Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 23, 2010 19:29:31 GMT -5
The soldier skimmed over the papers, taking in the points of interest--names, mission statement, targets and reward value. At the end it was signed and stamped by the Viceroy, causing the man to nod before handing it back. "Everything looks in order. Rest of the corps trying to complete the mission?"
"Sir, we've got wounded here," one of the soldiers said, causing him to turn. The soldier in question gestured towards the injured. "They look burned. Dragon must've nailed them."
The superior nodded. "Take them down to the ground level," he ordered. "We got a couple priests en route with the transports. They'll be able to heal them while we haul off that scaly bastard."
Post by Steinerman on Jun 23, 2010 20:04:30 GMT -5
Doc looked up from where she was tending Thomas' wounds, healing the worst of them with her magic. "Sharp, we good on the permits?" She questioned.
Sharp nodded once, "yes ma'am. We are. They want you to take the C.O. down to their priests."
Doc nodded, "Right, let's get going. Isaac's, you come too. That monster burnt you pretty bad on your arm. We'll need to patch that up."
Mindful of the orders his commander had given before he passed out, Sharp turned and questioned the Stamarian. "Right, my orders are to ensure the safety of the Viceroy's daughter. The Dragon's dealt with it seems and there shouldn't be any danger, but the Outcasts don't fail a mission. Do you have any objection to me taking half my men and completing our mission? For formality's sake."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 23, 2010 20:16:06 GMT -5
"The commander will have my rank if I interfered in the Viceroy's business," the soldier replied to Lt. Sharp. "The papers you've got are authentic, its too hard to forge that kind of seal. We'll let the others know not to interfere."
Two of the soldiers saluted their superior before helping the C.O. to the door. Down below in the streets, a familiar rumble could be heard as a large hover transport began making its way down the wide street, towards the fallen Great Dragon, and the Red Dragon safeguarding him.
Post by Steinerman on Jun 23, 2010 20:33:25 GMT -5
Sharp ducked his head in thanks, and then turned his head and spoke to the surrounding Outcasts. "Wilkins, Mon, and Sara. You're with me. The others, stay with the C.O. and Doc. We'll radio when we're done with the op and come pick you up. This was a quick detour, the Lead will be expecting us, so don't dawdle if you can help it."
With that, he turned and led the three named soldiers down the hallway and towards one of the stairwells that would eventually lead to ground level. He wasn't quite positive on what had happened in the intervening time, or why a second dragon had shown up. And frankly, he didn't care all that much. That was for a pay grade higher than his.
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2010 1:23:20 GMT -5 by Steinerman
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 24, 2010 1:01:07 GMT -5
As the heavy cargo hover transport arrived, several machines disembarked from the flatbed, each one hitting the street with a resounding thud. Twelve Dwarven Constructors, each one piloted by a pair of stocky, muscular dwarves, maneuvered themselves over to the black-scaled Great Dragon that lay in the street.
"Clea' the area!" one of the dwarves yelled through the onboard speaker on his mech. "Get yer bloody arses out of the way!"
Soldiers and mages quickly got out of the mechs' paths, and each one took a spot around the dragons' limbs. Mages began to cast weight-reduction spells on the dragon, knowing it'd be a strain even with their prowess, thanks to the Great Dragon's magical resistance.
Fera had curled her body up beside the other dragon, her neck resting just above his head as she gazed over the scurrying humans, rather enjoying herself more than anything else. It was interesting, watching them work, and she'd never seen them up close this way, nor had she witnessed the breaking of their routine. She closed her eyes, a draconic smile across her maw, and began to hum.
The sound was quiet to her ears, but everyone within the city would have been able to hear it clearly. A beautiful melody, a song unknown to any human; the lullaby of the dragons.
As the melody progressed, she heard a dwarf calling out the the crowd, walking briskly toward her position. She slowly opened her eyes, the lullaby gently ebbing away as she raised her neck over the magic that was now coursing over the Great Dragon's body. Angrily she let out a fierce and deafening roar and thrust downward with her wings just enough to place her self over the other creature, one taloned foot resting between his shoulder blades.
Then, with a snarl and a snap of her teeth, she turned her attention to the dwarf leading the operation, "Just what exactly do you think you're doing?" Eyes glowing furiously, narrowing with every second, she glared directly into his own, "You will tell me what you are doing with this dragon, or you will not do it at all."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 27, 2010 14:38:15 GMT -5
And just like that, the highest-ranked elven mage could tell that this was going to spiral out of control very quickly, and that this could get very, very messy if something didn't intervened. When an angry dwarf was presented with something bigger and more threatening than them, they didn't get scared.
They just got more pissed off.
Fera could likely kill all of the Dwarven Constructors and the rest of the infantry if a fight started, but if she did then both dragons would die in the resulting firefight between herself and their armor and aircraft.
"Don't git in our way, dragon!" the Dwarf shouted back through the loudspeaker. Yep, he was pissed off, the mage noted. "We got a job to do and we can't do it when you're standing on top th' job!"
