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BdrLineAzn:
Anvala

Entering the Burning Skies, Althea and BdrLine sees that the three were inside at the bar along with Allen and John. The group of five are talking with one another about their different experiences during the Festivals of the two cities.

Allen
"Tommy, you should have seen how crowded the docks were this time. John and I barely had any space to move or work with the amount of people."

John
"Thats just the docks, imagine the rest of the city. Whoo"

Joining the group, Althea and BdrLine grabs two seats next to the others.

Althea
"You two think got it bad, remember who had to run this place during this time."

BdrLine
"Alright, you guys were very busy. Sorry about leaving you guys, but look at the ordeal we went through."

BdrLine then points to himself and to Tommy, Courage, and Charles. The three nods in agreement that they had it a bit worst since the lot of them were near the attack site.

John
"Yeah I heard what happen. Didn't think that the Rocket Race can be more chaotic."

Courage
"You don't know the half of it. I was in the race and wreckage starts to fall all around me. One almost hit the craft that I was racing in."

Allen
"Well I also heard that they shot down the guy who was behind it. So did those people in Cathedral execute them?"

The four who arrived look at one another before BdrLine spoke.

BdrLine
"They got away, and because of that we are going after them. Reason we are back here is to resupply and retrieve our equipment."

Althea
"Wait so you are just going after those people. Are you crazy?" *Points up a finger as BdrLine is about to speak* "Don't answer that. But why?"

BdrLine
"If we don't, then the world as we know it might be in jeopardy."

Allen
"Why do you guys sound like the world as we know it is really at stake, weren't the attack group a bunch of pirates?"

Charles
"The group who attack the race weren't pirates."

Courage
"Bdr says that they are an old group or something and that dealing with they is very serious."

BdrLine
"Plus I already dealt with them before, don't know if they gotten stronger or weaker, but we have to go after them."

Taking it all in Althea sits with a finger tapping her cheek in thought. She stands up and moves behind the counter to the wall where she removes BdrLine's custom rifle and toss it to him. Moving to the back, she calls out

Althea
"Well if you are going, then you better bring me as well. No ifs, ands, or buts."

She returns and holstered to her waist are her dual pistols that she wields.

Tommy
"Well if you are going, then I'm staying. Sorry Bdr, I would love to help, but..."

BdrLine
"Don't worry, I understand. So since I can't persuade Althea to rethink. Charles, Courage, you two still in?"

Charles
"As always."

Courage
"Count on it."

BdrLine
"Ok we are set. Tommy, you four know what to do, run my docks and the saloon, and try not to blow anything up."

Tommy
"Bdr you know you can trust us, we'll be fine."

BdrLine
Alright. Ok let's get back to the ship. If you need anything, my warehouse is always open."

Waving Tommy and the others off, BdrLine and his crew sets off to the docks. Arriving there, BdrLine notices that his Goldfish is almost ready as workers double checks the weapons and componets to bringing down the different ammo for the three guns. Having some spare time, he moves to his warehouse and opens the door. During the reconstruction, his warehouse was quickly rebuilt, but now it functions again as a storage and testing building instead of the funhouse it was before the battle. Moving to his work tables, he moves around a few papers and parts in order to find something. Straightening back up and scratching his head, BdrLine moves to a pile of boxes next to the table and opens one.

BdrLine
"Ah ha, there you guys are."

Getting back up, BdrLine pulls up his sleeves and adjust two arm guards unto his forearm. Satisfied with the fitting, he clenches both arms and blades extend from the two arm guards. Happy that his device still works, BdrLine rolls down his sleeves and leaves for his ship again. Already on board, Charles and Courage are securing the fours rifles in the cabin for easy access if needed. Standing at the helm, Althea looks on out in the distance readying herself for the adventure. Looking at her, BdrLine smiles as he boards the ship and helps untie the lines with the other workers. He moved to the helm and behind Althea as he puts her inbetween him and thw wheel. Resting his head on her shoulder, he manoeuvre the Goldfish out and into Anvalan airspace heading south back to Cathedral.

