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The Skies have no Limit
Piemanlives:
--South Docks--
He watched as his ship pulled into port, it's haggard crew keeping her running as they finally settled her into the docking cradle. The crew disembarked one at a time, tired from whatever they where up to, they didn't even have much in the way of salvage, he continued to look over everything when he saw the limp form of Preston being carried off by Richard.
Alex
"Richard, I'm going to ask very carefully, what happened."
Richard
"We got into a tough spot, there were these creatures and apparently they provided a major threat to the Burren, we took them out but Preston is injured and we need to get him looked at."
Alex sighed, it was a tough break for all of them apparently.
Alex
"Get him over to the Inn I'll see about a doctor, in the mean time I'd like to have a list of everything useful you managed to find when I get back."
Richard
"Aye sir, just so you know we wasted about 5 pounds of explosive taking out the nest and what not, we'll need to procure some more."
Alex
"We'll get around to logistics,"
He sighed again, heavily but with a hint of relief in it.
Alex
"I'm just glad you're all safe."
Lorena
"DAD!"
He barely had time to brace himself as 150 pounds of equipment and daughter slammed into him, she wrapped her arms around him in a desperately needed hug, he embraced her as well and they stood on the docks for a few moments, a few onlookers were wondering what was going on, but quickly moved on as a they also found themselves staring down a mortar telling them to "Let them have a moment why don't you." He let go and tussled her hair a bit before speaking.
Alex
"I'm glad your safe, now please please please, can you let go I have a doctor to fetch."
--Wild Winds--
Richard had kind of gotten tired of carrying Preston around but that was mostly due to muscle fatigue and not a lot else. He opened the door to the inn, Newt was on duty with Plasma and Emily going off somewhere apparently. Newt saw him approach before letting out a sigh.
Newt
"What's with all the wounded these days, 2nd floor 4th room on your right."
Richard
"Thanks, and if I could tell ya I would, people get hurt though and it's unavoidable."
Newt
"I'll have a drink ready for ya, what do ya want?"
Richard
"A whisky if you don't mind."
Newt
"I won't question your taste in drinks but what is with you and your friends with whisky?"
Richard gave a small chuckle before answering.
Richard
"It's a Firnfield Militia thing, pay less attention to it, also the captain is bringing a doctor over just so you know."
Newt
"Might as well higher a doctor onto the staff with all the wounded we get, it would make fetching a lot more easier, more like, Hey we've got wounded! Followed by a door opening behind me, a lot more efficient if you tell me, also alcohol poisoning would be sooner dealt with."
Plasmarobo:
--Control Room, Birdman facility--
Plasma stares at the console, hand pressed tightly over the hole in his ribs. Every ragged breath causes him to wince and press harder against the wound. The thread of the conversation fades in and out of his racing mind. The three people the room at some point became a throng. Emily stands over him, leaning against a wall.
Suddenly a siren begins to blare, rising and falling in urgent warning.
(1)
"I thought you said everything was under control!?"
The color drains from the Birdman's face. The monitors show a group of people, two groups of people. One appears to be leading the prize prisoners to safety, while the others rapidly seem to be advancing on the launch room. His mouth moves but no words come out. His knuckles turn white as he grips the edge of the control panel.
Birdman
"...no. It can't be. How did those maggots...!?"
(3)
"I think it is time we left. We can make it to the ships before they get here."
The birdmen, hurry out of the room, making their way through the few mercenaries left to the launch room where their ships wait. The Birdman stands in stunned silence, while Emily walks over to the monitors to observe the progress of BrdLine's group.
Plasma experiences a sudden moment of clarity. While the two are distracted, he drags himself over to the launch console. The birdmen seem to have just made it to the room, while BrdLine's group is some way off still. His gaze plays over the buttons and levers. He pull the lockout lever and watches the hangar doors and all other entrances to the launch room swing shut. Emily whirls around, and swipes at the air. The knife thuds into Plasma's chest as his hand comes to rest on the large read LAUNCH button.
As he slumps against the control console, he watches the birdmen panic as fire and exhaust flood the bottom of the room. Then the rocket slowly climbs towards the still closed bay doors. He has just enough presence of mind to throw himself to the ground, watching Emily's boots as she sprints from the room. The Birdman is left staring through the glass at the doomed rocket.
