Okay guys, sorry for the double upload. I meant to put Ch. 58 up before the election but things got kinda hectic around the house so I was forced to push everything back a little bit. Anyway, whew! I am GLAD all this election stiff is over. I don't mind it personally but sometimes things just get WAY out of hand.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OR ANYONE IN THE SPYRO UNIVERSE. ONLY MY OCS.
Chapter 59: Resistance: The Flying Eye
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The aircraft handled like nothing Lieutenant Villis had ever piloted before. It could hover in place, turn on a dime, and wasn't so fast that he constantly overflew his target but not too slow that he was a sitting duck in the event the targets he was chasing decided to return fire. It could also pivot in place, slide from side to side, and with a flick of the control stick, he could tilt backwards and make a swift retreat of tilt forward and make a rapid attack pass.
The Vertical Air Craft (Experimental) (VAC-X), or 'Chopper' for short, was one of the latest devices shipped to the OAC for use in occupied areas. The Chopper he was currently flying was number X-0012, one of fifteen sent to Launces by Mechanos' order to assist the forces in patrolling the city and stamping out the Resistance cells. The other fourteen Choppers were either on the ground being assembled, fueled, or in the air patrolling other sectors of the city.
If there was a downside to the aircraft, it was that the constant 'whomph, whomph, whomph, whomph' that the rotors made as they chopped the air was actually loud enough that people on the ground were looking up and gasping in amazement at the sight of the machine. Another was that, to his pilot's mind, bright orange was definately NOT the color of an aircraft meant for observation and scouting purposes.
Apparently in the rush to get the machines into production, the primers and paints had been mixed up the wrong way and as a result instead of the muted red and grey that it was supposed to have been, most of the aircraft was painted 'construction orange' with only the engine and the frame being painted grey.
At least he wasn't alone. A young officer with the intelligence division, Lieutenant Carmine, was currently 'riding shotgun' as the saying was. Normally, the side seat was to be used by a soldier who would, in the event of an attack, use the MP32 submachinegun holstered to the side. The other weapon for the aircraft, an MG29 'Matchstick' light machinegun, had been removed to be replaced with a camera that took photos everytime the pilot squeezed the trigger attached to the flight control stick.
In short, they were currently unarmed, flying a lightly armored aircraft, observing a group of suspected Partisans hopeing to find out where they were based at. To make matters worse, it they indeed were Partisans, there was a stong chance that, if they were discovered, rather than waste valuable ammunition in wasted effort, they would likely deploy either the light dragon or the earth dragoness to deal with them.
He didn't like either choice.
He felt Carmine tap him on the shoulder and point to the street and he then moved the aircraft into position over the next street, keying the radio as he went,
"This is Unit Twelve, target group has moved from Eighth Street to Linehold Avenue, heading north. Command, requesting reinforcements in the event of an attack. Aircraft is making enough noise that they know we're up here." The reply was instant.
"Negative Unit Twelve. No OAC forces are to reveal themselves until we have a confirmed hit on the Partisan's HQ. As for being seen, I don't give a damn if you're blowing trumpets, flashing lights, and the whole city can see you. You are to follow your orders and recon the area and observe anything suspicious." Sighing, Villis cut the radio back off and then looked at Carmine.
"So Lieutenant, correct me if I'm wrong but you are the General's nephew?" Carmine glanced at him and nodded.
"Yeah. But to be honest, I was closer to my Mother than to him." Villis nodded.
"Oh yes, sorry. I forgot she died recently. An accident, I believe it was?" Carmine scowled.
"Nothing 'accidental' about it..." Villis was about to ask him what he meant when he caught a flash of red off to the left. He glanced and paled.
"Oh no... The... The Partisans have another dragon?!" Carmine looked left and went whiter than Villis.
The dragon was coming straight at them, ready to attack. Villis gripped the control stick harder.
"Lieutenant, brace for evasive maneuvers!"
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Solfeyr went from rapid flight to level glide as the machine came into view. At the way those rotors were spinning, it would have been foolish to close to melee range. Each rotor was basically rotating swords that spun at very high rates of speed. If he was going to destroy it, he needed to do it at a distance. As he closed though, he glanced downward and growled in annoyance.
The streets were cluttered with civilian vehicles and pedestrians who were staring up at the machine and gawking at it. His drago sight picked out ten or so people trying to weave around in the crowd to evade the aircraft but were not having any luck.
