Day 18

Combiner Dragons are a subrace of Predadramons. They are a fierce (dragon-like), predatory race of ancient wyrms that were nearly wiped out in the Great Cataclysm on Dragonair. Predadramons consist of a brain, a heart-like organ core, and a body built of mechanical-organic frames. Mana flows through every part of a Predadramons' body, much like blood in a human. In addition, a Prdadramons' body is made of a type of metal called 'living metal,' as it has properties similar to organic matter, such as repairing itself.

They have beast modes (their dragon forms) and vehicle modes (draconian designs).

Its been two weeks since their started their mission.

The icy jungle was becoming increasingly unbearable, but Blast Off and Vortex Predadramons continued to advance with their objectives in mind. They were given direct orders from their leader, Onslaught, and the eagerness to hunt down the ice and wind wyvern leaders. "Damn, they are hiding well. Besides, I have blurred vision, and I can't synchronize my movements well," said Blast Off, losing patience, and he has very little...

"Come on, Blast Off, don't get discouraged, the party hasn't started yet, and you're already giving up?" answered Vortex with that question, seeking to encourage his partner in the present mission. Vortex was following Blast Off closely, but the truth was that he was having the same problems.

"It is evident that the Ice and Wind Wyverns are forming this icy blizzard to disorient you, dispel it, disappear it somehow, but advance your mission. So let the name of the Dragon's Dogma stand high." Onslaught said with impetus. "You're right, Onslaught, you'll see... it's going to get bumpy soon." Blast Off replied for a second before he began to spin dizzyingly on his own axis while firing projectiles at high speeds with no fixed target and to the rhythm of an ascending war cry. Vortex, behind Blast Off, noticed how the dizzying frenzy of air his partner created in the wake of his movement managed to clear, by several round meters, the fog blocking his field of vision.

"My, my, leaving him your selfish attitudes aside, you can work very well as a team, Blast Off... Very good, I see sophisticated installations. Could they be from the Wyverns, Onslaught?" Vortex ascended a little in his flight to have panoramic visualization of the environment. He saw no enemy activity nearby, but it looked like those facilities were the source of the visual blockade.

"They are part of their environment, but why would they be looking for a distraction instead of confronting us? It doesn't look like a Wyvern leader's move... Damn, something's wrong. Blast Off, Vortex, continue to scout the area for targets; the ice and wind leaders can't be far away." Onslaught looked worried and also thoughtful. Luckily, he was a born leader and knew how to put orders before doubts. "Swindle, Brawl, I assume there has been no contact with any of the leaders, as they have not communicated with me, am I correct?"

"You are, Onslaught, no word from me...they are running out of possible cover, lairs, high mountains, or anywhere else they could hide. I've blown it all up and nothing." Brawl reported, stunning Onslaught a bit over the transmitter. "I see... hell, Brawl, you don't have infinite ammo, in case you didn't know..."

"The hell I don't! I got vigor for days! I can shoot as much as I can... That stupid dino bitch can attest to that."

"Didn't the boss said to stop fighting with the Dino Comamado's Brawl?" Swindle said to the Earth Predadramon. Brawl just grumbled on how they can't fight them while Boss and fight Rumi and Zoesette all his wants. "And something's not right, Onslaught, you know that don't you?" asked Swindle, in a tone similar to that of his leader.

"I know, Swindle... The Wyvern leaders may be many things but cowards; they should have been aware of our presence quite some time ago, let alone with the waste of fireworks Brawl is making," replied Onslaught, falling silent for a few seconds.

"Woooh, I'm getting tired of looking for these cowards... *Vboom* another shattered hill... They're not there either." Brawl was clearing the area, but there was no sign of the leader of the Earth Wyverns.

"Boss Croc Dracul, can you hear me... Sir?" The five Predadramons can hear shouting with death threats as Dracul's voice came in.

"It must be Onslaught, Rumi, Zoesette, could two you two stop fighting for one minute? I'm trying to answer the damn call, damn it! Your both sexy and cute so get your shit together or I will make you...! Well, Onslaught, tell me, I hear you, any news?"

"Sorry to interrupt, sir, but there's no sign of the Wyvern leaders and..." at that moment, Onslaught's report is interrupted.

"Onslaught, Blast Off, and I have made contact with the Ice and Wind Wyverns, but there is no sign of their leader anywhere. Instead, they are hostile and insulting us; we are awaiting your orders," said Vortex, and during the transmission, Blast Off could clearly be heard returning the insults as well as the gunfire.

