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by **Anaclagon** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 6:31 pm

"This Captain Marigold of the American Battlegroup 1. The mission is going as planed. American Ground Forces have established a base 6 miles inland, convoys are moving quickly to get the base up and running and use it as a command center to get everything sorted out. So far our fleet is well in postion to give off more supplies. We have fighters in the air doing recon missions but its getting a bit odd. Reports from the front lines indicate random ambush attacks towards British Troops inland. "Shadow Dragons" are attacking British units inland. We've been warned to limit communications along the mission area by a pilot before he disappeared. Despite this, British Units are still heading Inland towards I believe some resarch facility" The Captain replied back. All the random attacks was getting nerve racking..

by **Doc 42** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 6:34 pm

the man on the line responded "Shadow dragons? What are they?" in a tone of confusion... The race of sinister dragons unique to ireland having been believed to be extinct for some time....

by **Anaclagon** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 6:40 pm

"We have no idea what exactly is going on but it seems that they have the ability to somehow intecept our messages between our units and right now random ambushes are occuring towards British units who are continuing to move Inland. As I said earlier, we've been warned to limit communication in the mission area..were trying to keep those men alive and by doing so pretty much means leaving them to their own.." The captain replied. Only so much could have been done by a foe who is seemingly picking apart patrols..

by **Doc 42** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 6:59 pm

The communicator responded "I see.... Any actuall visuals of dragons around the base? Any skirmishes?"

by **Anaclagon** » Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:06 pm

"We've only confirmed that soo far only British Units have been attacked. American Ground Forces have found a clear path towards our base. A group of fighters just returned from a recon mission..it was all clear. Due to recent events, were halting advancement and intend on building up the base first and then press on. Still anybody who has seen the Shadow Dragon has died as their messages quickly ended..but by the sounds of the messages, it doesnt even sound like a scrmish. Just sounds like a dragon playing games on its prey before killing them.." The captain responded. The messages were chilling and it only made them wonder who the hell was attacking them.

by **Doc 42** » Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:58 pm

Jacob cautiously stepped over the threshold, into the Research base... The white vine covered walls telling the bases stories... small scorch marks here and there reminding him that this area wasn't safe... His whole team had weapons raised, doing their best to expect the unexpected...

meanwhile, Deep within saint Georges Channel... a Dark form swam foreward, rippling through the water with its whale like song... The water Dragon didn't care if the humans spotted it with sonor. It had come here all the way from france and wanted something fun to kill.... It rose up, swimming towards the Human aircraft carrier....

by **Lolburst** » Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:12 pm

((It's helicopter carrier, by the way. Oh, well.))
The helicopter carrier standed still, anchored. Only small waves slided and refreshed the flanks of ship standing few miles from Ireland's coast.
Daniel watched as some bigger waves came from elsewhere, but didn't care about this. Maybe just some currents.

Inside control room, the sonar beeped furiously, as the dragon was spotted, but not identified as a dragon correctly.

"Sir, there is an unknown mass moving towards us with moderate speed in the water. What should we do?", the officer questioned captain.

"Obviously, it cannot be a submarine, since the object does not even remind one, it has shape of something much more threatening. Dragon? Whatever it is, set the ship into yellow alert. We'll call the men later in General Quarters, when the situtation goes worse.", captain responded.

Soon, the speakers started blazing, very loudly, without any sirens: "Every helicopter pilot is called into General Quarters. Inspect the waters, and report back into control room what is the object heading to us. I repeat: ONLY HELICOPTER PILOTS are called into General Quarters, to inspect the waters and report back into control room what is the object heading to us."

After Daniel and Charlie heard this, they immetiadly rushed to their "Biting Freddy", and opened the cockpit window. Charlie jumped to upper seat/backseat for other controls. Then Daniel for main controls, AKA the lower.

"Raise the rotor blades.", Charlie said.
The twin-four blade rotor raised, but not spinning.

"Start the engines.", Charlie spoke with same, serious tone.
The blades started spinning crazily, making loud noise outside.

"Now, i see why this project was cancelled. It was way too CHEESY and LOUD.", Daniel shout.

"We're going to do some sonar and IR scans. Then we'll attack and kick it ***, if we have enough power in this thing.", Daniel informated Charlie.

"Roger.", Charlie said.

The Comanche rose up, and started sonaring the nearby sea surrounding it. Quickly, they found where to watch it. One AH-1Z rose up from the ship, keeping watch what's happening to the Comanche.

