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

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

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


Service ended. Move along. hahaha

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

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

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

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

Twitter: Tanorath_Drgn follow me for nonsense~

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

Tano'rath out.


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

Tano'rath out.

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Resistance
Chapter 56: War in our time

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

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

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

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

“What?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about the hairballs?”

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

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

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

“A what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They stopped dead to stare at me for a minute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be honest, I was actually quite surprised that Drak’rrth did not turn up at our gates with some huge army within the hour. Thank goodness for politics I guess…
Resistance
Chapter 55: Allies

I was nudged into wakefulness by Atheros.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you wish to talk…”

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

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

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

Next chapter:  Resistance C56: War In Our TimeResistance
Chapter 56: War in our time
I woke to the sound of hammering on the door. I wondered where Fenek had gone, while dragging myself off the sofa. As an afterthought, I slipped my pistol into its holster as I made my way to the door. The house was already dimmed, so I guessed that I had slept half the day away…
Yes, it was peacetime, but it wouldn’t do to be complacent. Holding the gun behind my back, I pulled the door open to reveal Sythes.
“You could have just come straight in, you know?” I remarked, standing aside.
I was promptly pulled out into the street and had the door slammed shut behind me. “We must hurry!”
“What?!”
“Drak’rrth, he is in a rage!” Sythes retorted, “I don’t know how, but he has found out about our alliance! He wishes to start the war once again!”
I holstered my pistol. “I highly doubt my presence will solve anything in that case. Does Gareth know?”
“I do n
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Resistance
Chapter 54: Arguments

The way back was mostly uneventful, and I ended up chatting with Fenek most of the time.

I nearly crashed into Faelius as a result. He was sitting smack on the border, eyeing the patrols with interest. By then, I was already half asleep, and since there was nothing exciting on the way, save for a toilet break, it had pretty much been me driving in a straight line.

At the sound of my cursing and the squealing of the brakes as I swerved, Faelius’ head snapped round. Upon seeing the two of us, he smiled. “Ah, it is you.”

“Who asked you to let yourself fall asleep? You could have crashed!” Fenek nearly shouted, glaring at me as I swore a few more times.

I paused to wave at Faelius, then glared at Fenek. “Diam la! You let me sleep just now, then wait until people going to crash then make noise!”

Fenek returned my glare, but Faelius cut in, “Your sentries refuse to allow me passage.”

“Well, no surprise there. The border is supposed to be closed.” I replied with a shrug.

“So, am I to return to Council lands, even after speaking up?”

“No. You just wait here, while I go back and argue with people. I’ll get you in.” I replied, gesticulating for effect, “But you’d damned well had better not be a bloody spy. I’ll shoot you myself if you are.”

Faelius gave me a slightly confused look as I drove off, and across the border, pausing to have my identity verified.

After a relatively short drive, I found myself rolling into the city once again. Although nothing much had changed, I could tell that cogs were in motion. The walls were being shored up, and in some places extended, while at the vehicle maintenance area, I glimpsed power lines and solar panels. I was quite sure I saw a few other power lines being run all over the place. Near the north gate, which was the one I had driven through, a complex was being built to facilitate our training…

Still, it was quite a lot to be done in a week. Perhaps the civilian side had finally gotten round to coordinating with us…

I entered the house to find the children missing. Fenek helpfully pointed out that while Atheros was at training, the rest of them were at school. Apparently, the new school had opened around a day ago, and Silvera had gone down to enrol the whole group of them. It would have been good to enrol Atheros in the school too, but he had decided to go for the army training instead.

In fact, Agenor wanted me to push him to go to school instead. As much as I wanted to let him do what he wanted, I tended to agree.

Half remembering that I was supposed to get Faelius into the town, I strolled over to Victor’s place. As usual, he was sitting around with a book. I recounted to him the general idea of what happened, though I added that I would write about what else happened in a report later.

“So, he wants to defect?”

I nodded. “A bit fishy, but he seems legit. I think we let him in, then keep an eye out. Might open the door to more of them, maybe even link us up to their own network.”

He shook his head. “Still quite risky.”

“Eh, I know, but it’s a start I guess?”

“Point taken. How was lizard land?” He replied, putting his book away. “I’ll get the paperwork for the dragon, but he becomes your problem, yeah?”

“Lizard land? Wish it was as fun as what you called it. It was a propaganda fiesta. Boring as hell.” I shrugged, “Eh, aren’t all the dragons here my problem?”

“No surprise, and yup, the dragons are all your problem, speaking of which, I think you’re rostered to conduct range for them tomorrow. You might want to get a copy of the timetable.” He replied, grabbing a piece of paper and a stamp. He scribbled some orders stating that Faelius was to be allowed in as a defector, stamped it with what turned out to be a random unit’s stamp, signed it then passed it to me. “There. Pass it to the guards. You’ll need to sign too, though.”

“Eh, thanks. Where do I get the roster?” I replied, scrawling my signature on the paper with the offered pen.

Victor huffed and passed me his copy instead. “Ah, nevermind. Take mine. I have a second copy somewhere.”

I nodded and went off, going home to pin up the roster, and scribbled down a few lines for my report. While I did so, Fenek looked through the orders from Victor.

“Shall we fly to meet him?” He quipped, as I got up.

I yawned. “Lazy.”

“I don’t think you have a choice. Fuel is being rationed, you know.” He retorted, folding his arms.

I huffed. “No surprise. Fine.”

I received a triumphant look from Fenek as we strolled to the gate, still having to let the guardhouse know that we were flying there. On the way, we bumped into Sythes, who seemed to be undergoing some training as he ran past, pausing to wave and to flash a smile. We hurried past, seeing a huge group of dragons charging behind him, obviously engaged in some sort of war games and such, or possibly playing a sport. I had no idea.


After signing out at the guardhouse, we proceeded out the gates and took flight, with me fumbling with the paper, trying to stuff it into one of my magazine pouches.

“Perhaps you should have put it away while we were walking.” Fenek remarked as he glided beside me.

I gave him a very pointed look, as I folded the paper and stuffed it into one of the pouches. “No shit.”

Eventually, we got to the border, and landed in between, Faelius and one of the guards, who seemed to have been engaged in a rather heated argument, and although I couldn’t quite make out what the shouting was on about while flying, it could be heard from quite some distance away.

“Calm down, what’s going on here?”

Faelius snapped round the moment he heard me talking, “Your guards threatened me!”

“Huh, what?!” I turned to look at the guard himself, one of Sythes’ soldiers, a blue dragon, like Faelius, but with mottled black markings on his back. “Report.”

“He’s been standing there for a long time, commander, and has been giving us sour looks. I feared that he was up to no good, so I warned him.” He replied, not sounding too happy.

Subsequently, the two of them ended up staring each other down and growling while I mulled things over. Fenek sat off to one side, twiddling his thumbs. Eventually, I stepped in between the two of them again. “My guard was within his power to warn you, since you were glaring at them, and it’s also my fault for not telling them about you. Anyway, you’ve been approved.” I added, passing the paper to the guard and sending him along to the guardhouse, while the three of us followed.

The orders were brought to the duty commander, who looked through it and nodded, giving me the go ahead to bring Faelius in. However, I had to go and dig up the can of yellow paint that they kept, and painted a set of markings of Faelius so that the others would know not to arrest him.

Eventually, I ended up bringing him into the town, and having him report to Sythes, who would see to his accommodation and such. Subsequently, I had to settle administrative matters such as collecting the keys for the rest of the block, as my request had gone through. It was an understatement to say that Sythes and gang were thrilled with the expanded accommodations.

Of course, I had to have a word with Flayme about having Faelius followed discretely.

After a quick lunch, I went about writing my report, though it took a while for me to figure out how I was going to explain my getting kidnapped out of the blue and the arrival of a new faction. Frankly, I ended up hoping that they wouldn’t dismiss me as mad or something. It was a really tall tale.

