Squadron 57: Night Storm

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((Cool that you joined, maru
Oh, just saw that, i don't think we're supposed to use new dragons, but you should pm shewolf with that dragon. It seems like a nice idea! and i'm not sure about the japan/chinese thing. I think they were neutral or something =/ ))

[Xero]

((They are, that is kinda why I wanted to use them. I am gunna PM her, hopefully she likes it, other wise I will redo it.))

[SheWulph]

Ilara watched silently from a distance as the youngsters scrambled to get the tent up and properly spread out to block most of the sun. She could only imagine how the sun was annoying the Black Decay, it was already hot and the black scales weren't helping keep cool either. Shifting her position slightly Ilara glanced sideways to an approaching officer and a Blade Chaser before looking back at the Black Decay and his rider who seemed to have fallen asleep on the dragon's side. She shook her head slowly. "This day is just getting more chaotic," she muttered to herself before turning to face the Blade Chaser's rider face on.

"Captain Nikias glad you could make it. I am Major Ilara Ashfire and the Spear Head behind me is Zirdu. I was wondering when my XO would show up." There wasn't much emotion in her voice and she left him only with her words to determine that she was truly glad he was there. She would have gone insane if the Executive officer failed to show. She needed him in order to count upon when she is not to lead in future. Pushing those thoughts aside, Ilara looked up at Reterkav, to inspect him on face value.

Zirdu on the other hand made no secret of her curiosity, she was holding her head high and perching every now and then on her hind legs to gain a better view. Her curiosity was torn between the Black Decay which had a tent and she doesn't, the Blade Chaser which was standing near her rider, Reterkav if she caught the name correctly and another Blade Chaser heading their way. The second Blade Chaser held some grudge against Black Decays as Zirdu squinted to see the dragon's reaction.

Coming down from her hind legs with a thumb, Zirdu remarked in a low yet excited voice. "It seems the wing is coming together nicely. Those there seems to be a few late comers. I is never good to be late. Not good at all."

Ilara just rolled her eyes at her dragon. "There is still time left before, they are officially late. So patients my dear friend." She looked back to Nikias, "Excuse Zirdu, she gets over excited sometimes." Just as she finished saying this the second Blade Chaser and its rider joined them.

Ilara nodded slowly as Sabel introduced her and Hyperion making his own introduction. "Captain Sable, Good. I'm Major Ilara. Seeing that my two highest raking officers are here, we can proceed with some of the other preparation for your stay here at the base. I'll get one of the youngsters to show you too the dragons assigned clearings a bit later, but first we need to get your dragons fitted with armor and a cockpit. At least the base isn't completely backwater, it has a decent armory." She said as she pulled out a glove and pulled it on her right hand. "I'll explain the procedure as we walk over there."

She turned to start walking to the north of the base before stopping to think and waved down one of the boys running by. "You see the rider of the Black Decay other there." She pointed over to Imurdan. "If she wakes up show her and the dragon to the armory." The boy nodded and headed off towards Imurdan.

Heading on her path again, Ilara continued. "Now where was I? Right, it is very simple really. You just have to keep your dragon calm while the armorers take measurements. Most of the armor has already been made according to the specifications in your profiles. It is just refining it so the dragons are not uncomfortable wearing it, they will need to give advice when the fitting part comes. Both of your dragons are Blade Chasers, they will only need a helm and a chest plate. We prefer keeping them to light armor not to inhibit their speed and they can outrun most of the enemy dragons in any case." Ilara took a breath as the large building at the far north end of the base came into view.

"Next the cockpit for the rider is the tricky part. It depends on whether you want the cockpit to be at the base of the dragon's neck or right behind the head. The second thing that needs to be taken into consideration if weather or not you want a cockpit with a full view or a partial view, the full view doesn't have the support beams to withstand an impact as the partial. The partial only has viewscreens to the front and side and relay on radar and a display screen which can be toggled to view in other directions. Now both of them are fitted with the standard radar and communications. I'm sure you know all this and you can ask the armorers if you have any questions. Also the armor and cockpit will be painted the same as the dragon's scales." Ilara clasped her hands behind her back. "Any questions for me, I am going to be around the armory if you need to talk to me. Zirdu is fitting again, hopefully for the last time."

Zirdu lifted her noise high. "I resent that remark; it didn't feel right the last time."

((XP two paragraphs of techno-babble. Basically it comes down to, the armor is made of light metal and looks like a future version of fantasy armor a dragon would wear. The cockpits are very similar to that of a helicopter or a fighter plane (just remove the plane basically) with a few more advanced futuristic modifications. Like the display screen which can show what goes on around the dragon without the rider having to look out the window. If you have questions about it, place pm me and I'll try to explain better. XD))

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((Warning: Unreasonably long post ahead (at least for what I'm trying to convey).

