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Keane (Tano'rath)
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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 Tod Willis

Tano'rath out.


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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 7, 2015, 6:58 AM


Eh, wanted to get that sad stuff off the front page.

Anyway, I've settled in more or less, having work piled on. Coping fine, but I don't write much anymore. Kinda expected. 

At least this time I can really say that I'm doing something that I want to do. It's interesting stuff and interesting times. 

One thing though, I really need to cook a larger variety of things... Omelettes only go so far haha. I'll figure it out.

Oh, I also fixed up some old ass sound system, so I have bass that shakes my table now xP

Eh, other than that, nothing much. Move along~

Tano'rath out.

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Resistance
Chapter 49: Briefing

There was a whole lot of briefing to do, but given the absence of alarm clocks in general, everyone got up late, and consequently, I was woken up late by a yawning Flayme.

In front of me, he, along with Fenek, were already having breakfast. They had even prepared some for me. I groggily downed the contents of the plate before going to have my thick tea. "A lot of briefing to do today, ya?" I remarked to both Fenek and Flayme, who nodded.

However, as my luck would have it, I found that we had run out of firewood while I was halfway through boiling my tea. I ended up spending half an hour running to one of the shops to buy some, since I didn’t have much time to go and chop anything.

While drinking my tea, I ended up going to the guards’ barracks to begin my briefing…

If anything, the presence of Drak’rrth complicated things by a very large margin, since he would doubtlessly report anything that he saw. Hence, the whole thing would have to be planned and thought out very well… If anything, if it backfired, I anticipated that we would land ourselves back on a war footing. Perhaps more discussion was in order.

However, since I found Victor already briefing the guards, it must have been approved by the rest of the committee anyway…

The moment I stepped into the room, Victor came over, saying that the briefing was more or less done. Subsequently, he asked me to go and brief the dragons separately, since some of them were detailed to do guard duty as well. The operation was to begin the next day, as Flayme had already found a way for the skinwalkers to communicate securely and reliably with them.

Surprising, really, since I hadn't expected any of this to proceed so quickly, especially for the communications bit. However, since they were telepathic to start with, I supposed that this wouldn't be too difficult. Perhaps it was as simple as putting a password on a WiFi network? Hard to say.

Pausing halfway to grab a bottle of tea, I made my way to the dragons’ barracks, only to find the whole group of them already eagerly awaiting my arrival. They had even provided a chair for me. Someone must have spilled the beans, and that someone was most probably Fenek, who skittered to the back of the crowd the moment I strolled in.

I plonked my bottle of drink onto the chair and leaned onto the backrest while standing next to the chair itself. "Alright, whose idea was this?"

There were a few snickers from the group, and subsequently, Fenek was pushed to the front, as expected. I rolled my eyes. Fenek shot me a sheepish "Sorry."

"What did you tell?" I replied, half wanting to be annoyed, but seeing no real reason to be as of yet.

The dragon huffed, evidently finding my distrust displeasing. "That there would be a briefing. Nothing more. I just wanted to help..." ...Well that was an improvement over him kicking up a fuss.

I shrugged. "Thanks for getting everyone together, then. The chair's a nice touch, but unnecessary. If you want sit, then sit."

Fenek nodded, but ended up joining the rest, while I turned to address them, half wondering if I should have actually consulted Victor properly over what to tell them first. Doubtless, I would have to keep some details to myself, and I was very sure that some of them wouldn't be too happy about that...

Yup, I should really have consulted Victor before this..... But it was already way too late for that, considering that what I was now facing was best described as a rainbow coloured scaly hoard.

Seeing no other alternative, I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts, before starting. I outlined the whole plan briefly, leaving out as many details as I could, only mentioning that we would have to fake an escape and such. Since a good portion of the dragons were involved in defence, or were going to be, they would end up being caught up in the whole operation.

The whole thing was not only inherently dodgy, it was also ridiculously dangerous. Although we had blanks that could be used, the others had seen it fit to indent actual live rounds for the operation. Apparently the blanks made a noticeably different sound when they were being discharged as opposed to actual live rounds. The worry was that the dragons would be able to tell the difference....hence they decided to go ahead with actual live rounds.

As I ran through the general safety procedures, as well as the rough timetable, I realised way too late that the time scales used didn’t make sense to the dragons. However, there was not much I could do about it, and ended up just carrying on, emphasising on the order to aim over their heads.

Eventually, after spending about half an hour with the briefing as well as answering questions, I walked out of the barracks, already somewhat tired from deflecting questions all over the place. They didn't quite grasp the idea that it was not necessary for them to know all the details, but only the general plan.

Either way, the guard rotation schedule was already out, so I went to take a look, only to find that I had been rostered as the Guard Commander for the next day.....so much for resting and watching for once... I also noted the whole of the next week blocked out for me on Drak'rrth's request, probably for my training or something, though I had no idea what they wanted to train me to do.... It was not as if I couldn't fight...unless they were really bent on teaching me how to be a dragon, though a week seemed to be hardly enough for me to be taught anything.

