lazybox | [Dragon AU] Once more into the breach

[Dragon AU] Once more into the breach

Military work. An obligation to any dragon who wanted to live peacefully - to have even a chance of living to old age. Most humans regarded it as a way for adolescent dragons to burn off their hormonal urges relatively safely, especially the males.

The dragons themselves knew that the reality was a bit more complicated. Young dragons had a need to claim territory, but with their own populations dwindling and human populations surging, there was very little territory left they could claim. And with most matings chosen by genetic matches, there wasn't a need to impress potential mates anyway.

So they sent their young to defend human territory instead. It had the side benefit of making the humans think they were tamed, safely under control, and so it protected their kind as a whole. Human technology, quick to develop, could easily spell the end of dragons entirely if their kind was seen as a threat, instead of allies.

By the time they hit puberty, most dragons knew this. It didn't mean they didn't chafe under it, especially those with more stubborn and independent personalities. The dragon seated in a human chair, trying to ignore how his shoulders itched under the shape-changing magic, was a particularly magnificent example of that.

The flight commander's office was small, especially for a facility designed to accommodate dragons, and even though his human shape fit inside perfectly well, Asch couldn't help but feel caged in. Part of it, he knew, was the lack of windows, which itched at him more than it would even most other dragons. Claustrophobia and large creatures didn't get along well.

Military dragons were appointed flight partners for their term of service; sometimes it was more than one, depending on how lucky the human was. Dragons could restore themselves with magic and recover from injury much better than their human counterparts - a benefit to shapeshifting, certainly - but sharing that healing outside of a pair bond was difficult. And true bonds were rare these days.

All the better, as far as Asch was concerned. He wanted this section of his life over with as quickly as possible. Not that he hated humans - just the opposite. He found them endlessly entertaining and innovative... Outside of the rigid structure of the military.

Inside of it, well, he'd already had a face-off with the commander about the length of his human form's hair. The bright crimson, at least, had gone un-commented-on, as many humans knew that bold colorations were critical points of pride, but being forced to keep it short as well...

Well, it simply wasn't happening. He was already going without his ornaments and usual loose clothes, not to mention going along with the polite cultural requirement of maintaining an entirely human form. For this, the first meeting with his assigned partner, he could manage polite, even if it chafed.

And did it ever chafe. Asch flicked his eyes up at the commander before returning his attention to his dull human-shape nails. He'd at least made a good impression by being early. And he was good at most of the actual tasks the military required of their dragons - a fast, strong flier who could easily bear a rider, skilled at magic, not afraid of violence. For his skill, they were willing to let some things slide.

But not everything. And one of the things they weren't going to slide on was 'no solo operations.'

He really hoped that whoever came through that door was tolerable, or the next couple of years were going to be hell.

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Asch is the sort who gets up just before any alarm that might be set, so he's already awake and wondering how to gently get Soma up off him when the bugle goes off. He nudges the boy's shoulder with his nose, his wing already pulled back so he can get out. It's dark in the room aside from the red oil lamp, which is raised back up into Soma's view.

[Not exactly how I planned to spend my first night on this side of the barracks,] he says. [Come on, I need to get up too.]

"Right...."

Soma stretches with another groan, cautiously working his way to the edge of the hammock so he can slide out of it. He makes his way back to his room to freshen up and change into a clean uniform. Luckily he can shower in under five minutes, though it means coming back to Asch with damp hair.

"I have snacks since we don't have time to hit the mess before orientation. Smoked meat and dried fruit."

By the time he's back, Asch is human again - mostly, there's a few slightly disordered feathers still sticking out of his hair - and he's buckling himself into his harness over the uniform. He doesn't look up, focused on the small buckles, but he does seem to perk a little. "What kind of fruit?"

"I think I have crisp-puffed apples, banana chips, dried pineapple, and homemade fruit leather made with strawberry, raspberry, and blueberry." One of the advantages of his family's influence: he gets frequent deliveries of healthy and delicious snacks they can't find in the mess, and no one will bitch at him if he keeps food in his private quarters.