Either way, it took me quite a while to get the whole thing done, as I would randomly remember a detail here and there that I had left out, and would have to backtrack to add it in. If anything, the whole thing looked like an essay from a primary school kid, with cancellations everywhere, and bits of information inserted all over the places.

However, I ended up redoing it several times as the phrasing didn’t sound quite right, and in some bits, there didn’t seem to be a way to get it across without it sounding completely ridiculous.

Either way, I had to submit it to the rest of the defence ministry (we’re being called that now apparently), and then explain the whole thing. As much as I would have liked to just bring the whole lot of them to see the third faction, I had no way to do so. Hence, all I could do was to tell the tale.

I actually wanted to go and sleep once I was done with that, but instead, I was summoned to speak with Drak’rrth. Honestly, it would have been well within my rights to say no, but I doubted if that would have been taken well at all.

I ended up dragging myself all the way to his embassy, already half asleep. When I arrived, I found that he was already waiting outside in his large form, tail lashing impatiently. As I walked over, his head snapped round to stare.

“I see that your manners have not improved.” He sneered, eyeballing me.

I scoffed, “And to what do I owe the honour of being insulted?”

The large dragon shoved his snout in front of me, teeth barred. “You have breached the terms of the treaty, and broken your word. Explain yourself!”

“I neither breeched nor broke anything.” I snapped, folding my arms. At the back of my mind, I felt Fenek start. He was dropping everything to come over.

“Then, why did you bring that traitor into your lands?”

“Faelius? He asked. I didn’t do anything, so I breeched none of the terms. Don’t overreact.” I snapped, annoyed.

I received a needlessly loud growl in response. “Do not deceive me!”

Out of nowhere, Fenek came barging in, being more overprotective than usual, and basically making it even more difficult for me. I had to grab him by his shoulders to get him to stop skittering around in a panic. “Calm the fuck down. Both of you.” I folded my arms. “First things first, Fenek, I’m in one piece, so stop fussing. Drak’rrth, do not jump to conclusions. Faelius was the one who broached the topic with me. I didn’t mention anything. If you don’t believe me, ask him.”

Fenek actually calmed down, surprisingly, while Drak’rrth paused. I went in for the kill. It was actually a shame that there was no table for me to slam for effect, but putting daggers into my tone sufficed. “There’s no point in having you in my city if you go on jumping to conclusions all the time. Anyone can do that. If you find something weird, ask. No need for confrontations like this, and arguments all day long. It gets you nowhere, and generally spoils everyone’s day. He sought asylum, and I saw fit to grant it. That is all. I did not explicitly ask him to defect or whatever.”

Drak’rrth nodded. I was actually quite surprised that he didn’t try to argue, but I wasn’t about to question that. “I shall relay your words to the Council, but they are currently debating the border matter. I will take my leave.”

With that, he trod off, while I was left with Fenek.

“You should rest.” Was the first thing the brown dragon said to me.

“No argument there.” I replied with a shrug, and walked home with him.

Fenek opened the door for me to reveal the family having dinner. I made a beeline for the sofa, intending to sleep, only to have Fenek drag me to the dinner table and shove a plate of food in front of me. “I will not have you skipping meals.”

From his tone, it was obvious that he was not going to take no for an answer, so I obliged, after exchanging pleasantries with the others, of course. I recounted to them what transpired while I was in the Academy, though I neglected to mention the wolves. I even remembered to pass along the message for Atheros.

Before crashing onto the sofa, I passed my report to Fenek and asked him to pass it to Victor. I told him that he could read it if he wanted. Didn’t matter, though, as I knew that he was going to read it anyway.
Resistance C54: Arguments
I'M NOT DEAD YET. Just had exams =.=

Anyway, next chapter is here, someone's not having a very good day, and someone else is looking for trouble! Let's see where this goes, yeah?

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Chapter 53: Training
I woke to the sound of knocking on the door. Groaning, I rolled around in bed and tried to ignore it, muttering to myself about it still being quite dark out. However, the knocking did not let up, and I ended up getting out of bed to open the door, which slid open to reveal the same dragon from the day before.
“Good morning!” He quipped, obviously full of energy.
I tried to reply but only succeeded in grunting. I needed my caffeine.
I did, however, invite him in as I went to the kitchen and started looking for tea. I was unsuccessful and ended up with water along with a piece of bread. It didn’t smell bad and wasn’t fuzzy, so I figured that it must be safe.
“Perhaps you should wake earlier next time to prepare your breakfast, as we actually have to go now.” He interjected, and motioned to the door. “It’s quite a long walk, but a short flight.”
I put on my belt, slung the rifle and retrieved my pistol.

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Chapter 55: Allies
I was nudged into wakefulness by Atheros.
“Father, you’re supposed to be on duty!”
I groaned and rolled over. “Not till the afternoon. And you’re supposed to be in school.”
“I chose to learn to fight instead, Father. Do you not remember?” He replied, head cocked.
I nodded. “Yup, but I’m asking you to go to school instead. There’s always another day to train, Atheros.”
He shot me an incredulous look, and I got up, beckoning him to sit next to me. “School is more important. That’s what I’m trying to say. You’ll go further, even in the military with an education. I won’t stop you if you insist on training, but I’d advise you to go to school.”
Atheros paused. “Perhaps you’re right, Father. I shall think about it.”
I nodded and patted him on the shoulder. “Good.”
Subsequently, I ended up cooking for the family as they t
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Resistance
Chapter 53: Training

I woke to the sound of knocking on the door. Groaning, I rolled around in bed and tried to ignore it, muttering to myself about it still being quite dark out. However, the knocking did not let up, and I ended up getting out of bed to open the door, which slid open to reveal the same dragon from the day before.

“Good morning!” He quipped, obviously full of energy.

I tried to reply but only succeeded in grunting. I needed my caffeine.

I did, however, invite him in as I went to the kitchen and started looking for tea. I was unsuccessful and ended up with water along with a piece of bread. It didn’t smell bad and wasn’t fuzzy, so I figured that it must be safe.

“Perhaps you should wake earlier next time to prepare your breakfast, as we actually have to go now.” He interjected, and motioned to the door. “It’s quite a long walk, but a short flight.”

I put on my belt, slung the rifle and retrieved my pistol. “And an even shorter drive.” I added on, grabbing my keys as the both of us walked out.

“Perhaps you should fly instead? Your…machine will draw much attention.” He remarked, climbing in anyway.

“This is faster. Besides, the whole turning into a dragon package didn’t include flight lessons. I don’t know how to fly, well not properly anyway.” I replied, starting the engine and driving off. It occurred to me to check my cap, only to find that I hadn’t taken it off the day before anyway.

The dragon stared at me for a moment in some really poorly concealed astonishment. His mouth worked for a short while, but nothing came out. I chuckled. “I was a human not too long ago. Humans can’t fly, so yeah. Besides, I’ve been…busy.”

A nod. “I see.”

As we drove down the street, the vehicle turned heads as usual. If I wasn’t so busy trying not to run people over, I would have made funny faces at them. The dragons I could forgive, since they had no idea what the car even was. On the other hand, the humans would also wander all over the place, with no regard for the fact that there was an oncoming vehicle. Yes, it had been some years, but wasn’t the sound of the engine not enough to trigger the old habits?

Of course, as I drove past, some would stop and talk amongst themselves, pointing and then whispering. My reputation obviously preceded me.

Eventually, I was taken to the central building again, and brought to some random room on the fourth floor. Again, I was told to wait, while my chaperone went off. I somewhat regretted not taking some more food along with me, but it was already way too late for that. I toyed with the idea of going back to get some, but thought better of it.

Eventually, humans and dragons began to stream in, all sitting on the floor like me. More or less all of them gave me a wide berth. No surprise, really, since they were most probably subject to some form of propaganda here.

