My Cage: A Transported Nightmare
I found myself trapped in an agonizing nightmare, confined within the unforgiving confines of my cage. This hellish journey unfolded in the cargo hold of a military plane, flanked by two menacing military vehicles—one armed with a formidable anti-aircraft machine gun mounted on a turret, and the other a troop transport with light armor. My body ached from the tight collar that dug painfully into my neck, and my hind legs throbbed in agony. The cramped space of the cage added to my torment, making each bump on the road an excruciating ordeal.
The suffering I endured at the hands of my cruel father loomed large in my memory. The physical and emotional scars he inflicted upon me were a constant reminder of my painful past.
Treasures of Faith: The Cross and Veil
In this dire situation, I clung desperately to two precious items—the cross and the veil. Though they seemed out of place on a fearsome creature like me, they had transformed into invaluable lifelines, potentially the key to my survival in this living nightmare. These symbols of faith, once mere tokens, were now my source of hope, the fine thread between life and death.
My faith in God remained unshaken. It was the sole divide that kept me from descending into a state of animalistic despair. I couldn't help but reflect on the slaves Father John had written about in his journal. In their darkest hours, they had clung to their religion and hope, and this cruel irony weighed heavily on my heart.
The Painful Journey: Bumps and Bruises
Each jolt of the cargo plane sent searing pain through my body. The vehicle's movements were brutal, amplifying the agony in my hind legs and neck. My tail, once a powerful appendage, was now a useless burden in this cramped confinement.
"BUMP! Ouch."
Every bump in the road was a harsh reminder of my vulnerability, a relentless torment that seemed never-ending. My cage was shrouded by a camouflage cover, depriving me of the outside world. However, my trusty HUD and GPS were still operational, offering a glimmer of hope amid the darkness of this situation.
A Mercenary's Arsenal: Powers and Limitations
I took stock of my remaining abilities, a blend of technical and mystical powers. My technical prowess remained intact, allowing me to scan and hack, breathe fire, and unleash electrical zaps. My mutagenic venom still coursed through my veins, and I retained the ability to create light, conjure water, and purify it. My powers of detection, protection, and resistance were also undiminished.
However, the absence of my dimensional powers and the Octahedron weighed heavily on my heart. Without regeneration or magic missiles, my arsenal had been severely diminished, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Embracing My Identity: A Nun in Chains
As I reflected on my powers, it became clear—I was no longer the fearsome creature I once was. Father John's teachings had left a profound mark on me, and even in the face of ridicule, I clung to this newfound identity. I had become a nun, a believer in the power of faith and hope, thanks to Father John's guidance.
Painful Jolts and Cruel Mockery
The relentless bumps on the road continued to torment me. Each jolt sent waves of pain through my already battered body. The soldiers guarding my cage found amusement in my misery, subjecting me to cruel taunts and mockery.
"He's a real softie now!" one of them jeered, laughter echoing through the cargo hold. "Lost his nerve at the first sign of trouble!"
"Hey, you want a taste of this?" another soldier chimed in, making a lewd gesture.
The cruelty of their words cut deep. I had been reduced to a mere shell of my former self, stripped of my gender, and subjected to humiliations that even women would find unbearable.
Heater's Arrival: A Glimmer of Compassion
Amid the relentless taunting, Heater, the brave soul who had joined me on this perilous journey, entered the cargo plane. She faced the soldiers with defiance, unyielding in her determination to stand by my side.
"Shut up, you idiots!" Heater's voice rang out, her gaze unwavering. "You'd call your mothers and wet your pants at the first sign of trouble."
Ignoring the insults and jeers, Heater approached my cage, gently placing her hand on my snout. My response was immediate—I purred and licked her hand, my eyes filled with tears.
"Be strong," Heater whispered to me. "I know this isn't your fault. We're all victims here, and we're conducting our own investigation, with help from Drick and John. But the press has been threatened and bribed to spread lies."
A Fateful Announcement: The Journey Takes Flight
The mood on the plane shifted abruptly as an announcement crackled over the intercom. "All personnel on board, fasten your seatbelts. We are taking off now."
"We're headed for the United States, Nevada, in a restricted area," the voice continued. "Security staff must remain inside the plane; this is a top-secret base. Food and refreshments will be provided. Any infractions will be met with martial court and the harshest punishments."
