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The Skies have no Limit
Gryphos:
--Wild Winds Inn--
Gareth
"Hey, Michael, why don't you go pick us up a nice contract."
Michael
"Aye aye."
Michael walked over to the counter and eyed the contracts listed on the board, looking for something simple and well paid. That was the plan. But while he was looking for something safe, he something interesting caught his eye.
Wanted by Order of The Yesha Empire: Zardis Lang Dacrain
Michael leant in closer at the poster. The poster had an image of this "Zardis Dacrain" just below the title, an image that showed a gruff looking man with short dark hair behind a bandana, and a very well kept moustache which was platted at the ends. The overall effect was to make the man look quite mad.
Also known as "Dacrain Wolf".
Wanted dead or alive, preferably alive for interrogation.
Wanted for charges of murder, theft and treason.
Believed to be hiding out in the area around Dragontown.
Care must be taken, this man is extremely dangerous and vile of temperament and all effort should be placed into bringing this scumbag to justice at any cost.
Reward: 7500 Crowns
Michael
"Holy shit!"
He had not realised he said that out loud and a few heads turned to him. He quickly tore down the poster and brought it over to Gareth's table and laid it out. After reading through the notice and arriving on the reward part he responded.
Gareth
"Holy shit! 7500 Crowns?"
Lyre
"The Yeshans must really want this guy. Why? What could he have done that the Empire is willing to offer 7500 Crowns for his arrest."
Gareth
"I'm not sure about that, but what I am sure about is the 7500 Crowns we'll get for bringing him in."
Michael
"We'll not have to work again for a good long while."
Lyre was still not convinced, looking at the poster on the table, she knew from experience that things like this are very rarely as simple as the poster claims it to be.
BdrLineAzn:
--Wild Winds Inn--
BdrLine looks between Plasma and Newt at their conversation. Shaking his head at the news he returns back to the others at the table.
BdrLine
"Well we got some bad news."
The three look up to him giving their attention.
Charles
"Don't tell me."
BdrLine
"Yup The 'Birdman', I think in this case, got away."
Courage
"What do we do now? Do we even know what they are planning?"
BdrLine
"My guess they were here for the many experimental engines. They maybe building something for them, they had a knack for technology to use for their schemes."
Charles
"Damn, think they are big again."
BdrLine
"For that, I don't even know, much behind them are unknown. All the information we know about them are either destroyed or just a single chapter in the Library back in Chang-ning. They are also unpredicable, only time we cross paths is that we were lucky or they came to us."
Tommy
"So there is no way to find their next moves."
BdrLine
"Nope and I bet they are long gone from this city."
--Endless Salts, En Route to Suna towards Yesha--
After regrouping with the rest of his men, The Birdman then returned back to the race track in the middle of the night and salvage the many experimental engines form the racing craft, of course taking out the clean-up crew and protection. To transport the heavy componets, they stole a transport ship and another ship for protection.
Throughout the night and into the next day, the three ship formation race thought the Salts on full speed. On the stolen Militia Goldfish, the Birdman reconfigure the radio to the two ships that took the Zhao delivery job.
Birdman
"What's the status on this delivery."
Radio
"We are half a days out from the Capitol."
Birdman
"Good, good. Once in the city hold there until I personally come. I want to be there and greet the Councilman and his family personally. But first I have certain goods to store back in our hideout."
Radio
"Yes sir."
Plasmarobo:
--Wild Winds Trading and Acquisitions, Wild Winds Inn--
Plasma fluidly splits his attention between the various groups at the counter. Preparing documents for one while discussing terms with the other. He acknowledges Spike with a nod before accepting a rather large sum of money from a rather old gentleman with a fantastically long beard. He produced a receipt from under the desk, then grabs a large stack of papers and hands them to another man.
Eventually he puts up a neat little board folded at an angle. The makeshift sign reads
ON BREAK
and he ducks out in front of the counter, crossing the room wearily and settling at the bar. Emily moves over to him and shoots a brief derisive look his way.
Emily
"You seem overworked."
He narrow his eyes at her, vaguely suspecting sarcasm.