However, as I looked through the schedule for the rest of the month, my heart sank. Every other week was blocked out. This wasn't a one off thing, obviously. Well, at least he was considerate enough to let me come back on alternate weeks...

However, I noted that Fenek was not rostered to go...

So much for having a rest. I would have to draw a vehicle to go to and fro too... Not to mention the fuel, which was something that we would have to discuss. Chances were that we would have to ask the magic proficient dragons to find a way to get more. though asking Flayme and co was out of the question, since they had other things to manage...

I ended up wandering back home for lunch, where everyone else was already waiting. I flopped down onto the chair heavily, causing it to creak alarmingly. I made a mental note to get it repaired.

Agenor glanced over from his spot at the table. "I take it that the briefing dragged?"

"You have no idea." I replied with a sigh, drinking from my bottle again. I half wished that it was beer, but it obviously was tea.

Agenor snorted and glanced at the other dragons at the table. "I was there. I'm sure you told us as much as you could... They'll understand in time."

I shrugged. "I do hope so. Transparency will cause more trouble than good here."

With that, lunch was served, and we all began eating. From the way Agenor and Silvera looked at each other, I reckoned that their little fling was getting quite serious. As much as I would have liked to, it was not appropriate to comment with the kids around, but I exchanged a knowing look with Fenek who grinned. He was growing up alright...

After lunch, I ended up telling stories about pre-war Singapore to the assembled dragons, as usual. They seemed to be extremely fascinated with the idea that an aeroplane could fly under its own power, Flayme especially, when I mentioned that no magic was involved. Atheros bombarded me with questions as usual, only to have the girls giggle at him and point out that he hadn't been listening during the lessons.

I couldn't help but smile. If anything, this bunch was really starting to resemble my family before the war... If only they could be around to have fun with the whole bunch of us....

...though I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if there had been a wife.....but then again, another half of me really didn't want to know.

At least I didn't have much on till the next day, since they wouldn't be briefing me again till after dinner, once everything had been finalised. I would need to pack soon, though, since I would be going of the next week.

I ended up asking Atheros, "Ey, what's life like on the other side of the line?"

"Line?" A cocked head and a confused expression.

"Council side. I'm apparently rostered to go over every other week for some training or something." I replied, sitting on the sofa with him, while Fenek and Flayme hovered close by. So much for privacy...

"Ah, that. I was wondering why they had entire weeks where they wrote that you were not around," He replied, shifting a little, "I honestly don't know how things are at the moment, Father, but if anything, they'll be far more conservative than you are, and your equipment will be treated with contempt and fear. Some of those who are not soldiers may even fear you. Your reputation in the Council's lands is.....quite bad."

I shrugged, "No big surprise there. Anything to look out for?"

"Bring things to trade with. They don't use coins like we do, Father. You should also speak properly..." He replied, though his volume dropped and he trailed off for the second bit.

"Barter huh. Alright, and I know about the talking thing. No one will understand me if I talk the way I do. I know, thanks for the heads up." I replied patting him on the shoulder. "Did they put you down for training?"

"Yes, but I don't understand why.... I can fire the rifle and hit the target, no?" He replied, puzzled.

"To improve, and to add more skills for you. Last I checked, you only have basic rifle proficiency. They're going to teach you advanced techniques, and things like hand to hand combat with the rifle." I replied, shrugging again, "If it helps, I have training in things like that too."

"But isn't the point of the weapon to hit the target?" He persisted, evidently not really wanting to go.

"Well, yes, but the size of the target is a factor, yes? Plus, what if you turn a corner and are confronted? Or if someone grabs your gun?" I replied, gesticulating for effect.

I ended up on the receiving end of a blank look. It was clear enough that he couldn't relate to what I was trying to point out. I didn't quite want to go to the range at the moment, so I couldn't quite demonstrate the target thing either.

After a long and awkward pause, I went to grab an empty rifle, and while holding it, asked Atheros to try and pull it out of my grip. I got a look that read 'This is ridiculous', but he complied.

Since he wasn't really suspecting anything, I jabbed him in the gut with the rifle muzzle, snatched the weapon out of his grip and brought the rifle butt slamming down towards his head, stopping around a centimetre short. I was also tempted to sweep his feet out from under him, but thought better of it.

Atheros, on the other hand, warbled in shock at my jabbing of his stomach, although I didn't apply much force, and ended up staring wide-eyed at the rifle butt.

I placed the weapon on the sofa and gave him a pointed look. “Trust me, go for the training. You'll learn to do that, and how to counter.”

I received a chastised nod.

“Relax. I'm not trying to scold you or whatever. I'm just showing you that there's much more to a rifle than just point and shoot, though you're a good shooter, I'll give you that.” I added, patting him on his back.

His expression brightened a little as he went off to his room. “I'll do my best, Father. I'll make you proud.”

I nodded as he went off, only to have Alanor plonk himself down next to me, on the sofa.

"Father, will I have to fight too?" If anything, he didn't seem too keen about it.

It took a while to assemble my response. I didn't want to sound like I was trying to imply anything. "Not if you don't want to. There are many other jobs out there."