Chang-ning

The three trucks arrive to the street labeled on the shipping form. Driving down the road passing by many mansions, the Birdman in the first truck talks to the other drivers on the dashboard radio.

Birdman
"Here is the plan, the trucks with our friends goodies will enter the courtyard. The third truck with the mercenaries hold back a block until we give the signal. Don't want them suspicious do we now. Once we are in and have the Zhaos, the third truck will come in to cover us. Got it?"

Truck 2 Driver
"Yes Boss."

Truck 3 Driver
"I hear ya."

Tapping the Birdman, the first truck driver points out in from of him.

Truck 1 Driver
"Sir almost at the address."

Birdman
"Ok third truck hold back now."

Pulling to the side, the truck full of mercenaries sits idle as the first two arrives to the front gate. Going up to the first truck, one of the mansions security goes to the driver side.

Security
"State your business."

Truck 1 Driver
"We have a delivery for Mr. & Mrs. Zhao. Items bought for them from Cathedral."

Looking at the clipboard he has on him, he sees that in fact that the family was expecting a big delivery. Signalling to some other guards, two goes over to the back of each truck and lift the tarp and confirms that they do have the items. Tipping his hat, the security guard opens the gate for them.

Inside the first truck, the Birdman smirks as how smoothly everything was going and soon they are at the front steps of the mansion. Standing at the doorway and coming down the steps, Liu Zhao claps happily that the things her son have sent haved finally arrived. Getting out of the trucks and towards the rear to start removing the items, Liu is right by the disguised Birdman as he oversees the removal.

Liu
"Oh thank you for delivering this. I've been waiting for this for a few days now. I could have sent some of my trading ships to pick ip up, but I still have no contract with Cathedral as of now."

Birdman
"It was a pleasure Ma'am. Shipping is what we do. May I ask? Where is the man of the house? I'm certain he would like to see the good s as well."

Liu
"Why yes, he should indulge on what our son has bought for us. Oh where are my manners, come in and have a small drink. I made some tea, and I bet you and your men might be parched."

Liu walks towards the house as she says the offer to him. With an evil smile, the Birdman follows behind.

Birdman
"Why thank you, a little drink would suffice."

Entering the building, he notices how simple, yet elegant the interior was and felt disgust on the inside. Hiding it, the Birdman turns to see Liu returning with a tray followed by her husband, Shen. Going up to the Birdman, Shen extends a hand to him.

Shen
"Thank you for making this delivery, it must be a hassle."

The Birdman extends his own and shakes hands.

Birdman
"Was fairly easy if I were to say. Clear skies and no attack during out trip. Would you care to see the items?"

Letting go, Shen fixes his glasses, and with a hand, gestures to the Birdman that he would love to see them. Nodding, the Birdman leads the pair out in front where half of the items were unloaded. Setting the tray down on one of the crates, both Zhaos walk as they inspect the inside of crates already open. Unaware to them, the Birdman then looks to his men and nods his head. Understanding, two men goes back to one of the trucks and grabs a bottle and two cloths. Dipping the cloths, they go up behind the couple and places them over their mouths. Startled, the two try to fight from their assailants grips but soon passout. Going to the limp bodies, the Birdman looks at the pair and smirks.

Birdman
"Good, now ties them up and load them in the trucks. And get that junk out of them as well."

Rushing to get the order done, the men who knocked out the couple moves the, to the first truck where they ties off the wrist and legs. Unknown to the, the ypu get son, Huan, moves to the front door to see what arrives.

Huan
"Mom , Dad, so where the stuff Azn boug..... Um.... Hi?"

The group out from sees him as Huan waves a small hand at them before quickly slipping back inside and closing the door. Inside, Huan then goes to a panel on the wall and presses a button. Sirens then blaze around the estate, as the mansions security converge to the front. Outside, the kidnappers look at one another until the Birdman barks at them.