However, out of nowhere popped this rather large-sized human guy, who plonked himself next to me. His black hair was a bird’s nest, along with his eyebrows which were no better. His brown eyes snapped round almost at once and made contact with me. Next to him sat a blue dragon, which looked to be disapproving of his companion’s choice of seat.

“AH! You’re the one!” He wasted no time in trying to start a conversation. Frankly, with that huge voice of his, I found myself becoming extremely self-conscious as everyone snapped round to stare.

Obviously, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. All I really wanted to do was to clock my time and vanish… “Er, guess so?”

“Hi! My name’s Dany! I’ve heard a lot about you!” He added, completely oblivious to the fact that the entire room was staring at him, “Are the stories about you true?”

I was feeling more and more awkward by the minute. I wondered if this was a ploy to embarrass me or something, but he really didn’t look like the sort. Hence, I decided to entertain him a little. There was nothing to do anyway, and it was not as if I had very much dignity left, considering that everyone was staring at me too.

“Stories? I didn’t even know there were stories.” I replied with a half-smile. Maybe this would even help to get the rest to open up a little, and soften the stares directed at me.

“Oh…OH, I almost forgot, this is Fovahlok!” He added, pointing at the blue dragon, who looked to be none too pleased with being the centre of attention all of a sudden. Dany, however, was still unfazed as he continued, “Oh, everyone’s heard them, about how you took on an entire army and won, and how you steamrolled a city in a day!”

‘Well, the rumour mill must have been working overtime on those…’ I mused, as I nodded to Fovahlok as a way of greeting, while I replied, “Entire army huh. I didn’t know that inflation is so bad these days. It was just a detachment, actually. Plus, I do have help. As for the city thing….eh, I cheated, so it doesn’t really count.”

Fovahlok shot me a withering look for actually entertaining the question, but kept quiet as Dany burst out laughing. “Ah, but you won! That’s what counts, right?”

Well, that got awkward quickly. “Well, yes,” I could practically smell the amount of disapproval swirling around in the room, “But I suggest we talk about things like that another time…in private preferably. Things are getting a wee bit awkward in here.”

The man paused and finally realised what was going on. “OH. Sorry! Perhaps we’ll have dinner at my place instead?”

Well, it was not as if I could refuse. There was no food at my hostel or whatever I was supposed to call it. I ended up nodding and shaking his proffered hand.

We subsequently ended up talking about more banal topics (The weather is terrible! Yes, it has been so hot!), up until this lanky green dragon strolled in. He had the airs of a teacher, and introduced himself as Althos.

“Alright, all of you runts, I’ll be testing your fighting skills today, so that we can sort you according to your skills and talents. We shall begin now.” Well, this guy seemed to be in a hurry.

He randomly pointed at someone and told them to spar with him. Within a count to three, the stunned human was on the floor, rubbing his head. He was followed by his dragon, the next pair and so on.

Since he was so good at it, I wondered why he bothered to be in such a hurry. I was quite sure no one lasted for longer than half a minute, even those that looked to be martial arts trained, judging from their starting stances and such.

It went on and on, up to the point that it was just plain ridiculous. This guy had people charge him with swords, axes and daggers, but almost without fail, the attacker would end up on the floor. Every time someone fell, I would wince.

Of course, there would be the handful that could floor him, but people of that calibre were few and far between…

Eventually, I was the only one not nursing some bruise, or twisted ankle or some other form of injury.

Althos smirked as he beckoned me over. “Ah, you! The soldier! Let’s see what you can do!” He didn’t seem to care about the fact that I was from the other side of the border. I hoped that that was a good thing.

I nodded and walked up. All I really did was to cock and raise the rifle, without the magazine of course. I depressed the trigger, and as the gun let out a loud metallic click, I added, “Dead.”

“Hah! That doesn’t count! Think fast!” The next thing I knew, he was trying to pull the rifle out of my grasp.

I smirked, and did the exact same thing to him that I had done to Atheros. I allowed him to pull the gun forward, added a little force of my own and jabbed him in the gut. However, his grip tightened and he wretched the rifle out of my grasp. The gun was tossed aside as I dodged a blow. As I ducked, I drew my pistol and slammed the butt onto his exposed shoulder. Althos grunted, and parried, nearly breaking through my guard. As he swung, his flank was exposed. Seeing my opening, I pulled one of his legs out from under him, causing him to lose balance and fall. A lapse of concentration on his end. I was lucky.

Before he could recover, I jabbed him in the snout with the pistol. “At this range, I think it counts.”

Althos broke out laughing. “Yes, I agree. You have a most interesting style.”

“Nah. I was lucky.” I replied with a smirk as I helped him up.

The dragon snorted. “More like I’m getting old, hatchling. Well met. You live up to your reputation as a warrior.”

“I’ll take that as a complement.” I muttered, before retrieving my rifle.

Subsequently, we were broken into three groups, those that couldn’t fight at all, those that could fight a little and those that could fight. I was actually surprised that they elected to teach me this, since I could bring the knowledge back and look for weaknesses, but I wasn’t complaining.

Either way, another three instructors came in and took over the other while Althos himself supervised. The instructor that took my group was this burly orange dragon, who even walked with attitude.

“Alright, all of you good-for-nothings, let’s get started. You there, come forward. I shall demonstrate with you! Come on, charge me!” He was all bravado, trying to be mean and fierce, yet trying not to be? It was a bit annoying, but actually quite funny.

He would scream and shout and put people down, then pick them up seconds later. He would shoot a string of insults at you, then try to complement you a second later. I ended up snickering at the back, while cycling through the stances that were being taught. He seemed so confused, undecided on whether to be the villain or not, and if anything, he made a clown out of himself. It took a phenomenal amount of control to not have myself burst out laughing.

The worst part was that he was still trying to pick on certain people, and didn’t bother to hide it at all. Seeing it as not really my place, I kept quiet.

However, that made him target me. “You! Hat dragon! What’s so funny, eh? I like your hat, though. And your clubs too.”

Well, this guy had obviously not been briefed. Still shaking from my suppressed laughter, I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Says the one who giggles like an idiot! Tell me, what is your name, runt? Not that you’re very small, or stupid.” He attempted to retort.

I ended up rolling on the floor laughing, unable to reply at all.

While rolling, my pistol must have popped out of its holster, and somehow made its way into the grip of the instructor. I was too busy laughing to notice that, nor did I realise that I was being stared at by everyone. Again.

It was not until I saw the Instructor staring down the barrel of the pistol that I stopped. Not only that, he had his finger on the trigger too. If it was cocked…

I snatched the gun out of his hands and holstered it, fuming at his obvious lack of regard for safety. “Eh, fuck you, understand!? You cock or you cock?! You don’t take a bloody weapon and stare down the barrel! Nevermind barrel, you don’t do that with a sword either! Chibai!”

The dragon growled. “Show some respect, Runt!”

Respect?! You’re talking to me about respect?! If you don’t respect others, why the hell should I respect you!?”

Snarling, the dragon threw a clumsy punch, and I dodged it with ease. “You call that a punch?! My grandmother can do better than that, and she’s dead!” I snapped, growling involuntarily.

At this point, Althos stepped in and pulled the two of us apart. “ENOUGH!” He roared, staring the both of us down.

The both of us fell silent, together with the rest, who had gathered to watch.

“Get out, the both of you, and do not return until you’ve settled your dispute.” He snapped, pushing the two of us to the door.

We ended up standing outside in the corridor, looking awkwardly at each other. Knowing that I had been in the wrong for shouting at him in the first place, I decided to break the silence once he looked to have cooled off. “Sorry about shouting at you back there.”

The instructor huffed. “It was just a club. Why did you make such a fuss over it?”

“They didn’t brief you, did they? Were you supposed to take the class today?”

