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Keane (Tano'rath)
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Singapore
Eh, yeah typical Singaporean here... mostly

I'm currently serving my time in the army, as dictated by the law. Will be done around December 2014. Long way more haha.

As for my vocation, I'm a combat engineer.


Service ended. Move along. hahaha

As for me, I generally like meeting people, and talking. I talk ALOT. However, I'm usually only online on skype, etc on weekends, due to the nature of my training and vocation. I also have a tendency to be extremely random at times, so do pardon me~

My hobbies include writing (obviously), reading and fiddling with hardware.

My main character defaults to a black dragon/drakonian (I've given up on correcting people over this so yeah), name being Tano'rath. The ref sheet is in the gallery somewhere... He means quite a bit to me, going deeper than just being a character. Enough said.

oh yeah, I have skype. Ask, and i will note you my username.

Twitter: Tanorath_Drgn follow me for nonsense~

Icon/profile pic by :icondshain:, background edited by a friend

Tano'rath out.


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Journal Entry: Wed Aug 26, 2015, 9:13 AM


yo yo yo. I'm still very much alive and kicking! :B just having a larger workload and being sentenced to death by math. Normal uni stuff, more or less. 

Spent the last week back home in Singapore due to family matters, laptop broke, phone broke, backup phone is breaking and my new phone got lost in the mail. A phenomenally bad streak. Still, life goes on. 

Now, I've seen this questionnaire floating around. It's 2am on a wednesday night. Lets do it.

1: How long have you been on DeviantArt?
since around mid 2011. It's been a while.

2: What does your username mean?
Tano'rath is my name, of course. the drgn part is just dragon, cos someone beat me to taking the name only =.=

3: Describe yourself in three words.
Boring, boring, boring xD

4: Are you left or right handed?
Right. 

5: What was your first deviation?
here be dragons: TFDragon TF ( part one of a bunch of stories)
It was like any day in school. As usual, I had not been able to wake up, and had to rush to school. After the first lecture of the day, I heard my stomach grumble. I had been in such a rush that I had forgotten to have breakfast! So, I headed down to the canteen and bought a plate of chicken rice and was about to buy a can of coffee, only to find, to my dismay that I did not have any money left. Instead, I had to settle for a cup of fruit punch, which was about half the price.
I quickly gobbled down the food, and drank the punch. It tasted weird. My stomach would probably give me trouble over that later. Today was going to be a bad day…
And indeed it was. Throughout the entire day, my insides felt as if they were sloshing about. Little did I know that they really were doing just that. I was unable to concentrate during my tutorials and was scolded several times by the teacher.
After school, I quickly made my way to the train station. I w

well, my second. first one was some meme thing. i aint posting that xD too embarrassing hahaha.

6: What is your favorite type of art to create?
create? writing lol. cos I can't draw for nuts.

7: If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
probably still writing. I want to be able to weave world, give life to my characters, and show to readers what I can see in my head as I hammer on the keyboard. 

8: What was your first favorite?
The Cookie Dragon by Mystic-Pet-Shop


9: What type of art do you tend to favorite the most?
digital.

10: Who is your all-time favorite deviant artist?
hm. so many. :icondsaprox: :iconskyder117: :icona7xsparx:
just to name a few. 


11: If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
Hm. :icondounutcereal: among others. 

12: How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
Haha this one. :icongadzooooks: Someone I argue with, curse at, get cursed at by, scream and shout at, get screamed and shouted at by and get advice from. 

13: What are your preferred tools to create art?
Word 2013 and mechanical keyboard. Specifically, IBM Model M. Mother of all keyboards hahaha

14: What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
dreams, random musings, and occasionally exam questions, surprisingly.

15: What is your favorite DeviantArt memory?
Hm. I'd say meeting new people, broadening my horizons. Pretty standard stuff. 

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random stuff, questionnaire

Journal Entry: Wed Aug 26, 2015, 9:13 AM


yo yo yo. I'm still very much alive and kicking! :B just having a larger workload and being sentenced to death by math. Normal uni stuff, more or less. 

Spent the last week back home in Singapore due to family matters, laptop broke, phone broke, backup phone is breaking and my new phone got lost in the mail. A phenomenally bad streak. Still, life goes on. 

Now, I've seen this questionnaire floating around. It's 2am on a wednesday night. Lets do it.

1: How long have you been on DeviantArt?
since around mid 2011. It's been a while.

2: What does your username mean?
Tano'rath is my name, of course. the drgn part is just dragon, cos someone beat me to taking the name only =.=

3: Describe yourself in three words.
Boring, boring, boring xD

4: Are you left or right handed?
Right. 

5: What was your first deviation?
here be dragons: TFDragon TF ( part one of a bunch of stories)
It was like any day in school. As usual, I had not been able to wake up, and had to rush to school. After the first lecture of the day, I heard my stomach grumble. I had been in such a rush that I had forgotten to have breakfast! So, I headed down to the canteen and bought a plate of chicken rice and was about to buy a can of coffee, only to find, to my dismay that I did not have any money left. Instead, I had to settle for a cup of fruit punch, which was about half the price.
I quickly gobbled down the food, and drank the punch. It tasted weird. My stomach would probably give me trouble over that later. Today was going to be a bad day…
And indeed it was. Throughout the entire day, my insides felt as if they were sloshing about. Little did I know that they really were doing just that. I was unable to concentrate during my tutorials and was scolded several times by the teacher.
After school, I quickly made my way to the train station. I w

well, my second. first one was some meme thing. i aint posting that xD too embarrassing hahaha.

6: What is your favorite type of art to create?
create? writing lol. cos I can't draw for nuts.

7: If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
probably still writing. I want to be able to weave world, give life to my characters, and show to readers what I can see in my head as I hammer on the keyboard. 

8: What was your first favorite?
The Cookie Dragon by Mystic-Pet-Shop


9: What type of art do you tend to favorite the most?
digital.

10: Who is your all-time favorite deviant artist?
hm. so many. :icondsaprox: :iconskyder117: :icona7xsparx:
just to name a few. 


11: If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
Hm. :icondounutcereal: among others. 

12: How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
Haha this one. :icongadzooooks: Someone I argue with, curse at, get cursed at by, scream and shout at, get screamed and shouted at by and get advice from. 

13: What are your preferred tools to create art?
Word 2013 and mechanical keyboard. Specifically, IBM Model M. Mother of all keyboards hahaha

14: What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
dreams, random musings, and occasionally exam questions, surprisingly.

15: What is your favorite DeviantArt memory?
Hm. I'd say meeting new people, broadening my horizons. Pretty standard stuff. 

Design by Koragi Artwork by OchreJelly
  • Mood: Euphoric
  • Listening to: Music
  • Reading: Notes
  • Watching: Lectures
  • Playing: Civ V
  • Eating: Omelette
  • Drinking: Water
Resistance
Chapter 57: Drak’rrth

Thankfully, the rest of the day went mostly uneventfully, with the protocols in place, we managed to get the civilian population briefed, the defences were more or less all up and the forces on point. I sent the dragons to the designated standby points, to join the rest of the forces that were dispersed throughout the city.

Our vehicles were parked in the forest, while the tanks were on patrol, but would be hidden away later.

As evening came, things were quiet. Almost too quiet, actually. You could almost pick the tension out of the air and snap it into two. We all knew what was going to happen, and the question was only when.