The chilling words sent a wave of unease through the cargo hold. The plane taxied and then took off, rapidly gaining altitude. I monitored our ascent via GPS, my heart sinking as I realized that our destination was nowhere near the United States.
Desperation Grows: Hope in the Darkness
The pain in my hind legs and neck intensified with each bump and shudder of the plane. I tested the super-hard alloy diffused into my claws, thankful that they were still effective. A chip emerged, and I knew I could cut through my cage when the time came.
I discreetly checked the collar, relieved to find that it was undamaged, and no alarms were triggered. The key to my escape was intact.
Heater's Promise: A Glimpse of Compassion
Heater, sensing my distress, offered a glimmer of compassion. "I'll check if I can get you some water to drink. If not, I'll head to the cabin, okay?"
With those words, Heater left me with the soldiers. I had expected more insults and taunts, but an air of unease had settled among them.
Heater's Discovery: A Chilling Reality
As Heater made her way toward the cockpit, a horrifying sight awaited her. Blood stained the interior of the plane, and the pilot and co-pilot lay lifeless, each with a bullet to the head. McGyvor, injured and bleeding from the mouth, struggled to stay conscious.
The situation was dire, and Heater knew it. She rushed to McGyvor's side, concern etched across her face. "We need to land the plane. He's badly hurt."
Sarge's Threat: Sinister Intentions Revealed
Before Heater could react, a chilling figure emerged in the pilot's seat—Sarge. He held a handgun with a silencer, and a cigar dangled from his lips. His appearance was that of a ruthless mercenary, still at the height of his skills despite his age.
"Welcome, Heater," Sarge sneered, his words dripping with malice. "As you can see, we're not bound for the United States. McGyvor was clever to involve the arms industry by selling this scaly friend of yours, or should I say, girlfriend? He's certainly made a fortune, though I doubt much of it will go to the zoo."
Sarge's sinister intentions were laid bare. He had hijacked the plane for his own purposes, driven solely by greed. Heater, bewildered and horrified, could hardly comprehend the betrayal.
A Dire Ultimatum: Sarge's Dark Demands
Sarge made his intentions clear, his tone laced with menace. "Your friend has betrayed you to save the zoo and turn this wyrm into a potential weapon. He's filled his pockets with dollars. Now, you have a choice, Heater. You can cooperate with me to keep your 'girlfriend' alive, at least until her execution as an evil being becomes a public spectacle."
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The cruelty of Sarge's plan was evident. Heater was faced with an agonizing decision—comply with his demands or face dire consequences. The fate of the dragon, and her own, hung in the balance.
Desperate Pleas: Heater's Heartache
Heater's heart ached as she pleaded with Sarge. "What have you done? Please, land the plane. McGyvor needs medical attention. And what about the guards?"
Sarge's response was cold and heartless. "All parachutes, except mine, are damaged. I can take only one passenger, and it was a choice between you and McGyvor. You're the practical one, and he's more of an administrative type. There's no need for administrators where we're going."
Sarge continued to ascend, his chilling words sinking in. "As we approach Saudi airspace, fighter jets will intercept us. They're under orders to shoot down the plane if anything goes awry. And I'll make sure you're on board if that happens."
A Desperate Bid: Heater's Plea for Help
Heater, torn between fear and determination, reached out to me. "My dear dragon, escape. They'll kill us either here or on the ground. Remember us. Don't forget us."
She gestured to McGyvor, who lay wounded and fading fast. "He's in critical condition. Please, do something."
I could sense the urgency in Heater's voice, but there was little I could do to help McGyvor in the cargo hold. The situation had spiraled into a desperate struggle for survival.
Sarge's Sinister Control: A Hijacker at the Helm
Sarge continued to exert control over the plane, his grip on the situation unyielding. "Now, dear Heater, I'm going to raise our altitude. The crew will freeze and asphyxiate in no time. The doors are locked and bulletproof. Only I can pilot this plane, and I don't think they taught you how to fly in Sunday school."
As Sarge manipulated the controls, the plane climbed higher into the sky. His intentions were clear—to leave the crew incapacitated and ensure that the dragon and Heater were on board when the time came to execute his sinister plan.
Desperate Measures: A Voice from the Cage
Amid the chaos, I found a way to communicate with the soldiers guarding my cage. Using my electronic voice and the cargo plane's communication system, I reached out to them.
"SOLDIERS, THIS IS YOUR BITCH SPEAKING HERE."
