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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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Farewell w/ friends

Journal Entry: Fri Feb 13, 2015, 8:41 AM


Well, I don’t know how to start. They held a farewell for me today, and as most of you guys know, I’m going down under soon. As much as I’m looking forward to this new chapter of life, I’m reminded once again about who and what I’m leaving behind.

 

As much as I would like to leave notes to anyone and everyone that matters to me, that would take too long, as there really are too many.

 

As some may or may not know, I was bullied all the way in and out of the school system here, for honestly really stupid reasons, like how I walked, or the fact that I used to get homesick. My favourite was that I was excluded for the sole reason that I was considered a ‘weird guy’. That ended quickly enough, though, since the person broke her phone and had to come crawling back to me.

 

Either way, bullshit and sob stories aside, what I’m trying to say that I treasure the friends that I actually have, and tend to be a bit overprotective at times.

 

I’ve been labelled as heartless, cold and having the emotional range of a teaspoon. As much as I would hate to admit it, all are true. When serious, I default to cold logic, and come over as cold and heartless, or so I’m told. Even normally, since I suppress my emotions, my range is so limited that I’m apparently compared to a small, inanimate object. All true. But that doesn’t mean that I have no emotion.

 

If anything, I’m one hell of a sentimental guy, I like to think. I can go on and on with stories about how I’ve met every one, how I used to think that, oh, this guy was an idiot, and how I realised that that was not the case and so on, but that’s not why we’re here.

 

I’m here to thank each and every one of you, for being there, for simply existing and allowing your existence to overlap with my short, sad one. I honestly never thought that I would end up with a group of proper friends, and I used to think that I was fated to be a loner all the way. I’m happy that that is not the case in the least.

 

Doesn’t matter if I’ve argued with you before, or if you weren’t in the group that brought me for the farewell meet. If only it could be so simple that I could drag everyone somewhere to have a nice meal before going off, but interpersonal reasons aren’t that simple, and neither is life.

 

It is you guys that made me want to reconsider, but alas, if anything it is too late. I will miss all of you.

 

…and keep in touch.

Live long, and prosper.

 

Tano’rath out.



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Resistance
Chapter 44: Announcement

The declaration of peace in the town was met with shock and disbelief, as expected. However, we did not get much of a chance to speak to the populace as we were almost immediately whisked away to speak with the civilian management to plan for the future of the two towns under us. We did, however, pause to allow someone to go and make a speech to address some of the concerns on the ground.

Patrols were rostered at once and dispatched to the border, while a new guardhouse was planned to be built right at the border, where the men would stay for their week-long duty shifts. Otherwise, the military side also drew up plans for a proper army camp for the garrisons in each town, as well as training rosters, plus tabled a draft conscription law, pending approval by the civilian management.

Most of the day to day running of the city was handed over to the civilian government, while we basically became the Ministry of Defence. They planned to call out to all that had skills to rebuild our industries and such. There was talk about attempting to build computers too, but that was unlikely. We had the theory, but things like the blueprints themselves were gone, as well as the machinery with the needed precision. However, simple things like assembly lines could be brought back.

My side got drafted to help in the prospecting for raw materials, since Fenek boasted about magic making it much easier. I ended up being put in charge again, despite my mentioning that part of the treaty included me being pulled away at an unstated time for some sort of training...

Eventually, we all went off to have a tea break, and then broke off into two groups; the civilian side and the military side. However, both sides complained that the other's discussion was too noisy, so we ended up separating. I didn't know where the civilians went, but the military side, me included, ended up discussing in Victor's house.

We began planning the basic training program for the new recruits, while others began drawing up plans for a proper army facility in the city, for it had been decided that appropriating houses for our own accommodation would not be acceptable. We would build and maintain our own camp, which would include accommodations, training facilities and possibly a cookhouse. It would also open up another place for us to store our equipment. Maintenance schedules were also planned proper, and classes for weapon maintenance were set to be started as soon as possible. The guns were in need of some serious cleaning, since no one had cleaned them.

However, before we could move on to the next thing on the agenda, a note appeared on top of my heap of papers, for I had been taking notes for the duration of the meeting. The note itself was obviously from Drak'rrth, and simply announced that his staff had arrived, and were ready to be picked up.

I had someone sent over to the civilian side to coordinate with them about which building to allocate as the embassy, while I hurried over to the vehicle park and got into one of the tonners, with Fenek and Flayme in tow.

Flayme looked over the truck for a while before getting in. "Must you use the most uncomfortable one?"

Rolling my eyes, I started the vehicle with the usual rumble. "it's the biggest one, and I don't know how many people he's bringing. Anyway, it's not like the smaller trucks are any better. The 3 Ton one is arguably more bumpy anyway. Besides, it's tradition. Driving a bigger car makes you look richer. It's a chinese thing and my family somewhat subscribed to it."

As I turned out of the car park and drove to the gates, Flayme seemed to be trying to make sense of what I was saying, while Fenek simply pulled the explanation off the top of my head. I ended up explaining why a bigger car was better and such.

The conversation managed to last us till we reached the border, which wasn't that far anyway, to find Drak'rrth lying there waiting, along with seven other dragons. Behind them was a neat stack of their things, and they were by no means small or few. As I parked the truck, I couldn't help but remark, "Eh, he opening shop or opening embassy?"

"Well, they are going to live in the embassy, are they not?" Flayme replied, while Fenek finally relaxed.

I shrugged as I adjusted the truck a bit to be as near to their pile of things as possible before pulling the handbrake and shutting the engine off. The three of us got out to find the entire group of them sniffing the truck suspiciously, while Drak'rrth peered down at me. "I did not request transportation."

I blinked. "Well, I had to drive here anyway. You can fly there on your own if you wish, but I recommend loading all your things into the truck."

The huge dragon looked the vehicle over with a snort, then looked down at me again. "Very well, then. We shall utilise your machine. I believe that we'll be having to get used to it, no?"

I gave him a half smile as the whole group of us began to load things up. "Probably."

I clambered up the truck and started piling everything up at one end, making sure everything was neat, and once that was done, I showed the dragons where to sit, while Flayme offered his seat up front in the cab to Drak'rrth.

The offer was accepted and I spent the next five minutes coaxing Fenek, who didn't seem to like Drak'rrth very much, to instruct the ambassador on how to fasten the seat belt and such. Meanwhile, I jumped off the back and put the tailboard up, while instructing the passengers not to stick their heads out too far lest they fall out. Although that was quite unlikely, it would at least discourage them from doing anything else as dumb.

By the time I clambered into the cab, I had already noticed that the sheer weight of the passengers and their mountain of furniture and belongings had actually caused the suspension to sink quite a bit. Hence, when I started the engine, I actually had to spend some time adjusting said suspension via the controls mounted on the ceiling. Drak'rrth watched with mild curiosity, but didn't comment.

Fenek, however, seemed more chatty than usual, and flooded me with questions. I answered what I could before shutting him up when I released the brakes and did a U-turn.

