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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.

ORD LO.

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Resistance
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
Chapter 37: Expansion Plans

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 that I could find, I began explaining how the computer worked in the simplest manner. Most of them didn't get it. No surprise there, though, since they lacked the foundation. I ended up using the day to give them lessons in math and the sciences, with the occupants of my house joining in to listen too.

Word must have gotten out too, since a few of the random townspeople turned up asking if they could join in too. I shrugged and waved them in. As the class grew and grew, I had to get Fenek to take notes for me so that I knew what I had already gone through. Even with the whole afternoon and evening, I still hadn't reached the bit about computers, but managed to give myself a headache.

I ended up sending some of the townspeople out to look for teachers to bhelp me out. I hoped that I would get a response within a day or so, though that was unlikely. At the end of the war, teachers were among those that were purged. Most were in hiding.

Either way, all of us had to disperse for dinner, after which, I had a meeting to attend. Atheros did, however, mention that he wanted to see the computer for himself. He had slept through the excitement, and only gotten up in time for the lesson.

I had to bring Fenek, Atheros and Sythes over for the meeting, along with Flayme and Hector who wanted to observe.

He got his chance when the laptop was brought to the meeting, along with a big stack of files, all labelled according to their printed contents. A glance inside showed a refreshing sight: actual printed documents. Something that hadn't been seen for a long, long time, excluding the crude printing presses that we had for books, and even those didn't give very good quality printing. Some couldn't even print the text in straight lines.

Someone had been assigned to type out the meeting minutes, while the rest of us settled down. Ren Jie spoke first, "Alright we had quite a bit of excitement today, yeah?"

There was a murmur of agreement, as the attention was evidently still directed at the computer. however, we returned our attention to the issues at hand quickly enough. Ren Jie continued. "I have something new, though. Turns out that we've caused quite a sensation, especially with the recent battles. People are talking about the little town that stood up for itself, and the rebels, human and dragon alike. It's reached a point where I'm getting messangers from other cities that want to join us. Most have already started trade routes, and some have even sent people to be trained, but one city is facing problems: KL, sitting on the former Malaysian capital and holding the same name."

More murmuring, but I could tell what most were expecting. I sighed, and settled down in my seat, sipping my tea while Ren Jie went on. "They've been blockaded, and turns out that the occupying force isn't treating the populace too well... They're asking for help."

I raised my hand, and asked my question. "If they're being squished underfoot, how'd a message get through? Sounds fishy to me."

"Well, one of them supposedly stowed away on a wagon that was on the way to the city dump or something along those lines, then with some help from the driver, he fled and found his way here. We've got to admit it, this city is far from inconspicuous, especially with the motorised patrols. One of them picked him up. He's being treated for a nasty case of diarrhoea right now."

I nodded and settled back into my seat. "So, how do we respond?"

Victor gave me a very pointed look. "Well, you're the boss."

Pausing to glance around, I realised that almost everyone was looking at me. I sighed. "Then we help them. Send a small recon team to verify the story first, tell them to keep a low profile. Once the report is in, we talk strategy. That's all."

"Who heads the team?" Someone shouted over.

I shrugged. "Up to you guys. I could do it, actually, just go with a bunch of the dragons. We'll look more legit once I camou the car. Planning committee has the last word as usual. I assume I'm being thrown in charge again?"

I received a resounding affirmative and rolled my eyes. Just when I was settling in nicely too... Getting up, I replied, "Fine. Plans on my desk by tomorrow lunch. We'll discuss more then." With that, the meeting ended and we broke into smaller groups to discuss this and that...
Resistance C37: Expansion Plans
And here we go, planning for a bigger operation. Might as well give fair warning too that I may or may not be playing a little with the suspense here... Let me know if it's working :B

Also yes, short chapter this time.

Oh, and yeah, forgot to put this in, and since everyone is asking, KL stands for Kuala Lumpur. It's the capital of Malaysia if I'm not mistaken.

Aaaanyways, enjoy, and please drop me some feedback if possible :D

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Chapter 36: Power
Not quite knowing where the actual windmill was, I spent quite a while wandering around the town with Fenek in tow. Atheros was supposedly still resting.
Eventually, I got fed up and got Fenek to fly around, then give me directions. He tried to convince me to join him, but after a tentative stretch of my wings brought forth a whole lot of aches and pains, I declined.
The building was almost a stereotypical windmill, with a cylindrical Base and a conical roof. It's blades were simple wooden affairs, turning lazily in the afternoon breeze. The walls were made of stone and something that seemed to be concrete or plaster, perhaps a mixture of both. The stone was obviously granite, with the specks of quartz catching the afternoon sun, creating the appearance of sparkles on some of the dark rocks.
Set into the wall was a wooden doorframe, and a few windows here and there. The brown hardwood door was ajar, and the sounds of wood being worked and metal being shifte

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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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Resistance
Chapter 36: Power

Not quite knowing where the actual windmill was, I spent quite a while wandering around the town with Fenek in tow. Atheros was supposedly still resting.

