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Post by Rei on Aug 5, 2011 18:32:03 GMT -5
It was a tithe train from Southern this time. And boy had they hit the jackpot. Barrels of salted meat and fish, lumber, medical supplies, (which Burimyu was in desperate need of) and even a bit of firestone that had no doubt been imported though Hyphen. Yes this time there was nothing that they couldn’t use. The actual seizure of the train had gone remarkably well. Both Burimyu wings descending like vultures and quickly and efficiently subduing the caravan crew with minimal trouble from both sides. In fact they had even been able to ‘persuade’ some to the crew to help load down the browns and the single bronze.
As soon as the train had been completely seized E’rro had directed his wing into the air to run sweep of the area, while the wing directed by Darya started to load down the dragons with as much as possible. The larger dragons then started the between runs back to Burimyu in pairs. A team of weyrlings, candidates, and riders left behind, directed by both S’rei and Sel’n, waited there to unload the large dragons as swiftly as possible once they arrived.
Elysia watched this all with apprehension. The Benden woman had woken up in the middle of the night in tears due to a nightmare she had had. One that she could not remember but had filled her with such dread that she had ended up waking up S’rei. Just so that she wouldn’t have to be alone in the dark. It was something that had never happened to her before a mission. Ever. This morning that feeling had not left her but the woman had pushed it aside and left with her wing anyway. The dark feeling was there even now, stirring somewhere in her chest.
It was halfway through the process of stripping the tithe train of all it’s goods that Onyth caught sight of something on the horizon. So preoccupied Elysia was in her own thoughts that when the green suddenly whipped around and stalled in a hover she actually almost lost her seat for a minute. Ony? Something is coming. A pause before the green hissed venomously and broadcasted first to Ismaroth. Another wing approaches. The Benden woman’s heart momentarily froze in her chest. Shit. Has to be Selenitas. There was no one else it could be. Onyth doubled back and headed toward Ismaroth who was no doubt calling their wing back together. As she did so Onyth brushed warning against the mind of Azrath filling him in as well.
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R’kel was rather pleased with the way the sweeps were going this morning. In a desire to force Selenitas and Wasteland riders closer to together the wings had been shuffled for the week. A mixture of both Wasteland and Selenitas. With Wasteland Wingleaders of course.
Kairodeth’s massive wings beat effortlessly as they cruised along the area they were checking. Almost time to go home. Just a quick fly over the caravan that should be in this area today. The caravan was about a week away from the weyr at this point. Good time to check on them too, with the sun high in the sky and throwing a glare off his bronze’s metallic hide. As the wing approached, one of the green’s suddenly contacted Kairodeth and the large Benden bronze rumbled dangerously. R’kelmine. The exiles have seized the caravan. Your orders.
The bronzer merely grinned. They have have they? K’ian and Romeoth’s wing should be in this area as well. Contact Romeoth. Have him approach from the South. We’ll box the rats in and eradicate them like we should have at Hyphen. They won’t escape this time. R'kel turned back and signaled to his Wingsecond. The message was smple. Rally the wing. Tell K’ian to wait for my signal before doing anything. Understood. With a loud bugle Kairodeth spoke to his wing. Our enemies have been sighted. You will wait for our signal before you engage. Take no prisoners. A soft growl left his throat before he passed orders on to Romeoth. Approach them from the South my brother. Keep your wing under control. Do not attack till you get the signal. If any of your wing hesitates... Remind them of what we do to traitors. The final word was spoken in a low hiss even as Kairodeth and his wing hovered dragon lengths from Ismaroth and his own wing.
R’kel smiled at E’rro from across the small distance. Stand down and surrender. You have no chance. I will give you five minutes to respond. Talons flexed but didn’t extend, Kairodeth waiting for R’kel to give him the image before he intercepted Ismaroth.
~~~~~ General Things To Note
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E’rro’s wing is in the air. Darya’s is still on the ground. Chaoth and Jagjith are loaded with supplies. Frosstyth and Weith have just returned from Burimyu and are unloaded. R’kel’s wing should be ranged behind him and facing E’rro’s wing K’ian’s wing should be approaching E’rro’s wing from behind. Pay attention to commands from your wingleader.<3 Need any other info. Have any other questions. Please feel free to pm me ^^.
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Post by Rowana on Aug 5, 2011 19:43:19 GMT -5
Farryl made no attempt to hide her glare at R'kel's back. Even if he could see it from this distance, she doubted he would take much notice. How she hated the Wastelanders right now, especially their cold, bloodthirsty leaders. Ur'h was alright, for one of them, but this Wing mixup had her with R'kel instead. You should be nicer, Peppeth whispered sadly. So we can all be friends! I hope that was a joke, Peppeth, Farryl returned sourly. Cause that will never happen.
Peppeth sighed and returned her attention to flying on the patrol. Splashes of color and familiar forms caught her attention and her heart lifted. Look, Farryl-mine! Old friends! We can be a family again! Farryl gritted her teeth, tightening her grip on the straps until her knuckles grew white. She should have known this would happen, but why did it have to be today? Peppeth, I need you to stay alert and do exactly what I say, Farryl ordered, fighting to keep the sick feeling from her voice. Why? What will happen? Please, Peppeth. It will not be fun, sweety, I'm sorry. But I will keep you safe. Peppeth shifted uncomfortably, but kept pace with the rest of R'kel's wing as they approached.
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T'ke was fairly sure this day was going to be one of the worst of his life, and that included watching half his Weyrling class murdered. Once the "enemy" was spotting, he just knew it. Why did it have to be his wing? Why couldn't some other group have to do this? T'ke had never had many illusions about his relationships, and he knew he'd never had many friends, but the idea of having to fight people he used to at least work with was sickening. These Wastelanders may talk big about reforming the North and all, but as far as T'ke was concerned, they were just as bad.
