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"Im getting sick of these things!" Todd thought as he fired at more Furies. He looked over at Asten and saw him take down another tank. "Jeez this guy is crazy! At least he isnt trying to kill us..." he cringed as he heard a loud roar. "What now!?" he watched in terror as he saw a massive dragon land a few feet away from him and the others. '"What the hell is that!?" he thought as he watched as Lasten and the dragon fight. He grinined when he saw the drones explode on the dragon and thought we won. But after the explosion cleared he lost his confindence "Oh we're introuble now...."

"Well we play insanity and hit it till it breaks....or we some how kill it from the inside." Todd reponds to Dimitris's question. He just watched to see what would hapen next. Did lasten have aother tick up his sleeve? Did Laz have anyting planned? He jut didnt know and had to wait till someone made a move.

Dimitris crossed over from behind the Chiroptera and tossed the box up to Rocky. "Here man!" He yelled and took an explosive out from the box tampering it to accommodate to his rifle.

(who are you? doesn't Renamon have to approve your presence BEFORE you post and mess things up ? not trying to be rude here, but since your profile isn't in the profiles list, I'm going to assume you have not talked to Ren about joining. And, to mangle a famous Dark Jedi's statement " I find the lack of posts disturbing.")

(long time to be away from posting then...... I don't like it. I'll go along with it......)

Lasten heard the charge of the cyborgs, and frankly didn't care. Not after the Dragon had batted him aside with a paw like a toy.

- Amazing how easy you accept death-
He marveled to himself as he found, upon checking himself for weapons, that his gun was gone, but he still had the two swords. Not that they would do a lot of good, as he watched the Dragons forepaw descend.

- Screw it. Going out with a fight is more interesting than passivly getting crushed like a insect-

He threw pot swords point up, as the massive paw descended, and the paw hit them- and pulled back, to a scream of pain from the Dragon. Confused, he looked to see if someone had hit it in a weak spot, then noticed the blood coming from the underside of the paw. Of course- sensitive, and soft flesh. not much of a weak spot, but enough to keep him from being crushed. That couldn't be all of what had stopped it...

Then he noticed the Dragon shaking its head from something, and glimpsed two smoking holes, one near each eye, and knew that someone had almost gotten lucky with a pair of eye shots.

- unfortunatly....stabbing it in the foot will not kill it, or probably do more than temporarily slow it... and it is wary now of the others.. -

He noticed the weakened and cracked scaling that covered its body, and knew that those points were the only vulnerable areas.

The Dragon knew this, for unlike before, it was not staying in one place to strike, moving too quickly for precise shots. Lasten wondered if, with his enhanced reflexes, he could make the shot, but found after a few seconds of watching, that even he couldn't wouldn't be able to get off a accurate enough shot. The Dragon paused, and swung around to attack the cyborgs who had appeared, laying into them with a passion. The Dragons back was to him, and he saw the only window of opportunity.


Laz dropped another of the armored quadrapeds with a shot from the ShockDart rifle he'd found in the Chiroptera's weapons rack in the cargo hold, and slid another clip of the stunning- lethal now, after some tinkering with the saftey- capacitor darts home, and fired again, watching as the creature he hit jerked and convulsed, then collapsed, faint tendrils of smoke coming from its nose and mouth. Not a pleasent way to kill, but neccessary. He'd accidently shot the first couple with the darts set to heavy stun, then a thought had come- the creatures could be valuable tools to the Corps. Now he was glad of the couple he had only stunned, as a examination of them would be invaluable, as well as any tissue samples he could recover. The Dragon, and the subsequent fight with the Lantean, made him redouble his efforts to kill the attackers, for the Dragon was clearly the main threat, yet Laz didn't want one to get him while he was focused on killing the massive beast.

He had groaned when the Lantean went down, under the Dragons paw, and began to fire at the beast when it roared and lifted its paw- and the Lantean rolling away. He Had lived....good.