Eventually, I got fed up and got Fenek to fly around, then give me directions. He tried to convince me to join him, but after a tentative stretch of my wings brought forth a whole lot of aches and pains, I declined.

The building was almost a stereotypical windmill, with a cylindrical Base and a conical roof. It's blades were simple wooden affairs, turning lazily in the afternoon breeze. The walls were made of stone and something that seemed to be concrete or plaster, perhaps a mixture of both. The stone was obviously granite, with the specks of quartz catching the afternoon sun, creating the appearance of sparkles on some of the dark rocks.

Set into the wall was a wooden doorframe, and a few windows here and there. The brown hardwood door was ajar, and the sounds of wood being worked and metal being shifted carried out from outside. On the pathway leading up to the door sat what was left of a portable generator, along with an AC to DC converter, which some men came along to carry off to the nearby vehicle park. I doubted if we would need that, though, since we had floodlights that ran on AC anyway, along with most of our power tools, though I doubted if we would be able to use more than one at once anyway. I spied some guys carrying batteries to a shed in the vehicle Park too, probably using it to store any excess power. Perhaps that was what they wanted the converter for.

Before I could step in, Drae'kos stepped out, while inspecting the building itself. Upon seeing me, he bowed. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you would come."

I nodded, still watching the proceedings. "So, what's the status?"

The black and yellow dragon smiled. "It's coming along very nicely. Shall I show you?"

I nodded and followed him into the building. The room inside was conservatively speaking, a mess. Usually, the only thing there would be a few gears, and then the flour grinder itself. This time, all of that had been torn out and tossed to one side, with the massive grinder being the most eye-catching thing.

In the middle of the room, the still spinning axle stood, with a new larger gear already attached to it. The only other guy in the room was busy attaching a much smaller gear to the generator, while another two came in holding a metal stand, which was mounted to the ground. I noted two large bundles of cables on the ground, and that a hole had been somehow drilled into the wall.

Glancing at the hole, I asked, "Drae'kos, how did you people manage to drill a hole so big and so nicely circular? I don't think a normal hand drill could do that..."

The Dragon chuckled. "I used one of my claws earlier. It took a while, and a bit of magic, but that wasn't too much trouble. You mustn't forget, magic enables what is usually impossible. It is a good skill to pick up."

I nodded, while watching the men mount the generator onto the stand, while the cables were also connected. However, the thing didn't exactly spin with a spectacularly good speed, and I doubted if the power was enough to get anything done.

Seeing the skepticism all over my face, Drae'kos smirked. "Yes, I know, you mentioned before that the output isn't too good, but don't forget, I haven't applied my spell yet. Let them finish connecting the cables, then I'll begin."

I nodded, still watching. Once the men were done, they stood aside while Drae'kos begin chanting in some weird language, while pointing first at the generator and gears, which started to glow. I noted a drop in temperature, but chose not to comment as the Dragon continued, now pointing at the river out the window, which glowed slightly as he continued chanting. However, once he was done, the glowing dissipated, and the generator spun up to at least four times its previous speed. My jaw dropped.

Drae'kos laughed. "There is no friction in this system, and the energy for the spell is being drawn from the river outside. The water there shall be colder, but that is it. I believe you have a power source now."

Out of nowhere, one of the men produced a multimeter, saying something about having gotten it from a raid. He offered it to me, asking me to check the voltage. I took the offer and got 240V AC as the reading. Standard voltage. As I handed the multimeter back, I nodded, remarking, "Impressive. No heat production too."

Drae'kos snorted. "Of course! There is no friction to produce it! So, shall we begin upgrading the small maintenence area of your storage place for your motor vehicles?"

I nodded, and both of us set off for the vehicle park which was actually just a stones throw away. Behind us, the power lines and very short poles were already being laid.

Inside the maintenance area, which turned out to be much bigger than I thought, some light fixtures were already up, and wired to a switch that was integrated into a portable fuse box that was very obviously military issue. Meanwhile, the connector was tossed in through a window. I grabbed it and plugged it in.

Almost at once, the fluorescent lights in the shack flickered to life, all also portable military issue, probably from one of the tonners that had been loaded up when it had been retrieved. We used them to light up resting areas for the troops and such.

From the guys who were double checking the mounting, I heard clapping and cheers. Drae'kos, however, pointed behind me at the table, where a laptop computer sat, complete with charger and a plug that was already connected to the fuse box. Fenek was already picking it up and turning it over in his hands. Both seemed to have no idea what it was.

Drae'kos spoke first, as Fenek was too busy sniffing the device. "What is that? It reeks of poisonous metals and I can smell it even here. Don't worry, though, I already asked your companion not to damage it."

