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You Lazy Bastards [R'nya's Wing - First Practice]

R'nya
of Bronze Xyreith

Date of Birth
13.09.697, 46
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6'
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Grey-blue
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Black

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Written By: ThistleProse
#1
It had taken R'nya longer than he would have liked to finalise the details on not only the wing he had been assigned, but also those of his fellow Wingleaders. The bronzerider liked to think that he had made the Weyrleader's life that much easier, simply nodding his head whenever D'ren had offered him a rider. He had, of course, put in his opinion when required - so and so would surely be better suited to wing-type-A, than his own; however, he had not been like some of his fellows. 'I want so and so', 'no fucking way, D'ren.' Yeah, some of the blues and greens were bastards, but that was why they were being put into wings! To bring things into order! To restructure and put firmly into play the hierarchy of dragonriders! If a Leader was worth his salt, then it wouldn't matter what rider he had adding to his wing. A dragonrider was a dragonrider. It was their duty to obey and follow, for the betterment and protection of Pern.

Now, with the Weyr's riders sorted out into the ten wings that had been decided upon, R'nya was prepared to call his own to him. It was time to begin their discipline. Most of those in his rank had been standing idle for nearly two decades, while the other few were post graduates who hadn't done shit all since their graduation. The Weyr had been backsliding, rapidly, into a sexual cesspool of greenflights and gambling. It was about time the lazy bastards were whipped back into shape; and some of them? They were desperately out of shape!

"Xyreith! Call those lazy bastards and have them meet us at the location we decided upon. Make sure they are all given the correct image."

Of course, Sir, Xyreith responded in his rich voice, and R'nya nodded as he did a final sweep over the dragon, checking his strapping before slapping him on the shoulder. We will have stragglers, amusement vibrated in his tone, rich and deep as his gaze shifted to look at R'nya slyly. Despite the 'riders being alerted by the Weyrleader himself that practise would be starting at the Wingleader's mark, many of the dragons Xyreith informed of locations for were in various states of not ready. The bronze was highly amused (but hardly surprised) by the number of rider's caught up in sexual exploits, and the number of drowsily sunning dragons  while riders napped or stuffed their faces with a late lunch.

There had been bulletins posted for a week stating the date and time that their wing practise would commence. There was no excuse to be unprepared. Xyreith waited five minutes, before snapping a harsh, commanding string of words into the mind of every green, blue and brown that occupied his wing; he was personally pleased to see both his fellow bronzes on time and ready. A few browns, blues and a couple of greens straggled in on time, but the majority? This, will be a very interesting afternoon. Indeed.

The bronzepair remained aloft for several more minutes, watching as stragglers continued to arrive. Some were in various states of harried dress, while a few looked amused at their fellows, or slightly anxious about the setting. Xyreith's command to have everyone else land was met with rustling wings and anchoring dragons. The Wingleader watched them silently, expression stoic while his dragon hovered in an almost threatening manner above them. Only when the pair were suitably convinced, did they land.

"Anyone who is not one of the listed was late. I work with a single strike policy. If you are late again, punishment will be rewarded. Being last does not make you late. Being tardy makes you late. I will not tolerate tardiness." R'nya paused while Xyreith eyed the crowd with eyes swirling between amusement and irritation. His voice occasionally lashing out mentally to scold someone for fidgeting or not paying attention. The pause was broken when R'nya listed six names: both his fellow bronzes, a brown, two blues and a green. Anyone that groaned, moaned or sulked visibly or vocally about not being named, was taken a mental note of.

R'nya was not here to play, and these kids had a lot to learn. He spun on T'shiro suddenly. "Get them off their dragons. They are not fit to fly." He'd bet they couldn't even run twenty lengths before falling over in exhaustion. "Ten push ups, a hard sprint for six lengths, back again, and another ten push ups. Xyreith will inform Crucluith of the dragon's tasks. When the lazy bastards are set, we will join them. They will continue until I say otherwise."

He was harsh, but R'nya was fair.


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What an interesting day this would turn out to be, indeed. And T'shiro was glad of it. Personally, he had to agree with R'nya's assessment that the entire wing had become unfit and needed to be whipped into shape. Playing a prominent role in the shape-whipping pleased him to no end.

Awaiting his Winglead's command, T'shiro stood at a standard attention to R'nya's side where he too, could survey the arrival of their wing. Sternly eyeballing those who decided to moan and groan with impertinence, there was no sign of the typically fun-loving T'shiro they may have had the opportunity to get to know outside of wing practice. No acting was involved on his behalf however; T'shiro was more than glad to exercise the militaristic talents given to him long ago.

Having been at the ready when R'nya faced him to give orders, there had hardly been enough time to inhale before T'shiro acted on the directive. "Sir!"

Though T'shiro was a few Turns older than his fellow Bronzerider, R'nya and himself had both Impressed in the same Turn. He did not know the Bronzerider previously, but since their coming south, T'shiro'd learned that the man was worthy of due respect even were it not for his current position. T'shiro felt that R'nya was appropriately deserving of his title and wielded his authority well enough. It pleased him therefore, to be serving as the man's Wingsecond, and he would do everything in his power to fulfill that role to his best ability.

Crucluith. Be awaiting Xyreith's command.

An imperialistic cadence of footfalls motioned the Bronzerider forward, where he was well within eye and ear-shot of the rest of the wing. Exerting a greater sense of Presence, the aura circumambient the Bronzerider became newly empowered by an incredible strength of Will and Authority; Suddenly, the T'shiro before them became a much more imposing creature. The Bronzerider understood very well the effectiveness of exerting a powerful sense of presence, so it was something he'd learned to utilize to his fullest advantage.  After all, every battle was fought first in the mind. This moment was no exception to him.

