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BdrLineAzn:
Wild Winds Inn

Coming back to the table, BdrLine sits back down and addresses the others.

"Plasma is in, he is just looking for people to crew with him. But in the mean time we should head back home to resupply and get our weapons."

Tommy
"Sound like a plan."

Courage
"So when are we leaving."

Taking out a pocket watch, BdrLine calculates the time needed to get back to Anvala.

"If we leave now, it will take at least hmm 30 or so hours."

Tommy
"That's with moonshine and full throttle?"

BdrLine
"Yup."

Tommy
"*whoo* Thank you for modifying those engines, be a pain if we were to work constantly fixing them."

BdrLine
"And that's why you guys love me when it come to my engineering."

Charles leans closer to Courage and whispers.

"Especially when it blows up in everyone's faces."

This causes Courage to snicker at the comment, which BdrLine didn't hear.

BdrLine
"Alright let's get back up, the sooner we get back here, the better in catching the Birdman."

The four them move back upstairs to their rooms and commence to pack their belongings. Double checking if they left anything, the leave and head back down to the lobby where BdrLine pays off the rooms. As they leave the building, BdrLine calls out.

"Plasma we will be back as soon as we can."

Docks

Loading their bags down in the hold, the crew of four starts preparation to lift the Goldfish out of the docks and into the air. As the tie lines are released, the Starlight rises out and moves away from the airship docks. As soon they are away from Cathedral, BdrLine maxes out the engines and start to inject them with moonshine. Normally all of the engines have to be constantly watch by engineers so they won't break under the pressure, but with an old pre-world schematics that was found almost a year back, they can run fully without breaking giving more time for crusing.

Cowboy Spike Spiegel:
-Wild Winds-

After the small exchange of words about pay Spike would give a nod to Plasma. He'd join in on the crew and he'd be damn ready too. Spike always took a bit more than just his repair kit. Slowly he slides out a metal case from under his chair and opens it revealing the pieces to a long rifle that could be disassembled. Inside it were also two pistols and ammo for all the weapons. This man was a real cowboy and he knew how to take bounties. He'd been doing it for years. He inspects and cleans the guns innards and outsides giving them an almost shiny glow. He also ran some nice oils through the barrel and polished the handles. They had been recently used on a flight through the canyons which Spike almost lost his life in. He was the pilot of that ship...the Bebop. This is why he wants the cash. He wants to rebuild his ship for his previous crew.

Spike
"There we go...My boys are all ready for flying."

Suddenly a pair of boots hits the stairs with a resounding creak following them as a burly man with a mechanical arm walks down the stairs and looks to Spike who's just finishing with his guns.

Jet
"Hey Spike, got us any bounty heads to catch yet?"

Spike
"Actually Jet, yeah I did. That is if the captain is up to having you on his ship."

Spike quickly puts away his guns and closes his case as Jet comes closer and takes the chair next to him.

Spike
"Ay, Plasma! Did I get that right? I've got another crewmate for ya. One of mine, best damn gunner on this side of the world. His name's Jet. by the way you never caught my name I'm Spike. Bounty Hunter, Engineer and previous Captain of The Bebop. Too damn bad we got shot down over the canyons."

Spike speaks giving out some titles, hoping to have caught Plasma's attention after he finishes with the customers.

Gryphos:
--Sky over Middle Plains--

The Griffinheart was put on a constant speed and Lyre rested, leaning on the helm, while Gareth and Michael put up a small table on deck and laid down a map.

Michael
"So, the contract said Zardis was either in or around Dragontown, here."

He pointed to Dragontown on the map.

Gareth
"Ahh, Dragontown, do you remember what happened last time?"

Michael
"Yeah... I've tried to forget."

Gareth
"That was a good old time."

Michael
"I almost got shot."

Lionel
"I almost lost an eye!"

He called over from the bow of the ship, where he was tinkering with the front mounted harpoon.

Gareth
"But you didn't, and that's what matters."

Michael
"Hmmm, if you say so."

Gareth
"Either way, I doubt we'll run into those goons again."

Some time passed while Gareth and Michael poured over the map and Lyre played with the eagles, throwing pieces of bread over the side and letting the eagles swoop down after them, picking them up and dropping them back into Lyre's hands. Hector was tinkering with the engines, while Kay was practising badass ways of drawing a pistol, often spouting cheesy lines to the thin air before drawing the gun.

Lyre
"So what's Dragontown like?"

Gareth
"It's a city of shadows."

Lyre looked at him, puzzled.

"If you're ever in need of some mercenaries or less than lawfully acquired intelligence, you'll find plenty of it in Dragontown. It's the perfect place for a fugitive to hide out and never get caught."

Lyre
"We should have no trouble though. The problem is these Yeshan highborns don't know how to navigate the underworld."

Just then a thought struck Michael that made him plant his palm firmly on his face.

Michael
"This is a Yeshan contract."

Gareth
"Yeah, what do you mean- Oh goddamnit."

Lyre
"They still want us caught."

Michael
"Alright, it's not a huge deal, I'll handle all the transactions, they don't care about me."

Gareth
"This might be more interesting than I first imagined."

Piemanlives:
--Wild Winds--

He watched, as a large man with a metal arm walked down the stairs, he was fairly muscular and imposing, nothing he hadn't seen before. Of course he'd hate to have to go against a man like him, he was just lucky they were on the same side for now.

