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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It's the most incredible feeling. Soma's almost disappointed when their drillmaster takes to the sky and orders them into formation, though at least they don't have to land. He's going to pester Asch with questions, though.

"How long can you fly if you can catch good thermals? I guess even if you're just holding your wings out and not flapping them, you still get tired eventually. And have you been high altitude tested yet?"

Asch freely takes to the rear of the formation, where none of the others can snap at his tail plumes. At least humans were smart enough to figure out that flying creatures formed V shaped groups for a reason.

At least no one else can hear the endless curiosity spouting from his back. [Long enough that the thermals don't really matter; you don't get much benefit from them at night. Up here, maybe 36 hours if the weather is decent. Longer when it's warmer, shorter when I have to worry about freezing rain in my feathers.]

A strong downbeat of his wings. [And high-altitude is a requirement for combat and travel heavy units, you know. Everybody but search and rescue.]

"I know, but how did you rate compared to the others? I want to know your limits before I try pushing you." Asch is smaller and likely needs less oxygen to breathe, but at the same time the colder temperature at higher altitudes might affect him. Soma is one of those people who reads the manual for everything new, so why should this be any different?

But even with all the questions, there's no hiding the excited trembling of his body even through the saddle. He's finally in the air on a real dragon, not a simulator, and he's ready to burst with the thrill of it.

The drillmaster and his dragon take the lead of the formation. "Time for turning and formation drills! Follow my lead, don't break formation, and don't slam into each other!" They suddenly bank right, expecting the rest of the squad to copy them by visual cue rather than direct orders.

[Better on lung capacity, less lift,] he says. [I have a harder time getting up there, but I can stay longer.]

There's a single sharp flap as they begin the turn - and then Asch's wings tuck in as the dragon to their right takes the turn too wide and he has to drop out of the way of the other male's wings. He's not entirely sure it isn't intentional, but he's not the one who gets snapped at for poor turning. With his smaller size, he can out-turn any of the dragons up here and they all know it.

Soma holds on tight, wrapping his hands in the straps as Asch drops away from the other dragon's wings. Thankfully Asch is an amazing flyer, Soma has heard of accidents where dragons collide. It's rarely pretty.

"Are you okay?" Soma's eyes scan the squad. "Maybe we should hang back a bit, give those guys some space."

[I'm not going to break formation because their sorry asses can't turn,] Asch replies with a huff and a shake of his head. He flaps once to get back to altitude once the way is clear. [I'm more agile than any of them anyway.]

"Lucky for us. Colliding with another dragon, especially one that big, would've been a disaster."

The next attempt at turning in formation goes a little better, then better still, as the dragons become accustomed to following the leader.

"Eventually they're going to have us shift so we each get a turn leading. Can't wait to see the crap the others get up to when it's our turn." The sarcasm practically drips out of Soma's words.

[I'm half-tempted to put them through their paces myself.] There's a dark sort of amusement in it. He's not exactly officer material, and has no intention on being a career sort of dragon, so these exercises are the only time he'll get to lead maneuvers like that. [I don't think even the most experienced could handle my turning radius, though.]

As it is, the next turn involves a 'stray' tail from the dragon in front and to their left swinging for Asch's head. He simply ducks it, and doesn't bother to change position as the first leader-swap happens at the front of the group.

"You'd think the drill sergeant would notice the shit these dragons are pulling with us." Soma sounds increasingly annoyed. If Asch gets hurt because of some stupid dragon and/or his rider being ignorant, Soma will deck the rider and his overgrown lizard once they're all back on the ground. "You don't think he's in on it, do you?"

He wouldn't be surprised, considering both he and Asch have less than stellar reputations among everyone on the base.

[More that he just doesn't care. There's always going to be someone that gets targetted - I'm sure he's seen this whole show a hundred times.] An extra annoyed flick of his tail, not that Soma can look back to see it. [Especially with a bunch of - ]

A slight growl vibrates under Soma, Asch frustrated and not bothering to translate what he's thinking properly into words humans can understand. [Mountain dragons have a mentality that's very different from ours. Food is scarcer up there; there's a culture of cutting off dead weight if times get too lean. To them, I'm a tiny mutant who wouldn't have survived if southerners were real dragons like they are.]