Relax, T'ke-mine. I am sure all will be well. Garaeth rumbled calmly beneath him. You would say that. You always say that! Tell me just one way this could end well! Tell me! T'ke covered his eyes with a hand and tried not to be sick or faint. Just his luck and that would mark him as a traitor and as good as dead. Garaeth took his rider's mood in stride. Calm down, he coxed. We must be alert if we want to keep everyone safe. I can't do it, Garaeth, T'ke moaned. I can't fight them. They'll kill us for sure when they see. Or they will honor our courage, Garaeth suggested brightly. Only you, Garaeth, T'ke shook his head. Only you.
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Merridan was watching the last of the supplies being loaded onto Chaoth when the alert went up. "Shards and Shells," Mer cursed, shading her eyes so she could better see. One wing of dragons was already baring down on E'rro's group and another was coming in from the other direction. She should have know they would be waiting this time! Chaoth! I see them, was the brown's calm reply. Mer tightened her grip on the straps. The timing was bad. Chaoth wouldn't be able to fly fast weighted down by all this stuff and nearly all of their wing was on the ground. They were outnumbered, outflanked, and caught by surprise. If they weren't very lucky, then they were all dead.
Mer sent Auran and Vikky back to Burimyu with a firm order to alert S'rei and Sel'n. Auran would do it, she was sure and he would also make sure Vikky stayed out of trouble. Burimyu wouldn't be able to do much about it, at least not in time to make a difference, but at least they would be ready if the worst happened. Mer did a mental check of their situation. Chaoth and Jagjith were loaded down. Weith and Frosstyth were back, but two extra dragons would probably not be enough. Unfortunately, because of its importance, most of the firestone had already been shipped back to Burimyu. Chaoth had one or two of the last bags, but unless Jagjith or the caravan had more, that was all. Fire would be risky in close quarters, but against these odds, Mer would take any edge she could get. Tell Azrath we have firestone, Mer asked quickly. Azrath. I carry some firestone, should we require it.
For once, Mer regretted Chaoth's large size that made him ideal to carry the heavy loads. Even as she waiting for Darya's orders, she debated the best options. Betweening home with what they could carry was one, but nearly suicidal given the amount of time it would take Chaoth to get airborn and high enough to do it. Besides, Mer refused to run and leave her friends behind. They could fight while loaded, but Chaoth would be at even more of a disadvantage against the smaller faster dragons, not to mention the supplies would likely be damaged in the fight. The last option, was to cut the ropes and dump the load so they could fight better, but that also took time and would certainly make them a target. Mer gritted her teeth. They couldn't do anything that would start the fight too soon for the others. This was not going to be pretty.
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Post by Tashe on Aug 5, 2011 20:25:41 GMT -5
The council had picked the tithe teams with a purpose in mind, knowing that unlike last time, this raid would be possibly the most dangerous thing they'd done in a long time. Shifting weight as Ismaroth glided over the caravan, E'rro glanced back at his partner ranging out behind him. He had assigned himself and Iskierka to the lower altitudes, R'fuin to the high altitudes and given Nephele and Elysia watch, sending them out in either direction for short range sweeps. Farnath, he knew pirating tithes was going to be dangerous... And yet he couldn't voice a nay against it, they needed the supplies... They needed them badly. Pulling close into Ismaroths neck as the Brown wheeled around on a wing tip, the councilman caught sight of the caravan train below. Hurry up already, the longer they were out there the quicker they would be found. Isma reached out to Ioth and Ylonth, voicing His human's concerns. Keep alert, if we are caught by surprise everything will be for naught. Furling his sails wide, the male gained altitude and peeled away from the tree tops, surfacing to scan the horizon for any signs of life. And then... Onyth bespoke him. Ismaroth quickly threw his mind out to the rest of his wing, Pull back to the caravan. Ylonth remain in the higher altitudes, watch for enemies approaching from behind, Nuoth, Onyth and Ioth pull in to my location and range out behind me. Switching his attention, the male bespoke Azrath. Sweeps! Finish quickly, we will delay them as long as possible.
Rumbling as he wheeled to face the on coming Wing, he fed E'rro the demands as the Bronze spoke. Well, what say you Mine? The Brownrider frowned as he weighed his options. His Wing could not and would not abandon the other team, he was sure none of his team would ever forgive themselves if they did. Especially the remaining members of Legatus. There would be no surrender. There couldn't be. Burimyu needed the supplies and Darya's team needed protection. E'rro, as the sweep winged to a stop, gave their wingleader a wave in return. Ismaroth extended his mind to contact his team. Be prepared to engage, we will not let them take Azrath's wing. You have permission to take down and kill the wasteland dragons, if needed. Those who we know are Selenitas, try to disable... But keep in mind, if they try and kill you... You do what is necessary. Burimyu is our first priority.
Ismaroth sought out the Leader of the Sweep then added the rest of the sweep to his broadcast, own talons flexing. Surrender? I don't think that will be possible. But perhaps if you wish to surrender, we could work something out.
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 5, 2011 20:30:02 GMT -5
K’ian wasn’t sure he liked the new way things were being done. Mingling wastelanders and the native Selenitas riders sounded good in theory, but it wasn’t nice to fly around all day with people who hated your guts. He wasn’t worried that anything would happen, the pairs he was in charge of were all very good riders, but shouldn’t you like the people you were with? Well, he was pleased that it was about time to return to the weyr. He could already feel his legs stretching when he dismounted from his dragon. Speaking of, he could tell that Romeoth was ready to get home as well.