"Listen to that, use the device with the roar... those minions are not the target, but they can be good cannon fodder," Dracul said as he continued a heated discussion with his two wives Rumi and Zoesette.

It involves a lot of death threats, yelling, hormones, and about million other things.

When you're dealing with two hot, powerful, sexy ladies, the end might not be pretty, but the ride down is super fun.

That seemed more momentous than the battle of Blast Off and Vortex in the snowy forest. "That's right! The roar, Vortex, Blast Off, use the roar to make the Wyverns fall under your command!" Onslaught said enthusiastically.

Blast off advanced in frantic circles raining down a hail of bullets on their enemies, who responded with solid ice projectiles, as well as heavy blizzards that disturbed the stability of the veil of the two Dragons Dogma.

"As you command, Onslaught, we'll take care of it." Vortex replied, but at that moment, he was hovering over the area, and something in the distance caught his attention powerfully. "Blast Off, here..." threw the roaring device at his partner. "Since you're so friendly with them, make them fall under our command, use the device. I'm going to check something to the north."

"Take your time, Vortex; I'm having a little fun with these kids," replied Blast Off to Vortex, who sped off following a trail over the ice many meters away. Once close, he managed to spot the dying corpse of a crawling ice wyvern.

"Hey you, what happened and why are you so far away from your comrades? Let me tell you, mine is about to overpower them," said Vortex, in helicopter form, pointing at the head of the dying Wyvern.

"Wait... you're a fucking Dragons Dogma, why are you asking me what happened? You should know, you scum... What are you planning to do with our leaders?" The dying Wyvern couldn't go on, and the only thing keeping him alive was the strong resentment he felt towards the Dragons Dogma.

"Hey, hey, have a little more respect. Yes, it's true we came here to wipe out their leaders, but we couldn't find them; where are they? Answer me, or your last seconds will be even more terrible than they surely already are." Vortex was losing patience.

"They've been kidnapped, and if it really wasn't you, I have a terrible feeling" With his last breath, the Ice Wyvern exhaled his last icy sigh.

Cursing rudely reported his findings. "Oh, hell, damn it! Onslaught, are you there?"

"Yes, tell me, what happened, Vortex?"

"Bad news, I found a dying Ice Wyvern, he's history now, but he told me that the leaders have been kidnapped, which explains on why couldn't find after two weeks. Do you have any idea who it might have been? The Wyvern had a suspicion but died before saying anything else.

"Oh, shit..." the message from Onslaught was rudely interrupted by another.

"The Imperial Coalition States... that's what you were going to mention, wasn't it, Onslaught?" asked Swindle abruptly. "The Light Wyverns let their guard down and told me all about it... A vast army of monsters and some scientifically altered humans invaded the warm forests of eternal light, home of the Light Wyverns. They did not come seeking the peace they preach, Onslaught; however, they did not harm too many Wyverns, only those who adamantly objected to having their leader abducted from under their noses. The others were smart and did not attack when the leader of the Light Wyverns fell defeated." Swindle gave his report, and even Brawl's explosions fell silent.

"Boss, did you hear that?" asked Onslaught, without much to add to the stony silence that lay over all the transmissions. The Wyverns, without their leaders and knowing it was not the fault of the Dragons Dogma, let their guard down. The enemy was another, and it was dangerous.

"Yes, Onslaught, I have heard it all. I call a meeting immediately at the temporary headquarters of the Dragons Dogma in that sector. We are coming to you now -- Zoe, for the last time, you can't beat Rumi yet! Stop trying to nuke the place already!"

"Shut up, Dracul! I'm beating this bitch!"

Once there...

"I'm not entirely clear... What exactly are these Imperial Coalition guys, and what are they after? "Brawl asked, hungry for wisdom.

"They are a nation pursuing a dream of political and social scope with utopian overtones." Onslaught replied, looking at the unchanging face of Brawl, who was scratching the white beard hanging from his mouth with his claws.

"Simply put, and just, so you understand, Brawl, they are a bunch of powerful fellows who want to form a nation of peace, but their methods dictate otherwise, and they will be willing to do anything to achieve what they seek." Vortex explained, somewhat upset.

"That's much better... all right, when are we going to blow those Imperials' asses off?" asked Brawl enthusiastically.

"I appreciate your willingness to fight, Brawl, but it's not that simple... There's only five of us, and they're a nation. They're developing, but they're still more than us." Added Onslaught, plunging the round table of the Dragons Dogma council into stony silence.

