Dododex

ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion

Flames of conflict

Season one: chapter one: aftermath

Burnie awoke in the infirmary, his head throbbing. As he looked around, he saw several fire Wyverns with various injuries. One of their wings was crooked in several places. Another had a bandage covering half her face. Two were being carried in on stretchers. One had what looked like a fractured tail, while the other’s wing looked like it had been chewed up. One of the nurses walked up to him.

“Your injuries are very minor.” He began.

“A few bad cuts here and there, but you should be better, or at least back off the ground, by the end of the day.”

“How long was I out?” Burnie asked.

“About half a day.” The nurse responded.

“Ok. Thanks.” Burnie said.

He was discharged from the infirmary the following morning. He had orders to meet commander Sizzle, as well as a group of soldiers, just outside the trench.

As he flew above the trench, he looked around at the island. The scorched, hot, unforgiving island. They were one of three fire Wyvern trenches in Midgard. He spotted commander Sizzle, along with twenty-five soldiers. He flew down and landed at the the back of the group. He looked at his commander. Sizzle was a large, burly Wyvern with an aura of authority that surrounded him. He was mostly a dirty orange color, with his scales fading into a charcoal black about halfway down his tail.

“Ah, private Burnie, you made it just in time for the briefing.” Sizzle said in his usual authoritative tone.

Burnie nodded as he stood at attention.

“Alright, so as many of you already know, a day and a half ago, some of those poison spitting freaks attacked our trench.” He said, pacing back and forth in front of the attack force.

“And obviously, we can’t let that slide, now can we?” He asked.

“NO SIR.” The entire squad shouted in almost haunting unison.

“Good. Now, let’s get to Vanaheim and kick some poison Wyvern *ss.”