So, it came as a surprise to him when Romeoth suddenly paused in midair, evidently listening to something intently. The wingleader lifted a hand, signaling to his wingsecond and the rest of his wing to stop as well. Something was off. Romeoth? What’s up? The bronze growled lowly, his voice pounding in the rider’s head. It’s Kairodeth. Exiles have been spotted near the southern caravan. Kairodeth’s is already there. We are to approach them from the south, and we are not to make a move until ordered to. K’ian was stunned. Was it too much to hope that those banished from Selenitas would take their banishment in stride? He had hoped that they wouldn’t come back, because he knew what he would be forced to do if they did return, and he really, really didn’t want to have to do that. I don’t like this, Rom… Romeoth rumbled in response. I know mine, nor do I. K’ian knew what he had to do though. Tell them. Romeoth knew how his rider felt about the Selenitans, but there was nothing either of them could do about the situation. Without hesitation, the big bronze bugled to his wing. Exiles have been spotted. We are to approach them from the rear. Our wing must not bee seen! We will wait for orders. NO ONE is to do anything until they are told to. No mercy, no hesitiation… His tone lost some of its sharpness on the last part. …any who do will be punished. Head out!
Snorting, the big dragon flapped his great wings and started to lead his wing towards the south, ready to join the fray if he was needed. Atop his bronze back, his rider was tormented and conflicted…most of those in his wing were Selenitans…friends and possible family of the very people they were being sent to kill. This wouldn’t be good.
The lanky bluerider was getting tired of flying. They hadn’t found anything, so he didn’t see the point of being out so long. He could tell that Jeth was getting tired as well, but R’kel insisted that they go check on the tithe caravan arriving from the south. L’am didn’t understand why. The caravan had always made it unscathed before. Like the good little wingrider though (and it didn’t hurt that he was surrounded by wastelanders), the man followed along, not without Jeth’s constant complaining in his head.
Suddenly, Jeth and the rest of the wing ground to a halt. L’am was knocked out of his silent thoughts long enough to see what was up. His blue’s voice entered his head long before he could tell what was happening. The exiles, L’am. They’re raiding the caravan. The man’s heart dropped in his stomach, eyes ran over the dragons and riders gathered there…people he knew, people he trusted. Jeth… The dragon rumbled, knowing his rider’s resolve was crumbling. Suddenly, he heard their wingleader. Our enemies have been sighted. You will wait for our signal before you engage. Take no prisoners. This wouldn’t be good, not at all. L’am. Keirodeth’s wants us to attack at his’ signal. We are to take no prisoners. What? The color drained from his face. No, no, no, no, no… Mine? No, no, no Jeth… You can do this L’am. You can. If not then we’re both dead. Taking a deep breath, the man was strengthened by the love of his dragon. They had to do this. Steeling himself, his voice was even. Let’s go.
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Post by dragon on Aug 5, 2011 22:33:44 GMT -5
Frosstyth was just coming into a swift and somewhat harsh backwinging-landing when the notice came across that they'd been spotted by Selenitas. C'oar dropped a few words that he normally wouldn't utter as he tugged harshly on the straps he was hanging onto. He hadn't bothered to fasten them back at Burimyu, because he'd only have to undo them again to load Frosstyth. It was faster to just hang onto the load straps for the short hop between.
Now what? Frosstyth asked placidly, an entirely backward reaction than expected given the circumstances. Especially from a muddy thunderstorm of a dragon.
Now what? Now what? C'oar hadn't the first clue. It was their move, but it wasn't. Any step here could be a wrong step. They needed direction from the wingleaders, but yet waiting for direction might be their undoing at the same time. "Faranth if I know." C'oar answered, stuffing the straps underneath Frosstyth's harness finally. They might be useful later. "Merridan! Do you need help?" Chaoth was heavily loaded ... he was basically tied to a spit so far as Selenitas was concerned.
Unless given something else to do, I will guard your back until you can get home. They need what you have. Frosstyth told Chaoth, thinking that this was a rather logical and sensical thing to do. Save Chaoth, get the needed supplies to home ... maybe the brown would even have breath to warn Burimyu. Maybe or maybe not come back with help. If the rest couldn't get out in time. Right?
C'oar didn't bother to dismount just yet. He wasn't about to try and load Frosstyth down ... not with wings coming in at them. But he wasn't sure what the plan was yet. So he stayed put, watching and waiting ... and wondering where in the world Darya was and what she was doing. Because as much activity as was going on up there, he'd yet to hear a peep from her or from her blue.
Waiting for something, anything to happen, C'oar took a moment to check everything he could check. He could tell already this was going to be a very bloody meet-up. He was also completely prepared to meet it head on, give the others time to do whatever they needed to do. He and Frosstyth could handle it. It wouldn't be easy, but nothing ever was. Hopefully, everyone would get their flitters in a row and most would get out, back to Burimyu before it got bad, and then the rest could follow.
Right now, so far as he could tell, their best bet was to all haul ass for home. Which, hopefully, was still a hidden refuge. They weren't prepared to fight Selenitas yet ... if they ever would be.
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Post by Sebz on Aug 5, 2011 23:08:08 GMT -5
(WIP: This probably doesn't even make sense I'm so tired. I'll edit when I wake up tomorrow)
R'vor and Piwoth did not appreciate the new inititve that the wastelanders had took to merge themselves even more closly with the native Selenitas. R'vor hated the wastelanders, though he was good at hiding it. Piwoth shared his apathy towards to Wastelanders, but unfortunatly was more vocal about it, which had gotten the pair in trouble in the past.
It was just a sweep, nothing out of the ordinary, no reason for R'vor worry about choosing side. The exiles hadn't shown face in quite some time, so he had come to cope with the idea that they would not return, and the Wastelanders would never be ousted. It still plauged his consciense that he didn't know what he would do if it came to a fight. He would probably fight with the Wastlelanders and defend his home, but the idea of killing the riders he felt sympathy towards still twisted his gut. He would have gone to Piwoth with the delima, but he knew what the answer would be from the blue. Just Kill those who got in your way. Sides didn't matter for the blue. Only killling.
R'vor had begun to hope that it would never come to a fight, but that was shattered when his Wingleaders warnings were spread throughout the wing. "Shards," he cursed under his breath as Piwoth began relaying orders. Do as he says, R'vor warned as he felt the blue's anger towards K'ian. Or we may both die.