Birdman
"Hurry up you dogs, the security will be here any moment. Ditch the stuff and get in the trucks."

Going back to the first truck, the Birdman reaches for the radio and calls the one waiting outside.

Birdman
"Get your asses here now, we are caught."

Turning on the engine, the third truck then drives towards the mansion. Approaching the gate, the guards sees a oncoming truck heading straight at them. Getting into a firing position, they try to shoot at the truck until they jumped out of the way or get squashed in the process. Breaking through, the third truck sees guards going to the courtyard. Stopping, the mercenaries get out of the back and start to fire on the incoming security. Pinned down, most of the guards move to cover to avoid being hit and blind fire at the kidnappers.

With the couple secured in the back, the Birdman and his men quickly start their trucks and race out of the drive way with the third truck in tow. Coming out from their cover, the guards then run to their vehicles to chase them down. As the security moves to the front gate, a small object falls from the third truck and explodes hitting the first security vehicle, blocking the path.

Looking behind, the Birdman gives out a mechanical laugh as that his plan worked to a degree and now two of the most prominent figures in the Empire are under his control. Driving away from the district, the three truck moves back to the docks where the Birdman boards his Galleon, and heads back to his hideout with his prize.

Plasmarobo:
--Venucian Might, Wild Winds Private Hangar, Northern Docks--

Plasma sits brooding in a nest of wires, metal plating, gears, and fuel lines. He stares critically at the dual propeller of the engine before violently taking a wrench to the bolts holding it in place. Eventually it comes loose, falling into the piles of mechanical detritus. The clockwork spider clicks balefully from it's perch on his shoulder. Plasma looks at it for a moment, then scoops it up and places it on the empty shell of the engine. It skitters off along the frame and out of Plasma sight.

After a few hours of tinkering with the engine components the system is largely reassembled, now sporting several extra input tubes and pressure gauges. Plasma is thoroughly covered in oil and grease. He fails to notice, as he absently attempts to wipe the stuff from his hands, that the rag he is holding is filthier than he and simply applying more of the stuff to his skin. Something leaps from the guts of the engine onto his arm and he starts, nearly knocking over an open can of lubricant. The clockwork spider chirps from his sleeve.

The door to the hangar opens suddenly and he wheels around, blinded by the sudden glare of the sun from behind the door. His vision resolves a tall man wrapped in sand-toned cloth. The wrappings obscure most of his face, in fact, only the eyes are visible. He stands motionless against the agonizing backdrop for a moment, then steps forward over the threshold. He continues to hold open the door.

Plasma
"You again. What do you and your 'dust' want now?"

Man of Dust
"You are running out of time. You no longer have the luxury of waiting. The time to strike is now, and only now. Hesitate and your quarry will be forever lost to you. I bring this message with friendship."

The man sweeps back through the door, and is gone by the time Plasma sprinting full out reaches the door frame. He bites his lip, thinking hard. Then returns to the engine, replacing the last few parts and checking all the bolts. He finds a clean rag and wipes much of the grease from himself. Then he grabs a funny little radio, and flicks the dial to a specific frequency.

Plasma to Radio
"Newt, send my crew down to the docks would you? I need them ready to go in an hour. If BdrLine returns by then, tell him to meet us outside the city if he can, and at that place if he can't. Looks like the deadline for this job just got pushed up."

--Some time later--

Newt sent over the group from the Bebop, Spike, Jet, and to Plasma's surprise Faye. He glances at Spike, opening his mouth but stops. He closes it, leering slightly at Spike. Then he catches sight of Emily and the leer immediately transforms into knowing sympathy.

Plasma
"Alright crew, sorry for the sudden bump in departure time. Check your weapons, make sure you've got all your gear and we're off. I'm hoping BdrLine will meet us outside the city, but if not, well, I just hope he catches us eventually."

He leaps aboard the ship and takes the helm, performing a final check of fuel level and mechanical links.