"You heard your Winglead! Off your dragons, now!" Most of them probably hadn't overheard the Winglead's order since it'd been direct at T'shiro, but that was no excuse for their hesitance. Each rider would learn to react to orders in a timely fashion. As in immediate and respectful fashion. T'shiro would make sure of that.

"I promise you that I will not be as forgiving as R'nya.  Forgiveness...is something that only your Winglead has the right to dole out. Fortunately for you, I have been put in charge of overseeing your physical training. If you work hard and follow orders, life will be a lot easier.

"Now...I want to see a perfect line formation in front of me... on the double! If you fail to leave room enough for you or your wingmates to perform physical training activities for the day, then you and the unfortunate wing-mates that you were so inconsiderate of, will be seeing me after practice for extra laps."

As dragonriders dismounted on cue, moving with varying degrees of urgency, the Wingsecond's attentive eyes settled over each rider in the wing individually, gaging their response to his command. Any who returned his gaze would be greeted by a most unapologetic expression.

Arms folding over his chest, T'shiro raised his voice again so that his words reached everyone, "When you've proven that you can make a line worthy of the Weyrling graduating class, I will give you my mark and you may begin with exercises. You will do ten push-ups,  sprint six dragon lengths and then come back. Rinse and repeat until you are given the order to collapse in exhaustion or do otherwise."

T'shiro waited in a mode of silent brooding until their line was properly formed, at which time, he gave the signal for physical training to begin. "What are you waiting for?  Begin!"



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It's a good thing S'kef didn't know that T'shiro thought what he had was 'presence'. Otherwise, the brownrider's perfectly stoic and attentive expression might have been interrupted by a laugh.

S'kef and Tyrrisath may as well have been gargoyles. They were among the first to arrive, a habit they'd developed long ago while working for the Weyrleader. S'kef wanted to get a good look before the show began, because this was going to be an interesting, bitter game. He'd been shocked by the wing assignments. He hadn't been assigned to Wingsecond? He should have been. He was experienced, skilled, and effective. Everyone in the Weyr knew his name and half of them were afraid of him. So why not?

Oh, yeah. D'ren and his petty grudges.  S'kef knew D'ren and his professional habits better than any other man in the Weyr, and he knew better than to think even he could escape the Weyrleader's mark of death. Once slighted, the bronzerider never forgave. It took a lot of pushing to hit that point, but the blackmail stunt had done it. S'kef initially wanted to protest being punished for something his weyrmate had done, but he chose not to make a fuss. He didn't want to drag his precious greenrider through the mud, and taking the Weyrleader on in a political fight wasn't going to solve a thing or do anything for his reputation.

D'ren was still a softie. He'd promised S'kef that he wouldn't tell anyone about the blackmail. He probably hadn't even told Tsuen. "I'm going to keep this away from the public as a thank you for all the turns of service', he'd said.

Your funeral, Weyrleader

S'kef was insulted by the whole ordeal, but not so insulted that he couldn't bear it. It came at a time of mixed feelings. He'd lost his job, though he hadn't exactly been fired, but he'd also claimed a gold in flight. His dragon's clutch was sitting on the sands. Jada liked him. S'kef was sure that if he played his cards right, he would win in the end. If anything, he was good at playing the part of the loyal, obedient soldier. He'd done it for turns.

He straightened and saluted when the Wingleader spoke. R'nya...he had a lot of similarities to D'ren, but S'kef already though he respected him more. Maybe it was bitterness left over from the conflict, or maybe S'kef was just jaded. Bronze no longer held the luster it once had for him. R'nya, though, seemed effective and fair. T'shiro on the other hand...

S'kef would have liked to knock his teeth down his throat. Pretentious, pushy, and completely overriding the Wingleader's authority! Was he compensating for not being a wingleader himself, or did he fancy himself superior to his own? S'kef's face was void of emotion as he listened to the instructions, but inside he couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or cry. That idiot was growling like a green in heat, and everyone knew that didn't impress anyone.

Not that S'kef didn't appreciate a hardline approach. He'd used it for turns, albeit as a foil for his mellow Weyrleader. It had been a nice way to get out his inner aggression, but this guy? What a poser.

As always, his expression remained even in spite of the many things going through his mind. It had been a long time since he'd done a wing practice, and even longer since he'd done one as a regular rider. His body had been recently ravaged by illness. He'd been exercising a little bit as part of his recovery, so hopefully this would go well.

You used to like running Tyrrisath said, bored.

I still do.

Begin? Excellent.

He dropped to the ground instantly. If he really was going to repair his reputation, it would need to start within this wing. So, he would be the perfect wingrider. He didn't so much as glance at T'shiro or bat an eyelash as he worked through his ten push-ups and lept back to his feet. He tore into his first sprint, though he started at not-exactly a sprint; no stretching (sloppy wingsecond!) and a recent enough life-threatening illness meant he wasn't about to risk a pulled muscle.

He doubled around to start his second length,  working his way up to greater speed. When he turned around again, he found himself actually smiling. It had been too long, and finding himself in a wing (in any position) and acting like a dragonrider among other dragonriders...well, it made him feel like a real dragonrider again.

Tell me my time differences Turn!

Slower

Turn!

Faster

Turn!

Faster

Turn!

Rock

...Rock?

S'kef's eyes widened as he noticed a large stone that had appeared in his path, possibly kicked in his way by someone else but maybe just missed on his previous passes. He made an awkward leap over it, but managed to catch himself without falling or slowing too seriously. He laughed a little, winded but curiously excited.  He slid to the stop, then hit the grass again.

It felt good to actually be doing something. It was almost fun. If nothing else, his problems were forgotten for the time being. He focused, and all else was forgotten.