Piwoth stayed information, allowing himself to be led south by the large bronze and his dragon, but his eyes were beginning to change shade quickly, and began rolling in distress. This was the side of Piwoth that R'vor feared, the side that lusted after blood. Because R'vor knew there would be blood shed today, and so did Piwoth. The blue was not one to take prisoners.
They proceeded towards the back of the exiles quietly, following orders without comment. R'vor looked at his wingmates, most of them were Selenitas. Most, like him, were sympethetic to those who had escaped during the seige. Who would they fight with when, not if, it came a fight.
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Post by Ember on Aug 6, 2011 1:12:13 GMT -5
If there was anything good at all about Iskierka's part in the tithe theft it was that Ioth couldn't possibly complain about the inactivity driving him insane. Still, the bluerider knew it was an ill-fated operation. She'd also known she'd have to go whether she wanted to or not. Despite calling Sel'n an old man or whatever she would rather it be him doing the thieving. Selfishness, they name is Iskierka. She didn't particularly want to survive the Wasteland takeover just to die trying to continue that surprising feat. We shall not die. Also, Ismaroth says to keep alert. May I? Ioth slipped in quietly.
By all means, Iskierka replied dryly, considering that's our purpose being in the air an all. Not that having several dragons in the air doesn't advertise our position at all. Still, she made Ioth keep his sharper eyes out from her part of the sky while trusting E'rro and Ismaroth to do their part. Maybe not so much on a personal level but on a professional level she trusted most of her current wing. All but R'fuin were Legatus members, after all. She didn't know much about R'fuin and she'd reserve judgement until he either saved her life or didn't. Simple enough way to decide.
When Ismaroth's next orders came in, the blue was actually winging his way over to the brown before informing His completely. He did so midflight much to her chagrin. Enemies approach. We are to range out behind Ismaroth. Ioth continued to relay the instructions and such and she almost sighed over E'rro's clear warning to the Wasteland-Selenitas sweep that they would attack. She had Ioth pass a message for her. Ismaroth, Mine says if we do not want to lose the element of surprise we should go ahead and attack. She would like to add that had they simply attacked the waiting force we might have had an upper hand.
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To say Nephele was terrified would almost be an understatement. Though she'd eventually (mostly) caught up with Legatus she had never been in a proper fight. She couldn't even count her defence of Nuoth's clutch as a true fight since she'd gained the upper hand by being underhanded and that certainly wouldn't do her any good a-dragonback. Not that she was that concerned for herself. It was Nuoth who would be doing any fighting should a Selenitas sweep catch them red handed.
She was thankful to be sent on watch at first but in hindsight she'd realized that she had the potential to be the first target. Nuoth was rather skilled in the air but she lacked true fighting experience just as badly as her rider did. If a Selentias sweep somehow managed to catch the searcher pair unaware Nephele doubted the green could possibly hope to escape. Now, if they did their job properly and saw any threat before they could attack they'd probably be okay. The green could fly circles around most dragons, though she'd have to try extra hard considering the lack of proper excercise.
When the call came in to return to Ismaorth because - guess what? - they'd been found, Nuoth didn't even have to be asked to enter a quick sprint to return. The pair were far from eager to fight. They'd certainly never expected to be skilled enough to be in such an operation in the first place. Still, they had to protect their current home and themselves if they ever hoped to reclaim their rightful home. It was time to prove themselves worthy of being on Legatus.
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Post by archenstone on Aug 6, 2011 11:57:24 GMT -5
Kalina was ready to land back at Selenitas and stretch her legs. Flying with this group had been so boring. Not to mention they switched things up bashing Selenitas and Wastelanders into the same wings. Why couldn't they just leave things alone? She traces Uminth's patterns with one hand, a habit that started when they first Bonded and never went away. The unique leaf like patterns always fascinated her. She felt a tremor go through Uminth. Uminth was listening to someone. The Exiles have taken the tithing train. We are to attack on command and......take no prisoners. Kalina's face drained of blood. But....there are bound to be people we know there!
It was a horrible nightmare. It just had to be. Please tell me I am asleep Uminth....and this is just another vivid dream. Uminth rumbled, No KaliMine sadly not. We will do what we must though. Because I won't ever let anything happen to you. Kalina double checked the straps she was in. Tightening or at least tugging out of nervousness. I don't want you hurt either Uminth. Why we can't all just focuse on thread instead of fighting I don't know. All the bloodshed makes no sense. It had never made sense to Kalina. She fingered her dagger which was secured to her side. She had learned to fight since the last time, but it was a skill she'd rather never need.
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V'rael was uneasy with the strange wing riders. It was a mix of Wastelander's and Selenitas originals with no one totally at ease. The sweep had been normal, though the natural tension of people unfamiliar with working together was prevalent.
K'ian's hand went up in an order to hold and V'rael dutifully passed the command back as wing second. Taith paused behind Romeoth, pumping his wings to stay aloft. V'rael shifted in his seat, wondering what was going to happen now. The exiles are taking the Tith train Mine. We are to come in from the south and wait for attack orders. No prisoners are to be taken. V'rael banked to follow Romeoth.
I'm surprised they waited this long. Things must be bad off for them if they are stealing the supplies like this. V'rael was not happy about this situation in the slightest, yet he had a duty to the people in this Wing, even as Wing Second. If anything happened to K'ian he would have to protect the wing and get them home safe. V'rael was also worried about the people transporting the supplies. Chances where that he knew them personally and if they had been hurt....Selenitas Exiles or not....he would make sure they pay.
The people he had known in Selenitas before the Wasteland take over where not the time to harm Holders though, so hopefully, that would be a scenario he wouldn't come across. Make sure to protect yourself Taith. I bet those transporting goods are going to have back up. We don't want to inadvertantly be ambushed from above. Taith thought it made good sense so he reached his mind out for Romeoth's WingLeader, Mine is concerned that the Exiles will have guards protecting their flank. We should keep an eye above as well as below right?