I watched as Fenek put the device back onto the table. I noted that it was a Dell, and had more or less state of the art hardware. "You spoke to him? I didn't even realise..."

Fenek shrugged. "While you were too busy being shocked."

I matched his shrug and plugged the charger in, but didn't connect the computer to it.  "You both have no idea what this is?" Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a printer on another table. A USB one, thankfully. Network printers would be completely useless here.

Both dragons shook their heads, standing behind me watching my every move. Fenek spoke first, "Is it a weapon? Almost everything you've used from the Old World has been a weapon, save for your hat."

I rolled my eyes, searching for the power button, which I found soon enough. "Not a weapon. This is a computer."

Of course, the term made no impact on the dragons, while the humans snickered at their reaction. I glanced over, "This thing got battery?"

"Nope. We tried. It's flat." Came the reply.

Fenek, however, jumped the gun and tried to press the power button, the one which my finger had been hovering over. Of course, nothing happened, since the battery was flat. The dragons, however, we're unimpressed. Fenek snorted. "It does nothing. Is it a club?"

I plugged the charger into the computer. "Don't be an ass. It's battery is flat. Watch."

Fenek gave the computer another glance. "Doesn't look very flat to me."

With that, I switched the laptop on, and the fan whirled to life, together with the hard drive. I hit the button to access the BIOS and reset the password before getting to Windows. The dragons were of course, stunned. I laughed. "Welcome to the modern era. It's a computer, something that can crunch numbers faster than you and me, something that saves things digitally, and is capable of running simulations and doing modeling, among other things. I used to have one."

Drae'kos seemed filled with questions almost at once, while I browsed around, noting quite a few engineering programs installed, including some for product design and such. Drae'kos broke in halfway. "How does this thing work? How can something that was blank just now suddenly light up to show words and pictures? How does it do all this with no magic?"

I smirked. "This is the power of technology."

I sent one of the guys along to inform Victor, while I toyed around with some of the programs, and turned off the WiFi as an afterthought. It would, of course, make designing things easier given the software that was installed. Of course, I would also be able to charge up other devices, and access training guidelines from military pcs too. That would be later, though, since we would have to go digging through our own storage areas to look for the things.

I was quite sure that the restoration of electricity created quite a buzz since most of the commanders turned up, along with the whole jolly gang of dragons who crowded round and generally blocked everyone. Didn't blame them, though, since none of them could puzzle out how the computer worked. To get them to step aside and quieten down, I had to promise to explain it's workings later on.

Eventually, two guys came running over, one holding a desktop pc, and the other holding the monitor, mouse and keyboard along with a whole jumble of cables. I shut the laptop down and put it aside to charge while I helped the others to set up the desktop. Going by the labels, it was definitely army property, and hopefully I could get something useful out of it. We hurriedly set it up and started it up, and Victor went about browsing through the contents, pulling up several training plans, and asking for the printer to be set up. In short order, he began to print out lesson plans for various types of training.

I went back to the house to grab my phone, which I connected to the pc to charge. Meanwhile, the maintenence people began streaming in, all carrying in various power tools, which were plugged in. Half the light were switched off, however, since it was the middle of the afternoon. Two of the rovers were towed in and they began work. The vehicles had apparently broken down.

Victor pulled me over. "Meeting tonight. They're talking expansion. Wrod came down from the city next door. KL I think."

I nodded, while I began browsing through some random thing on my phone. It eventually occurred to me that I should at least build a network to allow file sharing, though we were a long way from that, since the power supply wasn't exactly reliable.
Resistance C36: Power
Here is the long overdue chapter! Also free energy -snort snort-

Anyways, enjoy, feedback appreciated.

Previous: Resistance C35: BalanceResistance
Chapter 35: Balance
Eventually, I settled down to read a book, wanting some quiet time after all the excitement of the previous few days.
However, that was not to be, as one of the guards turned up on my doorstep the moment I flicked to the page where I had stopped at ages ago.
The man wasted no time with knocking the door, and came straight in. "Boss, we need you at the South gate now! A group of dragons just literally materialised in front and are asking for you by name! They don't seem to be looking for trouble, but some of them are wearing armour and such. Do you want an escorts?"
I glanced round to see Fenek fast asleep. I shrurged. "Nah. I'll live." With that, I put on my cap, which seemed to have dried, grabbed my pistol and went along with the man, "Eh, but get some guns pointed at them in case."
As the both of us rushed out, I received my reply. "They're covered. You sure you don't want someone to cover your back?"
I grunted and beckoned Agenor along. The sil

Next:  Resistance C37: Expansion PlansResistance
Chapter 37: Expansion Plans
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.
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Updates...and tagged.

