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TLoS: World at War Ch. 54Richtofen watched Dempsey talk to his new guns like some sort of psychopath.
"Dempsey, I know you are happy, but ve should formulating a plan to rescue our friend instead of watching make out vith your veapons like it is some sort of whore." Richtofen shook his head in disgust.
"Man fuck you, I'll make out with my guns whenever I want to." Dempsey growled. He kissed his guns again, though this time more to spite Richtofen instead of actual happiness.
Richtofen sighed and looked at his upgraded MP-40.
"You know, you need a proper name. MP-40 doesn't seem quite right, from this moment henceforth, you are now zhe Afterburner." he proclaimed.
"What? You actually named your gun Richtofen?" Nikolai asked, giving him a weird look.
"Vhy not? I've used it for so long, and it's now different from zhe other models of MP-40s, it seems only right zhat I name zhis one." Richtofen replied, slinging the Afterburner onto his
TLoS: World at War Ch. 53Dempsey sat by a boulder in the open fields. Dragons passed by him, occasionally glancing, as they carried out there duties of guarding, constructing, or off hunting again. The human pulled his Colt .45 out of the holster, albeit a bit awkwardly due to sitting down, and pulled the clip out. After examining it, he slid it back in and holstered once more.
"God dammit..." he growled. "The Colt is the only thing I have enough ammo for and I really don't think I can stop hordes of these fucking monkies with it."
He laid back on the rock and looked up at the darkening sky. Over the last weeks, he noticed that the two moons that every seemed so worried about were getting closer to each other. He still tried to grasp the bad concept, but then again, he was no purple dragon or a Guardian of somesort, so it really didn't have much weight with him.
"The moons look pretty, and yet everyone is frea
TLoS: World at War Ch. 52Lenin slowly glided across the darkening, purple sky. The entire flight had been quiet. Dempsey was too upset to talk. He felt he was abandoning a friend to the merciless hands of the apes. Nikolai offered Dempsey some of his vodka. Dempsey looked at the bottle, shrugged and took a swig. Nikolai pat his back and capped the drink.
"See? Vodka will always make things better. At least, for a while." Nikolai smiled and looked forward.
Dempsey then allowed a smile of his own to creep across his face. The vodka somehow cheered him up, a little at least.
"When we get back to that mountain, there will be hell to pay!" he growled.
"I'll drink to that comrade!" laughed Nikolai and he uncapped the bottle. He took one long draught and capped it again. Lenin seemed a bit perked up by the sudden change in mood as he increased his speed from a glide to actual flapping o
The Gauntlet Crucible Ch. 9"Get off of me!" yelled the dragon. It had been flying over the forest and was trying to get its passengers off. Smoke and Holt held on for dear life while the dragon was twisting, turning, flying upside down, lowering itself into the trees, anything it could do to get them off.
"Holt! We got to bring it down!" Smoke called.
"Oh no you don't!" it growled as it swooped down. It suddenly dove toward the ground and the two humans were forced to let go before crashing. They all landed through tree lining and rolled on the ground. The dragon instantly recovered after rolling and faced the two of them. Smoke and Holt slowly stood up. Both were in a lot of pain from the impact. The dragon wasted no time in attacking as it charged at Smoke with tremendous speed and knocked him into a tree.
"AUGH!" Smoke cried out as he was hit. He instantly fell to the ground on his hands and knees,
The Gauntlet Crucible Ch. 8The white dragon growled at Holt, and bared its fangs.
"Damn you humans!" it growled in English. "When I get out of here, I'm going to rip you to shreds!"
It growled again and tried to break out of the cage by biting it. The bars didn't even get marks from the teeth, but the dragon kept trying. After ten minutes, with a frustrated groan, it gave up and turned its head to Holt.
Holt had been standing there in stunned silence. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He dismissed the possibility of it being a dream, was it some sort of experiment that the Russians and the Americans were working on together? Had they found a way to transform humans into these? That seemed impossible. Was it the same dragon that many stories tell about out? Holt always believed them to be nothing more than myth, but the dragon infront of him proved otherwise.
"Well say something!" it growled. "Hmmph!" It turne
TLoS: World at War Ch. 51"Huh? Who was that?" Takeo asked, trying to identify the source of the voice.
"Me." An old, gray dragon covered in a black cloak with bags filled with scrolls hanging from the sides, came out from behind the hourglass and walked to them. "The records in this hall date back to the beginning of time...nearly."
"The Chronicler!" Spyro exclaimed, wide eyed.
"Yes...it is I." The Chronicler chuckled. Both humans silently stood next to Spyro. The Chronicler's smile faded while he inspected the two humans. "I have been waiting for you Spyro."
Sparx flew next to Spyro, "I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long." he began, a bit angry. "We got a little held back there, you know, with the RIDDLES OF DOOM!"
"It was a necessary evil. I had to be sure Spyro." The Chronicler apologized. He returned his gaze to the humans and his brows furrowed a bit.
"Hello sir, we are..." Takeo began.
TLoS: World at War Ch. 50Zoidius was lying unconscious in a steel cage in the middle of a cave. There were other cages around him, some with other dragon prisoners. One in particular, had been trying to force Zoidius to wake.
"Zoidius!" the inmate said. "Wake up!" The black dragon didn't even move an inch. Frustrated, the prisoner tried again. "Zoidius!" Still no respone. This time, the prisoner found a small rock and tossed it at his head.
"Huh?" he groaned as the rock went through the bars and hit his head. He slowly stood up, pain shooting through his entire body and head, while doing so. He looked around, but it was very dark with the only light source was a brazier in the middle of the cave itself. While not bright, it provided enough light for Zoidius to make out the details of the other prisoners.
"Zoid! Thank goodness..." the inmate sighed. "The way the apes threw you in,
TLoS: World at War Ch. 49Takeo took off the now empty fuel tank on his back. After unstrapping it, he threw the tank and the nozzle away from him. He moved his shoulders around and felt lighter.
"Much better..." Takeo sighed with relief.
"I still don't understand how your equipment works," Spyro inquired, sniffing at the empty fuel canister. The smell of napalm was still there, but Spyro didn't know what it was. "Are you sure it's not magic? It seems to act like it." He then turned away and walked back to Takeo.
"It is not magic. That," said Takeo, pointing at the flamethrower, "and this Arisaka are tools for me to use. Powerful tools. They bring me great honor to the battlefield..."
"You seem to hold honor in high regard." Spyro remarked.
"Such is the way of the Bushido code...but enough lollygagging, we best be moving." Takeo went over and shook Richtofen awake.
"Nein...I don't vant to go to school..." Richto
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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