The question, however, was whether the other faction was going to step in or not. To be honest, given how angry Drak’rrth had been, some help would arguably be really good. However, we received no word, no mysterious bits of paper, nothing. Perhaps they didn’t know.

Either way, by the time dinner came round, I found myself so restless that I couldn’t sit still, like a six year old kid that wanted to go and play videogames.

Except that this was no game.

Most of us finished our dinner quickly and in silence, before dispersing. I would only be rotated back on duty the next day, so I ended up sprawled on the sofa, trying to sleep.

As my luck would have it, just as I finally sunk into sleep’s embrace, the sirens went off.

Chibai… No need sleep already.” I muttered, grabbing my rifle and hurrying to the door, pausing to shout up the stairs to whoever was listening. “All of you get to a shelter NOW!”

Subsequently, I barged out the door, with Fenek and Agenor close behind. Agenor was sent to the South Quarter, while I was in the North. I would have just flown to my post, but I didn’t want to be mistaken for the enemy. Instead, I intercepted one of the siren rovers and hitched a ride with Fenek.

I settled into my seat, trying not to put too much weight on my tail. “Driver, what’s the situation?”

“Their front scout has been sighted. Estimated twenty at least, and that’s only one vector. Other approaches are quiet for now, but that could change.” He replied over the roar of the engine and the wailing of the siren. “Good luck, sir. They’re coming from your quarter.”

I nodded as we exited the vehicle. Fenek shot me a concerned look as I climbed up a ladder to join Hector who was currently on the roof of one of the tallest buildings, on watch. “You didn’t sleep.”

I looked at Fenek for a moment, giving an emotionless smirk. “We’ll rest when we’re dead, Fenek.”

With that, I continued up the ladder, to join Hector. Fenek seemed a bit shaken, but seemed to dismiss it as battle-fever.

Hector himself was staring out into the darkness. Meanwhile, on the walls, fires were being lit, and the gates had been shut. Along the roads, the lights and sounds of the sirens streaked along, warning the populace to get to shelters. The loudspeakers continuously blared messages stating that this was not a drill.

“It is a good day for battle, yes?” Hector remarked, smiling and thumping me on the shoulder with an enormous arm.

“At least it’s not raining, I guess.” I replied with a shrug. “How long will they take before contact?”

“Shouldn’t be long now.” Hector remarked, “The sentries have already shot down the scout. What were those big barrelled things? Cannons?”

“More or less. Artillery. Basically advanced cannons, adapted to fire on airbourne targets. They’re called Howitzers.” I replied, while checking my guns and ammo to ensure that everything was in order. “Judging by the situation, I think we’re going to need them.”

From below, I heard the blaring of a vehicle horn and the sound of an idling engine. I poked my head over to see a rover parked below, and the driver beckoning me to go down. I slid down the ladder and landed next to them. The driver came out and saluted. “Corporal Brandon, 1RAB, Scout coy. I have intel.”

Hector landed silently beside me as I returned the salute. “Carry on.”

“Forward scout post has been overrun and is abandoned as per protocol. Estimate twenty airbourne targets and at least fifty on foot. Airbourne are four, foot two. Armed and armoured. Will be within artillery range in five mikes. Report end. Sir, you are the second station to receive the message. Command has been notified via radio and first recipient was the arty. Good luck.” He rattled off.

I nodded. “Acknowledged. Godspeed, scout. Notify the rest and RTU.”

He saluted again before speeding off in his rover.

“What’s RAB, and RTU?” Hector quipped, as we clambered back up.

“RAB? The Resistance Armour Battalion. RTU means return to unit.” I replied, as we got back onto the roof. “That’s a bloody huge force they’re sending. Hm… though the arty should soften them up a little. Sighters should be out.”

A cocked head. “Sighters?”

“People who radio to tell the arty whether they’ve hit or not, and tell them how much to calibrate their aiming.” I replied, and in the background, there was a low ‘Thum!’

Fenek skittered over, “What was that?”

“Arty.” I replied.

“Only one shot?” Hector remarked, “That’s hardly enough, even if those guns are big.”

“You’ll see.” I added, smirking.

There was a pause, before a faint explosion was heard in the distance. A while later, another round was fired, and then another.

A few shots later, there was a crescendo of shots. “Ah the first volley is out. They must have had a confirmed hit.” I remarked, as in the distance, I saw flashes of orange and red.

“Those are big explosions.” Hector added, staring into the distance. “And we cannot even see the enemy yet. Amazing!”

“Well, yeah, that’s the point. I think they’re using the shrapnel rounds, though. Those are nasty.”

Before Hector could respond, there was a thunderclap, and a flash of light from behind, in the vague direction of the town square. Both of us whirled around to see none other than Drak’rrth hovering smack in the middle of the square, glowering down the street, right at me.

“You.” He hissed, “You’ll pay for betraying us!”

In the darkened alleyways, I could see some of the forces scrambling to get to the square, only to run into an invisible wall of sorts.

I cocked my rifle, scowling. “I only pay in lead, bitch. Come get me.”

The next moment, I was in the square, right in front of a snarling Drak’rrth. “As you wish, cowardly one.”

Of course, he was a mage. I knew better than to shoot at him. He probably had more shields or something else even nastier. I felt my grip tighten on the rifle as we stared each other down.

In the background, I could still hear the artillery firing, and a whole lot of shouting. A glance at the gate showed the dragons’ force suddenly bearing down on the town, while the shells rained hell and fire on them. The walls were lit with the muzzle flashes from the myriad weapons being fired.

“You’re calling me a coward? I’m not the one hiding behind a shield, mister.” I snapped, throwing myself off to one side to avoid the claws that swiped past.

Before Drak’rrth could respond, there was a click, and I saw a small spray of blood erupt from his left side. I wondered if one of the snipers were still around, but as far as I could see, I was alone in the square…

The huge dragon reared up and roared in rage, his head whipping around to find the source of the shot as he bled from the wound. “What treachery is this?!”

“Don’t bother looking. If the sniper is worth his salt, he won’t be wherever he shot you from by now.” I doubted if it was one of my men, but you never know. Maybe Flayme or Fire got hold of a rifle.

That remark, however, cost me, as I didn’t see his tail. One moment I was standing in front of him, the next moment, I was hurled into a cart, which was promptly shattered, and I was covered in orange juice. Lucky, since the fruit actually broke my fall. I suspected that the crunching noises meant that my wings were in none too good shape, but through the battle-fever, I couldn’t tell. I did know, however, that I needed to keep Drak’rrth’s attention on me.

The dragon, however was still trying to locate the sniper.

Grabbing one of the not so squashed oranges, I hurled it at him, followed by a grenade, before diving for cover as the thing exploded. I was rewarded by another deafening roar of rage as I peeked over to find Drak’rrth charging at the cart I took cover behind. I fumbled with my pistol, having lost my rifle when I was smacked into the oranges. I dived into a house via the window just in time, as a clawed foreleg swiped the cart across the square.

The enraged mage roared, “Come out and fight! Cowardly filth! You don’t deserve to be one of us!”

The next thing I knew, the wall between me and him vapourised. I found myself face to face with him. Smoke bellowed from his cavernous nostrils as he snarled, showing me fangs that could easily snap a man into two.

Not really seeing any other options, I shot him in the mouth point blank. “Fuck you.”

My shot didn’t quite do any damage, and only succeeded in breaking one of his teeth…

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[Fenek]
The mage was in the city, surrounded by a protective bubble. Not only did he bring himself, he also teleported all his forces to the gates, which were already on the verge of being broken through. Keane shouted a challenge over to him, and was brought to fight a duel with the mage, to pay for his disrespect. It was…worrying to say the least, but both Hector and I knew that we couldn’t do anything to help.