"Pineapple." Not even a question. He clearly likes warm weather fruits. "Maybe some of the banana." An annoyed jiggle of a buckle before he finishes getting it up on, and he reaches up to pull the ID tag from his jacket. "I'll owe you a pastry."

Good thing he doesn't have to eat much to get moving; a different metabolism from humans is good for that. The jacket goes on over the rest.

"I'll never turn down good pastry." Soma retrieves a couple of pouches, passing them off to Asch. He cracks another one open for himself, gnawing on a piece of fruit leather.

"Saddle situated okay? Need any help?" Maybe he's being a pain but he just wants to be helpful. That's what partners are for.

"You get your stuff together, I've got this fine." He'll take that pineapple though, chewing and swallowing every so often as he gets everything settled. The saddlebags and holsters are left behind, for now; they aren't supposed to worry about them until the second week, once they actually have the hang of the flying thing. "Hopefully it's not too cold out there."

The one thing Soma does take is the small pack with the oxygen mask. They probably won't do any high-altitude maneuvers today, but it's better to be prepared. He'll carry it himself for now.

"I think it's in the high fifties or low sixties. There's a cold front coming through in a few days, though. Will you be okay?"

"I can manage." He shoots a considering glance over at the jewelry box on his desk, then shakes his head. "That's about the lowest our winters get, though. I'm not going to be having much fun if it drops below freezing."

Soma bites his lip. "Um... the winters here have snow. Lots of it. So it's going to get pretty cold, yeah."

Will Asch get sick in the cold? Would it cause him permanent harm? Maybe they'll be transferred to a warmer climate once they complete training.

Asch shivers at the thought. "Hate snow. I guess I'll have to send home for some extra things." An absorbent mat for in front of their door, for a start. "Come on, we shouldn't take too much longer."

"Right. I'm ready when you are."

Soma heads for the door, holding it open for Asch. He can't help worrying about the impending winter. While he enjoys the cold, the thought of Asch being miserable in the snow makes him unhappy. Just how much warmth can illusory clothing provide? Does Asch have a spell that will help?

Asch ducks through the door and leads the way out into the chill morning air. The one bad thing about his jacket is that he can't shift his wings into reality under it to wrap around himself. Still, he doesn't hesitate at all to manifest his feathers for warmth, though they're only really visible on his face and neck at this point.

Soma catches himself staring as he falls into step beside Asch. He'd never seen a southerner firsthand before he met his partner. No bird ever had such beautiful feathers. But it's the person behind those feathers that truly intrigues him. Asch's acerbic reputation had him worried, but seeing how far showing respect has brought them already is encouraging. Hopefully they can be more than just partners, Soma wishes for them to be friends.

The walk out to the practice field is brisk and a bit breezy but thankfully quick. Already there are several other dragon and rider pairs waiting, and by the time everyone arrives there are a dozen total. The drill sergeant and his dragon are both grizzled veterans, powerful and as stern as they are scarred. The sergeant gives Soma a glare, perhaps expecting shenanigans from the unit's oddball, but Soma draws himself up into perfect attention.

Asch, for his part, is exactly at the right amount of attention that no one can say he's doing anything wrong - which puts him at a little better than average in the group of dragons. Two, like the drillmaster, are veterans who just have new partners; most of the others are fresh blood from the mountains, with little respect for either humans or the scarred, scaled easterner in charge. Soma won't be able to hear them giving Asch shit for his jacket in the draconic language, at least not most of it, but the expression Asch makes at them is clear enough as he sheds the outer layer in preparation for changing to his true form.

Maybe Soma can't hear most of the dragons' muttering, but he doesn't miss Asch's sour expression. He lays a hand on the redhead's arm briefly, then snaps back to attention before the drillmaster or his dragon can notice.

"Alright, you greenies! Time to sort out which of you can stick to your lizards without falling off or puking your guts out! Mount up!" Of course, the drillmaster doesn't tell them how to fix their safety rigs. He wants to see who bothered to study ahead.

Soma relaxes from attention and turns to Asch with a faint smile. "Ready when you are, partner."