"I have some friends south of the forgotten region who owe me some favors, but they fear the Emperor's humans. I wonder if they alive though since it was a while ago before we got captured by Gaul." Blast Off added, a bit disappointed.

"Wait, emperor human? I don't think you're telling me something..." said Brawl, causing Vortex to roll his eyes, leaving them blank for a few seconds.

"Brawl, don't you know anything? It's unbelievable," asked Swindle, slapping his tail against the table as Onslaught brought his claws up to his face and sighed.

"The Imperial Coalition States are ruled by two individuals, Brawl..." Dracul had begun to explain. Whoever built this place also archived information on the many different kingdoms, nations, and other powers. "One is the Emperor of Mankind, Miles Blackheart, a prolific mad scientist who also practices the arts of war, and the Queen of Monsters, Alessa Beastmaster, a beautiful harpy tiefling with the natural ability to control wild beasts of all kinds and command them at will. As a tiefling, she can also charm men to her will as well. Both are known as the Semi-Immortals rulers. Miles uses science to alter humans and exploit their physical abilities, and teaches them to fight to defend themselves and the ideals of the Imperial Coalition nation. It's absurd, but these guys seek a utopian nation, where all species can coexist, without discrimination." Finished saying the basic information Dracul, leaning over the table, interlacing his claws at the level of his nose, thoughtfully.

Rumi and Zoesette are sleeping next to his side. Having last few days fighting Dracul about every pervy thing he does. And not because every time Dracul passes out they had to fight him off while he does very pleasurable things to them that they might or not might like.

"Good... now I've fully understood," said Brawl and before Swindle or Vortex could open their mouths to answer him, a voice came before him in the room "Sorry to interrupt, but it was unavoidable for me to listen." It was an Ice Wyvern, the one Vortex would have sworn was dead.

"Hey you, I thought you were dead" Vortex blurted out, standing up and pointing his machine gun arm, which was slowly beginning to turn, at the Wyvern's head.

"I was badly wounded and exhausted, but that wound wasn't going to kill me. We are a hardy race. Stop being so hostile, put down that damn weapon attached to your body and listen to what I have to say. If you don't like it, then you can kill me whenever you please. We are all in your territory, captives, aren't we?" The Wyvern's words were imbued with courage and reason... Onslaught ordered Vortex to lower the weapon by a gesture with his paw and then looked at Dracul...

"Very well, Wyvern, you have a chance, speak up, what do you intend to propose to us? Be very careful what you are going to say" said the Croc Boss and Dragon Commander Dracul as the Dragons Dogma began to listen to the Ice Wyvern's words.

The Imperial Coalition has been attacking and capturing their tribe's members for years now and already wiped out six tribes.

"Get this Wyvern to the med bay. You five will attack at dawn. Kill them all. Also, spare the Leaders if you can."

"Yes, sir!"

The following day, the entire team was preparing for the attack. The Imperial Coalition holding Prison is relatively close, and they were hiding from no one as, in their twisted minds, they were an open nation that accepted any kind of entry, with no xenophobia or discrimination whatsoever. Which made them an easy target. It should also be noted that no one in their right mind, in their five senses, would think of a frontal attack on the Imperial Coalition. But the Dragon Dogma weren't exactly normal beings... "Hey, Vortex, what do you say I swap this powerful single-shot cannon, for this double cannon? I'd be subtracting power, but it would gain me mobility." Brawl asked, looking at his cannons closely. Vortex continued on his way and ignored him as if he were part of the decoration of the Dragons Dogma mothership.

"Alright, we've got contact, Onslaught... their defenses seem calm. We can descend right here, and we'll be in front of them in less than five minutes." Swindle said, adopting his vehicle form and latching onto Vortex.

"Alright, we're ready. Brawl, join Blast Off; it's time to descend." Onslaught ordered. After a few minutes, the Dragons Dogma were in front of the Semi-immortal's Prison, inside the Imperial Coalition, surrounded by monsters and one of them looked like a huge troll, which carried a giant war hammer. "Oh, my... I think we picked a bad place to land." Blast Off said, looking around, extremely tense and nervous.

"Hey, who are you guys? Are you looking for the Warchief?" asked the huge Troll in an awkward voice. "That one reminds me of Brawl..." added Vortex, grinning, as Brawl shot him a disapproving look.

"I ask you to take this seriously, Predadramons. We are not playing games" something in Onslaught's voice was different, there was no room for jokes.

