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Resistance
C40: Return

Resistance

Chapter 40: Return

Of course, the biggest issue of the discussion was what to do with the prisoners. According to Sythes, they had also given their prisoners' oaths, while some even asked outright to defect, saying that the Council would kill them if they went back.

Obviously, killing the whole lot was them was out of the question, though I would have been lying if I said that it was not considered at some point. However, we eventually decided to throw all of them into a designated area, which would be decided by the city's management, which had gone into hiding, and just come back out. Seeing no point in redoing the top echalons of the city itself, and after some conferring with the residents, we handed them back their jurisdiction.

Eventually, the prisoners were all regulated to one of the larger houses, given their sheer number. The initial plan put forward was actually to throw them to the slums, but I would have none of it. That would just come back to bite us in the arse later in the form of a rebellion. In retaliation, the city threw them under our charge.

We set pretty much all of the assault force as the garrison for this city, though I was to bring the dragon soldiers back. Hence, we piled back into the trucks and trundled back to our own town. I drove the rover back accompanied by our two mages, Alys and Fenek. Flayme was busy keeping an eye on the green. Those that wanted to defect were made to take oaths of allegiance to me before being carted off with Sythes, whom I put in charge of processing them.

As the rover cruised on fifth gear and I played a little with the accelerator, trying to eke a bit more power from the already straining engine, Alys poked his head over and asked, "What is this thing? Why am I not allowed to stay with the other prisoners?"

"This is a motorised vehicle. Military use only. As for you, well, so that you don't rile them up, and didn't you see the way some of them looked at you? I don't think you're too popular with them, so this is also for your own protection. I'll be dealing with you. If you behave, you'll be allowed to walk freely. Cause trouble and I'll toss you into a cage with the other fucker." I replied, keeping my eyes on the road.

The green snorted. "Perhaps. I don't mix much with them. They're of the lower castes. You have another prisoner?"

<What a prick.> I shot to Fenek, while replying, "I see, and yes, though you most likely won't meet him. He...doesn't cooperate at all. Spits at guards, throws food, you name it, hes done it. He sits in a cage all day. Best part is that we haven't even asked him anything. On a side note, you needn't worry about that too much. I won't be poking you for information."

The green nodded at this and retreated back to his seat. Fenek shot me a slightly amused look. <He is most arrogant. I can smell it, but I don't think he will be a troublemaker. The prisoner's oath is binding.>

I showed down as we approached the town gates, pausing to change gears. <Hope so. You should have told me about it earlier.>

<It slipped my mind...sorry.> Fenek replied, dipping his head a little. I reached over and scratched him a little behind the horns, saying that it was fine.

However, at the guardhouse, I was stopped as one of the guards walked over, saying that there was a message for me.

I drove and parked off to one side so that the trucks wouldn't have to wait as they were waved through after a few checks. Shutting off the engine, I leaned back in my seat and turned to face the guard. "Okay, what's the message?"

The man took out a very crumpled piece of paper and began to read, "This morning they caught someone during a routine bag check trying to get in."

"Alright, what did they find that warrants stopping me right after a battle, bro? Explosives?" I replied, eyeridge raised.

The man glanced at the paper again and looked to be re-reading the message several times over before replying, "They found a...dragon? Yes, says here a dragon in his bag"

It took me a while to process that... "Why the hell does he have a dragon in his bag?”

"It gets worse, sir," The man went on, slightly apologetically, "Says here that he was in SAF uniform pants, admin T-shirt, boots, and held a SAR-21 rifle with a whole lot of magazines strapped on his shoulder. The rifle and magazines are being held in the armoury. He hasn't spoken since they brought him in, only asking to talk to the boss, and since a dragon is involved, I was told to look for you..."

I nodded. "Where is he being held?"

The guard glanced at the paper again, "Guardhouse. Do you want the report?"

I shrugged. "Don't see why not. I'll make my way there once I settle some admin. Won't be too long."

With that, I was handed the paper and I drove off, dropping Fyre with Alys at my house while Flayme and Fenek stayed on, the former seeming to have being designated as my bodyguard. I suspected Fenek's involvement...

When I pulled up outside the guardhouse, I almost immediatedly found the man from the report. He was sitting on a chair just outside the guardhouse, with a field pack at his feet, obviously military issued, and a small green dragon dozing in his lap. The human, however, seemed to be quite on edge, though I didn't blame him, since he was flanked with two guards toting kalashnikovs, both of which were eyeballing him.

However, the moment my rover trundled into view, his eyes locked onto me with surprise written all over his face. I parked next to him, and as I exited the vehicle, I remarked, "What, never see people drive car before is it?"

The man himself seemed visibly stunned by my demeanour and words, his eyes widening, and taking a second look, lingering on my jockey cap and on my pistol. In his lap, the small green dragon stirred. He kept quiet.

I snorted and leaned against the door while Fenek and Flayme stood on either side. "Now, I'll be needing an explanation, but first things first, do you even know where you are?"

The man nodded. "This is the resistance town isn't it?"

"Very good. That is correct. Now, tell me, what the blazes are you doing trying to saunter in with a bloody dragon in your bloody bag? And why the hell are you wearing army clothes and holding a SAR-21, butt number RSN-138? And I can tell you straight to drop the act. The navy may have been one of the last to fall, but I know damned well that Changi Naval Base got blasted to shit with no survivors!" I found myself snapping, with some old memories pouring in some hurt as a good measure, causing me to tell more than I would have liked.

The man himself kept silent. I found myself growling involuntarily, fingering my pistol. I glanced to Fenek. "They're bonded aren't they?"

The brown dragon nodded. That was all I needed. Not bothering to say more, I drew the pistol. Motioning for the dragon to be restrained by Flayme, who simply grabbed the creature and muttered something that immobilised it, I pressed the pistol against the man's scruffy haired head. "Perhaps I was wrong and there were survivors, but one false move and I'll paint the street with your blood. We here aren't fond of riders, or dragons for that matter, and particularly not those that try to sneak in. You'd best explain yourself."

The man glanced at me once again. "You're a dragon."

I pulled the hammer on the pistol back, "A result of a particularly unfortunate series of events. I used to be human. Now, talk, and if you bloody try to bullshit me, you'll regret it."

He gave me an incredulous look, before talking. "I survived from Tuas, not Changi-"

i fired a shot into the ground by his feet. "Bullshit. Do you take me for a fool? look here, kid, out of all of us here, you're the only one these 9mm rounds are going to hurt, so let's make this easy, shall we? On top of everything, I'm guessing that you've been living in the forest since you haven't even heard about me. Now, lets start with your name and rank."

The man seemed startled, but seemed to either suppress his emotions or actually calm down quickly enough. "Private Ryan Ee."

I nodded, "Alright then, private, how'd you end up with two conflicting sets of things? A dragon on one hand, and a rifle with ammunition on another."

