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High Altitude-Near Orbital Drop Shock Organism Troop.

It is a special military program to bring in Shock Troops of the most elite anthros, and humans at times, that cannot fly.

It was meant for land based organisms.

Not Dragons...

But they said that Doktor was the most ingenious and brilliant mind in medical, chemical and biological science. He was needed to drop in to enemy territory, help an elite squad composed of one JTF4 and three Delta Force units, destroy some fortifications on the beaches of Normandy, mark landing areas for other HA-NODSOT forces, brake into a special weapons and research lab near St. Lo, and regroup with Evolutionist armies advancing on the beaches.

But still, he was a Dragon. Why does he need to drop from HA-NO?

They said the beaches where loaded with 88.8's and 99's, numerous light walkers, and possibly, but unconfirmed, Grand Walker. No high flying creature or anthro could possibly fly across the Channel and survive.

But still...HA-NO?

But no matter what he said, they insisted that he goes with the squad to provide medical aid and figure out what was going on in those labs.

Begrudgingly, the Doktor accepted the mission. At least he was going in with people he knew. The Canadian Timber Wolf and leader: Vandal, The Ocelot and scout: Takara, the Mystic and Elite Sniper: Mirror, and finally, the Heavy Troop: Alyx.

But still...

So going in for LADST (Low Altitude Drop Shock Test), the Doktor had a special suit designed to accommodate his wings. It was simply metal plating, with heat insulation and shock absorption cushion for the "landing", which Alyx described more as a "crash and hope you don't burn landing."

So the Doktor wiggled into the metal, yet flexible, suite, strapped into a harness, and hoisted up to the sky by a Great Bold Eagle. Taka was guiding the Eagle and talked to the Doktor on the way up.

"Don't worry, hun, the first time is always the scariest one. After this, you might be doing HA-NO missions with us."

"IF I survive this one." retorted the Doktor.

"That's the same thing I said. Trust me, I have done ten HA-NODSOT missions, and haven't had a single drop go wrong... Save for the one in the Pacific Islands, landed in a swamp...And the Cuscuses Mountains, landed in the Caspian Sea."

"Thanks Taka, thanks..."

"You're welcome, hunny, and don't worry, the shock foam is not just any foam. The special organism in it will pad the entire crash, you wount even feel a thing." replied Taka.

So as the Doktor was hosted up and above the English Iles, he looked out through the flame and heat proof visor, and took in the sights.

It was calm, for once, over the English Channel. The skies where still cloudy, but mercifully calm, as the trio turned towards England, and headed north, where planted trees from almost fifty years ago, to repopulate the decimated forests during the Gunpowder Age, have grown tall and deep green. The emerald green hills stretched on, and from this height, the cliffs of Ireland could be seen.

Finally, the three where over Scotland, far from the preying eyes of British civilians, and Clunker spies, and neared the test zone.

The test zone was simply a giant red X painted onto the ground. The surrounding area was a military base and testing center. Anthro birds and dragons flew through the air, dogs barking orders, wolves and bears loading and unloading planes and cargo ships, bulls, rhinos and numerous other heavy creatures pulling and hulling equipment all around, and the occasional cats, foxes and female dogs "attending" to some tired and returning soldiers, in private.

Suddenly, air raid sirens where going off. Everyone within a hundred foot radius of the X where clearing out. The eagle began to bank upwards, at a sharp angle.

"Almost there. You read for this?" Asked Taka.

"Sure..."

"Good enough. Sweet landing!"

And with that, the Doktor felt like he was falling. Well, actually, he was.

The suit was doing what it was doing, so far. He was suddenly nose diving, seeing nothing but dirt and a red X in his visor. He felt cramped suddenly, wanting to spread his wings. But he couldn't. The suit was beginning to feel as if it was lacking oxygen. He was only a couple miles high above the dirt, nowhere Near Orbital, but still high up.

Then, there was a loud CLANG nose, and a sudden burning sensation along the Doktor's ribs. A loud warning siren began to eco, signifying something had gone wrong with the drop.

Then, the distinct groan and shredding noise of metal rang in the dragon's ear. High-pitched whining of air filled the suit. There was no way to eject. It was a painful choice of crash, or burn.

The high friction of oxygen and other gas particles, grinding against the metal, was creating such high intensity heat, and began to melt the light protective metal. In turn, the melting metal was dripping into the opening created in the suit, and landed on the Doktor's scales.

The heat was intensive. The metal was retaining so much heat, even in a liquid sludge form, and was starting to melt the dragon scales. The heat being radiated was felt even on the sensitive skin beneath the scales.

The Doktor was now squirming in the suit, wanting to escape the burning metal, which was now accumulating and causing burn marks beneath the scales. Now, with his claws in a fist, the Doktor began to try and smash his way out by weakening more of the suit, hopefully gliding out and landing safely...or at least, in one piece, so something could be shipped home...

There was not much room to move, and the ground was creeping up closer and closer. In a sudden fit of rage and desperateness, the dragon scratched through the cushion and heat retardant foam with one hand, and pounding at the metal with the other.

Something must have worked, as a crack was heard traveling through the left side of the suit, down and around the breach, and around to the wings. The suit shattered around the wings in a dazzling display of shimmering silver metal. Quickly, the dragon spanned out his wings, but the suit was still in tacked around his body, and the excess weight was straining.

Now, the drag from his wings caused him and the suit to shift in position. Instead of noise-diving into the ground and "belly flopping" into the ground, he was belly flopping too soon, the friction greatly increasing over the entire suit, and he was going to bake alive if he did not slow himself or break free.

But it was too late. The ground was only a couple hundred feet away. The Doktor simply closed his eyes, and hoped for the best...