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Spring, 1423
“So what do we do with Oevcn the Cyno?” Chagraff asked Jayna as he looked through the army rolls.
Jayna shrugged. “He’s quite impressive at infiltration. He’d make a good scout.”
“I’d rather not have Favcn’s kid killed, Jayna.” Mera suddenly interrupted. “What about as a gonner?”
“Handcannons are rare and expensive, Mera. And they have a tendency to explode.” Jayna offered, but the dragon wasn’t satisfied with that.
“I insist. I agreed to take him on, and I want him on a short leash.”
Jayna sighed. “Fine. We’ll need someone who is good with firearms, can teach him, and also will obey my orders to keep the boy safe.”
***
After going through camp, Jayna finally found the person she was looking for, a stout, grizzled gunnery officer with a slight nervous tic, carefully checking the barrel bodies of several gonnes lined up together.
“Ah! There you are!”
The officer immediately jumped up and turned to see the Arcadian leader, the Stanton dragon, and a cynocephali heading towards him. He awkwardly saluted.
“General Durham! Fancy seeing you here! What brings me the pleasure of you coming down to my command?”
“I have a special task for you.”
A smile arose over the gonner’s face.
“Oh? I’d be honored to do whatever is necessary to support this revolution.”
Jayna pointed to the naked dog-man besides her.
“Athur, this is Oevcn.”
“Oevcn the Brave!” The cynocephali immediately pipped up in Auxian.
The Aquelian’s smile fell.
“As you can see, Oevcn here is a cyno. He’s fluent in Auxian. And he’s here under the patronage of Meratezagth the Stanton Dragon, and who wants you to teach him how to be a gonner.”
“I see.” Athur’s frown deepened.
Jayna turned to Oevcn.
“This is Athur Aurelianus. He is one of my best gonnery instructors. He’ll keep you safe.” Jayna turned back to the Aqueilian with a smile. “Won’t you, Athur?”
Athur gave an awkward chuckle. “Yes ma’am.”
“I want you to make sure of that.”
“Of course my lady.”
“Good! Now the Stanton Dragon and I need to work with Murray on developing a defense against Anderson.” Jayna patted the cyno on the shoulder.
“You’ll follow Athur won’t you, Oevcn?”
“Yes! I will stay loyal and true to this army! I will bring glory to myself!”
“Good. Be sure to.”
And with that Jayna turned and headed back to the headquarters with the dragon, leaving the Aquelian with his new pupil. Both watched them leave.
“That’s quite a lady isn’t she?” Athur asked Oevcn.
***
A few hours later and the gonnery instructor and his new cyno pupil were at the main army commissary, facing a tired and slightly annoyed quartermaster.
“First off lad, we can’t have you running around naked.” Athur explained. “It doesn’t make this revolution look good with what appears to be a half-trained beast there. More importantly, you should get some protection. We are in a war after all.”
“Sounds good!” Oevcn replied, despite not displaying any sense of being offended or humility in response.
The quartermaster was less than impressed by the pair before her. “A dog-man? In my Commissary?” She asked slightly incredulously.
“Afraid so, Tayra. Comes straight from the lady up top. I need something for this poor lad to wear.”
The officer snorted, giving another cursory glance over at the lanky figure. “A good idea.”
“You have more munitions armor?”
“Yes, though I am not handing out my rare stock to a cyno.”
“They’re not that rare, Tayra.”
“Even if I had enough to equip everyone who needs it, I wouldn’t be humoring some commander’s pet with actual military stock.” The quartermaster gave a dismissive wave, then went into the back of the tent, the sound of objects being moved and opened coming back while Athur and Oevcn awkwardly waited. A few minutes later and the quartermaster returned with a simple sallet, a small chain mail with tassets, greaves, and a quilted brigadine armor.
“This should be good for the boy.”
“That’s...like a hundred years old, Tayra.”
Another dismissive hand wave. “It’s good enough for the cyno.”
***
A half hour later found Oevcn in his new armor. Despite the obviously dented and slightly worn uniform, the quartermaster’s tailor Kira was a masterful seamstress and the cyno came out looking quite sharp and handsome, twirling his freshly provided hand cannon. Oevcn then immediately broke that illusion of professionalism by blepping his tongue out.
“Oh boy! I look like a soldier don’t I, Athur?”
“Stop sticking your tongue out, lad.”
“Okay!” Tongue immediately went back into his muzzle.
“Let’s begin.” Athur had led the two of them to the test range, scarecrows had been set up as crude targets. Oevcn had happily followed Athur like a dog- much to the gonner’s annoyance- though Athur tried to remain professional. The Aquilian pointed to the cyno’s weapon.
“Now what you have in your hands is a gonne, or a handcannon. It is exactly what it sounds like.”
“What’s a cannon?”
“Never mind.”
“What?”
“It makes things go boom, and hurts people from far away. Now this is a special and delicate weapon, Oevcn, there are only 2174 of these in our army, and I checked specifically to make sure that this was a good one, with no miscasting or seams or cracks. I want you to take care of this thing, lad, both for my sake and for yours, as well as the army’s. Keep it dry, keep it oiled, check to make sure that the handle or barrel doesn’t warp or start cracking. I’ll show you how to do all those things in a bit.”