Alanor seemed to consider that for a while before smiling. "That is good to know, Father. I do not wish to fight."

Leaning back, I draped my hand over his shoulder and asked, "So, what do you have in mind?"

He hesitated, while out of the corner of my eye, I noted that Atheros was watching from the staircase. Must have been something that had been going on for a while....

"I wish to run a shop, Father." he replied eventually in a small voice...

I shrugged."If you want to run a shop, I can;t stop you. Do you need any capital?"

He brightened up almost at once and flashed a smile.

I raised a finger. "One condition."

His face fell. I smirked. "Just a small thing. Let me show you how to defend yourself. That's all."

The next thing I knew, I was pulled into a hug by the jubilant dragon. "Thank you Father! I always thought that you would have forced me to fight! I will make you proud, I promise!"

I smiled and patted him on the back, feeling a rush of happiness for more or less the first time arguably since the war started. Yet at the same time, I felt a stab at my heart for my previous family, the one that I had lost during the war...

"Eh besides, its peacetime for now. Go take the chance. Get your planning done, kiddo." I added as he scampered off to bed, very obviously excited. I doubted if he would sleep, though.

Atheros himself shot me a smile before going up himself. I ended up bringing over some paper and doing up some more training schedules as well as lesson plans... I half-remembered needing to ask about bringing Fenek and probably Flayme with me for my 'lessons' or whatever they were calling them. The thing was that I didn't really want to go, but since this had been put down as part of the terms for the peace settlement, I didn't really have much of a choice. And to top it off, I had the whole saga to pull off the next day too... It was going to be a long day...

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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 7, 2015, 6:58 AM


Eh, wanted to get that sad stuff off the front page.

Anyway, I've settled in more or less, having work piled on. Coping fine, but I don't write much anymore. Kinda expected. 

At least this time I can really say that I'm doing something that I want to do. It's interesting stuff and interesting times. 

One thing though, I really need to cook a larger variety of things... Omelettes only go so far haha. I'll figure it out.

Oh, I also fixed up some old ass sound system, so I have bass that shakes my table now xP

Eh, other than that, nothing much. Move along~

Tano'rath out.

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  • Drinking: Water
Resistance
Chapter 48: Planning

I ended up having dinner while still mostly half asleep, while mentally ironing out any flaws that I had in my plans. However, as usual, the moment I sat down, I ended up answering question after question about my past, and how life was like before the war.

After a bit of prodding here and there, I even managed to coax the dragons themselves to swap stories, giving me a general idea of where they came from and such. From what I managed to gather, they came from what probably was a parallel universe, where, of course, magic existed, though I had no idea if the sciences were the same since they mostly neglected to research into those subject matters. For reasons unknown, they decided to merge their side with ours, bringing along their magic and our technology, only to bring the present set of results. If anything, they seemed to fear technology.

Frankly, I didn't blame them. A glance at human history would show that most of our technology was rooted in military research and grants, and a whole lot of history went buy with wars and conflicts all over the place...

Of course, as somewhat expected, the skinwalkers were adamant about their decision to go about with their plan. I ended up bringing the whole group together again, along with Victor and the rest of the command team to present my plans.

It took a while to really outline the idea itself, as well as many pieces of paper. However, by the end of the whole discussion, we had a workable plan. However, given the nature of the idea itself, we had to exclude the majority of the dragons from the discussion.

Needless to say, they were far from happy about it, and Sythes demanded an explanation. I could only promise that things would be revealed when the time came. Honestly, it was not really a trust issue, but more of a precaution. The dragons tended to crowd round, and there was usually not much control over who could and could not listen. Security was a problem, and I couldn't have that kind of risk with such a sensitive operation on the table...

I even had Flayme cast a spell of silence around the table, not letting anything being discussed escape beyond the small sphere that encompassed our discussion.

As simple as the whole enterprise sounded on paper, when we actually hunkered down to get the nitty gritty sorted out, we began to realise that it was not going to be easy to pull off. What we were trying to do had to be convincing, not only to the border guards, but also to the resident ambassador.

Of course, to prevent any unintended casualties, we would also have to brief a huge number of people on the idea. Of course, it would be on a need to know basis as usual, but it was far more than what we were used to, considering that the entire border protection unit would have to be briefed, along with the city garrison and such.

While the dragons drifted off to sleep, their protests forgotten, we continued talking, pausing here and there only to change candles or to go for toilet breaks. We had routes to plan and people to select. We even discussed whether to use blanks, but that would have been too obvious,
especially since we weren't sure whether there were any enemy sympathisers in the town...
Of course, several times, we ended up going on tangents all over the place, though some of them did bear fruit, including an idea for a factory to produce ammunition, though that would have to be done the low tech way since there was still not enough electricity to go around. There was mention of solar panels too, though, as a few had been found intact... However, machinery wise, we had a bit of this and a bit of that, but not enough to really get anything going. What use was a saw blade with no saw, and a controller board with nothing to control?

Eventually, though, we ended up with a thick stack of paper which got brought to Victor's place and kept under lock and key. The other random proposals that came out of the tangents that the discussion went along were sent to the appropriate departments, to be processed in the morning.