The ride back was uneventful and strangely quiet. I noted the simmering distaste that Fenek had for Drak'rrth, although he refused to tell me why, even though the mental bond where Drak'rrth couldn't hear. I ended up humming songs as I drove back to the town. Drak'rrth only broke the silence once halfway through the journey to remark on how the truck went faster than his flying speed.

With the awkward silence, we rolled into the square, where Victor was waiting. As soon as I drove into view, he began to gesture at me, directing me to a large building, probably a repurposed house a stone's throw from the town hall. He guided me there, and had me reverse park in front.

Once I shut the engine off, two guys went up behind to open the tailboard and start moving all the things in the back, while one of the city officials, who was admittedly quite pale when he saw Drak'rrth, went about showing them around. The signboard in front of the building identified it as the embassy.

However, one could tell that the whole thing had been thrown together in a hurry. The wording on the signboard had obviously been freshly painted, with the paint still wet in some places, while the small lawn in front of the building itself looked to be somewhat trampled, the scent of the grass mingling with the smell of paint. The building had evidently been appropriated only a short while before...

...Not really their fault though. None of this had been expected. They probably expected the treaty to fall through... However, given that things went the way that they did, what we could do was to make the most of it.

Lost in my musings, I didn't quite notice that Drak'rrth had tapped my shoulder till Victor strolled over and pointed it out. I turned to the dragon, apologising for allowing my mind to wonder... "Yes?"

"There is much to discuss. When may we begin?" Came the quick reply.

I shrugged. "Now you don't liase with me. Diplomatic stuff is under the civilian government. Just talk to the guy who helped to show you around. I'll only be called in when military stuff is raised. Good luck."

The dragon seemed taken aback, though at what I couldn't quite tell until he spoke. "You're not in command anymore?"

"I still am, but I don't manage the city itself, just the military." I replied with another shrug as I reached up to open the truck door, intending to return it to the vehicle park. It had been a tiring day, and I wanted no more than a good dinner and nap.

Drak'rrth, however, persisted. "I will speak with no one else."

Sighing, I let go of the door handle. "I'm a sergeant, Drak'rrth, not a diplomat. Besides, the civilian representative will be able to give you a better picture of the circumstances and probably table more relevant issues. I only deal with military matters, like I said."

The Drak'rrth didn't seem too happy about it, but he finally backed down, mentioning about having some matters to discuss with me nonetheless, but at least agreed to liase with the civilian instead.

Beckoning to Fenek, who got in at the passenger's side, I started the truck and drove to the car park, only to be routed to the maintenance, where I had to leave the vehicle with the engine running for the technicians to run some tests. It was good to see that they were making full use of the power that was being provided, and I thanked them for their hard work on the way out.

As Fenek and I began to walk back, it occurred to me to ask him again about why he disliked Drak'rrth so much. "Ey, Fenek, what was with the drama just now?"

The brown dragon stared me in the eye, but said nothing. I sighed, folding my arms. "Whatever it is, I doubt I'll be much help if you keep pouting around like that."

"What will our roles be now?" Came the reply, a very poorly veiled attempt at changing the subject.

I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. "If you're going to avoid the question, you'll have to do better than that."

Fenek glared at me and hissed. "I don't want to talk about it!"

"Hissing at me isn't going to solve it either." I remarked pointedly, "Look, you made a huge ruckus over when i was upset, because I wasn't telling you why, so you have no right to give me attitude. If I have to count to three, then I'll do it, but you'd better open that damn yap of yours before I get to the front door or else."

Fenek remained quiet for around a minute before finally talking. Kudos to him for lasting longer than I expected. However, I still received a glare from Fenek, who seemed indignant about having his actions used against him. "He is not someone that I am fond of."

I held his gaze and added a glare of my own as the house came into view. Deciding that this had gone on long enough, I stepped in front of him, growling under my breath instinctually. I made no move to stop the growl, but deliberately blocked his way. When Fenek tried to sidestep, I flared my wings. "You're going to have to do much better than that."

"I answered your-" He began, returning my growl.

"You call that a bloody answer?! You'd might as well have kept quiet!" I snapped, refusing to move. "Now, are you going to explain yourself properly, or do I have to make you?"

Fenek glared again, trying to convey a warning not to pry further, and attempted to shove me away. I was somewhat expecting him to do something like that, and grabbed his arm the moment he made his move, while I folded my wings. I pulled him as close as I could till I was more or less face to face with him, and made my dissatisfaction plain. "Attitude again, huh. You're really testing my patience, Fenek, and you don't want to be here when I run out of that! Now, either talk, or I'll have you locked out of the bloody house."

I knew that he didn't want to talk about it, but there seemed to be no other choice. For all I knew, it could be something that threatens our safety, or it could be that he simply couldn't get along with the mage. Whatever it was didn't really matter to me at this juncture. Instead, I wanted the brown dragon to open up to me.
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[Fenek]
Although I had been aware that the Bond allowed him to anticipate my actions, I had not expected him to grab my arm when I tried to push him out of my way. Though, I was grateful for the fact that he had respected my privacy enough not to pry into my thoughts.

I half-thought about trying to push him away again. However, I decided not to. He seemed to be more concerned than anything, though concerned about what I could not tell. It seemed to be a combination of a few things, though what the things were, he did not make plain in his thoughts.

I could tell that he was serious with his threats, and that he seemed to be quite annoyed at my behaviour. However, telling him, or anyone the reason would bring about only sad memories, memories that were so painful that I didn't want them to come to mind. Whether or not he could offer me some comfort, I did not know, but for some reason, I did not want to know.

However, was this really worth pushing my own Rider away?
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[Keane]
Fenek seemed ready to struggle, and give me the whole package of kicking, screaming, breaking free and generally making a ruckus, but in the end, he seemed to think better of it and relaxed instead. Sensing that he had come to some sort of a realisation, as well as a decision, I released him. "Well?"

"He was the one who...sent my parents to the front...and he was the one...who dragged them away..." Fenek replied after standing in silence for a while, pain evident in his eyes. I had to throttle the bond in order not to be affected. However, I could tell that he was reliving some sort of memory, and that it was not pretty.

Of course, I felt somewhat bad for making him go through whatever he was going through, but it couldn't be helped. At least now I knew what was going on.

However, my thoughts were interrupted as Fenek continued, "You...must be careful. I do not know what his real intentions are, but they are most definitely not good."

With that, Fenek walked off silently. Common sense told me to go after him and try to offer comfort, but something told me that the brown dragon would rather be left alone at this juncture.

I settled for returning to the house, to find that Atheros was waiting for me, along with the rest. Fenek was nowhere to be seen, and I assumed that he had probably gone to a private spot or something.

Before I could let my mind wander, however, I got pulled in to join them for an early dinner, along with some long overdue family time.

However, it didn't sit well with me to just let Fenek stew in whatever he was stewing in, and it gnawed at me as I told stories about the past few battles, trying to regale them with my rusty linguistics. Still, my concern for the brown dragon dampened my mood enough to spoil it for me.

I ended up excusing myself after a while and going to search for Fenek. It didn't help at all that his emotions were leaking through to my end...