The sudden sound of my voice filled the cargo hold, causing the soldiers to jump in surprise. They turned toward me, their expressions a mix of fear and astonishment.
"DON'T SHOOT ME," I implored. "I AM BULLETPROOF, I AM A TANK. I'M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR SMALL ASSES."
I had their attention, and I intended to use it to my advantage.
A Risky Rescue Plan: Unleashing the Dragon
With the soldiers now focused on my voice, I laid out a choice before them. "WE CAN DO THIS THE EASY WAY OR THE HARD WAY. FIRST, OPEN THE CAGE SILENTLY, AND I'LL COLLECT YOUR PARACHUTES. IF NOT, I'LL CUT OPEN THIS CAGE, AND YOU'LL EITHER FREEZE TO DEATH OR BE GREETED BY SAUDI BULLETS OUTSIDE. LOOK, THEY'RE ALREADY HERE. WAVE TO THEM!"
I gestured toward the approaching Saudi fighter jets, visible through the cargo hold's windows. The soldiers' faces paled as they realized the perilous situation they were in.
A Tense Standoff: A Decision to Be Made
Their fear palpable, one soldier approached the cage, trembling as he produced the key. I presented my neck, allowing him to unlock the collar, which I promptly severed with my sharp claws. Two more quick cuts freed my hind legs.
With newfound freedom, I tore open the cage, crushing it like paper to the horror of the soldiers. The vibrations caused by the destruction alerted Sarge to the unfolding chaos.
Sarge's Threat: A Sinister Announcement
Sarge's voice crackled over the intercom, his threat hanging heavily in the air. "It seems my little friend isn't cooperating. The mission may be compromised. SOLDIER, SURRENDER. WE ARE ENTERING SAUDI AIRSPACE, AND FIGHTER JETS WILL SHOOT DOWN THE PLANE. REINFORCEMENTS ARE ON THE WAY. IF THE HATCH IS OPEN, THEY'LL SHOOT THE PLANE DOWN WITH YOU INSIDE. THE DRAGON IS SENTENCED TO DEATH, REGARDLESS."
The dire situation had escalated further, with Sarge making it clear that our lives were in grave danger.
A Dragon's Plea: A Vow of Retribution
I turned to Heater, urging her to act. "Heater, push the autopilot on. Soldier, open the hatch."
Before the hatch could be fully opened, the deadly sound of gunfire erupted outside. Bullets struck the left wing of the plane, igniting it in flames.
A Daring Escape: Leaping Into the Abyss
With the hatch partially open, I took a leap of faith, jumping into the void. I faced the two approaching F16 fighter jets head-on. They immediately assumed combat positions, their powerful engines propelling them toward me.
As the gap between us closed, I attempted to swipe at one of the jets with my hind talon, but their incredible speed allowed them to narrowly avoid my attack.
A Fierce Battle: A Dragon Against F16s
I found myself in a desperate dogfight against the two F16 fighter jets. I was a dragon, but this was my first time engaging in combat with skilled fighter pilots in these formidable warplanes.
The jets unleashed a hail of bullets upon me, their machine guns firing relentlessly. The shields I summoned managed to absorb some of the impact, but I could still feel the painful blows.
A Desperate Strategy: Microwave Acceleration
Desperate to evade the relentless gunfire, I initiated a microwave-rotating field around me, aiming to accelerate at an astonishing speed. The field encountered resistance as air ions began to ionize, but it gradually gained momentum.
The fighter pilots were taken aback by my sudden acceleration. Their attempts to target lock me were thwarted as I reached even higher speeds.
An Invisible Cloak: Para-Magnetic Scales
I activated my para-magnetic scales, rendering myself invisible to their radar systems. Now, they couldn't lock onto me, granting me a crucial advantage.
A Moment of Respite: Rose Metal and Shields
The F16s continued their assault, but my rose metal scales offered protection against their bullets. The scales had been designed to minimize the impact of bullets and explosions, further increasing my chances of survival.
The Dragon Strikes Back: Lightning and Thunder
As the F16s prepared for another attack, I locked onto them with my HUD. My rage surged, and I unleashed a powerful spell—Thunder and Lightning.
With a mighty roar, I conjured a thunderstorm and directed a colossal bolt of lightning toward one of the F16s. The explosion was cataclysmic, as the lightning struck the fighter's ammunition, causing a fiery and explosive demise.
The second F16 veered away, avoiding a similar fate. The battle was far from over.