He recounted a rather fantastic tale of surviving on his own, stealing ammunition and eking out an existence in the forest. However, the way he met the dragon was interesting, and it explained why his eyes matched the dragon's, along with the forked tongue that I soon discovered. I could tell that he was telling the truth, and also that he left out some specifics, but the general idea was there.

In the end, I holstered my pistol after Flayme released the little dragon, who hissed at me. I, however, quelled it with a sharp glare. "Do you have any idea at all who I am?"

"No." came the perturbed reply.

"Second Sergeant Keane Tan, 39SCE. I lead the force here, and after taking a hit to the chest, they somehow hocus-pocused me into a dragon, and things went the way they did. I can offer you a place to stay here if you want, though I'll have to have eyes on you for a while for security's sake. Your choice." I replied flatly, noting halfway how thirsty and tired I was.

He shook his head. "No, I just want to resupply and go."

I raised an eyeridge and nodded. "Your choice. I'll see to it that you get what you need. I'll also pass you something so that you won't be detained in future. Good to see another army kid running around these parts." I neglected to mention that I had Fenek shoot out an order to get Sythes to send someone to follow him, just to make sure that he was not a spy or anything.

The man nodded again and listed out what he needed. I asked the guards to arrange it for him, while I got back into my vehicle and drove off, bound for my own home.

Sythes was already waiting in my house by the time I parked the vehicle and walked back. He, however didn't seem too pleased.

"The other dragons are asking for better living conditions, brother, and I must admit that I am no different. The house is crowded, and some of us wish for some room to stretch our wings." He went straight to the point, with a tone of worry in his voice. It didn't take much for me to tell that it must have been quite bad, especially with the new defectors.

While downing a jug of tea, I nodded stiffly. "I'll see what I can do. Most probably some of you will spill over here for the time being, up until I can get another house for you guys. Flying wise, you can actually fly outside the walls, just let the guardhouse know, and make sure the guards can still see you no matter what, in case anything happens, and disappearing till you're a speck on the horizon doesn't count as being seen. I'll write up orders for that. Just tolerate the housing for now. I'll push for the entire block if I can."

Sythes nodded, though his eyes widened a little at the mention of appropriating the entire block, "Is that necessary?"

I shrugged. "Since people keep streaming in, plus almost all the dragons seem to want to fight, why not? Didn't you notice? All the dragons that turn up at the city gates always end up in my house sooner or later, asking for training and whatever. I suspect that some want revenge, since most are missing family members."

Sythes nodded again, before collapsing into a chair. "It is good, that we have you to ensure that we get what we need. Sometimes I wonder if the human leaders would treat us as well..."

I shrugged. "In theory, yes, practical I don't know. Want lunch?"

Sythes nodded eagerly, while Hector stomped over from next door, along with the rest of his group. The two skinwalkers seemed to have decided on turning grey for the day. Sythes himself glanced back and seemed to remember something, "Ah, yes, they have insisted to move here, since you are of utmost importance to them."

I gestured for them to come in and sit around. "No issue," I subsequently turned to face the group, though Flayme stood by my side. I half wondered where Fyre was, but turned my attention back to the current topic, "Alright, make yourselves comfortable, bring your beds if you can. Sythes, where are the kids?"

Sythes shot me a confused look as I began frying some beef. "We have no goats."

I paused for a moment to mentally kick myself. "Clan. I mean the rest of the clan."

Sythes snorted, "I don’t understand how goats have anything to do with your clan... Either way, they went marketing if I'm not mistaken."

I nodded and continued cooking, throwing on some more meat to compensate for the group of eight, and the clan that would no doubt be back.

Atheros, however, came in on his own, looking tired, but he did come over and greet me all the same, pulling me into a hug and saying, "It is good that we are safe. It was a good battle, no?"

I nodded while dumping all the food onto a few plates. "More or less, since I got the guards drunk, though it wasn't good when I got grabbed. Always, you know, this weird shit always happens to me."

Atheros snorted, smiling. "That matters not, since you survived with nigh a scratch."

Shrugging as we all began eating, I muttered, "Guess so."

Eventually, I settled down to rest, taking the sofa as usual, while the extra beds were carried in. At some point, I dozed off, with my pistol still holstered at my hip, and my hat hanging from one horn.
Resistance C40: Return
aaand here's the next chapter, after much ado. Been busy, apologies. Enjoy, and feedback will be appreciated!

Also, cameo for :icongadzooooks: and a reference to his piece: Resistance: The Encounter. He's a great writer and a long time friend of mine both on and offline. Do give it a read and drop him a fave and/or comment if you like it! 

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Journal Entry: Thu Jan 22, 2015, 7:52 AM


Well, I've gone on long enough without updating this thing.

So, yes, done with service, came out with 8 towels and a pair of running shoes, among other things. 

Now, nownownow, nothing to do... at all so, done a bit of pc repair here and there, some writing, though at a reduced pace. People are trying to catch me before I fly off to Australia to attend university.

So, I've burnt through my cash at an astonishing pace too, but that is to be expected, especially since I don't have income anymore.

Other than that, can't wait to start uni and with it, a new chapter of my life here!

Oh also, thoughts on the ongoing 'Resistance' series, anyone?

Tano'rath out.

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Resistance
Chapter 39: Assault

The planning took up a good chunk of the night, and the orders were dispatched before dawn. We would go for a frontal assault. However, a good chunk of the forces would remain at home to hold the fort. At some point, I remembered to get Fenek to make my pistol visible again.

Eventually, the end result of the night's work came in the form of a convoy of fifteen tonners, all full of men, all toting rifles. Escorting would be several rovers, mine included. I stopped to repaint the markings, and to grab my hat. Most of the men were chattering amongst themselves, while we briefed the commanders one last time. After a few minutes, the men were briefed, and all reported ready.

Clambering into my rover with Fenek, Hector and Flayme, I gave the signal to follow me as I stared the engine. Flayme gave me a mad grin. "So, this is the roar of the human war machines!"

"Hah! you haven't seen the tank!" I replied, chuckling. We were given one tank, which was waiting outside the wall.

Behind, the truck engines roared to life one by one. The first truck held Sythes and his dragons, all looking excited, while the humans mostly looked anxious.

With that, I gave the engine a rev, and set out, with the trucks following behind, with the tank falling in behind as the rear guard. Fenek was manning my MG, though he looked to be none too happy about sitting in the rover.

The ride was bumpy and noisy, but we were making good time. By breakfast time, we were in view of the city of Kuala Lumpur.

Of course, the loud convoy coupled with the enormous dust cloud was noticed almost at once, though the dragon sent to make contact with us looked to be in rather bad shape. On top of everything, I recognised him as the guard from the day before. He didn't quite have the same arrogant air this time, however, and instead looked to be having a bad headache.