Farewell w/ friends

Journal Entry: Fri Feb 13, 2015, 8:41 AM


Well, I don’t know how to start. They held a farewell for me today, and as most of you guys know, I’m going down under soon. As much as I’m looking forward to this new chapter of life, I’m reminded once again about who and what I’m leaving behind.

 

As much as I would like to leave notes to anyone and everyone that matters to me, that would take too long, as there really are too many.

 

As some may or may not know, I was bullied all the way in and out of the school system here, for honestly really stupid reasons, like how I walked, or the fact that I used to get homesick. My favourite was that I was excluded for the sole reason that I was considered a ‘weird guy’. That ended quickly enough, though, since the person broke her phone and had to come crawling back to me.

 

Either way, bullshit and sob stories aside, what I’m trying to say that I treasure the friends that I actually have, and tend to be a bit overprotective at times.

 

I’ve been labelled as heartless, cold and having the emotional range of a teaspoon. As much as I would hate to admit it, all are true. When serious, I default to cold logic, and come over as cold and heartless, or so I’m told. Even normally, since I suppress my emotions, my range is so limited that I’m apparently compared to a small, inanimate object. All true. But that doesn’t mean that I have no emotion.

 

If anything, I’m one hell of a sentimental guy, I like to think. I can go on and on with stories about how I’ve met every one, how I used to think that, oh, this guy was an idiot, and how I realised that that was not the case and so on, but that’s not why we’re here.

 

I’m here to thank each and every one of you, for being there, for simply existing and allowing your existence to overlap with my short, sad one. I honestly never thought that I would end up with a group of proper friends, and I used to think that I was fated to be a loner all the way. I’m happy that that is not the case in the least.

 

Doesn’t matter if I’ve argued with you before, or if you weren’t in the group that brought me for the farewell meet. If only it could be so simple that I could drag everyone somewhere to have a nice meal before going off, but interpersonal reasons aren’t that simple, and neither is life.

 

It is you guys that made me want to reconsider, but alas, if anything it is too late. I will miss all of you.

 

…and keep in touch.

Live long, and prosper.

 

Tano’rath out.



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Resistance
Chapter 43: Peace… For Now

As soon as the vehicles stopped, the whole lot of them clambered out and came jogging over. Victor tossed me a bottle of water on the way, which I took and drank from gratefully. My throat must have dried out quite a bit while I was doing the memory sharing thingy...

Once done drinking, I introduced the rest to Drak'rrth, who bowed to them and introduced himself. He was even kind enough to give everyone a copy of the treaty each. He then stepped to one side to let them discuss. I got pulled in too.

Sythes, Atheros, Ren Jie and Gerard spent the lion’s share of the time discussing amongst themselves, since I had actually dealt with the most annoying bit of the treaty. In the end, I was sent back to Drak'rrth.

"The treaty's fine." I remarked...

Assuming that I was done talking, he cut in, and “This is pleasing to my ear. Shall we seal it in blood?"

I shook my head. "What's your real agenda, mage? We've gone through with this for the entire day, and like it or not, this is still war up till now. For all I know, this is a trap and we are prisoners."

Drak'rrth shot me an offended look. "You question my honour!"

Victor handed me a camera, and I showed him the pictures that had only just been shown to me. Their forces were gathering at where the border would be, and according to Victor, had heckled them on the way to this location. I continued, "Not without cause."

Drak'rrth looked through the pictures a few times, remarking on how small they were before replying, "I see that my comrades anticipate your rejection of the treaty, and have acted without my knowledge. I apologise."


With that, the dragon and gave me a deep bow, continuing, "If you wish to take offence, I will not object. The treaty may be scrapped, and a truce given for you to return to your city and deliberate. I am not unreasonable..."

I put the camera aside, and got a pen from Victor. I drew a slightly crooked line and wrote next to it my name and rank. '2SG Keane Tan, 39SCE', and then signed on the line. Drak'rrth watched my actions, confused.

I scrawled the dragon name in brackets next to mine as an afterthought. "Neither am I. Your treaty is a go. Tell your people to stand down. There will be no fight today...or tomorrow for that matter."

The dragon continued staring at me as I offered him the pen. I had to put it in his hand for him to actually blink. I gestured to the paper, "Don't tell me you're pulling out? This was your idea after all."

Drak'rrth mutely signed the paper, then produced a knife out of nowhere, seemingly having recovered from his initial shock. "Now we must seal it in blood. Cut your palm once I have done so, then allow the blood to drip onto the paper. I shall chant the scriptures, while your two mages bear witness."

I complied, and he began chanting once the blood mixed on the paper. There was a flash, then the entire treaty turned black, with the wording in gold. It also duplicated itself, and I was handed one, while Drak'rrth healed my palm. Fyre walked over and produced a first aid dressing out of nowhere. "It is customary that you heal or treat his wound after he has done so for you."

I took the dressing, shooting Fyre a questioning look, "Where'd you get this?"

Fyre smirked, "I had your friend bring it just in case."

I nodded and tore the dressing open, and bandaged the hand for Drak'rrth, who looked to be impressed, though not at my admittedly slightly sloppy handiwork.

Once done, he stepped back and bowed, while on I was about to reciprocate, Fyre stopped me. "No, you do what is customary for you this time. It is part of the ceremony."

I blinked and put the treaty onto the table before giving the dragon a salute as he righted himself.

As my group turned to leave, Drak'rrth stopped me with a claw on my shoulder. "I still do not understand. Why did you not reject the treaty? Such a dishonourable act by the other party would have any of us reject it!"

"It's not as if you ordered the strike, or the troop movements, I hope. Sometimes people are just overzealous. As long as this doesn't become a regular thing, we hold no grudges. I will not toss out a perfectly good treaty over something like that, especially since there were no shots fired. Either way, I look forward to the absence of fighting." I replied, adjusting my hat, half-smiling.

Drak'rrth nodded, somewhat stunned. "...You are not what I expected you to be."

I shrugged. "I get that alot. See you around."

"Don't forget your training, young one, and I sense that we shall be seeing each other far sooner than you think." He replied, probably referring to the bit about ambassadors. With that, he resumed his large form, but made no move to leave as I clambered into the rover with my party of dragons and started the engine.

I noted that he watched with intense curiosity as I put the vehicle into gear...and stalled it as my left foot chose the moment to have a mini spasm for some strange reason, probably fatigue or something.

Half laughing and half sighing, I started the engine again, muttering about humiliating myself, then drove off, turning to wave at the huge dragon as he went on his way as well...

Whether or not this peace would actually last, I had no idea. Unlikely, but only time would tell. At least this meant that we were being taken seriously...

As I joined the convoy, it dawned on me that I had forgotten something. It was only until Fenek held up the treaty itself, laughing that I realised. I shook my head again and threw the clutch, making the brown dragon warble in protest and shoot me a sour look, much to the amusement of the rest. I chuckled as we sped our way back to the city.

Flayme, who was sitting behind me poked his head over and asked, "Why did you sign the treaty? I smell your suspicion even now."

Adjusting the course and poking at the radio as an afterthought, I shrugged. "I have my suspicions, yes, but given the force at the border, I think the treaty is a better option. Hopefully they abide by it."