I wish he wasn’t so reckless. But that’s what makes him…him I guess.

Instead, Hector and I busied ourselves with the radios, sending out orders as the gates were breeched, and the Council’s hoard flooded in, and our own forces rose to meet them. Within a few heartbeats, the city was flooded with the sounds of battle, and the smell of death.

As the fight wore on, our forces began to tire, even after they were rotated in and out for their rest cycles. However, the Council’s troops kept streaming in like an endless torrent…

Eventually, it was my turn to fight.

I joined the forces that barricaded themselves in a line of buildings, laying down fire on the Council’s troops, as the artillery rained fire and melted metal on them. However, every now and then, one of the warriors would break through, and we would have to fight hand to hand.

The whole place reeked of blood, and there were bodies everywhere, both human and dragon alike. Most of the buildings were in flames, or outright in ruins. The house we were taking cover in was but a shell, missing its roof. Rubble was strewn all around on the streets, fires raged and the gutters ran red with blood. The night sky was not black, but red and orange, from the flames, with occasional flashes of light when the artillery fired.

As I gunned down the warriors with the rest of my fellow comrades, we would shoot each other grim looks once in a while, while I would check to see if my Rider was still alright…

I could smell the humans’ battle-fever, and their faces were grim as they stared their adversaries down, occasionally shouting insults or hurling grenades if any large groups approached…
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[Keane]

Obviously, Drak’rrth was none too happy about me blowing a hole in his perfect smile, as his head lunged forward and attempted to snap off my right arm. Thankfully, though, I rolled out of the way in time, only to smack against the wall.

I glanced round to find myself in a corner.

Drak’rrth wasted no time in going in for the kill, smashing the upper levels to bits as he pushed his way into the building. I felt the wall behind me shake, and watched as cracks spread. I could practically feel his warm breath down my neck as I clambered out through the freshly formed crack, taking a potshot at him as I got out.

As I skittered out the building, I heard the structure groan and creak, before it collapsed onto the massive dragon. I quickly made my way round to the other side, to the puddle of orange juice where my rifle sat. Grabbing it, I slid down one of the alleys as Drak’rrth attempted to extricate himself from the rubble.

“You cannot hide, o treacherous one! I can smell you no matter where you go!” He sneered, his tail whipping round and crashing into the building next to me, sending rubble flying everywhere. “What does it feel like, being cut off from your paltry force, hmm?”

I flinched as a particularly large piece of debris smashed into the road right next to me. “Feels like a much-deserved holiday.”

With that, I simply shoved the rifle through one of the windows in the half-demolished house and let rip a spray of bullets, the hole he bashed in the house having given me a clear line of fire.

As the building groaned and began to tip away from me, I pulled the rifle out and prepared to move, only to hear a soft ‘thud’ next to me, followed by a muffled “Ow.”

Bringing the rifle to bear, I turned round to see a mass of blue and white fur. Next to him sat a rather futuristic looking sniper rifle. Or it could have been a club. I didn’t have time to find out. He was in a pair of grey cargo pants, and wore something like a black shirt, with a combat harness. As I pulled him to his feet, I noted that his ears were also blue, as well as a thunderbolt-shaped marking on one of his eyes.

The moment I got him standing, I shoved his rifle into his grasp. “You, run. You get a clear shot, shoot. GO!”

I shoved him in one direction and skittered off in the other. As I ducked into a building, I spied him clambering up onto the roof of another house.

The next thing I knew, the window was filled out with Drak’rrth’s eye. Without really thinking, I levelled the rifle and emptied the magazine into him, only to have it impact against some sort of blueish energy barrier. The dragon laughed. “Do you take me for a fool? I am well aware that I need to protect myself!”

My gut screamed at me to get out, and I didn’t dispute it. I lunged out the door just before his foreleg burst into the house in a haze of dust and bricks, I fumbled with my pouches and found a grenade, which I tossed into the building as I vaulted over a low wall, covering my ears as it detonated, followed by a roar of pain.

“What, not enough protection? Tsk. Everyone knows that you must wear protection when trying to fuck someone!” I shouted over with as much bravado as I could muster as I reloaded.

I was rewarded with another roar of rage as the huge dragon burst through the building, revealing his right foreleg to be bloodied, and with a chunk of flesh missing. “You will pay for that!”

I vaulted over the fence adjacent to the previous one and skittered down another alley, to come across an empty rover, with the machine gun already cocked and ready…

Now…if only I had a gunner…

However, the current priority was to get myself some breathing room to think of something, so I jumped into the rover, started the engine and roared down the road, ignoring the stomping of the enraged dragon behind me.

By flooring the accelerator and going through the gears far quicker than I had ever dared, I managed to put quite some distance between Drak’rrth and I, once in a while, would hear that click sound again, and another roar.

It took a while for me to realise that in my haste to run, I had forgotten about the sniper wolf guy…. And a glance around told me that Drak’rrth had gone for him instead.

Cursing, I threw the wheel to the right, bringing the rover into a tight turn as I careened down the main road and made my way to the source of the rumbling; where the dragon was wreaking havoc.

I floored the vehicle as I crossed the square, seeing a lone figure running along the rooftops, with the huge black dragon in hot pursuit, unhindered by the buildings that he was crashing into. The moment I managed to align the rover with his path, I shouted up, “JUMP!”

The figure initially seemed not to hear me, until he reached a single storey building, which he leapt off and landed unsteadily behind the machine gun mount. I slowed down a little for him to steady himself before hitting the gas, knowing that Drak’rrth was closing. A flash of light behind me had me duck for cover instinctively, as a bolt of lightning struck the road just to the right of the vehicle. I swerved to the right, as the next bolt hit to the left.

“Use that bloody fancy gun of yours already la!” I snapped, swerving into one of the lanes in a vain attempt to get the heat off.

“I’m trying, boss!” He replied tartly, followed by another click and a roar.

“Your shots are too slow, dammit! Can you get the MG to break his shield too?” I snapped as I swerved to avoid a jet of fire, as the dragon soared above.

“Yea. Give me a minute.” He replied, and I heard him grabbing the gun and start chanting something.

I swerved down another alley, hoping that Drak’rrth wouldn’t realise that he could just land and squash the both of us. “I don’t have a fucking minute! Do it NOW!”

As if on cue, I heard the sound of the bolt sliding back, followed by the familiar ‘Brakakakakakaka’ of the gun as he opened fire. This was followed by a loud roar of pain, and Drak’rrth came crashing down just in front. Instead of braking, I made eye contact with the wolf and threw the gear into neutral.

“Jump.”

I hurled myself out of the vehicle as it careened towards the dragon’s bleeding flank, with the wolf close behind. The vehicle itself didn’t really do much damage, but served to elicit a grunt of pain as it rammed into the dragon’s foreleg.

My rifle had once again been tossed somewhere or other during the fray, and I settled for unholstering my pistol as I walked towards the dragon, who although bleeding, was already getting up.

Jabbing my pistol into a wound on one of his knees, I snarled. “I don’t think so.”

“You think I’m defeated? You think I’m so weak?!” The dragon roared, glaring.

I emptied the pistol into the knee, causing a roar of pain, and a fountain of blood in my face, as I heard the bone crack and he came crashing down again. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Insolent brat!” His head snaked round and he opened his maw, presumably to set me on fire or something.