“No, they did not tell me that this class would be any different, and no, I’m standing in as the original teacher is unwell.” He replied, “How is this relevant?”

No wonder. I pulled the magazine out of the pistol and showed him the rounds. “Relevant because you almost painted the wall with your brains just now.”

“This is a-“

“Gun, yes,” I filled in the blank for him. “I guess you know who I am now?”

“They didn’t tell me that you would be here today. I thought you would only be here seven days for now.” He replied, his tone substantially different. Was that fear I smelt? “Perhaps I over reacted just now.”

I shrugged. “Perhaps.”

“But why do you think that I give others no respect?”

“Well, you pick on people, be it conscious or not. It shows a lack of respect. I saw it, as did the rest of the class. You might want to work on that.” I replied flatly, bracing myself for another outburst.

Surprisingly, the dragon nodded. “Ah, that. It has been pointed out more than once. I’m trying to address the problem, and to soften my words. Perhaps the effect is uneven in the class.”

That explained the bipolar statements. “Don’t try too hard. If you want to be fierce, just be fierce to everyone. You’re a fighting instructor. No one is going to fault you for that.”

“Perhaps, but there have been many complaints.”

“Doesn’t matter. Aggression is part and parcel of fighting. Besides, some people really can’t take that kind of thing. That’s normal.” I replied, scratching my head.

“You speak like an instructor yourself, but I hear that you’re a leader.” He replied, sounding confused.

“My role in the army was an instructor for my men, and it continues to be up till now. I don’t lead. The whole thing is run by a committee.” I replied with another shrug, “What is it with you people? Why do you guys all think that I singlehandedly lead an army and two cities?”

“That is what the council tells us,” Came the reply, “and I must say that they painted a very different picture of you. My name is Aurak, Tano’rath, and it has been a surprising honour to meet you. Perhaps one day we shall meet in battle.”

I smirked, “Preferably on the same side of the battle.”

“Hah! Perhaps! The future is unpredictable! But for now, let us resume our training.” He replied with a laugh, before leading me back into the room. He stopped to explain it all to Althos, before resuming sparring with me.

He was actually quite good, pointing out here and there the errors in my stance and form, how I over depended on my weapons, and of course, how to use my extra appendages. Perhaps I would come out of this with something useful after all, as I ended up being taught the dragon equivalent of kung fu.

Once the class was done, I thanked Aurak before going off with the chaperone, who brought me to another room. This one was filled with chairs and tables, all obviously designed with dragons in mind. There was even a hole at the bottom of the back rest for my tail, and indentations on the backrest itself for my wings.

I was asked to sit at one of the tables and was given a stack of papers. “You are to be tested.”

I looked at the rather thick sheets of paper, and the spidery handwriting with which the questions were written down in. “Tested on what?”

“Everything.” He replied, as he passed me a quill, “Don’t worry, the test is rather simple, and this quill will not run out of ink.”

I shot him a withering look as I flipped through the test paper. Other than some really basic math, the rest of the questions were about magic, or the dragons’ history. I left all of them blank, and handed in the paper after ten minutes.

“I think it’s safe to say that I’m going to fail this.” I remarked, leaning back as he flipped through the paper.

“No. This will determine what class you will have to go for from now on. It seems that your mathematics is passable, but your studies and magical knowledge are moot. Are you sure?”

“Yup.” I replied, giving him the biggest smile that I could. “I’m one dragon who cannot fly, doesn’t know how to use magic, and knows nothing about history.”

The awkward response was, “…then perhaps you’re not a very good dragon?”

“That’s probably why Drak’rrth sent me here.” I replied with a sigh.

“You address the High Mage by his name?!”

“He told me that he was Drak’rrth, and not that he was your high mage.” I replied bluntly. “So, that’s all for today?”

“Did you not hear me? You have classes to attend!” The dragon protested, thrashing his tail a little for emphasis.

“Don’t you have to plan a timetable or something?”

“It is already done. Your next class begins soon. We should go.” He replied, gesturing to the door for emphasis.

“What?!...oh right, magic. Fine.” I grumbled, and followed him.

“The lesson we’re going for is specially catered for you.” He remarked, bringing me up so many flights of stairs that I lost count, “Today, you’ll learn to do what all of us learn when we’re hatchlings.”

“How to walk and fly?”

“More or less. Many have already noticed that the way you walk is strange, and it isn’t good for your legs if you keep walking like that.” He added, still bringing me up what could have been the millionth flight of stairs for all I knew.

“Point taken. One thing I don’t understand, though.” I replied, yawning.

He seemed confused by my random question. “What is there not to understand?”

“Why are you people going out of your way to help anyway? I’m technically an enemy of the state, you know.”

He paused to regard me. “Ah, that. You’re one of us. That is a good enough reason.”

One of you?” I replied, confused.

“You forget that you are a dragon both in body and spirit now, not to mention the fact that you’re the companion of another. We care for our own. They actually discussed sending a teacher to you, but we feared that our intentions would be misunderstood.” He replied, finally bringing me off the stairs and into a rather large room, which had a ridiculously high ceiling.

“So you got me to come here. Makes sense. Convey my gratitude to the relevant people I guess.” I added, half-smiling. I actually hoped that this was actually the truth, but knowing the Council, there was probably some ulterior motive in play…

He nodded before going off. I ended up fiddling with my pistol again, until a shadow fell over me.

“Ah, so you’re the one the Director has been going on and on about.” A voice floated down from above.

I looked up at the large blue dragon that loomed over me. As usual, the dragon in his quad form made me feel tiny. “Seems like the whole world has been going on and on about me.”

He snorted, “Perhaps. You’re quite famous, given what the Council has been saying about you. I just find it amusing that you’re a dragon who doesn’t know how to use his own wings.”

I shrugged. “Didn’t come with the package I guess, and I’ve been more than a bit busy, mind you. To whom am I speaking?”

The blue smirked. “You lack manners and have attitude. I like you already. I am Faelius, and I’ve been tasked with making a dragon out of you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “As long as I don’t end up going home in a cardboard box. When do we start?”

“Ha! Finally, a student with a sense of humour!” He added as he pointed to a random table, “You’ll have to put your things there first, though. Flying without weight is easier.”

I glanced pointedly at my rifle, then my pistol. “Er, these are weapons. I don’t want to come back and find them missing; or worse, to find that someone blew their brains out while fiddling with one…”

Faelius scoffed. “The others know better than to touch the belongings of a fellow student. Theft carries a very heavy punishment here. Fear not for your items, Tano’rath.”

Unloading the pistol anyway, I dumped everything on the table, and walked over to the huge blue dragon, who gave me an amused look.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, young one?”

I had already dumped everything onto the table, including my cap. “I don’t think so?”

“Look at me, then look at yourself, then think again.” He replied, laughing to himself.

“I don’t-… Oh, right.”

Faelius sat himself on his haunches and regarded me, his blue eyes twinkling. “To change your form, focus on your desired configuration. To revert to your true size, simply focus on changing.”

I found myself scratching my head absentmindedly. “So, I just focus on changing back?”

“Yes, and don’t take all day about it!”

I did as instructed and focused on going back to the natural form. At first, I didn’t notice anything, but a moment later, I found myself standing on all fours, slightly disorientated. On top of that, everything in the room looked tiny. I guessed that I was larger than a house at this size…

Faelius padded over beside me. He still seemed to be bigger. “Very good!”

I tried to shrug, but given my now quadruped stance and the sheer size of my shoulders, it looked ridiculous. “Er, thanks?”

“Do you know how to launch yourself?” He added, glancing at the far side of the otherwise empty room.

“Well, I can…run? Like ten steps, I think?” I replied rather sheepishly, realising that I hadn’t spent any time trying to figure anything out.

