(PTM) Launch One

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== Important Characters ==
Read the Dragonnel Files for more in-depth information!
Commander Seahorse - The SeaWing in charge of the whole operation.
[REDACTED] - Nicknamed "The Founder", he is a Rain-Sea hybrid animus who helped power PTM's rockets.
Captain Komodo - The SandWing CO and head pilot of the PTMS Ambassador. 
Lieutenant Acorn - He is a LeafWing who is the second-in-command of the PTMS Ambassador.
== Story ==
==== Prologue ====
Two years ago...
"So."
"So."
"It's true? You're an animus?"
"I guess so. I'm an animus."
"Hm."
Commander Seahorse wrote down a note on the small piece of paper in front of him. The rumors are true. He looked back up at the small hybrid dragonet and asked another question.
"Is.. you know, your soul okay? I don't want to have any crazy dragons on my base."
"No, no. I haven't really... done anything big."
The green dragonet stood up a bit straighter in his chair.
"So you can really do anything you want?"
"Yep." he said, flexing one of his talons. A few of his scales turned a bright gold, which was always strange to see. He'd been a part of the organization for the better part of a year, but Seahorse found it odd that the SeaWing-looking dragonet could change his scale colors. It didn't look natural. But he brushed it off and went back to asking questions.
"So... does that mean you can... help us with the Project?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know that everything is going downhill. We're losing our funding and royal support, we haven't gotten anywhere with our research in the past few years-"
"Actually, the Hurler worked pretty well." he interjected.
"Oh, shut up."
He looked at Seahorse with a wounded expression.
"S-sorry. You know what I mean. We haven't had any real progress with getting to our goal."
"I hear you. So why do you need me?"
"Well, you're an animus."
"Yes. Oh, wait a second. I see what you want now."
"Yeah..."
"You want me to use my power to build you a rocket."
"Before you say no-"
"I'm in."
"Bu- wait, what?"
"I'm in. I'll help you build a rocket."
"Are you sure? It's a pretty big enchantment... your soul..."
"My soul will be fine. My father taught me how to keep it intact."
"Well, if you're sure... we've got plans."
The dragonet practically lit up with enthusiasm, shifting in his chair.
"The engineers got this idea to build a rocket that's entirely powered by animus magic. No cactus, no pressurized air, nothing. Magic will provide propulsion, oxygen, and anything else the crew might need."
"Sounds great. What can I do?"
"Well, their plans involved these special "power cells" that we'd load onto the rocket to power it."
He looked through the office window to the launchpad outside, then turned back to the commander.
"Do you have one of these cells with you?"
"Uh, I don't, but I can get one."
"Please, do."
"If you're sure about this."
The commander got up from his seat and walked over to the door. He stepped out and scanned the hallway. There we go. He spotted a MudWing wearing a blue helmet, just like the dragonet sitting in his office. He was one of the engineers.
"Hey, MudWing."
"Uhh, what can I do for ya, sir?"
"You know Mountain?"
"I do."
"Excellent. Can you go down and grab him? Tell him to bring up a power cell."
"Yes, sir." said the MudWing, and he immediately started running down the hall toward the stairwell.
Today was a day that was going to change the direction of dragon history forever.
=== Part One: Sand and Leaves ===
==== Chapter 1 ====
Acorn stepped out of the barracks. Today was the day.
"Morning, Acorn." said a voice next to him.
"Good morning, sir."
It was Komodo, the Ambassador's commander. 
"You excited?"
"Yes... excited enough."
"What's the issue?"
"Just nervous."
"Well, let's go get some breakfast. Maybe that'll help."
"Okay, sir."
Komodo started down the hallway. Acorn shut the door behind him and followed.
Acorn had practically memorized this route, he had walked it so many times before. But this would be his last time, at least for a few days. Down the stairwell, past the storage closet, around the corner, and down the concrete steps.
"Get us a table. I'll get the food."
"Alright, sir."
"Stop calling me 'sir'. We're not on a mission."
"Okay..." Acorn almost said 'sir' again. I better get it together. Komodo can get me off the expedition team. Acorn thought nervously.
Shaking his head, Acorn looked around, then found a clean table on the upper viewing deck. He sat down and looked through the small viewing port in the wall. It wasn't much of a window. It was so short that he wouldn't even be able to fit his head through. But for good reason. The rocket was using a brand-new power cell. If something were to go wrong, then the dragons on the cafeteria's viewing deck wouldn't be hit by flying debris.
Maybe I shouldn't be thinking about this, especially on launch day.
But what if something did go wrong?
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