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by **Anaclagon** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 5:32 pm

"I dont get it..appearing out of nowhere" John thought. He thought for waiting for nightfall so then perhaps his plan would work but it could have been deadlier. The LT Commander sighed. "Alright..switching off communications..good luck" John stated, his words were the last time they would here from him for a long time. Acclerating foward..the engines shot out the deady flames. The sheer heat raidating could be felt numerous feet away as the CFA-44..a fighter built by American and Russian Scientist, the only one of its kind ran down the runway. The fighter then took off, heading gaining speed and continued to rise up as the several figthers, a mix of 6 F-22's and 4 F-15's entered the sky soon after. There would be lucky if there was only one but they did not want to risk losing numerous pilots and fighters for a failed mission. It could have been a failed mission but it was a test and they won, they lived and could perhaps move on. If they failed..they died..

Vocal Communication seemed to be the only thing the dragons could intercept, how? no idea but with data put into all of their planes as the lights on the wingtip of the fighters were modified and were to change accordingly on the situation..each different color repersenting a different need..

by **Zephyr** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:45 pm

Cloud held his ribcage in pain. He looked back at the corpse of the small fallen dragon blood spilling from its jaws and its eyes bleeding profusely. He weakly crawled up onto the seat of his motorcycle and revved it as he rode off into the distance.

by **Doc 42** » Sat Jul 19, 2008 3:43 pm

OOC: Omphf! Didn't see that one coming

The remaning helipcopter transports waited paitently, the crews silently mourning those aboard the downed chopper, who were either dead or doomed. Finally, Andrews voice crackled through a radio "Alpha team here. Anti-Air defence system deactivated, time for you to get a move on." The choppers cranked up, rotars spinning as they took off from the grassy ground, passing the threshhold indicateing the defence system's missile range. Meanwhile, a shadowy incarnation watched the choppers lift off. It was torn between choices. Fly towards the jets it spotted takeing off just moments ago or go after the choppers. It eventually decided to pursue the choppers. If the jets were indeed looking for him, the local Hawk Wyverns would keep them busy. Hopefully the pilots were as good as he figured, otherwise there wouldn't be anything else left for him when he had delt with his 'freinds' down at the base...

The information within the lab was amazing. Loose records of expairmental weaponary never heard of before.... Mentions of new missiles to replace the Dragon Darts... However, they were only digging at the scraps. The main computer terminal refused to be hacked. But this couldn't thaw Jacobs amazement. He found information on one private computer about research into Dragon's behavior regarding humans. Apparently and suprisingly, the scientists had been conducting very controversal and illiegal reseach. It was well known that dragons would hunt down captured family members, so prolonged examination of live dragons was banned. Apparently the Irish scientists at Croi ó tine weapons and tactics research facility had been holding a dragon captive for months, possibly even years. He could only base this fact on the dates represented in entries. One of them was damning proof of this dragons existence. "Today the suits called in and nearly opened Obsidion's cage. Apparently Duffy had set the code to the standard security code used throughout the base so he wouldn't forget it. I swear, some time that idiot is going to get us all court martialed. Today we were lucky, Jerry told them to get back from it dramaticly and went on about a failed bio chemical weapon they had been expairmenting with that wasn't fully disposed of yet. The suits weren't impressed and obviously didn't really believe him but I don't think they wanted to take the chance of opening something to do with dangerous bio chemicals." he recocnised the name thoughtfully. Obsidion.... The same name the other dragon had mentioned. Then he saw another entry, dated the same day as the last. It read "Changed the code on Obsidions cage. 9173. For some reason I find those numbers simple to memorise, so it seems safest. We can't risk recording the code anywhere so we have to remember it. Also, there is no other way to breach the cage concealment barrier without it. Safety precaution." Jacob smirked, seeing the scientists mistake. He had said the code right there even though they "couldnt risk recording the code anywhere" He looked away from the computer towards a console on the other side of the room, nobody had paid it the slightest bit of attention, instead focusing on the accessible computers and filing cabnits... He walked towards it curiously.... It seemed like the most likely place for it....