I ended up sitting on the sofa with Sythes, who still demanded an explanation, albeit with a yawn.

My attempt to postpone it to the next day was deflected with a growl and glare. "Do you not trust us?"

"That's not the concern here. You people like to crowd, and that means a whole huge group of people knowing the plan. We operate on a need to know basis, so well, to be blunt, your guys don't need to know. Plus, this is extremely sensitive, so I have to keep the people who know about it to a minimum. I had to block the sound from escaping too, so the humans were not spared. This is not a trust issue. If it were, I wouldn't have let you remain in command in the first place." I replied flatly, half asleep.

Sythes seemed to settle down a little and mulled things over before nodding slowly. "I suppose it makes sense."

I noted Flayme had already taken the armchair, watching the two of us. Fenek must have gone to bed already. I returned Sythes' nod. "Well, I'm glad that you understand. Now, can I go and sleep?"

Sythes chuckled before getting up. "Of course. I wish to rest too."

"Oh, one more thing; we also discussed a whole lot of random shit just now, and I managed to get the whole block to use as the barracks. Once we get the official go ahead, your guys can spread out." I added, half remembering that bit of the discussion, before lying onto the sofa.

Sythes nodded again, thanked me and then made his way back to the barracks, while I floated off to sleep. Flayme seemed to have dozed off already. Busy day tomorrow....
Resistance C48: Planning
and here we go, after a too long wait. They're planning their thing.... lets see how it goes.

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Chapter 47: Deniable
I hurried back, pausing to get Victor to follow me back.
"Bro, they seem reluctant to open borders. I smell a rat." I said, while drinking my juice.
"Literally smell or metaphorically?" Victor replied with a smirk.
"The latter. Joking around with the other dragons, I see." I replied with a chuckle, offering him some of my juice, which he declined.
Victor shrugged. "Yeah, somewhat. I think you're overthinking it, bro. They may just want us to stay in our nice box on their map. Can't have subversive elements like you and me going over and recruiting defectors, yeah?"
"Well they were happy enough to enroll me in one of their schools, and besides, with all their magic I'd think they would be able to track people like us easily." I remarked as I opened the door.
Victor nodded. "Also true. I'll get people to keep an eye on them and see if there are any troop movements. The peace treaty thing also seems weird, actually. It was just so sudden. It was not like we

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Chapter 49: Briefing
There was a whole lot of briefing to do, but given the absence of alarm clocks in general, everyone got up late, and consequently, I was woken up late by a yawning Flayme.
He, along with Fenek were already having breakfast in front me and had even prepared some for me too. I groggily downed the contents of the plate before going to have my thick tea. "Alot of briefing to do today, ya?" I remarked to both Fenek and Flayme, who nodded.
However, as my luck would have it, I found that we had run out of firewood while I was halfway through boiling my tea. I ended up spending half an hour running to one of the shops to buy some, since I didn’t have much time to go and chop anything.
While drinking my tea, I ended up going to the guards’ barracks to begin my briefing…
If anything, the presence of Drak’rrth complicated things by a very large margin, since he would doubtlessly report anything that he saw, so the whole entire thing would no
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Resistance
Chapter 47: Deniable

I hurried back, pausing to get Victor to follow me back.

"Bro, they seem reluctant to open borders. I smell a rat." I said, while drinking my juice.

"Literally smell or metaphorically?" Victor replied with a smirk.

"The latter. Joking around with the other dragons, I see." I replied with a chuckle, offering him some of my juice, which he declined.

Victor shrugged. "Yeah, somewhat. I think you're overthinking it, bro. They may just want us to stay in our nice box on their map. Can't have subversive elements like you and me going over and recruiting defectors, yeah?"

"Well they were happy enough to enroll me in one of their schools, and besides, with all their magic I'd think they would be able to track people like us easily." I remarked as I opened the door.

Victor nodded. "Also true. I'll get people to keep an eye on them and see if there are any troop movements. The peace treaty thing also seems weird, actually. It was just so sudden. It was not like we were actually doing huge amounts of damage..."

"Yeah, get the eyes and ears out." I replied, "I'll see if the skinwalkers can help a bit."

Victor nodded again. "Sounds good. I'll bring it up with Command tonight. You're welcome to sit in if you want."

I shrugged. "I'll think about it. Want to disturb the family a bit more first."

Subsequently, still holding my now lukewarm bottle of juice, I pushed the door, which I had been holding half open the entire time all the way, then entered the house, to find that one of the teachers was giving the dragons a lesson in chemistry or something along those lines.

Not really seeing a reason not to, I joined in to listen. Since more or less all of them were paying attention, some taking notes. I ended up hovering at the back in silence, mostly unnoticed.

The lesson seemed to be about dissolving solids in aqueous solution, and after some of the concepts got the rusty gears in my head turning again, I ended up wandering off to the kitchen to look for a snack.

I ended up leaning against the kitchen table as I chewed on the sandwich, while listening to the lesson half-heartedly. My thoughts were elsewhere; namely wondering what could have prompted the peace treaty.

