This music always made her feel great before she went into “an intense martial situation.” the titles of the music she chose to listen to in her ‘war’ loop this time was “ The Duke Of Earl “, “ Layla” and of course one of her favorites “ Wild Boys”.
The rays of the setting sun proclaimed the beautiful shimmering waves as the ocean roared, caressing the startled shore. The sea oat-like vegetation swayed in the off shore breeze, while the shoreline fowl floated in the mist upon invisible currents. All was silent now. Except for the inaudible, low whine of aircraft motors slowly ceasing to operate, while camo uniformed warriors disembarked from armored personnel, vertical takeoff and landing ships. These ships were known to these dogs of war as V-220’s. Each ship sat comfortably in a massive bowl between five towering sand dunes. The last of seven totally silent running airships landed, expelling volumes of sand about, creating its own crater.
The 22nd Consortium Triumvirate possessed four ultra, elite ground fighting forces at their finger tips. Now on a beach 47 minutes away from the kill zone of their objective, this legion awaited final directives. Forty warriors of the Augtouke Dragon Vindicators just arrived in their chariots of war. This particular unit is from a series of planets, in a star system of three water worlds. They are the best, from the 1st Amphibious Division, H&S Battalion, 7th Recon Clan, attached to the 1st Galaxy Imperial Forces, stationed at RB (Raider Base) Zega. Efforting to prepare for this last ground briefing, each female and male combatant toiled busily, anticipating ‘the word’ to be passed, while speaking in low tones – except for the last two individuals, strolling out the rear of the lead V-220 personnel carrier.
The much, much shorter of the two speaks first, through pursed whispering lips, “What’s the deal? What did you hear?” The taller of the two, keeps walking to the front of the airship, examining the spin cannon mounted on the nose of the vehicle. “Keep calm, “ demands Tech Sgt. Alls motioning with his hands for quiet, from his buddy. “ I am calm. Did everything change?, ” inquired 1st Sgt. Yozape. “ Kinda sorta. But not really. We still have to get the President.” They moved toward the rear of the V-220 to join their comrades. Reminding his vertically challenged companion, “ You know the deal. They got to tell us. 3rd Sgt. Major Tothon got the intel. Now we got it ,” pointing to the board set up in the middle of the expansive sand bowl being put together. A female warrior with attractive close, cropped green hair walked by, giving the little guy a wink. Tech Sgt. Alls ask, “What’s that all about?” “Don’t ask. I’ll never tell.” responded the diminutive fighter.
Both men laughed briefly, “I’ve got a bet for ya.” “What?” “I bet the 3rdSM Tothon, gets us all to laugh before we leave here.” “I bet he doesn’t. Didn’t do it last time.” “I bet he does this time.” “I’ll take you for $10 on this one.” “I don’t want to bet.” “Why?” “I do not want to take your money.” “Why not?” By this time, as they walked closer to the deployment in the bowl discussion area, a few of their fellow fighters listened in. “ I’ll do it!” relented Alls as Yozape smiled, reaching into his side leg camo pants pocket, producing the monies. A warrior walked up, “I’ll take care of this. “ This young man usually held the bet money for everyone in the Dragon platoon all the time, at interesting moments like these.
1st Sgt Darcquone Yozape’s small stature hid his significant talents, but not his extraordinary muscular powerful frame. His forefathers of long , long ago were obviously of reptilian descent. They took the fork in the road to ascendancy as four foot high leaping lizards to their present form. In the environments of his home star system, the attribute of his creamy red tinted skin, glistening in the exposed portions of his camo fighting suit, no doubt contributed as eons passed, to the success of his species. Yozape’s shocking blue irises in his sizable eyes, dilated back and forth with excitement, as he continued to hound his best friend, Tech Sgt. Vovoxoc Alls.
The good Tech Sgt., clearly listened as usual with unfaltering compassion, to his short friend. To his friends throughout the Dragon Corps, he responded kindly to being called “Big V.” Big V truly resembled a giant squirrel, with two gargantuan fingers and an elongated thumb on each hand. He sported a very thick, obviously ‘bobbed’ hairy tail. which featured several pipe-like metal rings with a sharp coned point at the end. His potent tail lay limp for now, but many an Augtouke Dragons would confess in a bar over a couple of cold brews, his tail had saved his hide more than once or twice before.
The Augtouke Dragons took their name for the planet where real dragons live! On the planet called Lirybor….. there be dragons of all sorts. The most fearsome of these live in the Augtouke mountain range on the planet. Some of the species found on Lirybor can fly. Many others can not. Some are vegetarian, many others are not. Some breathe fire and or venom when agitated. Some others don’t. Some are just plain old typical serious dragons. Some are not. Some are as docile as the day is long. Some are not. Whether tamed, feral or down in the woods, on the great plains or swimming in the cool waters or “eat your ass, “ kinda dragons, as the residents of the planet classify them; the trihumaniod warriors fighting style emulates the fearsome weapons of their awesome mascots.
These Augtouke warrior specialist preferred military occupations in the deadly arts, which the dragons that live on planet Lirybor have relied upon for eons.
It is probably best to discuss the awesome killing virtues of the dragon from the tail up to their head. First their tails which provide them with balance and grace, especially during swift movements are powerful weapons. The tail sweeps along the ground knocking all things about or pound down on the surface of the earth with crushing force. Some dragons possess spiked tails or massive club-like growths at the end of their tails. Rear legs are pillars of muscle with flesh rendering claws. The power in these hind or forelegs legs enables the dragon to stand up or spring into the air. Should the dragon be fortunate to have the gift of flight, it wings present more problems for its adversaries. Aside from attacks from above, the movement of the wings produce immense clouds of dust. Not to mention should a dragon open its wings in full on the ground, a hind leg or foreleg could reach out and thresh its victim into unrecognizable pieces. The head of the dragon is another whole set of dilemmas to deal with…. fire, venom or the fangs. Pick one. Hopefully, the dragon an unfortunate person, animal or thing has to encounter, does not have the full package!
There are four different weapons styles, the Augtouke Dragons train for; fang and claw, fire, tail and wind with the last style of destruction - wings. The fang and claw members are edge weapons warriors; utilizing the freshest techno preferred types of knives, swords – long, short or broad, claw hand war gloves or gauntlets, for that close in work of hand to hand combat.
The fire specialist achieve their quotas of death, by spreading fire on desired targets or applying venom-like gels on their enemies or their fortified positions in whatever method which provides a positive outcome of destruction by fire or the agony of flesh melting goo. In situations of urban warfare, these thanes of fire excelled in flushing their enemies from hiding. It was said among the Augtouke Dragon soldiers across the board, that those who chose this form of tactics, even though they originated from various star systems, proved to be very inventive. And it was always interesting to see, what genus of humanoid soldiers, desired to be employed to this type of military occupational specialty. These people are wired different!
Then there are the males and females of the wind and tail group. They gear up for destruction with clouds of smoke blinding foes, creating confusion, throwing flash and or concussion grenades into the fray. Then these units move in and about in the mist, relieving the enemy from the pressures of their present life style. The wing crew of the Augtouke Dragons actually fly from above swooping in, shooting their targets with short stock carbines.
Foremost, it is understood, that all Dragons are expert snipers, hand to hand combat elites and riflemen.
WOW! How many psyche evals are done at the Augtouke Dragons batallion HQ’s each day?
Where do the recruits of the Augtouke Dragons come from?
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