There was a small blinking keypad on it, underneath a screen reading "test chamber tempature controls"
Even if it wasn't the cage controls, it still could provide some use for accessing the test chambers. So far this was the only accessible room. He tapped in the code into the pad "9173"
Instantly it beeped three times and then showed up red. He frowned and keyed it in again. Same result.
He looked around, wondering where the cage was.... Nothing fit the criteria. It was annoying... He turned back to the blinking key pad and tapped it in again "9173" It beeped once. A tiny green light flashed on and the screen above it went blank. New options scrolled down it reading "Decativate Concealment wall: 1"
"Open cage: 2"
"Adjust tempature: 3"
"Activate specator mode: 4"

He hesitated a moment, thinking of what this could result in... He tapped the '1' key and waited. The lights on the left side of the room blinked off. The dials on a power moniter stopped moving. Everyone looked over to it, confused. The wall shuddered for a moment and then a wide section of it begun sinking into the ground, the entire room shakeing. By the time it stopped, the area beyond was revealed. A wide open room, square in shape with several doors on one side and an elevated platform at one side. In the center, a large cage with steel bar fences going from floor to ceiling. Within them, asleep on a large bed of straw... a heavily built black dragon. It was obviously young, small in size in comparision to most dragons. Could be compared to an elephant. It had large black plated scales which shrunk on his tail. They were much larger than normal for dragons, just one scale covered his entire forehead, from one horny brow to the other and down his beak like snout. His eyes were closed, heavy armoured eyelids quivering momentarily... Its wings were folded back along its sides, its front legs were oddly shaped for legs and its hind legs were built more anthro-style. Jacob could only guess that it stood on its back legs just as much as on all fours. Everyones weapons were drawn, pointed towards the almost cute looking monstrous dragon. Cute because of the way its head rested on its elbow and of its tail which curled around the sleeping dragons side, tossing and flicking in the air like a cat's.

Rick was the first to speak. The dragon hunter whispered "What do we do?" No one answered. Declan, another hunter hissed "I thought this kind've thing was illiegal!" Jacob mumered "Looks like our irish buddies have been keeping a few secrets...." After some more silence, Rick said "I say we should wake him. He might be like those other dragons, you know, co-operative. Besides, he won't try anything while we have so much fire power trained on him..."

by **Anaclagon** » Sat Jul 19, 2008 5:00 pm

Moving faster then the speed of sound without using afterburners, the jets echoed throughout mission area, searching for anything. They were silent..no communication at all. The lights at the wing tips all remained green. The little code they had using the lights on the wings of the planes were used to communicate with each other without words. But it only meant so much...besides them, they had to rely on the mini computer also within the jet to type messages to each other but that was avoided.

In their flying V formation..the jets continued to look around, radar scanning for any signs of the ambushed units. It was so akward with no communication at all..it was just terrifying just to be in the air. The LT Commander glanced back, looking at the fighters that came along..

He sighed and glanced around..looking at the mini computer for any incoming information. Nothing..
The fighters continued on with their mission, flying around.

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jul 23, 2008 8:03 pm

3 winged fingers rose up from the forest infront of the jets, attempting to reach their altitude before the jets passed... They weren't too experianced with jets but the wyverns had a fair idea of their tactics... The wyverns looked odd compared to your average dragon, small and almost bird like, zipping along at incredible speed....

by **Anaclagon** » Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:30 am

One of the pilots was ready to shout out as something was coming up on radar. It was easier when things used to be miles and miles away from them, unaware from their location as the jets would use their abilities to attack from beyond enemy range with deadly long range missles. The pilot however remained calm, looking within the cockpit as he took a deep breath and clicked on a button. Suddenly the colors of the wingtips of his fighter changed color. The other jet pilots nodded..the new yellow light meant one thing..Spread out and prepare..