The radio made some weird noises before starting to blare out Queen's 'Hammer To Fall'. I smirked while Flayme nodded, though I got the sensing that he disapproved of my choice of song. "They will. It is magically binding, and Drak'rrth is no underling."

I nodded, too busy singing along to say anything. Fenek was already laughing at my somewhat bad vocals, but I couldn't be bothered to stop him. Hector smirked, and waited for the song to end before prodding the music player with a claw. "So, another thing that is not a weapon?"

I shook my head while a different song came on. "Nope. That's a radio and a CD player. Mostly plays music and stuff."

Hector nodded. "That song just now, there is more to the lyrics, is there not? And why would a cloud be mushroom shaped?"

It took me a while to explain the atom bomb, and then the cold war, but the whole lot of them got it in the end. I ended off with, "Eh, but mostly, I just like the song. I really should have snapped a picture of his face just now. That surprised look was priceless!"

Fenek snorted, "He did not expect you to sign."

"Yeah, could tell, given the troop build-up. Caught them off guard we did, and they're now stuck with it until war is declared. Might as well take some time to get some city development done." I replied with a shrug as the city itself came into view.

However, at what was more or less the border sat a familiar figure. Drak'rrth. Victor, who was ahead of me, had already stopped, and I did the same next to him. I shot a questioning look up at the huge dragon who sat smack on the border.

His huge head swung around, looking amused. "Your speed is impressive. I had to teleport myself here in order to be ahead. The Council has appointed me as the ambassador. A few of my helpers shall be along shortly. "

It took a while to process, and I nodded. "Can be done. I'll see to it that you get lodging as well as an office. Of course, you're expected to abide by our laws."

Drak'rrth nodded again as he stepped aside. "I shall contact you once we are ready. There are some details to be discussed soon."

I nodded again, and we continued our drive back to the town...
Resistance C43: Peace...For Now
aaaand so he signed the treaty....Now what?

Also as promised, more frequent posting for now~

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In the end, I fell asleep again and missed dinner. Atheros was the one who woke me the next day. “Father, the rest of the commanders have already gathered! They’re waiting for you!”
Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I groaned, “Oh?”
“Yes! You must hurry!” Came the reply as he dragged me out of bed, and to the door, where I actually started walking properly. He passed me my cap there.
Since we were practically at Victor’s door already, I told Atheros to follow me in. As he had said, everyone was already waiting, including Fenek, who had kept a seat for me.
Victor started the moment I sat down. “Alright, we got your message, so it is decided that you’ll go and talk with the council person.”
I nodded, sipping the provided water while Victor continued, “You will go in a convoy of two rovers, with the eight dragons, the special ones, plus one driver, and another one of your choice. The

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The declaration of peace in the town was met with shock and disbelief, as expected. However, we did not get much of a chance to speak to the populace as we were almost immediately whisked away to speak with the civilian management to plan for the future of the two towns under us. We did, however, pause to allow someone to go and make a speech to address some of the concerns on the ground.
Patrols were rostered at once and dispatched to the border, while a new guardhouse was planned to be built right at the border, where the men would stay for their week-long duty shifts. Otherwise, the military side also drew up plans for a proper army camp for the garrisons in each town, as well as training rosters, plus tabled a draft conscription law, pending approval by the civilian management.
Most of the day to day running of the city was handed over to the civilian government, while we basically became the Ministry of Defence. They planned to call out to all t
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Chapter 42: Negotiations

In the end, I fell asleep again and missed dinner. Atheros was the one who woke me the next day. “Father, the rest of the commanders have already gathered! They’re waiting for you!”

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I groaned, “Oh?”

“Yes! You must hurry!” Came the reply as he dragged me out of bed, and to the door, where I actually started walking properly. He passed me my cap there.

Since we were practically at Victor’s door already, I told Atheros to follow me in. As he had said, everyone was already waiting, including Fenek, who had kept a seat for me.

Victor started the moment I sat down. “Alright, we got your message, so it is decided that you’ll go and talk with the council person.”

I nodded, sipping the provided water while Victor continued, “You will go in a convoy of two rovers, with the eight dragons, the special ones, plus one driver, and another one of your choice. They will serve as your security detail. The time now is eight in the morning, you have four hours to get to the place. Good luck.”

I finished the water and nodded, getting up. “Bit rushed.”

Victor shrugged and held up a scrap of slightly singed paper, in what was the most spidery handwriting that I had ever seen, was a message that read ‘Today, noon.’

“We don’t have a choice.” Victor remarked, “Your vehicles are parked down the road, and your escorts are waiting. You just need to get the one more guy and we’ll go.”

“Who’s the other driver?” I asked, as I beckoned Fenek to follow me, while shooting the disappointed Atheros a look that read ‘sorry’.

Victor got up and went to the door with me. “Me. You ready?”

I shrugged. “I have no choice, do I?”

With that, we made our way down to the ending of the street where the two vehicles were waiting, the group of eight already seated and waiting… Flayme sat next to me, while Fenek manned the gun. Hector and the two skinwalkers who were bright yellow today were squashed in the back seat.

“It will be a long journey, into the middle of the central hotlands.” The mage remarked as I started the engine. I opened the glove compartment to find that it was filled with bottles of water.

“Well, good day as any to be roasted.” I replied, giving the engine a rev and putting the vehicle into gear, “And a good day to test the tuning on the engines. I don’t like being late, guys.”

Giving the horn a toot to let Victor know that I was moving off, we left the city gates in a matter of minutes, and I put my foot down.

Of course, Fenek complained about my gear shifting, since I kept throwing the clutch and causing the vehicle to jerk whenever I changed the gear. However, that was rectified once I got to fifth gear and allowed the vehicle to cruise.

Out of nowhere, Hector produced a bundle of cured meat and offered it to me with a grin. "The state of your mane tells me that you just got out of bed. Here, have some breakfast!" He seemed immensely amused as I thanked him and began chewing on the food with one hand on the wheel.

The countryside whizzed by as we rolled along, as the green meadows and occasional fields transitioned to warmer and much drier arid land, where the road sort of disappeared.

However, neither Victor nor I slowed down as we got jiggled about by the rocks all over the place. Hector enjoyed watching the rest squirm while I tried my best to avoid the worst bumps.

I had to stop halfway to pass Victor my cap, though, lest he get too sunburnt.

Eventually, the giant rock that we had been told about began to loom into view. Or I thought it was the one anyway. We had seen many like it, and I had been wrong about those.

Flayme, however, pointed to it. "That is the one. I believe there's a track on the side that can be used."

I nodded as we careened across the rocky desert, and came to the base of the large monolith, which appeared to be made of some form of red rock.

On the side, I spied a path. I stopped for a moment so that we could all have some water, while I pointed the way for Victor. Meanwhile, I tried and failed to get some of the red sand out of my mane after having several mouthfuls of water.

After about ten minutes, we got back into the rovers and started up the path. A glance at the dashboard clock showed that we still had about ten minutes.

