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grinned in the dim light and said, “Thank you.”
CHAPTER 7
The battle plan was simple. Plan A. Take the top of the mountain off, hopefully killing all the dragon shifters at once, in the nest. Plan B. If some of them survived, chase them through the air with camera-fitted drones. Plan C. If any survived Plan A and Plan B, assume they would take to the air. That meant wait for them to show themselves, then shoot point-blank rapid-fire rocket blasters at them until nothing remains.
It hadn’t taken the volunteer knights long to identify which werewolves had the most aptitude for technological warfare. A few simple tests rendered more than enough candidates for drone controller. The werewolves were not only highly intelligent, but had much quicker reaction times than humans.
Likewise, it wasn’t hard to separate candidates for hunting with rocket blasters. As Glendennon Catch put it, “You pick the biggest sons-of-bitches available and hope they can aim in the general direction of the target.” Liulf was put into that group. He didn’t know whether to be proud of being big and strong or insulted that the knights referred to the blaster unit as The Meatheads.
Meteorological equipment wasn’t one of the technologies they imported from Loti. So they had to rely on methods of weather prediction that were older, but just as reliable. They needed a day so perfectly clear that hiding in clouds wouldn’t be an option for dragons in flight.
The knights, who had signed on for training, decided unanimously that they would stay long enough to be sure the Lunark werewolves were rid of dragon shifters. Command Central had been set up in the dense forest of the valley beneath the mountain the dragons had defaced. In some ways the tall trees were better protection than buildings.
All the wolves who had roles to play had said goodbye to their families at dusk the night before and traveled during the night to reach the gathering point. A few had come with a clothing pack tied or strapped to their wolf form, but most hadn’t bothered. At first the bodies of naked werewolves, male and female, threw the Black Swan knights off balance, but even they were surprised by how fast they adjusted.
Conn had made light of his part because he didn’t want to upset Lestriv or have her needlessly worry, but truthfully, he’d been assigned one of the most dangerous jobs. He was part of the crew that would climb the mountain to assess the success or failure of Plan A.
Most of the dragons were killed by the first drone strike. Had they been in dragon form, some might have survived with injuries, but they made a habit of spending their nights drinking themselves into a stupor and sleeping wherever they passed out, in infinitely more fragile, human form. Between the fact that they had built themselves a mountaintop fortress and the fact that they were unquestionably the top of the food chain on Lunark, they believed themselves invulnerable to attack.
They had deliberately sought out a world without technology-driven weaponry and had further insured the safety of their nest by showing the locals how easy it was for dragons to extinguish their insignificant lives. The inhabitants of Lunark didn’t even present enough of a danger to post a lookout.
Grenhelde had been in the top of the highest tower nursing hurt feelings and a skin of blood wine. She’d been rejected by Tharenvolf for the fourth time in three centuries and each time was worse than the time before. That night the rejection had been punctuated with a backhand that sent her stumbling into a table of food. Her humiliation was made complete by a response of raucous laughter from the witnesses. She would have sought adoption by another nest if it wasn’t for the fact that her brother and two cousins, her only remaining family, were part of that nest. After seeing them join in laughing at her humiliation, she
CHAPTER 7
The battle plan was simple. Plan A. Take the top of the mountain off, hopefully killing all the dragon shifters at once, in the nest. Plan B. If some of them survived, chase them through the air with camera-fitted drones. Plan C. If any survived Plan A and Plan B, assume they would take to the air. That meant wait for them to show themselves, then shoot point-blank rapid-fire rocket blasters at them until nothing remains.
It hadn’t taken the volunteer knights long to identify which werewolves had the most aptitude for technological warfare. A few simple tests rendered more than enough candidates for drone controller. The werewolves were not only highly intelligent, but had much quicker reaction times than humans.
Likewise, it wasn’t hard to separate candidates for hunting with rocket blasters. As Glendennon Catch put it, “You pick the biggest sons-of-bitches available and hope they can aim in the general direction of the target.” Liulf was put into that group. He didn’t know whether to be proud of being big and strong or insulted that the knights referred to the blaster unit as The Meatheads.
Meteorological equipment wasn’t one of the technologies they imported from Loti. So they had to rely on methods of weather prediction that were older, but just as reliable. They needed a day so perfectly clear that hiding in clouds wouldn’t be an option for dragons in flight.
The knights, who had signed on for training, decided unanimously that they would stay long enough to be sure the Lunark werewolves were rid of dragon shifters. Command Central had been set up in the dense forest of the valley beneath the mountain the dragons had defaced. In some ways the tall trees were better protection than buildings.
All the wolves who had roles to play had said goodbye to their families at dusk the night before and traveled during the night to reach the gathering point. A few had come with a clothing pack tied or strapped to their wolf form, but most hadn’t bothered. At first the bodies of naked werewolves, male and female, threw the Black Swan knights off balance, but even they were surprised by how fast they adjusted.
Conn had made light of his part because he didn’t want to upset Lestriv or have her needlessly worry, but truthfully, he’d been assigned one of the most dangerous jobs. He was part of the crew that would climb the mountain to assess the success or failure of Plan A.
Most of the dragons were killed by the first drone strike. Had they been in dragon form, some might have survived with injuries, but they made a habit of spending their nights drinking themselves into a stupor and sleeping wherever they passed out, in infinitely more fragile, human form. Between the fact that they had built themselves a mountaintop fortress and the fact that they were unquestionably the top of the food chain on Lunark, they believed themselves invulnerable to attack.
They had deliberately sought out a world without technology-driven weaponry and had further insured the safety of their nest by showing the locals how easy it was for dragons to extinguish their insignificant lives. The inhabitants of Lunark didn’t even present enough of a danger to post a lookout.
Grenhelde had been in the top of the highest tower nursing hurt feelings and a skin of blood wine. She’d been rejected by Tharenvolf for the fourth time in three centuries and each time was worse than the time before. That night the rejection had been punctuated with a backhand that sent her stumbling into a table of food. Her humiliation was made complete by a response of raucous laughter from the witnesses. She would have sought adoption by another nest if it wasn’t for the fact that her brother and two cousins, her only remaining family, were part of that nest. After seeing them join in laughing at her humiliation, she
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