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Post by Sheari on Aug 6, 2011 13:19:11 GMT -5
This! He had returned to this! Weith shifted uncomfortably beneath his rider, his sour mood bleeding into the agitated man on his back. The pair hadn't gotten quite the best explanation as to why they'd been chosen to go on this venture. Perhaps it was the strength and size of Weith that had made him ideal for carrying supplies. In a way, it made him feel good, to know he was so useful and so trusted to be sent on a dangerous mission. A mission that R'men would have been more comfortable with if E'rro and Darya hadn't been leading it. To him it seemed foolish to risk two of their leaders, for if they died the weyr would be thrown into sorts again trying to find replacements for them. As such, he was not privy to the inner workings but he could guess it wasn't easy. They had been roughly paired up with Frosstyth and C'oar as the first two to relay supplies. R'men guessed it was medical and edible in nature, at least for Weith's load. Nothing in this particular tithe train was useless or above anything else in need. Those on the ground would have to do their best to prioritize supplies. The man watched as Chaoth and Jagjith were loaded down. It was in this brief interval of time that things got worse. In the span of minutes Weith was being loaded, then unloaded, and now he felt pinned. Their entire wing was on the ground, practically sitting ducks with two dragons weighed. Was he nervous? Yes. Was eh scared? R'men felt a twinge of fear in his gut but he wouldn't admit it. Weith's claws gripped the earth beneath him. The bronze looked at Azrath for orders. ~*~ Wow, really?! Ansuah grumped. She did not hide her hatred of the occupying wastelanders. Most of Selenitas didn't, she knew, though few acted on it. From what she observed, the invaders didn't mind the disgust so plain on so many faces and, she was sure, some even enjoyed it. If looks could kill... With a sigh she deftly patted the pocket that held her smallest friends. Akos followed her everywhere and her newest acquisition, Vyran, was just as well loathe to leave her side. She was small yet and able to fit in a pocket, for now, and it was safer than riding in the open wind. Minth suppressed a growl as she relayed to Hers the message sent by their wingleader. I don't like it. I don't like any of it, the green said. Anusha patted the green's neck with a gloved hand. Her dragon's eyes whirled an annoyed colour at a slow speed. Was she annoyed at having to fly with foreign dragons or at not being able to go home? With silent conviction Minth altered her position to follow the wing as they altered course. In her mind she knew they would be attacking old friends and even clutchmates. She hoped she would not see her exiled brothers there, Weith and Chaoth. We can only hope. However to defy orders would to sentence ourselves to death. I know.[/i]
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Aug 6, 2011 15:05:25 GMT -5
C'zan was not sure of the obsession with merging themselves with the Native Selenites. So forced and artificial, it always seemed bound for disaster as far as he was concerned. It was better in his mind to just forget the already Impressed, and focus on the fresh faces they were searching out. The older ones... they would never understand. Especially not when half of them looked like they were ready to piss their pants when it really came down to it. He took a glance around at his uneasy wingmates such as the obviously vexed Farryl and the greenrider Kalina who was obsessively checking her straps and nearly snickered, not so much at their obvious reluctance - who could blame them, it was like they were all hardwired to be loyal to these exiles - but at the oppressiveness of this long wait.
Yes, you could say that C'zan was a little excited. A chance to finish this once and for all opened up for them, and without the exiles aching like a thorn in their side the true business of reclaiming Benden could be resumed. Plus it wasn't like he had all too many ties to the dragons and men he was primed to attack. No associates of his, just targets as far as he was concerned, and with the knowledge (or was it just hope) that the exiles would be too stubborn to surrender, he felt that extra bit of adrenaline run through his and Viaqueth's body alike. Hovering there, the blue dragon could hardly even contain his delight, purring physically and through his mind link just as loudly, It has been too long since we've had any proper play. I think it is these that will make for a good game yes? They always have an extra kick when they've nothing left to lose. Don't lose your head over it dear....[/color]
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Meanwhile dragonlengths from the trail there was the lightest of stirring...
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Post by Ruby on Aug 6, 2011 17:45:46 GMT -5
A'en was the strong and silent type; he'd been H'nes' man as long as he could remember, and even those who remembered the elusive Bronzerider - now Weyrleader - couldn't quite place the Brownrider's face. It wasn't that he wasn't unique (a very broken nose took away from his attractiveness and added to his uniqueness), he was just quiet. He spoke rarely, even to his dragon, and socialized even less, preferring to spend most of his time in his Weyr, working out and doing whatever it was he did all the time. Espresso-colored Whuyth was the same; the two couldn't really be said to have 'friends' so much as 'associates'. Still, he was a competent Wingsecond, better than competent when he had to be. He and H'nes worked together absolutely seamlessly.
But R'kel wasn't H'nes.
Not that it mattered, really. A'en would do what was needed, and he wasn't about to question his Wingleader's orders when the situation was tense, which, all of a sudden, it was. A'en didn't know what was going on, but that didn't matter. Whuyth was to rally the Wing in case any were still out scouting, while R'kel did what he had to do. Their temporary wing had no name, so Whuyth called them by their Wingleader's name. Kairodeth's wing! To me, leave off your sweeps. Something has occured. That something was quickly explained... and A'en's hands tightened on the straps. Fighting did not bother him - it would be good to remove the Exiles in one fell swoop - but if there was to be a battle, A'en wanted men he trusted at his side, not unreliable women and children. Farryl and Kalina especially got suspicious looks. Their soft womanly values might cause them to hesitate, and that could easily kill himself and Whuyth. This did not please him.
For now, though, there was nothing he could do. Taking his place at R'kel's right hand, he glanced across (subtly pleased that it was C'zan across the gap, and not some woman) and behind, making sure everyone was in position. And now they waited.