I grabbed my last grenade and glared up at him. “I don’t recommend you do that.”

Instead, the dragon began chanting… I began to feel my will begin to melt…. Magic…

My finger fought to get to the ring, to pull it out and lob it down that blasted creature’s throat, but I…I just couldn’t…

I felt myself melt to the ground…

‘click’

All of a sudden, things were back to normal… I looked up to see Drak’rrth’s mouth frozen mid sentence, a trickle seeping from one of his eyes, before he came crashing to the ground. I had to throw myself out of the way as his huge head came down…

As I struggled to peel myself off the floor, a furred hand came into view. I took it, and was hauled to my feet.

The wolf smirked, thumping me on the shoulder. “You’re one crazy lizard.”

Glancing back at the limp corpse of Drak’rrth, I shrugged. “Only on special occasions.”

He gestured in the direction of the main battle, which was in no way going well. The dragons simply had the advantage of numbers. There were definitely more than fifty, and the front was being pushed back to the square bit by bit… “Maybe you guys might need some help, yeah?”

“No shit.”

“Don’t worry. Our forces should be here in a few. Your guys are holding out quite well, actually.” He replied, as we made a beeline for the nearest aid station, as a few fighters rushed over to clear the area, some shooting us questioning looks.

“Sounds good, though our big guns should be rolling in…soon.” I replied, as a medic checked us over.

“Perhaps, but you might want to rest. You’re covered in wounds and I think some of your scales got torn off.” He replied with a chuckle, pointing to a random bench were a few of the wounded were lying.

“Pft. I have a job to do.” I replied, clambering into one of the rovers, pausing to spit out a mouthful of blood from a bleeding gum in the process. “I’ll rest when I’m dead. Didn’t get your name?”

“Kazuki.” He quipped, getting in next to me, “You overgrown lizards are crazier than I thought.”

I revved the engine as I made my way to my station. “Just doing my job.”

I clambered up to the roof to find Fenek leaning against an ammo box, while Hector seemed to be chewing on something. Fenek himself seemed to be flat out asleep, and I decided not to disturb him. Hector brightened up upon seeing me, getting up to clap me on the shoulder. “Ah! The mage is dead?”

“Yes. Activate the RAB.” I replied, pausing to reload my pistol. I paused to point at Kazuki and introduce him. Hector nodded in acknowledgement as he radioed HQ.

Kazuki himself seemed somewhat confused, “What is a RAB? I was told that this was all you had.”

“It isn’t. You’ll see.” I remarked, collapsing next to Fenek. I was indeed in no condition to join the fray at the moment… “Just listen for the loud noises.”

As I spoke, the sound of tank engines rumbling to life filled the air, as the tank commanders were given the go ahead, and some distance away, I heard one of the vehicles crash through the walls of one of the warehouses, having been hidden there.

There was some ragged cheering from our side, as the vehicles trundled into the battle, doing as much damage by running the land troops over, as their huge turrets did.

This allowed us to retake a good portion of the city, however, after a few minutes, a stalemate was reached once again as the big quadruped dragons began drawing the tanks’ fire away from their infantry. Once in a while, the artillery would get lucky and hit one of the quads, but those hits were few and far between.

Kazuki, however, seemed to be the only one who was at ease, and seemed to be cleaning his rifle.

At some point, he tapped me on the shoulder. “What?”

“Look outside the gates.”

I got up, and looked as directed, expecting to see a second hoard of dragons. However, instead, I saw more of the wolves, attacking the dragons from the flank and rear, their weapons firing what looked like lasers, while a few of their own tanks started firing. At least those used actual shells.

Seeing that the enemy was distracted, I grabbed the radios, tossing a few to Hector and telling him to follow my lead. “All lines, begin offensive now! Do not attack the canids, they are on our side. The enemy had been flanked. Repeat: Begin offensive now!”

Caught up in the heat of the battle once again, aches and pains forgotten, I slid down the ladder and into the rover with the other three in tow.

Gunning the engine, I came to a screeching stop at one of the lines and beckoned the troops to follow me, as the council’s forces seemed to be caught up in confusion.

“Go go GO!” I screamed, as I vaulted out of the vehicle and joined them as we went forward, cutting the dragons down one by one. In the background, the artillery roared, guns fired, fire raged, engines roared.

With their leader gone, and their flank under attack, some of the dragons just outright took flight, while others surrendered. By the time the wolves reached the gates, most of the force had been taken care of, and we were combing the streets for stragglers.

Out of the crowd of canids, came Gareth. He flashed a smile as I staggered over, my fatigue beginning to seep in. I was starting to realise how badly abused my body was too…

“Remember me, dragon?” He remarked, leaning his gun on the floor.

I nodded, “Yeah. Great timing.”

He shrugged, “Was the least we could do. Got the news a bit late, though. Good to see that Kaz here managed to help.”

I chuckled, trying not to let my fatigue show too much. “You have no idea, man.”

…with that, the blackness claimed me, and I collapsed.
Awakening

I woke in some sort of cell? It sure did look like one. Drab walls of bare concrete, cold, hard floor, and a barred door up front. Yup, a cell.

Looking around, I almost didn’t notice that I wasn’t alone.

“I see you’re awake. What’s your story?” The figure sat in the shadows, his bed, or rather the metal mesh that passed off as his bed off to a corner, on the other side of the room. I couldn’t quite pick out who, or indeed, what he was. His voice was hoarse and gravelly, and all I could pick out in the gloom was a white shirt, stained with blood, and a pair slit-pupilled eyes.

Struggling, I sat up, scrabbling mentally for something. Anything. However, it all came up blank. It was as if someone had wiped my memories or something. All I could do was to blurt out, “I…I don’t know.”

Metal creaked as the other person presumably moved. “No surprise there, considering what they tried to do to you.”

Shifting on my own bed and creating some creaks of my own, I turned and met those eyes. “Enlighten me.”

I heard a snort. “Looked in a mirror recently?”

Huffing, I stood, shakily at first, then steadied myself with my tail. “I don’t see a mirror anywhere.”

I could have sworn that I heard a chuckle. “Good point. Remember your name?”

I racked my brains. Nothing. All I really could get was that I was…dragon? “…No…”

“Well, then. That is one thing I can help you with. Your name is Samuel. Unfortunately, that was all I could pick out from the guard’s chatter.” The voice quipped, a slight note of amusement in his tone.

I couldn’t help but blurt out, “…who are you?”

“Me? I’m just another POW. Number 33579. You, however, are different. Now, as you must have noticed by now, we are in a cell, and from my status, you can tell that we are prisoners. I am a prisoner of war. You are not. However, I intend to do something about that. What about you?” The voice replied, his tone neutral.

“…What happened?”

“In your case? Hell if I know.” He replied with a huff. “I need an answer. Yes, or no.”

It was not like I had much of a choice, however, this mysterious stranger wasn’t making things much easier either. No guarantees either way. “…Yes.”

“Good. In a few moments, a guard will enter this room. He will open the door and bring in food for me, and an IV for you. That is all.” He added, and then presumably laid back onto his bed in a series of creaks.

If anything, the ‘few moments’ gave me some time to sit on my thoughts. All I had was a name. ‘Samuel’. What did that even mean? At least I knew what I was. I was dragon. I knew that I was strong, and powerful. If anything, 33579 wanted out as much as I did.