The blast shakes the entire facility, ripping open hangar doors and shattering the thick pane of the control room. Nothing is left of the launch room save unrecognizable, charred wood and metal. BdrLine and his group pick themselves off the ground to find the small band of remaining guards running back down the corridor: giving the whole thing up as a bad job.
BdrLine
"What was that!? Don't tell me they launched the thing!?"
Charles
"I don't think so. That was too much too quickly. They might have tried, and it might have gone wrong."
The group continues unobstructed to the control room. Everything inside has been blasted and thrown about by the force of the explosion. The Birdman lies writhing on the ground, smoldering but alive. Plasma seems a bit charred around the edges, but aside from that and the crimson pool originating from his body and spreading along the floor is... still alive.
BdrLine steps forward, slow raising a shaking pistol.
BdrLine
"This time, you won't be flying away, little bird."
A flash of brilliance and sound later and the defeated Birdman is no longer moving. The group grabs Plasma, who coughs flecks of blood onto the floor, and quickly exits the shattered facility. The sirens wail in futility as the ship takes to the air, following the Venucian might back to Cathedral.
--A bit later--
Plasma opens an eye to find himself bandaged, the whirring of engines filling his ears. Faces swim though his murky vision until he is surrounded by grinning familiar faces.
Plasma
"This is it. I'm dead aren't I?"
Althea
"Not quite, Lieutenant."
Plasma grimaces.
Plasma
"Long time no see, Elite. I haven't been a lieutenant for some time. Well shot of it I think. Military life never quite suited me."
Piemanlives:
--Warehouse, South Docks--
Alex
"Richard! Pass me the missile pod why don't ya!?"
The two of them, and Reagan (who had somehow found time off) had been working on their rocket craft they had kept around the warehouse, they were giving it some more combat ability for use in the field, which meant making sure the rocket pods didn't fall off.
Richard
"You know we could've made a profit on that Hwacha."
Alex
"We still have the heavy flaks you know, how did you not get a price on those?"
Reagan
"Inability to do proper paperwork?"
The room fell silent for a moment before they erupted in laughter.
Alex
"Haha, oh you're one to talk you know!"
Richard
"Oh remember the time she accidentally ordered the wrong ammunition types?!"
Reagan
"Oi, it was an accident after all!"
They once again laughed. After a few moments the laughter died down.
Reagan
"Anyway, how's Preston doing?"
Richard
"He was stable when I checked on him before lunch, which wasn't that long ago."
Alex
"Still, I'm worried about him, the four of us served together after all. No time to mope about it, Reagan, grab the spanner and hand it to me."
After a moment of ruffling through the various tools and trinkets in the tool box she finally found what she was looking for, a shiny spanner, she quickly handed it to Alex before replacing the ruptured fuel line. Richard was propping the missile pod in place while Alex was searching for the correct nuts and bolts.
Richard
"Found em yet?"
Alex
"Not yet, I'm going to check the residence, they might be in the bag still, I'll be back in a while."
He waved goodbye before shutting both the workshop door and the warehouse doors. For now however it was just the two of them. To say it was awkward was an understatement, the two of them hadn't had a real conversation since their divorce and even then there was some distaste for one another left over.
Richard
"Well it seems you two have taken a liking to each other."
Reagan
"Please, he wouldn't notice me."
Richard
"Heh, you got that right, I haven't seen him take an interest with any women, not even when we went out for drinks back in the Militia days. Hard to believe that ended 6 years ago, time flies."
Reagan
"Never took an interest in women? Hard to believe, you seem to have had it easy in that department."
Richard
"What makes him him does not make me me."
Reagan
"Yup, he's much more a gentleman then you are!"
Richard
"Oi!"
The two of them looked at each other, then in quick as a flash they laughed. Surprising considering.
Richard
"I haven't had a good laugh like that one."
Reagan
"Yup!"
The two of them sobered for a moment.
Reagan
"Hard to believe I was mercilessly antagonizing you only a few days ago."
Richard
"That pretty much sums up how I feel at this moment."
They sat in silence as they waited for Alex to come back. Once again the atmosphere was awkward yet this time it was more of a "How do I say this?" kind of awkward.