"Oh, the Predadramons that been attacking the tribes... I wonder with what intentions they will be here, in our territory. Whatever they are, we will attend to them properly." A fellow with long black hair, dressed in black armor and equipped with a plasma cannon had appeared on some sort of very high terrace on the castle inside the great palace. "

Why didn't you tell me we had guests, Mark?" another unfamiliar voice was making its presence known from behind the Dragons Dogma. "No time to measure, Onslaught, begin the attack, NOW!" the order from Dracul was direct. "Control find my cannon fodder now!"

"As you wish Commander Dracul." The robotic-like voice of their communications officer. The goblin sent his Satellitonbo bat in the drop to find the Wveryns.

Onslaught looked at his companions and it only took a nod of his head for the projectiles to start raining down. "Wow... I thought we'd never get started." Brawl said, who enthusiastically adopted his tank form and launched a powerful cannon shot towards Mark's position. Mark didn't even flinch, as the giant Troll batted the cannonball away with the war hammer he possessed.

"May I introduce my second in command, Patrick 'the assassin' Shump... A human turned into a giant troll thanks to my Emperor's experiments on him. He is very loyal to our cause heretic! On the other hand, why this primitive attack on us? Does it have anything to do with the Wyvern leaders? It was my understanding that the Dragons Dogma hunted the Wyverns; Are you all going against the will of the Emperor heretics?!." Mark blurted out as he opened fire on Onslaught.

"You are wrong, human, the mere existence of the Imperial Coalition is a threat, one that concerns the Dragons Dogma, over and above our natural war with the Wyverns. Someone must put an end to the false army that you trying to build." Onslaught said, unaware that that last sentence would detonate hostility in Mark Blackheart.

Vortex had begun to fight in his dragon form, biting and tearing at attacking centaurs and cyclopes. There were so many of them, Brawl came to his aid, firing a double cannon shot that took two of them off "Oh, look... that double cannon did the trick. Wake up, Vortex, we're just getting started" Brawl said, and in his tank form began to advance, destroying structures above him, so that the debris would do damage to his enemies on the ground.

"Hey, you ulgy thing..." Swindle had scurried up behind Sister Mikra, who, as she turned around, received an accurate claw to the face, falling to the ground.

"You're going to pay, you silly creature..." Sister Mikra was a harpy with a handsome face, equipped with a staff and robes that revealed much of her toned body.

"Why the Dracul wouldn't be dissatisfied with you at all..."

- "I heard that Swindle... you'd better concentrate. Plus, I'm not interested in that whatsoever!" Boss Dracul replied; seconds later, a Giant kicked Swindle, who was in his dragon form, and sent him flying.

The situation was getting dangerous, but neither side was letting their guard down. Blast Off was masterfully providing aerial fire, but the Feminae Iuvenes Ex Imperatoria harpies disturbed his work. When Swindle managed to get rid of the giant, a new enemy appeared. "All right, you scum. You clearly don't want peace..." Sister Mikra flew up and, hovering in mid-air, gave a couple of dry claps. Seconds later, an imposing four-legged being with a humanoid torso emerged from the Prison. "May I present Zamiel, the minotaur." She said, happy and proud. "I am at your command, Sister Mikra," Zamiel said, addressing Swindle.

"Oh, hell... I need help, guys, are there any nearby?" Swindle called out for help and soon received it.

A series of shots at incredible speed began to fall on the minotaur, which was masterfully covering and dodging but hindering his walking. Blast Off charged Brawl, and both had reached Swindle's position.

"You know what we have to do, don't you, Swindle?" asked Brawl, holding out a hand and looking Sister Mikra straight in the eyes, smiling.

"You heretics, what's wrong with you? What are you up to? It's no use... Zamiel, finish them off, right now." Ordered the harpy priestess, desperation in her voice. "How are these things so strong?! It's like they have mana in their bodies. But how? They are clearly at the E or F ranks, but their strength is almost a low tier D rank!"

"Combined elemental attack, Dragons Dogma thunderstorm!" shouted Swindle, Blast Off and Brawl in unison. First, Swindle froze Zamiel's four legs; in turn, Blast Off hindered his torso's movements with a strong blizzard and served the path for Brawl's thunder to scorch the beast's body. They then used the same move on Sister Mikra, who began to run seconds before falling victim to the same attack. "No... NO! It can't be, I refuse to die like this" a deafening scream of pain was the last thing heard from the priestess.

