Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 2, 2010 16:57:30 GMT -5
"Whoa, he felt that one!" Garm-4 called out over the radio as they made a fly-by.
"Doesn't look like its dead," Garm-1 replied. "And I think the ground-pounders see that too."
APCs were moving in to contain the beast, each of them keeping their weapons trained on the dragon. The fronts of the vehicles opened up and extended their ramps, allowing the resident Taron Magi and a couple Rangers to step out. Immediately, the mages began readying binding spells, and elsewhere, there was a crack of thunder as a large-scale cancellation spell was cast.
Blue light pierced through the blackness covering Tsuminar's capitol, and soon, the mist began to disperse away from where the light had struck. Down below, magic binds were being set to tie the dragon down, and the Rangers made sure that the building it had crashed into was properly evacuated.
"New orders received, Garm Squadron," said the AWACS. "Ready missiles to destroy the target. Command doesn't want it getting back up to continue the fight."
"Roger that, Sky-Eye," Garm-1 acknowledged. "All units, form up and ready Sidewinders."
Garm Squadron flew in, ready to deal the deathblow to Galvonox.
Ferazentila's eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness that shrouded the hill she was perched on overlooking the city of Tsuminar. She had traveled there to watch the humans be...human. Oh, she did find them quite interesting, even just going about their daily business. Now and then there would be something out of the ordinary, or a man with a different woman than the day before, but usually they had their routines. This, Fera thought, was the most interesting part of them. But now, barely able to see them at all, she became very concerned. What was befalling the people of Tsuminar?
As a pair of purple eyes appeared over the tops of the buildings, high in the sky, Fera knew that there was another dragon nearby, and it did not share her affection for human life. Narrowing her own golden eyes, She spread her wings and pushed off from the ground with one powerful downward sweep. This would simply not do. And then, nearly as suddenly as the darkness had come, missiles were flying through the air toward the set of purple eyes.
Miraculously, he seemed to take only a few hits, and even those were healed quickly with some sort of magic. The whole thing happened faster than she could fly, and once she reached the dragon to knock him away from her studies, they had put him on the ground. His huge body tore through the sides of buildings as he fell, and a large crater made a bed beneath his body from the mere impact.
But the humans were only humans, and they wouldn't be satisfied with taking the beast to a cave nearby and leaving him there to have learned his lesson. No, they would aim a missile direction at his head and finish him off. Unless...
Fera's next move was incredibly dangerous, but she made the decision as though it were nothing. She shot downward, her body landing over the top of his, legs spread over his body as she stretched her long, armored neck upward and her loud yet gentle voice sounded throughout every alleyway of the city, "Humans," Her song-like vocals rang out, "Do no more. This dragon has been foolish. Allow me to take him away from you and show him how a real dragon lives. I admire your kind. I will not allow him to harm you any longer."
She bowed her head down to his and studied his features, letting a tongue of fire surround his muzzle in an attempt to wake him gently. She could only hope that he would be so stunned by recent events that he would lay still.
As Fera used her flame to wake Galv, it was just enough to bring him into conciousness from his past memories of torment and neglect. His remaining eye opened ever so slightly for a few moments to reveal a blurred sight of Fera for himself. Not sure what exactly it was, her presence felt... friendly. Not once, has anyone shown him compassion, ever.
A short raspy noise came from his throat as he drifted back to his memories of lonliness and cruelty.
Last Edit: Jun 5, 2010 22:14:34 GMT -5 by InZanety
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 6, 2010 17:54:27 GMT -5
"Break formation!" Garm-1 shouted at his wingmen while banking his F-22 from the attack run. The jets screamed past, splitting off from one another at the appearance of a Red Dragon. Was it some sort of ally to the Great Dragon that had attacked? "Sky-Eye, we've got a new contact."
"Roger that, Garm-1," the AWACS returned over the radio. "Stand by for further orders. Engage if the Red Dragon looks hostile."
Down below, mages and armored soldiers backed away from the new dragon, keeping their weapons and spells trained on it. The APCs also backed up, their gunners lining up their turrets on Ferazentila. "Sir, its communicating with us," one of the soldiers relayed over a radio.
"Hold your fire!" came the command. A magic screen appeared before one of the mages. "You're the highest ranked Mage in the squad," the commander on screen said. "So you're the expert here. What's that dragon want?"
"I think its trying to protect the other dragon, sir," the mage replied, glancing at the screen briefly. "Seems to think it can be redeemed."