33579 himself seemed to be oblivious and literally unmoving, seemingly just lying on his bed. However, what he had told me wasn’t too much of a help either. He neither told me of a plan nor a course of action. Just an event…

…as if on cue, there was a loud electronic buzz, followed by the sound of scraping metal as bolts in the door slid back. The door swung open to reveal a uniformed guard. His visage was obscured by some kind of brown fur, and he held a tray, which he slid into the cell. On it was two bags of soup?

As the light bled in from the brightly lit corridor, I turned to look at the other bed to find it empty. Had I been hallucinating?

The sounds of claws scrabbling on concrete pulled my attention back to the doorway, to find a pair of black-scaled hands clamped firmly over the guard’s mouth, while another already clawing away at his neck, causing blood to spurt everywhere as the arteries were torn from the man’s furred neck. With a great deal of gurgling and a low thud, the guard was motionless, and dragged into the dim interior of the cell.

A second later, 33579 stepped into the light, beckoning me to follow, the harsh light from the florescent bulbs outside glinting off his black scales and grey scutes. The same eyes locked with mine as he once again beckoned, annoyed at my hesitation. At the back of his head sat a pair of white horns, and a mane of hair that ran down his back presumably continuously to his tail, where it thinned out.

As I hurried and fell in step behind him, I noted the egghorn still on his snout, and the fact that he too was uniformed, in a white shirt, now stained a deep red with blood, and a pair of torn black pants. He wore a set of epaulets that had some kind of rank insignia on them.

Holding what must have been the guard’s rifle, he beckoned for me to follow, skittering down the rows of cell doors, pausing only to shut our door as we went along.

The corridor was painted a dull grey, and seemed to be lit solely by the fluroscent tubes on the ceiling. 33579 said nothing, but motioned for me to stop as we reached a left turn.

He peeked round the corner and, motioning for me to follow, skittered into a small storeroom. Before I could say anything, he shut the door and motioned for me to keep silent, as I heard the sound of boots outside. Voice low, he added, “Save your questions for later. Can you shoot?”

I hesitated for a moment. “…no”

He passed me what must have been the guard’s sidearm anyway. “Line and level the front sight with the rear sight. That’s all. Don’t get yourself killed.”

Without saying much else, he opened the door a little, before pushing it open and padding out, motioning yet again for me to follow. Without much incident, he led me to another intersection, and paused to read a sign that was written in characters that I couldn’t make heads or tails off.

Pointing to the right, he once again beckoned me to follow, bringing us to a rather large door. “Get ready.”

Without saying much else, he pulled the door open and slipped inside, with me in tow.

The new room must have been huge. The ceiling was absurdly high for one, and the floor area was huge. The room seemed to be styled after a hangar, with racks of what must have been aircraft adorning the walls, with a few on the ground presumably being worked on. More of the ape-like
beings scurried around, tending to the metal beasts.

The craft looked somewhat like fighter jets, but different. They had the same general wing and tail designs, but at the end of each wing was this cylindrical thing with glowing coils inside.

My thoughts, however, were interrupted as I heard a loud ‘CRACK!’, and snapped round to see that 33579 had snapped the neck of an unwitting worker that had wandered too close.

However, his expression quick turned into a snarl as I heard a shout from behind. I whirled around to find one of the creatures staring slack-jawed at me. Next second, he had hit some button on the wall, and alarm klaxons began to go off…

I couldn’t even aim with the gun thingy as it seemed to be shrinking in my hands….the whole world seemed to be shrinking as the weapon clattered to the floor, useless to me. I heard 33579 shout some kind of curse, as he shot the offending creature, a bolt of greenish energy emitting from the rifle as he ran, while pointing to one of the craft on the walls.

This contraption had a markedly different design, with blocky things on the ends of its wings instead of the cylinders. The design itself seemed to be more angular…more geared towards utility rather than aesthetics, unlike the others. It must have been his craft…

However, before I took so much as a step forward, I was confronted with bolts of the same green energy, all ramming into my hide with impossible force, burning it and the tissue beneath. One of the fighter-things even took off and strafed me with several bolts, these burning even more, causing parts of my arms and chest to carbonise, and in some cases, vaporising bits of tissue.

33579 himself seemed to be in a tight spot, seeming to be busy trying to draw the fire of the enemies while hiding behind a pillar, but not being successful at all. He himself seemed to have been hit, with a rather nasty looking burn on his left arm, with the burnt and twisted scales hanging off.

More of the machines took off, joining the first. I swiped at it, sending it spiralling into a wall, resulting in a spectacular orange-red fireball, along with copious amounts of shrapnel being thrown in all directions, some even embedding themselves in one of my legs.

As I paused to pry it out, the rest of the fighters withdrew out of my reach. One of them launched what looked like a rocket, which arched right at me. Ducking just in time, it slammed into the wall behind with a brilliant blue-red explosion, leaving a good chunk of the wall itself missing…

Thump….thump… Something…clicked? I felt my pulse begin to quicken, and some sort of energy surge into my veins, up until it felt as if pure energy coursed in my veins rather than blood. A sort of surge brought it all to my left hand, as I lifted it, finding my veins to be glowing a pale blue under the skin, as if filled with some kind of plasma…

I couldn’t make any sense of it, and I damned well didn’t try to as this long steel sword materialised in my arm, which was somehow already grasping it. The light glinted off the grey metal, which seemed to emit some light of its own; the light of a sunset.

Without further ado, I swung the sword, obliterating the fighters in one swing. Below, I noticed the creatures fleeing.

When I glanced back at my arms, the sword was gone. I reached up and picked up the previously requested craft, and set it on the floor in front of 33579.

33579 himself looked to be shaken, staring up at me in what seemed to be a mixture of awe and fear.

I nodded down at him, and he nodded back, holding eye contact the entire time. “One more thing.”

He ran into what looked like a control room, and seemed to type away at what was probably a console, before firing several shots into it. Pointing at a pair of gates at the far side of the complex as he walked out, he added, “I started the autodestruct and opened the cells. You’d do well to head for the exit with me. Fly beside my craft, yeah?”

Nodding, I stepped aside as he clambered into his contraption, and soon, I heard a low whining as it started up, and within moments, it was floating at eyelevel. He motioned for me to follow, and shot off towards the doors.

Throwing myself upwards, I snapped my leathery wings open, and within a few moments, we were fast approaching the doors. Seeing as to how I had so easily lifted his machine, I simply pushed the doors open, turning them into a large metal Frisbee as they flew across the field outside.

After moving what must have been a safe distance away, 33579 landed his thing and clambered out, his arm somehow healed already. I landed next to him. “What is this place?”

He paused, seemingly trying to remember something. “Cz-256, hosts an intelligent race, and also used as an undercover prison by a faction known as the Alliance, which my kind happens to be at war with. Thanks, by the way, for all the help.”

Nodding, although that information meant little to me, I added, “And you want me to help you? What if I don’t want to?”

“What you do from here on is your business. I’m not one to force people to do things. That would put me on par with the Alliance scum anyway. You might want to contact the city that’s not too far off. Fly up high and you’ll see it. They’re friendly with us. Tell them that you are a friend of the Drakonians. They’ll probably give you food, board, maybe a job, or a lift off planet. Oh, that reminds me,” He paused to dig something out of a pocket, and gave me what looked like a thumbdrive. “I dug up the coordinates of your home planet while I was blowing the place up, in case you want to go home. Oh, and your full mane is Samuel Dora. Couldn’t get much else. File was corrupted.”