The Odds Shift: Reinforcements Arrive
The remaining F16s, alerted by the fiery spectacle, now approached the scene. It was no longer a two-versus-one situation; the odds had shifted significantly.
The Dragon's Resolve: A Fierce Aerial Duel
As the F16s closed in, I prepared for a fierce aerial duel. This battle was not just about survival; it was about proving that even in the face of overwhelming odds, a dragon could fight back.
The sky became a battleground, and the fate of the dragon, Heater, and the prince's plane hung precariously in the balance.
Hit HIIT HIT, Argghhh I'm bleeding, they made a hole in my wing and I m tumefied on the back and a hind leg.
Ahh the wing is painful. A bone maybe fissured, the scales there are thinner
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIEK , The other plane is taking position for finish me.
HUD ATTACK MODE.
ROOAAAAAAR THUNDER And a LONG LIGHTNING HIT THE F16 who is targeting me.
A very violent explosion occur. the explosion is from the plane ammunition themselves and the kerosen, all in the same time and more with the mana compression at the impact of the lightning. this is not a natural lightning, but a draconic one, directional and full of destructive energy. Due to the explosion who can be seen kilometers and the sound terrific, glasses of the carrier plane are fissures in one time. There is not a part of the destroyed F16 who exceed 1cm.
The other F16 is going further and meet the 4 others.
Now it's 5 VS 1 and no surprise attack.
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SSSSSRRRK BANG, the F16s are accelerating and pass the wall of sound.
the one who attacked me now target the transport plane in autopilot with 3 engines and a kerosene leak.
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HEAL wings
Ok better, tissues instantly close and faster than normal regeneration but with both it's faster.
The F16 approaching are in a V formation and the 2 laterals wing jump on the side to let free way to the 2 on the center. Rocket Launch.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSha . IT's fast. human eyes cannot follow.
FIREBREATH EXPLOSIVE. A ball of breath is send on the trajectory followed by a spark to detonate it
SHIELD
SHIELD
SHIELD
The 2 rockets explode with the heat and shock wave of my breath.
The shields absorb a part of the wave but I am ejected hundreds of meters away.
PAIN
PAIN
SHOCK
It's hard, I don't know if we can survive.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIEK X4
BRATTATATATAAT as the machine guns are firing at me.
I try to dodge but shields are weak.
Ok I'll try my electromagnetic power. I start a microwave rotating field with me a the center and accelerate at a tremendous speed.
the field start to resist with air as air ionize and I start to accelerate. Yess, The speed now is near the Jet fighter.
AIR pressure is terrible and I risk to twist stupidly my neck and pain on my membrane who cannot follow.
Shield wings
Arrow shaped Shield cast
Ahh better,
The fighter pilot are surprised of my sudden acceleration
Activation of para magnetic scales : I disappear from their radar and cannot target lock me
Activation of rose metal in scales: chances of gliding off instead of bullet impact. explosion proof.
They don't loose time. I do
then
BRRAAAAttatataata X5
AYYE, but almost all missed. now my turn
HUD LOCK 3 POSSIBLE IMPACT.
THUNDER LIGHTNING LONG RANGE.
SSSSSSSPARK BOOM 1 big explosion and 3 fireworks are dying down to the sea.
Acceleration, the 2 other fighter are fleeing. I hear them speaking.
AH, I am a DRAGON, DRAGON SPEAK and UNDERSTAND ALL LANGUAGE:
"Mayday, Mayday, here is prince Saudi pilot, we have lost fighter and the Wyrm is fighting us. The devil power is too stroong. May Allah hear me. I try to flee the BEAST but tell my family Iove them."
"Here base to prince we are sending all we have. 100 planes and all the reserve of SAM and PATRIOT will be there in 10 minutes and deployed. Please hold on."
Hah, he is in my visor.
I try to get more speed but I need more training and better spells.
Lighting and the 2dn plane explode right near the prince plane. He placed himself as a shield to protect his prince. Maybe he will do a good dragon for his country if I catch him. He'll surely make a good replacement for me and his family will "welcome warmly"
Prince Saudi : "Help , Help, I am the last one. all my men are down. I repeat all my men are down.
HACKING TRY : Success - communications
ME:
HI PRINCE SAUD, HOW ARE YOU? YOU LIKE TO HUNT THE POOR CREATURE IN THE ZOO NOW?
YOU KNOW, YOUR MEN HAVE DIED BY A SHE.