Mission Accomplished [Dated to July 9th]

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They had spent the night at the IPD outpost, and the sunrise didn't shed any light on the events of the previous day. It was likely that nothing ever would. Especially on the singing. But they had successfully located and secured a dragon - one that hadn't exploded so far - and whether it made any sense or not was immensely irrelevant

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[sir_samuel]

By now Vimes was used to people walking into his office in various states of tatters. Both Ankh-Morpork and Tabula Rasa had a penchant for throwing some, for lack of a better way of putting it, really weird stuff at his squad. Torn shirts were nothing compared to temporal distortions or officers showing up in their underwear.*

But Austin always had to top even the usual brand of crazy. For a few moments, Vimes could only stare.

And then the dragon (which at first looked like any other dragon he had ever seen) tried to eat his pencil. "...What the hell is that?"

*Or naked. One of the downsides to being able to transform as werewolves and vampires did was the embarassing business of changing back. Angua was forced to carry around a spare change of clothes to avoid such incidents, and Sally regularly showed up in the office in an underwire nightgown.** The male members of the Watch had long ago learned the hard way not to comment

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The T-1000 used the spare few moments to take his sunglasses off, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the unblocked light, before setting a gaze on the Commander.

"That's a dragon. An Errol, specifically," he explained helpfully, gesturing at the name tag on the lizard's collar. "And he's not fugly," he added, for protocol's sake. He didn't care about Dean's input on the subject. "Do I need to fill out some kind of dragon acquisition report?"

He hoped not. The very prospect made him wince. Besides, the dragon was meant for Mrs. Vimes, along with any paperwork that went with him.

[sir_samuel]

"...Dragon acquisition report? Wait- wait- Did you say Errol?" Vimes didn't know what 'fugly' meant, but he had a pretty good idea.

It was a pretty apt description for the suddenly very familiar dragon who was now watching him with inquisitive and - dare he say it - friendly eyes. Errol had recognized him before he recognized Errol.

"...That's Errol?"

[skybot_snd]

Good. The Commander was apparently too distracted by the dragon to make him fill out any paperwork.

"You know Errol? Angua said he was a hero on the Disc." He reached over to scratch the small dragon behind the... vaguely ear-shaped thing attached to his head. Errol was the one single lizards that the T-1000 didn't mind much. In fact, he kind of liked him. "He saved us too, from a pack of big fu--raptors."