Gryphos:
--Dragontown, warehouse 2G--

Zardis
"Who are you, and what do you want?"

Gareth
"I'm Gareth, and this is Lyre, Michael and Lionel. We want to help you."

Zardis
"How do you know who I am?"

Lyre
"There's a bounty on your head-"

Zardis cocked his shotgun.

"-But we're not going to take it!"

Zardis
"Why not?"

Gareth
"Because you have dirt on the Yeshan authority, and I'll fight tooth and claw to keep that kind of leverage safe, even if I'm not necessarily the one who has it."

Zardis said nothing but stared at the group individually, appearing to size each one of them up. A good ten seconds went by before he and his henchmen lowered their guns.

Zardis
"Come in."

He took them to the end of the warehouse, passed various chest-high brick walls.

Lionel
"Why the walls?"

Zardis
"It's cover in case of a firefight."

Michael
"Is that likely to happen?"

Zardis
"I've remained hidden here thus far, but you can never be too cautious."

Gareth
"So this is the fabled letter."

They had arrived at the end of the room where, on a table, lay the letter, along with various papers and a magnifying glass.

Zardis
"Yes. I stole it from the Tiger's office directly. Had to call in about a dozen favours and bribe or kill twice as many guards. But I got it."

There was a knock at the door, and Zardis turned to two of his henchmen.

Zardis
"Go get that, would you."

The two henchmen nodded and walked off toward the front end of the warehouse.

Lyre
"So, what's in the letter that can be so important?"

Zardis
"Well, that's actually what I'm trying to figure out..."

Gareth
"What?"

Zardis
"I don't actually know what it says. It's written in some sort of code. Top secret stuff, no doubt it would be."

Gareth
"Then how do you know it's actually anything incriminating at all?"

Lyre
"I think the fact that they have such a large bounty on him proves that, don't you think."

Zardis
"Either way, I stole this with reason, and I'm certain it's got deep, grimy, secrets in it. I just need to uncover them. Then, who knows what kind of power I'll have."

The henchmen had arrived at the door. One of them reached for the handle and opened the door, leading to a massive explosion.

BdrLineAzn:
Starlight

Just like the trip out of Cathedral, the trip come back was the same, uneventful and boring. Even flying at maximum speed, the journey back still took hours. Staying on the top deck in the cabin and near the helm, the four crewmen takes shifts piloting while the other three lounge around.

Trying to past them time, BdrLine goes over to the rifle rack on the cabin's wall and remove his weapon. Going over to a corner, he sits and starts to disassemble his rifle for cleaning. Few minutes pass as he removes the many metal parts and places them in front of him on a rag. Once fully apart, he goes through the process of cleaning and oiling. Sitting besides him, Althea watches tentatively, wanting to know more about the inner working so the custom rifle. Across from them on the other wall, Charles lies on a makeshift pillow of his bag taking a nap and hugging most of the wall. With the three in the cabin, Courage stands at the helm making minute adjustments to their course.

Later in the evening, BdrLine is now at the helm and over the horizon, spots the glowing lights of the central city.

BdrLine
"Heads up, we are almost here."

Peaking their heads out of the door to see how much distance they have left, the rest of the crew joins him and crowd around the helm. Taking a spyglass from BdrLine's belt, Althea extends it and looks at the metropolis.

Althea
"So this is Cathedral, this is much bigger than Anvala."

Courage
"You're Right about that. Place is enormous."

BdrLine
"We can sight see some other time, right now we need to find Plasma. Maybe he is in the air waiting for us."

Althea
"Alright ill look around."

As Althea scans the surrounding area for any signs of a waiting ship. The radio insides start to beep as it receives a signal. Turning around, BdrLine looks at the door and at Charles who understands and moves to the helm while BdrLine gets the radio. Inside, he grabs the headset and places it over his head. Looking at the dial, he notices that it's his family's personal frequency and dials in.

BdrLine
"Hey guys what's up?"