The wave of centauroid cyborgs drew the attention of the Dragon, who knew a greater threat from them than the rest of Laz's party, and turned its back to the Lantean. Laz continued to fire, the Darts skipping uselessly off scales, when the Lantean made a running jump and landed on the Dragons long, powerful tail. The Dragon evidently felt the impact, and flicked its tail to dislodge the Lantean, who mearly forced his sword blades into the tiny gaps between scales, and clung like a limpit. Laz wondered briefly what the Lantean was trying, when the Dragon flicked its tail again in response to the clinging humanoid, using his swords as pitons, began to climb up the Dragon.


Lasten had thought the Dragons scales would be cold. oddly, they were warm to the touch, as he made his way upwards, towards the cracked patch of scales he had noticed by the Dragons left foreleg and shoulders. The Dragon roared in pain, and reared, flailing the air with forepaws as it tried to dislodge the painful mite crawling up its armored back. It was difficult to hold on, as the scales naturally had no were to grab, and the hilts of his swords were by now covered in gore, yet he continued to make his slow way upwards, cursing the Erinyes Controller who had thought of all the possible ways to kill its premier war engine and had taken measures to prevent it.


the main thing was, the Dragon had a massivly hard, thick, and tough layer of muscle around its spine, preventing him from simply hacking away at the scales until he had cut its spine away and crippled it.So, he did it the hard way, clinging to its back, and making his way up to the weak patch, knowing that the Dragon could not possibly have the same internal armor everywere; it wouldn;t be able to move otherwise.


Laz now wanted to shake that Lanteans hand and buy him a round of drinks- the guy was clearly either the bravest creature he had ever encountered, or the most insane, for making such a harebrained attempt in the first place, and for contiueing to go through with it. He had seen the maroon blood coursing down its sides of course- and knew that the Dragon was moving too damn fast to take advantage of this. now thought, the Dragon was more concerned with attempting to dislodge the Lantean, and failing, miserably. Laz drew a careful bead on a patch of blood, and squeezed the trigger.


Lasten heard something whistle through the air beside him, and heard the sound of metal hitting flesh. a second later, the Dragon shrieked in agony, and convulsed. Lasten clung to his swords, praying that the barbed shafts would keep themselves inbedded as he slammed againsts unyielding scales with enough force to knock his breath away. Finally, the Dragon stopped, and he looked beside him to see a silver dart crakling with a recent discharge of energy inbedded in a patch of the Dragons hide were a big chunk of scale had fallen away, and knew that the white furred biped who had saved his life once before might have just done it again. The Dragon, never having felt such pain before, swung and looked at its attacker, ignoring the painful flea making his way up its broad back to its shoulders, and rushed Laz. Lasten glanced away in time to see the Dragons jaws snap close- over where Laz had been not a second earlier. Enraged at its prey's antics, it reared out gain, and tried to catch Laz with its teeth again, again, to no effect as Laz kept doging at the last second, even going so far as to slap it on the nose with a paw.

Laz hoped the Lantean was close to hurting or killing this thing, because he was beginning to slow down as his augmentation and adrenaline started to lessen. The Dragon was intelligent to a degree, knew which weapons hurt the most, and went after those wielding them. Intreresting but very predictable behaviour, obviously something programmed into the biological robot. He dodged again, and pulled out a block of Semtex with a industrial strength ahedsive, and ripped the cover off the patch, his finger hitting the "timed" detonation button, and held the button down to keep it from activating- a dead-mans switch. The Dragon snapped again, and he dodged to the side- and kept going. The Dragon snorted in surprise, and about a second or two later, noticed the beeping block stuck to the side of its insensitive muzzle.


Lasten felt the Dragon shudder and fall as the bomb went off. One bloodslick hand, despite the gloves, slipped from its hilt, and he grasped the last one with all his strength as the Dragon, mildly stunned by the blast, hit the ground. He blacked out a second as his head hit scales, and woke up a second later, still clinging, and the Dragon moaning in distress and shaking its head, trying to shake off the effects of the blast, and still flat on its belly. He didn't have much time, so he took advantage of the Dragons pretty flat back, and ran up its back. He had almost made it to the cracked part when it rose. A sword went flying as he lost his grip on the hilt, and he grabbed onto the Dragons crest, finding that he could hold on without too much trouble.