Putting the vehicle into gear again, we set off once again, taking the winding path up to the top.

We reached with a minute to spare, and I had the vehicles parked off to one side.

At twelve noon sharp, a huge shadow raced across the flat, dusty top of the rock and an enormous dragon landed. Nothing could have prepared me for its sheer size. It dwarfed even the huge dragon that had laid siege to the city. In fact, I suspected this one to be twice as large. I could probably have parked a bus in that things ear canal or something.

The creature itself was mostly black scaled, but had a grey underside like me. It had a pair of fierce red-pupilled eyes, and stripes that came in sets of threes. One set on the snout, one on the back of the neck, one on top and one below the knee. There was one set near the base of the tail too. He had a small horn on the tip of his snout like me, and a sort of frill that ran along his back.

As the enormous creature furled its wings, it looked the entire group worth of us over with a judgemental air.

The voice, was proportional to the size. I was actually quite amazed that I didn't fly away or something when he spoke, like how it used to be shown in cartoons.

"To whom do I speak? I wish only to speak with the leader." The creature boomed. I had to resist the urge to cover my ears.

Victor stepped forward, and the large dragon didn't even spare him a glance.

"Not you, human! Your leader, the one of black scales! If he is lacking of courage, you may speak of it, and I shall seek him out myself!" The dragon replied with a dismissive flick of his tail.

It was quite obvious who was who, if you went by scale colour, but I supposed that there were many black dragons around. Taking my hat back from Victor as I stepped forward, I paused to adjust my belt before staring up at the dragon. "It is I you seek." I replied, making a concerted effort not to feel small.

The dragon eyeballed me for a moment before nodding. "You do not lie. I'm surprised."

I raised an eyeridge. "Surprised? What's there to be surprised about?"

"It is rare that humans are as honorable as us, and I am aware of what you were." Came the reply with a dismissive flick of its tail. "But that is not why we are here, is it?"

I nodded, and the huge dragon was gone, replaced by him in his biped form. He bowed. "I am Drak'rrth, of clan Kyrreian."

There was a gasp behind, but it would have been rude of me to turn round and ask. Instead, I mirrored his bow as per dragon protocol. We hadn't come up with a proper clan name yet, so I decided to use my position instead. "Keane of the Resistance."

Drak'rrth scoffed. "Come now, you do have a proper dragon name, yes?"

It took a bit of digging in my memory as I vaguely recalled taking one, but it eventually came to me. "Tano'rath."

He nodded. "It seems to fit you well. Do you know my purpose of calling you here?"

"You mentioned something about peace." I replied with a nod. Quite frankly, I wasn't too sure, for he may have his own ulterior motives, but I couldn't quite read his tone, and on top of everything else, sounding unsure wouldn't bode well for me.

"That is correct." Drak'rrth replied with a nod, casting me a curious glance as he did so. ...At least I had gotten his intentions correct to some extent... He subsequently continued, "But there is no need to hide your uncertainty. Even if you do, I can smell it. I do not blame you for it, for we are enemies, meeting somewhere that you're unfamiliar with. It is...acceptable."

...At least I had gotten something right... I simply nodded. "Very well, then. Name your terms."

Drak'rrth huffed, disdain evident in his eyes as he gestured at the general surroundings. "This is hardly an accptable area for us civilised beings to speak, no? Perhaps you should bring me to your little settlement, and we cound speak in comfort?"

I gave him an apologetic look. "No can-do, sir. Neutral ground or not, you're still on the other side. I can't bring you in. Security matters. I hope you understand."

The dragon snorted, but nodded. "I understand. It is a wise choice. I shall make this area more...acceptable for us, then."

With that, he began chanting, and as he did so, a table popped into being off to my right, followed by two glasses, both filled with water, and two chairs. Victor stared for a moment before shrugging, getting the others to form a ring around the table, all eyeballing the mage, who took a seat and offered the other to me.

It was not as if I could refuse anyway. That would not only have been rude, it would have also been stupid. I silently sat, pausing to pass my pistol to Victor, who pocketed it. Drak'rrth shot me a confused stare. "Why do you remove your weapon?"

I shrugged, adjusting my cap a little. "Diplomatic protocol. We don't carry weapons to negotiations."

The dragon nodded, "I see. Unfortunately, I cannot remove my powers and put them aside like what you have done with your...weapon. I apologise."

I returned his nod curtly. "Understood. Now, let us get down to business. What be your terms, sir?"

The dragon snapped his fingers, and twin sheets of paper appeared, one for me and one for him. On it was a list of terms. As I picked it up, he spoke. "These are my terms. The treaty is binding, and up until open war is declared, no attacks will be launched by either side. If you wish to add your own terms, they can be discussed, and once they are agreed upon, they will appear on the paper at once. So, what say you, Tano'rath?"

I decided to hold off reading the terms first. "First and foremost, I'll have to read them, then make my decision under advice from my other commanders. Is it agreeable?"

The dragon reclined in his seat. "They are reasonable demands. I shall allow it, but on one condition: You are not to leave this place. You may, however, dispatch one of your men to fetch your comrades."

I sighed and nodded, before beckoning Victor over. "Bro, you heard right?"

Victor gave a curt nod. "Ya, who ah?"

I listed out Sythes, Atheros, Ren Jie and Gerard. I ended with, "Double please. It's bloody hot here."

With that, Victor grunted and sped off in one of the rovers, the engine roaring as he disappeared into the distance. I sighed and settled down to read the terms.

Drak'rrth, however, nodded in approval. "It is good to see that you move with haste. It shows respect. I am pleased."

I looked up, having not even read anything yet. "It pays to respect your opponent. However, he will take quite a while regardless."

The dragon chuckled, pointing at the remaining rover. "Indeed, but that metal box does go faster than flying. If you had flown, you would have been late. In all honesty, I expected tardiness, but instead, I was surprised when you were slightly early. If only my students were as punctual!"

I couldn't help but smile as I began reading. "Well, wouldn't be worth the trouble of maintaining the things if they were slow, believe me."

The dragon laughed, but I found his terms to be no laughing matter. However, to be fair, they weren't unreasonable.

Of course, the first term was asking us to cease all attacks, which was pretty much a no-brainer in this case. We were also asked to stop actively encouraging rebellion, as well as to cease supplying arms to any other supporting factions that we had, of which we only had our branch in the recently liberated KL, and on top of that, we were asked to release our prisoners into their custody.

In exchange, they would, of course, stop their own attacks, not attempt to subvert or undermine our state, as well as allowing us to carry on operating the way we did. They also allowed free passage between my cities and the rest of the land, in essence, open borders. There was also a cause asking for the surrender of our technology, which, of course, I was not going to agree with.

There was also a bit of each side sending in an ambassador to settle any matters there and then.

I raised the point with my counterpart. "This last point, about returning the technology, I can't agree with this, surely you must know?"

Drak'rrth glanced down and waved his hand dismissively, "Of that I am aware, however, my own counterparts wished for it to be added. Do you wish to contest it?"

As if my words weren't clear enough. I nodded. "Very much so. You do realise that my entire establishment is built on bringing back the pre-war status of this land, yes? If you make us surrender the technology upon which this is built, then our fighting would have been pointless."