(Must be the humans the aircraft is shadowing. I'm going to have to knock out that aircraft before they reach them.)
As he shifted to come at the Chopper from another angle, a siren went off and a flak burst exploded almost right in front of him, startling him. He gazed down and saw an anti-air cannon on a hastily constructed platform that was stationed on top of the nearby apartment complex. He growled at the enemy's tactics and then decided to eliminate the direct threat before angling back.
As he closed with the AA platform, the soldiers struggling to reload the cannon panicked and leapt from the platform as he launched a fireball at the cannon. The flames splashed upon the metal framing. The ammunition near the flames caught and exploded and blasted the flames outwards and onto the roof of the five story building. A dragon's fire element burned a lot fiercer and quicker than any regular fire. In a matter of moments, a small two foot square burning spot spread, consuming the entire roof, creating a thick pillar of black smoke that rose against the clear sky.
Solfeyr was seeing red. No sooner had he silenced one AA gun than another fired a burst at him. And another. And another. The Chopper was getting away, fire alarms from the building were going off, and now four more AA cannons were training upon him. As he tried to dodge more bursts of flak, a burst of light shot by and struck an AA platform. Turning, Solfeyr saw Caldor, wounds bandaged, winging his way towards him, muzzle twisted in a grimace of both exasperation and anger.
"Solfeyr! I thought you had said you were in better control of your fire than this!" Solfeyr growled before launching a fireball at another AA gun.
"I AM in control! I was trying to get that aircraft but these damn guns keep distracting me!" Caldor growled.
"Right now, get control of these fires you've started! I'll take care of the Rotarian aircraft." This made Solfeyr growl louder.
"Do not presume to order ME about, lizard." Caldor's temper flared but, remembering Zafra's and George's words, checked himself and angled about, leaving Solfeyr fuming. He turned and started after the Chopper which by now was still following Hazzard's group but was doing so at a greater distance.
As he neared the aircraft, a flak gun fired, trying to keep him away from the chopper. He evaded the flak burst, fire a blast at the offending cannon, and then aimed for the helicopter.
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Villis was almost on the verge of panic. He had been relieved when the fire dragon broke away to deal with the building it had inadvertantly set on fire but this hope dropped as he saw the light dragon now coming towards the chopper. He zigged and zagged trying to keep out of the dragon's fire line. Beside him, Carmine was cool as could be yet kept gazing about, likely for one of the Occupation forces' 'No Fly Zones', an area so covered with AAA that anything hostile that flew into it would have so many cannons and machineguns firing at it would not be able to escape or destroy them all.
Glancing behind him, he saw the dragon open his maw and fire a burst which arced towards them. He jerked the control stick to the left suddenly and Carmine fell over, the left side of his coat opened, showing the inside pocket. Villis caught a glance of something blue in the pocket and when he leveled out, he frowned and reached to unfasten his service pistol.
Carmine looked to him with a smile.
"Going to try and take pot shots at a dragon?" Villis' frown deepened and he drew the pistol and pointed it at Carmine.
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A gunshot from the helicopter startled Caldor as he prepared another burst. The aircraft dipped suddenly and smoke started pouring from the engine. It seemed to level out but it was dropping rapidly. At first he though maybe he had hit it but then he saw movement and his curiousity got the better of him as he closed in for a better look. What he saw amazed him.
The two Rotarian officers were fighting in the cockpit over a pistol, the pilot was clearly at the disadvantage having to wrestle his passenger and keep the aircraft in the air at the same time, all the while the chopper dipped lower and lower. As he watched, the passenger managed to wrestle the sidearm out of the hand of the pilot and fired, striking the man in the stomach. As the pilot slowly slumped over, the passenger looked at Caldor, a look of both panic, yet relief in his eyes.
Then, much to Caldor's surprise, the passenger kicked the dead man out of the cockpit, gripped the control stick in both hands and tried to guide the wounded aircraft down onto the flat roof of a nearby residential high-rise. The aircraft set down hard, the landing gear buckling as it came down. The tail section suddenly snapped free and went flying across the roof, the unstabilized cockpit spun once, twice, the rotor struck a structure and splintered, sending shrapnel across the roof.