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J'ver
of Green Rilaleeyth

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14.07.688, 56
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Pale Blue
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Slender
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Written By: SunsetWay
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Like S’kef, J’ver had managed to be one of the first to arrive though his reasoning was slightly different. He preferred to be at meeting locations ahead of a scheduled appointment – or in this case, as soon as the exact location was given – so he could watch how others behaved. It was also easy to ignore the man quietly drinking off to the side and forget you were sharing your gossip near others and J’ver did love gathering dirt on everyone to ruin or use them later on. Now wasn’t all that different. Of course it served to show how wonderful he was and he would be a hard worker under R’nya’s guidance but he was able to see how quickly the others came and in what state they arrived in. It might be useful information later on to keep in the good favour of his leader but, more importantly, it could help S’kef. His brownrider deserved more than what he had currently been given – because of a stupid error he made, J’ver reminded himself with an inward scowl – and he was determined to help correct it.

He watched the wingleader and wingsecond with odd amusement. R’nya was as calm and collected as always but T’shiro seemed a bit unlike his usual fun-loving annoying self. It almost seemed like he was trying too hard to impress or to overstep. It was hard to say though when he started barking out orders, J’ver felt it was to make sure T’shiro wasn’t over-looked by anyone and they knew who held their balls in a tightly clenched hand. Too bad T’shiro seemed to forget how rank worked. J’ver continued to make mental notes, icy blue eyes only skimming between the two bronzeriders before him but didn’t look around to anyone else. Appearance was everything. He was rather skinny and lacked in a good show of muscle but he was going to do his best to show he was reliable.

Being reliable was less work as well.

J’ver wasn’t a fan of menial labour and had to bite his lip from grimacing at the ordered exercises. Contrary to what A’liran, Z’ia, and half the weyr believed, he was not made for such abuse! A bedroom workout was far more entertaining and exhilarating than any sort of running about. Still he dutifully dropped to the ground to begin and shot back to his feet moments later to take off sprinting like ordered to but his disgust at the work out and the wingsecond had him mumbling as he went, “no one was exempt, pretty boy.” His turns of spying and using people had made sure he could read lips as well as catch the faintest of conversations that were happening near him and he hadn’t missed the way R’nya had said both bronzeriders would join in the training. He just hoped as he picked up his speed that he wasn’t pinpointed for the comment. Extra physical exertion simply wasn’t his thing.

By the end of the six lengths, J’ver was ready to just lie down and rest but he made himself continue with the push-ups and readied for another set of laps. There wasn’t any possible way R’nya would let them off with just one rotation.

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B'jin
of Green Larrikith

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23.06.683 AL, 61
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Brown
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Written By: ThistleProse
#5
Were we planning to go to Practice? Larrikith's voice was sly as it brushed delicately against the edge of B'jin's mostly-asleep mind and the greenrider murmured under his breath as he rolled over and ignored her, cuddling closer to R'nd as he did so. I didn't think so, Larrikith answered happily, curling back up against Ayyonth (who looked far less inclined to go back to sleep) and closing her eyes in preparation to enjoy further napping.

Only to have the bronze dragon screeching in her mind and making the little green bark in startled surprise. What the-! Larrikith gave a grumpy grumble as the echoes of Xyreith's voice faded from her mind and her wing twitched irritably. Stupid, arrogant, arsehole bronzes and their obnoxious attitudes! All the same... Larrikith sighed and huffed as she stood up and stretched. B'jin, wake up. The tiny green's voice was bored and lazy as she poked at B'jin's mind. Xyreith is getting his tail in a knot. We gotta go to Wing Practice. The words brought forth a flood of sleepy memories from the man, most of them indicating that they had had a reputation for being on time and being favoured. Well, if that was the case Larri thought with amusement, they were off to a bad start.

"'ingpr'tce?" B'jin slurred, waking up under the dragon's lazy insistence and frowning sleepily in her vague direction. It would seem so. And we'll be late if you don't get your lazy arse out of bed. She was laughing at him now, and B'jin groaned as he flomped his head onto R'nd's arm. "Late?" Yes. You know, that thing when you're not on time? The little dragon chuckled to herself as she streched her wings out and then folded them to her sides. B'jin grumbled. "Who the fuck schedules wing practice at this hour?" Our new Wingleader, apparently. Do you really want to be late, love? Because you're doing a wonderful job of it.

As the things Larrikith was saying finally penetrated his brain, B'jin gave a hiss and sat up, sending half the bedding careening to the floor and kicking R'nd in the shin in the process. Exclaiming in surprise, and moving to give R'nd a quick and apologetic kiss B'jin instead proceeded to topple off the bed to land with a dull thump atop the bedding he'd unintentionally sent to pad his fall a moment earlier. Larrikith burst into laughter while B'jin swore. Seeing R'nd was receiving his own form of harassment from Ayyonth, B'jin thought better of kissing the other man and instead dodged around the room to frantically find whatever it was he had been wearing before they'd distracted each other. And quickly realised it would not be acceptable for a wing training session. "Shit. Fuck. Larri!" Bouncing across the room as he shoved his feet into his pant legs, B'jin fled the hut to fling himself atop his still laughing dragon. "Shut up! Home! Now!" Are you sure? You don't want to... No? Really? Okay okay, I'm going. Still chuckling, Larrikith flickered between to their own hut.

They were far from the first pair to arrive, B'jin realised as he looked around, but they weren't the last, so he was pretty sure that didn't mean they were late, right? Following orders, the greenpair landed without fuss or comment, Larrikith creeping a little closer to Ayyonth as she watched with interest the bronze hovering above them. B'jin tossed R'nd a quick glance, before focusing on their Wingleader as he and his dragon landed and the man slid to the ground. "Shit," it was a soft hiss on an exhale, but B'jin's eyes widened significantly. Some Wingleaders he'd known had used a policy such as R'nya was employing. Most had gone by the 'last is late' and learning that he was late regardless had the greenrider's expressive face contorting into an unhappy grimace. Told you! Larrikith singsonged, before hissing when Xyreith scolded her for not paying attention.