"I know that all too well, Tano'rath. I hear reports on every battle, about how your weapons spew fire and smoke, and how your tubes of iron and steel bring death to my soldiers. I cannot allow this." He replied, reclining in his chair. I got the general sensing that he was actually enjoying this. Beside me, Fenek fidgeted I motioned for him to quieten down.

"I can't deny that, but that is how we made war before everything got taken away. Note that we haven't had the chance to show the peaceful sides of the technology, and how anyone and everyone is more occupied with staying alive rather than progressing the city and state. Believe me, if this treaty comes into effect, you'll see more than just guns and tanks. You'll see power stations, electric lights, water purification, and perhaps even an accurate clock. Besides, if we are at peace, there will be no need to point guns and swords at each other, no?" I replied, sipping my water.

I received a skeptical look. "I have seen none of this. All I see are the harbingers of death and destruction, and even your own companion agrees with me, whether he likes it or not."

I scowled. "Like I said, I haven't had a chance to bring out the peaceful items."

Fenek cut in halfway, "I did actually take something that may help. May I retrieve it?"

Both of us turned to stare at the brown dragon as I motioned for him to carry on. He went over to my rover and pulled my phone out of one of the compartments. "Victor asked me to bring it along, because of a 'gut feeling..."

Fenek passed me the phone, which I plonked onto the table. Drak'rrth eyeballed it suspiciously. "What is this thing?"

I powered the phone on, and it started up with a chime, while the screen showed the boot animation. "This is a phone. A communications tool, among other things. Though I can't use the communications functions right now since the supporting infrastructure is gone. It can also play music, take pictures and let you play games. It used to be able to access the internet too, but that is also gone."

Narrowed eyes. "Is is not a weapon?"

I half wanted to say something about annoying people to death, but thought better of it. "No it is not. It's because of things like this one that I could talk to someone on the other side of the world, albeit after paying for the service. It let me access the internet, which is a repository of most, if not all information known by man, and also allowed me to send text messages to people, like mail, but delivered in the blink of an eye. However, the servers supporting the internet, as well as the broadcast towers for the calling services all came down during the war. I cannot show you those functions. Instead, I'll play music."

As the device finished it's boot sequence, I opened the music player and played some random song. Drak'rrth snorted. "I see, but I require proof of these 'other functions'. A memory would suffice."

It took me a while to realise what he was asking for, and recoiled at even the thought of it. "Bit demanding, don't you think?"

Drak'rrth got up and walked towards me. "It is the best I can do. You have my word and honor that I will only see the memory that you so choose to show to me."

I had a good mind to get up and leave, but that would mean trashing the whole treaty, and probably offending Drak'rrth as well. In the end, I sighed and had a sip of water. "Very well, but after this you will be satisfied?"

Drak'rrth nodded and paused to pull his seat over. "So, are you ready? If you wish to be a witness, now is the time."

I beckoned Fyre over and nodded. "Let's get this over with."

The mage walked over and stood by my side, while muttering under his breath. He gave me a quick nod before conjuring up a chair for himself and sitting down.

I shook my head, muttering about not getting out of this and shifted in my seat a little.

Drak'rrth sat in front of me. "Very well. Let us begin."

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[Flashback]

Another day, another dollar. I woke to my phone blaring loud music, as usual. I glanced at the screen and sighed. Third alarm. I was going to be late. I hurriedly freshened up, grabbed a piece of bread as breakfast and struggled into my uniform.

It took a while to find my car keys, which had dropped behind the dresser during the night, along with my wallet. After which, I grabbed my phone and called the lieutenant, just to let him know that I would be around ten minutes late.

As usual, I keyed his phone number in and hit the call button. He picked up almost at once, sounding mildly amused. "Going to be late, platoon sergeant?"

"About ten minutes." I replied, glancing at my watch, while tossing my bag and wallet into the car's passenger seat, and throwing myself into the driver's. The officer told me to carry on and put down, and I tossed the phone into the passenger seat too.

The radio came on automatically as I started the car, and hurriedly turned out of the parking lot. I drove a small Toyota. Nothing much. It got me from A to B, and that was what counted.

I hurriedly accelerated out of the car park and drove to the camp, where, as usual, I was stopped at the gate...

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It took quite alot of blinking to get my eyes to focus properly again. Across from me, Drak'rrth looked to be lost in thought...or perhaps also as dazed as I was. I couldn't tell.

"Good enough?" I muttered, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.

Flayme asked if I was fine, and I nodded, adjusting my position, while Drak'rrth replied that he was satisfied. A glance at the paper saw the term vanish, only to have a new one replaced.

I had to re-read it at least five times before I convinced myself that I was reading it right. "You want me to...go to your academy to be...trained?"

A nod. "You obviously need training."

"In what?" I couldn't help but shoot back, some of my indignance leaking through to my tone.

"Etiquette, for one." The dragon replied with a snort, "How to conduct yourself, and how not to embarrass our entire race when you speak to someone, and of course, how to be a proper Rider."

I sighed. "Is it that bad?"

"Bad? They'd might as well not exist, friend." The dragon replied with a huff.

I made a face, "I'm already trying. I think you know."

"Pft. Yes, I know. I saw how you spoke on that metal thing of yours to your superior. It's disgraceful. Do that in our legion, and you'd be flogged." Came the reply.

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Resistance C42: Negotiations
Aaaaand another chapter. Peace negotiations, with that mage too. Is he spying on them? What are the motives? We shall see... But things aren't always the way they seem, and perhaps not as simple...

Will be posting a bit more often the next few days, to make up for roughly a month of inactivity~

Also, yes, short chapter.

EDIT: Ok scratch that. I had an older version saved offline and posted that by mistake. My bad, and yup, I'm moving back to saving and writing offline....so yeah. One thing to note, though is that dA chews up my formatting =.=

Anyway, enjoy!

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I was woken later that evening by Fyre, who led in Alys. “What is to be done with him?”
I yawned and pointed to the other sofa. “There. He sleeps there. He seems better behaved than the other idiot, so lets give him a chance, shall we?”
“I don’t think it is wise to keep him here, friend. He might slip a knife between your scales at night when we’re all asleep. It would be best if we house him under guard.” Fyre replied, obviously worried.
“Agreed. Where you put him is your discretion, up until I can have a proper cell built, but I do intend to let him walk around a bit if he plays nice.” I replied, yawning again.
Fyre nodded quickly and led Alys to the door. “Very well. I’ll have him housed in the barracks and reinforce the room with magic. By the way, your friend was here just before me. Your presence is required in your neighbour’s adobe.”
Peeling myself off the sofa,

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As soon as the vehicles stopped, the whole lot of them clambered out and came jogging over. Victor tossed me a bottle of water on the way, which I took and drank from gratefully. My throat must have dried out quite a bit while I was doing the memory sharing thingy...
Once done drinking, I introduced the rest to Drak'rrth, who bowed to them and introduced himself. He was even kind enough to give everyone a copy of the treaty each. He then stepped to one side to let them discuss. I got pulled in too.
Sythes, Atheros, Ren Jie and Gerard spent the lion’s share of the time discussing amongst themselves, since I had actually dealt with the most annoying bit of the treaty. In the end, I was sent back to Drak'rrth.
"The treaty's fine." I remarked...
Assuming that I was done talking, he cut in, and “This is pleasing to my ear. Shall we seal it in blood?"
I shook my head. "What's your real agenda, mage? We've gone through with this for the
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I was woken later that evening by Fyre, who led in Alys. “What is to be done with him?”

