VOLUME 6 Chapter 1

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Flying back to the Airbase, Bahamut was nonstop in her cuddling. The little dragon was all over the Knight General, going up and down his chest and in and out of his pockets.

"Paul, don't you think it's weird that they have a teleporter there?"

"Now that you mention it... Why was that there? And in a big room too."

Treala was conscious but she needed time to rest, her head resting on John's lap as the Blackhawk flown by skeletons quietly flew to the Airbase.

"I think they're going to be using that for teleportation. Maybe that's how they've managed to take over the world so many times now."

"Maybe, is Treala gonna wake up? I'm sure an Elf like her is as old as time."

"Yea, when we get back. Let's chat with her."

"Right and it's so weird that we went to a freaking chasm. Feels like there's something about how they're performing their operations that we don't know about."

Even after flying for ten minutes, Bahamut was still rubbing her face all over Paul. He couldn't be anymore happier to be wearing his Knight armor seeing how much her spiky back was scratching the chestplate.

"Ahahahaha, you really like me that much?"

"Yes, I love Master."

He picks up the little dragon and starts rubbing the cheeks of its armored face and then its chin. One of the Rangers smiles at seeing his General interact with the little creature.

"Your pet there sir reminds me of my own cat. Used to act like that whenever I returned from work."

"You have a cat?"

"Yes sir, an orange tabby cat. Little thing would be all over me like Bahamut over there."

"Funnily enough, Bahamut acts like a Cat and sometimes like a Dog... Are lizards supposed to be like this?"

"I think, but seeing how she's like this gives me the idea that Dragons have some inherent thing with our more friendlier pets."

"I think so, though I think it's a plus that she can speak. If only I could hear what my cat is thinking."

"Also, how's the deployment here?"

"General John has been taking care of us so far sir."

John perks up a bit.

"Of course, I might as well give you guys as much experience as I can, before the main invasion occurs and all hell breaks loose."

"We're just setting up buffer zones right sir?"

"That's the plan, but the massive bottlenecks in the logistics and tactical pauses aren't helping us."

"And sir, what's with the lack of air cover? Yesterday, we were requesting for CAS but no one came."

"Oh, because as much as we want to say we have the airspace contested, it really moves from yes we do to yes we don't."

"But are we getting reinforced sir?"

"We'll see, with General Paul here and his ABCT, we should be able to at least keep guard of our rear outposts, not including the villages and towns filled with hybrids. That's a whole other can of worms we have to address."

The Blackhawk arrives at the busy airbase, though most of it has been cleaned, there were still some carcasses of the Sand drakes left on the roofs and hard to reach areas. The tarmac was as busy as always, and when the two Generals and their Rangers left the chopper, it got another order to fly. The mindless skeletons do their duty and take off once again.

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