Fera looked around at the men surrounding her, hearing one of them speaking to seemingly no one. She lowered her neck down, huge head dwarfing the mage as she turned her gaze to him, "Hello, young one." She let her lips curl upward in a gentle smile, "Is it you I should be speaking with? You are correct, I wish you to do this one no more harm. If it is blood you want, there are far worse enemies that you can be after. Certainly we might be reasonable and decide on a civilized resolution to this...Situation."
Stepping forward, she removed her body from over the other dragon and curled her neck around the mage who had been speaking, looking back at Galvonox, "If it comes down to it, I will be on your side, human. As you can imagine, however, I would like to see one of my kind live longer than this one has. He is young yet. Unlearned in the ways of human relations." Fera crouched her body down, neck still curled around the back of the mage, hiding him from view with her huge body, "Come now. There must be a deal to be made."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 6, 2010 21:26:50 GMT -5
"You're kidding," the elven mage said, sparing a glance at the dragon as she curled a neck around him. The other soldiers backed up a bit, out of the way of the dragon's head, taking tighter grips on their weapons should this turn out bad. "If something like that dragon's brave enough to attack here, then chances are he's destroys who knows how many lesser settlements."
He turned to face the dragon properly, keeping a good hold on his staff. "What makes you think you can control him?" he asked of Fera. "He's clearly one of the Great Dragons, and you're clearly not! He could overpower you with ease if he chose to!"
A low growl erupted from Fera's throat, "But he would not dare. The slaying of humans is bad enough, but the murder of another dragon is nearly unforgivable." Wrapping her tail over her clawed feet she softened her tone, "Dear human, do not kill him. With enough time and effort, a dragon can be a great companion, and for you battle hungry humans, a great weapon." She smiled and lifted her neck over the man, turning her body back to face them all and curling herself up on the ground.
She was curious, "I have long been hoping to meet one of your kind, to learn about how you function. It would be a great honor to me if you would allow me to be a part of your city. Your military has fine weaponry, it is certain, but a dragon, now that is something to hold above the rest." Bowing her head low, she locked eyes with the mage, "I would gladly trade this creatures life for mine if you would have it."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 9, 2010 4:51:34 GMT -5
The tension only seemed to increase when the dragon growled, as the other soldiers were more than ready to fire at the first given command. All of them had heard the stories of the impressive rages that Red Dragons could fly into during heated moments. The only thing more terrifying in battle was one of the Great Dragons.
The elven mage swallowed, processing Fera's words. "That's... that's not my call to make," he finally said, stepping back. "I can't authorize something like that, I'm just a soldier!"
Fera turned her head toward the mage as he spoke, a grin forming on her face, "Well then, soldier," She leaned in close, her voice a whisper, "Where, pray-tell, is your captain?" She lifted her huge head upward, watching the planes fly idly above her. None of them seemed far different from another, but it didn't mean the leader was not overhead. Amongst the men, no one looked to be particularly important.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 11, 2010 21:30:49 GMT -5
At that, the elven mage began to glower. "Captain Averson is dead, dragon," he said irritably. He gestured angrily with his staff at the unconscious Galvonox. "That one flattened the APC he was in only minutes ago! And besides, even he was still alive it wouldn't be his call! You'd need to--"
He was cut off, however, when another holographic communication screen cast through magic appeared beside him, interrupting the elf and the dragon's ongoing dialogue. Whatever it was about, it was tuned to the elf specifically, and the magic prevented others, including the dragon, from hearing what is said. As the transmission ended, the elf grit his teeth.
"You," he finally said, pointing his staff at the Red Dragon. "You will stay here. Someone will apparently be arriving to deal with your demands." He whirled about, walking away to address the others present. "Clear the area! Transports will be arriving to retrieve the Great Dragon! Mages, make sure that beast's power is sealed before they get here!"
Activity erupted in the street as the soldiers jumped to action, working to clear the street of the APC wreckage and the bodies. As they did, some of the soldiers spoke to another who was of higher rank. The soldier made several commands as he gestured towards the buildings, where the unknown attackers had been last seen at. The soldiers under his command saluted and took off, proceeding into the building to locate the mercenary company that had brought down the dragon.
Post by Steinerman on Jun 11, 2010 22:12:36 GMT -5
From a unobtrusive window a little ways above, Thomas glared down at the soldiers. He had fervently hoped they would have forgotten about his little stunt in all the confusion. He looked much worse for wear than before the dragon attack. dust and blood covered his face, his human eye was closed, leaving the purple mechanical one to glow menacingly in the relative darkness of the room.