by **Doc 42** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 7:23 pm

The hawk wyverns mimicked the planes movements, spreading out... the middle one communicateing in some harsh tongue.... the other two nodding to his words.... They banked off, rising up to Flank the jets as the middle one extended his wings, a ball of flame appearing infront of him in answer. He seemed to hold in the air for a second and then, with a roar, blasted the ball forewards, the firey missile zipping upwards towards the jets....

by **C S** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 7:52 pm

Assumbus arrived in America, cruising over the great plains. Sure, it didnt compare too much with his Himalaya lair, but it was pretty comfortable. Atleast he had lost the humans. Then, the dragon saw something. Feilds. Crops. Homes. Humans... He bellowed, the deep roar echoing for miles. He took to the air and unleashed a torrent of blue flames onto the settlement. He intended to kill the humans if he didnt drive them out.

by **Anaclagon** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 9:45 pm

Soon almost every single fighter now had yellow colored wingtips as they all bursted into afterburners..giant searing flames shooting out each of the engines as they all fanned out. Each fighter was all equipped with thrust vectoring which allowed more tighter turns as they all started to randomly fly all over the place, attempting to high speed, dizzying tactics. There was only three but it did not mean they had the advantage.. The lead jet..the CFA-44 was the only fighter without yellow colored wingtips with now instead..green colored wingtips..

by **Doc 42** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:00 pm

The hawk Wyverns begun to match the fighters tactics, breaking up and performing strange maneuvers, each one locking onto a different fighter but moving so that their target couldnt be determined....

by **Anaclagon** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:03 pm

Within the odd little "dance" The CFA-44 broke off..flying to gain altitude while the American fighters continued to use their thrust vectoring to constantly make tight turns to try and lose their targets using all sorts of tactics..from accelerating and diving..there was no straight flying lines, just constant movement..

by **Doc 42** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:23 pm

The lead wyvern roared loudly, a high pitched screech echoing across the sky against the jets thrusters. the other wyverns immeidiately stopped their maneuvers and straightened up, each one opening their mouths. Glowing flames appeared within the hawk wyverns mouths and then they released their fire balls, a storm of small fire balls was released from each Wyvern, spreading out like a shotgun blast towards the jets, so many of them that basic avoidance wouldnt be enough....

by **Anaclagon** » Tue Jul 29, 2008 12:39 am

The fighters all attempted all sorts of manuvers but it wasnt enough as one eagle's wing was blown off while the rest continued to use their thrust vectoring and super sonic speeds to the test. Suddenly out from above..the CFA-44 went into a dive towards the combat. John narrowed his eyes as he activated his ADMM. The All Direction Multipurpose Missles were unleashed. 12 missles were unleashed, coming from secret panels within the fighter jet as the light weight missles flew in from all direction, locked on towards the wyverns. Even if they missed..they would blow up on their own if needed..this was the plan from the start but the chance of hitting his fellow allies was another big risk..

by **Doc 42** » Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:19 am

The wyverns attempted to avoid the missiles, but were too slow. explosions engulfed the creatures, though while two of them only suffered minor blows, one took a shot to the head and begun to plumit down towards the ground, body bursting open in a torrent of flame... The lead wyvern burst from the explosion, rocketing up towards the CFA....

by **Anaclagon** » Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:01 pm

This was their chance..The color of the wingtips of the CFA-44 turned green as it then rocketed away..using thrust vectoring, turning left before accelerating his jet away towards the wyverns while the other fighters moblized and prepared their own missles as they used their thrust vectoring to all poistion their noses towards the wyverns, arming their missles..

by **Doc 42** » Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:44 pm

The wyvern chaseing the CFA didn't slow unaware of the other jets, its sights were locked on its target and that target alone... With increidible and un-natural speed, the wyvern kept pace with the jet, spreading its claws as it prepared to go for a final sprint and attack... The other Wyvern however had seen what was happening. It roared to its comrade fruitlessly trying to get through to it, its attempts were ignored and the beast turned around, diving down to the woods below.....

