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"Doktor!...Doktor! Get Up!..." That voiced called to him. It seemed so familiar.

"Doktror!!!" It just won't go away...

"DOKTOR!" His eyes snapped open, and he sat straight up, feeling the effects of HA-NODSOT (High Altitude-Near Orbital Drop Shock Organism Troop). Realizing he was on a hay bale, the Doktor looked over his limbs and torso, making sure all the protective armor had detached and had not melted to his scales. Even in the LADST (Low Altitude Drop Shock Test), the relatively lighter armor had partially melted to his blue scales and fussed others together. It was painful for him to move sometimes as the scales pulled at his skin, and for once, he couldn't wait for his scales to shed.

"Don't worry Doktor, we made sure only you made it to the ground in one piece." Implied Spec.-Op. Vandal. "Although, when we saw you bounce across the dirt like that, we were afraid you may not have made it...After all, you haven't had any training in HA-NOD." The Canadian Timber Wolf, from Joint Task Force 4 (JTF4), had worry in his voice, but still retained the control he needs to get missions done right.

"I'm a Dragon, why do I need to crash and almost burn like the rest of you?!"

"If you want 99's up the ass, be my guess to fly across the Channel. Or, do you think you can calmly land on the beach and ask the German ClunkerNaughts if you can stroll in, blowup the fortifications, and take over the beach head?"

"No...you load mouth wolveine" retorted Doktor. Getting up off the hay bale that they laid him on, Doktor looked around and found all but one of the units, a Delta force, was missing. "Where's Spec.-Agent Alyx?"

The room was silent. Vandal looked out the barn. There sniper, Code Name: Mirror crouched silently above them, looking out the barn window through a sniper scope. Special Agent Taka was sitting in the corner, her head in her hands.

"He never made it...His drop suit was spotted by a land rover and shot at...After that..." It was Taka who answered, and everyone knew that her and Alyx where "seeing" each other. She still had her head in her hands and began to sob quietly.

"Which is what might have caused your suit to land awkward. A round must have changed your degree of entry..." continued Vandal.

"They he must be alive!" retorted Doktor, "We have to look for him!"

"They probably killed him on site, if his suit didn't incinerate him alive or melt to his scales!" shouted Taka.

"Guys..."

"No! He can't be dead! He would never give in so easily!"

"Guys."

"He's dead! You know the Clunkers would never keep him alive! Torture for intelligence or a ransom, he's not coming back in one piece, even if we did manage to save him!"

"GUYS!" shouted Mirror.

"WHAT?!" responded the three below.

"Incoming..." And at that cue, four Self-Guided Low Level Artillery Shells crashed in around the barn. Mirror was thrown from the window and onto the ground by the blast, Doktor was knocked back onto the hay bale, Vandal got a face full of wood splinters, and Taka had the least amount of hurt but still faced some splinters in the back.

No other shells were fired, and after a minute, the team groaned and clawed their way back to their feet. Vandal spat out wood chips, Doktor picked hay out of his wings, and Shadow, slowly and painfully, sat up and cracked his back.

That's when Shadow realized there was a shell round under his claw.

"The fuck?..." He pulled the cartridge out of his bio-plasmid rifle and read the counter. The counter said 9.

Then there was a groan in the back of the barn.

When Shadow was thrown from the window, the shock from the gun hitting the ground caused an accidental discharged. The round found its way to Taka, grazing one of her ribs, coupled with the fact she had splinters riddled in her back and found there way to the new wound. Luckily, the plasmid had not gained much mass at such a close range and did not burn her entire left rib cage.

The Doktor ran to Taka and began to assess her injures, Shadow ran over with him, having some medical training, and began to bandage Taka while the Doktor removed any splinters and applied morphine.

The real reason Shadow was helping was that he thought he was responsible for her injures. The Doktor saw this in his face and leaned over. "You would be of more help to Vandal then me, or her..." The Doktor took the bandages from Shadow and handed him his rifle.