The Dragon was wary, now, of the little mites it faced. Nest-Mother, the voice in the head of all the Children, had told him that the mite who had killed the other two of her Dragons, had fled here, and had told him, in concepts and images more than words, how to track him, and how to kill him. He had thought himself invulnerable, with his shielding up, until the murderer had used his metal flying tube to wound him. He had never before known such pain; Mother had scoured the land as best She could, eradicating the pesky Thinking Enemies when She found them, and he had never been in a fight where his shields had gone down. The pain had enraged him, enabled him to throw the Metal Tube to the ground, and the murderous mite who had killed his fellow Dragons and so many of Mothers Children had escaped before the Tube had been thrown. He'd enjoy squishing the mite underfoot....when it had stabbed him in the foot, a unarmored part of a Dragon, then almost been shot in the eyes, and had been forced to deal with the pesky Centaurs as they had appeared. Mother had long tried to eradiate this bunch, to no avail, and their shots he could ignore, to a degree, as he found that his scaling had cracked in places. The pain was enough he almost didn't feel the mite jumping on his tail, so he had absently flicked it. Then again, as the mild pain worked its way up his back. Long buried memories of Mother telling him never to allow a enemy close enough to grab on surfaced, and he tried to shake the creature off, even so far as to beat his mangled wings. nothing would shake it off. then that white furred one had shot him...

And Mothers comforting presence had vanished in a white hot burst of agony. He had thought what he had felt before was painful- this took the cake. the pain wasn't the thing that angered him the most, made him chase the white one- it was the loss of Mothers presence. He snapped again, then felt Mothers presence return, just as he noticed the foreign object that had somehow gotten stuck to his muzzle.

He blacked out a moment, falling, as the shock literally shook his brain. Dragons had thick skulls, but shockwaves still propogated through them, as he found when he woke a few seconds later, and shook his head. He was so confused; pain, dizzyness ( something he had never experienced before, and thus had no defense against) Mothers presence....it all made so little sense. Then the blinding, agonizing pain from its shoulder came.


Lasten finally reached the weak spot, and jammed his sword into it, then adjusted the sword with a quick thought, retracting the barbs so he would not stick, then threw his entire wieght onto the blade. Slowly at first, he began to slid down, his sword opening a massive gash, then faster, until he jumped off and rolled away from the agonized titan, and looked up.


The Dragon screamed, then, and Mother shared his pain as she knew another of her Children, one of her Chosen, was going to die. He reared up as his blood gushed out the hole the mite had carved in his side, and wailed in agony. He came down, hard, and the all the tendons for his left foreleg....snapped. He fell, nose first, to the ground. Mother had designed her Children, her Chosen, well, but she had had to accept several flaws with he Chosen to keep the basic design sound. The includance of shielding had negated being able to put acid into some, or shields into the one ProtoDragon she had created with the Outsider cloak. Or, as with all Her Dragons, a inability to do more than stand with only three legs; with one out, they were as good as dead, for they could not fight or run away. they could still fly...if their wings were not shredded, as this one's were.


Lasten ran towards the collapsed,thrashing Dragon as it frantically tried to crawl away, to fight back, to take more of its enemies with it, anything, maoning in agony from the massive wound in its side. it kept slipping and falling in the blood soaked mud beneath it, and Lasten primed the grenade he had found scattered outside his Gate-ship. The Dragons bulk loomed above him as he lept onto its useless and crippled limb, and used it as a board to jump onto it head. He slammed the grenade down onto a scale, it adheared, and he made to jump away when the Dragon tosssed its head back, throwing him against its backwards facing horns, knocking the wind from him. He found, then, that he was stuck, for they seemed to act like magnets, and he stuck on. he boosted power to his own shields, and hoped they remained strong enough to survive the grenade.


