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The Skies have no Limit
Gryphos:
--Dragontown--
In a busy street in the centre of town two Yeshan soldiers walked down the road, one of them holding a wanted poster in his hand. Every so often they would pull over a random passer by and question them on the location of the Dacrain Wolf, to no avail, for he had hidden himself well. On the outskirts of the street another man was leaning against a wall and reading the day's paper until a hooded man approached him and nudged his arm, before gesturing toward the Yeshans.
Hooded man
"Since when was Dragontown under the blue veil?"
The man lowered his paper and adjusted his glasses.
Man
"It isn't, but you wouldn't have thought as much, the amount of them that are marching around."
Hooded man
"I can't believe the city authorities allow this."
Man
"I don't think it's very wise to stand against the Empire."
The hooded man ignored him and walked into the middle of the street, where he was immediately stopped by the soldiers.
Soldier 1
"Halt! Have you seen this criminal?"
The second soldier held up the poster.
Soldier 2
"He's wanted for charges of murder, theft and treason."
The hooded man examined the poster while thinking fast and deeply. Until he decided on a course of action.
Hooded man
"Err... No, no I have... err, never seen this man in my life."
Soldier 1
"He's lying."
Hooded man
"No I'm not!"
The second soldier put the poster in his pocket and punched the hooded man in the stomach, causing him to buckle over, before being grabbed from behind and dragged into an alley way, onlookers looking on all the while. The soldiers shoved him up against the wall and one pulled out a gun and held it to his still concealed head.
Soldier 1
"Where is Zardis Dacrain?"
Hooded man
"I've no idea who that even is."
The second soldier pistol whipped him.
Soldier 2
"We've dealt with many scum through our service, but of all of them, you're the absolute worst liar."
Hooded man
"Maybe that's cause I'm telling the truth."
Soldier 2
"I've had enough of this."
He cocked the pistol.
"Do you really think it'll matter if we kill you."
Hooded man
"W-wait! I'll take you to him."
Soldier 1
"So you were lying. Knew as much. Lead the way."
They relinquished the man and he took them out of the alley to a gathering crowd of people. They ignored the crowd and were led by the hooded man for around five minutes to an abandoned warehouse.
Hooded man
"He's in here. He has no help so there won't be any resistance."
Soldier 1
"Thank you for your 'cooperation'."
The two guards strode into the warehouse, leaving the hooded man outside. If only they saw the smile plastered on the man's face, beneath the hood. He spoke quietly to himself.
Hooded man
"Idiots."
Just then the distinct gurgling sound of slit throats emanated from inside. Then, a man and a woman exited the building, bearing bloody knives and wearing black coats with a wolf embroidered in red on the breast pocket. And behind them they pulled out the bodies of the Yeshan soldiers. The hooded man then removed his hood to reveal short dark hair and a platted moustache.
Zardis
"Will these bastards ever learn?"
With a final note he spat on one of the soldiers and ordered for them to be discretely dumped somewhere out of sight.
Cowboy Spike Spiegel:
--Wild Winds Trade Counter--
Jet
"We know what it's like. The one of our crew that's like that is upstairs."
Spike
"One of the things I hate most... Kids, animals, and women with attitudes."
Spike chuckles before looking to the stairwell as a woman in yellow leather shorts and top with attached straps walks her way down wearing some sassy boots with slight heels.
Jet
"Speak of the devil... You get your beauty sleep Faye?"
Faye
"You bet your ass I did."
Spike
"Good. I found us a little assignment, not sure if Cap here has room for ya though, we've already got another gal of his that seems a bit too much like you."
Spike and Jet both chuckle while Faye began pouting at the two of them, stamping over to the group. As she closes the distance to the counter she gives Plasma a sultry look.
Faye
"Well aren't you cute?"
Spike
"He's not for sale Faye. I'd be careful I don't want a cat fight 'round here."
BdrLineAzn:
Starlight
Somewhere between Ramad and Pila, BdrLine's Goldfish continues cruising at its top speed. And the monotony of flying and the sandy landscape starts to get to the crew. On the helm, Tommy has both arms stretched in front of him inbetween the rungs of the wheel, leaning forward. On the main deck, the two ex-Anvalan Defenders looks over the railing into the landscape staring, staring just for anything to happen. Finally, right on the roof of the cabin of the ship lies BdrLine with his hands on his hair looking wide eyed at the balloon. Having enough, he crawls to the front edge of the cabin and calls to Tommy.
BdrLine
"How long have we been flying???"
Rolling his eyes and groaning, he yells back.
Tommy
"Bdr, it's been around nine hours. And like you, we are all bored."
Turning around and looking back up
BdrLine
"Fate of the world at stake, and we are bored out of our mind just to get our equipment."
Tommy
"We know. You know what, see what the other two are doing, it'll have something for you to do."
Sighing, BdrLine turns around on his stomach and pushes himself up. Grabbing a line, he slides down to the main deck behind the two men. Still staring out in the distance and oblivious to BdrLine's presence, a michevious grin comes upon his face. Silently moving away from the, and towards the hold, BdrLine rummages around and takes out two pans and goes back to them. Standing behind the two, BdrLine raises both arms, holding a pan in each hand, and was about to slam them together until Charles spoke.
Charles
"Don't think about it Bdr, Juts because we can't see it, doesn't mean we don't know what you are up to."
Startled, BdrLine leans back and loses his balance, dropping the pans on the ground. Chuckling, the two turns around and sees their friend. Courage then lends a hand to him, which BdrLine accepts.
Courage
*Chuckling* "For a Yeshan, you are really not stealthy."
Standing back up and brushing off the dust, BdrLine looks at his two compatriots.