“Well, I could use magic to pass you the knowledge, young one, but that would be no fun, and way too easy for someone like you. Come, we shall run till you can outrun me!” With that, Faelius bolted towards the other end of the room.

I managed to get maybe five steps in before faceplanting. Meanwhile, Faelius zoomed past, already on his second lap. “Your technique is there. Just watch your balance!”

I tried again, and managed to get off to a shaky start, while Faelius zoomed past me again. This was starting to look like some looney tunes cartoon, and I was feeling well and truly embarrassed.

However, for what felt like hours, I ran after the blue dragon, with him egging me on, while giving me tips on how to use my tail, and how to throw myself forward.

The moment I caught up with him, his wings snapped open. With a mighty leap, he sailed upwards, and started wheeling around lazily, circling me as I ran. “Now, you launch yourself. Open your wings, flap and jump!”

I tried and rammed head first into a wall. Shaking my head amidst the laughing from the dragon, I muttered, “Easier said than done.”

“No one manages to fly on their first try, friend. Go, run and try again!” His voice echoed up from above as he wheeled around.

Muttering to myself about preferring to drive, I sprinted again. At least, this time, I managed to get it mostly right, and with a fell flaps, I was off the ground, wobbling in the air.

“Keep moving! Follow me and go in circles.”

I complied, and although I had the appropriate instincts there to guide me, I couldn’t wheel properly. I would wobble all over the place, turn too much then turn too little.

“You’re too tense. Relax! Don’t overthink!” The blue shouted down as he kept pace beside me.

I tried relaxing, noting an absence of a fear of heights. Being a dragon did have its privileges. I found my path stabilise into a nice circle, and I wheeled with Faelius, who nodded in approval.

I was subsequently taught how to stop, how to make sudden turns, and how to hunt, though I doubted if I would have to do the latter. I even had time to note that the paint on my arm had been scaled up together with the rest of me. The quadruped form did have its elegance, and I began to understand why the dragons favoured this form.

Eventually, after going through a few more advanced techniques, and some more practice that left me pretty flat out, we stopped for lunch… Even that, became a lesson, since Lunch was raw meat, intended to be cooked with one’s own flame breath, or with magic, neither of which I knew how to use.

Flame breath seemed to be easy enough, but all I managed to do was to burp, much to Faelius’ amusement. It took a while, but I managed to get it after a few tries. I plopped myself down and started chewing on the slightly singed meat. I actually almost asked for utensils, but stopped myself.

Faelius pointed at the chevrons on my foreleg. “Why have you been painted on?”

I glanced at it, “Oh, that? It’s my rank.”

Faelius nodded, “And what would your rank be, young one?”

“Second sergeant. Basically middle management.” I replied, still chewing on the meat. My appetite was really voracious.  It must have been all the physical activity, coupled with the fact that the food actually wasn’t half bad.

Of course, I was subsequently drawn into the ‘don’t you command the whole resistance’ conversation again, and ended up explaining again that I did not. However, at least Faelius seemed to be quite sensible about it, pointing out that the Council tended to exaggerate sometimes.

“Sometimes is an understatement, I’d think.” I replied with a huff.

The dragon chuckled. “Perhaps, but they have their reasons.”

I smirked. “Don’t we all.”

“True. Some might even agree with yours instead of theirs.” He interjected, his tone changing completely.

I paused, narrowing my eyes. ”You know, if this is a trick, you’re going to have to do much better than that. Besides, I’m not supposed to go around recruiting people.”

“Perhaps, but what if people approach you, hmm?”

“Then it becomes your problem.” I replied flatly, “I can’t stop you if you want to follow me back, but Drak’rrth will have my head for it, probably.”

“…have your head?”

“Metaphorically. He’ll probably kick up a huge fuss about it or something.” I replied with a sigh.

“It is surprising that you don’t fear the High Mage. You’ll do well to fear his power.” Faelius replied with a slight cringe.

“Yeah, I know. My side has heard a little.” I replied with a sigh, “Eh, but we have our own tricks up our sleeves.”

“Ah! Your machines, no doubt! But I’ve heard little about them. The Council is not very generous with information about your…faction.”

I smirked. “Rightly so, since we proved to them that some of the things that they say are complete bullshit.”

“An example is in order, I believe.”

I gave him my best salesman’s smile. “Join us and find out!”

I spent the next few minutes rolling around laughing at the dragon’s confused expression. I simply couldn’t resist putting that in.

However, when I stopped, I found that Faelius had actually seriously considered what I had said, as he replied, “Perhaps I will. This remains between the both of us, yes?”

I glanced over, stomach aching a little from laughing too much. “Yup.”

“I want your word and your honour. Dragons do not lie.” He pressed on, staring me in the eye.

“Fine, though the Council…”

“They believe themselves above the code. That is a different matter. You are a most intriguing individual.” He replied, flicking his tail.

“No, I meant they might come after you for saying that.” I added, slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

“I doubt it. I am but a commoner, and I have chosen not to join in the sea of minds. I chose not to start a clan either, so I believe that I shall not be missed.” He replied with a chuckle, “Besides, I don’t want to be locked away here teaching the same thing over and over again when I could be on the battlefield, fighting against the deceivers!”

He obviously didn’t like the council very much, and I wondered if there was actually a movement out there by the dragons themselves to overthrow the Council. However, I still found this highly suspect. If he did choose to defect, I would have to put him under watch for a long time.

“Ach, time has been wasted!” He bellowed, “We must resume training! You will be a master flier by sundown, and tomorrow, I will show you how to speak like a dragon! You will be a dragon yet!”

Despite what he said about teaching, I found that the role actually quite suited him. He was obviously enjoying himself as he got me to practice, then taught me more techniques. Of course, he seemed to get a kick out of poking fun at my being ‘not a very good dragon’, as he put it. Couldn’t fault him for that. In a crowd of dragons, I would probably stick out like a sore thumb, though he did get round to getting me to walk and run properly.

By the end of the day, I could walk around both as a biped and as a quad without looking like I had severe psychomotor problems. I was even able to keep up with the blue dragon as he ran or flew. He pronounced me fit to walk and fly as a dragon by the time we were done.

“Ah, tomorrow will be harder, friend. I will be teaching you for the whole day. Don’t be late, lest I have to appropriate your dinner time to finish my lesson!” He added, as I went off with the chaperone. I almost forgot to take my stuff as I left.

Of course, I thought that I was done with it all for the day, only to have him turn up at the exit, looking at my vehicle. The chaperone himself went off, after confirming that I knew the way back. He mentioned something about my building having been stocked with food for the week.

“I see why you don’t fly, Tano’rath. You’re lazy!” He burst out laughing, “Why fly, when you can sit, no?”

I couldn’t help but to smirk. “Yup. Want a ride?”

“I will sit with you till you reach your dwelling, it is on the way.” He replied and clambered in. Already, he was inspecting the interior, even tapping the glass that covered the speedometer.

I showed him how to put the seatbelt on, before starting the vehicle. There was a whole lot of noise as the engine just flat out refused to start. I had to get off and open the bonnet, to find a rock jammed into the engine block, along with a few others scattered around. How they got there eluded me, but when out of the corner of my eye, I saw two snickering dragons skitter off, I got my suspects.

Faelius laughed. “Hatchlings! They can be so mischievous sometimes! They replaced my scale polish with oil on one occasion. Don’t mind them!”

I nodded, before shutting the bonnet. “Eh, no harm done.”

Instead of staring at the speedometer as the dragons I knew tended to do, Faelius was more engrossed in watching the tachometer, and he almost immediately picked up on why I changed the gears. “You can’t let the needle point to a number that is too big, yes?”

“Yeah, something like that. It’s the RPM of the engine. It’s not supposed to exceed a certain amount. Besides, if you keep within a certain range, you get better fuel efficiency.” I replied, giving the vehicle a little more gas to emphasise my point.