Now that I started to actually scrutinise it, the whole thing seemed strange. The Council side didn't stand to gain much, save for a temporary removal of an annoyance. Yes, we killed some of their soldiers, but it was not as if we were blowing up buildings or anything. Like it or not, we weren't exactly that huge a threat.

If anything, we stood to gain more from this than anyone else. The treaty bought us time to get some training done, solidify our hold on the cities as well as to set down some proper procedures to actually get things other than fighting done.

Before I could really let my thoughts wander off on that tangent, Flayme, who had obviously managed to sneak up beside me, tapped my shoulder.

I turned to see who it was, slightly startled. "Yes?"

"Silence and unfocused eyes show a busy mind. What ails you?" The mage replied, having obviously been watching me for a while.

I shrugged. "Just idle thought, but that reminds me, can you gather the rest of your guys? We have something to discuss, and possibly an assignment."

Flayme nodded, before getting up. "I shall gather them. You will be here?"

I nodded and he went off. Meanwhile, I finished my sandwich and ended up lying on one of the steps on the staircase, since the lesson was still ongoing, though it looked as if it was ending.

I must have dozed off, since the first thing I saw was Flayme shaking me awake. "Relax...relax, I'm awake. Got your guys?"

A glance out the window showed it to be early evening, and Flayme brought me to the dinner table, where the others, including Fenek and Sythes were waiting. Atheros and Silvera were busy in the kitchen preparing dinner.

I somewhat wanted to go and get my juice, but almost immediately realised that it would have probably become oxidised by then. I ended up with a glass of water and seated in front of a whole lot of eager reptiles, all demanding in their own ways to know what the assignment was.

Still half asleep, I held up a hand, motioning for them to quiet down, only to have more noise come forth, as I realised soon enough that they had no idea what I was gesturing about. It didn't help at all when Atheros came over to let me know that they would have to clear the table for dinner soon.

I ended up having to raise my voice and ask everyone to keep quiet first, before actually starting. "Alright, I'm sure everyone knows by now that the peace treaty has come into effect, right?"

I received a chorus of affirmatives and resumed. "So, we are all aware that life goes on, right?"

"You called us together to disband us?" Came the astonished reply from Flayme.

Although that had not quite crossed my mind, it seemed like a good idea to incorporate it anyway. "On paper. Alright, whatever is said here stays within these walls. Understood?"

Of course, they understood the second half, but completely missed the point when an argument erupted over what 'on paper' was supposed to mean.

I had to clear my throat rather loudly to get them to quiet down, before continuing. "Tel, Sy, step forward." They complied, puzzled, "Are you ready to receive orders? Understand that these are of the highest security classification, and no one is to discuss this. In essence, this meeting never happened."

I received equally puzzled nods all round before continuing. "You two are to enter into Council territory and gather intelligence. The two mages, Fyre and Flayme are to devise a method of communications between you and them. You are to report every other day, or failing so, every week. Understood?" I paused for effect for a while before continuing, "That is your mission should you choose to accept it. This is in direct conflict of the peace treaty, and you have every right to reject it. You guys have till the end of the day to decide."

However, without any hesitation whatever, both of them bowed, "We accept. The oath dictates that we fight for your cause, and if this is the way that we may contribute, then we are glad to help."

"I did say that you had every right to say no, you know..." I trailed off, "But so be it. Sit on it till after dinner. That's an order. This is in no manner an easy job, and the other side won't take kindly to us having agents in their lands. If you get caught, we will not acknowledge that you're our fighters. Know what you're jumping into before actually doing so. I don't want to lose people over an oath." I added with a stiff nod and gestured for them to rise, while I gestured for the rest to relax.

"Now, on to lighter topics, I'll need to establish the internal command structure for the dragon side..." I continued, pausing here and there to get water, and to have dinner postponed a short while.

The two mages ended up being my bodyguards, and it didn't help that the other dragons wholly supported this, and that they would have it no other way. Even Fenek chipped in with his two cents, saying that without my pistol I'd be helpless, so having the two mages around would be a great idea.

Sighing, I resigned myself to my fate while handing out appointments. Sythes would be the head of the operational company, while I threw the hand to hand combat training together with bladed combat to the two warriors. I ended up in charge of the whole lot of them as well as managing the firearm training.

With that done, we ended up having dinner, as Atheros, who must have snuck in at some point refused to let me wander off with constant reminders that dinner was going to be soon. He must have known that I was actually thinking of skipping the meal and going to bed... I suspected Fenek's involement...
Resistance C47: Deniable
It's been what, a day? And they're already planning to send spies over. wow. Really no chance given haha. Well, time will tell I guess haha.