Chang-ning, Earlier

After the escape of the Birdman and his crew with the Zhao couple, emergency vehicles arrive at the residence. Putting out the fire of the smouldering security vehicle, men pushes the wreck to the side and try to make sense of what happen. Inside the mansion, officers question part of the security team and Huan about the recent events.

Huan
"Ok my mother has called up to me saying something about a delivery that my older brother has sent. At the time I was doing my studies and thought I needed a break. Heading down the stairs and out the front door, I was asking her about what he bought and came upon two men putting clothes over their mouths."

Officer
"How many people total did you see?"

Huan
"Maybe around 5-6. They all turned when I came out and just stared at each other before I ran in and sounded our alarm."

Officer
"Is this all?"

Huan
"Yes officer. Sir, what will become of my parents?"

Writing down the statement on a pad, the Officer looks up at him after the question.

Officer
"Well son you, your parents, heck even your whole family are know around the Empire. With that in mind, I suspect that the kidnapper will demand for a ransom of sorts and need them alive. But don't worry, we'll track and find them, and once we do, Gods have mercy on them. As for now, I will place some of my men and integrated them with your security."

Out in the front door, a mans voice goes over the officer.

Man
"That won't be necessary."

Huan and the Officer turns and sees Ny-Lee and Roland with confusion upon their face, next to them is another man in an Emperor Elite uniform. The Elite then goes to the Officer.

Emperor Elite
"I am 2nd Lieutenant Chong of His Majesty's Guard. When he heard of the kidnapping, I, along with my team, were sent to protect the remaining immediate family."

Officer
"Very well then. My men and I will be on our way then to investigate this. Lieutenant, Masters Zhaos."

With a whistles, the Officer motives to the rest inside to start heading out. Finishing up with the rest of the statements and documenting evidence, the police team then leaves the property.

Going over to Huan, Ny-Lee and Roland starts to bombard him with questions. While they go and converse with each other, Chong and nine more Elites move inside the building.

Chong
"If I may interrupt, my men and I will speak with your security team here."

Ny-Lee
"Alright, but can you talk with them in another room."

Chong
"As you wish Ma'am."

With the group gone, Ny-Lee turns back to her little brother who just finished answering her husband.

Ny-Lee
"Well at least you're safe. I can't believe this happened to mom and dad. What did they do to deserve this? I know there are some politicians and military leaders who hates father's polices of peaceful expansion and would disobey them and do their own way. And mother have her competitors trying to out do her and her humanitarian acts. But why, they all know it's foolish and would get them killed if caught and found guilty. Uggggh I soo want to get my hands on the ones who did this."

As the two men watches her, they notice that with each passing word Ny-Lee gets angier until she grabs hold of a vase and was about to throw it down. Quickly moving to her, Roland catches the vase before it hits the floor and places it back. Wrapping his arms around Ny-Lee, he tries to calm her down.

Roland then turns to Huan
"Huan, I think you should call BdrLine, I think he would know this as well."

Huan
"If you say so."

Huan moves away from the couple and into the mansion's radio room and puts in his older brothers frequency. After waiting, he hears his voice.

BdrLine
"Het guys what's up?"

Huan
"Umm Azn, you're not gonna like this."

Huan then explains the situation to him over the radio. After he finished, Huan waits for an answer but silence was all he heard.

Huan
"Azn, you there still?"

BdrLine
"Sorry, but damn them."

Huan
"What? Damn who? Wait, you might know who is behind this?"

BdrLine
"I definitely know who is behind this. Huan go to Ny and Roland and just say that we have a bird problem again, they'll understand."

With a look of confusion, Huan agrees and cuts he and his brother off and returns to his sister and brother-in-law.

Huan
"I just told Azn, and he says he might know who kidnapped mom and dad. All he said was that 'we have a bird problem again' you guys know what that means?"

Roland
"Bird problem? Again? What does he mea..."