Going through creativity overflow or something... o.o;)

Sabel occupied herself for a moment watching the stableboys scrambling around. It amused her to no end that some people remained so determined to make a good impression. Whatever happened to simply being competent? Who cares how well you can suck up if you're awful at what you do? she wondered. But her question was doomed to go unanswered--even with her outspoken personality, she wasn't stupid enough to risk the ire of so many brats. Even if they were small, spindly, and the majority would likely not bond with a dragon any time soon (and even then would still require training that she had long possessed), she still didn't fancy taking the risk that somebody would get even with her--knives in the gut and guns to the head were both undesirable scenarios, and she knew that the vengeful mind of a child had no limit to its creativity.

Sabel's eyes flicked back to the major as she spoke. Her grin had faded slightly, but she still maintained the slightly impudent, light-hearted air that was her trademark. Ashfire's lack of enthusiasm was already starting to rub off on the mood, she felt. This is going to be harder than I thought...

Hyperion seemed uncharacteristically silent, focusing more on not snapping the Black Decay's head off where he stood than on the major. While it didn't give a good impression, Sabel knew, it was likely better that he did this than allowing his hatred and past experiences get the better of him. The two of them both felt an animosity to Black Decays, but, due to the fact that Hyperion had honestly and truly suffered at the hands of one, Hyperion's animosity bordered on the urge to kill each one where they stood. Sabel idly wondered how this would affect their ability to work as a unit. She knew that unity was often key to survival, but she also was not stupid enough to realize that Hyperion would drop all hatred.

Listening only half-heartedly to the major's words (and making no effort to disguise the fact that she bore little interest what was being said), Sabel merely nodded. She had heard it all before, but she couldn't resist smiling as the major ordered yet another stable brat. It wasn't that she bore any of these children a grudge, but she was disdainful of their eagerness to please.

"Of course," Hyperion said, in response to the order to remain calm. "As long as I am not prodded unnecessarily--if they try that, then I am not responsible for my tail's or claws' actions." He grinned, tilting his nose up in the air in an imitation of haughtiness. Sabel knew, however, the reason for his worry--even though it had been several years since the accident with the Black Decay, Hyperion had never truly healed. He still complained of feeling the 'occasional twinge'--she suspected that Hyperion feared that they might agitate the wound that still marred his chest.

It took little time for Hyperion and Sabel to decide how they wanted the cockpit to be positioned. "Behind the head, of course," Sabel said, just as Hyperion declared, "Full view." Glancing at eachother and smiling slightly, Hyperion continued: "No point in reconnaisance if you can't see what's in front of you."

Sabel grinned, deciding to remain silent for now. Hyperion knew what they needed, knew their tactics. It made just as much sense for him to be making the decisions, if not more--after all, he'd be the one coping with the choices, wouldn't he? Anyways, if it turned out to be a bad idea, she could just blame it on him later.

She grinned crookedly--perhaps taking responsibility was not her forte.

[SolsticeWolf]

Nikias nodded as watched the stable boys and listened to the wing leader. He had dealt with stable hands before, but had moved around so much that he found that every stable has a different way of doing things. That in itself he believed could be a disaster in itself. As he continued to think to himself he drifted away from the conversation at hand and was only brought back when Reterkav nudged him, "You might want to pay attention Nikias... There are decision that will affect us, especially me."

"Reterkav...." Nikias snapped in annoyance as he picked up on the last of the cover station and whispered to Reterkav, "Don't embarrass me." He looked back at Reterkav then to Ilara, "Reterkav will be fine that is if he doesn't flinch like he does when the doctors examine him back home..."

"Hey...." Reterkav snarled. "I cant help it that I don't like the doctors."

Nikias shook his head and spoke in a sarcastic voice, "Of course you can't my friend." He turned to his CO and nodded slowly as he thought to himself again, "Ma'am I do believe I owe you an apology for losing myself and not hearing parts of your conversation, Old memories just cropped up of my past."

[Xero]

Sliver and Vincent had been in the air for a long time, Vincent's eyes searching for someplace to land Silver. All the land they seamed to be over was a large plains, not much shade. "Silver, This might be a problem.", Vincent said the dragon, the heat was starting to get to the Ice dragon.

"I smell other dragons."[/color], Silver said, pushing herself, "That has to be the wing."[/color]

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About Twenty Minutes Later
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Sliver and Vincent circled the small encampment, "What do you think?", Vincent said softly.

