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Yukiko said:
Sage stared at his wall. Darkness filled his room. The stone walls almost as if they were caging him in.
A knock sounded at his door and he could only imagine who it was. “Enter,” his quiet and rough voice called. He cringed and hid his face as light from the hall entered his room. A tall, thin man entered the room. Black facial hair outlined his mouth and ran up the sides of his head to his neat hair. Silver streaks danced through his hair giving him a look of experience and age. His brown eyes were hardened and his face showed many years of weary training and struggles.
“Sage,” the man began, “why do you keep it so dark in your room? Add a little light.”
Sage just grunted in response and continued to stare at the wall. “What is it this time, Tanner?”
Tanner shook his head, “Just like you. Always getting to business immediately.” Seeing Sage unresponsive to his comment, he just continued, “Vulture wants to see you. I’m assuming he has another mission for you and your group.” He walked back towards the door. “Also, you have another appointment today. Go there whenever you can, but make sure you go before you start on that assignment Vulture will give you.”
Sage nodded his head, the unkempt black hair ruffling. He stood from sitting on his bed, his 8 foot frame towering over Tanner. Sage rolled his shoulders and stretched himself. His wings opened and filled the room.
Before leaving, Tanner looked back into the room. “And, Sage, do freshen up a bit before meeting with Vulture.” With that, he closed the door and left.
Sage was left alone - just the way he wanted it. Now stretched, he went to his dresser and grabbed a comb to quickly straighten his hair. He hated having to keep himself nice, but he was in a military operation and so had to not look like a wreck. Combing around his horns, he finally got the hair to stay and made his way to the large door. The room was made for him and so was larger than most of the rooms there.
Stepping outside, he glanced at the guards stationed at his door. The ever constant guard. They still don’t trust me…. He made his way down the hall, thinking about who he would take with him on this next mission. In the large hallway, he stretched his wings more and shook himself awake. Passing the stairs leading down to the scientist’s lab, he heard screaming. Something he’d gotten used to over the years. A soldier he recognized from doing a mission with him came up the stairs, a sober look on his face. “Sage, I have some bad news.”
Sage turned towards him, his serpent-like eyes fixed on the human. “Yes?”
“Most of the experiments from your team don’t seem to be doing well. The scientist doesn’t know why they aren’t working. You seem to still be doing fine, though. He’s going over the calculations and all the evidence from before to see what he did differently with you to make the correction.”
Sage merely grunted in response. He’d had this happen before. Several batches of the experiments had already died, but he’d been fine. At least, that’s what the scientist said.
“I’ll find some new ones to bring with me on my mission,” his quiet voice hissed out. Continuing down the corridors, he made his way to where Vulture was. His gaze stayed forward and unwavering, but he noticed the stares that the soldiers he passed gave to him. The stares. There were always stares. He'd gotten used to it, but sometimes it just annoyed him. He passed the training area and made a not to stop there and do some warm ups before leaving on this mission. The stares were beginning to get to Sage and he gritted his teeth. No, I will not allow it to get to me. Not this time. He felt his right hand twitch and tense in battle ready position and his left hand shot over to grab it, holding it in place. Remember, deep breaths. Don't let them get to you. You could tear any one of them to shreds if you wanted. He continued walking, his conscience screaming at him to leave and find a lonely dark spot. His training also screamed at him to keep a composure and a hold of himself. The war raged in his mind, but his face remained stone.
Finally, the doors loomed before him. Breathing, he knocked on the door, waiting for Vulture to allow him in.
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Vulture lounged on his black obsidian throne, curled sideways, tail spiraling down like some kind of demented serpent. His long black claws tapped out a staccato rythm on the stone that echoed throughout the huge chamber, bouncing off of the stone walls and glittering black obsidian floor.
“Come in,” he said in a bored tone, tail twitching.
@Yukiko
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
"Right, a- absolutely." Sol agreed quickly. His gaz lifted when the roar of an engine echoed through the sand ridden valley. Tobias could be in that transport. But the last one wasn't due in for a couple hours yet. Trying to keep his hopes low, Sol turned back to Helios. "So- are you going.. to go back home? After this?"

