So the Maxwell family woke up as dragons and there was some bad news and some good news.
The bad news was that they had transformed.all of them,into fierce flame breathing western dragons.That meant there'd be no more interactions with mainstream human society.
The good news was that they had come out the size of large ponys and the dragon Doctor assigned to their reawakening told them the dragon experts figured they'd have about a quarter century of slow very slow growth before their growth DNA kicked in and size became a issue for their lifestyle.
They also now sported six digits on each paw and the dragon Doctor figured that with some retraining that sixth talon would do them well as a opposeable thumb.
He also informed them that although mainstream human society had no interest in them anymore
the Navy had recently acquired a far sighted dragon transformee as Admiral and this fellow was openning new opportunities for dragons such as them,the most common dragon transformation,by making use of various Leviathon dragons to recover and repair and upgradew for conversion older
1920s era coal burning destroyers,cruisers,miner sweepers and steam submarines.
The Doctor explained that for a old coal burning steam powered antique a fire breathing dragon crew down in the engine
and boiler rooms was the equivalent of having winging 4 legged nuclear power plants aboard.
The dragon Admiral had sent recruiting folk,both human and dragon to the
Dragon Transformation Centre with generous enlistment terms and many other dragons were enlisting with this
Dragon Model Navy the dragon Admiral was hammering into existence.
And so the Maxwells joined another dragons and took the navy transports
to New Fafnir Naval Base and got a look at their new berth for the next half decade or longer.