When the aircraft was finally still, the officer climbed out of the wreckage, none the worse for wear and, noticing where he was and that he was effectively out of sight of the Rotarian anti-air, started waving wildly to him. Caldor then glanced back and saw that Solfeyr was finished putting out the fires he'd started and was now flying at the high rise with murder in his eyes. Even though the aircraft was destroyed and the pilot dead, this man was a passenger in the aircraft and Solfeyr was incoming to end him.
Caldor landed roughly on the high rise and glanced at the man but eyed the sidearm warily. The soldier, noticing this, nodded and dropped the pistol and kicked it away, far out of his reach and raised his hands in surrender. Before he could say anything though, Solfeyr came barreling in, knocking the soldier over and pinning him to the roof with a forefoot, intent on killing the man as one would kill a rat. As Solfeyr prepared to roast the man alive, the man looked to Caldor, panicked.
"For the love of God get him to stand down! I'm not an enemy!" Caldor raised an eye ridge and glanced at Solfeyr who, needless to say, was unconvinced. The man groaned as Solfeyr pressed down on his ribcage.
"Keep talking wretch. You know? You Rotarians kept me chained like an animal at the airport, trying to starve me. Other dragons tend to frown upon eating humans but in the event of war I see no difference between an enemy and prey."
THAT got Caldor's attention and he looked sick but tamped down his emotions and squared his shoulders.
"That's enough Solfeyr. Stand down. If you are trying to scare the man you've succeeded. If you are not joking then you will have to face ME." Solfeyr snorted.
"What are you going to do? You have no authority over me. I am noble, you are a commoner... no... I would at least listen to a commoner. You are nothing. A wyrm that should have been executed with your traitor father but was protected by His Lordship's good graces. If you want to leave this roof with no scorch marks on your hide, leave now." Solfeyr turned back to the human, his jaws parting. Caldor looked and actually saw his fangs and tongue glistening with saliva and something else. A strong coppery scent reached his nostrils and he gaped in horror.
"Solfeyr... tell me you didn't..." Solfeyr snapped his jaws shut and glared at Caldor.
"Didn't what? Savor my revenge upon the humans who were shooting at me? Sorry, I guess I should have told you that the crews of those guns were only the first. This one here... he's dessert."
The man was wide-eyed in panic. Caldor fought the urge to retch as he grasped the concept that a dragon, a Syllian dragon, would attack and devour humans willingly, gleefully. He then scowled and readied his light element.
"He may be Rotarian, but he has surrendered. I won't ask you again Solfeyr. Stand. Down." Solfeyr groaned in exhasperation.
"You really are his son... You both really piss me OFF!" Solfeyr removed his claw and lunged at Caldor, blood-stained jaws agape, ready to bite into his neck and rip his throat out. Caldor suddenly realized what had happened. Solfeyr had gone mad in captivity.
He leapt back just in time as Solfeyr landed where Caldor had been moments before. However, he executed a second leap that brough him within clawing distance of Caldor and his claws cut along Caldor's breastbone, making him wince in pain as his former ally now drew blood. Caldor was better trained to hesitate however and returned the attack with a tail whip to the side of Solfeyr's head and then, flipping around, used both his hind legs to mule kick Solfeyr in the chest, sending him backwards where he landed on his back. As he lay there panting, Solfeyr gave a hoarse laugh.
"So, the traitor tries to be a hero. I guess you actually have some backbone after all! I can see why Lady Zafra seems to like you. It's sad really, the two of you might actually have some feelings for each other but the sad part is that it can never be allowed. To let you mate with Zafra de Launces is akin to forgiving Silverus for what he did. You know it, don't you, deep inside your soul... You know that Magothera de Launces will never forgive your Father for what he did and she would NEVER consent to you mating with her daughter!" Caldor dove forward, grabbed Solfeyr and flung him into the small structure that housed the stairs.
It hurt him but it didn't shut him up.
"Hah! She'd probably kill you herself if you tried! Hell, even the 'merciful' King James de Launces would see you lead to the guillotine for trying, for even entertaining, the idea that you could amount to anything or deserve a chance to ask his granddaughter to be your mate!" Though Caldor didn't show it, that remark cut him deep, his own self-doubt resurfacing again, repeating what Solfeyr had just said.
"You don't deserve happiness! All you deserve, at best, is a funeral pyre and for your ashes to be scattered and forgotten for all eternity! I won't be so kind as to scatter your ashes, but I'll give you a pyre worthy of a martyr!" Solfeyr fired a blast of fire upwards at Caldor who managed to evade it and return fire with a burst of light.