Also, I've done, what half a chapter this week >.=.< so slowwww but meh cos I have homework. Still not quite used to being a student haha, although it's already been a month :B

Next Chapter:  Resistance C48: PlanningResistance
Chapter 48: Planning
I ended up having dinner while still mostly half asleep, while mentally ironing out any flaws that I had in my plans. However, as usual, the moment I sat down, I ended up answering question after question about my past, and how life was like before the war.
After a bit of prodding here and there, I even managed to coax the dragons themselves to swap stories, giving me a general idea of where they came from and such. From what I managed to gather, they came from what probably was a parallel universe, where, of course, magic existed, though I had no idea if the sciences were the same since they mostly neglected to research into those subject matters. For reasons unknown, they decided to merge their side with ours, bringing along their magic and our technology, only to bring the present set of results. If anything, they seemed to fear technology.
Frankly, I didn't blame them. A glance at human history would show that most of our technology was rooted in mil

Previous Chapter:  Resistance C46: Day ZeroResistance
Chapter 46: Day Zero
After a while, we must have dozed off, as I woke the next morning in the truck, while Fenek had somehow ended up on the ground below the vehicle.
By the time I made my way back together with Fenek, who seemed to be in a better mood, Victor nearly ran right into me, saying something about dragon affairs.
Muttering about work, I asked, "What?"
"The ambassador wants to discuss things about people from their side visiting ours. The civilian side is asking for you to go there as an advisor." he subsequently looked me over, "Seriously! Where the hell have you been the whole bloody day?! I've gone round the town three times already and still cannot find you! And if you say that you were on a roof, I'll slap you so hard..."
I couldn't help but flash a smile. "No, I wasn't on a roof. I was in a truck. Long story. What time am I supposed to go down?"
Victor huffed. "After lunch. Truck huh."
"Like I said, long story. Is it lunchtime already, or breakfast?" I replie
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Resistance
Chapter 46: Day Zero

After a while, we must have dozed off, as I woke the next morning in the truck, while Fenek had somehow ended up on the ground below the vehicle.

By the time I made my way back together with Fenek, who seemed to be in a better mood, Victor nearly ran right into me, saying something about dragon affairs.

Muttering about work, I asked, "What?"

"The ambassador wants to discuss things about people from their side visiting ours. The civilian side is asking for you to go there as an advisor." he subsequently looked me over, "Seriously! Where the hell have you been the whole bloody day?! I've gone round the town three times already and still cannot find you! And if you say that you were on a roof, I'll slap you so hard..."

I couldn't help but flash a smile. "No, I wasn't on a roof. I was in a truck. Long story. What time am I supposed to go down?"

Victor huffed. "After lunch. Truck huh."

"Like I said, long story. Is it lunchtime already, or breakfast?" I replied with a shrug.

"Lunch, you lazy-ass lizard." He replied, jabbing my snout jokingly before he left.

As we made our way to the house, I turned to Fenek, "Eh, you can stay at home if you don't want go."

Fenek nodded. "I'd rather go with you just in case."

"Then you'll end up pouting your face off tonight. I think it's better for your own well-being if you stay home. That's an order if it has to be one. Go get some rest. Maybe disturb Agenor and his girlfriend if you want." I replied while closing the door and heading to the kitchen. Ambassador or no, they would have to wait till I had eaten.

Fenek made no protest, much to my surprise, and settled down at the table to wait for me to finish cooking. I wasn't too sure whether or not the rest had eaten, so I began preparing food for two.

However, as the rest of them streamed in, I paused to check with Atheros, who mentioned that it was not only not quite time for lunch yet, they had also not eaten yet. He did, however, seem rather keen to help, so I got him to go and chop some meat for the fried rice, while I went about scaling up the portion accordingly.

"Where were you last night, Father? I was worried." Atheros asked, while he chopped away at the meat. I paused to stop him from snacking on some of the raw stuff.

"Long story. Ended up sleeping in a truck. Fenek had issues....which had more issues on my end and led to one big mess and generally complicated a simple matter." I replied, chopping up some long beans, "Oh, and if you're going to insist on stealing some of the meat, at least be a little more discrete, especially after I already caught you once." I added, chuckling.

Atheros gave a slightly sheepish look, before moving on to what was left of the meat. "I'm apologise, Father. I missed breakfast as Uncle asked me to help in the search for you as well. May I ask why you're frying the rice which is already cooked?"

"You need to use already cooked rice for fried rice, overnight rice if possible." I replied, while heating up the wok and pouring in some oil. I noted that the rest of the kids were watching, while Sythes hovered somewhere in the background. He seemed to want to speak with me, but motioned for me to continue with my cooking first.

Now that I had time to think about things, I realised that the dragon children, or hatchlings as they were supposed to be called, were probably older than my modest twenty plus years, and yet they treated me as their elder. Come to think about it, it was actually quite awkward. But then again, they had been doing so from day one, and I was not about to start distancing myself from my own family.

Meanwhile, Atheros was trying again to swipe some of the meat as the oil heated up on the modest wood stove. I gave him a halfhearted glare before tossing in the meat and starting to stir it around the wok with a spatula.

However, after a while, I realised that the one spatula was doing a rather pathetic job given the sheer amount of meat in the wok, so I got another and began doing it with both hands, pausing here and there to toss in some mixed vegetables, rice then a whole lot of eggs.

I didn't quite realise that everyone had crowded round until I picked the wok up and brought it to the table, where the whole bunch of dragons followed me to, and sat as I doled out their portions.