The trucks had stopped some distance behind with the tank, out of the view of the dragon. I, being the front scout had seen him and got clearance to see what he wanted.

Not bothering to get off the vehicle, I simply stopped in front of him, while Fenek stood up and pointed the MG at him. I stood up and leaned onto the windshield. "Oh, look what we have here; the guy who said that I'd bring trouble!"

The guard glared at me, trying to draw the link. I took my cap off. "Ring any bells, asshole?"

The shock registered on his snout first, then travelled to his eyes which widened. "You!"

I drew my pistol, and gave him a very pointed look. "Yes, me. Now, here's the deal. You lot come quietly, and we'll talk about not blowing you to pieces."

The dragon growled. "You're no traveller!" his voice seemed slightly slurred too.

"Took you long enough. Now, surrender before I decide to blow your brains out." I snapped, annoyed. In the background, I could already hear the main body of the force making its way in my direction.

Another growl. "No. We will not yield. The Council will hear of this!"

The first group must have come into view, since the dragon started staring behind me. I laughed. "Oh, I'm sure they will. Changed your mind?"

The guard's eyes bulged, as he watched the men make their way towards the city. He must have noticed that the force was mixed, having both dragons and humans.... "I...I know who you are!"

Rolling my eyes, I sat back down and put the rover back into gear. "Now, you have two seconds before the gears engage and I run you over. Any last words?"

With a loud roar, the dragon got onto all fours and charged at me. "Your head is mine!"

Chuckling, I gave the engine a rev and let the clutch engage, I even had time to shift to second gear. "This is going to be good..."

The guard himself didn't even get to pounce. The rover slammed into him head first, sending him careening a few metres forward, before he landed in a heap of armour and scales, moaning.

I stopped the rover beside him, remarking in the flattest tone I could muster, "Congratulations. You just did something incredibly stupid."

The bleeding heap of red scales and steel moaned again... "I..yield...Please, let me live...I have a clan..."

Glancing to Flayme, I nodded. "heal him and pull him in."

He gave me a strange look. "They said that you were ruthless."

I shrugged as we helped the dragon into the back seat. "They were wrong. dragons are people too."

With that, Flayme began chanting, his body encased in a warm glow as he healed the guard, who kept moaning as I drove over to join the main force. The tank roared up in front of me and with one blast, reduced the gates to splinters. The guards' responses were slow, and sluggish was an understatement. Some of them couldn't even walk straight. The innkeeper had done his job alright.

My prisoner went by the name of Drake. With a great deal of bowing, he thanked me for sparing his life. He even pledged his allegiance to me, and asking if he could go and get his mate. I slathered one of his arms with a generous amount of paint before letting him go.

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[Agenor]

One really had to appreciate the deadly efficiency of the human weapons and tactics. In order to breech the gates, they simply blasted the entire gateway apart with that tank of theirs. The guards didn't even stand a chance, and those standing by the gate were blown to pieces and smeared onto the ground.

I fought alongside Sythes and Fyre. Suffice to say that they gave no quarter. Once the gates fell, we were the first to charge in, while the humans came in behind as the the main force, while the rear guard secured the walls. Any resistance was quickly gunned down, many prisoners were taken and herded to one corner where they were held under guard.

There, however wasn't much resistance, despite the large garrison. Most of the dragons around seemed to be under the influence of some strong drink, or having bad headaches. That must have been the 'nasty surprise' Sythes had talked about before we moved out.

The humans made quick work of the guards along the walls, while we were sent to deal with those still asleep in the guardhouse. That too, wasn't too big a fight. Instead, we flung open the door to the overwhelming smell of vomit. Most of the guards lay on their beds in various states of undress, and in some really interesting positions. I hadn't realised that our bodies were that...flexible.

most of them were completely dead to the world, and we secured the building very quickly. In fact, all we had to do was to post guards around the building and move on.

The areas inhabited by humans was secured quickly, with some even cheering us on and giving the troops water and snacks. Once they realised that the dragons marked with yellow were on their side, they stopped throwing rubbish at us and albeit sheepishly offered us the same refreshments too.

The inner areas were quiet, and most of the buildings looked to be abandoned in a hurry... We met up with Keane and his advance party at the entrance to the square, where a lone green dragon stood, in his full quadruped form, as large as a house. His underside was a slightly dirty white colour, and a pair of white horns sprouted from the back of his head. He looked around, pausing every now and then to glare down some random street...

In the background, I could see many dragons fleeing the city, of all shapes and sizes. They must have been the clans of the soldiers, along with any that cared to settle in this small town.

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[Keane]

We drove down the streets to be greeted with cheers from the general populace. The rover must have been a dead giveaway, though I spotted the innkeeper at some point, who waved at me with a knowing smile. I nodded to him and tipped my hat as we drove past.

Drake returned at some point with his wife, who was of the same colouration. Red with a white underside. They even had a child who looked to be older than Agenor. However, they didn't seem to bear us any ill will. In fact, they thanked me, saying that most of the guards had not been spared, while their clans had fled.

As we approached the town centre, I noticed a wall of green scales in the middle of the square. I stopped off at one of the alleyways, and sent Hector off together with the family. This was no place for civilians...

I stopped just short of the square, and parked the rover in an alleyway. Flayme turned to me, seeming somewhat disappointed that he didn't see any action. "What happens now?"

I shrugged. "Wait for the main force first."

"Your planning is most...unconventional, to put it in your terms." He replied, settling into his seat. "Most dragons would charge in for honourable battle. You...cheated..."

"Perhaps, but it's better than losing men on either side. This way, most were captured. Less death and destruction, minus the gate, mind you, and I prefer it that way." I replied, while topping up my magazine with a few rounds.

Eventually, Agenor walked up with Sythes. Sythes looked the rover up and down, his eyes pausing at the blood splattered on the bonnet. "I see you've been busy, brother."

"Oh, someone charged at me. He's on our side now. Even swore a binding oath." I replied with a shrug, while we got off the vehicle. "What's with the green guy in the square? he's been there for an awfully long time."

Sythes cast a sideways glance out to the square. "It is hard to say. Perhaps he is the commander of the garrison?"

"Nah. I got the whole garrison drunk, remember?" I replied with a shrug.

As if on cue, I heard an extremely loud voice bellow from the square, "I am of the Council! Yield, and you will all be pardoned to slavery!"

"Well, that answers our little question, doesn't it?" I remarked, "Anything I should take note of?"

Flayme surged to his feet, shaking his head. "Yes. This is not your fight. He is a mage, and I can smell the spells that he weaves. My brother and I will offer him battle."

As if on cue, Fyre walked up and nodded. "Allow us to prove that we are beyond a doubt loyal to you and you only."

There wasn't much of a choice, really, since I didn't want a repeat of what happened the last time we fought a mage. Hence, I stepped aside and let the duo past. "Good hunting."

