reworking of prompt Hero to fic proper
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strongheartmaidIlona glared up at Z'neth, her hands on her hips. She hated being smaller then him (he had about a good foot on her - her being a dainty five feet even [five foot two if in heels] and his being a much taller six feet), which meant she had to tilt her head back at an uncomfortable angle. "I'm telling you, Z'neth, for the last time, I'm far too busy in the lab to be out and about playing babysitter for a bunch of unruly future dragonators that you're desperate to pawn off on people." She was not at all willing to give up precious research time just to play babysitter for children [it wasn't that she didn't like children - she did, she just didn't like the children being tossed at her without warning].
"Sorry, Princess," he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "But you're the only one that I could find that has nothing important.."
"Oh, and doing reads on those chunks of amber to make sure there's no bugz in them isn't important?" she snapped, cutting him off. "Just because you're Dragon Force One does not automatically make you my superior." She let out a particularly exasperated huff. "I have work in the labs that's at a completely critical stage."
"Ilona," he sighed. "This isn't a request."
~
Ilona sighed quietly as she walked with the students, wishing again that she was back in the comfort of her labs. All she knew is that Z'neth was clearly going to owe her for a long time since these little future dragonators were pressing every one of her buttons of her now currently limited patience. Her hand shot out and grabbed the back of the shirt of one of the boys. "I said stay close," she said, her tone sharp.
"Miss Ilona?" one of the girls called. "Can you come here?"
"Yes, Ritva?" she answered, quickly making her way over when she heard the sound of fear coloring the girl's voice. Ilona's blue-violet eyes widened at what she was seeing. This clearly was not a good sign. "Ritva, I want you and Nikodemus to gather the rest of the students, can you do that?" she asked, trying to figure out how the hell to get help.
Ritva nodded and quickly raced to get her twin brother to help her wrangle the other students. She looked at her twin and nodded - hopefully, Miss Ilona wouldn't be too mad that they had borrowed Aunt Katja's Vox Box (especially since they knew the Vox Box could connect to some of the other Dragonators and that would be good since Miss Ilona could use the help).
Ilona watched to make sure the students had managed to get into a hiding spot. A grim expression crossed her features as she studied the sheer number of gremwings that had managed to get into Airlandis. She'd have to see if Orac could add a new layer of alarm to their systems to easily alert the Dragonators should this happen again - something that she hoped would never happen again. She let out a pained hiss as one of the gremwings bit her on the arm.
Nikodemus pulled his twin close to him as they hunkered down in the small room they had found. He quietly fished out their aunt's Vox Box and looked at her, waiting for her judgement call. He was of the opinion that they should have called Aunt Katja the moment they had spotted the gremwings in this area. At Ritva's nod, he flipped the thing on, waiting for one of the Dragonators to answer.
Ilona stood outside their bolthole, her blue-violet eyes fixed on the gremwings. She had to protect the children - she had to. They were her responsiblity and she wasn't about to let anything happen to them. Her arms were littered with their bites but she wasn't going to back down. The approaching sound caught her attention and she glanced up. A grateful smile crossed her features before she crumpled to the ground [or would have, had not for Z'neth shooting down to catch her before her head hit the ground].
"Sorry, Princess," he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "But you're the only one that I could find that has nothing important.."
"Oh, and doing reads on those chunks of amber to make sure there's no bugz in them isn't important?" she snapped, cutting him off. "Just because you're Dragon Force One does not automatically make you my superior." She let out a particularly exasperated huff. "I have work in the labs that's at a completely critical stage."
"Ilona," he sighed. "This isn't a request."
~
Ilona sighed quietly as she walked with the students, wishing again that she was back in the comfort of her labs. All she knew is that Z'neth was clearly going to owe her for a long time since these little future dragonators were pressing every one of her buttons of her now currently limited patience. Her hand shot out and grabbed the back of the shirt of one of the boys. "I said stay close," she said, her tone sharp.
"Miss Ilona?" one of the girls called. "Can you come here?"
"Yes, Ritva?" she answered, quickly making her way over when she heard the sound of fear coloring the girl's voice. Ilona's blue-violet eyes widened at what she was seeing. This clearly was not a good sign. "Ritva, I want you and Nikodemus to gather the rest of the students, can you do that?" she asked, trying to figure out how the hell to get help.
Ritva nodded and quickly raced to get her twin brother to help her wrangle the other students. She looked at her twin and nodded - hopefully, Miss Ilona wouldn't be too mad that they had borrowed Aunt Katja's Vox Box (especially since they knew the Vox Box could connect to some of the other Dragonators and that would be good since Miss Ilona could use the help).
Ilona watched to make sure the students had managed to get into a hiding spot. A grim expression crossed her features as she studied the sheer number of gremwings that had managed to get into Airlandis. She'd have to see if Orac could add a new layer of alarm to their systems to easily alert the Dragonators should this happen again - something that she hoped would never happen again. She let out a pained hiss as one of the gremwings bit her on the arm.
Nikodemus pulled his twin close to him as they hunkered down in the small room they had found. He quietly fished out their aunt's Vox Box and looked at her, waiting for her judgement call. He was of the opinion that they should have called Aunt Katja the moment they had spotted the gremwings in this area. At Ritva's nod, he flipped the thing on, waiting for one of the Dragonators to answer.
Ilona stood outside their bolthole, her blue-violet eyes fixed on the gremwings. She had to protect the children - she had to. They were her responsiblity and she wasn't about to let anything happen to them. Her arms were littered with their bites but she wasn't going to back down. The approaching sound caught her attention and she glanced up. A grateful smile crossed her features before she crumpled to the ground [or would have, had not for Z'neth shooting down to catch her before her head hit the ground].