He was about to step in when someone else did for him. "Enough," said a deep, commanding voice that cut between the dwarf and the dragon's beginning argument. A tall, armor clad knight was approaching atop a green-skinned wyvern, and the emblem on his breastplate marked him of much higher rank than everyone else present. He had his sword--a regular blade rifle, rather than their enchanted sword--still strapped to his side. "You, dragon, what's your name?" he asked, though his tone of voice made it clear that not answering was not an option present to her.
The dragon's growl rumbled low in her chest as the dwarf responded to her, and she could feel the heat of fire burning deep in the hollow of her throat. Angrily, her lips curled upward, baring her giant white teeth. She would never kill a human, for she loved their kind too much, but dwarves were a different matter. Dwarves, she knew, were not at all something to be gentle with.
But the sound of a more authoritative voice caught her attention, and her lips closed. Her head raised slightly and her eyes opened to their natural size as the knight approached. The soldiers parted quietly as he rode through on his wyvern. Ah. So this was the leader.
He addressed her bravely, and she lowered her head down to his eye level, jaws just inches away from his wyvern's head, "Ferazantila," she replied, "Singer of ice." Her eyes scanned over his heavily armored form, taking in his scent carefully.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jul 2, 2010 18:18:14 GMT -5
In response, the knight's wyvern mount leaned in, took a few quick sniffs of Fera's snout, and then snorted after identifying her scent. Like the knight, it had no fear of the much larger draconian before it.
"I am Lord Daloan of the Knights of Stamaria," the knight replied to the dragon in a loud voice. "I am the one who was sent to speak to you about your wishes, but if you are to join our ranks, then you must abide by the decisions of the Command--and currently, they have decided to restrain the Great Dragon you currently defend, and take it to a holding facility You must remove yourself so that the crew can transport the creature."
Ferazantila cocked her head to the right, blinking softly at the human leader, "As you wish, young one. I wished only for an explanation." She removed her large foot and stepped away from the dragon, a throaty hiss emanating from between her teeth as the mages around her began to work their spells around the body. Turning her attention back to the man on the wyvern, she lowered her neck to his level once more and crouched low, "You have my attention, Lord Daloan."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jul 31, 2010 15:01:28 GMT -5
"The aircraft currently in the air will escort you to the airbase. There, you will meet with top-ranked officials who will decide what to do with you," Lord Daloan instructed, gesturing to the sky--just then, two of the jets passed by, leaving a dull roar of sound in their wake. "Listen to what the officials have to say and follow their orders without question."
As Fera and the Official spoke, Galvonox became restless in his sleep as his nightmarish memories became more and more brutal. Finally, he woke up with a soft growl, his purple eye opening up to his blurred surroundings.
As he tried to get up, he only fell back down, too weak to even move. His body was too stressed to even use his dragonbreath or even fly. So he simply laid there, confused as to why they haven't finished him off... or even where that new friendly being came from.
He gave a short whine and closed his eye.
Last Edit: Oct 3, 2010 20:22:13 GMT -5 by InZanety
Post by The Rising Dragon on Oct 3, 2010 23:32:37 GMT -5
"Sir!" the elven mage from before called out to Lord Daloan, interrupting his discussion with Fera. "Sir, I think we have a problem!"
"What is it?" the knight asked, turning to the mage as he approached.
"The other dragon is awake," he explained. "It tried to stand, but its currently too weak. But that thing is obviously one of the Greats, sir. It could recover very quickly."
The knight frowned, weighing the options--his superiors had ordered the beast to be restrained and transported to a research facility, but he knew that if they lost control over it, they'd be forced to put it down.
It seemed it was time for a test. He turned his mount back towards the red dragon. "Ferazantila, do you think you can communicate with it?" he asked. "If you can, see if you can convince it to remain still and to not struggle. I'd like to avoid a bloodbath here."
Fera growled angrily, "Communicate with it? He is a dragon as much as I. Should I not be able to speak to my own kind?" A rumble in her throat sounded as she curved her neck around to face the great dragon on the ground nearby them. She cocked her head to the right and watched him for a moment, uncertain as to his intentions.
"Be still Great One. You are in no danger if you will simply cooperate." Her draconic voice sang out to him and she continued on, "My name is Ferazantila. I am a red dragon, your friend if you please. Understand, you will be well if you simply comply with the wishes of the humans."
Post by The Rising Dragon on Oct 5, 2010 14:13:58 GMT -5
"She does realize that it's impossible for us to discern a dragon's gender by sight, right?" Daloan asked the elven mage in a quiet whisper.
The mage merely shrugged. "Not my forte, sir," he responded. "But I think asking about whether or not it could talk was reasonable; there's nothing natural about the abilities it displayed. Whatever happened to it--him--could've affected him in other ways."
"My thoughts exactly," Daloan said, sounding cautious. "But that's what the research facility's supposed to figure out."