With shaky hands, Shadow took his rifle back and sprinted out to the front of the barn to find Vandal. He was preparing a miniature Low Altitude Reconnaissance Creature (LARC). The creature was actually a small pigeon with dragon wings and a face of an eagle, which was telepathically connected to the operator via a DNA sampling. Dragon's where also known to pick up this signal by their natural abilities of telepathy.

The pigeon creature opened its eagle eyes, and spread its almost majestic dragon wings. Its beak was narrow and pointed like a hawk, and let out a small, almost inaudible cry. The cross began to flap its wing, and slowly, it built up speed, and created lift. In one flew swept of its wings, the cross shot off the folded plastic board that Vandal angled on his shoulder. High above the landscape, the cross-bread soared, taking in all the sights and sounds, relaying them all back to Vandal, and soared among a circle in a 1 mile radius of him.

Taking in the sights he may never see again, Vandal remembers every one of the rolling hills, the flow of the creek that became a river far on, the contrast of the dark yellow grain fields against the black, clear, and starry sky.

Then, in between the rolling hills, Vandal spied a dark red figure moving over the crests of the hills. There were two, 2 legged walkers, armed with two, GShG-7.62mm machine guns, and one GSh-6-23 auto cannon mounted under the carriage. They walk like a chicken about to stumble, but they are deadly with their cannons and machine guns, able to take on any under armed squad.

Vandal whispered to himself, "Get Taka moving again, Doktor..."

*****

"Or else we're fucked..." muttered the Doktor.

"What...what was that...Doktor?" stammered Taka. "Is it bad?"

"I was just finishing Vandal's sentence again..." replied the Doktor under his breath. "You be fine, Taka, just don't move for a second so I can pull the last of the splinters out." Removing the last of the large splinters out of the wound and her back, the Doktor wrapped her up and got her on her feet and handed her P210 assault rifle. "On your feet, soldier, we have a war to win!"

Taka took her gun and regained her composter. Doktor lead the way out and heard Shadow's McMillan Eagle Eye .72 Sniper Rifle. Searing plasma crackled through the air and struck home. One of the walkers stumbled and almost lost its footing, and in retaliation, the twin walker opened up its machine guns, pelting the ground around them.

The Doktor sprinted backwards, and then ran towards the creek. Outstretching his wings, he took to the air, taking out his Roadrunner Assault Shotgun. Above the land, it was beauty and awe, as the Doktor soared, but the walkers where more of a threat, and he never took in the fact that the walkers where farther then they seemed from the barn. Landing behind the walkers, Doktor jumped up onto the firing walker, using the butt of the gun, smashed in the cockpit window, and unloaded 6 rounds into the driver's face with the full auto shotgun.

The other walker was about to open up the auto cannon on the squad, but heard the shotgun and rammed the downed walker. The Doktor was thrown to the ground and his gun flew away from him.

The walker loomed over him and used the barrels of the machine guns as pincers to pick the Doktor up by his wings. He flinched and twisted from the feeling of his wing being pulled off his back. The walker leveled him off to the cockpit and opened the window.

The pilot was an augmented human. Standing up, the dragon could see that half of the pilot's head was replaced by optics and brain enhancement, the other half showed how he was before the augmenting. He was an Aryan, well built, and raised his unaugmented arm and pulled back the firing hammer on his 6-shooter.

With a smirk, he aimed the gun. The Doktor relaxed and closed his eyes.

Then his eyes where jerked opened as he heard plasma burning through the first layer of metal on the walker's arm. Another shot hit the pressure pipes beneath, and the walker began to spite and sputter, and then violently slumped to the ground.

The driver fell forwards and out onto the ground, just as the Doktor was released. The two clambered to their feet and saw their respective guns lying in front of them.

Leaping forwards, they grabbed their guns, Doktor using the longer barrel of his shotgun to knock the 6-shooter out of the Clunker's hand, just as the Clunker swung his augmented arm and knocked the shotgun out of the Doktor's hand. The two climbed up, and The Doktor ran for his gun, before the Clunker rammed him to the ground again.

