So I watched HTTYD 2 yesterday. Good movie, amazingly epic. Watched the first one, must say that it was an improvement. I was planning this fanfic for a long time now, I just needed to watch the movie so that I can connect it somehow.

That, and I supposed I need to finish my Frozen fanfic before starting a new project. EEK...

This story is based on a little plot I have about an organization, courtesy of my imagination. I just connects bits and pieces to the this plot. I hope you enjoy this one. Happy reading...~

D-Links Communication log #5

Legion-Sentinel, Sector Chief Andrae Zalakova
Sector: XMZ-4657, "World of the Dragon"

[IMPORTANT NOTICE][FIRST PRIORITY]

\\IN\\Request immediate support. Possible Code 505. Need reinforcement for containment procedure. Lacking information, will update soon. Keep the line open. We will do what we can from here.\\OUT\\

Legion-Hunter, Stuka
Journal entry #452

Silence. That was the first thing I notice after I opened my eyes. It was dark, but I can tell from the rocky surfaces of the ground and wall that I'm in a cave. As my senses began to dawn on me, I heard a faint sound from the path ahead. I recognized that sound, a sound of waves hitting the shores.

I've made it to where I'm supposed to be. My left hand feels a bit heavy. Looks like I still have my belongings with me, all stored up in one bag, dangling on my grasp. I lift it up, and shoulder it to make it easier for me to carry it. My head turn left and right, taking a quick glance at my surrounding. There's nothing else in this cave.

It was the first time I was there, and the first thing I remember was the darkness and breeze flowing through the crack and opening in the wall brought a little bit of peace to me. Something I find very rare lately. I also remember taking a sniff, it was definitely the smell of seawater. I'm now somewhere near the ocean. A little part of me wanted to stay and enjoy the moment for a minute longer. But, I remind myself, I have a job to do.

With that in mind I took my first step, headed towards where the cold ocean air making its way through the moth of the cave. I have no problem seeing in the dark, thus it was child's play making my way out. It was a short walk before I can feel the open air. It was night time, and the stars were in their billions filling up the dark sky.

It took a while for me to admire the beauty within the dark sky, but then I move on. As I take off my eyes, a sign greeted me before I could take another step. For most people reading in the dark woud be a major problem. I on the contrary, have no such problem.

Something was written on it. The first line reads.

"BEWARE OF DRAGONS"

The other line was written in language unfamiliar to me.

Next to the writings was a cartoon-ish drawing of a friendly dragon head, with sparrow-like beak and spikes surrounding its head.

'This has got to be an idea of a joke in this sector', that was my first initial thought when I see that read that sign. At that point, a voice called me over.

"Oi!"

I glanced, only to find a man holding a torch wearing a thick fur clothing with a certain familiar black sword dangling on his belt, standing in the tiny edge of rocks. I didn't know him, but I immediately assume that he was to be the one who pick me up once I got to that cave. Moreover, he has a ship anchored not far from where he stood, pummeled by the waves

Casually, I walked up to him, and as I do, his facial feature became more and more apparent to me. The most distinguished feature about him was his long ginger hair, on which he tied into a ponytail. I don't think I'll ever forget that hair style. He raises his right hand, ready to shake me by the hand.

"Hi, I'm Andrae." He said it with a bit of an accent.

I recognize that name. I was briefed before my arrival. Andrae Zalakova, the current sector chief of sector coded "4657". I'm playing in his turf now, and I'll be answering to him until the day that this is all over.

"Welcome to 4657, you must be Stuka." He follows.
I grabbed his hand and shook it. Myself, then said. "Nice to meet you."
"Well then, it's this way." He said, before breaking our hand shake.

On the way, we had to jump a few rocks to get to the docking area. There's no clear path, I suppose they wouldn't bother building a path in this small rock in the middle of the sea. A few quick jump and we're there.

The boat waiting for us wasn't just any boat. It's a long single sail boat, with shields and rows on the side. From what my knowledge can tell me, it was a viking longboat, easily recognize by the carving representing a dragon's head in the front of the vessel.

The next thing I notice is the crew, they were big and a bit chubby almost. They had fur clothing covering most of their bodies, but they wouldn't bother covering their muscle-filled arms. Under their fir clothing was a recognizable shine from an armor. Some of them had helmet on top of their heads with a pair of horns attached to it.

