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Plasmarobo:
--Wild Winds Trading and Acquisitions Counter, Wild Winds Inn--

BdrLine
"Don't tell me they got away."

Plasma grimaces at him, and then glances angrily at the poster.

Plasma
"Apparently they were able to overwhelm the Militia when they flew in for the arrest. The council has discussed it and decided that a dead or alive bounty is best for them. Shoot first, question later in this case. They seem to have gotten what they wanted. Personally, I'm hoping they've gotten what they want and don't return. Or do so in a body bag. If you want to get a crew together and go after them, the reward is handsome. 2500 coin for the leader, 500 each for members of the ship."

He shrugs, shaking the violence off his person. He looks at BdrLine, the shadow of worry settling across his features.

Plasma
"I read the reports, and heard a lot of 'unofficial rumor' back when served under Verra. Sounds like you might have something of a score to settle? Just be careful. They managed to strike in Cathedral. Granted it far more... relaxed than Anvala about... well, everything really. I'd hate you see you come back in bits. Still, if you should need any help, just ask."

Plasma watches Gareth enter, guiding Lyre to a seat. He glances at Emily quickly, then back at the stacks of paper in front of him as his mouth twists from a worried smile into a straight, thin line. Newt slides over next to BdrLine, seemingly appearing out of nowhere (in reality appearing from the stairs to the rooms). He takes a look at Plasma, then BdrLine, then glances over his shoulder at Emily. He leers at Plasma who glares back.

Newt
"She'll come along, given you stay out of trouble."

Plasma arches an eyebrow.

Plasma
"I doubt it, and what makes you think I'd be-"

Newt
"Alright, alright. Solve it on your own then. But remember, if you don't, I will."

He walks away, clapping BdrLine on the shoulder briefly and leaving Plasma blinking in the contrail of the conversation. Plasma assumes a gloomy, harrowed expression and dives behind the counter, digging up more contracts and flyers. He plunks them on the bar and moodily begins paging through them, attention caught between the paper, and some shifty looking men asking after some of the bounties and transport contracts.

Cowboy Spike Spiegel:
--Wild Winds Inn--

From an aside booth, Spike twirls his wrench with dexterous fingers. He has normal tinker suit on made of burnt orange leather riddled with cracks from dusty air. He prides himself as an experienced engineer able to throw together ships and send them home from what others would describe as hell. He was also something of a gunner too, able to shoot in a pinch. Slowly he stood up from his lonesome corner at the mention of a bounty.

Spike
"So there's a bounty and you're looking for some crew eh? Perhaps you could use a nice engineer that also has some experience on the guns?"

Spike calls to the group gathering over the bounty, it sounded like a pretty penny for a simple "shoot first, ask questions later" deal. He remains twirling his spanner very quickly, almost acrobatically between his fingers as he approaches, not once losing grip of it.

Piemanlives:
--Wild Winds--

Reagan arrived outside of the inn, she decided to check in on Alex, with the entirety of his crew out in some remote canyon, someone had to keep an eye on him. She entered, immediately she noticed the regulars chatting about some bounty, taking a look at the job board, one in particular caught her eye. Mainly because it was large and imposing.

Notice
To all citizens of Cathedral
You all know of this years Rocket Race
One however has brought terror and suffering
This man and his cohorts must be brought to justice
Any and all information pertaining to this investigation will be met with a monetary reward
The master mind must be found
Bounty: 2500 Crowns

Anyone found to be conspiring with this man will be swiftly arrested
Anyone in league with this man are also subject to the crimes committed
Once again any and all information is appreciated
Bounty: 500 Crowns Per Crew Member
She walked over to the bar, the man on duty was cleaning glasses.

Newt
"What can I get ya darlin'?"

Reagan
"Where's Alex?"

Newt
"2nd floor, 3rd room on your right."

Reagan
"Thank you."

She ordered a simple whiskey and drank it down before heading up to check on him, inside the room nothing had changed since yesterday, Alex was laying on the bed, bandages covering his upper torso. While most of the wounds were cuts or small gashes, they would heal in time, the manner in which they reached his body, a high powered cannonade, with the force of impact on his body it caused him to loose consciousness for the time being. She put the bag she was carrying on the table bedside, it had his fixed clothing, he would need something to wear when he woke up. Heading back down the stairs she finally noticed the newcomer sitting in the bar, he probably only arrived today. She took a seat next to the odd man, ordering a small meal for herself and drink, which she needed desperately. She looked at the newcomer again.

Reagan
"So, what brings you around here cowboy?"

--Burren--

The Sky Runner was between a rock and a hard place, both the rock and the hard place being canyon walls. It was a close fit but they managed to steer ship away from a fiery doom.

Richard
"Keep a close eye out, if the canyon gets to narrow we might not be able to escape."

Travis
"Aye sir, wait what is that?"

A bit further into the canyon it widened enough for the ship to maneuver, a largish facility dominated the area, a small air dock was connected to the facility. It looked abandoned but they couldn't be sure.

Reynold
"Shit, look at the size of this place."

Travis
"I'm with you on that, what do you think this place is for?"

Reynold
"Beats me, might be an old military base, who knows. Lorena what do you think?"

From below the ship came another voice.

Lorena
"I'm not making any guesses, best to explore and learn for yourself."

Richard
"Good idea, we're docking now."

The ship met the dock and hung in place.

Richard
"Dalhia, you're leading the team, good luck in there."