I nodded, holding the tiny device between two claws. “Thank you. I think I’ll stay here for now.”

He paused for a moment before turning and walking to his fighter, pausing to unfurl and refurl his wings before mounting the steps, momentarily revealing the rumpled grey membrane. “Anything else for me?”

I nodded. “Yes. So, you’re one of these ‘Drakonians’? and what is your name?”

He turned, leaning on the metal body of the fighter. “Me? Yes, they are my kind. You, however, are something completely different, and simultaneously majestic and terrifying.”

“And your name?” I interjected, unwilling to let him evade the question.

He laughed. “Well, you’re a persistent one. My name is Tano’rath. Captain Tano’rath, of the IDAF Vessel Defiant. Do look me up sometime. Anything else?”

“…I don’t think so.”

He nodded and clambered into his craft. “Very well then. Goodbye, and take care.”

With that, the whole thing started floating again, angled up into the blue, cloudless sky and accelerated. A moment later, the craft itself seemed to stretch, as if it were going faster than the light could reflect off it, and then it was gone.

Taking off, I looked around for the city, and turned to approach it, clutching the small thumbdrive close to my chest.
Awakening
comission for :iconsamueldora:

was given more or less full freedom to do with this, asked to have fun with it, so i did :D Might do a sequel at some point, but don't count on it. still kinda adjusting to the new timetable heh.

also cameo'd myself xP

nice to write, done in about two hours or so. contemplating actually opening up for comissions soon. keey any eye out for the journal i guess.
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Resistance
Chapter 56: War in our time

I woke to the sound of hammering on the door. I wondered where Fenek had gone, while dragging myself off the sofa. As an afterthought, I slipped my pistol into its holster as I made my way to the door. The house was already dimmed, so I guessed that I had slept half the day away…

Yes, it was peacetime, but it wouldn’t do to be complacent. Holding the gun behind my back, I pulled the door open to reveal Sythes.

“You could have just come straight in, you know?” I remarked, standing aside.

I was promptly pulled out into the street and had the door slammed shut behind me. “We must hurry!”

“What?!”

“Drak’rrth, he is in a rage!” Sythes retorted, “I don’t know how, but he has found out about our alliance! He wishes to start the war once again!”

I holstered my pistol. “I highly doubt my presence will solve anything in that case. Does Gareth know?”

“I do not know. Drak’rrth has demanded your presence.” He replied, hurrying me along, “I do not know why.”

I pulled the slider on my pistol back a little, just to make sure a round was chambered. “I don’t want to know. Make sure everyone reports back in an hour. Understood?”

“What of your own safety?” Sythes replied with a concerned glare.

I pointed him in the direction of the barracks while hurrying off on my own. “I’ll figure something out. Get those walls manned ASAP!”

I hurried to the Council’s embassy to find Drak’rrth already pacing outside, occasionally pausing to glare and glower at Flayme and Fyre, both of which were standing off to one side, arms folded. The huge black dragon wasted no time. The moment I was within earshot, his head snapped round and he loosed a roar in my face.

I adjusted my cap, which had been knocked slightly out of place. “You of all people should know by now that that does not work on me.”

“You are a traitor to our race! A liar! A back-stabber!” He hissed, glaring, teeth barred.

I folded my arms. “The last time I checked, it was already established that I stand apart. Now, what the hell is all this bloody drama about?”

“Do not feign innocence! I can smell them on you!” The dragon snarled, flaring his nostrils. “Those Smelly Mammals! You dealt with them! They are here, in your city! I smell them, I sense their magic!”

I met his glare evenly. “Did you even bother to wonder why before exploding?”

“It does not matter! I will leave this place! It is tainted! It must be razed!” He roared, before taking off, blasting me with dust. In his wake, his staff were seen flying off too. Flayme came rushing over as I rubbed some of the dust from my eyes.

He didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “This means war, yes? We have recalled the skinwalkers.”

I nodded. “Tell Fyre to teleport his ass to the ministry. Tell them this: Activated. Threat delta.”

“Are you sure that is all? Are there not more instructions?” Fyre interjected as he skittered over.

I shrugged, as I turned to walk back to the house. “They’ll know what to do. Go. Now.”

With nigh a word more, the mage vanished, while Flayme and I hurried to the guardroom. I had to draw ammunition for myself, as well as to sign for the dragon forces. I would also have to help to parcel the ammo out, as well as to load the magazines. Bullets don’t just appear in those things, unlike in the movies.

It was easy enough to determine when Fyre delivered the message, as about two minutes after I walked into the armoury, the sound of sirens could be heard, coupled with the roaring of engines. We were once again at war.

I joined the various people in helping the armoury staff carry the heavy boxes of ammo out to the tables which had been set up. There, stood and sat groups of humans and dragons alike, all busy loading the rounds into the magazines. By the time the resupply tonners for the forces stationed on the walls arrived, we already had four boxes of magazines, with each box having around twenty magazines, ready to go.

I must have been at it for hours, and by the time Victor came and called me away, my fingers were numb from pressing the cold metal rounds into the magazines.

“So, Delta, eh?” He remarked, fiddling with his rifle, while I double checked my pistol.

I shrugged, putting the pistol away. “Given how pissed he was, it’s a shame that the scale doesn’t go higher. How’s the setup?”

“Should be done in two hours. They’re wheeling out the old-ass AA guns too. No idea whether they work, though.” Victor replied, shrugging, “But basics should be up more or less now.”

“What about the hairballs?”

“You mean the wolves? No word from them yet. I doubt if they even know that this happened.”  He added, “Bro, no matter how good they are, I doubt word travels that fast. No phones, remember?”

I made a face. “Point taken. Anything else for me?”

“Yeah, one more thing…no two. Why the hell did a donkey of all things come with the message about the threat level and the activation?” Victor replied, shooting me a somewhat amused look.

“A what?”

“Donkey. A freaking talking donkey!” He spluttered, gesticulating wildly for effect. “It just bloody appeared in the room and said ‘Activated. Threat Delta’ with the most ridiculous voice!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fyre took my instructions too literally when I said to teleport his ass. But the message got through, didn’t it? Anyway, what’s the other thing?”

“Lizards are looking for their commander. You should go.” He replied with a smirk, “I’ll take over here for now.”

I nodded and hurried off, holding onto my cap so that it wouldn’t fly away.

I barged into the barracks to find the whole place in chaos. Most of them were busy arguing with each other, there was a scuffle at the armoury, and the whole place was basically a chorus of growling and roaring. I was actually quite surprised that the cacophony couldn’t be heard outside.

I tried shouting, but given how loud the dragons were being, I only served to add to the noise. Fenek sent a mental message asking if I needed help, and I told him no, thanks.

Subsequently, I tried shouting again, roaring, banging tables, throwing things at people and such, but the best I could do was to maybe get the attention of a small group of them, but even then, they would end up being pulled back into the pandemonium.

I didn’t even manage to figure out why they were in a frenzy. I contemplated taking up Fenek’s offer, but found that he was busy.

I ended up walking out shaking my head… and as I opened the door to leave, I heard someone roar in the background. “Look! Even your own commander has given up on you! You should all be ashamed! Quieten down!”

I turned round to find a snarling Hector hovering somewhere in the middle of the room, glaring down at the assembled dragons below.

“…well I hadn’t thought of that…” I muttered as I shut the door and walked through the mass of dragons, who parted for me to pass. I found a chair and stood on it.