One of the guards held the elevator door open, motioning Rose inside, the humans following. Ferrin's prediction was incorrect- Tobias was still responsive. His breathing was even. His eyes, awake. But his strength and energy were no longer present.
As the elevator began to move, Ferrin studied the two again. Now that they were standing, he realized Gables was taller than Tobias, he had maybe three or four inches on the man.
The elevator halted, the doors sliding open. Gables started out of the elevator, and Tobias faltered, knuckles white as he clung to Gables' shirt. "I'm gonna throw up." Fortunately he had a moment to get his bubbling stomach under control as Rose hobbled out of the elevator.
"Tobias, I've got to keep walking." Gables warned him as the group started down the hall.
Tobias gave a tired nod, now fully unable to keep his feet beneath himself. Gables slid an arm beneath Tobias' legs, picking him up in strong arms. Tobias proceeded to faint, and Gables grunted, his dead weight significantly harder to manage.
Ferrin kept his focus on Rose, trying to calm his nerves. He relaxed as they entered into the truck yard. A truck waited for Rose. A limousine waited for the humans. The guards helped load Rose into the truck.
Gables waited to follow Ferrin's lead, confused as the guards left the truck yard, leaving just Gables, Tobe, and Ferrin as Rose's truck pulled out.
"What- what are we waiting for, Ferr?" Gables asked hesitantly.
Ferrin rolled his eyes, "No nicknames, Gabe. Driver's late."
"Driver?"
"I don't drive." Ferrin drawled in a bored tone. He move to Gables side, pushing Tobias' sweaty hair back, placing the back of his fingers across Tobias' forehead. He frowned.
"You can't drive?" Gables asked quietly.
"I never said anything of the sort."

(Okay, okay, WAT IF the Austin and Alyssa and Whitestar and the, uh, other ones I can never remember group find them waiting or something, and then maybe they have questions about what happened last night, I dunno, but if we can finally connect the groups in some way, that would be sick.)
@-Shade-
@Yukiko
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Yeeeaaahhh 🤘😝

@KEVIN!!
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Yeah I love that idea
I just gotta wait for Lyida to do her thing before we can
Might do Alicanto later.
 
Okay, I am gonna add the backstory for Alicanto.

Doesn't remember his life before the SD. His memory was wiped in the laboratory and the humans gave him the name he has now, named after the mythical bird, the Alicanto, for his metallic-looking feathers. He was trained to be a dragon hunter like the Nightwings, but he isn't large enough to carry soldiers well in a fight, so he is used more as an unpaid mercenary than a riding hunter. The only payment he gets for his missions is minimum freedom in the Den. He isn't owned by a specific dragon hunter, but can be "hired" by any hunter with permission from the small organization that runs the laboratory, even though they don't technically have custody of him. He knows the Scorpion Den is wrong, but since he can't remember anything else, he avoids thinking about the corruption and focuses on just doing his "job", possibly out of a hidden fear of what escape or deserting would risk for him, since he isn't quite as broken as the other dragons. He has been in the Den for almost 8 years, and was still a dragonet when he was first brought there, even though he doesn't remember how.

Look good? I was thinking maybe @-Kiwi-'s pair, Cochineal and his friend know this guy, may add some awesome interaction for breakout part 2 later
 
-Shade- said:
Okay, I am gonna add the backstory for Alicanto.

Doesn't remember his life before the SD. His memory was wiped in the laboratory and the humans gave him the name he has now, named after the mythical bird, the Alicanto, for his metallic-looking feathers. He was trained to be a dragon hunter like the Nightwings, but he isn't large enough to carry soldiers well in a fight, so he is used more as an unpaid mercenary than a riding hunter. The only payment he gets for his missions is minimum freedom in the Den. He isn't owned by a specific dragon hunter, but can be "hired" by any hunter with permission from the small organization that runs the laboratory, even though they don't technically have custody of him. He knows the Scorpion Den is wrong, but since he can't remember anything else, he avoids thinking about the corruption and focuses on just doing his "job", possibly out of a hidden fear of what escape or deserting would risk for him, since he isn't quite as broken as the other dragons. He has been in the Den for almost 8 years, and was still a dragonet when he was first brought there, even though he doesn't remember how.

Look good? I was thinking maybe @-Kiwi-'s pair, Cochineal and his friend know this guy, may add some awesome interaction for breakout part 2 later
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That’d be cool :0
 
It was more of a guilty pleasure watching the Scorpion Den's chaotic scrambling.
The sun had set hours ago. Most of the humans had been watching the team rally that evening, enjoying the sight of groups of dragons tearing each other apart. The arena could be heard for nearly a mile in every direction during the fights, the combination of the screaming crowds and the dying dragons sending an ominous echo to some of the closer downtown city areas.
And maybe, it was that noise that had covered the sound of the chaos that had sprung from The Maze. It wasn't until a patrolling security guard had called in for emergency backup, that suddenly, the entire truckyard and the dragon prison had erupted in a volcanic fit of gunfire, screams, and roars. Even now, hours later, the Den Security was still cleaning up the mess. Bodies of both humans and dragons were dragged from The Maze entrance and across the truckyard to wherever the Den patrol took their dead. Nightwings were perched on nearly every lookout tower throughout the city, and they surrounded every angle of the Maze entrance, ready to stop any straggling dragons from making a break for freedom.
Only one had tried so far. A lone Skywing that had shot out of the tunnel like a bullet from a gun, charring a nearby Nightwing hunter before tearing across the sky in the direction of the rising moons. The red dragon had only made it a block away before the gunfire from the lookout tower had sent her plummeting into a parking lot beneath.
Shortly after midnight, a radio call from the Den Security had sent a platoon of Nightwings out in the direction of one of the main highways, probably in pursuit of one of the rebel transports.