Fyre and Flayme walked up to the mage and roared, getting his attention. "We oppose the council! You are corrupt! Balance must be restored!"

The green chuckled, but with no humour in his tone. From my spot, I watched as he turned to face the duo. Down the alleys, I could see the rest of the force watching with bated breath.

The green sneered, still laughing. "So, you all choose death. So be it. Hurl your paltry spells at me, then, o casters, before I rend your minds and souls!"

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, I ran from group to group, getting them to garrison the buildings around the square quietly, pausing here and there to help to break the doors down. Thankfully, however, the buildings were mostly empty, most showing signs of their occupants having left in a hurry. Half eaten meals sat on tables with some of the meat still moist. Most of the doors weren't even locked, and hung open forlornly. Occasionally, I would see a stray scale, indicating the nature of the former occupants of the homes.

All the while, the dragons in the square growled and roared, trading insults. Occasionally, there would be a bright flash of light, or a blast of heat. I looked now and then to see Fyre and Flayme hurling fireballs and bolts of lightning at the green, whose shield would flare blue where the lightning and fire would impact and dissipate, eliciting sometimes blinding flashes of light. Anything flammable in the square had long since caught fire, and I took care to direct the men to buildings made of stone.

Thick, black smoke billowed, from the many fires, blocking my view at times. Both Fyre and Flayme were encased in some sort of blue glow, while their eyes were patches of pure while light. They stood their ground, chanting. I noted that they hadn't changed form. However, that was explained soon enough when the green unleashed a torrent of fire in their direction. The two simply split and dived out of the way nimbly.

Flayme laughed, his voice blown out of proportion. I was quite sure he could be heard outside. "Pathetic! A hatchling could best you! Your puny shield is no match for us!"

Once the men were in place and told only to act on my command, I found myself back at my alley. However, as usual, things didn't go well for me...

Before I could react, a green-scaled foreclaw burst through the wall beside me, sending my rover careening down the alley. I must have forgotten to put the parking brake on. That, however, was the least of my worries as the dragon equavelent of adrenelin flooded my veins, and my brain screamed at my limbs to move... I had barely enough time to draw my pistol when I was grabbed and dragged out to the square.

Both Fyre and Flayme froze. The green cackled. "Ah, see! I have your pathetic little commander! See if you dare to attack now!"

I was about to retort when I heard Flayme's voice in my mind. <His shield is gone, but if we act now, you will be killed with him. You must free yourself!>

Oblivious to what was being said to me, the green filled my vision with his snout. I noted that he seemed to be rather tired, and was panting a little  "So, you are the troublemaker! Once I'm done with that little army of yours, I'll bring you back to face judgement!"

He musn't have noticed that I was holding my pistol. I glanced down at the huge scales on his wrist and had an idea. Silently working my pistol under a scale that looked to be slightly loose, I made a show of squirming and scowling till I was done. The dragon himself didn't seem to notice my antics. I did, however, receive a sadistic smile as the creature sneered, "Scared? Why don't you yield, and I'll think about letting your men go, hmm?"

Pressing the pistol against the bit of exposed skin, I gave him my best smile. "Go fuck yourself."

Enraged, the green roared, and I pulled the trigger, bringing forth a second roar of pain as he refexisively let go. The warm blood from the wound splurted out, covering my gun and arm as I fell.

The green was large, and I was quite a ways off the ground. Groaning, I allowed my instincts to direct me as I flared my wings and gave them a few flaps, bringing me over the rooftops. Flayme nodded, smiling. I felt his mind still connected to mine, and replied, <I'll take it from here. Take cover, both of you.>

The two of them nodded and ducked back into an alleyway, while the green glared up at me and roared. "So you choose to flee! Cowards!"

I snorted. "No. Far from it," Subsequently I raised my voice to a roar as I landed stiffly on a roof, "Now, descend upon him!"

I heard windows being broken, and guns cocking. The first rifle discharged, followed by the rest  The green writhed in pain as he was peppered with lead. I spent the time cleaning off some on the blood by wiping my hand on the roof. I noted that the blood had gotten into the pistol. Meanwhile, Fyre and Flayme landed beside me, watching in interest. Flayme glanced down at the green. "He knows not who we are."

"Who exactly are you two anyway?" I replied, as the gunfire peppered out, while the green laid in the square in a pool of blood, in his death throes.

Flayme gave me a toothy smile. "We are the agents of balance. We trained since we were hatchlings for this purpose."

Fyre nodded, "We are the best at our art."

"Then, it's an honor to serve with you two." I replied, returning the smile, "I'm not the best, but I strive to be."

With that, and a little guidance, I followed them as they glided down. I landed clumsily in front of the green's head, as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. I gave him a sideways look. "Bloody arrogant bastard. Any last words?"

The green coughed up another mouthful worth of blood, almost choking as he hissed. However, he said nothing, and ended up choking up a second mouthful of blood. I scoffed. "Thought so."

Without further ado, I got ready to put a bullet into his eye, only have him shift his head out of the way at the last moment, causing me to miss. I raised an eyeridge. Meanwhile, the pistol's slider had locked back, with two rounds stuck in the chamber. The gun was jammed.

"I...have a message." The dragon croaked with a gurgle as he spat out yet more blood. I motioned to Fenek, who had just turned up next to me, to cover me while I remedied the problem.

Flicking out the jammed rounds with a claw, I subsequently jammed the magazine back in and cocked the pistol again while squatting next to the dragon. "I'm listening."

"The Council is not unreasonable." Came the reply, "Negotiate."

The dragon coughed up another mouthful of blood, then went silent. Flayme walked over and checked his pulse. "He still lives. What do you want to do with him?"

I shrugged. "Can we handle him if we take him prisoner?"

Flayme nodded. "It is a simple matter. I can lock his talents away. However, do you think it is wise?"

"I've had more than enough death and destruction for one day. Heal him and then tie him down, then we'll see to the troops." Glancing around, my eyes fell on Sythes. "Get the rest of the prisoners brought here, put them to one side under guard. We'll handle the mage."

I received a quick affirmitive before Sythes himself ran off to get it done. Victor walked up and tapped me on the shoulder. "Ey, meeting in a bit, join us when you're done? Prisoners are yours since they're dragons. Shout if you need help."

Nodding, I glanced down the alleyway and had a sudden realisation. Hastily putting Fenek in charge for the moment, I bolted down the alley where I had been grabbed, and finally came across my rover which had rolled two blocks down.

Shaking my head, I clambered in, muttering to myself about forgetting to pull the handbrake. Relieved to find that the vehicle could start, I put it into gear and drove back to the square.

As I rolled back to the corner which had evidently been designated as the prisoner holding area, I watches as Sythe's dragons brought the prisoners, mostly the city guards, to the area and told them where to sit. I stopped beside one of SYthe’s men, and waited till he had finished giving his instructions. "Anywhere to park?"