B'jin's response to T'shiro was immediate; the greenrider shrank back on his dragon, before sliding off her immediately and standing by her side with wide, anxious eyes. The continued barking of orders had the timid greenrider trembling as he jumped to obey, shooting wide-eyed and anxious glances regularly at the parading bronze. Too scared to question the bronze, B'jin dropped to the ground to do the pushups. It was clear the greenrider had the technique and style to carry out the pushups flawlessly, but his strength was another question and B'jin struggled visibly to complete all ten required before climbing to his feet once more and eyeing the required sprint length. Fuck Better you than me! Larrikith cheered happily, and B'jin shot her a smug look as he dug up a series of memories of a past similar to the present, where he was running laps while Larrikith was being forced to run with him. The green dragon baulked visibly and turned her attention on Xyreith with a flick of her tail.

Realising he was standing there like a dickhead, B'jin's eyes widened again and he took off to trail after the other riders. While his sprint a lacked the speed of most of his fellows, he again displayed a technique that indicated a lot of skill for the task - and an extreme lack of actually using that skill for a very long time. Since Weyrling training... almost thirty turns ago. B'jin focused on keeping his breathing even as he dropped to do another round of pushups. Hello, grass.


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R'nd
of Blue Ayyonth

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When did you get so lazy? Stop pretending you’re asleep, R’nd. Ayyonth’s patience was rather strong and could go on seemingly forever; so long as you didn’t harm those important to R’nd and him and you weren’t his lazy rider about to undo their hard work. R’nd knew about the first wing practice and while he couldn’t decide if he was excited or dreading it, the man had made sure they both remembered but it seemed it was up to the responsible half of the pair to make sure they actually made it on time, or at all, it seemed. Get moving! R’nd groaned a protest but didn’t say anything more.

When Larrikith curled back up against him, Ayyonth was suddenly conflicted. Did he really want to go do drills when he had his pretty green companion ready to nap with him? He begrudgingly understood R’nd’s reluctance to get out of bed with B’jin snuggled so perfectly against him with the promise of sweet dreams if eyes were only closed…

No! They were young and untried and had to prove themselves. Everyone knew him as being both charismatic and a teasing brat but they also knew R’nd for being a flirt and bed-hopper although a nice guy. They needed to show they were also dedicated, hardworking, and reliable. They couldn’t do that without showing up and Ayyonth couldn’t think with a bronze screeching at him. He stood, ruffling his wings irritably. Now! We will be late and looked down upon for a time to come. Why am I the one reminding you that we helped lead lessons in our weyrling classes?

Ayyonth’s latest screech came right when B’jin jolted to life. R’nd was suddenly cursing when his shin was kicked and as he leaned over to put that soothing touch of pressure on it, B’jin gave him an apologetic kiss. Like he would actually be mad about that minor tap that was clearly an accident? R’nd grinned with amusement as grey eyes watched his lover bounce around the room before his groggy mind caught up. R’nd cursed under his breath as he raced for his closet to find his riding gear as B’jin disappeared, likely to do the same at his own home. Why hadn’t Ayyonth woken them sooner! You’re not pinning this on me. Get dressed and let’s go.

Several minutes later they were landing near another blue and R’nd smiled in greeting to the others around him as he tried his best to casually straighten his hair that was still suffering from bed head. With his reputation, most would understand the dishevelled look but they would also know how vain he could be and kept his appearance in order. When R’nya finally spoke, R’nd stopped fussing with his hair and paid attention only to hold his breath at the mentioning of a list. Had he already earned a strike in the bronzerider’s book? It’d be worth it if he had given the reason for the delay but R’nd kept his eyes from drifting to B’jin, whom he had greeted with a smile all his own when he arrived.

Yes! He was the last name listed and going by the look given him, R’nd knew he had only just made it in time. They’d have to work on a better routine for getting him out of bed and ready in a far timelier manner. Ayyonth’s sigh of frustration was answer enough to let the bluerider know it was all on his end and Ayyonth wasn’t going to go out of his way every time to get his lazy ass in gear. Wait, there was something even more important than his own punctuality; B’ker was late! Kerrin’s stern, rule-loving, slightly intimidating, brownrider father hadn’t been on the list but there he stood, looking slightly annoyed but doing his best to show he was made of stone like always. R’nd had to put a lot of effort into not smirking. Kerrin was going to love this!

He listened with an ever-clearing mind to the directions, sliding to the ground when told, lining up as ordered, behaving himself without being asked to, and tried to recall what he knew about the bronzeriders. He didn’t socialize with brownriders that often and bronzeriders even less and not too many of his friends did either so he was having trouble filling in what were likely important details. Perhaps he should have asked about R’nya and T’shiro when he saw the wing list. Ah well! He’d learn quite a bit today, he was certain, like now with how the seemed to enjoy exercise.

At the word, R’nd dropped down and knocked off the push-ups with ease, daring to give a quick glimpse to B’jin to see how he was doing. His friend was doing well enough, though it was obvious it wasn’t something B’jin did daily. He didn’t risk giving any words of encouragement though, not until he knew how R’nya operated. When he was done with his push-ups, R’nd got up and joined the others in the sprint. He jogged occasionally, mostly when he was feeling a bit lethargic, but it was never anything extreme or at such full tilt. He had a feeling that while he might stand a good chance of surviving however many rounds thrown at them, he was going to be sore and miserable by the time he got home; more so come morning after his muscles rested for a night.

At least he’d have the image of S’kef almost tripping over a rock to keep him going when the pain started to sink in. Oh how he wanted to laugh right then when he caught the brownrider stumble half a length in front of him but Ayyonth was making sure he was staying on his best behaviour and neither of them wanted the shit kicked out of him again either. So that meant he wasn’t about to laugh at S’kef later on either, but he would definitely share with B’jin. They would likely need the laugh whenever they were set free.

