A/N: Hello and thank you to everyone who has taken the time to take a gander at my fanfic. You may notice however that I'm using a dragon species from a film not connected to 'Temeriare', the reason this isn't a crossover is because I'm only using a small aspect from 'HTTYD' and not story lines or characters. But if you go crazy I will change it to a crossover. The fic is based just after Lawrence has been sent down to the Dover after training in the first book.
'Dragon speech'
'Dragon thought'
'Foreign language'
I do not own the work on which this is based except for original characters
Fury's own Rifles
Chapter 1
Lieutenant Andrew Walker of the 95th Rifles-Special Operations Detachment surveyed the French hatchery through his travel telescope. His platoon had been assigned to capture three dragon eggs from the hatchery, which was situated 50 miles outside of Paris. The hatchery was extremely small, from what British spies where able to gather it was only meant to store the country's most valuable eggs. The French had built it in the ruins of an old castle, which itself was in the middle of land belonging to Napoleon himself. Lt Walker had recorded every little detail of hatchery, from its lacks security, to it monthly delivery of food for it soldiers and staff. He crawled back down the bank the way he had come, His men were scattered about him ever sleeping or keeping watch. He was young for a 1st lieutenant; his father had bought him his commission two years previously at the age of 15. His father had tried to get him into the army sooner but his mother wasn't having any of it, this at least gave Andrew a year to decide on which regiment he wanted to join. He decided on the newly formed 95th Rifles who were armed with the Baker rifle, just like Aerial Corp. So when he was 15 he was shipped off to do his training. Once this was complete he entered the 95th and after a leading a detachment behind enemy lines to interfere with the enemies supply lines he was promoted and transferred to the 95th Rifles - Special Operations Detachment or as they them selves referred to it as, 'The S.O.D'. He signalled his men to gather around him as he set out a basic model of the hatchery out with some sticks and stones. His platoon consisted of 10 men all much older than himself and had come from all corners of the army before joining the 95th and then S.O.D. Amongst these was his sergeant Bill Dredger. Sgt Dredger was a lot older than the rest of the platoon being that he was in his late forties. He had served under Lt Walker's Father before the war against France in India. Dredger had helped greatly in getting the platoon to look up to Walker and Walker was greatly indebted to him for helping to win there trust.
"Right, to nights the night men. We're going to hit them where it hurts." Andrew started looking around at his men gaverd around him and the model. "We're going to attack on two fronts. Sergeant you will lead the attack on the north facing side of the Hatchery, you will hold the outer wall and make shore that no one escapes. I on the other hand will take my group and punch strait through to the main building and grab the eggs. Both groups will infiltrate and eliminate everybody, save your powder we don't know how the journey back to the coast will pan out and I don't want us to run out in the middle of a fire fight. The egg's themselves are situated in an underground vault below the main complex. There should be little resistance; in total there should be ten enemy personnel to account for. I know ten sounds's like an extremely low number for something as important as this hatchery, but all I can say is that the French have become over confident. Any questions?" His men just shook there heads "Excellent!" As he said this he kicked the model, utterly destroying it.
As night descended Lt Walker, along with his section slowly inched there way along the out lying wall of the main hatchery building which contained the eggs and the personnel's sleeping quarters. He looked back at his section, all his men where bright eyed and readying there sword bayonets. He reached the main entrance and inched the door open and slid in, his light cavalry sword ahead of him. The main hall way was empty so he continued further inside his men by his side. There were only two doors leading of the hallway, one was slightly a-jar with and the other was shut tight. He Inched his way to the open door and peered in. Beyond the door lay the dormitory, it had five beds running up each side of the room and had a wood burning stove at the end of it. With in the room was two of the remaining three hatchery staff. Both where in the uniform of the 'Old Guard', one was warming his hands on near fire, while the second lay asleep on his bed. Walker inched inside, his men following. He crossed the room his sword at the ready, he stepped across the room as if each step would summon the Devil himself. As he reached his the guardsman at the fire place his men had reached the slumbering guardsman. He hesitated from striking the man as he saw that he had been wrong in what the old soldier had been doing. The Frenchman held a letter in his hand and was overwhelmingly happy. The Frenchman suddenly said, never taking his eyes off the letter, "My Daughter, she is getting married."
Walker looked down at the man and replied in a sad tone "I'm sorry to have to bare your family with such bad news at this joyous time." The French soldier faulted at this and looked up at the voice. He was dead before his eyes met Walkers; he started to fall but was court by the Lieutenants hand. Walker slowly lowered the soldier's body to the hard stone floor; he reached up and closed the man's sightless eyes. Walker stood up wiping his sword on a nearby bed and looked upon the other Frenchman. He too was dead but looked exactly the same as when they entered. Walker looked quizzically at one of his chosen men standing beside the man's bed, the man in question just simply held out a bottle and said "Finally tried 'it' out, sir." Walker smiled grimly and gestured to them to follow him back in to the building's main hallway. They filled out in to the main hallway and headed to the other door. As Walker reached it he heard the sound of foot steps on the over side and quickly signalled to his men to hide on either side of the door way. A key scraped into the lock, the latch clicked open and a young man dashed out heading strait to the sleeping quarters opposite. The Frenchman shoved open the door his eyes bright with excitement, he froze when he saw the bodies beyond. "My God!" was all he was able to utter before a hand clamant over his mouth and a blade entered his back. The man tried to struggle but the rifleman sunk his bayonet deeper and ssshhh'ed him till he lay still. The Rifleman lowered the man to the floor and like Walker, closed the mans eyes.
Walker was walking down a dark staircase, hot moist air wafting up from below him. He held a candle ahead of him, trying to see where he was going. Two of his men followed him closely as he descended the dripping wet stair case. After a while he began to see a light at below him and soon after that he stepped in to a well lit chamber. The chamber was of large stone block construction and was filled with steam. Walker thanked God that he had had the fore thought to remove the majority of his clothing before heading down. The steam was gushing out of a grill covered hole in the centre on the room. He pasted it and headed over to the other end of the room. Through the steam he saw what he'd come to capture. On a stone shelf, resting in blankets lay three dragon eggs.
A/N: Thanks again for reading. If you could review or even tell me where the weak points were with in this chapter, I would be very grateful.