"Start IR scans.", Daniel said to Charlie with frustated tone.

Sweeping through the area where sonar showed, the monitor made interesting results:

"Well, let's say that there is generally the same cold sea from all pictures captured, but then this area where we are looking now, there is much more colder and a little heat radiates from this spot.", Charlie told his results to Daniel.

"We have uninvinted quest, that's all i know. Finally, some action."

by **Doc 42** » Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:23 pm

OOC: I was talking about Anaclagons one... the one in saint georges channel aka the channel between great britan and Ireland... which is infact an AIRcraft carrier. -_- Meh, i'll play along.

The massive serpent like french sea dragon curled up, building its energy... with a powerful burst, it shot through the water towards the carrier, twisting away before it got to close to the surface to be seen, letting out its whailing song... As the song hit the ship, the mass of water built up by the dragons movement slammed into the ships side, causeing it to toss and shake in the water, the dragons song deafening the ships occupants...

by **The Kingpin** » Tue Jun 03, 2008 9:08 pm

high above Ireland, a group of 3 new Hellscream Dragon Hunter fighter jets flew over the landmass, just above the speed of sound. "Alpha one, please report in, over" came a voice on the radio, a request from headquarters aboard the US Aircraft Carrier Exeter. "This is Alpha one. Aircraft Wreckage is everywhere. numerous trails of smoke coming up from ground level some 5 kilometers away. we've been advised to exercise extreme caution and avoid radio contact. What are our orders, HQ, over" came the Commander in charge of the Squadron. "return to base, Alpha Squadron, over" came a voice from HQ. "You heard 'em, boys. let's head home" said the lead pilot as he tilted the craft slightly to the left, pulling up. "MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY! ALPHA TWO UNDER ATT-" came a scream on the radio as it suddenly went dead. "Alpha Three! Evasive manouvers!" commanded the leader as he pulled hard, changing direction and turning back the way he came, spotting Alpha Two's craft shuddering violently as it had hurtled off in a different direction, a large black form latched on top of the F-22-style fighter jet. as the top of the cockpit was blown off of Alpha two's craft as he prepared to eject, the form lunged forward, catching the pilot's foot in it's jaws, biting down and pulling it back, using a claw to pry the chair from the pilot, crushing several ribs in the process before biting down, swallowing the pilot. a rumbling snarl came across the radio as various voices seemed to say "You're gonna die here", coupled by what seemed to be laughter as a deafening screeching sound filled the radio, the two other pilots holding their ears screaming at the eardrum shredding frequency of the tone, as in the distance the beast on top of the craft rammed it's tail into the fuselage of the aircraft, it's claws locking tight around the wings as it ripped the craft apart violently, metal being hurtled in every direction as an explosion seemed to engulf the creature. "What the hell was that?!" screamed a voice over the radio. "dunno....retreat to base. entering mach 3 now" said Alpha One in a forced calm as he reached for the throttle. "OH MY GOD! JACK! ON TOP OF YOU!" screamed the the third pilot. Jack Andrews, Ace Fighter pilot and skilled Dragon killer, looked up to see a strange partially beaked pair of jaws, with razor sharp teeth in the jaws of the head that stared at him, it's yellow pupilless eyes piercing his very soul as a massive claw ripped into the cockpit of a horrified Jack's craft, slashing through it easily and killing it's pilot in one blow, as the creature unlatched one arm and kicked off with one side, holding on with it's side to the hull as it then slammed it's tail into the craft, almost slashing the entire thing in half as it kicked off, fading in a black whisp that then disappeared completely as Alpha Three flew over the hurtling wreckage of Alpha One's aircraft. "Alpha Three! Do you Copy?!" came the voice of HQ. "HQ! HQ! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! THIS THING'S A FREAKIN GHOST! IT DESTROYED ALPHA ONE AND TWO'S AIRCRAFT AND THEIR PILOTS, AND HAS SEEMINGLY VANISHED!". "Alpha Three, return to base immedia-" started the voice of the radioman on the Aircraft Carrier, before suddenly being cut off as the line went dead, closely followed by a crackling sound which then formed a hissing snarl. "HQ! HQ!!!" screamed the pilot into the radio trying to get a response. in pure panic, the pilot pushed the craft to full throttle, looking forward to see what looked like a black blade swinging down, slicing the entire craft in half, blowing it to smithereens. a howling, rattling roar was heard as the black Wyvern fell from the skies, closing it's wings as it seemingly faded once again...

by **Anaclagon** » Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:05 pm

"God Damn It what the hell is going!" The captain yelled. "Get all our fighters out of the air, move them in secure poistions...you hear me, secure poistions!, Send a message to our boys inland..tell them to prepare attack at any moment.." The Captain yelled, barking orders. Now Americans were getting under attack..