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Serissa was apathetic about the wing change-up. As a Triage wingrider, she was used to shuffling and changing her wingmates on a regular basis, changing who she flew with in response to the healing needs. This was the first time since Fort she'd flown as the sole healer on a regular sweep wing, though. Interesting? As an added bonus, she had R'vor with her, and Serissa had made sure she lurked over by R'vor and Piwoth whenever she could. This meant that when K'ian called the wing - MineMineSerimine! Something is happening! Romeoth... he says... things!! Exiles! Does this mean we get to fight? I'll kill more people than ANYONE!! - it was R'vor Serissa found herself next to.
It didn't help her feel much better, though. The Bluerider glanced around, taking stock of her wing and decided that this was probably one of the worst situations she could find herself in. A wing lead by a Bendener, everyone else Selenitas, as far as she knew, with the exception of a few more quiet Bendeners near the back. None of Mi'rah's secret wing were here (that she knew of anyway), no other Fort riders. So Bluerider Serissa was in an interesting position.
Fight alongside those she hated, kill those who had taken her in when she abandoned Fort? Those she had, in fact, abandoned Fort in favor of? Or hang back, let Romeoth and K'ian and the other Bendeners get themselves killed, then urge V'rael to take the command and call off the battle? There was always the other Wing to think of, but perhaps if they destroyed R'kel (he was sure to be a target), the other Bendeners would surrender to the combined force of Serissa's wing and the Exiles. She wondered if V'rael was strong enough to make this work. She needed more friends among the Brown and Bronzeriders of the Weyr. Well, it was too late to worry about that now, Serissa realized her choice was obvious, she just had to make it happen if she could. Forming up without problem, she glanced over at R'vor. Should she tell him? No, she wouldn't risk the man's life until she was sure her gamble would pay off. Instead, she blew him a kiss, and turned her attention to K'ian as they moved out, staying low and out of sight. This would be an interesting day.
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"HAS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU TAKEN LEAVE OF YOUR SENSES??" T'mund bellowed at the other riders on the ground. Merridan was standing around with her mouth hanging open like a big dopey cow, C'oar was shouting brainlessly and trampling his oversized brown all over the place, R'men was staring like the enormous lump he was, and Darya was clearly taking longer to recover than T'mund had. The youngest rider on the ground team had, upon hearing the news and seeing the invading force, immediately drawn his belt knife (where he'd gotten it was anyone's guess, but nevertheless there it was) and started sawing through the straps that held Jagjith's load on. The orangey brown held perfectly still, but that didn't stop him from conversing with his Rider while T'mund dropped supplies left and right.
Are you certain this is the best course, T'mund? If we were able to make it to altitude with the supplies in place, it would benefit the maximum number of people. Except we cannot count on making it to altitude with supplies in place. E'rro and Ismaroth would have you believe that we will, but I refuse to place my life in their incapable hands. There are so few at Burimyu that we cannot risk even a single Dragonrider life, if it is avoidable. While I believe you are incorrect about our chances of making it high enough to go Between, your analysis has merit. We may make it, and likely Azrath and Frosstyth as well, but Chaoth will not, nor will Weith. I doubt, however, that Weith will make it in any scenario. Regardless, supplies are superfluous. There will be other tithe trains. Exactly.
Jagjith was nearly half unloaded by now, and bags and boxes were falling off left and right. "This would be much faster if I had help," he whined at the others. "This is certainly not the last Tithe train in all of Pern, nor is it the last cothold or gather. We will find supplies elsewhere; dragonrider lives, however, we cannot afford to waste. Move! E'rro and the wing above us will never keep them talking, we must go between!" Yeah, cause the whiny, skinny little 17-turn old, riding the youngest dragon on the landing team, was totally in charge. Totally.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 7, 2011 16:19:23 GMT -5
persuaded unnaturally alert, combat ready, although all she was doing at the moment was directing her ‘persuaded’ caravan crew in what should be brought to be loaded onto the large dragons in which order. It was, she conceded a task which anyone with a little common sense and some organizationall skills could carry out. So far things were going well, with foodstuffs and the medical supplies being prioritized, Darya was happy with the, so far, uneventful and successfull raid, and she’d be quite pleased if things could continue thusly.
Of course due to the imp of the perverse, that was exactly when Azrath spoke. Onyth has sighted another wing. [/color] the warning came with images attached, mixed Selenitas natives and invaders, Darya hissed a curse that was echoed by Azrath hissing and snaking his head out to snap his jaws at their temporary assistants, most of whom backed up hastily. The blue turned his gaze skyward, projecting what he saw faithfully back to his rider. Chaoth has some firestone.[/color] He added in response to the brown’s comment. Ismaroth says his wing will engage and delay them as long as possible. He asks that we finish quickly.[/color]
And done! Stop hissing at those men. Darya responded to her dragon and turned on her heel to return to her wing and give T’mund a thump on whatever part of the young brownrider’s body was closest to her. ‘No. I have not taken leave of my senses.’ she replied, the deadly cold of smoking ice in her tone and in the pale eyes that fixed on him. ‘Have you taken leave of yours? E’rro’s wing is engaging to give us all time to get these supplies back to the Weyr. I don’t think they intend to talk, stop showing your cowardice and if you want to save lives save theirs by getting those supplies airborne and moved. Quickly!’ The bluerider’s voice rose from a deadly near whisper to a no less deadly shout in a controlled crescendo as she spoke and her finger stabbed skyward.