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R'nya
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R'nya watched silently as T'shiro took control, standing back without comment as he analysed the Wingsecond, expression and eyes giving away nothing of his inner thoughts. It was good, to be a member of a wing again, but that was to be expected. Not everyone seemed quite so thrilled about it, and R'nya's pale gaze shifted over each face individually, analysing those that were his wingmates, and his riders.

Not everyone was quite as good at hiding their thoughts and opinions of either himself or the bronzerider issuing the current commands, and R'nya took not of faces, body language and a few quiet comments thrown around. The Wingleader didn't call attention to anyone for any of it - slip ups or purposeful insubordination, as he watched them form their line and when T'shiro gave the mark, watched as they all dropped to the ground with varying amounts of enthusiasm, skill or strength. Lips pursed slightly, R'nya moved over to join them, dropping to the ground and preforming his own required pushups before jogging up the field.

The reason for his slower paced run was more than obvious, as he eyed off each of the other riders, nodding without words to those that were pelting back past him to complete another round of pushups and more lengths, but his eyes were seeking out those that were struggling, what they were struggling with, and why they were struggling. The greenriders were by far the worse off, struggling with sprinting and pushups; like dragon like rider, they appeared to lack the stamina of their buddies. Well, that wouldn't do. But he couldn't have them all dropping dead on him, either.

R'nya considered for a moment, dropping to the ground again to progress through another round of pushups, and watched as a greenrider struggled valiantly through them, stumbled to his feet and took off at an exhausted run. It was far from a sprint, but the man wasn't slacking. He was just... incredibly unfit. R'nya gave a sigh through his nose and climbed tidily to his feet. Jogging down the field, he noticed the easy grace of the brownriders, and several of the blue. He noticed the way they threw looks at the struggling greens, but made no move to assist them. He'd also noticed one brownrider's clumsy stumble, and the way two blues had snickered under their breath.

This wing needed a lot of work.

"Walk it off!"

His voicing of words, after over thirty minutes of watching the various rider's comply with his orders, could have been lost in the huffing, puffing and swearing of the men and women in his wing, but it appeared the majority had been waiting for them. As they complied, hands clamping stitches or simply resting on hips, R'nya walked a cool down himself, watching the others go through the motions for several minutes.Finally, R'nya raised a hand and indicated that they should come to him.

"I am disappointed in you, gentlemen." Some of them were fidgeting, a few looked ready to collapse, while others stood tall and proud. Pale, stormy eyes passed over each individual, pointedly including the three women in his statement - one had had a smirk twisting her lips, which quickly vanished; their gender would win them no relaxation of rules from him and there weren't enough of them for him to feel it worth the breath to include their gender in the statement. There was no point in sugar coating his statement, and R'nya watched their expressions with interest, though his features gave little away.

"No one asked if they should remove their dragon's flight straps. Do you often leave your beast strapped while you are otherwise occupied?" He didn't allow time for anyone to speak up in answer,  "No one asked if they should warm up before sprinting several lengths." Some of them had managed several rounds before he called a halt; several of the greenriders had barely managed three.

"Several of you are weyrmates, are you not?" He was well aware of which pairings D'ren had given to him, and he met the eye of each rider in question, watching their expressions. "Do you often stand back and watch your partner struggle?" A small pause, and one of R'nya's eyebrows arched slightly, now speaking to the group at large. "Did your Weyrlingmaster's teach you to mock your wingmates?" R'nya's expression faded back into neutral as his eyebrows lowered. "I will not tolerate stupidity, laziness or insubordination. However, I am not unfair. I am aware several of you have held various positions of rank throughout your lives as dragonriders - both before and after the Plague." He watched with inner amusement as several riders flinched at the taboo word. "There are ways to display your talents without stepping on toes and I would like to see a little more initiative, gentlemen!"

Pausing to let the wingriders take in those words, R'nya bespoke his dragon: Take their dragons for a fly. Nothing exciting. Just fly to the far boundary of the Ranges and back. Even the laziest one should be able to do that with little issue.

Yes, sir. Xyreith turned his gaze upon the dragons, broadening his mental reach to include each of them. We are to fly to the Eastern border and back. No exuberance. In the air, and in basic formation. Let's go! Pushing off from the ground, Xyreith extended his wings, pulling against gravity to take to the air first, gaze linked with R'nya's so the man could feed him instructions as required. Such as for that green! Larrikith! Xyreith's voice was a stern bark of displeasure, though R'nya was fed the shock the bronze felt at the way the dragon used between to appear in the air and hover smugly.

Leave her behind. Tell her she is to practice the art of take off until you get back. Take off, three wingbeats, land and repeat. Yes, sir. Xyreith repeated the instructions, watching as the tiny green bristled before ignoring her and eyeing off the basic formation the riderless dragons had formed. You. Xyreith turned his attention on Ayyonth at a prompt from R'nya. His voice was audible to the entire dragon wing; Mate or wing? The bronze waited mildly for the answer, interested to see the answer he'd receive, particularly after his bonded's question a moment previous to the assorted riders. How many dragons had been listening through their humans? How many dragons had more brains than their human counterpart? I am enjoying today, he commented slyly to R'nya, who ignored him.

"Ignore them." R'nya commanded, reclaiming the attention of several distracted riders as they realised something was going on with the dragons, who were still in full riding straps. R'nay didn't actually believe they needed to have them removed at present, especially since he knew most of those before him fluttered around the Weyr without them. It would do the dragons good to get used to wearing them more often than not once more. He'd get T'shiro to run a check on them all before they split for the evening; R'nya wasn't a betting man, but he knew he'd win if he bet on most of them needing to be remade - badly. "Tell me, gentlemen, how you plan to improve the function of this wing."

R'nya's expression clearly indicated he knew exactly how he was going to transform the mismatched collection of lazy would-be riders into a functioning wing. It also clearly indicated he wanted them to show the initiative he'd previously told them he wanted to see. A glance to T'shiro was given to keep the Second silent. He didn't want to hear what his Second thought they should do; he'd talk to him later about his ideas. For now, he wanted to see how many of these kids were full of hot air, how many were truly lazy, and how many actually had a head on their shoulders worth keeping for when Thread fell.