"Is lizards really the best he can come up with?" Asch mutters at Soma in turn, before stepping into the open space where they're supposed to set up. His transformation is a little quicker than the others, in part because of his size, and he shakes out his wing feathers briefly before settling down so Soma can climb up.

Down the row, not all the riders are so lucky; many of the other dragons only go as far down as they have to, forcing the humans to hop a bit in order to get up to the saddle.

"Do you really want him to come up with something even more insulting?"

Soma gracefully climbs up onto the saddle, making sure he doesn't step directly on Asch's scales and feathers. Settling onto Asch's back, he starts gathering the various straps, needing only a cursory glance to know which ones go where. Before some of the other riders are even seated, Soma has himself securely buckled in. The drillmaster's dragon huffs in grudging approval.

"Well, at least somebody knows what the hell they're doing! You all give Cruz a bunch of shit but he's got something over the rest of you maggots!" The drillmaster's barked shout earns Soma more than a few dirty looks from the other riders.

[It'd at least show that he's putting effort into it,] comes the magic-carried reply, as Asch shakes slightly to settle the weight on his shoulders. The other dragons are giving him dirty looks, too, but he makes a point of ignoring them in favor of preening a couple of wing feathers. One of them makes a chuffing sound at him, which earns a growl from their superior and dirty looks from the two veterans. With the way Asch's head is angled, Soma will be able to see him roll his eyes. [Let's just be glad there aren't any females around for them to posture for.]

"I guess that's why they have the females in a different unit. Some things humans and dragons have in common."

He fastens the case with the oxygen mask onto its designated spot, just in case. A few other riders brought theirs as well, so maybe they really will do high altitude tests today, or at least give the riders who are prepared a chance to do a little free-flying after orientation drills.

Once everyone is mounted, the drillmaster makes the rounds to check safety rigs and chew out the riders who fouled up the straps. It takes a good ten minutes before everyone is lined up and ready.

"Pace out for takeoff! I don't want you idiots bumping into each other and crashing on your first day! First pair on that end of the line, you're cleared to go!" Soma and Asch are third from that end of the line. Asch might be able to feel his rider trembling with anticipation.

There's a bit of a chuckle under Soma's knees. [Dragons are even worse about it, trust me. Though maybe it would encourage better hygiene in some of that lot.]

Yes, Soma, your dragon is the snooty one, just in case you'd forgotten. As the second pair goes for the runway, Asch stands and starts stretching his wings in preparation.

Asch has every right to be snooty and proud. He's the most beautiful dragon on the base and maybe the continent. Nobody can convince Soma that he doesn't have the best partner ever. Grinning like a fool, he lowers his flight goggles and grips the hand loops on the saddle.

"Don't hold back, Asch. Show me just how fast you can fly," he breathes quietly, his voice shaking with excitement.

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There's not a verbalized response, just a nod and a shiver as he half-raises his wings and walks off to the end of the runway. The two already in the sky and the rest on the ground barely even merit concern as he gets into position. A deep breath, and then off he goes, bounding gallop, wings spread to either side, almost catching air already even before he leaps at the air.

The first couple of down-flaps are the most intense, but even the short run yesterday is enough to give Asch an edge over the others in gauging how much extra power he's going to need for the additional weight of saddle and human. (It's quite a bit; he's still runty and Soma is not exactly the smallest human of the batch.) But dreary and chill as the sky is that morning, it's open and free, and soon Asch is soaring and circling easily, ignoring the half-formation of the other dragons and riders until actually given the order to form up.

With the rushing of the wind and strong beating wings, only Asch and the other dragons can hear Soma's laughter as they take to the sky. His joy is like a child's, not the least bit self-conscious and giddy with new experience. He hangs on with ease, as if he was born to ride, leaning with Asch's turns without even needing to be warned.

"This is incredible!" Soma laughs, freeing one hand from a strap so he can rub Asch's neck. "If I had wings, I'd never want to land!"

[After a marathon flight, you would,] Asch says, something of his amusement in the projected voice. He beats his wings and briefly glides low over some of the buildings before taking to altitude again.

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