The lanky orange drake shrugged. "Park? I don’t think there are any parks here, commander."

It took me a while to process his reply, "Err...I mean anywhere for me to stop the vehicle?"

The dragon pointed in the general direction away from the prisoners who were still streaming in. "As long as you don't obstruct anything, you can stop anywhere."

Nodding, I drove a very short distance away and shut the engine off, remembering to pull the handbrake this time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Flayme and Fyre both bringing the green mage from earlier over, already in biped form. The green looked to be very confused and equally as disoriented. They placed him in the back seat.

"I've locked his powers." Flayme added as he slided alongside me, while Fyre stood behind the green, "He is now at your mercy."

Nodding, I looked the green over. "What's your name?"

The dragon shot me a glare that could dissolve metal. It took quite a bit of effort not to flinch. "It means nothing to you. Why do you keep me alive?"

I shot Flayme a glance, "Looks like you did too good a job at healing. He's become an asshole already," subsequently, I matched the green's stare, "Are you deaf? I did say that I had enough of killing people."

Flayme shot me an amused look, though I got the general sensing that he had no idea what an asshole was. However, I had no time to explain as I diverted my attention to the green once again. "Now, answer my question. Like it or not, your sorry ass in mine now. You'd best behave."

At some point, we had exited the vehicle…

The green shot me another caustic look. "Your facade fools no one. All of us are aware that you never give any quarter. What do you desire? Information? Or do you just wish to torture me to your hearts content?"

I drew my pistol, gaining an expectant look from all, including the prisoner, while Fenek quietly appeared at my side. He gave me a curious look and I shook my head while flicking the decocking lever and tossing the pistol to the floor, out of reach of both the green dragon and I. "Does this convince you? Hearsay is far from an accurate source, and I'm no murderer. So, tell me, what's your name? I don't want to go around calling you 'dragon' since more or less everyone in this sad little corner is a dragon."

Of course, my actions received a snort from Fenek, while the two mages stared at me, stunned.

The green stared for a moment at the weapon on the ground. Before I knew it, he had it in his claws, and was pointing it at me. The two mages looked ready to take action, but a slight shaking of my head prompted them to hold back for the moment.

Fenek almost barged into my thoughts at once. <Why did you stop them?! He's going to kill you!>
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[Fenek]

Of all the times to laugh, he had to laugh now, when a prisoner, a mage no less, held his pistol and was pointing it at him, demanding to be released.

Keane took a few heartbeats to calm himself before pointing at the weapon, still snickering. "Threaten all you want, stupid. Firstly, it's not loaded. Secondly, you're holding it the wrong way."

It took a moment for me to realise that the mage was indeed holding the gun the wrong way, and was instead pointing the barrel at his own chest. Not bothering about his safety, Keane subsequently walked forward and pulled the sliding top of the pistol back, to show the barrel and magazine, which were both empty. There was a soft 'click' as the top part hit a latch and stayed open, as it tended to do when the pistol was empty.

The mage, however was not amused. However, there was a sort of resignation in his eyes as he handed the gun back to Keane. "I'm Alys. Mage of the fourth wing, second detatchment. I acknowledge you as my captor and will make no attempt at escape or subterfuge. Thus is my prisoner's oath. Do you accept?"

Keane nodded, and to my surprise, offered his hand to the dragon in the human gesture known as a 'handshake'. Alys seemed confused for a moment before bowing. Keane let his hand return to his side. "I'm Second Sergeant Keane Tan, commander, Dragon Company. I accept your oath. Behave, and you'll be treated very well, but make trouble and I'll shake your world. Understood? If you have any questions, just ask."

Alys nodded quietly and was directed to sit in one corner, away from the other prisoners, who didn't seem to like him too much anyway...

Keane and I walked to where the other leaders were gathered, evidently waiting for us.

"How the blazes did he get that pistol so fast?" He remarked, while loading a fresh magazine into his gun.

I snorted. "You forgot about his tail."

He gave me a half-smile. "So, I humiliated myself."
Resistance C39: Assault
So here, they finally stormed the city. Enjoy. Also yes, I conveniently vanished for the festive season. Apologies. Happy belated new year everyone.

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Chapter 38: Reccee
I woke the next morning to have Fenek peering at the laptop what was on the coffee table, in front of me. I must have forgotten to explain the thing to him. Either way, I reluctantly got off the sofa and went to cook breakfast. At least the other dragons would be handling their own food. I could hardly imagine having to cook for so many everyday.
The breakfast with the family went the usual way, before I commandeered one corner of the dinner table to go over the meeting minutes that had been typed into the laptop. I also brought over a stack of paper and a pen.
I was so engrossed with my work that I didn't notice Sythes' presence till he poked his snout over the laptop screen to look at what I was scribbling onto the paper, mostly notes on the situation, along with some speculations on what the opposing force would be.
Hector and gang had also crowded around without my noticing, all staring alternatingly at the laptop, then my scribbling, probably finding

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Of course, the biggest issue of the discussion was what to do with the prisoners. According to Sythes, they had also given their prisoners' oaths, while some even asked outright to defect, saying that the Council would kill them if they went back.
Obviously, killing the whole lot was them was out of the question, though I would have been lying if I said that it was not considered at some point. However, we eventually decided to throw all of them into a designated area, which would be decided by the city's management, which had gone into hiding, and just come back out. Seeing no point in redoing the top echalons of the city itself, and after some conferring with the residents, we handed them back their jurisdiction.
Eventually, the prisoners were all regulated to one of the larger houses, given their sheer number. The initial plan put forward was actually to throw them to the slums, but I would have none of it. That would just come back to bite us in the ar
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Celebration!

Journal Entry: Wed Dec 17, 2014, 7:31 AM


As of 12 December 2014, I have completed my two years of national service to the country. I have left the service as a corporal, and am now liable for 10 cycles of reservist training.

But, for now, I'm going to headache over other things, like getting my college matters settled, tying up things here and such. 

Writing wise, eh, I have no idea how it's going to go. Probably okay for now, but when lessons start, I must say that my timetable is more than a little cramped. (try 500m sprint to go to a second lecture. I'm going to come back a very fit Drakonian.) 

Anyways, I'd be lying to say that I'm not celebrating, and of course, it has been a colourful experience.

When I stepped into BMTC for my basic training, I was honestly expecting to be treated like dirt, and I must say that some of the time I was. It breaks you down then builds you up stronger if pulled off correctly, though I suspect that it didn't quite work for my batch. 

Anyways, I met all kinds of people, from really awesome guys to total smartasses and then the idiots. People so dumb that you're amazed that they're alive, and I'm not even referring to your general purpose slow-ish guys. Those guys are fine, and are actually awesome people. I'm talking about the guy who gets tossed into the army jail for fighting, then comes right out and picks fights again for no good reason. This guy has been in the army for two years and still can't strip a rifle. Like, really? 

