Six Lead

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 4th December 2020

Characters: L'cor, J'ackt, J'url
Description: J'ackt has to lead a six in the wing during Threadfall
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 1 of Turn 9

L'cor

J'ackt

Zith banked, blasting a stream of fire to char the dangling thread
before him, his chest heaving with the wide swath of flame. J'ackt
felt the sting of char glance over his cheeks, but brushed them away
just as quickly. Before Zith tossed back his head for another stone,
he glanced back at the six he'd been assigned to lead. }: Roll, down
and away. The wind is blowing from the east. Keep track! :{

J'ackt quickly glanced behind them and down, eyes searching for the
pair that Zith had targeted. A young blue and green flickered in and
out of /between/, darting between the lines with an almost haphazard
display of acrobatics. J'ackt gritted his teeth as they barely missed
colliding twice. **Get them in fecking order before they get
themselves shaffing killed!**

}:Kasurth! Genomoth! Watch where you are and your flame! Stay in
formation! :{ Zith caught the stone and began to grind it in his
teeth, eyes flickering with irritation before he found another swath,
had to bank to dodge it, and felt the flame of another dragon blaze it
to char before his return to formation.

}: We're just trying to help! :{ The young blue protested. }:It's
blowing between us! :{

}: You're not. Concentrate! Flame and then return, as we drilled. :{
Zith seared another clump of thread, following it briefly before
returning to his position. }: Do it right!:{

J'ackt shook his head and then continued in the Fall, jaw tense. For a
time, it became flame, sear, roll, flame, stone, again and again;
matters seemed to be going well in his little group. But then, J'ackt
glanced behind him again, checking on the two errant riders. The green
had listened, the young girl doing as directed, and J'ackt felt a
moment of satisfaction. But Kasurth, the blue, darted too close to
Genomoth to sear a clump of Thread far too close to the little green.
She squawked in alarm, backwinging quickly out of formation; before
Zith could utter a blistering reprimand, a lone, long flicker of
silver blew back in the wind to wrap greedily around the green's wing.

There was a cry of pain and the green quickly blinked /between/, only
to emerge in a free fall. "Shaffit! Zith!"

}: I see her. :{ Zith /betweened/, emerging below the small green and
J'ackt felt the impact on Zith as the big bronze dipped in the air
with the sudden weight of the crying dragon. }: I have Genomoth! :{
J'ackt felt a sudden burn as a line of fire laced down his arm. A
quick glance revealed a thin line of silver that had fallen and was
steadily growing along his arm, the burning pain increasing. **Now!**

When they emerged above Dolphins Cove, Zith carefully landed with his
burden and crouched to let Healers and Dragonhealers swarm him to pull
the dragon and rider off. }:You're hurt. :{

**It's minor.** J'ackt grimaced. **Later. We have to get back. Before
Kasurth and his idiot shaffing rider decided to try to kill someone
else.** Inwardly, he was furious, both at himself for not paying
better attention to Kasurth and at the bluerider for not listening.
They returned to the wing, but Zith held back his own fury at the
blue, focusing his anger on the Thread that still fell.

After the wing returned, riders tired and covered with char, J'ackt
slid off of Zith, threw his helmet to the ground and stalked to J'url.
Before the rider could even open his mouth, J'ackt snarled. "You
fecking, stupid, shaffing idiot! You could have killed Kasurth and
Kisu! What the feck were you thinking? You were told to stay in
formation!"

"I..I just..." J'url stammered, holding up his hands. "I'm sorry I was
just trying to get that Thread and..."

"No, you were showing off! You never flame that close to another
shaffing dragon! You're taught that in drills as a fecking weyrling,
you moron! If Genomoth's seriously hurt, it's on you." He jabbed with
a finger towards J'url's chest. "If Kisu is hurt, it's your fecking
fault!" He ignored the moisture growing in the J'url's eyes as he
looked stricken. "Of all the stupid, ignorant, idiotic..." He seethed
and struggled to do the deep breathing he'd been taught before his
temper broke completely.

L'cor coughed behind J'ackt's shoulder also impaling the bluerider
with an angry glare. "I saw the whole thing, " He growled. "And
J'ackt has every right to kick you up one side and down the other. You
weren't thinking like you were trained to think. And that might have
cost the green her wing." He put a hand out. "Is that what you plan to
say to her? I was just trying to get that thread that was right in
front of you?" L'cor looked at J'ackt and nodded.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Tears leaked out of J'url's eyes as
his blue ducked his head.

J'ackt had been so focused on J'url that he hadn't heard L'cor come up
behind him. J'ackt glanced over his shoulder and then glowered at
J'url gritting his teeth as he spoke. "See to your dragon and then
fecking report to N'vanik." He spun on his heel and walked over to
Zith, standing beside the bronze as he tried to take long slow
breaths, his hands visibly shaking. He wanted, more than anything, to
bloody the other rider's mouth.

L'cor just confirmed J'ackt's order to the rider with a jerk of his
chin in the direction of the rider's dragon then turned to follow
J'ackt. "You alright? That man's a wherry's ass."

"Give me a minute." Holding out his hand to gesture L'cor back, J'ackt
took several long breaths. When his heart rate slowly, he took another
breath and slowly stood straight. "Faranth, I wanted to bust his teeth
in. I nearly did. Stupid, fecking idiot." He rubbed his face and then
turned to face L'cor. "I'm good. Thanks for the backup. I might have
actually hit him."

"Can't tell you how many times I've wanted to myself," he smirked.
"But you need to get that looked at now," he pointed to J'ackt's arm.
Zith too, that catch could have cut him. Come on," he said and started
off toward the dragon healer's.

J'ackt looked down at the forgotten wound on his arm, he had a high
tolerance for pain that sometimes made him forget his own injuries, or
at least ignore them. "It's just a score. All it needs is some
numbweed." But he followed L'cor, still rubbing his temples.

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