Whereas Solfeyr's attack had missed, Caldor's hit the mark. Plus, weakened as he had been from both his confinement, starting and putting out the fires, Solfeyr's attack had been lacking. The burst from Caldor stunned him long enough for Caldor to close with him and use a technique called the 'Flashbang' to stun Solfeyr so that Caldor could then proceed to knock him out cold. When he stepped back from Solfeyr. He saw the human again had the sidearm but was aiming at Solfeyr. The human looked to Caldor with anger in his eyes.
"Is he dead?" Caldor shook his head.
"Out cold. I'll take him back to the Partisans where he'll be judged for what he's done. In Syllia, it is a crime paramount to treason to hunt and eat humans or cannibalize dragons. Now then, drop your weapon and explain what you meant that you 'weren't our enemy'." The man tossed the sidearm away and glanced to Caldor.
"It would be best if you take me to your leader. I will explain everything then."
Caldor eyed the man warily but relented and allowed him to climb onto his back as he grabbed the unconcious Solfeyr and took off, heading for the entrance to the Underground.
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Solfeyr was awake, snorting fire, and pulling at the chains that now held him as George, Zafra, Caldor, and others looked on. The Dragoons who had been glad to hear that another dragon was with the Partisans now gazed at him with colder glares than what they had given Caldor. As far as they were concerned, Solfeyr was no longer a Syllian dragon. He was a monster, a murderer. It would have been acceptable if he had simply destroyed the anti-air guns but actually hunting down, killing, and devouring the gun crews was unacceptable.
Caldor's injuries were bandaged up with great haste and care from the Dragoons once they understood why Caldor was bringing Solfeyr back and all but roaring for them to lock him in chains before he came to. They reasoned that if Solfeyr was mad enough to murder Rotarian soldiers, what would stop him from going after the Partisans or worse taking off in the dead of night to hunt for civilian 'prey'.
As Caldor turned and wearily went to return to his den to get some much needed rest and recharge his mana, he felt Zafra brush against him. Turning to look at her, he saw an inner light behind her eyes that showed concern for his injuries as well as admiration for what he had done. He gave a wane smile as he went to the den but he still felt wounds Solfeyr had ripped into him throb as those dark thoughts surfaced again.
George meanwhile, now with Zafra and the other Partisans looked to the Rotarian officer Caldor had 'captured' who stood at attention before them. As George looked on a Partisan patted him down, checking for weapons or recording devices and finding none, nodded to George who then spoke.
"So... Lieutenant Mason Carmine... you're with Rotarian Intelligence... assigned to the Occupation... but for what purpose may I ask? Surely you weren't intending to defect, not in the middle of occupied territory." Carmine chuckled and shook his head.
"Your intel seems to be antiquated sir. You believe that Launces is still deep behind enemy lines when the truth is that you are now merely fourty miles from the front and drawing closer daily." George and the others went wide-eyed in shock as Carmine continued.
"Thanks to the efforts of Captain Joshua de Launces as well as Major Dieter Muntz, Rotiart is effectively divided. If you'll permit me?" Carmine reached into his coat and produced a small piece of paper, no larger than a poker card. The card's upper half was deep blue like the night sky with a silver four-pointed star with an ornate black 'R' over it. The lower half was divided into three horizontal stripes: gold, white, silver. Carmine smiled as he saw their confusion.
"Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am First Lieutenant Mason Carmine of Her Majesty Princess Ayura's Rotarian Royal Army. I am with the Rotarian Underground, a force dedicated to overthrowing Mechanos and seeing Princess Ayura restored to the Rotarian throne. My uncle, General Commander Terance Lichter, commander of the Occupation, is also among our ranks but has been forced to keep his true purpose secret until the Syllian forces are close enough to retake Launces. However, our time table has become a little... off, thereby forcing me to seek you out sooner than I had originally been ordered to." George looked to him curiously.
"What do you mean by 'off'?" Carmine sighed.
"The commander of the OAC, Captain Alonzo Terref, has recieved orders that, should Launces be in danger of being retaken, to detonate the failsafe, a nuclear bomb that arrived with the latest supply shipment and thus destroy both the city of Launces, its people, and the encroaching Syllian army. As this cannot be allowed to happen, I and the soldiers in the Occupation loyal to the Princess, have been forced to speed up our timetables. Instead of waiting for the Syllian Army to retake Launces by the end of the month, WE must retake Launces by the end of the week." George looked to him curiously.