The Doktor registered what happened and dug his claws into the Clunker's back and bit into his face.

The Clunker screamed as the dragon claws dug in deep beneath his flesh, and teeth ruptured his eye. Having pinned the dragon to the ground, the Clunker raised his augmented arm and landed a solid hit into the muzzle of the dragon.

The Doktor released his death grip and bite, taking flesh and eye with him, and let out a loud roar in pain as metal meet scale. The Clunker raised his arm again and this time, brought it down on his gut, again and again, moving up to his chest and shoulders.

It felt as if someone was dropping a steel block down onto him, each shot having more and more power behind them. The Doktor felt his life slowly being wilted away like a chunk of metal being heated and hammered to size.

Then the Clunker stopped and looked straight at the dragon, breathing in and bleeding heavily from where his eye use to be, and raised his augmented arm and positioned it in front of the Doktor's face. He raised his arm, and the Doktor closed his eyes, and lowered his wings...

Once more he had to open his eyes to see why his fate had not met his face.

It was because the Clunker's arm had been melted through by plasma, and landed on the ground in a loud 'clunk'. The Clunker looked at The Doktor, before the rest of his face was dissolved by plasma.

The dead Clunker body slumped over off the Doktor. In a painful sigh of relief, the dragon relaxed and let his body go limp. He could feel many of his scales broken and jagged, scraping at the sensitive flesh underneath. His ribs where broken and stabbing at his organs, and breathing was painful and exasperated. The wing that was pulled on began to twitch violently and uncontrollably.

Then, in his mind's eye, he could see himself, lying in pain and pitiful looking, draw closer and closer to him. Was he going mad? Was it the end?

That was when he heard trampling of grass underfoot. Vandal had begun to sprint on all four's to help the Doktor. No one realized how far the walkers had been, and getting to them by flight was faster than traversing the wide and deep creek, and rolling hills that seem to go up and down for miles.

Finally, what seemed like eternity, the Timber Wolf skidded to a halt next to the Dragon and gently sat him upright. Vandal cradled the Doktor in his arms, his close friend, as he began to spit up blood and fluids.

"Doktor? Doktor! Answer me!" growled Vandal, trying not to show any other emotion.

"I'm...I'm alright..." the Doktor sputtered as he coughed up more blood. "Get some morphine...from the satchel...please..."

"Al...Alright." Vandal fumbled through the medical satchel and pulled out one of the small morphine capsules. Removing the needle cover, Vandal found a small area of exposed dragon skin and gave the Doktor what he wanted.

"Thank you...Now lay me down..."

Gently resting the dragon on the ground, Vandal had to fight back tears as Taka arrived up the hill on all fours, with Mirror gliding along next to her.

"How is he?" asked Mirror.

"Will he make it?" questioned Taka.

"I'll be fine; I just need to rest..." The Doktor replied to them both.

Closing his eyes, the dragon looked at his wolf friend before letting the darkness surround him.

But the darkness was replaced by an image of a Grand Walker. It was slow and cumbersome, traversing the rolling hills, the guns flaring loosely on their tri-pods, men and machines sliding across the decks, and people struggling to walk around the conning tower.

The Grand Walker came to a sudden stop, the legs frilled out across the hills, and bent and angled to level out the deck. Then, one of the flak guns on top of the conning tower began to turn and angle up to face in the general direction of the squad.

Spot lights turned on and lit up the quad-barreled Flak 99. Suspended from the gun, was a crimson red figure.

It was a dragon, with its wings spanned out and chained to the barrels. The chains continued around the dragon's muzzle, down to its torso, tying its arms to its body, wrapping its claws together, and creating a cocoon around its legs, with weights tied to its feet's.

Then, one of the other rear flak guns opened up and fired one shell. It hit its mark, exploding the pigeon cross in a display of red and blue blood.

The Doktor opened his eyes and jerked straight up. It was the red scales that gave away who it was...

It was Alyx.