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The Skies have no Limit
Piemanlives:
For distant onlookers, it would seem as if Cathedral had launched a campaign of destruction, that wasn't necessarily the case but then again The Burren Rocket Race was one of those events that could head either way. On board their crafts the racers would never know what hit them......... at least, those who had the misfortune to use the engines provided by the competition that is.
Alex
"What the hell!"
In front of them, one of the other competitors had their engine blow and was beginning to spiral downward. It was lucky they along with most of the other competitors had rigged some sort of safety device just in case this happened. He thought it might be over when he saw another engine give way, this time however it caused them to slam straight into their neighbor.
Richard
"My god, Captain something's going on I think we should-
He took a look some where else, he deployed his head mounted scope and stared off at the distance.
Richard
"Captain, we have a situation!"
Alex
"Well, go on!"
Richard
"Captain that guard ship is loading a howitzer, and their aiming straight for us!"
Alex
"Shit! Richard drop to the ground, time to make use of this chain gun!"
--The Rocket Race Melee--
They realized that something was wrong with the race, something terribly wrong. Everywhere craft began to lose control, some managing to regain control, others plummeting to the sands below, including theirs.
"What the hell is this!?"
"I don't know ask someone else!"
"Who's there to ask!? You're the only other one on this ship!"
"Well no shi-"
They hadn't had time to finish their conversation as their craft hit the ground. soon however it skidded to a stop with the crew relatively unharmed.
Phillip
"This is the worst idea you've had since the bank Dominic."
Dominic
"Shut up, it was working then-
They looked up, craft were sabotaged, many managed to continue at a slower pace, some began diving towards destruction, others crashed into others. Travis was following behind in a skooter, and arrived not a moment too soon.
Travis
"Get in, we should warn the judges."
--Rocket Race--
Lorena
"Shit shit shit shit, we're all gonna die!"
For the past minute they had been dodging crafts and flying parts, however it seemed like eternity since it had all began.
Dalhia
"Take us below, we can avoid most of the mess but we'll still have to avoid falling parts!"
Lorena
"On it!"
Taking them below the rest, she saw her father fly off in another direction. What is he doing? It was the only thing she managed to ask herself before going back to the task at hand.
Gryphos:
--Rocket Race--
Michael could not hear Hector over the sound of the engines and continued on course. But he was just starting to notice the ship becoming more difficult to control. Just then, a small aircraft in front started to lose control, the engines on it were spluttering and it started to spin and rapidly decelerate.
Michael
"Crap."
He tried to make a sharp turn out of its way but the ship could not turn or stop fast enough and the aircraft collided with the ship's port side and made an explosion that almost engulfs Lionel and Kay. The force of the collision severely damages Michael's ship but did not destroy it, and, as the aircraft falls away, Michael hits the accelerator again and zooms ahead.
Hector
"Captain!!!"
Michael turned his head back for a second to check, before turning his head back ahead and calling back.
Michael
"What is it?!!"
Hector didn't even need to answer the question for Michael to get the point as, just then, one of the main engines exploded and sent Hector flying onto the main deck, almost falling off the ship had it not been for Lionel grabbing his arm.
The ship started to flail wildly as , all around him, Michael could see other ships' engines exploding too. Michael desperately struggled to keep the ship under control, but to no avail, as another main engine exploded and the ship hurtled towards a rock formation.
Michael again tried to turn to the right, but the ship continued to hurtle towards the cliff. The ship was flying straight towards it with its port side facing forward as Michael jumps off the helm and grabs his crew on deck.
Michael
"Get ready!"
Kay
"Ready for wh-"
The ship collided with the cliff just as Michael, Kay and Lionel leap from the ship, being hurled off it by the force and onto the cliff top. Hector followed suit but could not make the full jump and would have fallen to his death if not for Michael grabbing his hand.
The ship went up in a ball of flame, the force of which pushed Hector up over Michael's head and onto the cliff top. A burst of flame burned part of the right side of Michael's face, which he grasped in pain as the ship fell far beneath them into the ground and broke apart.
--Starting Line--
Gareth's heart sunk immensely as he watched Michael's collision through his spyglass. He could not see, at this distance, the figures of the crew on the tip of the formation, only the ball of fire that engulfed the ship.