[sup]Good lord, sorry for the novel :| R'nya had a lot to say >_>

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While dragonriders put into action the commands they'd been given, T'shiro's breath became a inward sigh to himself. Though the man's eyes did not soften on them, T'shiro found himself unable to blame those who returned looks of distaste. Not only did he typically abhor feeling as though he should be distinguished in any way beyond the rest of his fellow riders, but it was only natural for some to not want to acknowledge a change in leadership, even when there could be found respectable talent from many dragonriders. No, he could not fault others for being human in nature, but they would all have to adjust to the new wing assignments accordingly.

Likewise, T'shiro accepted the fact that he would have to work to earn the wing's respect; by the looks of it, he would possibly have to work harder than any of them to be able to fulfill such a tall order. Let it not be misconstrued however, that 'pleasing' others other than his superiors was in no way akin to garnering respect by them.


Before it was his turn to join in the activities, T'shiro considered how the wing was starting off. Their running, their pushups, their breathing, the looks in their eyes. Few had come here truly prepared. Indeed, they could have spent much more time warming up and stretching properly -heck grab a cup of klah while you're at it- but Thread did not wait for anyone or anything. Thread did not wait for stretches. Thread did not care if breakfast got cold. And what if Thread had come to them on this morning? Allowing the wing to struggle in this way now, was by far more effective in making them realize that if Threadfall came at this point in time, many dragonriders' lives would be wasted needlessly. That is something Katila could not afford.

As R'nya joined the exercises, T'shiro followed suit. Taking up a position only a pace or so away from where a couple of the sorry-looking greens had lined up for their exercises.  Momentarily, the Bronzerider was on the ground doing push-ups before returning lightly to his feet, taking off at a run, remaining ever mindful of those around him.

Seeing his wingmates to pick themselves back up a few times as they stumbled, as he went, T'shiro began to recognize when they'd begun to reach their limits.  Almost everyone had begun to tire.  It was good to see that there were a few who hadn't quite yet reached that point.

When R'nya called for a cease in their activities, T'shiro joined him, standing beside the Winglead and a respectful step back of him at standard attention.
As the dragons took off to the skies, T'shiro didn't flinch to find out why; he'd told Crucluith to be ready for any orders from Xyreith and such a command would be the only reason Cru would take off without him -or at least without saying anything. Presently, there was no need for any more reason than that.
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S'kef wasn't in the shape he'd been in before his illness, that much was certain. But he sure as shells wasn't in the worst shape in the wing. As he trotted to slow stop and looked around, he was pleased to see his adorable little J'ver doing surprisingly well. S'kef didn't think well of greenriders and he knew his own little pet was awfully dainty at times, but J'ver had put in far more effort than S'kef expected. While others sprawled on the grass or rubbed their aching sides, S'kef wiped some sweat from his forehead and walked over to J'ver.

"Look at you," S'kef whispered affectionately as he leaned in close, trying to disguise the affectionate gesture as a conspiratorial whisper rather than what it truly was. He still wasn't comfortable displaying his affection for the greenrider publicly, though he knew being openly gentle towards a greenrider would help his reputation. He'd spent too long maintaining that he didn't like the affections of other men to go back on that now, at least not without great embarrassment. Still, he allowed himself the briefest of tender moments as he lifted J'ver's chin and wiped his brow. "You're the best of your kind, just like always," the brownrider purred. Then, as he heard the wingleader's call, he turned and walked in, not bothering to wait on J'ver. The little spitfire could walk a straight line on his own, unlike these other slobs.

As he approached, S'kef found himself both amused and impressed. The wingleader had relayed ordered to the wingsecond, who snarled at them all to be obeyed without pause; yet now, the wingleader scolded them all for not making the logical pauses. S'kef had certainly puzzled at the lack of stretches. He was certain others had been, as well. R'nya's points were all good, but it didn't mean much to wingriders who'd been caught between logic and fairness on one side and abrupt, callous orders on the other. It amused S'kef, who'd seen plenty of leaders put new wings in such a position just to keep them on their toes.

If it was bad for anyone, it was bad for T'shiro. He was the one growling, after all.

Now, the comment on initiative left S'kef uncertain. He'd have loved to point out any number of things, but he didn't want to look too eager. He was eager, but looking too eager was an amateur mistake. He didn't want to suck up and point out anything that the wingleader already had, either.

Still, he recognized a test when he saw one.

While deadly serious in his pursuits, the brownrider found himself tingling with delight at the game.

He waited a moment, giving the blowhards a chance to bark before offering a salute and stepping forward. "Wingleader," he said in polite acknowledgement, neither overly rigid nor casual. "I would recommend individual evaluations and skill assessment." They were clearly a diverse group, with some in much better shape than others and all with differing weaknesses. That's how he would have started.

Of course, if R'nya was as smart as he seemed, he'd already be doing that in his head.

S'kef paid no attention to Tyrrisath, who took off quietly with the others. Tyrrisath still had his riding straps on, but damned if they weren't perfect.

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Written By: SunsetWay
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J’ver wasn’t in the best of conditions by the time the order came to cease torturing themselves. By the time he had hit the ground to start the second set of push-ups, the greenrider was ready to lie there and not get up. He didn’t give in, however, knowing he had more to prove as a greenrider but he also didn’t want to disappoint S’kef again. He pushed through somehow, on thin shaking arms before continuing into the running again. He finished near the end and suspected a good chunk of the wing had lapped him at some point but it didn’t matter. He hadn’t fallen to his knees in a pitiful display of weakness though he currently wasn’t sure if he was breathing given how it hurt when he attempted to and his vision spun a bit.