The Imperial Coalition's Prison defenses were thinning. The beasts were retreating after seeing their priestess fall. However, some humans were not losing faith. Onslaught was keeping up his hard battle against Mark. "Stop hiding, human... that plasma cannon will soon be of no use to you. Look to your left; you're second in command was scorched by my frontal firestorm, a move I only use when the enemy warrants it. You underestimated the powers of the Dragons Dogma. My boys just defeated your thing, and your army is being massacred. Surrender now." Onslaught was flying looking for the human, while Mark was hiding in what was left of the castle prison.

"Shut your mouth, you fucking junk lizard... I'm going to finish you off in one fell swoop... Sister Mikra died, but I can still unleash our ace up our sleeve." Miles blurted out, his tone smug.

"Dragons Dogma, ALL of you! Gather at the central lobby, we must strike the final blow. Warn the Wyverns..." Onslaught gave the order, and already the momentary allies were arriving. Suddenly, bursting through what little was left of the Coalition's Prison, a gigantic being of biblical proportions stopped before the incoming Dragons Dogma and Wyverns.

"I give you the titan Atlas... one the greatest creation of the Imperial Coalition. He used to be an amazing human, but he wanted to be stronger, and totalitarian. So he asked our Emperor and the Queen for power, and they gave it to him." Mark said proudly.

"Sure, but in exchange for what? Of his humanity... I thought you humans liked that shit? Look at him, he has no conscience of his own, you deranged fuck!" Onslaught shouted, angrily.

"SHUT UP! Lizard, you're going to die here and now. Those wretched Wyverns will never see their leaders again. They will be part of our new legion of minions. We have plans for them. The Emperor has plans for them." Mark said.

"These Wyverns belong to my boss, asshole... Now, boys, what do you say we show this guy what a good ace up his sleeve is?" asked Onslaught, and everyone else smiled broadly. "Very well, partner... as you command" The Dragons Dogma began to assemble, forming a single immense and imposing being.

Swindle formed the icy right leg, Blast Off, was the almost imperceptible right arm, Vortex, the luminous left arm, Brawl the mighty thunder, was the left leg and to finish, Onslaught, the cunning leader formed the torso of... "Very well, human... Atlas, let's see what you can do when you have in front of you the vast and powerful Gyrodon, the elemental" said a strange voice formed by all the Dragons Dogma.

Profile - Gyrodon Information Attributes Traits. Titles. and Skills -Name- "Gyrodon" STR 89 Skills 16 -Race- Troll (Corrupted Undead) VIT 130 Traits 2 -Sex- Male AGI 50 Titles 1 -Rank- E+ DEX 45 Resistances -Level- 66/75 INT 66 Health 4500/4500 CHR 2 Physical Resistance 17 Stamina 400/700 WILL 60 Magical Resistance 14 Mana 15/15 MAG 35 Mental Resistance 6

"Atlas, ATTACK!" shouted Mark, fleeing from his position. The titan, who was carrying a huge boulder, ran as fast as he could and hurled his projectile at Gyrodon at full speed. "That's useless..." Gyrodon fired a very thin, accurate, and deadly blast of light straight at the rock, destroying it into pieces. Then, the Wyverns held together with the huge body of the titan. "Now, it's time..." All the elements of the Dragons Dogma began to concentrate in front of them, forming a great sphere of energy. "ELEMENTAL DEVASTATION OF THE GREAT GYRODON!" that vast amount of energy was launched against Atlas, the titan, who fell imminently defeated.

The Gyrodon looked up, searching for Mark, but he was far away from his last position. "Damn it, where did he go?" wondered Onslaught.

Going to this escape shuttle, Mark looked back at the stronghold he failed to hold for this Emperor. "You're going to pay, damn you... I swear by Sister Mikra and my soldiers that you, the Dragons Dogma, and the damned Wyverns are going to pay dearly. My vengeance will be bloody" were the last words of Mark, who had taken control of the communication lines for a very brief period of time. Something he'd should have done two weeks ago.

"The Imperium. We have failed in our mission, and now I must inform you of an enemy that I can handle on my own... But I was mistaken, and now the Wyverns are in the hands of the enemy that opposes the will of our Empire. They are the Dragons Dogma, and I should start about what happened two weeks ago."

Gyrodon gave up looking for the human and looked at the pack of the Wyverns tribes. "Pack leaders, we have orders to bring you to our boss... Who can easily kill us, so don't get any idea about even hurting him. Or can you resist, we kill you all, and we take control of your tribes. Either way, your all are working for the boss."