Faelius cocked his head. “RPM? What is a RPM? Perhaps you forget who you’re talking to, Tano’rath.”

“…yeah, I tend to go heavy on the technical words. RPM is rotations per minute. The engine has an axle that rotates, and when you give it more fuel, it rotates faster, but there is a design maximum, so to combat that, we play with the gears to get more speed, or more power.” I replied, “However, I am not supposed to be talking about this. It’s against your laws….so yeah. Spinning things that can’t spin too fast, so we cheat.”

The blue dragon snorted, “Ah, yes, the ban on the disciplines. It is a shame, really, but who am I to question the Council, yes?”

I shrugged as I parked outside the house. “Eh. Governments, and bureaucrats. Not like human politics was much better anyway. On some days it was arguably worse.”

Faelius shot me an amused look. “Perhaps. I’ve wanted to speak to people about the old days, but most of the time, when I enter a town, the humans either grovel, flee or try to kill me. It is difficult to make friends. I shan’t comment on the Riders here, though. I think you’ve seen for yourself what they’re like.”

I shrugged as I helped him to undo the seatbelt, “Hard to say, no one has been talking to me, save for this one loud guy.”

“Well, it gets tiresome to hear people blowing the Council’s horn all the time, suffice to say. I will consider my options. Expect words from me soon about the matter.” He replied.

“Let me know, I guess.”

“Of course I will! I suppose I should inform you that the news of your arrival has spread to…other groups as well, including people like me. Don’t be surprised if others approach you as well.” He remarked, shooting me a huge smile as he took off. Was that hope I saw in his eyes?

That was something worth investigating. I made a mental note to send a message to the skinwalkers to validate the presence of such groups. Only problem was that it would have to wait till the end of the week.

I strolled into my house and dumped everything onto the table, half remembering a dinner appointment, but the problem was that the other party hadn’t given me an address or anything, and it was not like I could google it…

As if on cue, five minutes later, as I was looking through the cupboard to find some meat, a bit of rice and bread, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Dany together with Fovahlok.

Dany flashed a huge smile, holding up a plate that was covered with another plate. “AH! There you are! I realised that I forgot to tell you where I was staying, so I decided to come and look for you! Very easy, since you have a car!”

“Yeah, I know. Come in, then.” I replied, stepping aside.

Fovahlok looked me over for a moment and nodded in greeting. He seemed to want to say something, but kept quiet in the end.

Dany paused to glare at the dragon as he put the plate down. “Folly! That’s not nice!”

“Eh, what’d he say?”

“I said that he shouldn’t be mixing with you, considering where your allegiance lies.” The dragon replied flatly.

“Pft. No one should be mixing with me at all, in that case. They shouldn’t have sent me here either, but what the hell, right, here I am.” I replied with a smirk, and gave him the finger. “Suck on it bitch.”

Dany came and prodded me in the chest. “That’s not very nice either! Give it a rest, guys, and let’s have dinner.”

As he sat, Fovahlok sighed. “I have no argument with you, Tano’rath. I fear for the safety of my companion. Should he be seen mixing around with you, I worry that the powers that be will be unkind.”

I went about giving everyone cutlery and plates before sitting down. “Understandable. If these powers that be give you any trouble, let me know. I’ll shoot them, and they’ll not give you any more trouble.” I got another withering look, but raised my hand as I continued, “On a serious note, I’m here on request from someone who is apparently the High Mage, so I wouldn’t worry about mixing with people. It’s understood that by sending someone somewhere, that person is going to end up socialising, like it or not. If they give you trouble over it, I’ll take it up with that mage myself.”

The dragon’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “The High Mage? You have his ear?”

“I guess you could say that. The whole peace thing was his idea, and he’s the ambassador to my town.” I added, cutting into the meat that Dany had brought. “And is probably up to no good since I’m away.”

Dany seemed too busy demolishing his food to eat, while Fovahlok paused to mull over what I said. “So, the rumours are true.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.” I added, chewing on the meat. “Hey, this actually isn’t half bad! Who cooked?”

“My companion, whose stomach is a bottomless pit.” Fovahlok replied, smiling, as Dany waved. “It has been said that the High Mage left his post to handle some matters personally.”

“Well, I guess him moving in is as personal as it gets.” I replied with a shrug. “Then the first thing he goes and does is to threaten to start a war, till I shoved it in his face that the whole thing was his idea.”

Both paused to stare at me over my latter comment, while I cut myself another piece. “Well, that’s politics for you.”

“AH! Politics! Makes no sense to me!” Dany boomed, laughing.

I shrugged. “Not to me either. I usually try to stay out of it, but as testified by my being here, I haven’t been very successful.”

Eventually, dinner went the way it did, with Fovahlok opening up to me a bit more, while Dany was just being…best described as himself. It was hard to say whether I had made a friend or not, but I was quite sure I did.

Either way, the fatigue from all the flying and whatnot began to hit as I felt my energy begin to wither away and die. I ended up on the bed within relatively short order, musing that I had been sleeping on a sofa for the past goodness knows how long.

Sleep came quick.
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I was woken the next morning by Fenek, of all people. He woke me way before sunrise, and as I rolled around in bed, the brown dragon sat at the foot of the bed looking pleased with himself. He was in his small quad form, with his tail coiled around himself.

“You’re…not supposed to be here.” I remarked, stretching my stiff muscles.

Fenek gave me a huge smile. “I argued with Drak’rrth till he let me join you. It was most lonely with you gone.”

I rubbed him on the head and he purred, leaning in. “Well, I can’t say that this place is exactly very interesting.”

“At least you’re here. You know how the Bond is, yes?” he replied, taking his biped form as he strolled out of the sleeping room. “Oh, and I made breakfast.”

Not a small kid anymore, huh. I chuckled and followed him out to find the table already laid out. He had fried some of the meat and already portioned it out. “Yeah, I know how it is, and thanks.”

He nodded and we started eating.

“Please don’t tell me that you flew overnight or something. I’ll slap you.” I remarked, chewing on the meat, which was quite good, but the sauce could use a little work.

Almost at once, Fenek’s face fell. “You are not happy to have me here?”

I shot him a pointed look. “You can read my mind. You already know that’s not the case, but there’s no point in rushing here and falling asleep later, you know?”

Fenek scoffed. “Of course not! I had Drak’rrth teleport me here! I made him do it after I convinced him that not letting me go with you was causing me distress.”

“So you threw a tantrum?” I replied, amused.

“No. I argued with him the entire evening yesterday.”

I nodded and patted him on the shoulder. “Nice. You’ve grown up, Fenek.”

He beamed at my remark. “I did say that I would mature to match your level. What have they done thus far?”

I summarised the events of the previous day, and lowering my voice accordingly when I was talking about Faelius. I also made it a point to run around a little to show that I actually looked a bit more legitimate now. Fenek found it immensely amusing that Aurak nearly shot himself, for some strange reason.

Eventually, I had to go for my lesson, with Fenek in tow. Carrying everything, it was extremely tempting to drive, but Fenek insisted that I flew with him instead.

As we sailed through the air, bound for the centre building, I couldn’t deny that flying actually felt quite nice, with the wind on my snout, and cutting through the wind with my own two wings. A far cry from the cramped aeroplanes that I used to fly in. There was no claustrophobia here, only me and the endless expanse of the sky. The space was all mine.

“You’re going to hit the wall soon.” Fenek remarked, pointing ahead.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I hurriedly banked, and landed at the entrance with the brown dragon. We subsequently went up to the same room that I had been to the previous day, to find Faelius already there.

He was lying sprawled lazily on the floor, and looked up when I strolled in. “Ah, Tano’rath. Good morning. Who is the brown one?”

“Fenek, my companion.” I replied, nudging Fenek. <Smile!>

Fenek glanced at me. <No! That’s not how one greets a teacher!>  He subsequently made eye contact with Faelius and bowed. “It is an honor.”