Dalhia
"Alright, Travis, Preston, with me. Grab your rifles, who knows what's inside.

Cowboy Spike Spiegel:
--Wild Winds--

Spike
"Well darlin', I'm waiting for a bounty to crawl in my lap. Meanwhile I gotta keep my skills up by twirling this heavy five pound wrench like it is a feather."

The youthful man's voice is smooth and comes off like a somewhat gentle fellow despite the cigarette nestled between his lips and the scars marring his skin from flak rounds.

Spike
"Tell me, you ever have a flak charge detonate prematurely while loading a cannon? See these scars on my face. You start to learn."

As he turns his face the light bathes it revealing the large eyepiece of his left eye, both a scope and a replacement for what should've been there.

Piemanlives:
(I'm using this next post to show the guard a bit more, we might be able to use it for future posts."

--Cathedral Guard Warehouse--

Captain Walker was not a happy man, in fact, no one in the guard was happy at the moment. For the past few hours since the conculsion of the race, the guard has been peppered with questions that had no answers. He was unhappy to leave it at that, a full investigation was in order. He did however receive message that one of his lieutenants had found a lead, which was why he was here at the warehouse. He opened the door and saw several more officers waiting for him, and amazingly, councilman Gadriel.

Captain Walker
"Councilman, it is good to see you here, may I ask what you're doing here?"

Gadriel
"Learning more about this enemy of ours, I suspect you're doing the same?"

Captain Walker
"Yes sir, foolish of me to ask."

He took a moment to look at the one who called them all here.

Captain Walker
"Alright, what have you found?"

 lieutenant Ashikaga
"Sir, while sifting through the wreckage of the Galleon, we found no intelligence pertaining to the master mind behind the attack."

He wasn't worried, but he was trying his patience.

Captain Walker
"Well go on."

lieutenant Ashikaga
"But we did find this."

He took this moment to pull off a tarp off a pile of wreckage, while most of it was inconsequential, one thing stood out to him. It was an emblem, intricate and simple, did it have anything to do with birds?

lieutenant Ashikaga
"We haven't managed to gather much from it, but the analysts believe that we may be facing some sort of organization, from my sources I've learned that Anvala also faced a similar situation sometime ago, a bit on a larger scale perhaps."

From the crowd of officers a new voice spoke up.

Sergeant Redmond
"So what exactly does that give us? Other then an unknown enemy we have nothing to go on."

Another voice spoke up.

Corporal Peterson
"I'm willing to the Lt. a chance here, until now we had no idea what we were facing, while it's true we don't have any information, it gives us an idea about what's going on."

lieutenant Daniels
"Ever the idealist David, I'm with the Corporal on this though. Even if we don't know who is responsible, we at least know there is something going on here."

Gadriel
"Speculations aside, what does that mean for the city guard?"

Captain Walker
"Excuse me sir?"

Gadriel
"You heard me, the city guard is decimated, most of our vessels are unrecoverable, many of our officers dead. And all we have to show for it is a silly little emblem and a few knit theories. Tell me, what do we do about the guard?"

The room fell silent, murmurs flowed between the guardsmen in the room. Speculations, worry, guilt were present.

Captain Edwards
"With all due respect sir, until now the city guard has protected Cathedral with everything its got, and frankly we're pretty damn good at. We may not be as good as Anvala but we do what we can to protect this city and its inhabitants. While we may have had the living day lights knocked out of us we still remain here, I think it's time we rethought about how we do our duty."

Gadriel
"How so?"

Corporal Peterson
"I feel that our men are not as well trained as they should be, we should have known those two vessels were not one of us but we didn't, and it cost us lives and ships we can not replace."

lieutenant Daniels
"We couldn't recognize the threat even after it revealed its self to us, our men need to be able to act sooner then gawk in surprise when someone opens fire."

lieutenant Ashikaga
"Our men are too undisciplined, they falter when under siege even if they do fight back, they must be the walls of our city."

Gadriel
"Now where does that-"

The warehouse door opened again, and a figure walked.

Captain Walker
"Captain Morgan, seems like you finally decided to join us, finished gallivanting about the city?"

Reagan
"Please Alfred, enough with the talk."

--Wild Winds, earlier--

Spike
"Tell me, you ever have a flak charge detonate prematurely while loading a cannon? See these scars on my face. You start to learn."

She took a look at the scars on his face, looks like that flak shell did a number on his looks.

Reagan
"Sounds like a chore to me, a friend took a cannonade shot into him. He's upstairs if you want to meet him, be warned he's still out."

She took a look at her time piece, she realized what time it was.

Reagan
"Well I would like to stay and chat but I have somewhere to be."

--Guard Warehouse--

Captain Walker
"Hmph, typical. I hope you have something to contribute to this meeting, we've switched over to how to reinvent the Cathedral City Guard."

Reagan
"Personally, while your men were floundering about the place wondering what to do, a friend of mine instantly recognized the threat and managed to stall them long enough for you to get your act together."

lieutenant Daniels
"Are you just going to insult us or do you have anything constructive to say?"

Reagan
"All I'm saying is we need more then just people who are willing to defend the city, we need men with skills, specialists if you will. We've always been a generalists group, while anyone can hold a wrench or steer a ship, people who are superior to others in those fields would make for a more effective guard, spotters, gunners, pilots and navigators, tacticians, while we have several of them, we're going to need more."

Gadriel
"Fair enough start looking for them."

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