Straining his ears, he can hear the howling of the snowstorm over the roaring jet engines of the small aircraft he’s been ordered to jump out of. Codename: Feral – one of the KnightHarsher’s elite operatives. The scientists in R&D are hanging all hopes of getting Specimen 18 home on Feral’s abilities. His detective skills paired with the wolf-like magical enhancements make him an ideal tracker for this mission. Most days he would be thrilled to get out of the city for a few hours, but tracking a miniature dragon over miles of frozen tundra isn’t his ideal excursion.
Tugging on the new arctic gloves his climate change costume is complete. Another group of scientists in R&D decided this mishap would provide a perfect opportunity to stage a trial run of their new extreme weather gear. Feral’s highly recognizable red and blue look was recreated in semi metallic ‘frost’ and ‘snowcap’ white, complete with a faux-fur hood attached around his collar bone and connected to his planchet-style backpack. He noticed his pilot shivering behind the console. Obviously his standard-issue flight suit wasn’t comparable to the Knight’s gear.
“How close are we to the drop Mac?” Feral spoke as warmly as he could.
“About 3 minutes Feral. You ready for this?” Mac, the pilot asked. “I’ve got orders to speed up just before you jump. It’s going to be a harsh entry.”
Feral just smiles as he unbuckles and moves to the back of the craft. Mac gives him a thumbs up as he pushed the control up and the craft begins to lose altitude. Feral presses a hidden plate on his mask. He feels an electric buzz in his temple an instant before Specimen 18’s stats flood his field of vision. A 3D representation of the dragon rotates slowly before him as a series of programed ‘thoughts’ begin to register in his mind.
– 7” wingspan
-approximately 120 lbs.
– Bright orange skin with purple warts along his back and underside.
He taps his mask again a wash of focus cascades over him. He presses a stud on one of his wristbands and holds it for 6 seconds. His suit begins to heat up and the soles of his boots grow chunky cleats. Mac holds his hand up, signs with 3 fingers. A cloud rips open as the aircraft drops another 20 feet to the ground. Mac signs with 2 fingers and the wall behind Feral begins to split. He closes his eyes and embraces the weightless feeling consuming his form as he plummets into the harsh climate below. TBC