“I know,” J’ver whispered to S’kef’s quietly spoken praise that earned a faint smile that exhaustion quickly wiped away. He straightened at R’nya’s call and S’kef walking away and J’ver did his best to look like he wasn’t stumbling with each forced step to join the rest. J’ver didn’t see the point in asking if they should remove the flight straps. They were at a wing practice. What sharding good would it do to either show up without straps or to take them off every time they dismounted for a jog or a piss? He barely contained the eye roll that wanted to be set free but thankfully his still ragged breathing helped keep his focus on other things.

He couldn’t say he was too fond in the way they were being insulted by a man that couldn’t directly speak his instructions to earlier but let his eager to please lackey jump right in. Show initiative? How were they to do that when they were to obey their leaders and become one group of one mind and goal? If anything, T’shiro should have been blamed for following his own directions too literally without having them all do some light warm-ups. He couldn’t recall seeing R’nya or T’shiro doing so either. If nothing else, they were leading by example and showed warming-up wasn’t needed and the wing was all good boys – why were there girls in the wing? Send them back to the crèche – that trusted their leaders implicitly.

His icy gaze turned for a moment from R’nya to see what the dragons were up to as they began to take off. He was proud of the form Rilaleeyth had held during his work-out and enjoyed her light encouragement as he went. She was always a steady companion and perhaps his biggest champion though S’kef’s praise always lifted him that much more. His bright green took off with an easy grace and easily took up her place in the formation, mindful of those around her. She would do well, for now, J’ver knew though he suspected once the dragon’s true training began, Rilaleeyth would be flown ragged and her timid nature would kick in all the more while the bronzes yelled at her. They would deal with that later, he supposed, and let his attention drift back to R’nya for the bronzerider to pose a question.

How did he plan to improve the function of the wing? That was easy; new leadership. R’nya was going to have his hands full considering a few of the greens and blues he was overseeing and so far. While he sounded strong with his pretty words, J’ver didn’t think the man would actually be able to handle the pressure. B’jin alone would be enough to break even D’ren with his selfish ways, not to mention how unfit the man clearly was and that was saying something coming from J’ver, also sweating far too much and panting. How he hated physical labour!

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Written By: ThistleProse
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He knew he should be walking it off, like R'nya said. But B'jin didn't care. The moment the bronzerider called for a halt, B'jin collapsed where he'd stumbled to a stop, flinging both arms over his burning face. The greenrider was dying, and though he was still managing to process his breathing in a manner that was paying off, his side was on fire with a stitch and every Faranth sharding muscle in his body was burning.

A light kick to his thigh from another greenrider had B'jin lower one arm just barely to stare up balefully at the other man. A jerk of the other greenrider's head had B'jin groaning and struggling back to his feet, staggering over to the group and slumping inelegantly at R'nd's feet. Protocol could be damned. His face was burning, but the greenrider was currently too wrapped up in his own misery to make a big deal about the fact that he was mortified. He'd be mortified later. When he could function again. That'd probably be in about six decades.

B'jin leaned his head back against R'nd's thighs, staring with exhausted, depressed eyes up at R'nya as their Wingleader told them everything they'd done wrong. B'jin didn't say a word as the bronzerider went off on his tangent of All Things Done Wrong, but the greenrider did shrink in on himself when Weyrmates were brought up, partly out of horror as the assumed status of himself and R'nd being pointed out, and partly because he knew R'nd hadn't done badly - he had, and while they knew they weren't weyrmated, everyone else thought they were, and that meant everyone else would think badly of his friend, because B'jin was so damned useless.

The next line B'jin picked up on had him shrinking further in on himself - stupidity? Laziness? Insubordination? Was D'ren trying to get him dropped between? While B'jin wasn't actually stupid - far from it, in fact, he was incredibly intelligent - the greenrider was certainly lazy and thoroughly enjoyed pressing the buttons of his superiors. A soft groan escaped as a breathy sigh and he tilted his head back, peering up at R'nd from under his mop of far too long, disgustingly damp hair with a pathetically sad expression.

Larri? B'jin's attention flashed solidly to his dragon, frowning as the green dragon gave a hiss of displeasure and promptly landed again, puffed up indignantly as she glared hotly up at Xyreith. Bastard! Larrikith hissed to B'jin alone, still glaring up at Xyreith. The unasked question from her rider was answered in the same hissing outrage from her mind voice. He's making me practice take off! B'jin's lips pursed as he fought the sudden desire to laugh, a desire that only intensified as Larrikith started throwing insults at him. Serves you right. B'jin returned smugly, returning his attention to R'nya... in time for S'kef to take the centre stage.

'Individual evaluations and skill assessment'... that sounded like pure torture. Which, coming from S'kef, was undoubtedly the entire point. The man was all about torturing him... everyone. But mostly him. Having heard the statements made moments ago by R'nya, and determined to actually act intelligent rather than his usual loopy self, B'jin refrained from glowering at R'nya... and instead glowered at his knees.

Larrikith, perched indignantly and angrily on the ground under the hovering dragons, puffed up in rage when Xyreith targeted Ayyonth. Don't bother, she spat, the comment spoken to Ayyonth, but designed for Xyreith. She hissed viciously before springing into the air, and hovering for three beats, before landing once more. The entire time, she didn't take her burning gaze from Xyreith. That bronze was going to pay for this indignity!

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R’nd slowed out of his sprint until he was down to a walk and he stretched his arms and legs as he went until the call to gather came. He was breathing harder than he would have liked though that was his fault for both being a bit out of shape and pushing himself more than he likely needed to for a first practice. But he wanted to show he was a hard worker and while he still didn’t have a clear image of R’nya in mind just yet, he didn’t want to disappoint the man that was now his wingleader. One deep breath after the other and he was starting to cool down, just in time to hear how they fared, and it didn’t seem too well.