Rest in peace Michael Caleb Deloshi, Lionel Harrison, Kay Reynold and Hector Theseus.
He put away his spyglass, his heart heavy with sudden shock and grief. While, all around him, spectators were calling and screaming and officials were furiously calling over radios, trying to work out what the hell was happening.
BdrLineAzn:
--Cathedral Airspace--
Hidden well inside a cloud, the Mystery Man's Galleon sits over looking the race and the mayhem. With a spyglass out, both he and the other Man look on.
Man
"Sir, is this your doing?"
Mystery Man
"Sadly, no. Looks like a racer that wanted to win this for himself I presume. No matter, this makes it easier for us. Through this carnage, we'll swoop in and retrieve the prototype engines."
Putting his glass away, the Mystery Man moves towards the helm of the ship and retrieves a radio.
Mystery Man
"Alright, you two know what to do, take out the guard ships and cause hell."
In a spread formation looking over and guarding the race proceedings, Cathedral Militia Ships are scrambling towards the downed racers. Little to they know two ships disguised in their colors just received word from the Mystery Man. The two ships, a Pyramidion and a Junker, turn and face their broadsides and fire away at the Militia ships.
On a rescue operation, a Cathderal Goldfish is already low enough to the ground and is about to start lifting the injured on their ships. Suddenly the ship rocks as the sounds of explosions hit the the idle ship.
Captain
"The Flak is shooting at us!"
Crewman
"Cap over there, in the distance. It looks like.... CAP TWO OF OUR OWN ARE FIRING AT US AND THE OTHERS."
Captain
"What!?! Smith give me the horn."
Another crewman runs up and hands the captain the ships radio.
Captain
"CMS Dogger and CMS Lightning hold your fire, I repeat hold your fire. You are shooting at a friendly ship. We have civilians on board dammit!"
After hearing the names of the ships, the man who gave the radio to the captain looks at him.
Crewman
"Sir, there is no ships in our Fleet with those names."
Startled the captain looks at him.
Captain
"What, you mean to say that those are impostors?"
Crewman
"Yes sir, and I think we need to jump ship, incoming another barrage!!"
Four more mercury shells hit the ship directly on the armor ripping it and damaging it's hull. With no initial time to react, the entire crew evacuate the whole ship and drop to the low ground below. The Goldfish was one of the lucky ones, as soon it was destroyed, the rest of the guarding ships fell out of the sky as they two had similar reactions as why two friendlies are shooting them until it is too late.
With the patrol out of the way, the Pyramidion and Junker turn to fire on the racers. What they didn't expect was one of them heading towards the Junker. On the radios the two enemy captains converse with eachother.
Enemy Junker
"Looks like someone is tryin to be a hero.
Enemy Pyramidion
"I see him, soften him up with your range guns, I'm turning to face my gating and mortar."
Enemy Junker
"Roger on that."
--Rocket Race--
In his winged craft, Courage madly moves the joystick in his hands to dodge the falling competitors. His focus shifted now from winning to not dying as he has his teeth grinding with one another and whittle knuckles from holding tightly the yoke.
BdrLine and the others were right, someone is sabotaging the race. THE FLAK!!! Oh man I wished he installed a radio in this thing so I can talk to him.
As he was dodging and in mid thought, one of the Militia ships fell right in front of him and Courage barely had enough time to bank right to miss it.
What hellhole did I got myself into?!"
Rocket Race Starting Line
BdrLine and Tommy watches on as the chaos ensues around them. Running up to them in exhaustion, Charles taps Bdr on the shoulder.
Charles
"Bdr *wheeze* race *wheeze* rigged *wheeze* were right. Man that was far."
Still looking at the panic, Bdr doesn't turn to Charles.
BdrLine
"I know, look."
Taking a deep breath, Charles looks up and a face of surprise comes upon him. He see flames and wreckage from the racers, and what surprises him even more are the destroyed Militia ships. As he was about to ask, he spots two Militia vessels still in the air, only thing odd is that one of them is firing at an incoming ship.
Charles
"Bdr look, I don't think those two ships are part of the force here."
BdrLine
"What, let me see."