"Who are these people?" I asked, as I wasn't aware that there would be anyone else.
"They're 'strangers'." He said.
"Mercenaries?"
"Better, Vikings."
"Vikings, eh?" I took a glance at one of them. "How much money you spent for them?"
"None, Vikings here couldn't be bought my friend. These people owes me, and we have come to some sort of arrangement."

Andrae proceeds with giving them orders. We were heading against the current, so the row was used. Even so, we are advancing at poor speed. All lights were off, the splash from the waves hitting the boat extinguish the torch lighting the ship. Darkness engulf once more, this time accompanied by the uncomfortable ride and slow progress.

It was cold, and we are all wet. I can't remember the last time I had any sleep. Andrae has his own problem. It was a stressful night for all of us.

A few hours must've passed. The current changed, and we no longer have to move against it, greatly improving the quality of the ride.

It was still dark, must've been anywhere passed midnight. I can see what they're doing, these vikings. They're still sitting at their rowing station, didn't move. I guess it's because it was pitch black, they cannot see a thing. That's when, a single source of light from Andrae's lighter burst into existence.

"Everyone, anything you heard or overheard from us is none of your concern. Please, forget it once you return to your homes."

They all seems to nod in exhaustion.

Andrae walk to my side of the boat and sat next to me, still with the lighter shining its bright fire.

"I understand that this is your first time here, and as the sector chief I'd like to welcome you."
"Thanks, if it's really necessary." I answered in return.
"You sir are going to love this world, if not under such circumstances. You have been brief before this, yes?"
"Yes, I have."
"Good, then I don't have to tell you that we have an emergency on our hand."
"Code 505, the RAGE outbreak."
"Yes and no. Unlike previous cases, the victims aren't just any living things."
"It spreads even further?"
"No, dragons. Correction, exclusively dragons."
"It infects dragons?"
"So far, there's 5 cases on which 20 dragons were killed... or had to be put down. They all showed an extensive increase in aggression. They will attack any human or dragon in sight. That wasn't the interesting part..."

I maintain eye contact as I wait for him to proceed.

"It didn't jump to a human." He said.

I was slightly interested to where this is going. This is certainly new to me. I asked if he is certain of his findings. He answered me with a story.

"A few days back, one of them tried to escape the temporary quarantine zone we set up. Out of the 2 of the men there to stop them, one of them is killed and the other had their legs bitten-off. That second men, right now, is still alive and missing a leg."
"He didn't turn."
"Yes, he didn't. If this had been the red sector he would've turn within seconds."
"So it's different." I draw a conclusion.
"Well, no. We're not sure yet."
"Are there other who came in before me?"
"A little of 150 men from the white division and 2 member of the Legion Order, no wait, it's 3 member of the Legion Order, Legion-Support Division. Almost forget that bloody blonde-hazelnut. They set up a camp and a temporary quarantine zone, although we still have a massive gap we need to seal. That's where you come in, Legion-Hunter." He said with a smirk painted across his face.

It was always tiring to hear a call for work. I knew I had to postpone my vacation again. What I am now, and what I do, it's almost impossible to keep a sane living mind without recording your life in some sort of medium. I have my journal, others have other means in keeping their sanity.

I know, my introduction is a bit late. I have a very long complicated name, but everybody prefer to call me by the name Stuka. That name started to dawn on me in a way. I am a member of a long standing underground organization, The Sacred order of Legionnaire, sometimes simply dub as "The Legion". We are a world-jumping maniac who pretend to protect all the worlds from hell, or stop them from turning into one.

I am not of this world, this world where the two dominant species are humans and dragons. In fact, none of us do, neither does this unknown disease. It's our job to get rid of it, as simple as it can get. Except, something went wrong on this one.

Well, I guess it's align with a little saying we have; "If something didn't go wrong, it isn't a job for the Hunter."

So? First thought?

Let me guess... doesn't make sense? Well, it was supposed to be the kind of story where you make sense of everything in the middle to end part.

Well, leave a review and do your thing. I have the second chapter ready, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Legion out, Taraa...~