“Sounds good!”
“Now you’ve been given your own satchel with balls, long fuses and matches, as well as a horn of black powder. You will first add a fistfull of black powder from the horn into the barrel, then you add the ball, which you use the ramrod to jam in as far down as possible. Then strike the match, thread the fuse into the barrel hole, lift the gonne, light the fuse, aim and fire.” Athur pantomimed the motions.
“You got that?”
“Yes!”
“Okay now follow my lead.”
With smooth, mechanical motion, the Aquilian filled the powder, added the ball, added the fuse, lit the match, and then used the match to light the fuse. It took about 5 seconds.
“It takes three seconds for the match to reach the barrel and fire.” Athur instructed. “Be sure you’re aiming at what you want to hit before you light, and follow the target if it is moving.”
The Aquilian’s gonne cracked dryly and almost immediately afterwards a hole the size of a fist appeared in the target he was aiming at.
Athur blew off the smoke and resting the gonne on his shoulder, folded his arms, gesturing to Oevcn.
“Now you try.”
The cyno replicated his teacher’s movements, filling the powder, adding the fuse, adding the ball, lighting the match. The Aquelian himself kept a safe distance away while watching.
Oevcn positioned himself, lit the fuse and tried to aim at the target.
“Whoa this thing is jerky.” The cyno muttered as his handcannon wobbled slightly in his grip.
Athur sighed and approached Oevcn, regretting that he hadn’t thought to just firmly hold the weapon while the cyno tried firing.
“The gonne is heavier than it looks, and watch for recoil, it can be- good heavens, lad!”
Oevcn’s handcannon went off like a thunderbolt, just as the cyno, trying to hold the weapon steady, had the barrel raised almost vertically above his head.
Athur immediately dived, knocking the cyno over and keeping both of the helms tightly over their heads. The spent ball fell with a plop a few inches away.
Oevcn meekly looked at his commander, who was red with fury. “Whoops. Sorry.”
“Do that again, Oevcn, and I’ll have your hide.” Athur roared. “Jayna or no. Got it?”
“Got it.”
The Beatles- Happiness Is A Warm Gun
From https://twitter.com/Alexa__doe
Original: https://twitter.com/Alexa__doe/stat.....01814858895361
“So what do we do with Oevcn the Cyno?” Chagraff asked Jayna as he looked through the army rolls.
Jayna shrugged. “He’s quite impressive at infiltration. He’d make a good scout.”
“I’d rather not have Favcn’s kid killed, Jayna.” Mera suddenly interrupted. “What about as a gonner?”
“Handcannons are rare and expensive, Mera. And they have a tendency to explode.” Jayna offered, but the dragon wasn’t satisfied with that.
“I insist. I agreed to take him on, and I want him on a short leash.”
Jayna sighed. “Fine. We’ll need someone who is good with firearms, can teach him, and also will obey my orders to keep the boy safe.”
***
After going through camp, Jayna finally found the person she was looking for, a stout, grizzled gunnery officer with a slight nervous tic, carefully checking the barrel bodies of several gonnes lined up together.
“Ah! There you are!”
The officer immediately jumped up and turned to see the Arcadian leader, the Stanton dragon, and a cynocephali heading towards him. He awkwardly saluted.
“General Durham! Fancy seeing you here! What brings me the pleasure of you coming down to my command?”
“I have a special task for you.”
A smile arose over the gonner’s face.
“Oh? I’d be honored to do whatever is necessary to support this revolution.”
Jayna pointed to the naked dog-man besides her.
“Athur, this is Oevcn.”
“Oevcn the Brave!” The cynocephali immediately pipped up in Auxian.
The Aquelian’s smile fell.
“As you can see, Oevcn here is a cyno. He’s fluent in Auxian. And he’s here under the patronage of Meratezagth the Stanton Dragon, and who wants you to teach him how to be a gonner.”
“I see.” Athur’s frown deepened.
Jayna turned to Oevcn.
“This is Athur Aurelianus. He is one of my best gonnery instructors. He’ll keep you safe.” Jayna turned back to the Aqueilian with a smile. “Won’t you, Athur?”
Athur gave an awkward chuckle. “Yes ma’am.”
“I want you to make sure of that.”
“Of course my lady.”
“Good! Now the Stanton Dragon and I need to work with Murray on developing a defense against Anderson.” Jayna patted the cyno on the shoulder.
“You’ll follow Athur won’t you, Oevcn?”
“Yes! I will stay loyal and true to this army! I will bring glory to myself!”
“Good. Be sure to.”
And with that Jayna turned and headed back to the headquarters with the dragon, leaving the Aquelian with his new pupil. Both watched them leave.
“That’s quite a lady isn’t she?” Athur asked Oevcn.
***
A few hours later and the gonnery instructor and his new cyno pupil were at the main army commissary, facing a tired and slightly annoyed quartermaster.