But yeah, back to the topic, I went through 2 months being trained to do hazmat cleanup. A shoutout to one of the sergeants, Frank (I know you're reading this you cock.), who helped to make it a little more tolerable. 

And from there, emerged the platoon 6 that I am part of. We have gone through thick and thin, dug shell scrapes in MOPP 4, endured the countless eruptions of drama, and of course, the asshole commander who shall not be named. You guys have really helped me along these two years, and I thank all of you, even the idiot. It has been a good run, guys.

I'm not one to get sentimental, and neither am I one to reminisce too much. Suffice that we have been through both ups, downs and some lefts and rights too. Can is can la, bit I cannot go on, else I'd be sitting here till next year recounting everything. Besides, it's legitly classified. And yes, it actually says 'classified' on my transcript.

And now, I put my musings aside and look forward to the future.

CPL (NS) Tano'rath.

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Chapter 38: Reccee

I woke the next morning to have Fenek peering at the laptop what was on the coffee table, in front of me. I must have forgotten to explain the thing to him. Either way, I reluctantly got off the sofa and went to cook breakfast. At least the other dragons would be handling their own food. I could hardly imagine having to cook for so many everyday.

The breakfast with the family went the usual way, before I commandeered one corner of the dinner table to go over the meeting minutes that had been typed into the laptop. I also brought over a stack of paper and a pen.

I was so engrossed with my work that I didn't notice Sythes' presence till he poked his snout over the laptop screen to look at what I was scribbling onto the paper, mostly notes on the situation, along with some speculations on what the opposing force would be.

Hector and gang had also crowded around without my noticing, all staring alternatingly at the laptop, then my scribbling, probably finding it hard to read my handwriting, while trying to figure out what the laptop was doing. Fenek was sniffing at the heat vent, from which the sound of the fan softly whirring could be heard.

Absentmindedly sipping my now cold cup of tea, I remarked, "What?"

Sythes spoke up, while the rest nodded along. " I believe it's time to tell the rest of them what transpired, no? They seem set to be your lieutenants anyway."

Glancing around, I nodded, while glancing back at the laptop to make sure that I had gone through everything. Pausing only to shut the laptop down, I subsequently closed it, while gesturing for the rest to sit. "Point taken. Now, I suppose the rumours are already floating around?"

Fyre nodded. "Some of us overheard a little of what was discussed. We heard talk about an attack?"

I shrugged. "Somewhat true. We're turning the tables because we're the ones attacking. Now, there's this town not too far from here. It's being held by the Council, and the people are being treated quite badly I hear. They're unhappy, of course, and asked for our help. We're going to lay siege on the city of Kuala Lumpur."

Eyes widened, while Hector chuckled, looking at the rest, "Cold feet, my friends?"

I chuckled. "Oh, cut them some slack. We've only been defensive so far. Either way, these people need our help, so we're giving it. Besides, the Council themselves need to learn a thing or two about the human spirit."

To this, Sythes replied extremely pointedly, "You're a dragon."

"Not this again," I rolled my eyes, "I used to be human, remember? Besides, it makes for a pretty funny war cry. Either way, it's time to show those idiots that we're not going to sit around and wait them out, because they're more capable of that than we are. People, I believe in delivery services. Lets deliver the fight to them. Now, all I need is to wait for the planning guys to show up along with a few others."

Fenek shot me a very amused look. "Your motto of delivering things is most amusing. So, what shall we do while we wait?"

I shrugged. "That's why I didn't start the brief so early. You guys can just go and do your own stuff first. I'll call when the time comes. One thing is certain, though, I'll need volunteers who dare to sit in a rover. The actual thing, not the Foresters. Rovers are open top jeeps with mounted guns."

I received nods, though Hector stepped forward, "I'll stay by your side. As for the rest, we will see soon enough. My brother and the rest of my party shall stay behind to watch over this city for you."

I nodded while getting up. "Alright then, everyone is dismissed for now. I have some matters to attend to."

With that, I went off to make myself a jug of tea. I had toyed around with the idea of getting actual coffee powder, but that was very expensive. Besides, I was capable of growing my own beans anyway, but the circumstances didn't exactly allow me to do any gardening. In the end, I found myself having to settle for some very strong tea.

"How is this tea?" Victor popped out of nowhere, glancing at the tea, which I had brewed till the drink was practically black rather than the normal light brown.

I shrugged. "I want my caffene and coffee is expensive. Where're the rest?"

"On the way," He replied, "Should be here shortly."

Dumping five spoons of sugar into the jug of tea, I poured myself a cup, while Victor drank from his bottle. So far, no one had dared to try my tea, probably because of how concentrqated it was. In my own defence, it did go nicely with milk or a generous amount of lemon. Settling down, I watched as people slowly streamed in, till more or less everyone had arrived. The plans were placed in front of me, while I passed the laptop over to the maintenence guys to get it charged. I had found out soon enough that the battery life was somewhat lacklustre, with my light usage chewing up half the battery power. Whoever had used the device before me had obviously not put much thought to taking care of the battery.

The plan was simple, since it onlyu covered the reccee phase. Anything else would have to wait till we gathered some information. A small group of us, two, maybe three guys would drive down to the town, hiding the rover somewhere along the way and then either flying or walking in, depending on the composition of the group. All dragons was preferred since that would look less strange.

However, bringing back information would be a problem, since word of mouth was far from reliable. After a while of arguing over whether or not drawing it out would suffice, it dawned on me that I could just smuggle my phone in and use that. They agreed on it, since taking photos would be easier. Besides, they would probably assume that it was some random accessory or something.

The rover itself would be parked in front of my house later, and we would move out in the evening to avoid detection.

With that, the meeting was ended. Fenek insisted on being tghe third person, so the team was assembled. We had to clean off the paint, while I went to draw our weapons. Unfortunately, rifles were out of the question, and although Hector had a rather impressive collection of swords and knives that he somehow pulled out of his deceptively small bag, I hadn't the slightest inkling how to use any of them.

Fenek ended up making my pistol invisible, but directing the energy drain to me, since it would be too tiring for him to maintain it himself. I didn't feel that much different, and the gun was visible only to me, making it even more awkward. Drawing the gun would reveal it. I was told that the fatigue would only manifest later.

With that, we settled down for lunch. I popped over to the barracks to give some lessons, while still carrying the pistol to get used to it. Eventually, nightfall came and we went to have an early dinner before settling off. The effects of the spell were already sinking in as I felt myself tiring slightly faster. However, a cup of super concentrated tea remedied that. I even filled a bottle to bring along. Fenek settled for water, while Hector gave me a disgusted look when he tried it, opting to take water as well.

"I do not understand how you can tolerate that leaf-soup you call tea." he commented as he loaded his bottle into the rover, while Fenek settled down at the back, already belted in and not looking too happy about it.