I yawned and pointed to the other sofa. “There. He sleeps there. He seems better behaved than the other idiot, so lets give him a chance, shall we?”

“I don’t think it is wise to keep him here, friend. He might slip a knife between your scales at night when we’re all asleep. It would be best if we house him under guard.” Fyre replied, obviously worried.

“Agreed. Where you put him is your discretion, up until I can have a proper cell built, but I do intend to let him walk around a bit if he plays nice.” I replied, yawning again.

Fyre nodded quickly and led Alys to the door. “Very well. I’ll have him housed in the barracks and reinforce the room with magic. By the way, your friend was here just before me. Your presence is required in your neighbour’s adobe.”

Peeling myself off the sofa, I poured myself a glass of whatever was in the jug, which turned out to be some slightly stale water, and headed for the door. I brushed past Silvera who smiled at me as I strolled out, remarking, “Oh, look who’s awake!”

I flashed a slightly guilty smile before grabbing my keys, and adjusting my hat. I also half-heartedly adjusted my holster and belt, which were getting caught on my scales.

I popped into Victor’s house and walked right into an argument. Considering that everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs, I guessed that things were going to degenerate into a fistfight any second.

What was worse was that I had no idea what was being argued about. I was pretty sure that some of them were shouting only because everyone else was shouting. I ended up having to shout my question to the guard next to me, who actually looked as bewildered as I was, “EH, WHAT THEY SHOUTING ABOUT?”

The man took a minute to actually get what I was saying, and I could tell that he was trying and failing to read my lips. The response I received was a shrug, while the man pointed at the bunch at the table, who were still shouting, and on their feet, and mimed them talking for a bit, before it becoming whatever it was at present. I returned his shrug.

After two failed attempts to shout the room into silence, and one attempt at roaring that was outright ignored, I pushed the door open, drew my pistol and stuck it out the door, hopefully pointing at the sky. I shouted a warning and was of course, ignored, and pulled the trigger.

The people nearest the door turned to look as I fired two shots, then went back to arguing. I sighed, while the guard shot me a very amused look. I half wondered where Fenek was when I needed him, since the brown dragon would probably have been better at roaring and such. Unfortunately, a prod at the mental link showed him to be asleep and I didn’t really want to wake him just to roar at the bunch in the house.

In the end, I borrowed the guard’s rifle and emptied the magazine out the door. I could have sworn that I heard glass shattering at some point, but with all the shouting going on, I couldn’t be sure. For all I could hear, the house next door could have exploded and I wouldn’t have heard anything.

The shooting, however, managed to get everyone to shut up finally, and I returned the gun to the guard, apologising for emptying the ammo. He smirked as he reloaded, thanking me for shutting them up.

Turning to face the whole lot of them, who were all presently facing me, I strolled over and took my seat, while gesturing at the table at large. “Gentlemen, have a seat, and let’s discuss this like civilised people. What’s on the table?”

Victor, who had been sitting and sipping his tea seemingly for the entire time, waved and flashed a smile. “Finally, you got them to shut up. They’re talking about negotiating with the Council.”

I blinked. “That was what the entire drama was about?”

“Well, because it went from telling them to bugger off, to peace and then someone mentioned surrender. Don’t worry, that guy got thrown out about five minutes ago.” Victor replied with a nod.

“Okay, now it makes a bit more sense. To be honest, I was actually thinking peace.” I replied with a half-nod.

As if I had tossed kerosene into a pile of smouldering embers, the whole racket erupted again, and I rolled my eyes. Flayme also took that moment to enter the house, only to walk out at once, covering his ear-frills. I raised an eyeridge at him, while feeling his mind brush mine. <How do you put up with all that noise?>

As I got to my feet and slammed my fist onto the table, I replied to the dragon, <You get used to it.>, I subsequently glanced round as people generally quietened down a little, while Flayme walked back in. “Let me finish my bloody sentence!” I roared, half-realising that I was starting to bare my fangs.

That, thankfully, was enough to lower the noise to a more sane level as I resumed, “No matter what you people think, look around you at this small-ass town. Nothing works properly, everything is either half done or done half-fucked! Like it or not, we need time, and peace or even a temporary ceasefire will get us that. It seems that we got their attention too, since they offered negotiations, not us, so why not talk while we have their ears? We may not get this offer again, and I’m sure everyone remembers what their armies are like. The reality is that if they wanted, we’d certainly be squashed, question is only when. Now, I don’t know why we’re allowed to exist right now, and frankly, I don’t care. The only thing that matters is the survival of our organisation. Gentlemen, ideas may be bulletproof, but they do need time and stability to spread. Let’s talk with this Council, and when the time comes, let’s blow their bloody faces off!”

This led to some murmuring, but thankfully no more loud arguments. Victor and Ren Jie came over to talk.

“You’ve been mulling this over for quite a while, haven’t you?” Ren Jie remarked, though his thoughts seemed elsewhere.

I nodded while Victor spoke, “At least you made an argument for your motion, most of them just said ‘peace’ or ‘war’ and whatever. I tend to agree with you. Maintenance has been on my back saying that the regular raids on warehouses doesn’t exactly bode well for the internals of the trucks.”

“I thought those just involved driving to and from the place? Shouldn’t be that bad, right?” I replied, scratching my head.

Victor gave me a knowing smirk. “Not quite, bro. When we load up after the run, we have a tendency to load the vehicle to full capacity, and on one or two occasions, over capacity. It’s mostly suspension calibration issues for now, which can be handled, but they’re saying that we should let them take a look at the engines and stuff. We do have some engine oil and other nonsense for automotive maintenance lying around, but if we’re always driving the things there’s no chance to really get much done.”

“I see…” I replied with a nod, “You mean you people have been using all the tonners?”

“Well, not quite,” Victor replied, “But most are either for raids, or resupplying the permanent scouts, and on occasion, helping the civvies for general purpose stuff. We have 30% on downtime, but well, since tools are still mostly manual, we can’t really get much done…. Oh, and we got a big haul of solar panels last time. Looks like we will be building power plants.”

“Power plants huh, can be done, though you’ll need an electrical engineer for that. I can do dynamos, but to string those panels together is very far out of my job scope.” I replied, mentally noting that down.

Victor shrugged and pointed at Ren Jie. “Eh, I know. Manpower here is working on it. I’ve spoken to a few guys already. They’re in discussion for now.”

Ren Jie seemed to finally snap out of his thoughts to comment, “Yeah, we’re working on it. And yes, my branch will appreciate some downtime too, so you get my vote. I think the meeting is about done for now, we’ll decide probably tomorrow or the day after. I’ll update you.”