"If what you say is true, how do we know you're telling the truth?" Carmine produced a piece of paper from his coat pocket and held it out to George.
"Because, Your Highness, I have a letter from your Father that I am to present to you once I make contact. It was transmitted to me while I was still on the front. My former commander and my entire old unit are among those who, once they learned of Princess Ayura's existance, defected. The time for secrecy and subterfuge is over. The time for action is at hand."
The Partisans who didn't know George's identity gasped aloud and many Dragoons, out of pure training, snapped to attention. Even the representatives from the other Resistance cells who George had been meeting with suddenly rose and gaped at him. George, purturbed but now calm, unfolded the letter, and after reading the first few lines, smiled and began to read aloud.
"My son, it has finally happened. The information aquired from Lieutenant Voss was in fact true. By the time you recieve this letter, we will have now secured the safety of Ayura, the silver griffon and heir-apparent to the long-dismantled Rotarian silver throne. As we are now, the defence of the Siegfried-Marginot Line succeeded with aid from your younger brother's wing and the Rotarian forces, or at least those that have not surrendered or outright defected, are in full retreat." The Partisans let out a ragged cheer at that and everyone was grinning. George spared a moment to let them celebrate before continueing.
"We have regained much of the ground that was lost in the invasion and forces from Peninsula City have pushed the enemy back and are now in the process of moving west to liberate Schildhaven while our forces in Tellanos are divided between aiding the Tellanians and pushing east to link up with our Peninsula City forces as well as the Schildhaven Army. With any luck, by the end of the month, Syllian flags will once again fly from Launces. I look forward to seeing you soon." Then he unfolded the bottom part and then went wide-eyed and looked at Zafra.
"P.S. Make sure to tell Zafra that we have long learned of Caldor's involvement and how he has protected her and fought for the Resistance time and again. It is my greatest wish that she and Caldor, should they be getting along as well as the reports seem to suggest, be together when we arrive for we have discovered something absolutely incredible about him. I cannot say over the letter as the news may distract Caldor from the task at hand. But needless to say, neither Lysa or myself, nor Thera or Ignitus, find him objectionable if she decided to pursue him as a mate."
Zafra looked as if she were to blush but then squealed in delight and took off towards the den she shared with Caldor, leaving George to turn and speak to the Partisans.
"In case you all are wondering. Yes, my name is indeed George de Launces. The reason I kept this hidden was so that were I to be captured or killed, it would not dishearten the Resistance. Now, with the new mission of liberating Launces at hand, I can now announce myself to you all and also to the city itself, but not until we have secured the city and forced... uh... Mechanos' loyalists out of OUR city!" The people cheered and shouted and many actually wept. George turned to Carmine.
"Lieutenant, I have to ask, of those in the Occupation, how many are loyal to your cause?" Carmine smiled.
"Sir, I am pleased to inform you that roughly four-hundred Occupation soldiers are loyal to the Princess. When the Partisans are ready to move, just let me know and I'll send the word out that your actions are to be ignored, and if possible, aided." Carmine presented another card and handed it to George.
"All Royalist soldiers will be carrying a card such as the one I have here. I passed out the cards upon my arrival here. To identify yourselves, simply ask the Rotarian soldiers if they've seen a silver star in the night sky. That will be their que to... leave their posts temporarily and allow you to carry out your objectives unhindered." He put away the card and then looked to the Partisans.
"At the moment, my Uncle is trying to coerce the location of the bomb from Captain Terref. Once he has it, he will alert me and that will the the que for the Royalist soldiers to show their colors and help you retake the city. The promise of the silver griffons is to restore our nation through means other than war. She gives us hope for a better future and that is what the Rotarians are fighting for. We no doubt will have to pay reparations especially for what we did to Praetoria and Tellanos but for the sake of restoring hope to our people it is a price we shall pay gladly." George nodded to him and turned away just as someone cleared their throat and lifted their voice.
"Oh Syllia, Our Home and Land, the Great Shield of the West! The Crown and Cross fly everywhere, from East to West always!" More people took voice.
"Whene'r our Might is challenged, or our Allies held at Sword, We ride out with a mighty cry that resounds throughout the hills!" Now even more started singing.