Alicanto watched the whole thing in an air of wry amusement.
A Den army officer had ordered him to be at the truckyard to stand guard since they were running low on Nightwings. At least, that's what he'd said. Chances were, with fewer guards around the other containment facilities throughout the city, they needed him somewhere they could keep an eye on him.
Which was honestly flattering if not amusing. They were paranoid now. Several well-known arena-fighting dragons had escaped, along with some of the richest or most famous trainers and fighting enthusiasts in the entire Den. The rebellion that had once been considered nothing more than ridiculous murmuring had proven to have roots stretching to nearly every faction of the Scorpion Den. Well-founded roots that had decimated the security of the city and compromised their forces almost completely. It was an impressive feat, to say the least.
Wind ruffled the feathers in Alicanto's crest, making his white-tipped feathers swish and bob like stars on the surface of a disturbed pool. Heavy talons thudded on the stone-roofed building behind him.
"Aren't you supposed to be doing something useful?"
Alicanto twitched an ear slightly in the Nightwing's direction, a motion most of the guards knew and hated. As if he was saying, "I heard you, but I'm choosing to ignore you".
On cue, the hunter growled.
"I asked you a question soldier," the hunter snarled, and the silver Cloudwing could easily imagine the off-white teeth glittering threateningly in the moonlight.
"Now that Moonslayer is dead, you are under obligation to respond to me now. Why aren't you helping in the patrols and clean up?"
Alicanto didn't look at him, only watched in boredom as a pair of Nightwings landed in the truckyard from the direction of the hunter's barracks. There was a long pause before he answered.
"I'm not a soldier," he said slowly, inspecting a menacing, black claw. "So you're wrong. I'm not under obligation to respond. Nor was I under obligation to respond to Moonslayer before you." He barely angled his head toward the Nightwing.
"I will respond if my superiors require me to."
He let the words hang in the air, the underlining message dripping from the retort like melting ice. Alicanto was good at that. Indirectly insulting or infuriating others. It was much more effective than directly saying it.
The Nightwing seethed for a moment, his breath sharp and loud, coated in indignity, and the smell of the smoke from his nostrils tainted the air.
"You'd better watch yourself lab rat." The black dragon spat quietly. "One of these days, you're gonna end up so stained, the police will think you were an overgrown cardinal."
He paused for a long moment, as if waiting for a reply, but the silver dragon said nothing. The hunter let out a furious snort before vanishing into the dark sky in a flurry of dramatic wingbeats.
A dark, sideways smile slowly spread on Alicanto's face as he left, his head dipping slightly out of habit and casting an ominous shadow over his expression from the moonlight.

(I got bored okay)
(This also happened before Tobe and Rose came to the truckyard. It's like, 3 in the morning for Alicanto right now)
 
-Shade- said:
It was more of a guilty pleasure watching the Scorpion Den's chaotic scrambling.
The sun had set hours ago. Most of the humans had been watching the team rally that evening, enjoying the sight of groups of dragons tearing each other apart. The arena could be heard for nearly a mile in every direction during the fights, the combination of the screaming crowds and the dying dragons sending an ominous echo to some of the closer downtown city areas.
And maybe, it was that noise that had covered the sound of the chaos that had sprung from The Maze. It wasn't until a patrolling security guard had called in for emergency backup, that suddenly, the entire truckyard and the dragon prison had erupted in a volcanic fit of gunfire, screams, and roars. Even now, hours later, the Den Security was still cleaning up the mess. Bodies of both humans and dragons were dragged from The Maze entrance and across the truckyard to wherever the Den patrol took their dead. Nightwings were perched on nearly every lookout tower throughout the city, and they surrounded every angle of the Maze entrance, ready to stop any straggling dragons from making a break for freedom.
Only one had tried so far. A lone Skywing that had shot out of the tunnel like a bullet from a gun, charring a nearby Nightwing hunter before tearing across the sky in the direction of the rising moons. The red dragon had only made it a block away before the gunfire from the lookout tower had sent her plummeting into a parking lot beneath.
Shortly after midnight, a radio call from the Den Security had sent a platoon of Nightwings out in the direction of one of the main highways, probably in pursuit of one of the rebel transports.