Plasma
"I've never been quite comfortable behind a desk or counter. Much prefer the sky. Might see if BdrLine wants to go take out these Bird bastards for once and all. Might not be that simple, but I think the Might is up to it."
Emily's face darkens briefly, but Plasma is too engrossed in his beer to notice. When he finally does surface, she's all concern and indignation again.
Emily
"But, you have no idea where to look. Don't tell me you're just going to fly out in a random direction?"
Plasma gives her a sideways look. He produces a note from his pocket. A crude map seems to be drawn on it.
--- Quote from: Note ---Dearest friend,
We are sorry you could not prevent such horrible tragedy.
We wish to impress our good will on you. Friends help friends. We would very much like to help you, and would like your help.
This map will lead you to some birds. They will not expect you.
Other birds are flying, as birds do, flying for the beautiful boxes kept by the Zhao. We also wish for friendship with the Zhao, and would like to help them. Your friend, BdrLine, may be interested in these birds.
With friendship
Those of Dust
--- End quote ---
Emily
"And you trust these people? These Arashi enigmas?"
Plasma shrugs. And pockets the note. He pushes himself up from the bar, ignoring Emily's curled fists and glaring eyes to walk over to BdrLine. He taps him on the shoulder, and hands him the note.
Plasma
"I think, maybe, you and I should hunt some birds."
He then walks to the bounty board, and quickly draws up a new notice.
--- Quote from: Post ---WANTED
Two Engineers of Competence
One Handy Gunner
60% of captains share - No less than 500 in coin.
Dangerous work hunting dangerous men.
See Plasma for details.
--- End quote ---
Noticing Spike nearby, and after watching him twirl his spanner a bit, Plasma calls out to him.
Plasma
"You, Cowboy in the Orange Suit. You were interested in a bounty job, yeah? Care to crew the Venucian Might? I could use an engineer of your caliber."
Gryphos:
--Wild Winds Inn--
Gareth
"So, who are taking on this mission?"
Michael
"Well, there's you, me, Lionel, Kay, Hector..."
Lyre
"Me."
Gareth and Michael looked at her, while she looked back at them with a 'matter of fact' expression and tone.
"I'm coming too."
Gareth
"Lyre, you've still got a hole in your stomach. You can barely walk."
Lyre
"So let's say I don't go with you. You'll be going off perusing down to Dragontown, and leaving me here... all alone. The only option other than taking me with you is not going at all. Are you sure you want to do that?"
Gareth just sat there, glaring at Lyre before raising an eyebrow.
Gareth
"I guess I have no choice."
Lyre
"As per usual."
Michael stood up and clapped his hands together.
Michael
"Well, I guess that's us sorted. I'll go get the Griffinheart ready and brief the crew. Meet us at the docks some point soon."
And with that Michael strode out of the door and off towards the docks, while Gareth and Lyre sat at the table and looked at each other silently. Gareth then took the poster and set it down on the table facing Lyre.
Gareth
"'Extremely dangerous and vile of temperament'. I'm not going to lie, this looks dangerous, and I'm not going to say I like the idea of you coming with us. But if you get shot again, or worse, I'm not sure I could deal."
Lyre put her hand on the side of his face.
Lyre
"Neither am I. But it won't have to come to that. I'll be careful."
There was a pause before Gareth nodded and put the poster in his pocket.
Lyre
"I'm gonna go help with the ship. See you there soon."
Gareth
"I'll help you."
Lyre
"Don't you dare."
She got up and made her way slowly to the door, grasping her stomach tightly to lessen obvious pain, which could be seen on her face. Gareth held the worried expression on his face, but removed it as he got up and walked toward the counter. He leant over and quickly addressed Plasma.
Gareth
"Just so you know, We'll be gone for a while on a big contract. Just a heads up."
Cowboy Spike Spiegel:
Spike looks up as he is addressed by a captain, now this was the break he's looking for. Slowly he stands back up and twirls the spanner like a pistol, holstering it in his utility belt.
Spike
"How much do ya pay for an engineer of 'my' caliber?"
He questions the Captain. Spike isn't one to be paid like dirt. He wants to get rich and get out quick.
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