Jacob suddenly shouted "WAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!"
His entire team leapt to their places, drawing weapons. The black dragon in the cage jumped up aswell, much to everyone's dismay. (they had been hoping it was in a coma or something.) Anger peaked within its eyes, its triangular beak like maw opening slightly. Then it eyed the guns and relaxed, lying back down... There was a few moments silence between the two parties and then the dragon broke the silence in a disgruntled tone "I thought you were those tiresome skywolves for a moment there..." More silence. The dragon growled, apparently unphased by gun weilding humans around its home "So? Who are you? Gdea?" Jadcob grunted, eyes narrowing "DDASF, brother..." Suprisingly, the dragon's eyes lit up. It rose its head off the ground and hissed "Wow.... You finally decided to come back eh?" The dragon chuckled and stretched. Then it paused, eyes flicking to the guns aiming at it. It hissed "Ah... I'm guessing you guys weren't sent by Jerry...." Jacob recognised the name from the files he read. The dragon looked crest fallen but thankfully it continued. The black beast gestured towards the main terminal that they hadn't been able to breech "Over there, open it up and search for a file named Behavioral tests. password: Pigswillfly. If i'm not mistaken, that file should contain enough info to keep me alive. After that, I would advise checking up on some of the other stuff in there. You'll find it interesting. Now, i'm going to pretend to go to sleep. That way you guys can probably find some sort've sense of saftey. Pretend to wake me up when you no longer want to shoot me." After that, the dragon yawned, twitched its wings and then rested its head back onto its paw, closeing its eyes once again....

Rick Said outloud "...Well that was unexpected." Jacob wasn't going to bother dealing with his team on this one. He growled "Get back to what you were doing. Ignore the fact that he just spoke, Im going to do what he said...." The men gave him suprised glances but didnt question him. they knew better than that....

He crossed the room over to the terminal and tried the password. "pigswillfly" A confirmation message poped up, telling him it was correct.... Pigs will fly... A good metaphor for what the scientists here were doing.

by **Anaclagon** » Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:57 pm

The missles were locked and arms and they swallowed, they wanted to just scream out and boast but they could not risk it and tried to retain their composure. A barrage off missiles came flying out from the groups of jets, from sidewinders to advanced air to air missiles towards the air creatures. For the Wyvern who went into the woods, several missiles followed on to explode in random areas as soon as they touched the ground, losing the wyvern while the majority of the missiles saw the dragon after the LT Commander and following it as the the pilots watched as a hail off missiles moving at mach 3 swarm in towards the lone dragon.

by **Doc 42** » Thu Jul 31, 2008 6:05 pm

The wyvern noticed the missiles only when it was too late, already half way through trying to swoop in on the CFA. It spun around desperately, swinging a clawed foot out and catching a missile by its side, throwing it away off course, it swung up its other foot, hacking a side winder in two, both ends spinning away harmlessly. It spat a fireball towards another missile, the orb of fire hitting its mark and detonateing the missile before it could strike. Then one more missile sped through the explosion towards the Wyvern, its attempts exhausted, it was powerless. It tried to summon another fire ball, but then the missile peirced its weak chest armour, tearing through its flesh. An explosion puffed out of the creatures back, the wyvern being thrown down by the momentum of the missile.... Its eyes wide as the remaining missiles hammered into it, engulfing the creature within the dark orange explosions, flameing shards of scale and bone raining out around it... the mangled wyvern plumiting out of the fireball, wings shredded, blood leaking out of the many gashes it suffered, one of its legs, missing a foot.... It wouldn't breath ever again, not to mind attack any jets.