Back at the base, the area became much more secured and ready.

"I'm still surpised your boys still use Raptors.." The base commander replied, still talking to John.

"There much more upgraded..they move faster but they are now carrying better weapons" John responded.

"Still...England is still hell.." The base commander shot back.

"It all come downs to skill, in other cases we move faster then they do...we brought a whole new idea of super sonic aerial combat. With high preformance missles and technology were much more prepared then other fighters, even new ones. Besides, the CFA-44 is a prime examble of that" John said as he looked around.

"True...Russian and American desginers combing, its a shame they wont go into mass production.." The commnander replied. "Hell its, super fast and carries weapons I've never seen on a jet before" He added.

"Hey..I'm still an Ace Pilot in a Jet, doesnt mean where totally invinible.." John responded. Suddenly a loud blaring sound ehoced through the base..a warning was being given..

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:41 pm

A bang caught Jacobs attention, he wheeled around, facing a concreate wall... The sound of claws scraping off metal reverberated through the corridor before fadeing away into the distance. The team continued on wordlessly... Watching all the options of attack...

Julliane sighed, leaning up against a tree, takeing a break... Smith was off watching for any enemys. Andrew had stopped to rest, utterlly exhausted. He denied it, but it looked to Julliane that he had sprained his ankle from the way he limped on it. If they couldn't find the research base, they were utterly screwed..

by **Anaclagon** » Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:48 pm

The base commander sprinted to the cloest APC and demanded what the hell was going on.

"Sir, unknown attacks have just occured to american fighters..we have no choice..we have to keep our fighters grounded.." the radioman responded as he pointed to a live feed video for a moment before it just turned to static with sounds of terror filling the air.

"Commander..look.." John was cut short.

"No way in hell amd I risking you in the air...right now, I want my SAMS ready and any other Ground to air missles. I want those ack ack's armed and loaded and prepare to fire at any moment. Were inland and god knows whats gonna happen next.." The commander replied as he walke dout of the APC and past John and began to jog, shouting orders.

John only watched..this was irritating him, his men were more then prepared to head on into the air but he had other things to do then beg for another mission. The LT Commander ran towards the large tent where his pilots were...something had to be done to deal with the shadow dragons..

"Damn it..more ********.." McKnight thought. He only hoped the British were having better luck because right now..it wasnt looking good.

by **Doc 42** » Sat Jun 14, 2008 12:46 pm

Jacob kicked open a door, its rusty hinges screeching loudly. The team of soilders walked through swiftly, guns pointing in all directions. They started down the stairs, boots clacking off the metal steps... It was an access stairwell, they didn't trust the elevator.... Anything that got in their way was in for a suprise. Each soilder was only a button press away from blowing the slightest movement away in a torrent of bullets, shot gun shells, or grenades in a certain cocky soilder's case...

by **Anaclagon** » Sat Jun 14, 2008 1:57 pm

After what seemed for numerous hours, a plan was created, something that would help the American Pilots help fight off the Shadow Dragons, or at least they hoped. John nodded in agreement looking at all of his fellow pilots, he believed his jets could take on those shadow dragons...its not like they havent faced foes who seemingly refused to die. Every single one they've killed was no different in a way..they all wanted control..and they all wanted to kill.

John sprinted back towards the main APC as the base commander walked out...it was obvious he was taking in all this pressure, he looked tired, ready to collpase at any moment. The commander was pale, lack of rest and sleep..he was starting to go insane as he wanted to preserve the base as much he can. He did not want to be the cause of numerous deaths..

"COmmander.." John was breathing hard, a bit excited as he finally made it.

"We know how to deal with the Shadow Dragons...or at least we can. American engineers are doing what must be required to fight them off..we just need your permission sir" John said as he looked at the commander, ready to deploy.

"How confident are you LT? you'll get torn apart!" He shouted..the anger from the lost of men built up inside him.

"Sir, your only going to make the liberation of Ireland longer, maybe even...halt it forever. We need to fight back, not hold up hoping somehow for some weapon and person who finds some mircale. If my plans works...then prehaps fighters all over will have their chance against these things.." John responded.