As I steadied myself, I looked around at the sea of multi-coloured dragons surrounding me. “Okay, first things first, calm the fuck down. We’re not being invaded. Well, not yet. There have been no attacks yet, nor has there been any declaration of war. The army is simply entering an elevated state of alertness,” Meanwhile, Hector landed beside me.

“So what are the actual orders?” He interjected, glancing up at me with the airs of a bodyguard.

“Whole lot, form three groups. Group 1, on my left. Group 2, in front of me, Group 3, on my right. All of you will be cycling through three stations. I’ll continue when the groups are formed. MOVE!”

I turned to Hector, “Tell the armoury people to break into three groups, one to issue weapons, one to issue ammunition and one to issue other equipment. Tell them to hurry.”

The dragon nodded and began shoving his way through the mass of his kin, who were still milling about. I shook my head and sat down on the chair, feeling more fatigued than I should have been.  

No one seemed to approach me as I sat in the chair, waiting, and left to stew in my own thoughts as I mulled over defence plans, and deployments.

Eventually, Hector landed beside me to tell me that the armoury personnel had finished with their preparations, and I ended up clambering up the chair again, having seen that the dragons were far from ready. Not sure whether my technique would work on them, I folded my arms, shaking my head in disapproval at the milling mass of scales. “Ten, Nine, Eight…” I began counting down on the top of my voice.

It did, however, have the intended effect. At the sound of my counting down, the dragons scrambled to join the groups, and their little discussions all over the place quickly. However, by the time I finished, they weren’t quite done. I shook my head, knowing what I had to do. Obviously, my usual lines wouldn’t work…

“Whole lot, stop! Back to your original spots. MOVE!” I snapped, glaring.

There was quite a bit of confusion, while Hector smirked up at me. He seemed to get the general idea of what I wanted to do, probably because he had been sitting in on human and dragon training sessions alike.

Meanwhile, the dragons began talking amongst themselves… I growled. “I said move. Which part of that didn’t all of you understand ah?! DEAF IS IT?!”

They stopped dead to stare at me for a minute.

“MOVE LA!” I roared, glaring at as many of them as I could. I subsequently began counting down.

This time, they met my timing. I nodded a little. “Good! Now, three groups on a count of twenty! MOVE!”

I received a bunch of confused looks up until I started counting down, only to have the whole lot of them scramble into the three groups that I needed. I gritted my teeth and frowned. “Just now cannot do, now can do. Cock. Go First group from my left, go and draw gun. Next group, ammo, last group, equipment. MOVE!”

Surprisingly, they managed to make sense of my broken English, and actually followed my orders within the timeframe that I wanted. Within around an hour, maybe two, they all fell back in fully equipped while I finished up cleaning my pistol with a cloth that I had borrowed from one of the armoury personnel.

Hector, who seemed to have had already drawn his equipment watched the proceedings, “Is this how your military worked?”

“Well, usually they don’t take as long and stuff, but these guys didn’t go through basic, so they’re kinda sloppy.” I replied with a shrug, as the groups went through their paces.

Hector chuckled, “Yes, that I can see. Your instructors did manage to teach them some drills, though. I think we got up to marching.”

“Well, that’s something.” I replied, putting my gun away, “How is their shooting?”

“Nowhere as good as your counterparts, but they can hit the target.”

“Good enough.” I replied, as I watched the dragons who were done come and sit in front of me, awaiting orders.

The equipment issuing took a while, and I spent the time discussing training with Hector, as well as telling him how the army worked before the war.

To be honest, I was actually quite surprised that Drak’rrth did not turn up at our gates with some huge army within the hour. Thank goodness for politics I guess…
Resistance C56: War In Our Time
Aaaaaaand war! Was anyone surprised? Don't think so.

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Chapter 55: Allies
I was nudged into wakefulness by Atheros.
“Father, you’re supposed to be on duty!”
I groaned and rolled over. “Not till the afternoon. And you’re supposed to be in school.”
“I chose to learn to fight instead, Father. Do you not remember?” He replied, head cocked.
I nodded. “Yup, but I’m asking you to go to school instead. There’s always another day to train, Atheros.”
He shot me an incredulous look, and I got up, beckoning him to sit next to me. “School is more important. That’s what I’m trying to say. You’ll go further, even in the military with an education. I won’t stop you if you insist on training, but I’d advise you to go to school.”
Atheros paused. “Perhaps you’re right, Father. I shall think about it.”
I nodded and patted him on the shoulder. “Good.”
Subsequently, I ended up cooking for the family as they t

Next chapter:  Resistance C57: Drak'rrthResistance
Chapter 57: Drak’rrth
Thankfully, the rest of the day went mostly uneventfully, with the protocols in place, we managed to get the civilian population briefed, the defences were more or less all up and the forces on point. I sent the dragons to the designated standby points, to join the rest of the forces that were dispersed throughout the city.
Our vehicles were parked in the forest, while the tanks were on patrol, but would be hidden away later.
As evening came, things were quiet. Almost too quiet, actually. You could almost pick the tension out of the air and snap it into two. We all knew what was going to happen, and the question was only when.
The question, however, was whether the other faction was going to step in or not. To be honest, given how angry Drak’rrth had been, some help would arguably be really good. However, we received no word, no mysterious bits of paper, nothing. Perhaps they didn’t know.
Either way, by the time dinner came round, I fo
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Resistance
Chapter 55: Allies

I was nudged into wakefulness by Atheros.

“Father, you’re supposed to be on duty!”

I groaned and rolled over. “Not till the afternoon. And you’re supposed to be in school.”

“I chose to learn to fight instead, Father. Do you not remember?” He replied, head cocked.

I nodded. “Yup, but I’m asking you to go to school instead. There’s always another day to train, Atheros.”

He shot me an incredulous look, and I got up, beckoning him to sit next to me. “School is more important. That’s what I’m trying to say. You’ll go further, even in the military with an education. I won’t stop you if you insist on training, but I’d advise you to go to school.”

Atheros paused. “Perhaps you’re right, Father. I shall think about it.”

I nodded and patted him on the shoulder. “Good.”

Subsequently, I ended up cooking for the family as they trickled down for breakfast. I tried pancakes, and received a surprisingly good reaction to them, but then again, that could have been because I put bacon in.

I ended up making arrangements with Sythes about having them moving in, as he mentioned that my request for the whole block as housing had gone through. The original occupants had supposedly already moved out, so all we basically had to do was to get the dragons to move in. I pretty much left the details to Sythes, as I had to go off to prepare the range for the dragons’ live firing exercise.

Although on paper, there wasn’t much to do, it was actually quite a lot, especially since the lack of any electronic assistance whatsoever meant that I had to go to each and every target board personally, tear the used target off, pull out the nails and then hammer new ones in, together with a fresh target. Granted, I had a few of the range staff helping me out, but we could only do so much. It didn’t help at all that the range had recently been expanded, and had about thirty targets now.

When the dragons turned up for their training, we were still changing the last few targets. I had one of the assistants go and break them up into details first, while the rest of us finished up. Subsequently, while nursing my thumb, which had been hit by the hammer, I went and gave them the briefing. Mostly safety stuff, and reading off the lesson plan.

Of course, the fact that I was conducting the practice meant that short of the first few demonstration shots, I didn’t get to train. Instead, I walked around with the range staff, showing the dragons how to shoot properly, teaching them the shooting fundamentals, as well as zeroing their rifles.

We were actually quite short-staffed, and I only got to sit down while the details were changing. The flow of trainees seemed endless, as they were all scheduled to have three turns. Since there were three details, as we only filled alternate lanes, it would take a while.

