02-29-2016, 09:21 AM
Plan...plan...Drake swore he knew that word from somewhere. Oh yeah! Floorplan, like how a house is going to be built! JK, Drake totally had a plan. It was a habit that had helped keep him alive for so long back in his native environment. He was kind of like Batman in that regard, but more drugged up and better dressed.
One of those was a lie.
Aaanyway, plan.
Drake tapped away on his phone for a minute or two before tucking it away and grinning up at the Goron.
"Oh, you know, I just laid a bit of bait for the uh..." Drake trailed off, gesturing at the rest of the caravan as it lurched along on its massive lizard monsters. "...bait. The dragon riders will show up eventually, we just have to be ready for when they do."
"Ready how?" the lead Goron asked in his gruff voice. Drake shrugged.
"I dunno, get your punching hands ready. I'm sure you'll figure it out." the smuggler said with a fake chuckle, patting the Goron on his beefy arm. God, what a shit show. But, at least the only thing to do now would be to wait for the dragon bandits to shown their ugly faces...
...
...and show them they did...almost a day and a half later. By this point, Zack was clearly going out of his mind with boredom, so much so that Drake had counted him doing nearly a thousand squats. Was that what it took to be able to jump seven stories on one leap? If that was the case, then no thank you. Drake wouldn't be surprised if the SOLDIER hadn't chafed his nuts off.
Anyway, at some point, the rear caravan watchman hollered, saying that there was new movement in the clouds. Drake wheeled around to spot about a dozen dragons wheeling in and around the ash clouds to their six o'clock high. Slightly more than Drake had been expecting, but he guessed that was why it had taken so long for then to show up. Mustering that many raiders must have-
Drake paused mid thought as another call came from the front of the Caravan, over one hundred feet away. More dragons were coming in, about twice as many as had been spotted to the rear. Okay, so now this was starting to get worrying. As the smuggler squinted at the incoming flock, however, there was something else. Something massive behind an ash cloud the bandits were all riding through. Then it emerged, streamers of umber ash trailing from its massive wings. Its double jawed head roared triumphantly as pumped its immense wings through the choking air. Atop the ridge of its head, which in and of itself was like a fortified wall of battlements, there rode a single man on not a saddle, but a throne. A throne made of skulls and scrap metal. The sound was unbelievable, and Drake didn't even have the breath to crack a joke.
He was suddenly aware that everyone was staring at him. Well. If ever there was a time to keep a stiff upper lip...
"I MAY have miscalculated this." Drake shouted, drawing his dinky little plasma squirt gun.
One of those was a lie.
Aaanyway, plan.
Drake tapped away on his phone for a minute or two before tucking it away and grinning up at the Goron.
"Oh, you know, I just laid a bit of bait for the uh..." Drake trailed off, gesturing at the rest of the caravan as it lurched along on its massive lizard monsters. "...bait. The dragon riders will show up eventually, we just have to be ready for when they do."
"Ready how?" the lead Goron asked in his gruff voice. Drake shrugged.
"I dunno, get your punching hands ready. I'm sure you'll figure it out." the smuggler said with a fake chuckle, patting the Goron on his beefy arm. God, what a shit show. But, at least the only thing to do now would be to wait for the dragon bandits to shown their ugly faces...
...
...and show them they did...almost a day and a half later. By this point, Zack was clearly going out of his mind with boredom, so much so that Drake had counted him doing nearly a thousand squats. Was that what it took to be able to jump seven stories on one leap? If that was the case, then no thank you. Drake wouldn't be surprised if the SOLDIER hadn't chafed his nuts off.
Anyway, at some point, the rear caravan watchman hollered, saying that there was new movement in the clouds. Drake wheeled around to spot about a dozen dragons wheeling in and around the ash clouds to their six o'clock high. Slightly more than Drake had been expecting, but he guessed that was why it had taken so long for then to show up. Mustering that many raiders must have-
Drake paused mid thought as another call came from the front of the Caravan, over one hundred feet away. More dragons were coming in, about twice as many as had been spotted to the rear. Okay, so now this was starting to get worrying. As the smuggler squinted at the incoming flock, however, there was something else. Something massive behind an ash cloud the bandits were all riding through. Then it emerged, streamers of umber ash trailing from its massive wings. Its double jawed head roared triumphantly as pumped its immense wings through the choking air. Atop the ridge of its head, which in and of itself was like a fortified wall of battlements, there rode a single man on not a saddle, but a throne. A throne made of skulls and scrap metal. The sound was unbelievable, and Drake didn't even have the breath to crack a joke.
He was suddenly aware that everyone was staring at him. Well. If ever there was a time to keep a stiff upper lip...
"I MAY have miscalculated this." Drake shouted, drawing his dinky little plasma squirt gun.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued