Burning Skies Saloon Side Quest: The Chase

[N-Sunderland]

*gets on his favourite spot on the Goldfish, on top of the roof behind the helm*

I've always loved the view from up here. It's also a pretty great spot to jump down from. I've got quick access to the hull, guns, balloon, helm, and to a certain extent, the engines.

[Skyraider]

Today we sail! Into the breach, dear friends!
*Draws his sword and cuts the rope holding his ship to the dock*
Onward, and everyone keep ye eyes peeled, I hate being ambushd'.

[Sgt. Spoon]

*Stands on the stern deck, joins in the shouting*

To Sarin it is!

[Psyran]

Fair winds and following... erm... guess that phrase doesn't apply if we're not in the sea. Fair winds work...

Well, hell... um, Drink up!! My phrases get better the more you drink.

[Wazulu]

*Wazulu looks up into the skies, waving away the ships. Roland stands next to him*

(W): Hmm, Roland, how many do you think will survive?
(R):....
(W):What do you mean you hope Yiski dies!? Without him we wouldn't have the Burning Skies and......

*pause*

(W): you'd be in line to own it if he kicked the bucket!

*heading back to the bar*

I'm watching you Roland, there's more to this Birdman mission than meets the eye.

[Yiski]

And so our unlikely adventurers head off toward Sarin. The will be arriving in Sarin within the next day.

Of course, this doesn't mean all will be smooth sailing.

[N-Sunderland]

Smooth sailing or not, I'm ready for it. This ship isn't sinking as long as the hull is within jumping range.

[Yiski]

---Narrator---

**It's been a few hours since our group of misfits have set sailed for the city of Sarin**
**Most of the trip has gone in relative silence**
**Yiski begins to get restless**

---End Narrator---

--On We didn't survive--

*Yiski looks to Zill*

Well at this rate, I suspect we'll get to Sarin during the evening. I haven't to Sarin before, heard not many people live there. You know anything about it?

[BdrLineAzn]

*As he watches his mates leaves the docks, a thought comes across BdrLineAzn*

*thought* wait how did birdman knew which flare gun to get at that auction. All information on that gun is on a small pamphlet at the Imperial Library. Spoon knew about this since he had a man insi.....*

*He quickly leaves towards his docks to inform that others on what he realized.

*10 miutes later at BdrLineAzn's personal docks*

*still in thought* well good time to use this

*turns on the long range trasmitter and dials in both ships frequencies.*

Testing, testing. Zill, Sky can you all hear me

[Skyraider]

*Horrible static comes over the radio*
Ya ya! I he.. .. barely! Horri... weat.er! Maj.r st.rms! We ar. fin.! Do.t y. wor.y!
*Turns off radio and turns to his crew*
I cannot pick up anything on this blasted radio! The weather is affecting our forms of communication, any ideas?

[RearAdmiralZill]

---Narrator---

**It's been a few hours since our group of misfits have set sailed for the city of Sarin**
**Most of the trip has gone in relative silence**
**Yiski begins to get restless**

---End Narrator---

--On We didn't survive--

*Yiski looks to Zill*

Well at this rate, I suspect we'll get to Sarin during the evening. I haven't to Sarin before, heard not many people live there. You know anything about it?

*Remains fixated on the sky ahead*

Yea ive been there a few spells. Great stop-gap of youre headed further south. Dont try learning the dialect though. Even the locals dont understand themselves. No docks though so we will need to find some cliffs to park on. *Takes in a breath* On second thought, we'll need to risk docking ourselves. Storm's too close.

*Horrendous static interrupts the conversation*

That friggen gasbag gave me a pile of crap! *Gives it a kick and hears BdrLine on the other end* Yea yea stop yellin'. Hows the booze?

[N-Sunderland]

*Horrible static comes over the radio*
Ya ya! I he.. .. barely! Horri... weat.er! Maj.r st.rms! We ar. fin.! Do.t y. wor.y!
*Turns off radio and turns to his crew*
I cannot pick up anything on this blasted radio! The weather is affecting our forms of communication, any ideas?

I can't have a look at it, I'm already stuck trying to keep the damn engines going under all this hail! I can try fixing it up if you're okay with stopping for a few minutes.

[BdrLineAzn]

BdrLineAzn's Docks

Damn, Zill was right about that sandstorm can't send a straight signal. hmm well if i can't reach them maybe i can dig up some information.

* switch frequencies on the transmitter*

Hey Niko you awake, i need a help with something

In the capital of Chang-ning at a manor, a Yeshan man around his twenties hears the radio and stumbles out of bed

Who the hell is calling at this hour *picks up the headset and hears Azn* Oh well looks who comes back from the dead but sure what do you need.

Docks

Well hello to ya *smirks a little* but can you go to the Imperial Library and find out who's been visiting there that is not a scholar.....you can..... thanks for that....ugg payment,ok i send you a barrel of Anvala's Finest......TWO!?!? fine ok. thanks again

*turns off the radio*

Now i hope Roland is willing to sell two barrels

*a wired machine on his desk starts printing out a message*

*BdrLine goes over and look*

Hmm looks like the dock master down at Sarin saw something that matches our discription. sigh hope that sandstorm blows over

[Psyran]

*puts on his goggles and wraps a bandana around his nose and mouth*

*makes a circuit, checking engines and components to ensure that the dust doesn't destroy something*

Did anyone happen to check the weather before we left? Oh right... old tech... not like they were able to predict anything, anyways...

[Papa Paradox]

*Papa P walks over to the Gatling gun at the bow, rests his carbine to the side and sits down with his mechanical legs hung over the edge.*

*He takes a flask and cigar from his jacket and takes a swig and lights up*

*Looking at Zill*

"Can we try and prevent any further mutilation of our bodies... For just one journey, creator knows we can't take much more after the last trip."

*Looking into the distance*

 "I mean, the wenches love the brass, but I'd like to keep the important bits intact."

*He said gripping his package protectively*

*He lets out a hearty laugh*