Led by Fireteam Captain Vyxen Magistrata, the Tarnished Scales are sent on a simple operation to secure a bandit supply cache on a rugged, mountainous planet. Land, assault and secure. That was the plan. However, things never go as planned and the Tarnished Scales soon realize that there's a lot more going on than they were originally led to believe

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EXCERPT

“Safety on this time?” A stern glance from Vyxen followed.
“Come on boss, I’m not gonna make the same mistake twice.” Wynnoa gave her an overconfident grin which did little to shake the look of skepticism on the captain’s face. Wynnoa's grin faltered a little but mirth filled its wake as the soft 'click' of the safety being flicked on to dash her worries. Unknowingly, Vyxen also thumbed her own safety subconsciously. Vyxen simply rolled her eyes before her thoughts shifted to the other equipment strapped to her belt. Just in case she reached down to her side to count the pieces of equipment she had attached to her belt.
One… Two flashbangs. Plus 2 spare magazines. The syringe in her left pocket. Medkit in the tail belt. Wrist navigator, rations, hydration can... It seemed like everything was in place.
“Hey Wynnoa!” Kyssani called out to the red dragoness who laid her prized weapon across her lap, fingering the safety-locked trigger.
“What?”
“I bet you can’t go this whole mission without running out of ammo.” Kyssani grinned, pointing at the lethal weapon sitting on her lap. “How many shots do you have loaded right now? Four? Five?”
“Ten.” Wynnoa snorted. “You saying I’m gonna miss my shots?”
“With the way you mag-dump all the time?” Kyssani giggled with mischievous energy. Vyxen didn’t like where this conversation was going.
“Ever heard of double tapping, bitch?” Wynnoa growled. “Unlike you, I actually make sure my enemies are dead.”
“And the hostages too, apparently.”
Vyxen took in a sharp inhale as Wynnoa’s face ignited into a firestorm of anger. As soon as the words left her mouth, Kyssani immediately regretted saying them.
“Wait, Wynnoa I didn’t-”
“Oh you fucking whore. If I weren’t strapped down right now I’d come over there and fuck your-”
“ENOUGH!” Vyxen’s commanding voice carried in the cabin. Both of them fell silent immediately. She shot a look of great disapproval towards Kyssani, who shrank back ashamed. “That was a low blow Kilra.”
“I-” Kyssani blurted out half-heartedly.
“We ALL agreed to never talk about it again.” Vyxen’s eyes drilled into Kyssani, making sure that every one of her words could be heard by her and the other two. “If I hear any more shit talk out of the two of you, I am gonna put both of you on sanitation duty. Got it?”
Kyssani nodded mournfully, but Wynnoa was still absolutely livid. Had it not been for the restraints Vyxen knew that physical intervention would have been needed. Last time that happened, Wynnoa sent two other dragonkin to the infirmary. At least this time, Wynnoa said nothing and merely glared daggers at the medic. Satisfied, Vyxen leaned back slightly and let out a deep breath she didn’t realize she held. They were so like children sometimes. Big and dangerous children.