Faelius bowed and as he straightened, he smiled.

Feeling awkward, I waved to Faelius. “Hi.”

<And that’s how I do it.> I retorted, making a face at Fenek.

“And it is rude to use mind-speak when in the company of others.” He snapped, as the three of us walked to the centre of the room. Faelius didn’t comment, but looked extremely amused.

I made another face.

Ultimately, the rest of the day was used to teach me etiquette, how to carry myself properly in company, the dos and don’ts and so on. It was very dry to say the least, and I fought to stay awake. Fenek did help, though, by occasionally tapping me on the shoulder. However, by the end of the day, I found myself able to pass off somewhat as a generic dragon.

The rest of the week was actually quite slow. It was mostly history lessons, history being their version of it, which translated into thinly veiled propaganda. I honestly wondered how they actually managed to brainwash people so effectively with such a horrible system. They also attempted to teach me maths, but suffice to say that that particular lesson was a joke.

Of course, I spent a good amount of time practicing flying and such too… It was tiring, albeit fun, especially with Fenek around, who would give me pointers here and there.

By the end of the week, I was more than happy to clamber back into the rover and drive back with Fenek in tow. He actually tried to convince me to fly back while carrying the rover, but I would have none of it. Besides, why the blazes would I create more work for myself?

I did note, however, that Faelius never did get back to me…
Resistance C53: Training
And the next (overdue) chapter! Might actually catch up with the backlog for this! The teacher is weird...

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Chapter 52: Academy
At least the last two hours of the drive were uneventful, and I rolled up to the gates of the Academy early. How did I know that I was in the right place? Simple. It was a sprawling complex next to the city, with the words, ‘Riders’ Academy’ painted to the left of the gate in big block letters.
The little I actually saw of it actually consisted of nothing more than a bunch of wide and low building, probably housing, arranged in a radial pattern around what was most probably the main building. The building in question was best described as a rather tall cylinder, with what looked like large balconies on which dragons and presumably their riders would come and go from.  Everything looked to be constructed from the same pale tan stone, even the walls, which were actually quite high.
I ended up waiting at the gate, with the engine in neutral.
After what felt like an eternity of staring at the black metal gates, I realised that it would

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Chapter 54: Arguments
The way back was mostly uneventful, and I ended up chatting with Fenek most of the time.
I nearly crashed into Faelius as a result. He was sitting smack on the border, eyeing the patrols with interest. By then, I was already half asleep, and since there was nothing exciting on the way, save for a toilet break, it had pretty much been me driving in a straight line.
At the sound of my cursing and the squealing of the brakes as I swerved, Faelius’ head snapped round. Upon seeing the two of us, he smiled. “Ah, it is you.”
“Who asked you to let yourself fall asleep? You could have crashed!” Fenek nearly shouted, glaring at me as I swore a few more times.
I paused to wave at Faelius, then glared at Fenek. “Diam la! You let me sleep just now, then wait until people going to crash then make noise!”
Fenek returned my glare, but Faelius cut in, “Your sentries refuse to allow me passage.”
“Well, no
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Resistance
Chapter 52: Academy

At least the last two hours of the drive were uneventful, and I rolled up to the gates of the Academy early. How did I know that I was in the right place? Simple. It was a sprawling complex next to the city, with the words, ‘Riders’ Academy’ painted to the left of the gate in big block letters.

The little I actually saw of it actually consisted of nothing more than a bunch of wide and low building, probably housing, arranged in a radial pattern around what was most probably the main building. The building in question was best described as a rather tall cylinder, with what looked like large balconies on which dragons and presumably their riders would come and go from.  Everything looked to be constructed from the same pale tan stone, even the walls, which were actually quite high.

I ended up waiting at the gate, with the engine in neutral.

After what felt like an eternity of staring at the black metal gates, I realised that it would be prudent to actually try knocking. Once I made sure that my handbrake was engaged, I went up to the gate and realised that I was an idiot. You don’t knock on a gate.

I stood there for a while, long enough to watch some humans and presumably their dragon companions walk past. Some of them shot me strange looks, but no one bothered to offer any advice. Fed up, I went and shut the vehicle’s engine off before sitting at the back and chewing on what was left of the snacks that I had brought along. It was getting dark anyway. Perhaps they would open the gates at sunset.

As I mused and chewed on my food, I didn’t quite notice that a dragon, in his quadruped form, had plonked himself next to me. I only actually realised that I had company when his snout blotted out the sky.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, or scales whatever. “What?! Where’d you pop out from?”

The dragon grinned, his bronze scales glinting in the sun, his green eyes twinkling with laughter. “Took you long enough, o queer one.”

I huffed. “Point taken, and just for the record, I’m not queer.”

His grin widened. “You’re a dragon that uses wheels and does not fly, smells of humans and wears clothing. You even lack the common sense to shout to the gatekeeper to have the gate opened for you.”

I made a face. “Well, in my own defence, no one told me that there was even a gatekeeper. Besides, what’s wrong with wheels?”

He prodded one of my wings with a brown claw. “You have wings. You’d do well to use them, young one. Now, do you want me to open the gate, or not, hmm?”

“Considering that I’ve been sitting here like an idiot for hours, yes please.” I replied, slightly miffed about having the dragon poke fun at me. In the meantime, I clambered back into the drivers seat and started the engine.

The dragon invited himself in and sat in the passenger seat. “I expected you to be taller. Proceed.”

I gazed up at the huge gate pointedly. “It’s still not open.”

“Once we approach, it shall open.” The dragon replied, “Or do you wish to sit here all day?”

An autogate, albeit with magic. Not bad, actually. I put the brake down and put the vehicle into gear. “If you say so, but if I smash into the door, you’re repairing this thing.” I remarked, smirking at the still grinning dragon. He was beginning to remind me more and more of a fairy tale character.

“I have walked and flown through these gates countless times, friend, but never have I gone through while moving nigh a muscle…” He added as I revved the engine and we moved towards the gate.

True to his word, the gate actually did open on its own accord. I simply shot him a smile. “That’s technology for you. Do you need a ride anywhere?”

The dragon chuckled and pointed to a field right next to the wall, with a good view of the gate. How could I have not noticed that earlier?!

“Might as well, since you’ll have to wait there anyway. Thank you, and good luck with your training. Someone will be along to pick you up.” He added, and I complied, parking the vehicle on the street as the dragon himself disembarked, resumed his quadruped form and laid down on the grass. “They should dispatch the person on schedule; which is at sundown. You still have a bit of time to finish your food.”

I nodded and reclined in my chair, while chewing on the last morsel of food. The dragon produced an appropriately sized book out of nowhere and began reading. He had obviously been told to expect me, that much I gathered.

Considering that I was a dragon sitting in a rover chewing on a sausage and playing with the steering wheel with my feet, it was safe to say that I received a number of stares, though no one actually approached me. The Gatekeeper noted my slight confusion and explained that no one was supposed to talk to the new people till they had been processed and such. I ended up lying in the back seat, watching the sky go dark for a lack of a better thing to do. I actually somewhat missed Fenek’s constant nagging a little, since there was no one to talk to, considering the fact that the Gatekeeper fell asleep, with his snout on the book no less. This was probably his retirement job or something.

Out of boredom, I started to fiddle with the cushioning on the back seat, knowing that below it was a storage compartment. I ended up unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of the rover as the entire thing came loose and slid off. I looked inside the compartment to find an AK complete with a sling, together with four loaded magazines which were already in pouches. Closer inspection revealed a note from Victor, which read ‘just in case’. I chuckled while extricating myself from the footwell and latched the cushioning back on.

By the time anyone actually turned up, the sun had just vanished beyond the horizon. Another dragon, this one orange with red highlights and a white underside and horns. His eyes matched the red of his scales. By then, I was lying in the back of the rover with my feet dangling out one end and fiddling with my pistol. I glanced over and saw him, so I holstered my weapon and got up.