His clothing was burnt and blackened, his body underneath scorched and bleeding. And he could feel something else at work as well, some form of poison in the flames. He'd barely been conscious when Isaac had dragged him into the protection of the building.
With a groan he stood and backed away from the window-sill. "We... We need to move." He said hoarsely to the men surrounding him. "Dragon's down, but our orders remain. The Outcasts don't screw up a job, we get to the girl and bring her to her father, simple as that."
The men surrounding him were in awe. Burned by a dragon, their commander could still stand and glare furiously at them. The only one who wasn't impressed was Doc, her startling green eyes focused worriedly on him.
She shook her head, "you're barely standing, and you're poisoned as well. You're not going anywhere."
He turned his mechanical eye towards her, taking in her stubborn expression. He then pointed one soot-blackened hand at the window. "What? And wait for those guys to find us?" He questioned in annoyance.
Doc shrugged, "We have full authorization to be here. Our rears are covered if they question us. We have permits for all the weapons here. And we just helped bring down a dragon. What are they going to do to us?"
Thomas was silent, she was correct, for the most part. He did have full authorization to be here, signed by the Viceroy of Tsuminar himself. Their light anti-armor rockets were all legal, as were the other weapons they were carrying. Robert had made a point of securing all the necessary paperwork to operate in just about any part of the world. It helped that the man had been around so long, he'd made a lot of contacts over the years.
And...Though he didn't want to admit it, Thomas was in a great deal of pain. He nodded his head, "Fine, I'm down as lead. Battlefield wound." He turned towards one of the other men in the group, "Lieutenant Sharp, we'll wait for the Stamarians to find us. Weapons safe. If all works out, you'll lead the men to the college and secure the Viceroy's daughter, we will not abandon our mission."
With that, Thomas stumbled backwards into a nearby wall and slid painfully to the ground, his breathing ragged. In an instant Doc was standing over him, a pale white light emanating from her hand and her mouth already forming the beginnings of a spell.
"Oh No you don't, Thomas. You don't get to die, not while I'm around. You're a good man. And I don't let good men die."
As she went to work with her healing magic, the surrounding men switched their weapons' safeties on and then sat down to wait for the Stamarians. Two of the soldiers went to stand out in the hallway as an informal greeting party.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 23, 2010 17:28:21 GMT -5
Before long, the Stamarian soldiers had traversed the height of the building using the elevators and stairs. Both soldiers in the lead kept their blade rifles ready in their rifle modes, in case whoever that shot at the dragon would also shoot at them.
Carefully, they nudged open the doors, but kept behind the walls. "Everyone alive in there?" one of them called out.
Post by Steinerman on Jun 23, 2010 17:45:44 GMT -5
Lieutenant Aaron Sharp carefully hefted his assault rifle and slung it onto his back. He nodded to the two door guards and then stepped out into the hallway. "Lieutenant Sharp, of the mercenary unit Outcasts. Yes, we're alive. Our weapons are safe and I doubt the building's going to collapse, so you can stop hiding by the door and come out."
He stood there, arms crossed and expression calm. He wasn't a fan of the Stamarians. Though as a Native of Aube, he didn't know anyone from his country that was a fan of the Empire. Still, it wouldn't do to get into a firefight, especially one that they would lose. Sharp was a believer in odds, and the odds of their survival were bad if a fight broke out.
So he made himself appear as non-threatening as possible, and waited for the Stamarians to decide what to do.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 23, 2010 17:54:11 GMT -5
The soldiers quickly filed in, keeping their weapons ready just in case, though they tried not to look too threatening with their actions. The highest-ranked one approached Sharp. "Mercs, huh?" he said in a rough voice--he had a scar pulling the skin taut around his mouth. "You guys got your permits then, right?"
Post by Steinerman on Jun 23, 2010 18:21:05 GMT -5
Sharp rolled his eyes, wishing he could make some sort of smart-alec comeback. But that wouldn't help much. So he smiled, and with carefully exaggerated movements he reached into his upper-left vest pocket and withdrew a series of laminated permits.
"Course we do. The Outcasts obey the law, Stamarian. We were on a mission when the dragon hit, and our C.O. decided to help you guys. Everything should be in order." he replied while handing over the permits for inspection.