Roland then receives a nudge from his wife and turns to see the look on her face. Reading her eyes, it takes a moment for the words to sink in and realisation hits.

Roland
"Oh Flak."

En Route to Hideout

Changed back into his normal attire, the Birdman smiles to himself at a job well done. Not only has he retrieved the engines he needed, he has now leverage over the Empire.

Everything is falling into place, soon the Birdmen will make a comeback. All we need now are the engineers finishing building and hold a meeting with the other members. Soon, soon.

Piemanlives:
--Warehouse, South Docks--

He didn't have much to do, with his crew out and about and still not back like they promised, Inn regulars having some major op they have going, and with the Festival over, he had no idea how to spend the next day or so.

Alex
"I should probably take a look at the craft, might see what damage was done during the race."

He was taking stock for what they had stored, several chainguns, a few mortars, and a few relatively new howitzers, the Hwacha still sat in the corner, having not received a price for the damn thing it just sat there. His work station sat at the other side of the room, a varitable see of tools and dismantled machinery, mostly guns. He walked over and opened the door near it, the craft he, along with Richard and Reagan, flew during the rocket race sat on the other side. A fine mess that was, it was a simple blunt thought on his part but true nonetheless.

Alex
"Let us see what the damage is."

He took a tool box from his work station and began looking over the various components, a few slashed wires here and there, the fuel tank had a horrible gash along its under side, a few holes in the armor here and there, and the blood stains from when he got hit by that carrionade. Here and there were some other minor damages, scrapes, burns, more blood stains (His obviously),  all in all nothing that couldn't be repaired, of course he would need materials to do so, then again he owned a salvage warehouse, of course he had the materials, now all he had to do was find them in the various crates, boxes, piles, shelves, ruined equipment and other large amounts of places they could be.

Alex
"Yet again, my work is cut out for me."

The door behind him opened.

Reagan
"I thought I might find you here."

She leaned against the door frame, he looked up from his work to see her, in a guards captain uniform, and flanked by 2 city guardsmen.

Alex
"Ok, I'll bite, what the hell did you do, or rather, what the hell did I do?"

Reagan
"Nothing really, these two just follow me around, making sure I don't get into trouble, again."

Alex
"You made a lot of trouble for us in the past, and by that I mean the time me and Richard had to flee Firnfield."

Reagan
"That wasn't my fault, was it?"

Alex
"Only partially, well it wasn't that serious, all we really did was hide out in a cave fortress I found, that was what? 8 years ago now? You two were still married, now begs the question, what happened to the shy dock worker that used to work with you?"

Guardsmen 1
"Excuse me sir, is there a point to this visit?"

Reagan
"Ruin the fun will you? To answer your question she got promoted a few years back, she still sends me letters."

Alex
"Of course she would, she was always a bit dependent on you, even when you were a new recruit into the militia, hard times that was."

Reagan
"I swear back then a few guys I served with thought she had fallen for me."

Alex
"She was, or rather still is married, she is married still right?"

Guardsmen 2
"Sir, we places that we need to be."

Reagan
"Hold on, we are still reminiscing."

Alex
"Why don't you two make yourselves useful and bring that Hwacha over here."

The two of them looked at each other before shrugging it off and heading over to attempt to bring it to them. They watched with amusement as they continued.

Alex
"Anyways, where were we?"

Reagan
"You were asking about her marriage, she has 2 children now, pity they still live in Firnfield, a harsh place to raise children.

Alex
"That it is, glad Lorena was already 12 when we arrived."

Reagan
"I must know how you managed to keep her a secret from all of us for so long."

Alex
"By not really thinking about it, of course I care about her, but I can't spend every waking moment worrying, by then she had already grown, doesn't mean I wasn't there for her when she needed it."

Reagan
"Anyways I came with a message for you."

Alex
"Oh? Who from?"

Reagan
"Not sure who exactly-"

A crash echoed about the room, looking over, the Hwacha was on its side and both officers were wondering what the hell to do about it.