BdrLine
"Oh haha, I'm can be stealthy when I need to be."
Charles
"Apparently not right now."
Turning and laughing, Courage raises a hand which Charles gives a high five. Groaning, BdrLine looks to the helm.
BdrLine
"Are we there yet?"
Leaning still on the helm, Tommy gives out a bored answer.
Tommy
"Noope"
BdrLine
"Arrrgh, yo- jus- , Courage, take out the tarp on the merc and load in some rounds. Need to vent out some frustration."
Liking the idea, Courage goes to the ships ammo storage and brought out a box of the special ammunition to the Anvalan Mercury. Pulling out the tarp, Charles looks over the weapon and opens the breach and grabs a round when Courage returns. Loaded, BdrLine goes to the trigger and looks through the scope. Eyeing a sand dune in the distance, he takes aim and fires.
The round soars through the air as the report from the howitzer echoes around them. Still looking at the target, BdrLine spots the round hitting the target as the dune explodes, scattering sand everywhere. Satisfied, he gets off the gun and looks at the other two.
BdrLine
"So you guys want to shoot one?"
Looking at each other, the two shrug and loads a round and fire away, before spending the rest of the rounds in the ammo bucket.
Somewhere En Route to Chang-ning
The three stolen ships still flies towards their destination. Back on the radio, the Birdman calls in the two transport ships with the Zhao merchandise from Cathedral.
Birdman
"So, I assume you arrived in the city."
Radio
"Yes sir, we are just waiting at the docks for your arrival."
Birdman
"Excellent. We are almost to the our hideout. Once we drop off our, merchandise we will be arriving soon."
Radio
"Roger."
Silencing the radio, the Birdman looks out from the stolen Cathedral Militia Goldfish to the transport with the stolen prototype engines, he sees his engineers tinkering away trying to solve their properties. Coming up to the cabin, his second comes towards him.
Man
"Sir, ten minutes and we are at the hideout."
Turning to him, the Birdman goes to the helm.
Birdman
"Good, go and radio the place to prepare for our arrival."
Nodding, the Man goes to the radio and dial in the hideouts frequency. A few minutes of chatting with one another, the Man puts back the receiver to the set. Out in the distance, what seems like a normal cliff face starts to move and rumble as a camouflage metallic door opens. Flying in the open hanger, the three ships land as the huge door closes behind them. Climbing down the Fish, the Birdman walks and sees the sight before him. Behind him, men starts to move to the transport ship and remove the engines. Overseeing the removal, the Man turns to look what the Birdman was looking at.
Not taking his eyes off, the Birdman says to the other Man
Birdman
"Let the workers take care of those. I want you to hail the other ranking members. Once finished, you'll be overseeing the completion. I'll be away to my appointment."
Man
"Yes sir,"
As the Man turns and move to another part of the hidden building, behind him, many workers are working on a big and dark project as only the light of the wielding touches can be seen. Folding his hands behind his back, the Birdman mainly says to himself.
"The world will see again the power and wrath of the Birdmen."
Laughing evilly, he moves to another ship, a Galleon this time with no markings, and boards the vessel. Finally aboard, the ships crew then starts her and and moves out the hidden door. Flying towards the Empire's Capital again, the Birdman looks out forward with a grin forming under his mask.
BdrLineAzn:
Narrator
The day turns to night as both BdrLine's and Gareth's ships cruise in the dark towards their separate destinations. Out in the Tattered Falcility, Richard and his group continues going down trying to locate the Brood Mother. In the City of Cathedral, normality tries to return after the attack on the Rocket Race, but a suspense of fear comes over the City as the Militia and Council tries to figure out the cause. As for Plasma and the others in the Inn, it comes as a busy day as business continues through the day.
End Narration
End of Day 7
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Start of Day 8
Narrator
The sun rises over the horizon as a new day starts. Much of the group are spread out going on their own adventures. Still flying west, Gareth has crossed the majority of the Burren and is close to Dragontown where his search for his bounty. On another search, the group inside the Tattered Facility, Richard and the others finally made it to the bottom floor, and stands in front of a giant metallic door where they assume the Mother is hold. Finally approaching the City, BdrLine and others prepare to land in the docks of Anvala.
End Narration
Gryphos:
--Sky northeast of Dragontown--
Michael
"I can just about make Dragontown out in the distance."
He took away his spyglass and put it back in his pocket, before walking up towards the helm, taking over from Lyre, who was starting to walk normally again, while she took a seat on the map table.
"...Should be a few hours before we make dock."
Gareth
"Sounds good, gather round people."
The crew gathered around and Gareth spoke.
"We all remember what happened last time we were in Dragontown."
All the crew, other than Lyre, nodded.
Lyre
"Look, what happened?"
Gareth
"It's really not important, just... A word for the wise, don't play games with the Dragontown underworld, it won't go well."
Lyre
"Don't mess with powerful crime lords? You know you don't need to tell me that."
Gareth
"Well, anyway, when we get there we'll still need to find Zardis. Michael, you and Lionel will go reef around the local taverns. While Lyre and I'll go check on some contacts. While this is going on, Kay and Hector will mind the ship, this city is hardly a safe place to leave a ship unattended."
The crew all nodded to express their understanding. And Gareth began to walk away until he turned back.
"Oh and, err, bring a gun or two."
--Dragontown military district--
Meanwhile, in the military outpost of the city, the Yeshans were granted permission by the city's authorities to muster and house a large amount of troops, and the entire military district was practically swarming with Yeshans, much to the disapproval of the locals. But the Yeshans cared not for the opinions of the locals, for they only cared that, should their plan go accordingly, Zardis Lang Dacrain would be in custody by sundown.
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