However, I was rescued from my boredom when Victor came running over. I waved at him, shouting over the gunfire. “Yo! Sup?”

“Ministry is looking for you. Now. I suggest you rush, bro. I heard a lot of shouting.” He replied, as he sat on the floor next to me.

I pointed in the general direction of the range. “I’m conducting training. You know the range rules.”

“Yaaa I know. I’m here to take over. Hurry up, you overgrown lizard!” He shot back, shoving me with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine. I’m going. Anything I should know?”

“It’s…about your report. I can’t really say more in public.” He replied with a shrug. “Like I said, you should hurry…”

I nodded, and started walking back to the city. “Expected.”

“I said hurry, dammit!” Victor’s voice floated over.

Rolling my eyes, I literally took off and flew to the designated building. The building itself was actually very easy to find, since it had the words ‘MinDef’, army lingo for the Ministry of Defence, scrawled in black paint on top of the doors. I landed in front and hurried inside. I half wanted to ask for directions, but the sound of raised voices coming from a set of closed doors down the hall gave the game away.

Adjusting my cap, I pushed the door open, and was hit in the face with what was best described as a shockwave of sound. Most of the people were standing at the table, shouting and gesticulating wildly, while at the head stood a very familiar figure: Gareth.

The wolf had obviously not noticed my entrance, probably due to the noise. If anything, he looked to be simultaneously annoyed and uncomfortable. It was pretty obvious that he had an agenda, but whatever it was had long since gone out the window due to the ongoing argument.

I sighed. The commanders really loved their arguments. It would have been fun to join in, but there were obviously other matters that demanded our attention. Hence, I stalked up to the table and slammed my fist down, roaring out at the top of my lungs, “ENOUGH!”

Silence.

I noted that I was barring my fangs instinctively and corrected that as I straightened up. “Now, I didn’t come all the way here to watch an argument, and I doubt Victor would run all the way to the range and hurry me here for that either.”

The stark silence continued, and I could feel the stares boring into me. I folded my arms.

“Well? Someone tell me what the hell is going on! For fuck’s sake, I could hear you people outside!” I added, catching the gaze of Gareth, who nodded in approval.

“I came here to double check your story, and to discuss terms.” The wolf replied, as he pulled a chair over and sat.

I did the same, as everyone else followed, still murmuring. “Terms?”

Gareth smirked. “Do we not have a common enemy?”

It took me a second to draw the link. “Yup. We do. So now we have an agenda. Is that what made everyone here go bonkers? Because I’m sure they don’t get set off that easily.”

“You’ll be surprised, sergeant. The moment I mentioned it, the room exploded. If I’m not mistaken, some of your commanders think this will lead to war again, while others are confident of hiding the alliance. There is, of course, the handful that thinks that we’ll stab you in the back in time, which, I assure you, we will not.” He added, resting his arms on the table. “You have a very dynamic set of commanders here, and I’ve never seen dragons working with humans like this before. I applaud you for what you’ve done, but I would like for all of you, as a faction, to pipe down and discuss things in a civilised manner, so that we may come to a decision?”

I glanced around. “Well, we’re all sitting down, aren’t we? Now, let’s discuss.” I turned to Fenek, who had somehow turned up next to me. He seemed to be more interested in Gareth at the moment, until I jabbed him lightly in the side. “It’s rude to stare. Anyway, get some writing materials and keep minutes.”

Fenek simply went to one of the tables off to the side and grabbed a pen and some paper. He did, however, look somewhat confused. <How am I to keep time on a piece of paper?>

<Keeping minutes means to take down what goes on during a meeting, including what happens at what time, but since there are no clocks here, just take things down in the order in which they’re said. Got it?>

< I understand.> He replied, as he sat down with pen and paper ready.

We ended up spending the better part of the day discussing the terms, with most of the time spent locked in an impasse, as we were trying to figure out a way to stay at peace with both ends at the same time. As simple as it sounded, we couldn’t find a way.

It got up to the point where we actually began passing around the treaty that I had signed with Drak’rrth, and arguing over whether it was implied that we could not ally with another faction.

Technically speaking, there was nothing stopping us, since we had no knowledge about this third faction, plus Drak’rrth had said nothing about it, presumably because he didn’t want us to go looking for them...

Ultimately, it was decided that we would establish an alliance, but under wraps. There was no doubt about the fact that Drak’rrth would hit the roof if we made an open alliance. Gareth voiced no objections, and the motion passed. They would send someone over now and then to check on us, but other than that, there was nothing more for the moment.

The rest of the time was spent discussing the nitty gritty, and I went off halfway. I ended up blurting out my thoughts to Fenek as we walked. “…You know, why can’t we…just get along, you know? Like not fight, not quarrel, whatever.”

Head cocked, Fenek stared at me for a long moment. “You’ve always been the one who wanted to resist. Why are you having such thoughts now?”

“A week, maybe a little more of peace, and we go stirring the pot again.” I muttered, shaking my head. “People tire of war, and fighting isn’t good for anyone.”

Fenek stared again, his mouth working for a while before actually saying something. “What bothers you?”

I shrugged, shaking my head. “I…just miss the old days. You know, when my biggest concern was restocking the fridge and visiting my mum. There were no…worries. It will pass.”

“If you wish to talk…”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry about it.” I replied, as we returned to the house.

Pretty much, all I actually wanted to do was to go back to sleep. Perhaps the training by the dragons had been far more taxing than I had thought. Ultimately, I ended up on the sofa, and fell asleep in minutes.
Resistance C55: Allies
well, they have found themselves some friends! This is going to be interesting, but we all know how the other end is going to react, yeah?

Previous chapter:  Resistance C54: ArgumentsResistance
Chapter 54: Arguments
The way back was mostly uneventful, and I ended up chatting with Fenek most of the time.
I nearly crashed into Faelius as a result. He was sitting smack on the border, eyeing the patrols with interest. By then, I was already half asleep, and since there was nothing exciting on the way, save for a toilet break, it had pretty much been me driving in a straight line.
At the sound of my cursing and the squealing of the brakes as I swerved, Faelius’ head snapped round. Upon seeing the two of us, he smiled. “Ah, it is you.”
“Who asked you to let yourself fall asleep? You could have crashed!” Fenek nearly shouted, glaring at me as I swore a few more times.
I paused to wave at Faelius, then glared at Fenek. “Diam la! You let me sleep just now, then wait until people going to crash then make noise!”
Fenek returned my glare, but Faelius cut in, “Your sentries refuse to allow me passage.”
“Well, no

Next chapter:  Resistance C56: War In Our TimeResistance
Chapter 56: War in our time
I woke to the sound of hammering on the door. I wondered where Fenek had gone, while dragging myself off the sofa. As an afterthought, I slipped my pistol into its holster as I made my way to the door. The house was already dimmed, so I guessed that I had slept half the day away…
Yes, it was peacetime, but it wouldn’t do to be complacent. Holding the gun behind my back, I pulled the door open to reveal Sythes.
“You could have just come straight in, you know?” I remarked, standing aside.
I was promptly pulled out into the street and had the door slammed shut behind me. “We must hurry!”
“What?!”
“Drak’rrth, he is in a rage!” Sythes retorted, “I don’t know how, but he has found out about our alliance! He wishes to start the war once again!”
I holstered my pistol. “I highly doubt my presence will solve anything in that case. Does Gareth know?”
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