"I Think I am tired."[/color], Silver said, and then landed not to far off. The force of the landing made Silver's legs buckle, launching Vincent about ten feet. Vincent stood quickly, then looked at the encampment and started to walk into it, Silver following cautiously.

[earlyrose]

Human

Name: Zekeal Elvor Geldenwich
Rank: Lead Tactical Officer
Position: 1st Lieutenant
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Description: Tall, slender and dark. He is athlectic, clever and has sharp, hawk-like features, a trace of possible oriental ancestry.
Personality: He is shy and not very vocal, but is loyal and dedicated to the end of the war for the greater good. He would, as his sister did, lay down his life for the war.
Many would say his freakish keeness was unatural and did he have no sense of personal value? But Zekeal doesn't open up much and seems to only have sociable communication with his dragon, Elmora.
Apart from his recluse, loyal nature, he grasps the feelings and views of others much more than people relise, but he just does not feel the same way. If you earn his respect, he will obey orders with out question, but if he does not respect you he can by outright offensive.
His skill as a soldier is much better than his social skills, he has been a soldier for much of his adult life and his understanding of tactics and infield battle are superior to average.
Civilian History: He was born in Germany, to English parents that had moved since England was particulaly targeted by North African attacks.
Enlisted History: However, he and his elder sister joined the European airforce. During a suprise raid by the North Africans on a base, Aldera, Zekeal's sister, was killed on her dragon. Zekeal's own dragon (Named Emphadon, a Spearhead) was mortally wounded by a Pearl Dust and Zekeal fled to safely onboard his sister's dragon. His own dragon was then shot down by enemy guns, and he escaped because they though that his brother was dead and his dragon therefore feral, meaning that they did not want to kill it if they could capture it for breeding. However, he escaped back to another base and briefly retired from enlisted life. But he soon relised that this did not suit him, and he wished to avenge his sister's death, and he rejoined.

His former sister's dragon, Elmora, told Zekeal she would take him as her new rider since she liked him and there would like to remain within the family. Since there were no female members of his family, and he was the only trained dragon rider, she chose him. Soon after rejoining the air force, Zekeal fled Europe to escape painful memories and joined the forces of South Africa, gradually losing his link with others and retreating into himself to the fustration of Elmora.

Other: None as of yet.

Dragon

Name: Elmora Goldenflight (Her second name is an honoury one, given to her after her bravery on the night Aldera died, since no other dragons seem to have a second name.)
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Race: Scarlet Flame
Description: Small for a Scarlet Flame, but average dragon size. She is fluent in English, and most European languages. She is pale yellow around her neck, wings and face, deep gold/orange on her wings and body, spattered with crimson on her back and all her legs, tail and neck.
Personality: Gentle, intelligent, friendly and a fierce oppenent when driven to passion. Although young, she has been through alot and is graceful and beautiful. (For a dragon). She is brave and shares a deep bond with Zekeal and misses Aldera more than she lets on; she is careful of others feelings and is often fustrated at Zekeal for closing his social side after his sister's death.
She also has a dangerous fireball at her beck and call, and is a powerful, strong dragon; she has superior stamina to most dragons and because of her smaller size is fast for a Scarlet Flame.
Other: Since Zekeal is so recluse, Elmora communicates mostly for the pair, although Zekeal speaks normally to Elmora herself.
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The flight hadn't been all that arduous, nor that long, and Elmora landed gracefully. She breathed a sigh of contentment.
"I am glad we came here, the weather is perfect," She smiled.
Zekeal dismounted and nodded airily. "The sky is clear, we could see enemy dragons approaching with ease," he noted satisfactly, "No suprise attacks here,"
Elmora gazed on him with her wise, green eyes. She let him loiter in the past, he would overcome it in time. He stretched and remounted and Elmora strode towards base.
The inhabitants were busy, one Black Decay looking pained, shaded by a taurpaulin on the other side of the camp. The rest seemed preparing to take measurements. Zekeal slide off Elmora and bowed, with a flicker of a smile, at Ilara.
Elmora spoke in her calming tone, "Hello, this is Lead Tactical Officer Zekeal Elvor Geldenwich and Elmora Goldenflight, sorry if we've missed anything, we were delayed by a few late reports coming in last base." she explained,
"You must be Ilara Ashfire? I am guessing we are taking measurements; We normally go for a partial view behind the head, make sure it is fireproof," She added, glancing around her with a smile at the other humans and dragons.

[earlyrose]

((Is this abandoned? Can we get it going again?))

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[SheWulph is taking exams; I think those are stressful enough for her without having to worry about running an RP at the moment. ;] ]

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