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Resistance C40: ReturnResistanceTanorath-drgn
Chapter 40: Return
Of course, the biggest issue of the discussion was what to do with the prisoners. According to Sythes, they had also given their prisoners' oaths, while some even asked outright to defect, saying that the Council would kill them if they went back.
Obviously, killing the whole lot was them was out of the question, though I would have been lying if I said that it was not considered at some point. However, we eventually decided to throw all of them into a designated area, which would be decided by the city's management, which had gone into hiding, and just come back out. Seeing no point in redoing the top echalons of the city itself, and after some conferring with the residents, we handed them back their jurisdiction.
Eventually, the prisoners were all regulated to one of the larger houses, given their sheer number. The initial plan put forward was actually to throw them to the slums, but I would have none of it. That would just come ba
Resistance C39: AssaultResistanceTanorath-drgn
Chapter 39: Assault
The planning took up a good chunk of the night, and the orders were dispatched before dawn. We would go for a frontal assault. However, a good chunk of the forces would remain at home to hold the fort. At some point, I remembered to get Fenek to make my pistol visible again.
Eventually, the end result of the night's work came in the form of a convoy of fifteen tonners, all full of men, all toting rifles. Escorting would be several rovers, mine included. I stopped to repaint the markings, and to grab my hat. Most of the men were chattering amongst themselves, while we briefed the commanders one last time. After a few minutes, the men were briefed, and all reported ready.
Clambering into my rover with Fenek, Hector and Flayme, I gave the signal to follow me as I stared the engine. Flayme gave me a mad grin. "So, this is the roar of the human war machines!"
"Hah! you haven't seen the tank!" I replied, chuckling. We were given one tank, which was waiting outs
Resistance C38: RecceeResistanceTanorath-drgn
Chapter 38: Reccee
I woke the next morning to have Fenek peering at the laptop what was on the coffee table, in front of me. I must have forgotten to explain the thing to him. Either way, I reluctantly got off the sofa and went to cook breakfast. At least the other dragons would be handling their own food. I could hardly imagine having to cook for so many everyday.
The breakfast with the family went the usual way, before I commandeered one corner of the dinner table to go over the meeting minutes that had been typed into the laptop. I also brought over a stack of paper and a pen.
I was so engrossed with my work that I didn't notice Sythes' presence till he poked his snout over the laptop screen to look at what I was scribbling onto the paper, mostly notes on the situation, along with some speculations on what the opposing force would be.
Hector and gang had also crowded around without my noticing, all staring alternatingly at the laptop, then my scribbling, probably finding
Resistance C37: Expansion PlansResistanceTanorath-drgn
Chapter 37: Expansion Plans
I ended up shooing most of the observers back to whatever they had to do in order to let the maintenance people work in peace. Floodlights had also been set up outside the shack, and more vehicles had been brought over. Already, the sounds of drills and such could be heard as they went about their work. At least maintenance wasn't such a huge issue anymore.
Empty files were also being brought over for Victor, who was going on a printing spree. Judging from everything, the meeting would probably be at night.
However, I had to take a detour to one of the storehouses to get a whiteboard, since the dragons pestered me to no end about the computer. I hauled it back with the help of Fenek, pausing to wave at a convoy of tonners that drove past, probably the day's raiding party. We brought the huge board back to my place, only to find that there was nowhere to mount it. I ended up mounting it next door, at the dragons' barracks.
Using the few markers tha
Resistance C36: PowerResistanceTanorath-drgn
Chapter 36: Power
Not quite knowing where the actual windmill was, I spent quite a while wandering around the town with Fenek in tow. Atheros was supposedly still resting.
Eventually, I got fed up and got Fenek to fly around, then give me directions. He tried to convince me to join him, but after a tentative stretch of my wings brought forth a whole lot of aches and pains, I declined.
The building was almost a stereotypical windmill, with a cylindrical Base and a conical roof. It's blades were simple wooden affairs, turning lazily in the afternoon breeze. The walls were made of stone and something that seemed to be concrete or plaster, perhaps a mixture of both. The stone was obviously granite, with the specks of quartz catching the afternoon sun, creating the appearance of sparkles on some of the dark rocks.
Set into the wall was a wooden doorframe, and a few windows here and there. The brown hardwood door was ajar, and the sounds of wood being worked and metal being shifte
Resistance C35: BalanceResistanceTanorath-drgn
Chapter 35: Balance
Eventually, I settled down to read a book, wanting some quiet time after all the excitement of the previous few days.
However, that was not to be, as one of the guards turned up on my doorstep the moment I flicked to the page where I had stopped at ages ago.
The man wasted no time with knocking the door, and came straight in. "Boss, we need you at the South gate now! A group of dragons just literally materialised in front and are asking for you by name! They don't seem to be looking for trouble, but some of them are wearing armour and such. Do you want an escorts?"
I glanced round to see Fenek fast asleep. I shrurged. "Nah. I'll live." With that, I put on my cap, which seemed to have dried, grabbed my pistol and went along with the man, "Eh, but get some guns pointed at them in case."
As the both of us rushed out, I received my reply. "They're covered. You sure you don't want someone to cover your back?"
I grunted and beckoned Agenor along. The sil
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