Journal Entry: Fri Nov 21, 2014, 5:59 AM


Well, as the title suggests, I have been tagged. Twice. However, I'm going to get a word in first before I go and address all this nonsense lol.

Now, as to why I have been quiet for so long, well, I've been busy with parade rehearsals and then the parade itself. I probably broke half the rules there are to break by participating, and probably spoilt my knee. BUT since this is to celebrate my entire company finishing service, plus the fact that my parents came all the way to the camp to watch, I don't mind a little pain.... Though my right index finger is still numb from holding the bloody rifle...and it has been a week. This is getting ridiculous. haha. Ey, but we all got to wear the ceremonial dress uniform and generally looked good, save one guy with a huge shirt xP

And that was last week.

Now this week, well mostly drama in the platoon exploding left right centre. I'm not at liberty to discuss what's going on, since this got pretty much all the way to the CO...but it has broken the mood of the place. Dammit...we're supposed to be happy, and now people are just like...bleh and so on. It's a mess and I'm hoping that those involved don't get into too much trouble. And no, thankfully, I'm not involved in this huge mess. 

Also latest thing, thurs and fri, I've been sick with what looks like a 24h virus, though it's hard to say for now since some of the symptoms are still here. I'll see tomorrow I guess.

And now, the tags. I have one from :iconenerin: and one from :icondraconian-man:... seriously guys, I thought this thing was dead =.=

I'll answer the questions from each in order. Won't be posting the rules tho, so that this thing doesn't get ridiculously long.

But first, 10 things about me, as stipulated by the rules. I may get lazy halfway through tho.

1. I don't have a university education (yet)
2. I was drafted when I was 18, and almost done.
3. Did I say done? I'm still liable for 10 rounds of reservist training once I finish full time service. However, once I'm 40 they won't touch me no more.
4. OHHH I DON'T WANNA LIVE AN ARMY LIFE
5. I sleep alot these days for lack of a better thing to do.
6. I like to fiddle with computers for fun, but I'm horrible with software.
7. I went from 0 chin-ups to 16 then to 4 in the span of 2 years. Thanks, army! haha
8. I used to read alot and need to get back into the habit.
9. My luck is either horrid or awesome
10. I'm a boring person.

Now questions.
1. Of all the places you've been, which was/is your favorite?
Home mostly. Staying in an army camp 5 days a week for 2 years makes you appreciate the place, no matter how dysfunctional my family is at times.

2. What's your greatest skill/strength/good thing?
No idea. I'm good with my hands?

3. How about flaw?
I tend to shove my ideas down peoples' throats at times...and then tear theirs up in front of them, especially for the people I don't like.

4. I like that deviation question. What's the favorite one you've posted, and the one you're most proud of?
To be honest, I don't have one. All my work needs improvement, and any input is valued.

5. Are you very athletic?
Haha no.

6. Would you rather be in the city, in a forest, or inside your house/room?
City. But if it's hot or raining, home, or at least somewhere with good tea and internet xP

7. Name the first interesting fact off the top of your head.
Yes.

8. How/where do you write/draw/art?
At home, on my pc, with my noisy model M. In camp, with some cheapo membrane keyboard connected via OTG cable to my phone.

9. What topic most interests you?
Hardware. Is that not obvious by now?

10. Do you prefer voice chat or text chat? (or video)
I'm fine with either.
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NEXT!

1. Was this worth reading?
Perhaps.

2. Are you going to do these questions seriously?
50/50. depends on the question.

3. Am I making too many pointless questions?
seems like it, but not like my 10 facts thing is very pointful.

4. Ok then, umm... Favourite movie?
None in particular. No money for movies lol.

5. Fave artwork/story made?
see above.

6. Four-legged or bipedal?
BIPED SUPREMACY.
DRAKONIAN SUPERIORITY.

7. Favourite game genre?
FPS, RTS. More of the latter.

8. Most hated celebrity?
None. I don't follow this kind of thing. 

9. Too cold or too hot?
Here? Too bloody hot. Seriously, i walk out and stand in the shade and start sweating? Climate pls.

10. Most embarrassing moment?
HOHOHO you think I'm going to talk about it here? xP Besides, too many already because I'm a bit of an asshat at times xP

Am I going to tag people? nah. Too lazy, and need to rest....plus post stuff if I feel up to it.

If you have really read up to here, then I'd might as well open an AMA too. Ask me anything. Comms officer will route it to my quarters.

Tano'rath out.

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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.

ORD LO.

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  • Playing: Civ V
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  • 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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Your extraordinary and interesting works gave you a watcher :)
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Thanks for the watch ! ^^
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np!
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Thanks for the fav on the ref sheet Tano', cheers
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eh no probs. How could I have not faved your face man :D
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lol, true I am a very nice looking dragon!

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Thanks a lot for the :+fav: and the watch :hug: :dummy:

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no probs~
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