New Orders

Jet Knightgrave reclined comfortably, with a book up to his nose. Nowadays, literature was digitally archived in data scrolls, deemed a much more efficient means of accessing information. However, Jet prefered actual books. The smell. The texture. There was a certain realness about bound paper that made him feel warm inside.

The words collected in his mind and beautiful, dynamic scenes unfolded. An elegant garden. A young victorian princess sitting at her father's feet. The smell of spring and the birds chirping. An issue coming to the King's attention. Jet was at a good part. Looking up over the top of his book, he saw his brother Raven rigorously training.

Ping. The sound prompted Jet to look up from his reading as he and his brother accessed the encripted message. "Looks like His Excellency has new orders for us," he mused.

"This aught to be interesting."

Things were progressing quite well for the empire. The empire had begun creating a foothold for itself as the troops drove back enemy forces, but we had yet to formally greet the leaders of this fine country. It seemed they would get their chance soon. "Too bad our collegue is away. Looks like the honor is all ours."

Raven looked over to his brother putting down the weight that had been in his hand.

"Our "colleague" is a fool" He replied "and we have no use for them"

Raven slowly stood up walking over to where his brother stood

"Do you mean interesting as in how you find things interesting...or how I find things interesting?" He asked as he began to read the message a small smile forming on his face "It would appear to cover my definition of interesting"

He let out a low, cold laugh as he grabbed the helmet that had been sitting on the table and put it on

"Shall we show them why we are called Death and Destruction brother?" his voice a bit lower due to the metal that now surrounded his head

"Ah, sounds good," he nodded to his brother. "You think you'll meet a worthy challenge?" Jet felt a voice traveling through his mind, a dragon's voice. "Mmm...well, we'll just have to see," he grinned. Reaching for his cloak, he draped it over his shoulders, before fastening it in place. Jet's dragon, Pitch-Black could feel how energetic his partner was he shared that energy with his partner.

"Well then, shall we start our victory march?" Jet smirked as he donned his reaper's mask before looking in his brother's direction again. Typically, this was a term used for after the battle was won, but since they'd trample the opposition anyway, why not call it that. The dragon's voice echoed in his head. "A victory march, you say? Well, you're not exactly wrong." The the dragon-partner team shared a laugh together before getting serious.

Raven turned to his brother his facial expressions blocked by the mask.

"No brother I doubt I will. But that will not stop me from laying waste to the battle field"

Raven walked over grabbing the large axe her often used in battle

Time for us to have a meal? His dragons thoughts entered her brain as a cold smile formed behind his metal helm "Yes it is time for us to feed"

Raven's personal dragon, Stratos, was waiting outside along with his brother's. Raven was sure to keep his partner separated from most other dragons as the last time he had let him..mingle...he had killed two of the smaller ones. Stratos shared Raven's thirst for battle and like his human partner often made a show of force whenever he could. The only dragon he actually got long with..or at least tolerated being around was Pitch-Black

And victory march? I prefer a death march. Let us cook their bones to ash

Raven and Stratos shared a cold laugh of their own as he and his brother prepared

"Come brother...we have fools to crush beneath our boots"