Reagan
"Anyways, here it is, tell me what you find, I'm curious as well."

Alex
"Why did they send you though?"

Reagan
"Because they want me to actually do something, I may be a captain but I have no real duties aside from paper work."

The two guardsmen managed to haul the thing next to the door, they saluted before taking their places behind her.

Guardsmen 2
"A pity really, she's a crack shot, compared to the rest of us that is."

Guardsmen 1
"I take that as an offense, saying the rest of us are bad shots."

Guardsmen 2
"You have to admit though, a decent amount of the guard are horrible shots, can't even hit the broadside of a galleon."

Guardsmen 1
"To be fair, Ships move in many directions. Besides most of those people are relegated to other duties, like policing the rough housers and what not."

Guardsmen 2
"Yeah but think about it this way-"

Reagan
"Are you two quite done yet?"

The two of them shot each other a look before falling silent.

Reagan
"Anyways, there was another thing."

She pulled out a Sword, well his sword to be frank.

Reagan
"A few members of the guard confiscated this, seeing as they had no idea what to do with it they just left it in the armory."

He took the sword from her hands and took a look over it, it was fine as it would seem.

Alex
"Appreciated, anyways, I'll forward anything I learn from the letter."

Reagan
"Where is the rest of the crew anyways?"

Alex
"Richard didn't tell you? They went out to do some salvaging yesterday and haven't come back, I wonder what's keeping them."

Reagan
"I'll post a memo for the city watch to keep an eye out for them."

She and her followers began to walk out of the warehouse when something hit her.

Reagan
"Wait, what do you mean it was only partially my fault you had to flee the region?"

He gave a small laugh.

Alex
"You really don't remember do you?"

Reagan
"Of course I don't, I would remember making 2 of my superiors flee the area."

Alex
"Lets just say  you had horrible paperwork skills."

Reagan
"W-w-what?!"

He just laughed as he waved at them as he exited the warehouse, which immediately led to him walking back in.

Alex
"Why the hell was I leaving!? This my warehouse."

--Tattered Facility--

They stopped in a relatively cleared room. They hadn't eaten since the flight over, and after countless hours fighting off these dog like creatures, they deserved a break. They broke out packs of food and passed them around.

Richard
"We must be getting close, there are more of those damn things around every corner."

He took a bite of his dried meat sandwich. Preston was heating up some soup, it was cold down in the labs. Travis was watching the hallway and Dalhia was cracking open some nuts she brought with her.

Travis
"Exactly, how the hell do we get back, we could get trapped down here, or worse, eaten alive by these damn things."

Preston
"Not exactly a pretty site to behold is it?"

Travis
"Damn right it isn't!"

He made a show of thumping the hand held chaingun on the floor, Preston just went back to heating up the soup.

Dalhia
"How is the soup, stew, whatever the hell it is going?"

Preston
"A few moments, I almost have it at the consistency I want it."

Richard
"Anyways, how big do you think this brood mother is?"

Dalhia
"I have no idea, who's ever seen one of these things before anyways?!"

Preston
"Well obviously the people who worked and or lived here once upon a time."

Dalhia
"I mean in recent memory."

Preston
"Exactly, we have no idea when they fled this place."

Richard
"The stew Preston."

Preston looked at him for a moment before testing the stew.

Preston
"All good, grab a bowl I'm serving."

--Tattered Air Dock--

The three of them weren't hungry, yet they wished Preston was around, seeing as the guy could make something delicious from just about anything.

Lorena
"See anything yet?"

Reynold
"Nothing, not even a-

He yawned, still obviously tired.

Reynold
"Not even a bird."

Phillip
"Look, I'd rather have something come along then nothing at all."

Lorena
"Here here, hey do you hear that?"

The all remained silent for a moment. They heard rumbling engines in the distance, though they seemed to be growing fainter and fainter, either they were flying away, or they were slowly powering down their engines.

Phillip
"Permission to be worried?"

Reynold
"Granted."

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