"You know what I think of you..mr ace pilot. Go ahead! just die along with the rest of them!" he shouted as he just turned away, putting his hands out in front of him as he caught a wall and just lowered his head.

Maybe...maybe because somebody he knew was on those patrols..one of the patrols that got attacked. Regardless he had all of this pointless talking, it was time for the Raptors to take to the skies..

by **SpinosaurusKing** » Thu Jul 10, 2008 7:41 pm

Name: Quinn Abercromby
Age: 30
Species: Human
Height: 5' 9"
Weapons: Machine Gun, Machette and Grenades
Appearance: A tall man with short curly black hair with an average sized moustache and short beard.
Personality: He is a calm strong leader that will risk his life to save his men.
History: As a child he always was fascinated by dragons but after his brother, Adam Abercromby' s life was taken by a Fire Wyvern he vowed he would kill the Wyvern that slayed his brother after 2 years there has still been no success.

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 12:41 am

A voice crackled over the radio "Reached the main tower.... heading towards defence system control center... this place is a mess... Jacob, where are you?"

jacob lifted up clicked his mic and responded "Still moving through corridors... going slowly..."

for another 5 minutes the continued into the depths of the research building... flickering lights.... potted plants knocked over.... Then contact.

Dynamo's directional mic wafted across the air, pointing towards a vending machine. silent voices hissing in thick austrailian accents crackleing through the speaker "I'm telling you mate, humans! they look tasty and all! I'm not kidding!!!"

The team glanced at each other, perplexed, and then aimed back down the corridor. Suddenly 5 blueish human sized dragons literally crawled out of the woodwork, leaping out from behind any bits of cover, snarling. The the one in the lead shouted "Holy Cod-whollopers they've got fu**ing guns!!!"

They opened fire, bullets rattleing down into empty air and into the walls as the dragons took cover yet again, shouting in panic various phrases such as "Whose idea was this?!?!" "holy crap! Guns!!!"
More dragons arrived, a silent click and a thud, a grenade blasting down the corridor and explodeing, blowing the dragons cover away. A tide of blueish scales fled away in panic one shouting "They have greandes!!! greeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnades!!"

Jacob grunted "What the f**k is going on?" The entire team was perplexed. here they were with a bunch of dragons running away yapping away like austrailians. either every single one of them was crazy or they had vastly over estimated dragons.

Then a fireball soared over them, hammering into the rock and burning for a moment. One soilder shouted "They're regrouping! take cover!" Sure enough, the retreat had started blueish dragons flinging firey orbs towards them like bullets.

jacob dived behind a desk, the rest of his team takeing up similar cover. A clacking on claws told them a dragon was approaching, Jacob leaned out from behind his cover, aimed his rifle and let out a burst of bullets towards the blueish figure approaching, the bullets hammered into its chest and throat, blowing it over and ending its life.... He could've sworn he heard one of the dragons yelling "Man down!!!"

by **Anaclagon** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:03 am

"You really think you can do this?" One of the pilots asked as he glanced towards John who was preparing his fighter as they all prepared to move out.

"F-35's are coming in from the Naval Group to lend support..were going to follow simple orders..." John stated. "Patrol the area and then check out what the hell is going on..but remember, no communication" John stated.

"This is our last chance to you know..say no?" Asked another pilot who once more looked back at John. The LT Commander sighed as he glanced back at his fighter.

"Like I said..if we dont find a way, then we cant advance.." John responded as the pilots only nodded, trusting their LT Commander. Only a few would be heading out but their combined skills would have to make up fo that. As the few small teams were prepared, they had little practice but they hoped it was vocal communication the shadow dragons would somehow sense.

Engineers were moving about the makeshift runway. Lights were set up and and while it was smooth and simple only so many fighters can be quickly sent into the sky. The clusters of anti air fire would have to be extremly skilled to cover fighters as they took to the skies..

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:43 am

The bizare shootout continued... The two forces tradeing bullets and fireballs with little casualties.... None of the humans were even hit.... They were pushing the creatures back, but jacob didnt want them to retreat. this was amazing. they were speaking perfect english.... well, a few strange words thrown here and there but otherwise perfect.... A bullet thwacked into the skull of one of the dragons and then the rest paniced, tearing away into the corridor....