"Raise the Shield! Raise the Sword! To the field we march at dawn! Show our foes! Show them all! That our Might shall never fail! In the name of God and for our King, we shall never yield and never cease. Raise sword and shield against the foe. Raise the Both for God and King!"
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As the Partisans were singing, Zafra crept into the den where Caldor was resting. She could see him from the dim outline of his body as his scales gave off that familiar soothing light. He was slightly to one side, his right wind unfirled across the floor, his tail twitching occasionally. She gazed at the line that had been marked through the floor dividing the den into his and hers. She thought back to that day in the canal under the mill when she had first done this and thought back to all that had happened since then.
A sudden warmth suffused her body, making her blush. She gazed at Caldor and noticed for the first time how toned and defined his body was. The scars that cut across his body defined his appearance, she winced inwardly at the abuse he must have suffered in his youth and took a deep breath. She then realized what she had been feeling all this time. She had fallen for Caldor. Smiling at the thought of her parents and grandparents blessings, she crossed the line in the floor and snuggled up under Caldor's unfurled wing, leaned against his underbelly and twined her tail around his, breathing his scent in heavily, smiling as she became accustomed to it.
She glanced at Caldor and saw his twitch a bit and gently licked his neck.
"No matter what anyone else thinks or says about you, remember and know that to me, YOU are more dragon than any other. It is you who caught my eye and captured my heart. Never doubt Caldor that YOU are the dragon I have fallen in love with." She sighed gazed back to make sure they weren't being observed and then leaned in closer.
"You said once what dragoness would consent to bear your children, to call herself your mate. Know that I would call it a great pleasure to call myself your mate and an even greater joy to start a family with you. When this is all over and Launces is free, I... I want you to be my mate and everyone else's opinions be damned."
Much to Zafra's shock, Caldor's eyes opened, tears restrained by his eyelids now pouring freely as he wept. The tears caught the light from Caldor's scales and made his eyes shimmer like stars that seemingly radiated pure joy. Zafra recovered herself and smiled at him as his jaw quivered as he tried to speak.
"Zafra... do... so you truly mean...?"
She silenced him by letting her instincts take over and giving him a long, drawn-out kiss as she snuggled even closer, her body rubbing so close to his that not even dust could find a gap and the lines between them seemed to blur. Her tongue wrapped around his and his around hers as they kissed long and deep, words losing meaning between them. The heat that suffused her body intensified as she did so. It was with great reluctance that she and Caldor broke the kiss, both of them panting as they did so.
"Z-Zafra... not... yet... I-I want you, I want to be your mate as well but... I... I can't yet... not with this war still raging... it wouldn't be fair... to you or our children... I... I want my children to hatch in a world that knows peace... I don't want them to see the horrors that I've been forced to bear witness to..." Zafra was breathless and disappointed that they had stopped but inside she knew he told the truth and she nodded slowly.
"R-Right... You're right... Sorry..." Caldor shook his head, a sincere smile creasing his muzzle. Ancestors she forgot how handsome he was when he smiled she felt the urge to kiss him again.
"Not at all... You... You've made me the happiest dragon in the world today... I swear to you... no more unneccessary risks. I will now have a greater care for my own well being... By accepting me as a friend and comrade you gave me something to fight for... Now by accepting me as your mate you've given me something to live for..." Zafra chuckled.
"Well then, all I have to ask is one thing... how much sick leave do you have saved up with the Dracocorps?" Caldor paused for a moment before looking to her curiously.
"About ten months worth... not much reason to take leave when no one wants to see me plus, not really the type to get sick in the first place... why?" Zafra smiled deviously.
"First, once this is over, you'd better request to use it because for the first month of your leave I'm not letting you out of my sight and afterwards, you're going to be needed to stay with me while I'm in a... 'delicate' condition..." Caldor blushed deeply at what she was implying. Seeing him like that, Zafra couldn't resist and deeply kissed him again, tails twining together all the tighter. As they did so, the two lovers were unaware that just outside, George watched with a smile and walked away as the Partisans continued singing.
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Alright! Three cheers for Caldor and Zafra! And three cheers for the Partisans! The Liberation of Launces is near! And three cheers that, for 2016, elections are OVER! No more headaches until March or April! It's going to be all hands on deck for the next few chapters, are you guys on the edge of your seat? If not, then the next few chapters will put you on the edge.
Next Chapter: Resistance: United