Turning away from T’mund Darya’s gaze alighted on Merridan. The bluerider considered momentarily, she hated to waste the firestone, but at least the bulk of it had already been transported. ‘Yes, give the dragons the firestone. C’oar, R’men. Get ‘stone, get airborne, defend Chaoth and Jagjith.’ Darya turned back to the ‘work crew’ andharanguedd them into loading the remaining foodstuffs on Azrath,
Jagjith, Chaoth, you too are to have firestone to defend yourselves. Your riders are to go between as soon as you reach a safe altitude, once there you may cut your supplies loose, return as soon as may be from a high altitude. We may need you. Weith, Frosstyth, Darya does not wish you to fully engage or pursue the enemy, simply to keep them off the others. I will be taking these things from a lower altitude, I should be fine, Darya intends to be swift, and to abandon the wood and such foodstuffs as cannot be loaded onto me. Keep in contact with me.[/color] Azrath quickly outlined the rest of the plan to the entire wing, riders included, as swiftly as possible while the firestone was handed out and the blue was loaded practically nose to tail in supplies. Anyone looking at him would surely think he wouldn’t be able to get airborne, and they might be right but Darya intended to Between ground to air anyway, something she and Azrath had done before out ofdesperationn. With the orders given the blue outlined the situation and the plan to Salenth and Kaaoloth back at the weyr and to Ismaroth.
Onyth has sighted a sweep. Ismaroth says stay alert.[/color] Ylonth twisted his body around to face the direction the enemy wouldapproachh from. R’fuin grimaced, he had no doubt the sweepriders would attack if they had the numbers no chance of them being missed with five dragons hovering above another wing of five. They were totally obvious.
They challenge us.[/color] the blue said, almost unnecessarily as an entire wing spread out before them, outnumbering them. We are to take higher altitudes and watch for enemies at the rear. the pale blueannouncedd, takingindependentt action and twisting into a thermal to take him higher while the rest of the wing moved closer together.
Like a curse they were there, not immediately but soon after the bluepair took up their sentry position the colours of dragonhide came into visual range and swiftly resolved into a wing of seven, led by a bronze. Company. Lots of it.[/color] Ylonth swiftly warned his wingmates.
J’on trembled with a combination of suppressed rage and suppressed fear, his hands clenching and unclenching on the fighting straps as Rinagth fell into the wing formation at the trailing corner, a reflection of the green’s own confusion, Rinagth was usually a first sort of dragon and never accepted ‘lesser’ places without a fight. Must we do this? I don’t wish to. The green made her inquiry on a tight line to her rider.
J’on’s face set in determination. I’m afraid we must. He replied, thinking hard. He didn’t want to lose another mindmate, surely what would happen if he didn’t actively fight, but perhaps he and Rinagth could pretend to be less adept than they really were. Anyone with eyes knew Rinagth wasn’t the best at drills. Follow my instructions exactly Rinagth; no grandstanding. He warned, still thinking over his options.
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Post by Rei on Aug 7, 2011 19:51:52 GMT -5
Kairodeth arched his neck, his lips pulling back in a silent snarl as he passed on Ismaroth’s answer. R’kel simply laughed outright, the sound loud and carrying. “Surrender? When we have them outnumbered and outmaneuvered? I think their Wingleader might be just a bit insane.” A grin passed over R’kel’s face as Kairodeth passed along Romeoth’s position. Excellent. Romeoth. Your wing is to take out the grounded dragons as they move to rise. You may send a pair to assist us here if you desire. This should take but a matter of moments. Burimyu was severely outnumbered and with grounded dragons to boot. Couldn’t ask for a better situation in R’kel’s opinion.
The orders to his own wing came clear and concise even as the large bronze moved. The greens. Take them out first. Watch the blues. Work in pairs. Viaqueth with Peppeth. Jeth with Uminth. Strike to kill. They will not hesitate and nor should you. Whuyth I am trusting you to watch my back. I will watch yours. With that Kairodeth disappeared between emerging above Ismaroth, with talons extended, as he slashed for the pale brown’s spine. And now you all die.
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There was no hesitation in Onyth at all. No remorse. No fear. In fact there was only excitement and a strong desire to feel wing sail tearing under her talons, ichor permeating the air. Since she had been hatched the green had been conditioned for one thing. Aerial battle. Straight from weyrlinghood into one of Benden’s best fighting wings. This was what the dark dragon excelled in. What she had been trained from birth to perform. The tension in the air was like wine to her, Onyth’s eyes whirled in shades of crimson, orange, and yellow as they narrowed upon her targets.
Elysia upon her dragon's back had pushed back her roiling emotions to replace them with the icy calm that always took over during battle. Reigning back her green’s exuberance only slightly the rider gazed at the wing they were facing. Couldn’t think of them as anything but the enemy now. Kill or be killed. Let them live and they would come at you another day. Sorry E’rro. If they got in her way they were going down. Simple as that. There could be no room for error.
Onyth simply send back quiet mental acknowledgement to Ismaroth as he finished his order. With that Elysia finally released her dragon. The dark green shot through the air space between the two wings like a bullet just as Kairodeth betweened. Her goal. Get to them before they had time to marshal themselves against her. As possibly the most experienced fighter in the air she had a chance to make an large impact on the less experienced. If she could take them out before they formed up into pairs all the better for her.
Slicing through the middle of the wing Onyth slashed out with malicious intent at Uminth’s wings seeking to disable the left one as she wound around the other green. Shooting over her the dark female made a pass at Jeth’s soft underside before dropping like a stone and baiting Peppeth and Viaqueth with a cry. Come if they so dared. A brief brush to Ioth’s mind was given. I bring you presents.
~~~~ Points to note
The Battle has begun. Do not godmod. Please keep your attacks open ended unless you ask and get permission to maim someone. Listen to the instructions of your Wingleader. Please take into account combat experience and the physical limitations of your dragons. A dragonpair with sixteen turns of fighting experience on a northern wing will likely beat out someone with no battle experience for example. Be realistic <3 Above all have fun ^^ Any questions can be passed along to me.