Alicanto watched the whole thing in an air of wry amusement.
A Den army officer had ordered him to be at the truckyard to stand guard since they were running low on Nightwings. At least, that's what he'd said. Chances were, with fewer guards around the other containment facilities throughout the city, they needed him somewhere they could keep an eye on him.
Which was honestly flattering if not amusing. They were paranoid now. Several well-known arena-fighting dragons had escaped, along with some of the richest or most famous trainers and fighting enthusiasts in the entire Den. The rebellion that had once been considered nothing more than ridiculous murmuring had proven to have roots stretching to nearly every faction of the Scorpion Den. Well-founded roots that had decimated the security of the city and compromised their forces almost completely. It was an impressive feat, to say the least.
Wind ruffled the feathers in Alicanto's crest, making his white-tipped feathers swish and bob like stars on the surface of a disturbed pool. Heavy talons thudded on the stone-roofed building behind him.
"Aren't you supposed to be doing something useful?"
Alicanto twitched an ear slightly in the Nightwing's direction, a motion most of the guards knew and hated. As if he was saying, "I heard you, but I'm choosing to ignore you".
On cue, the hunter growled.
"I asked you a question soldier," the hunter snarled, and the silver Cloudwing could easily imagine the off-white teeth glittering threateningly in the moonlight.
"Now that Moonslayer is dead, you are under obligation to respond to me now. Why aren't you helping in the patrols and clean up?"
Alicanto didn't look at him, only watched in boredom as a pair of Nightwings landed in the truckyard from the direction of the hunter's barracks. There was a long pause before he answered.
"I'm not a soldier," he said slowly, inspecting a menacing, black claw. "So you're wrong. I'm not under obligation to respond. Nor was I under obligation to respond to Moonslayer before you." He barely angled his head toward the Nightwing.
"I will respond if my superiors require me to."
He let the words hang in the air, the underlining message dripping from the retort like melting ice. Alicanto was good at that. Indirectly insulting or infuriating others. It was much more effective than directly saying it.
The Nightwing seethed for a moment, his breath sharp and loud, coated in indignity, and the smell of the smoke from his nostrils tainted the air.
"You'd better watch yourself lab rat." The black dragon spat quietly. "One of these days, you're gonna end up so stained, the police will think you were an overgrown cardinal."
He paused for a long moment, as if waiting for a reply, but the silver dragon said nothing. The hunter let out a furious snort before vanishing into the dark sky in a flurry of dramatic wingbeats.
A dark, sideways smile slowly spread on Alicanto's face as he left, his head dipping slightly out of habit and casting an ominous shadow over his expression from the moonlight.

(I got bored okay)
(This also happened before Tobe and Rose came to the truckyard. It's like, 3 in the morning for Alicanto right now)
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I. LOVE. THIS.
 
Name: Gen
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Tribe: Mutation- SandWing/RainWing/HiveWing
Physical appearance: Slimmer build, RainWing scales, typically black;
Personality/Backstory: Gen is a mindless tool. Raised in the Scorpion Den, he knows nothing other than what he was created for- unless he gains his memory, which happens occasionally. That was a mistake. Genetically, he is a wonderful creation having gained every weaponry trait from his ancestors- but due to hyperactive brain activity, they are unable to erase parts of his mind, even after several failed attempts. On the rare occasion that Gen does regain his memory, something usually triggers it. He doesn't remember much from his past, except for a tall, red SolarWing, who endured each test beside him as the humans developed brain wash tech. They were some of the first test subjects, and Gen fed off of the SolarWing's rebellious spirit. But eventually they broke him. After months. And Gen isn't exactly certain the SolarWing even existed... But every time his memory snaps back into his mind, the red dragon is always there-... always there.
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
Name: Gen
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Tribe: Mutation- SandWing/RainWing/HiveWing
Physical appearance: Slimmer build, RainWing scales, typically black;
Personality/Backstory: Gen is a mindless tool. Raised in the Scorpion Den, he knows nothing other than what he was created for- unless he gains his memory, which happens occasionally. That was a mistake. Genetically, he is a wonderful creation having gained every weaponry trait from his ancestors- but due to hyperactive brain activity, they are unable to erase parts of his mind, even after several failed attempts. On the rare occasion that Gen does regain his memory, something usually triggers it. He doesn't remember much from his past, except for a tall, red SolarWing, who endured each test beside him as the humans developed brain wash tech. They were some of the first test subjects, and Gen fed off of the SolarWing's rebellious spirit. But eventually they broke him. After months. And Gen isn't exactly certain the SolarWing even existed... But every time his memory snaps back into his mind, the red dragon is always there-... always there.
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I really wanna interact Alicanto and Gen so BAD
Any ideas for where they can meet up? Maybe get sent on a mission together to track down the rebels?
idk, you decide, you are way better with SD operations, lol
@-Kiwi-, any thoughts?
 

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