his Grey Wing, but he reached out instinctively as Miri landed beside him and dropped his hand onto her nearest foot.
'Hello, My Warrior,' Miri spoke only to him through their contact and he smiled, despite everything that was happening around him.
'Hello, My Dragon,' he replied, the warmth of the greeting pushing the burning away for a moment.
Then Miri's direct presence was gone and Drekken winced when her command, louder than any spoken word came, 'Drop your weapons, or die.'
Drekken was glad when he heard the thud of machinery hitting the grass and, as more of the team landed, fliers leapt off the back of their dragons and closed in on the Feras.
"Two more in the woods," Drekken managed, but he heard his own words slurring, and as he opened his mouth to call out for some of the squadron to go find them, Miri did it for him with, 'Jayce, Luke, go collect.'
He patted her foot in gratitude and then let his eyes slide shut. However, a snort right in his face made him start and he came nose to nose with his dragon.
'Stay with me, Drekken,' Miri ordered, this time for everyone to hear and a body slid down next to him almost immediately.
"We let you out of our sight for a few days, Boss, and you get yourself into shit," MK, their medic identified himself. "The techs are gonna be pissed if you've busted their implants."
Drekken would have grumbled at that, but then MK touched his leg and he flexed involuntarily and grunted as the agony piqued.
"Oh yeah, they're gonna be pissed," was MK's unsympathetic observation, but quickly after that, Drekken felt all sensation disappearing, moving out from the wound site, down to his knee and up to his hip. He sighed in relief and relaxed.
Only as the pain receded did his senses have any room for much else and then he felt Baby D's tiny presence in his mind. Instantly guilty that he had forgotten about his young charge, he reached down and cradled the sling that hid her. She whimpered and her delicate head appeared from under the cloth, eyes blinking with disquiet. Miri drew away a little, giving the infant a chance to lift her head and Drekken watched, suddenly nervous, as dragon met dragon. He completely ignored MK, who was working rapidly on his leg, and held his breath as D slowly looked up. Miri's snout was bigger than the hatchling, but she lowered it slowly back down until she was only a scales' breadth away from the egg-horn on D's nose. Then his dragon surprised Drekken by snorting quite violently at his charge.
D's front legs actually lifted off his chest and Drekken reached to catch her in case she fell onto MK, but he did not have to worry, the little creature flexed back into place and the collection of clicks and chatter she made sounded to him much like a child's chuckle. Bouncing off his chest under her own steam this time, D continued to chatter and bumped her horn with Miri's tough lips. The response from Miri was a mess of emotion that Drekken really didn't understand, it was so rapid, and it left his already addled mind somewhat confused.
'So,' Miri began, just for him once more, 'this is our child.'
Addled his brain might have been, but his thoughts came to a complete halt at that and Drekken stared at his dragon, not sure he had interpreted her thought correctly.
'You think I did not sense it when you bonded with her?' Miri replied to his stunned silence.
Drekken felt his heart speed up and ideas began to form then, none finishing before the next hit him as he tried to take in the implications of what Miri was saying. Miri had never minced her words and the possession in her message was more than clear, but what it meant exactly, Drekken did not know.
"I," he began in words, because his mind would not clear long enough to make sense.
"You need to get to the field hospital, A-SAP" MK interrupted the exchange, patting Drekken on the arm and then speaking into his helmet, "Medi-evac needed at these co-ordinates, three H3's and one D1."
"Six D1's," Drekken
'Hello, My Warrior,' Miri spoke only to him through their contact and he smiled, despite everything that was happening around him.
'Hello, My Dragon,' he replied, the warmth of the greeting pushing the burning away for a moment.
Then Miri's direct presence was gone and Drekken winced when her command, louder than any spoken word came, 'Drop your weapons, or die.'
Drekken was glad when he heard the thud of machinery hitting the grass and, as more of the team landed, fliers leapt off the back of their dragons and closed in on the Feras.
"Two more in the woods," Drekken managed, but he heard his own words slurring, and as he opened his mouth to call out for some of the squadron to go find them, Miri did it for him with, 'Jayce, Luke, go collect.'
He patted her foot in gratitude and then let his eyes slide shut. However, a snort right in his face made him start and he came nose to nose with his dragon.
'Stay with me, Drekken,' Miri ordered, this time for everyone to hear and a body slid down next to him almost immediately.
"We let you out of our sight for a few days, Boss, and you get yourself into shit," MK, their medic identified himself. "The techs are gonna be pissed if you've busted their implants."
Drekken would have grumbled at that, but then MK touched his leg and he flexed involuntarily and grunted as the agony piqued.
"Oh yeah, they're gonna be pissed," was MK's unsympathetic observation, but quickly after that, Drekken felt all sensation disappearing, moving out from the wound site, down to his knee and up to his hip. He sighed in relief and relaxed.
Only as the pain receded did his senses have any room for much else and then he felt Baby D's tiny presence in his mind. Instantly guilty that he had forgotten about his young charge, he reached down and cradled the sling that hid her. She whimpered and her delicate head appeared from under the cloth, eyes blinking with disquiet. Miri drew away a little, giving the infant a chance to lift her head and Drekken watched, suddenly nervous, as dragon met dragon. He completely ignored MK, who was working rapidly on his leg, and held his breath as D slowly looked up. Miri's snout was bigger than the hatchling, but she lowered it slowly back down until she was only a scales' breadth away from the egg-horn on D's nose. Then his dragon surprised Drekken by snorting quite violently at his charge.
D's front legs actually lifted off his chest and Drekken reached to catch her in case she fell onto MK, but he did not have to worry, the little creature flexed back into place and the collection of clicks and chatter she made sounded to him much like a child's chuckle. Bouncing off his chest under her own steam this time, D continued to chatter and bumped her horn with Miri's tough lips. The response from Miri was a mess of emotion that Drekken really didn't understand, it was so rapid, and it left his already addled mind somewhat confused.
'So,' Miri began, just for him once more, 'this is our child.'
Addled his brain might have been, but his thoughts came to a complete halt at that and Drekken stared at his dragon, not sure he had interpreted her thought correctly.
'You think I did not sense it when you bonded with her?' Miri replied to his stunned silence.
Drekken felt his heart speed up and ideas began to form then, none finishing before the next hit him as he tried to take in the implications of what Miri was saying. Miri had never minced her words and the possession in her message was more than clear, but what it meant exactly, Drekken did not know.
"I," he began in words, because his mind would not clear long enough to make sense.
"You need to get to the field hospital, A-SAP" MK interrupted the exchange, patting Drekken on the arm and then speaking into his helmet, "Medi-evac needed at these co-ordinates, three H3's and one D1."
"Six D1's," Drekken
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