Jacob took aim, squinting his eye and pulling the tirgger... A single shot went off, strikeing one of the galloping dragons in the thigh, blowing it over... The team edged forewards, listening to its moaning wails.... As they reached it. The dragon replied through coughs "Don't... kill me.... I could... help you..." Despite common instincts to shoot the beast, the entire team of dragon hunters were dumbfounded.... One of them, a woman, knelt down and she said "And how is that..." The dragon stammered "Guns.... guns... you like guns? boomy things! I-I show you them! J-Just.... don't kill us.... we don't want to fight..." Jacob pressed "Doesn't work that way scale face... Even if I did believe you, what reason would we have not to kill you and every one of your pathetic kind...." The dragon, apprently some sort of authority figure moaned "out of mercy!!... You have us completely out gunned and out matched.... how do we cause you harm by liveing here?! Answer me that, human!" Jacob narrowed his eyes and hissed "If you didn't notice... this is one of our buildings.... its occupants, aaaaaalll dead..." To his unending suprise, the dragon sputtered "They aren't all dead... just... l-left.... Humans havn't lived here...s-since..... He turned up...." Jacob pressed, now completely oblivious to the fact he was talking to winged reptillian fire controling monster. "He?" A voice hissed from the side, coming from a dragon they hadn't seen before, it was pressed up against the wall, persumeably in fear, hidden behind a large metal crate. "Tsu'shin.... The darkness..." the wounded dragon on the ground continued "The same reason we hide down here! away from him...."

As if reading his mind, the dragon quickly added "Please! We can show you one... who can tell you more... He is on the bottem floor of the base... he understands the human machines and runes... He says he used to live with the humans when they were still here.... He can prove our innocence!"

Jacob didn't give a crap about their innocence, they were dragons, only thing to be done with them was to shoot them. Then he remembered in the chopper.... the pilot being torn in two.... The Darkness.... Then he realised it. They were safe here... Even from the Shadow dragon. It was scared to approach the base.... That ment there had to be some weapon here to fight it! Possibly even Inferno aswell! To his teams dismay, he gestured foreward and said "Lead on...." He whisspered over the radio "Be ready to put bullets in their heads on my word if needed.... watch for ambushes..."

by **Anaclagon** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:52 am

"Control, can you confirm enemy numbers?" John as he looked around in the cockpit, checking everything. He then looked at the runaway ahead of him as he sighed. Once more he was leading his men on another mission but the chances of death were much higher then most missions then before simply because they had no idea what they were going up against. The Ace pilot waited for his question to be answered.

"Sorry LT, attacks have been at random and no confirmation on the enemy besides what we've seen" The main APC responded.

"Roger..over and out" John stated as he began to get the engines going. They had to rely on their technlogy while at the same time, not using any vocal communications, thats all he figured.

John wondered for a moment what jacob was up to but he threw the thought of his head. The jet was ready..

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 5:20 pm

The dragon hunters made their way down a damaged elevator, climbing down the side of the shaft, the wounded dragon had stayed at the top, the other one leading the way.... it talked as it climbed, telling them how they had been living there for so long.

"We havn't really encountered humans much... fought them a few times, over territory... most of the fights were misunderstandings though. another clan of dragons that look quite similar to us... they frequently attack the humans, meaning we are treated as hostile aswell..." The hunters didn't respond, most of them still confused, the principles upon which their morals were based were collapseing infront of their eyes.... these dragons..... they were so.... human....

the dragon continued "It works better to hide, though we would perfer to be in the open air..."

As they climbed, they past broken elevator doors, leading into corridors with several dragons peering out at them curiously... Some of them with looks of anger and hatred.... They hadn't acted favorably when they were told of the 'jagged alliance' with the humans, as their leader had put it...

eventually, they reached the bottem and the blueish dragon jumped off, landing onto all fours with a small clacking of claws onto loose metal plates. The hunters followed silently, holding their weapons anxiously. The dragon led them through the door into a brightly lit and clean looking corridor towards a large door... He said "We don't come down here much... and I won't be following you in... we promised Obsidion that we wouldn't..."

The dragon reached the door, slipping his claws inbetween the center crack and hurling it open with great difficulty. He gestured into the room and hissed "off you go, human... Everything you need should be in there.... please... we don't want to harm you leave us in peace...."

Jacob would have laughed in the beasts face if it wasn't for its eyes. eyes full of sorrow... pleading with him.... All he could do was nod at it before entering the spacious lab...

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