The general questions revolved around where I learned to cook like that, and I ended up telling stories about the Old World over dinner.

"You think this is good? You should have seen how the actual hawkers did it. We used to have huge buildings, full of stalls, all selling different types of food. Fried fish, stew, barbecued pork, anything! And on top of that, it was cheap, really cheap. I used to drive to the other side of the island just to have some good beef noodles! Singapore is the country of food, man! I'll see if I can cook something interesting for dinner if I don't get held up."

The dragons were too busy salivating to really say anything. So much for sleeping the evening away.

Sythes, who had been sitting on my right broke out in a huge smile, which was actually slightly unnerving given the visibility of his fangs, adding, "You must have many tales of the Old World, yes? You must share them with us! Besides, I believe you have to share some long overdue quality time with those of your bloodline, no?"

I smirked and nodded, while chewing. "Can't argue with that."

"Especially since the war is no more....for now. You have no more excuses to vanish, Brother." He added with a chuckle.

I echoed his laugh, sipping my water. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear people talking about these things. I didn't exactly sign on to fight, you know."

A chorus of skeptical snorts and huffs ensued, while Fenek actually giggled. "What is the point in joining an army if you don't desire to fight?"

I couldn't help but to smirk at the absurdity of my own statement, despite it being the truth. "Eh, don't get me wrong, I took up arms when the call came, but otherwise, we were a peacetime army. I wanted a stable job and good pay, and although this kind of thing isn't exactly everyone's cup of tea, I didn't mind so I signed the contract. Remember, back then, dragons were myths and legends. So much for that huh."

This, of course, led to some awkward silence, and I took the opening to continue eating, only to be interrupted after only two mouthfuls. It was Sythes again, though I didn't blame him for being curious. "How did you move around? I'm sure the army kept their machines to themselves, and walking is hardly a very fast method...nor is using those two-wheeled things humans call bicycles."

"I had a car." I replied, and continued eating, only pausing later on to explain what a car was to the whole bunch of confused reptiles. As to why we had found none presently, I had no idea.

Either way, Victor came in halfway to rush us, while also unwittingly saving me from any more questions. I hurriedly finished up my food and made my way to the embassy with Victor hurrying me all the way. Fenek didn't seem too happy about being left behind, but I could tell that he agreed that it was for the best.

Already, people were calling this Day Zero, since it was the first day of peace for goodness knew how long, with no fear of sudden attack, or bullying dragons. People were celebrating, and the streets were filled with the scents of assorted good foods...

Of course, the military and the civilian government were all too busy settling administrative and operational matters. The City Hall was shrouded in an aura of seriousness with a pinch of haste thrown in, while as I approached the embassy, or rather, the forge that had been repurposed as the embassy, I could already hear the sounds of an argument floating down from upstairs.

In the end, i decide to postpone my own suffering by returning home again to get my wallet. Subsequently, I detoured to a random shop and bought myself a large bottle of juice before finally making my way in.

I was led into the small building by one of the staff. A human guy, probably of chinese descent, who pointed me up the stairs and to the first room on the left.

Taking a swig from the bottle, I made my way upstairs after thanking the man, who seemed to more or less be the receptionist. It looked to be a boring job, sitting in the mostly empty main atrium at a lonely desk, only with a sofa and a table for company.

Knowing that I was already late, I loped up the stairs, trying very hard not to trip over my own claws and end up rolling down on the way. Thankfully, that did not happen, and I found myself at the door in relatively short order.

I knocked and the door was opened more or less at once, and I was hustled in by a man who introduced himself as the guy in charge of immigration. He seemed to be under a great deal of stress, with sweat matting his brow and eyebags that could possibly have had eyebags of their own. He seemed to be of eurasian descent, with a head of messy brownish hair, and a pair of clear blue eyes.

I was sat down next to the man who introduced himself as Smith, and across the table sat Drak'rrth along with a green dragon that I didn't recognise.

The green was introduced as Zooks, one of Drak'rrth's assistants, who would take down the details of any finalised agreements and send them along.

"So, what's the situation?" I asked as soon as I had settled into my seat.

However, Drak'rrth seemed concerned about something else. "This is unacceptable! I sent for you in the morning and they only found you at noon! What treachery is this?!"

Sighing, I attempted an explanation, "I slept in a truck because I spent the night ironing out some issues together with Fenek. My apologies."

Drak'rrth's expression changed entirely at the mention of Fenek, and his frown turned into a smile. "Ah, you were doing your duty as a Rider and slept late as a result. That is understandable. We may resume our discussions."

I took another mouthful of my juice before repeating my question.

Smith stepped in to answer, "Nothing much since they want us to open our borders unconditionally."

"If they reciprocate, that shouldn't be an issue..." i replied, glancing to Drak'rrth.

However, things were not going to be that easy. Drak'rrth huffed. "The Council does not wish to open our borders to you at this time."

"Then it's hardly a fair agreement if we open up but you do not." I replied flatly, already mentally prepared to watch the talks collapse. If they had indeed begun in the morning and had been stuck at an impasse like this for so long, I doubted if my presence would do much good...