I nodded and left with Flayme, who seemed to be somewhat lost. “How do you manage to control them like that?”

I raised an eyeridge at him. “Control? Nah. More like being reasonable and having a proper argument. People listen if what you’re saying makes sense. Besides, I knew most of them before the war.”

Flayme gave an amused snort, but didn’t look very convinced as we walked to the dragons’ barracks. I went straight to Alys’ cell and knocked, while the guard, a blue dragon stepped aside while bowing. I recognised him as one of the defectors.

The interior actually looked quite comfortable, with a standard single bed, a desk, and a few candles here and there that flickered in the breeze as I swung the door open. Alys sat at the desk, staring up into space. However, his head snapped round the moment I strolled into the room.

He actually looked slightly surprised at my presence, “Ah, it is you. Is something the matter?”

I shook my head. “Not at the moment. Instead, I have a question for you regarding something you said to me earlier.”

The green dragon blinked and turned to face me properly, “And what if I decline to answer?”

“Then I get to scold you, and then go for dinner, but I haven’t even asked you anything yet.” I replied, leaning on the door, “Let me ask first, then you can go around declining, though I doubt you will. Deal?”

Alys himself looked somewhat confused, but nodded.

“Remember just before I had you healed, you suggested that I go and negotiate with the Council?” I added, as I adjusted my spot a little.

Another confused look, “I remember no such thing!”

Flayme slided over and shot Alys a very suspicious look, while muttering under his breath. “He does not lie.”

“Err, could it be that he just didn’t remember?” I asked, scratching my head for the umpteenth time that day.

Flayme chanted a bit more, before recoiling with a low warble. He did, however, calm himself quickly enough, “I sense strong residual magic. Someone used him to give you the message. He has no memory of it since he did not do it himself.”

“Ohh boy… That’s…not a good thing is it?” Folding my arms, I sighed. Another thing on my plate.

“I only know of one who can do such a thing. He used to be a friend…until he chose to march under the council’s wing. He is an extremely powerful mage, only comparable with Fyre and I. To have caught his eye, is somewhat beyond bad, friend. You must watch your step, for he loves to trap his prey, and you, my friend, have become his prey. I know not why he called for negotiations, but declining will be unwise. He will take it as an insult, and his rage knows no bounds.” Came the reply with an accompanying shiver.

“…and how do I go looking for this guy?” I replied, shooting a sideways glance at Alys who looked twice as disturbed as Flayme, probably because he had become someone’s puppet for those few moments.

“I know not, but Alys should know, since he was used as the messenger.” Flayme replied, shaking his head.

Alys himself, however seemed to be in no state to answer anything anyway. He had gone to his bed and curled up into a ball, muttering to himself. I walked over and patted him on the back, “You’ll be fine. It’s over now.”

Alys batted my hand away with a low growl. “No! You don’t understand! He is the High Mage of the Council! If he learns of my capture, he’ll send someone to silence me!”

“Not on my watch.” I snapped, pulling the unwilling dragon to his feet, “Now, talk. Where do I find this guy?”

“I…I don’t know! All I know is that he likes to sun himself on a large rock not far from here. He goes once a day, always at noon.” Came the reply.

“Good enough for me.” I replied, as Flayme and I left, while I had the guard doubled as I returned to my house.

I hurriedly scribbled the entire saga down onto a scrap of paper and had Fenek, who had just woken up, to bring it over to Victor. I ended up having a shot of beer, which I found to give me a slight haze, but didn’t make me drunk. Flayme sniffed at the glass for a moment, “You’re taking spirits, I see. Do you wish for me to clear your head for you?”

“Pfft. Beer isn’t a spirit, bro. That only has what, 5% alcohol. Spirits are things like vodka, with 40%. No thanks to the spell, though, I drink to get this. You know, what we had just now sounded like something straight out of a story book. Life is strange, isn’t it?” I replied, twirling the glass a little on the table.

Hector somehow managed to appear behind me and thumped me on the shoulder, making me jump, “Ha! And I thought you were free from the evils of this world!”

I shot him a smirk, “Wait long long, haha. I drank before the war, during and after. Turning into a flying lizard isn’t going to stop me!”

Hector just gave an extremely loud laugh, that I was sure the rest of the clan, who were all upstairs having lessons or something, could hear. However, before I could really say more, Fenek came stomping in, visibly fuming.

“I thought I asked you to give that up!” The brown dragon snapped, glaring. I shrugged and proceeded to flop onto the sofa. Fenek followed me, nagging the entire way.

Eventually, I got annoyed enough to retort, “Oh, shut up. I’m older than you anyway. I do whatever I want. Besides, in small amounts, alcohol improves circulation. On top of that, I’m not bloody drunk like last time!”

Fenek just sighed and gave me a defeated nod before sitting off to one side, muttering to himself. He was visibly upset and I ended up feeling bad for saying what I did.

I walked behind him and scratched him behind the horns, eliciting a reluctant purr from the dragon, while Flayme looked on, amused. Fenek ended up sighing, “Very well, I won’t bother you if you drink a little.”

I petted his head a little before flopping back onto the sofa. “Good to hear. Have the new guys settled in yet?”

Fenek nodded, toying with the glass as he replied. “Sythes says that it is done. Perhaps you should speak with them once they settle in?”

“Probably. I’ll see to it tomorrow. I assume you know about the new development?” I replied, while tossing my cap onto the table.

“Yes.” The brown dragon replied, a note of worry creeping into his tone…
Resistance C41: Discussion
And after another long delay, another chapter. Something's brewing...

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Of course, the biggest issue of the discussion was what to do with the prisoners. Obviously, killing the whole lot was them was out of the question, though I would have been lying if I said that it was not considered at some point. However, we eventually decided to throw all of them into a designated area, which would be decided by the city's management, which had gone into hiding, and just come back out. Seeing no point in redoing the top echelons of the city itself, and after some conferring with the residents, we handed them back their jurisdiction. They were subsequently made to give their prisoners' oaths.
Eventually, the prisoners were all regulated to one of the larger houses, given their sheer number. The initial plan put forward was actually to throw them to the slums, but I would have none of it. That would just come back to bite us in the arse later in the form of a rebellion. In retaliation, the city threw them under our charge.
We set pretty m

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Chapter 42: Negotiations
In the end, I fell asleep again and missed dinner. Atheros was the one who woke me the next day. “Father, the rest of the commanders have already gathered! They’re waiting for you!”
Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I groaned, “Oh?”
“Yes! You must hurry!” Came the reply as he dragged me out of bed, and to the door, where I actually started walking properly. He passed me my cap there.
Since we were practically at Victor’s door already, I told Atheros to follow me in. As he had said, everyone was already waiting, including Fenek, who had kept a seat for me.
Victor started the moment I sat down. “Alright, we got your message, so it is decided that you’ll go and talk with the council person.”
I nodded, sipping the provided water while Victor continued, “You will go in a convoy of two rovers, with the eight dragons, the special ones, plus one driver, and another one of your choice. The
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