If you were gonna find allies, the battlefield was the first place to start. You knew what it was like there, yet you'd never seen such high-tech battle such as this before!! Just imagine of the technological advantage we'd have over those Mylandians!! We'd run them out of our country in a month!! you think.
You emerged from the dark alley, submachinegun raised over your head, Drak trailing for protection. Just then, you notice a dark-skinned sergeant shouting out orders to some lined up privates. You squint your eyes and notice he is none other than Sergeant Johnson, one of the leaders in the fight to destroy Halo.
He began walking back and forth along the rows, shouting, "The elites have overcome our right flank!! And it is our job to push them outta there!!" Inwardly, you chuckle, these cannon fodder were being sent into the fray so they could be used to charge Hunters until their ammo ran out.
"But sir!! We don't have enough men!! Or equipment!! They'll kill us!!" a private whined. Sergeant Johnson raced over to the offending private and stared him down. "GET DOWN AND GIVE ME FIFTY!!" He roared, pointing toward the floor. Hurriedly, the private threw himself to his stomach and began doing push ups.
He turned away and began pacing back and forth among the men once more, "Now I don't wanna hear you maggots complain about ammo shortages!! In my day!! We only had a couple of sticks for every platoon!!" he yells. He inspects the ranks and suddenly notices you observing in the corner.
"You!! Kid!! You look like you can fight!! Get over here!!" Sergeant screams, gesturing with his arms. "What the?" you babble. "Get over here!! Or else I'm going to have to execute you for treason!!" he repeats, his eyes bulging.
Having no other option, you march over into the rows and are assigned a platoon. "Name private!!?" Sergeant demands, spitting in your face. You get the feeling that he's hoping you'd quail under his wrath, but you understood how his type worked. Instead, you stand straighter than ever. "GILJARAS DRAGONER SIR!!" you call, your neck veins bulging.
The sergeant and a few of his corporals laugh, "Dragoner huh? You must think you're some sort of" he paused, searching for some sort of insult to haze you with, "of dragon tamer or somethin'?"
A smile emerges on your face. "Yes sir!!"
"Now's your chance Drak, don't make me look like a loser here," you call telepathically. "This is going to be fun.." Drak replies, chuckling to himself.
The sergeant frowns, appearing ready to give you fifty right on the spot, when Drak sticks his head out from the alleyway and gazes at the privates. The soldiers babble and squrim with panic. "Stay in formation!!" the sergeant orders, oblivious to Drak's presence.
"Sir!! Look behind you!!" a private croaks, pointing. Sergeant remiained defiantly stiff, "You be quiet private!! There are no dragons anywhere in this vincinity!!" he cried, his arms folded as Drak's shadow descended over him. "B-but sir!!" the private stammered. "Private, do I have to repeat one more time!! There...are...no;" suddenly, he overhears Drak rumbling softly from behind, "d-d-dragons..."
Sergeant Johnson turns and gazes straight into Drak's eyes. Despite his best efforts, he is unable to contain his shaking. Guess you aren't so battle hardened after all huh Sergeant?
"Holy mother son of a bitch..." Sergeant Johnson whispers, so mermerized by Drak's huge presence, a sticky film of saliva drops from his mouth.
"See!! You were right sir, how'd you know I'm a dragontamer!!" you cry with a mock indignation. Sergeant just stands there, stammering stupidly to himself, a strange croaking sound coming out of his mouth.
"S-sir!! W-what do we do?" asks one of his corporals.
Sergeant continues staring at Drak. "I-I have no idea..."
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