I shrugged, while glancing at Fenek, holding back a laugh. "Look, if you don't like the car you can always swap out with someone else. I'll be fine, you know."

"No. I'm going." The brown dragon snapped, glaring, "You always manage to get into some sort of trouble, so I'll go and watch your back. If I have to endure being thrown about in this roofless and doorless contraption, then so be it."

"Fine. If anyone attacks, the MG is yours." I replied, buckling my own seat belt and starting the engine, pausing only to make sure Hector was already secured, "Alright, this thing is full manual, it will be jerky because I've not played with a clutch in a very long time. It should be fine after a while, though."

With that, I engaged the first gear and promptly stalled the vehicle. Fenek snorted behind. "Perhaps you should fly instead?"

Rolling my eyes, I started the engine again, remembering at the last minute to clutch in. This time, I got the rover moving, and after a while of playing with the clutch and transmission, we were cruising smoothly to the gates. Smoothly but slowly, though. I was only on second gear, not wanting to go too fast in the city.

Once we were out the gates, I shut off the lights, while driving on the road, knowing full well that no one would be travelling at night, perhaps other than the odd dragon. As Fenek remarked that this was smoother than the truck, I floored the accelerator.

With a roar, the engine revved, and we lurched forward. Fenek nearly screamed while I laughed my head off. Hector looked impressed.

As I took my foot off the accelerator to change the gear, Hector asked, "Is that it? This is only about flying speed..."

I glanced at the speedometer as I shifted up to third gear. Sixty only. "That's cute. This is only second gear. You can't change the gear when the accelerator is down."

Hector snorted, not looking convinced. I shrugged as I completed the gear shift and hit the accelerator again, eliciting another roar from the engine as we lurched forward once again. Hector looked convinced at this, up until he was smacked in the snout by a brunch. He huffed, wiping off the bits of bark and leaves, while I laughed, pausing once again to shift.

Eventually, the town came into view. I paused to take a drink, before turning off the road, and into a rather dense growth of trees. It took a whole lot of swerving and sudden braking, but I managed to get the vehicle into the grove, and covered it with leaves and such to comauflage it.

Once done, we continued on foot, while I paused to take photos of the area in general with my phone, which I had kept in one of the invisible magazine pouches. I even managed to get a few half decent shots of the town walls.

However, as we neared, I had to put the phone away, as we the draqgons patrolling the walls in biped form came into view. All the guards looked to be dragons, while the town itself was actually quite small, about half the size of ours. I estimated a population of a few hundred.

We backed off a little, and I gave Fenek a crash course on how to take photos on the phone, mostly just telling him which button to press, and assuring him that it would not explode. Subsequently, I got him to fly over the town discretely, while taking photos.

This ended up with him making himself invisible and executing the order, leaving Hector and I alone for a short while.

Hector settled nicely against a random tree, while I stood around, slightly worried. He spoke first, while looking out at the small town. "You'll need a proper name."

"Name? I already have one." I replied, looking over at him.

He snorted, gesturing in the general direction of the sleeping city. "Not a dragon name. They probably already know who you are, so giving your name will most likely lead to your demise. How about Tano'rath?"

I blinked. "Where'd you pull that out from?"

The orange dragon snorted, looking up in the sky. "He was a warrior, like you, but of a different race. They looked like us, though, but had no magic. Like you, he opposed the council with technologuy when they tried to imprison him when he crashed on our former home in a ball of flames and smoke. My ancestors helped him to escape in his machine, back into the cosmos to rejoin his people."

"So basically you're naming me after a space dragon?" I replied, glancing up at the same point in the sky as he did.

Hector nodded, "If you mean the cosmos by 'space'. He told us tales of fantastic worlds and great battles. He fought well too, like you do. I think he would approve. Besides, you resemble him to a very uncanny degree."

I nodded, while glancing back at the city, nodding. The name resonated a bit, but that was more or less it. Either way, it had a nice ring to it. "Tano'rath it is."

As if on cue, Fenek appeared out of nowhere, looking considerably drained. He didn't say anything, but handed me my phone before flopping limply against the tree. I flicked through the photos, satisfied to find that he had taken some really good pictures. They would help quite a bit.

Now, the issue would be going in and getting a general idea of how the patrols and such would work, so that we could factor that in. Perhaps we would also be able to make contact with their resistance...

Hector produced some dry meat out of his small pack, which Fenek took gratefully, and finished it in relatively short order. Meanwhile, I reached for my bottle, only to remember halfway that I had forgotten to bring it with me.

While Fenek rested, I went over the photos, noting that the streets were mostly empty save for the patrols. That obviously meant that there was a curfew in effect, especially since even the pubs were closed. There were also one or two shots of areal patrols, and some on the ground. The entrance was guarded by two pairs of sentries, two inside and two outside. Given what I had, I estimated a force of at least fifty dragons as the garrison. There could be more. It was hard to say, and we had no inside information.

In the end, we ended up going to sleep, since getting in would be a problem given the patrols. It would be much easier to go through the main gate as travellers. Hence, we took turns to keep watch while the other two would sleep.

Luckily for us, nothing of note happened during the night, and all of us managed to get some decent sleep. According to Hector, I even snored.

By the time my shift ended, the Sun had already risen. We picked up our things and made our way to the city gates. I remembered to grab my bottle of slightly stale tea this time. Fenek offered to make it fresh again for me, but I declined, since he still looked somewhat drained from the night's activities. I was also feeling somewhat tired, for the rest didn't quite make up for the energy being siphoned by the spell.

Eventually, we came to the gates and were stopped by the guards. Their armour was polished to a ridiculously high shine, with nigh a scratch nor a dent to be seen. They held their pikes with pride, and radiated arrogance in sickening waves. I had to hold back an impulse to knock the smug look off their snouts.

"Halt! What is your business here? Begone if you bear us ill will!" The one on the left bellowed. If only the latter part of his demand would work like that. I was honestly quite tempted to retort with as much sarcasm as I could churn up, but Hector beat me to it.

"We are travellers, seeking a place to rest for the day, somewhere for weary wanderers to rest. This place is safe, I trust?" The orange dragon replied with a bow, while gesturing to the other two of us. Fenek and I just stood there and kept quiet.

The guard looked us over and grunted. "Travellers huh. Your appearance does match your claim." he then pointed at me, "You there, there's a twig in your mane. Deal with it. We don't tolerate sloppiness in this place!"

He was so pompous about it that I wanted to take that stick and shove it up his nose, but for the sake of the mission, I held myself back, and instead tossed the twig aside, matching Hector's bow as I did so. "Thank you. We will keep that in mind."

The guard eyeballed us once more, before nodding. "Very well. The three of you shall be granted entry for the today. You must give me your names."

Hector nodded. "I am Hector, with me is Fenek of brown scales, and Tano'rath of black. We thank you for allowing us entry."