Soma doesn't say anything, but Asch might feel the tension in his rider's mind and body. Something about the idea of culling the weak doesn't sit well with Soma, but the pale boy keeps his feelings to himself for now.

He doesn't speak until they're next in line to lead, the winds stronger without the slipstream of other dragons to protect them. Four more turns and the lead will be yielded to them. "Are you ready? Let's give these snobs a workout they won't forget, Asch."

Asch doesn't much like it either - the southern clans are far more cooperative in contrast, though more tightly family-bonded than some of the other more communal dragons. Still, there's always going to be some tension between them and the mountain dragons - not just from difference of mindset, but because the two are the only ones that truly have territory yet that's unclaimed by humans besides the reclusive seadwellers.

There's a hum under Soma's knees as Asch dips into the first turn, something like a chuckle. And he does dip into the turn, wingtip going much further down than any of the other leaders have managed to make a sharper turn. Not anything that's out of line, and the veteran under the drillmaster snorts lightly as she imitates it... But the newbies, especially the easterners, fall out of line a bit and have to embarrassingly form back up after the tighter maneuver.

The drillmaster's voice rings out - "Ha! You lot are more useless than I thought! You know Fabre's going easy on you, right? Keep up with him!"

[Well, if that's what the man asks for, let's give it to him.]

"At least he approves of your skill in the air, even if neither of us is well-liked."

Because it's all Asch's skill when it comes to flying. Soma's skill at this point equates only to being able to stay on the dragon's back without falling off, getting sick, or passing out. Soma won't take credit where it's not due. So he sits back and enjoys going along for the ride, a brief squeeze with his legs the silent signal for Asch to do as he pleases. He wants to see his "tiny mutant" dragon show up these arrogant bulks of scales and ego.

To be fair, he's still taking the turns a lot more smoothly than many of the other riders, especially when Asch's second turn is still tighter. No one falls off, but from the sound of some of the yelling, that's almost entirely due to the extensive safety harnesses.

[Well, you idiots, if you don't want to fly, why are you here?]

"Easy, Asch. If you taunt them too much, someone might take a potshot at us. I don't relish the idea of having a fireball spat at us."

Soma strokes Asch's neck. As far as he's concerned, his partner has nothing to prove. Black sheep or not, they're a great team and not even the drillmaster can deny that.

"Alright, out of the sky!" the drillmaster barks. "You morons have had enough for one day! Get on the ground before one of you completely fucks up and crashes the whole squadron!"

[It's not like I'm letting them hear this, and we're hardly working with an intelligence squad.]

Yes, Soma, that was a pun. In spite of the orders to land, they still have to go in turns to some extent, and Asch is perfectly happy to take his time, taking another wide turn before coming in for a landing. It's a little bumpy for Soma, since he has to worry about the other dragons, but hardly bad.

Bumpy or not, Soma's been through enough simulated landings to have gotten his own technique down. He stands slightly in the stirrups, bending his knees with the touchdown to soak up the momentum without slamming his tailbone into the saddle. Once Asch is settled, Soma sits back down until given the order to dismount.

"You did so well, Asch. I'm really proud of you." He rubs the dragon's neck again. "I'll make sure I get you extra fruit and give you a nice cooldown rub before lights out."

There's a slight puff. [That's a little patronizing, you know. I don't need to be given treats for doing my job.]

He's not mad. Yet. But it will get annoying over time so better to nip it in the bud now.

Soma blinks. "That's not how I meant it at all. I mean like how you treat a friend for doing well on a test or in a sporting match. And the rubdown is good for muscles after exertion. I don't want anything locking up. You're bigger than a human and scaly, but you're still like a champion athlete, so you deserve the same level of care."

He really didn't mean any insult, but he's visibly cringing at the misunderstanding. Ugh, he really is horrible at social cues.

[It's okay, that's why I said something.] Because so far, Soma seems like the sort of person who would actually try to work on something like that. With these other idiots, there wouldn't be much of a point.

He continues to slowly beat his wings idly until the order to dismount comes - if Soma looks around, a lot of the other dragons are doing the same. [Most of us know how to cool down from a flight pretty well already. You're the one who might have to worry about being sore.]

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