“Are you by any chance here not to ignore my existence completely?” I remarked as I clambered back into the driver’s seat.

The dragon nodded, so I started the engine and motioned for him to take a seat. He simply walked over and gestured down one of the main avenues. “It is dark, Tano’rath. Perhaps it would be wiser to walk.”

Drak’rrth had been busy. They even knew my dragon name.

I made a face and flicked on the headlamps. “Not a problem. I brought my own lights. Where to?”

The dragon reluctantly got in and I showed him how to fasten the seat belt. “You are to report to the administrative centre, in the main building, the one in the centre. You should see the entrance once we reach the building. We should proceed down this road. Is this thing supposed to teleport us there?”

I snorted, holding back a laugh. “I wish, but what it can do is to get us there fast.”

“It looks heavy and makes so much noise. I doubt it. Nothing can go faster than us dragons.” Came the dismissive reply.

I put the vehicle into gear and gunned the engine, careening round the bend and onto the designated road. “Then allow me to give you a lesson in speed. Just straight down, eh?”

The dragon gave me an unimpressed look. “This is hardly very fast, and yes, the entrance should be at the end. Is there anything that can be done about the noise?”

“No.” I replied, changing the gears and gunning the engine even more. “But speed I can give you.”

That drive was fun, and I probably gave the dragon the ride of his life as I swerved all over the place to avoid random humans and dragons that would land out of nowhere. I was quite sure that I ended up on two wheels a few times too, but hey, you don’t usually get to play with the steering when you’re going at over a hundred.

By the time I stopped the vehicle in front of the entrance, the dragon had visibly paled under his scales. I took the chance to laugh my head off at him as I shut the engine off. “Well, I’m sure this lesson has taught you many things.”

The dragon stumbled off the vehicle, but gave me a mad grin. “Perhaps it has. What magic does this use? Wind?”

Twirling the key on my finger, I smirked, “Magic? No magic. All just precision engineering. Now, am I supposed to bring anything in?”

The dragon was too busy staring at the rover. “Impossible!”

“Trust me. I’m an engineer myself.” I replied flatly, “Can you answer my other question?”

“Bring all your weapons, and anything else of note.” He replied, prodding at the bonnet.

“Alright. You know, I can show you how it works if you want.” I replied as I fished out the rifle and added the magazines and their pouches to my belt.

Show me? No. It is outlawed to practice such blasphemy. I do not wish to invite trouble upon myself, but I thank you for your offer. Are you ready?” He replied, shaking his head.

I slung the rifle over an arm and adjusted my pistol a little. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

As the dragon led me in, he prodded my rifle with a claw. “Is that what I think it is? I’ve heard rumours about weapons like these. They are…scary.”

This guy was obviously a civilian, probably clerical staff or something. I adjusted the weapon a little. “If you’re referring to it being a gun, which is old world technology, then yes.”

Of course, standing in front of the building proper allowed me to appreciate how huge it was. It would have been interesting to look at the blueprints of the thing, but knowing the dragons, they probably had no idea what a blueprint was.

I was led through a rather nondescript door into a rather spacious room. The room itself was full of tables and chairs, all arranged neatly into rows. I was brought to one and asked to sit down and wait, while the dragon himself went to get the paperwork for me to fill.

No matter how backwards they were, they still had paperwork. Impressive.

However, their idea of paperwork was just a bunch of blank sheets of paper. On one, I wrote my name, the town I came from, gender, etc. On another sheet, I had to write in Fenek’s details. On the last two sheets, the dragon had sketched rough diagrams of my equipment. I initialled on them to acknowledge that those were mine. They were supposedly to identify my equipment if anything got lost and such.

The only hitch was that I had forgotten to give my dragon name again, which was remedied rather quickly.

The dragon went off with the paperwork, asking me to wait again. He came back a moment later with a very badly abused sword, and an extremely smelly helmet. I took the former and declined the latter, much to his amusement. “You should have gotten your own helmet before coming over. Are you sure you won’t take this one? I know it smells bad, but it will provide protection.”

I stuck out my tongue in disgust at the smell. “I’ll pass. The smell will probably kill me first.”

He put the helmet away. “As you wish. I am to bring you to your housing. Do you wish to use your machine to go there?”

“Of course.” I replied, as we exited the building, “Anything else for me today?”

He clambered into the seat, fumbling with the seatbelt. “I will arrive at dawn tomorrow with more instructions. You will most probably join one of the classes with the other newcomers.”

I reached over and helped him out, once I had tossed the rifle to the back. “Alright. I’ll…probably still be asleep. Was on duty yesterday.”

As I cruised down the road, the dragon shot me a curious look. “Duty?”

“Glorified guard duty basically.” I replied, “We have to keep our own towns safe too, you know.”

Surprise. “I thought you led the insurgency?”

“It’s a group effort. Being a commander doesn’t make you immune to duty anyway.” I added, as he pointed me down a small road, and eventually came to a stop at one of the low buildings.

“You shall be staying here whenever you come for training,” He said, pointing to the building itself, “There is a bed for you and your companion, along with amenities such as a kitchen. You provide interesting company. I must say, I expected quite the opposite.”

“I get that a lot. Thanks, and see you in the morning.” I replied, smirking as I shut the engine off. “Oh, you forgot the keys…”

“The door will open on its own for you and your companion alone, unless you decide to allow guests. I shall see you in the morning.” With that, the dragon took a leap and was airborne. He was probably heading off for the day too.

Grabbing my rifle and car keys, I walked to the house. True to his word, the door slid open upon my approach. There was indeed a walled off partition for the bedroom, and presumably a toilet. I dumped my rifle on the table, tossed my belt with the pouches onto a chair, and went to bed. As an afterthought, I took my pistol and plonked it onto the bedside table.

Drained from the events of the day, along with the fatigue carried forward from the duty the previous day, I drifted off to sleep in relatively short order.
Resistance C52: Academy
And here's where he goes to the academy! Fun fun fun fun. hahaha enjoy~
Pervious chapter:  Resistance C51: UnexpectedResistance
Chapter 51: Unexpected
Luckily for me, the rest of my shift was mostly uneventful. Flayme did come in at some point to tell me that the skinwalkers were safely away, which was good. I sat and chatted with him for a while before he went off.
By noon the next day, I was more than happy to hand my duties over to the next person. Other than the saga during the previous day, it was actually quite boring. That, however, was a good thing in this case.
I was handed a map by Fenek when I reached the house, which had a route drawn out in red, leading to one of the nearby towns, Manila. I took one look at it and groaned.
Fenek shot me a concerned look. “Is there something wrong?”
“It’s so bloody far away.” I muttered as I grabbed a bottle and began filling it with water.
“Can you make it in time?” The dragon replied, still worried. He obviously wanted to go along, but that had already been forbidden.
“Can is can la, but I’ll have to

Next chapter:  Resistance C53: TrainingResistance
Chapter 53: Training
I woke to the sound of knocking on the door. Groaning, I rolled around in bed and tried to ignore it, muttering to myself about it still being quite dark out. However, the knocking did not let up, and I ended up getting out of bed to open the door, which slid open to reveal the same dragon from the day before.
“Good morning!” He quipped, obviously full of energy.
I tried to reply but only succeeded in grunting. I needed my caffeine.
I did, however, invite him in as I went to the kitchen and started looking for tea. I was unsuccessful and ended up with water along with a piece of bread. It didn’t smell bad and wasn’t fuzzy, so I figured that it must be safe.
“Perhaps you should wake earlier next time to prepare your breakfast, as we actually have to go now.” He interjected, and motioned to the door. “It’s quite a long walk, but a short flight.”
I put on my belt, slung the rifle and retrieved my pistol.
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