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Post by Rowana on Aug 7, 2011 21:03:24 GMT -5
Farryl tightened her grip and pushed away a sick feeling in her stomach. For the smallest of moments, she dared to hope this wouldn't lead to fighting. She knew better. Peppeth shifted underneath her, uneasy at the tense air. She knew something was wrong, but she didn't understand what. Then the order came. Peppeth relayed it obediently, but added her own cry of dismay. Why would he say that? Are they not our friends? Yes, Peppeth, but not today. They will hurt you if you let them. Just don't get too close. Farryl nudged her closer to Viaqueth. She didn't like working with C'zan, but it was better than trying to survive alone.
The Burimyu riders might have been outnumbered, but they were not unprepared it seemed. R'kel's bronze had barely vanished from the air, when a dart of dark green burst into their wing. Peppeth rolled to one side as the attacker went for Uminth and Jeth. Farryl could feel Peppeth's fear, but she forced herself to stay calm and ignore Onyth's baiting cry. Going after her was stupid and she was probably only leading them into one of the other dragons. Besides, R'kel had said to go after both greens.
I won't ask you to kill them, Peppeth. But if you don't at least use your claws, they will notice. I will try, Farryl-love, Peppeth agreed mournfully. Swallowing hard, Farryl ignored the diving green to focus on the the other. If they didn't go for them both, one or more would get them from behind later. I go, Viaqueth, the tiny green said shortly. Without further warning, Farryl nudged Peppeth between to reappear below and behind Nuoth. Higher was what they would be expecting, Farryl figured. Peppeth darted towards the other green's belly, hesitating only briefly to strike out with her claws. She was going too fast to likely cause a mortal wound, but it would hurt if she hit. Pulling away, they dove to let Viaqueth follow.
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"Shells," T'ke muttered. "Shards and shells and shatterstorms!" Stay calm, T'ke-mine, Garaeth coaxed. Calm? CALM?! We are so very, very dead, Garaeth! T'ke insisted with a moan. If these guys don't get us, the Wastelanders will! I can't fight them. I just can't. T'KE! Garaeth cut him off. T'ke took a deep breath. I'm sorry, it's just. I know. It will all be better someday. For now we must wait for orders. I wish I could believe that. I really wish I could. T'ke watched as the first dragons began to charge, this sick feeling in his stomach threatening to make a violent appearance.
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Merridan almost jumped over to give T'mund a good punch herself, but Darya beat her to it. That aught to teach him to act on his own. He might be smart, but that didn't count for everything in a fight. Mer reached back for the firestone as Chaoth relayed Azrath's orders. She tugged a few stones loose and tossed them to her dragon. Last resort, she instructed. We'll risk hitting the others. Of course. Chaoth tensed his legs and pushed off into the air as quickly as his large body could manage.
Merridan hated this. She was a sitting duck, relying on others to help her flee a fight! She knew the order made sense and it was for the good of the most people, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. It reminded her far too much of the incident at the record rooms. Forced to wait and run because they simply had no other option. The price of survival, it seemed, was pride. The second we have room, we go, Mer instructed, already fixing the landing point in her mind. Chaoth rumbled his agreement, angling his ascent towards Frosstyth. Thank you. Chaoth responded gratefully to the offer of support.
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Post by dragon on Aug 7, 2011 21:06:44 GMT -5
Get airborne, Chaoth. I will cover you. Frosstyth repeated, reiterating what he'd said before with more certainty now that the instruction fell in line with the orchestrator's plans. Now, there was firm direction. C'oar jumped from his shoulders, gathered up some of the stone and quickly fed a quick feeding to Frosstyth. The burly brown crunched the stone quickly in his powerful jaws even as C'oar fastened a bag of it to the harness again, climbing back aboard. It would be a few moments before Frosstyth could flame, but that was alright. He had other weapons at his disposal. As soon as the last stone was licked from the ground where C'oar had left it, the brown pair launched into the sky, powerful wings carrying them higher even as Frosstyth chewed the last bit.
Chaoth, now. I have your back. Frosstyth relayed as C'oar fiddled with his gear in-flight. "Sharding wastelanders." He muttered grumpily. But at least they were not unprepared - they had expected to eventually be caught. This was an eventuality that had been planned for, provisions had been made. Dropping suddenly, the powerful brown snatched up a bundle of lumber before arcing back into the sky and whirling around, keeping an eye on both Chaoth and the attacking wings. The lumber was not enough to slow him down, but enough to be used in inventive ways if he needed it. It would also provide a barrier to any gutting slashes that might come his way. If it never got used in the battle, that was fine too. They could use it back home.
"Be careful." C'oar intoned quietly, earning a rumbling ascent from the dragon as he whirled around again, still climbing but keeping a fairly close proximity to his charge all without getting in his way. As soon as Chaoth was gone, they'd switch over and guard Jagjith too. Who was going to have to reload - or at least stabilize what was left of his load - before he could even begin to get airborne. C'oar hoped that pair hurried. There was no time. Once they were gone, if Azrath was still there, they too would get guarded. Simple, straight forward, methodical.
This was not the brown pair's first battle, it likely wouldn't be their last. For they fully intended to survive it. They knew what to expect, and were prepared. Fighting those who had used to be their friends ... that was new. But right now, the cold realization of sheer survival outweighed all else.
Farryl and Peppeth are there. Frosstyth noted sadly.
C'oar grumbled unhappily, hoping that the green pair stayed away from him. Friends as in Selenites were one thing. But personal friends would only make it harder. But if they attacked? It would only mean they were willing to attack friends. Defensive lines would have to hold.
Should I speak to them? Frosstyth asked.
"Your call. I am not sure what you could or should say." C'oar grumped.
Frosstyth crooned sadly as he cut around hard for another pass, keeping his position in defensive readiness, lumber clutched to his belly where it wouldn't produce drag. Fair skies, sister. He said, simply, in acknowledgment of her existence and also to state that he didn't wish her any ill will. But he also knew and understood what C'oar saw. Personal defense was personal defense.
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