When B’jin came over and slumped against him, R’nd found himself wanting to do nothing more than drop to the ground and hug the man, reassure him that the worst was over for now. It was a little odd but at the same time he had always had a need to look after his friends and this didn’t seem any different. But when he was called out for not helping B’jin during the exercises like he had thought about doing, R’nd suddenly felt like a failure. He tried to smile reassuringly every time he caught movement indicating B’jin was about to glance up at him but he frowned in silent contemplation otherwise. He should have helped in some way, even kept pace with B’jin. What kind of friend, and not-weyrmate was he? He knew the reason he had given, believing his friend’s pride wouldn’t want the help but did that matter after all? R’nd suspected R’nya had the right of it. How could he leave someone, anyone, behind struggling?

Right then, R’nd suddenly didn’t care about protocol or if he’d get in trouble as he gave into the temptation of moments earlier and carefully dropped to his knees behind B’jin. He wrapped his arms lightly around the greenrider and whispered by his ear in a shaky voice full of shame for not being there for him, “I’m sorry, B’jin.” If nothing else, he’d be his friend’s pillar of strength – though that strength was currently questionable with how hard he was pushing himself – until they were dismissed for the day and B’jin could take his leave from him, the selfish bluerider only concerned about his own image. He let his arms drop away, worried B’jin wouldn’t want to be held and shifted enough that he could at least lightly rub his palm in circles over his friend’s back. Whether it would help relax him or not was hard to say but he had to try and do something, especially since he had also forgotten water and couldn’t offer any to someone who clearly wouldn’t mind it.

R’nd spared only a glance to the dragons taking off, knowing Ayyonth would relay anything out of the ordinary, though it came far sooner than he thought. When he was told Larrikith was being signalled out for her unique way of taking off, R’nd still resisted turning to see the dragons. R’nya might now have him on the ground with B’jin but he still deserved the respect of his attention being fully on him. It was hard to do when Ayyonth answered Xyreith’s question without hesitation. Larrikith is my mate and in my wing. I would never leave her behind. The stupid dragon was showing him up! Not really, R’nd knew, since Ayyonth spoke his mind when and how he wanted to but at least one half of them looked good. He hoped.

Ayyonth knew Larrikith would be touched but also yell at him later for going back to her but as he said, he wouldn’t leave her behind. She was a grown dragon and didn’t need coddling but he didn’t like seeing her in any sort of pain and humiliation counted as a sort of pain in his books, at least with Larrikith. R’nd was fun to tease and humiliate with the right crowd, same with some of his clutchmates but that was neither here nor there. He landed near Larrikith and took off when she did, hovering for three wing beats and then lowering again. It was good practice and exercise regardless of how perfect a takeoff was and Ayyonth saw no shame in joining her.

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Written By: ThistleProse
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The young bronzerider watched mutely as the men and women he had been assigned slowly formed up before him. Some, he already had no hope for, though he made no indication that that was the case as he watched riders both stand at attention, and collapse at the feet of their fellows. So long as he had and maintained their attention, R'nya let it slide for the time being. They were too spread all over the spectrum to expect them to all stand before him as he would have been expecting before their exercises began. They would learn, and he would teach (and, undoubtedly, learn himself) as the turn progressed. For now, however, he was content to let them sit when doing so would undoubtedly bring him more of their attention than trying to keep them on their feet.

While a couple offered a few ideas and opinions, most of the wing chose to stay silent, either meeting his gaze or pointedly looking at the ground to avoid being called attention upon. Again, R'nya let it lie, for now, as he instead stoically took in the opinions of the brownriders that stepped forward. He noted both bronzeriders kept their opinions to himself - T'shiro because he had required it of his Second, and M'bal because he appeared to be content scowling at R'nya. The bronzerider had no idea what he'd done to receive the other man's displeasure, but it wasn't a hard conclusion to draw that it was the title he now carried.

The movement of S'kef called R'nya's wandering attention back to course, though all the wing would see would be a slowly shifting gaze of blue-grey eyes as he changed their focus to be from travelling over his fellow riders to focusing on S'kef himself. An eyebrow arched slightly to indicate the other man should speak, and nodded slightly when he stated something intelligent. While R'nya hadn't made a comment on, or given any indication of emotion towards Brownrider Stox or Brownrider05's contributions, he'd found them less than insightful. He wasn't surprised the ex-Weyrsecond actually had a head on his shoulders, though he again made no comment beyond a slight inclining of his head.

"It would seem the dragons are as full of team spirit as their riders are." R'nya's voice was mild, and neither here nor there as he spoke. Indicating that they should all turn their attention to the beasts, he watched with interest as the blue and green continued their exercises, while the rest hovered. Turning back to his wing, R'nya let his gaze travel over each of their faces, watching their features and noting reactions before resting on the two men bonded to the dragons in question. Curled up together, and both visibly albeit individually, shamed. The bronzerider gave a short nod again, and lifted his gaze to include the entire wing.

"Gentlemen. We are going to learn to function as a team," a small pause and he indicated for Xyreith to have all the dragons land, a command the bronze passed on, also calling halt to the task Larrikith and Ayyonth were taking part in, and any of those who might have seen fit to join them. "In the mean time, individual assessment," a nod of acknowledgement was given to S'kef, "will be conducted in the evenings over the course of the next several days. Bulletins will be posted to indicate time and grouping. They will occur at my hut."

Pausing for a moment to let that sink in, R'nya let Xyreith dismiss the dragons, the beasts settling at their leisure; the bronze walked with great dignity to stand behind his rider, watching the little humans with obvious amusement. "You are dismissed. I suggest several of you take the time to stretch, or you will be incredibly sore very shortly." A soft, tolerant amusement touched on his tone there, eyes glancing over several of the collapsed men. And bathe, Xyreith added, for R'nya alone, his tone bored. The stench of sweaty human is overwhelming. R'nya pursed his lips to refrain from smiling.


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