“First off lad, we can’t have you running around naked.” Athur explained. “It doesn’t make this revolution look good with what appears to be a half-trained beast there. More importantly, you should get some protection. We are in a war after all.”
“Sounds good!” Oevcn replied, despite not displaying any sense of being offended or humility in response.
The quartermaster was less than impressed by the pair before her. “A dog-man? In my Commissary?” She asked slightly incredulously.
“Afraid so, Tayra. Comes straight from the lady up top. I need something for this poor lad to wear.”
The officer snorted, giving another cursory glance over at the lanky figure. “A good idea.”
“You have more munitions armor?”
“Yes, though I am not handing out my rare stock to a cyno.”
“They’re not that rare, Tayra.”
“Even if I had enough to equip everyone who needs it, I wouldn’t be humoring some commander’s pet with actual military stock.” The quartermaster gave a dismissive wave, then went into the back of the tent, the sound of objects being moved and opened coming back while Athur and Oevcn awkwardly waited. A few minutes later and the quartermaster returned with a simple sallet, a small chain mail with tassets, greaves, and a quilted brigadine armor.
“This should be good for the boy.”
“That’s...like a hundred years old, Tayra.”
Another dismissive hand wave. “It’s good enough for the cyno.”
***
A half hour later found Oevcn in his new armor. Despite the obviously dented and slightly worn uniform, the quartermaster’s tailor Kira was a masterful seamstress and the cyno came out looking quite sharp and handsome, twirling his freshly provided hand cannon. Oevcn then immediately broke that illusion of professionalism by blepping his tongue out.
“Oh boy! I look like a soldier don’t I, Athur?”
“Stop sticking your tongue out, lad.”
“Okay!” Tongue immediately went back into his muzzle.
“Let’s begin.” Athur had led the two of them to the test range, scarecrows had been set up as crude targets. Oevcn had happily followed Athur like a dog- much to the gonner’s annoyance- though Athur tried to remain professional. The Aquilian pointed to the cyno’s weapon.
“Now what you have in your hands is a gonne, or a handcannon. It is exactly what it sounds like.”
“What’s a cannon?”
“Never mind.”
“What?”
“It makes things go boom, and hurts people from far away. Now this is a special and delicate weapon, Oevcn, there are only 2174 of these in our army, and I checked specifically to make sure that this was a good one, with no miscasting or seams or cracks. I want you to take care of this thing, lad, both for my sake and for yours, as well as the army’s. Keep it dry, keep it oiled, check to make sure that the handle or barrel doesn’t warp or start cracking. I’ll show you how to do all those things in a bit.”
“Sounds good!”
“Now you’ve been given your own satchel with balls, long fuses and matches, as well as a horn of black powder. You will first add a fistfull of black powder from the horn into the barrel, then you add the ball, which you use the ramrod to jam in as far down as possible. Then strike the match, thread the fuse into the barrel hole, lift the gonne, light the fuse, aim and fire.” Athur pantomimed the motions.
“You got that?”
“Yes!”
“Okay now follow my lead.”
With smooth, mechanical motion, the Aquilian filled the powder, added the ball, added the fuse, lit the match, and then used the match to light the fuse. It took about 5 seconds.
“It takes three seconds for the match to reach the barrel and fire.” Athur instructed. “Be sure you’re aiming at what you want to hit before you light, and follow the target if it is moving.”
The Aquilian’s gonne cracked dryly and almost immediately afterwards a hole the size of a fist appeared in the target he was aiming at.
Athur blew off the smoke and resting the gonne on his shoulder, folded his arms, gesturing to Oevcn.
“Now you try.”
The cyno replicated his teacher’s movements, filling the powder, adding the fuse, adding the ball, lighting the match. The Aquelian himself kept a safe distance away while watching.
Oevcn positioned himself, lit the fuse and tried to aim at the target.
“Whoa this thing is jerky.” The cyno muttered as his handcannon wobbled slightly in his grip.
Athur sighed and approached Oevcn, regretting that he hadn’t thought to just firmly hold the weapon while the cyno tried firing.
“The gonne is heavier than it looks, and watch for recoil, it can be- good heavens, lad!”
Oevcn’s handcannon went off like a thunderbolt, just as the cyno, trying to hold the weapon steady, had the barrel raised almost vertically above his head.
Athur immediately dived, knocking the cyno over and keeping both of the helms tightly over their heads. The spent ball fell with a plop a few inches away.
Oevcn meekly looked at his commander, who was red with fury. “Whoops. Sorry.”
“Do that again, Oevcn, and I’ll have your hide.” Athur roared. “Jayna or no. Got it?”
“Got it.”
The Beatles- Happiness Is A Warm Gun
From https://twitter.com/Alexa__doe
Original: https://twitter.com/Alexa__doe/stat.....01814858895361
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Dog (Other)
Size 1280 x 972px
File Size 171.1 kB
Armor can be really tricky I feel to get right, especially when adapted for non humans. There are a lot of little anatomical differences that present their own little challenges. The artist did a really nice job making it look realistic, I appreciate the added articulation points. Awesome piece :D
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