Taking out a scope, he magnify to the maximum distance it can handle and looks at the two.
BdrLine
"Ok, a Pyra and a Junker, they look like the ships here. But, hold on what is that in the clouds."
Off in the distance, BdrLine sees a little glint inside a cloud far from the City. Turing his attention to that, he can almost see a ship outline. Squinting through the scope, all he can see is the broadside of the ship and a emblem. Even harder, he can almost focus on the emblem, once he gets a clear but blurry look at it, he drips the scope and has his mouth hanging.
BdrLine
"Oh no, don't tell me they are back."
Piemanlives:
--Outskirts of Cathedral--
Their small craft sped towards the not-so-militia-guard-ships, the chain gun was primed and ready, all they needed was a bit of support.
Alex
"Richard, pass me the flare gun!"
Richard
"Aye sir!"
He quickly passed him a small gun, he loaded it with a red flare, it would alert the Sky Runner to the threat and tell them what to do about it.
Alex
"Red for danger, blue for close in, green for all weapons go."
He fired it, the bright day didn't do much to diminish its brilliant colors and soon the Sky Runner was under way, ready for anything that it would encounter. Now all they needed to do was keep the renegade guard vessels occupied.
Alex
"Reagan, ready on that gun!"
Reagan
"You got it!"
Richard
"If we die here you owe me lunch!"
Alex
"Dream on ye old scalawag!"
Reagan
"If you two love birds are done we should probably get something done, aye?!"
Alex & Richard
"Ye got us there ye old slave driver!"
The two of them looked at each other before sharing a laugh, they were closing in on the first vessel, a Pyramidion, it was scrambling to prepare its guns when they struck. The craft closed in, peppering the decks of the Pyramidion with consistent chain gun fire, they wouldn't expect it would they?
--Lightning--
Agent Captain
"What does that racer think he's doing? Gunnery prepare to swat that insolent piece of nothing out the sky!"
Gunnery Captain
"Aye sir, preparing mortar no-"
He didn't a chance to finish his sentence as the modified chain gun tore through him like melted butter, effectively silencing his order forever.
Agent Captain
"Shit, all hands open fire on that craft!"
--Dogger--
The Junker watched as its companion was assaulted by chain gun fire, it would strip away its armor, all the while hindering the crew from actually getting anything done. Needless to say however the Junkers captain didn't actually like his fellow captain that much, he did however have a sense of honor he would uphold. The issue however he didn't really have anything effective at such close range.
--Rocket Race--
The remaining racers took advantage of this moment to run off, they wouldn't be much help here, among them however was Lorena and her partner, looking out at the scene unfold before them.
Dalhia
"Your old man is as crazy as ever, I hope he gets out of this."
Lorena
"Yeah, me too."
She grasped a locket around her neck, it was like the one around her fathers neck, she gave a silent prayer before flying off into the canyon.
--Cathedral Outskirts, Sky Runner--
Reynold Davidson
"Lads take a look."
The four members currently on board looked out over the desert expanse, three flares were rising, a red, blue and green one. They knew what the captain was telling them, and what they had to do.
Reynold D.
"Looks like I'm in charge for now, get to your stations it's time we began."
Travis D.
"Alright, I'll take the front howitzer and engage with that as we move in."
Preston Allers
"I'm ready on the hull sir, lets give em hell in a hand basket and show them the door."
Phillip Williams
"I'll look after the weapons sir, they won't be getting away."
Reynold
"Setting engines to full, lets just hope we get there in time."
The engines sputtered for just a second before the blades begun spinning at higher speeds, away from the safety of the harbor and into the fray of the Rocket Race.
Gryphos:
--Starting Line--
Gareth still looked on at the carnage of what was meant to be a simple race as militia ships were firing at each other and explosions happened all around the air. Roc and Garuda both came flying down to Gareth, one landing on each of his arms. Gareth pointed them towards the two militia ships that he had seen firing on the city's forces.
Gareth
"Help. Harass. Harm."
He then sent the birds flying into the air towards the enemy, where, amidst the carnage and gunfire, they pecked and scratched and flapped their wings in the gunners' faces. But they never stuck around long enough to be shot down.
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