Laz gasped as a golden explosion engulfed the Dragons head, and the Lantean who had brought it down. The Dragon gurgled, and went limp, the blast knocking it completly out; a mercy, for the blast mangled one of its eyes, and tore away most of the scales and flesh on its head. Laz didn't have time to admire this, for he ran towards the massive, and dying, creature. He looked all around the shuddering, gory, brightly colored beast, and found no Lantean body. A hand on his shoulder made him spin around.

"Twice now you've saved my life...I will not forget this."
"uhhh...no problem, I Guess"
The Lantean looked like hell; his suit was covered in maroon and charring from the grenade, but he still walked proud and tall. Behind Laz, the Dragon keened, and Laz almost felt sorry for it, for his kind knew well the despair one felt when one was cast down in their glory, to die, alone. Then he shook it off, and waved a paw at the Lantean.
"Going to give that thing the Final Grace?"
"After what it and its kind have done to mine, I should let it die in agony. But it has no control over its actions, no free will. what kind of Lantean would I be if I allowed a enslaved creature to die in pain, as a result if my actions?"

Lasten stepped over to the dying Dragon, and spent a moment to look it over. It really was beautiful, a true masterpiece of design , aesthetics and a testiment to its creators skill at Genetic Engineering. Lasten could see Lanteans creating creatures like this, fully sentient, for the sheer joy of creating thinking, breathing beings to talk to. The beauty of it was tarnished by what its creator and controller had created it to be; a instrument of war, nothing more. He stepped over to its head, and it looked at him with its intact eye, and paused; it no longer blazed with the insanity of a Erinyes. he couldn't be sure, but it looked almost... at peace. He raised his sword,and plunged it downwards.

The pain was fading now, as his blood gushed from his wounds. He was in shock, and something more- Mother was there with him, a comforting, gentle presence, stronger than he'd ever felt Her before. She comforted him, took the pain and the rage and the insanity away, as he watched the mite who had killed all of Mothers Chosen Children raised his blade above his clear, yellow eye.

- Do not be afraid, Child-
- I am not, Mother.-
-Then sleep, my Chosen, sleep forevermore-

The blade descended so slowly, so slowly, as it pierced his eye, and entered his brain. A last explosion of pain- then he knew nothing anymore.

Lasten twisted the blade, as the Dragon convulsed anew. this was spasmatic, uncontrolled though,unlike before, and he pulled the blade out, stepping back as it thrashed. He was about to shove a grenade into the bloody hole where its eye had been when it slowed, and knew it was already dead- these were its death throes. The Dragon shuddered a few more times, then it lay limp, still, a rattling gasp escaping its jaws. He didn't need a scanner to know- it was dead. He felt a surge of pride, then pain came from his back, and he reached a glove over his shoulder, and pulled it back. Crimson mixed with maroon met his eyes, and he staggered as his adrenaline began to slow. He had been injured, somehow, by the blast of the grenade, or being thrown against the Dragons horns- he didn't know. He collapsed to his knees, and then his face, as he heard people shouting. Then the loss of blood kicked in, and he fell unconcious

Laz roared in victory as the massive Dragon breathed its last, and looked at the Lantean who had killed it- only to see him fall.
Laz ran over to him, and rolled the Ancient over, then gasped- the mans back was inbedded with scalpel sharp scale shards.
He needed a medic, fast- some of the blood bubbled, meaing that several shards had gone deep enough to either knick or puncture a lung, he couldn't be sure. all he knew was, the Lantean who'd probably saved all their lives would die, if he didn't get help fast.

(hmmn... If you accept him, I will. Your the boss of the RP, after all.... I'm thinking of having the Erinyes leave for now and returning later. Is that acceptable?)

Logan slowly lowered the aim of his blaster when the heads stopped rolling, he examined in awe of what was left of the Dragon that layed dead meat. But what was strange was that they were actually helped....by Centaurs?
He didn't think twice thank to aim his blaster at the freakishly cyborg creatures.
"Woah woah...who are they? More enemies?"