Newt
"Well that's not something you see everyday, so back to this "friend" of yours, who were they?"

Alex
"Ah, a story for another day, it's painful, but someone has to remember it."

Newt
"Hehe, I'll hold you to that."

He picked something up and dropped it, gathering the attention of everyone in the inn.

Newt
"Sorry bout that!"

He picked it back up, it was a large bottle, which thankfully didn't shatter.

Alex
"Is that a bottle of Firnfield Gin?"

Newt
"You bet, when you tell the story holler and I'll pull out the bottle."

Alex
"Deal."

He just grinned and went back to cleaning glasses. Alex was more transfixed by the metal arm this "Jet" had, before he knew it he already blurted out a memory.

Alex
"I remember back when I was serving in the Firnfield militia, a colleague of mine had his arm blown off during a pirate raid, he got a metal one and used it play jokes on people, tying it to ropes touching people with it, crazy bastard even took it off and used it to fight a pirate, thankfully he was left handed so losing his right didn't really do much."

He went back to his drink, without even noticing that every eye in the Inn was looking at him.

--Tattered Air Dock--

Phillip was watching the entrance to the facility, in the corner of his eye he saw something and aimed his rifle at it, only to see the team returning.

Phillip
"You're back! Did you find anything?"

they walked on board the ship and grabbed one of the modified chain guns Alex kept around.

Phillip
"Wait, why do you need that?"

Dalhia
"Some crazy shit went down, and to answer your question, yes we found something, and no, you're not clear to enter, unless you want to help us rid this land of some deadly creatures, stay here."

Phillip
"Yaaa, you go do that, I'll just watch the door and make sure nothing gets through."

Behind them Richard walked up with his pistol, he was also carrying some explosives.

Richard
"I take it you found something that needs pure extermination?"

Travis
"You got that right, apparently something went down in the past, ended up in the creation of these crazy dog creatures, we've got to kill the brood mother apparently."

Richard
"All right, lets do it."

He looked back to the remaining members of the crew.

Richard
"Lorena, you're in charge, please keep the ship in one piece till we get back."

Lorena
"Got it, you should stay safe, dad'll kill you if you die."

Richard
"Somehow I think he'll resurrect me and then kill me again. We'll be back."

The four of them entered the facility, and the door closed behind them.

--Tattered facility--

Richard
"So where is this Brood Mother?"

Dalhia
"Bottom floor, other then that I don't know."

Preston
"What do we do when we find it exactly, and what if there is a nest? What do we do about that?"

Travis
"We've got explosives, and we've got the access code for the room incineration, we should be able to take care of anything."

The walked to the open room where the terminal was. The doors were still blocked and the vent was still open.

Travis
"Give me a moment."

He grabbed a piece of sheet metal that was lying against the wall and began to weld the vent closed, after a few moments he was done. While he was doing that the others had cleared one of the door ways.

Dalhia
"We should take this one at a time, if we don't find anything we'll seal the door way again and try another."

They entered through the door way, and began searching for a way down.

Plasmarobo:
--Wild Winds Inn--

Plasma waves BdrLine out the door before turning his attention back to Jet and Spike.
He listens with interested attention, nodding his head gravely.

Plasma
"So you were the folks on the Bebop. I heard about that. Nasty piece of business. Still, I heard it was a spectacular chase. But let me see..."

He fumbles around in the clutter for a moment, shifting deals and bank draws out of the way before producing another contract identical to the one handed to Spike from the bottom of the pile. He slides it over the desk to them.

Plasma
"If you can hit a bird at 150 meters, we're good. Welcome to the crew boys."

Suddenly Newt appears at the edge of the counter, bemused urgency written all over his rugged face. He nods to Jet, both men dwarfing the other two, and then turns back to face the counter and an expectant Plasma.

Newt
"You had better be careful, she's got it in her head that she's going with you."

Plasma
"Not...!"

Newt
"You should see her, deck out in full uniform and a quite stylish hat if I say so myself. Watch yourself. I've not see you say no to her yet. If she comes back with a scratch on her..."

Plasma gives him a dismayed, hurt look with a strong undercurrent of alarm.
Plasma
 "What makes you think I'm going to-"

But Newt is already walking back to the bar with a wave. Plasma sighs as the door marked Staff Only is thrown wide, and Emily marches through. She is wearing a sort of military uniform of deep blue and white, trimmed with gold here and there. The tricorn hat set upon her head is a match for the one Plasma wears when not indoors, but trimmed with a matching gold thread and much less worn. She stomps over to the counter and glares at Plasma.

Emily
"I'm coming."

Plasma
"No."

Emily
"And do you propose to physically hold me back?"

Plasma
"Will I have to?"

Emily smiles at him, sweet and full of venom.

Emily
"Of course not. But it would be so easy to find my own crew, a willing ship, and simply happen to take the same route as you. But you wouldn't want me on a ship full of criminals and bounty hunters, would you? At least, not one up to your high moral standards."

Plasma gazes at her, defeated. He shuffles a few papers with unnecessary violence and grudgingly slides the third contract over the counter to her. She takes it without a word and disappears back behind the Staff Only door.

He turns to Jet, Spike, and the others gathered around the trade counter.

Plasma
"Sorry about that. I don't know what's gotten into her..."

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