Not everybody at the Dragon Transformation Centre had finished transforming in their protective coccoon by the time the dragon Admiral came along with his enlistment drive.
However higher up human Admirals in the Navy had made it clear to the dragon Admiral that the Dragon Transformation Centres around the globe were about to be placed
in high security lockdown in a month or less,at which point any dragons still in these compounds were likely
to find themselves in a Area 51 Dissappeared Status situation and hence
the dragon Admiral had better get his sailors,willing/unwilling by hook or by crook
whilst he still could.
Though the human Admirals hadn't said so directly they had 'hinted' New Fafnir was about to become a rather important pawn in a high stakes chess game the dragon Admiral could only guess at.
So a day after the Maxwells and the other willing dragons had loaded aboard one of the Naval transport vessels the atmosphere around the Dragon Transformation Centre became more panicked,more anxious and many of the remaining staff and transformees headed for a berth aboard one of the remaining seven transports the dragon Admiral had sent to round up new citizens for New Fafnir Naval Base.
Many a cocoon with a still transforming dragon inside was loaded aboard those 7 ships and the dragon Admirals staff 'enlisted' many a unsuspecting citizen into the Service.
Not legal but these were unusual times.
Hence three days after the Maxwell family had departed the Dragon Transformation Centre the dragon Doctor,his medical staff and their equipment were heading down the river to join them at the formerly 19th century naval
port and base.
As the vessel rounded the river bend the dragon Doctor got his first glimpse of New Fafnir.
It was a strange surrealistic sight with a mixture of ancient chandlers sheds,wooden blockader wrecks dumped on the shores and the fleet of century old steam powered naval vessels.