Smith nodded in agreement, "That's what I've been trying to tell him for the whole morning!"

"And I've been saying that it cannot be done!" Drak'rrth shot back, evidently annoyed at the apparent lack of progress.

"Okay, okay, guys, relax. Perhaps we can compromise. Look, Drak'rrth, we're not going to let anyone and everyone in here without a background check, and I doubt if your side is going to either. I propose we both open borders, but on the condition that both sides collaborate to ensure their own security and we should draw up some documents to facilitate movement between the states." I hurriedly cut in, hoping to shut the whole argument down before it heated up again.

Smith agreed readily enough with my idea, however, Drak'rrth seemed unmoved. "No, I already said that we will not open our borders to you!"

I stared the black drake in the eye, "In that case, no deal. I already stated that that arrangement is unfair to us. You either go back and tell your Council to be reasonable, or the border will remain closed."

Drak'rrth growled, glaring at me and holding my stare evenly. "Ach! The Council didn't want this treaty in the first place!"

I found myself snarling as I slammed my fist onto the table and surged to my feet. "You committed yourself to it! And on top of that, this was your bloody idea! The least you could do is to support your own damned treaty!"

"Or what? You’ll go back to war with us?" He snapped, snarling and standing up.

I held his glare, "I'll be damned if I fire the first shot, but if it comes to that, I'll blast your sorry asses to hell."

"We outnumber you! You won't win!" Came the reply.

I scoffed. "So what? We out gun you, literally. One of my men can kill five of yours. I don't need numbers."

To this, Drak'rrth had no reply. I sat back down. "Don't forget, this is not your world." i added coldly, "Now, do you want to talk reason or not? I have a family, and I'd rather be home with them than trading threats in a pointless exercise here."

Drak'rrth sighed. "Very well. I will speak to the Council, and we present your idea to them. We shall resume on the morrow."

I nodded and left with Smith, who seemed to be much paler now.

"You know, I knew that dragons could get loud, but that was somewhat beyond what I expected... You do know that you nearly started a war, right?" Smith remarked as we made our way down the stairs.

I just shook my head, sighing. "He was bluffing. Whether or not the Council really wanted this, I don't know, but it was his idea. I doubt if he'll throw it all out the window over this nonsense. Still, their reluctance is intriguing."

With that, we exited the building and went our separate ways. I was only stopped halfway when Drak'rrth shouted for me to stop. Somewhat confused, I turned to face the dragon, who handed me my drink.

"You forgot this." he remarked, as I took it, "Ah, and regarding your training, the Rider Academy has admitted you. I will give you the details soon. You should be there for a few months. I trust that it shouldn't be a problem?"

I shrugged. "Shouldn't be. I'll just hand my duties over to someone and go. No issue unless there's a big event during which I get recalled or something."

"Big event?" Came the question with a cocked head.

"Border incursion maybe, invasion definitely." I replied with another shrug, "Thanks for passing me the bottle. Good luck talking sense into that Council of yours."

Drak'rrth nodded and returned to the embassy, while I went home.
Resistance C46: Day Zero
First day of peace! What is there to come in the days ahead?
Also yeah, trying to make up a little for the fact that I haven't posted in a while. Anyways, I'm not churning out a chapter every day anymore thanks to uni frying my brains xP So, might slow down after another chapter or two.

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Chapter 45: Mulling Over
It took a while, and I nearly turned the house upside down, only to find that Fenek was nowhere to be seen. I spent the next hour running up and down the block frantically searching, only to come up with nothing. Not even a scale.
In the end, after it started to get dark, it occurred to me that I wasn't quite thinking like a dragon would; more specifically, more like a creature with wings.
After smacking into the wall several times, I finally landed on one of the roofs, trying very hard not to dislodge half the roofing tiles while I was at it. Suffice to say that I was not exactly very successful.
The next few minutes were spent skittering on the rooftops, my instincts trying to make me use my foot-claws to gain a hold on the roofs, the roof tiles were not cooperating. I spent more time putting the tiles back rather than searching for the brown dragon.
it was annoying and slow, to say the least, and if anything, would have given Fenek ample wa

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Chapter 47: Deniable
I hurried back, pausing to get Victor to follow me back.
"Bro, they seem reluctant to open borders. I smell a rat." I said, while drinking my juice.
"Literally smell or metaphorically?" Victor replied with a smirk.
"The latter. Joking around with the other dragons, I see." I replied with a chuckle, offering him some of my juice, which he declined.
Victor shrugged. "Yeah, somewhat. I think you're overthinking it, bro. They may just want us to stay in our nice box on their map. Can't have subversive elements like you and me going over and recruiting defectors, yeah?"
"Well they were happy enough to enroll me in one of their schools, and besides, with all their magic I'd think they would be able to track people like us easily." I remarked as I opened the door.
Victor nodded. "Also true. I'll get people to keep an eye on them and see if there are any troop movements. The peace treaty thing also seems weird, actually. It was just so sudden. It was not like we
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