The guard grunted before stepping aside. As I walked past, he smirked. "I've my eye on you. You have the airs of a troublemaker, Tano'rath."

I kept my head down and continued on my way, trying very hard not to laugh. He really had no idea.

The city was barely a city. Most of the better housing had evidently been taken for dragon use, leaving the human populace to stay in slums. Even the town square was empty, save for a few dragons milling about, talking amongst themselves. I discretely took a few photos, which in all honesty, wasn't that hard since the built up areas were very quiet. Most of the buildings were inhabited by dragons, who stayed indoors.

When we wandered to the human areas, however, things were vastly different. Firstly, it was so crowded that I had to put the phone away. Secondly, the amount of outright hostile stares directed towards me was extremely unsettling. I had initially toyed with the idea of going into shops, but scrapped the idea the moment one of the shopkeepers stared daggers at me.

The area basically formed a ring around the city centre, with the marketplace in one small corner, with a pitiful selection of goods up for sale. I didn't dare ask why as we made our way past.

Eventually, we went to a quiet spot to discuss. It was obvious that speaking to anyone would probably either get us arrested, or start a riot. We would receive no help from these guys at the moment. Taking out the guards would be a priority.

Fenek obviously didn't like the smell of the place, though I managed to coax him not to make faces. meanwhile, my thoughts went to the pub.

"Do all dragons have shit alcohol tolerance?" I whispered to Hector, who was still looking around.

The orange dragon shrugged. "Most of us don't even touch spirits, so I think so. Why do you ask?"

I glanced up at the walls, at one of the guards. "It will make our job much easier if they're all drunk or hungover."

"That may work, but how do you propose we do that?" Hector replied, while I brought us into a pub.

I shrugged. "Probably marinate their dinner in it or something. I'll dream something up."

The innkeeper gave me a stare that could eat through steel. "What do you want?"

"I've heard rumours that there's a town that's resisting council rule..." I replied, "Oh, and I'll have five bottles of your strongest brew please."

The man scratched his scruffy beard, eyeing me up and down. "I don't know anything! You can just take the beer and get out! I don't even know what you're going to do with it! None of you come in to drink, and you come in and ask for so much!"

I shrugged, while discretely popping a round out of my spare magazine. Once the man handed the bottles, which Fenek took and shoved into Hector's pack, I placed the bullet on the table. "Here. I trust this sends the right message. I'll be back for it soon."

With that, we got up, ready to leave. However, the scruffy man stopped us. This time, his tone was much better, and his voice was low. "Hold on. I know what that is. Put it away. It's on the house. Besides, it's my turn to feed the guards tomorrow. I get the idea."

I nodded, and had the bottles returned to him, while I replaced my bullet. "Special sauce tomorrow. Got it?"

The man nodded gravely, whispering, "Whatever it is you're planning, it better be good, dragon."

I nodded curtly, before we made our exit. We didn't run into much trouble as we walked around, with me occasionally taking a photo here and there. However, after a while, everything began to look the same, and I stopped.

Eventually, evening came, and we made our way back to the gate, where a different guard let us out. They must have just changed shifts. I heard him grumble about dinner being late to his colleague, and smiled to myself.

We subsequently made our way back to the rover, and I drove us back with the pedal on the floor the entire way. There was much to do...

We screeched to a stop in front of my house, in which the lights were still burning. The planning committee was still inside, talking over tea. When we strolled in, the attention was immediately turned to us.

I recounted the entire adventure, while plugging the phone into the laptop. Once the connection was done, I showed them the photos. The planning began at once, while I told them about the alcohol, hoping that the man would not turn round and collaborate with the dragons...
Resistance C38: Reccee
Next chapter! and yes! I cameo'd myself! Ego +1! haha. Anyways, enjoy, and yes more suspense (i hope).

well this little series is starting to get long isnt it xP

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I ended up shooing most of the observers back to whatever they had to do in order to let the maintenance people work in peace. Floodlights had also been set up outside the shack, and more vehicles had been brought over. Already, the sounds of drills and such could be heard as they went about their work. At least maintenance wasn't such a huge issue anymore.
Empty files were also being brought over for Victor, who was going on a printing spree. Judging from everything, the meeting would probably be at night.
However, I had to take a detour to one of the storehouses to get a whiteboard, since the dragons pestered me to no end about the computer. I hauled it back with the help of Fenek, pausing to wave at a convoy of tonners that drove past, probably the day's raiding party. We brought the huge board back to my place, only to find that there was nowhere to mount it. I ended up mounting it next door, at the dragons' barracks.
Using the few markers tha

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Chapter 39: Assault
The planning took up a good chunk of the night, and the orders were dispatched before dawn. We would go for a frontal assault. However, a good chunk of the forces would remain at home to hold the fort. At some point, I remembered to get Fenek to make my pistol visible again.
Eventually, the end result of the night's work came in the form of a convoy of fifteen tonners, all full of men, all toting rifles. Escorting would be several rovers, mine included. I stopped to repaint the markings, and to grab my hat. Most of the men were chattering amongst themselves, while we briefed the commanders one last time. After a few minutes, the men were briefed, and all reported ready.
Clambering into my rover with Fenek, Hector and Flayme, I gave the signal to follow me as I stared the engine. Flayme gave me a mad grin. "So, this is the roar of the human war machines!"
"Hah! you haven't seen the tank!" I replied, chuckling. We were given one tank, which was waiting outs
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Journal Entry: Thu Jan 22, 2015, 7:52 AM


Well, I've gone on long enough without updating this thing.

So, yes, done with service, came out with 8 towels and a pair of running shoes, among other things. 

Now, nownownow, nothing to do... at all so, done a bit of pc repair here and there, some writing, though at a reduced pace. People are trying to catch me before I fly off to Australia to attend university.

So, I've burnt through my cash at an astonishing pace too, but that is to be expected, especially since I don't have income anymore.

Other than that, can't wait to start uni and with it, a new chapter of my life here!

Oh also, thoughts on the ongoing 'Resistance' series, anyone?

Tano'rath out.

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  • Mood: Euphoric
  • Listening to: Music
  • Reading: Course materials
  • Watching: Movies
  • Playing: Civ V
  • Eating: Stuff that is not army food
  • Drinking: Water

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Tanorath-drgn
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.

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. SHall leave the details out and the ambiguity in for now, so yeah~

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

Twitter: Tanorath_Drgn follow me for nonsense~

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Tano'rath out.


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crazeguy Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wish you have a merry Xmas and a happy New Year. ^ ^
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thanks! same to you~
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Kamil96 Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Your extraordinary and interesting works gave you a watcher :)
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
ey thanks!
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Kamil96 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem. :D
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Aspi-Galou Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch ! ^^
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
np!
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DounutCereal Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav on the ref sheet Tano', cheers
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
eh no probs. How could I have not faved your face man :D
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DounutCereal Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
lol, true I am a very nice looking dragon!

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