The other wyvern tucked its wings in, landing onto the ground and spirinting along with its momentum on its two legs, hearing the thud of the missing missiles in the forest around it. He hammered its talons into the ground, skidding along the forest floor before wraping one wing around a tree, hoping to hide from the aerial machines....

by **Anaclagon** » Thu Jul 31, 2008 6:11 pm

John sighed in relief as he looked around..he wanted to thank his men for everything but right now, they were still in the mission and vocal communication was risky. Only one dragon was left alive and they knew it was in the forest somewhere. They more missiles left but now there was the question of returning to base or picking off the last dragon. John looked throughout the cockpit, changing the color of the wingtips of his CFA-44 back too yellow as the fighters then flew around over the forest, in search of the dragon..decreasing their speed back so they can get back into their super cruise speed.

by **Doc 42** » Mon Aug 25, 2008 1:55 am

The video daries were amazing...
The day to day life of the scientists. The laughs they had, the work they did and most importantly, why they had a dragon hiden down there. After the second week of the juvinille's arrival, it had started speaking english, apparently passive towards the scientists who were working to kill its race. many months on, the dragon was part of the family. In one video he blundered into, one man was speaking with Obsidion about other dragons. It was hard to hear what they were saying, but he recognised a few. Turned out that Obsidion knew exactly what the scientists were trying to achieve, the death of his race. After an uncomfortable silence, he told them that he didn't bare any grudges against them. Obsidions father had hated humans, seeing them as dirt, one of the factors leading into why he was killed and Obsidion capatured. But then Obsidion told them how his father had also believed that anything that proves you wrong deserved your respect. That if someone point blank showed you the error of your ways you should accept it.

Obsidion believed that his father had been proved wrong, and it cost him his life, so there was nothing to do but accept it. The video diaries after that were even more interesting....

This one interested him the most, dated 2 months ago

Obsidion was within a small chamber, strange panels all around him.
One of the scientists outside the chamber called out
"Johnny! Activate the radoms!"
The panels all begun glowing, an erry blue lighting up the chamber, Obsidion regarding them curiously, his triangular horned head swivling around. The same scientist said again, clicking a few buttons on a screen outside the transparent chamber "Ok... Test active.... Obsidion, light it up.. and nothing too big this time! we don't want another accident..."

The dragon growled in a civilised tone "Ok... Ok.... Not my fault if your test chambers are about as tough as twigs...." Obsidion stepped foreward with one of his back legs, balancing himself as he reared up slightly, curving his body around his cupped paws. He opened them out, holding one paw out as if he was waiting for a bird to perch on it. A small glowing orb floating above it....

The lead scientist called once more "Up the power a bit, we aren't getting anything..."
Obsidion nodded and suddenly the orb expanded, revealing itself to be a ball of molten rock, the ball going up in flames, large rocks floating around it. The light from the spell bathing the entire room in an orange firey glow.

Suddenly A scientist across the room shouted out "Its working!! Its working!!!" The white coated men shuffled across quickly to look at what he was doing. They broke out into cheers, some of them high fiving each other.. Very un scientist like....

The video feed jumped to a later time. The fire spell gone, the scientists back in their positions... One of them said "Ok... Test 2... Radoms... active.... Ok Obsidion, fire it up..." the panels begun to glow again, Obsidion rearing up once more, forming the unstable spell within his paws once more, a ball of molten rock supsended between his palms...

The scientist narrated "Ok... getting signals.... Trackers online" Two cylinders on turrets attached to the chamber's roof suddenly swung around, pointing at the firey bomb... Obsidion moved his hands around, moving the spell, the trackers following them...

More cheers broke out and the video ended, the file after it detailing what the scientists had discovered about magic, the force the dragons were using to acomplish impossible feats with destructive results... Apparently, through greuling expairments, they had identified a special sort of radiation which collected around magic. They hoped they could develop ways to maybe disrupt the magic or maybe track it. An alternetive to the Dragon Darts method.

A note was attached to the bottem of it "Steves linking up the trackers to the grid fire missiles, might try fiddle around with Freds Liquid nitrogen bomb and then we will be really icing dragons. ha! ha! ha!"

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