Richard
"Well if there's a time to say it, that is now. So, we cool?"
Reagan
"I guess so."
--Within The Streets of Cathedral, most likely some where near the Inn, which no one knows the exact location of, then again not needed--
Alex was walking back, he finally found the parts he was looking for, which somehow managed to get in the cutlery. He wasn't really paying attention when he ran in a person. The two of them managed to get back on their feet, Alex looked him over when he realized who he was.
Alex
"Ah, it's Captain Walker isn't it?"
Sgt. Spoon:
*Cough chough* "Damn dust"
Spoon kept coughing a bit more and swept his coat tighter around him. Chathedral was certainly one of the bigger cities he'd ever been to in his life, and compared to his recent time on the dunes, this was a welcome change. The city sprawled around him as he walked up the street. People walking, merchants hassling and children playing, certainly a good change from sand, sand, sand ...and the occacional raiding party he'd now been used to. The tractor hadn't been too hard to sell, and considering the amount of blood still drying on the hood he'd been lucky it'd been a quick affair.
Upon reminiscing how he aquired it he stopped and shuddered a bit. "Well mate, it was you or them, remember that.. They came for you, not the other way around"
As he continued his walk the coughing got worse and worse, and after a while he found himself outside an saloon. Realising he needed something for the troath he stopped, read the sign "Wild Winds Inn", and opened the door. He headed for the bar, ordered a drink and found a suitable booth to rest in for a bit.
BdrLineAzn:
Starlight, Over Endless Salts en Route to Cathedral
Flying at her top speed, BdrLine direct his Goldfish back to Cathedral. Over the barrenness of the Salts, the sun rises as they head east. A calming silence is observed from him as the four ex-Anvalan military personnel rest from the night's mission. Inside the cabin of the vessel rest Plasma as he recovers from his wounds with Althea watching over him. Down on the main deck, the other two find them leaning on a railing looking out at the rising sun with the wind passing through their faces.
As BdrLine looks forward, he starts to recall the recent events from entering the hidden falcility to rescuing his parents and friends to finally watching the final downfall of an enemy that's should have died out long ago. He also remembers that he help with that downfall when he shot the headmaster whereas the others burned from the explosion from the rocket launch. With BdrLine in a daydream state, he didn't notice Althea comes up behind him and hugs his waist while lay her head on his shoulder.
Althea
"So what you thinking about?"
Coming to, BdrLine turns his head slightly to look at her and with a smirk.
BdrLine
"Things."
Rolling her eyes, she pushes him lightly on the side. Laughing a little, he moves an arm and hugs her head.
BdrLine
"Alright, I've been thinking of the past events. *sighs* Finally they are gone for good. No more plots for world domination, schemes of sorts, or anything, now they are just dead, another thing put in history."
Althea
"I'm glad this is all over as well. So your parents alright?"
BdrLine
"They should be, Spike and his crew left with both of them before the explosion, so they should have a head start from us."
Althea
"Thats a relief. Here go take a little rest, you've been flying since we escaped."
BdrLine
"You sure? I think I got *yawn* this for a little bit more."
Letting go of her embrace, Althea takes a step back and places her hands on her hips and stare at her boyfriend. Looking back at her, BdrLine can feel the stare burning deep inside of him and nervously start to chuckle.
BdrLine
"I think you are right, I should get some rest."
BdrLine then leaves the helm where a smiling Althea pecks him on the cheek as he goes inside the cabin with Plasma to take a nap. Althea then takes the empty spot and continue flying east.
Comet
With a spyglass in his hand Roland scans the horizon for anything out of ordinary in the landscape. Throughout most of the night and into the next morning the twin Pyramidion Class ship survey the surrounding area since they left Chang-ning. As he scans the area again, Roland then spots smoke coming out in the distant.
Roland
"Honey look, straight ahead!"
From the helm, Ny-Lee squints her eyes and sees the many black smoke coming up from the horizon. Taking a receiver from the radio next to her, she calls Syá on the Lighting.
Ny-Lee
"Syá, you see smoke up ahead?"
Over the radio
"Yes we see it, looks like something big exploded there, think it has to be related to your parents kidnappers?"
Ny-Lee
"Maybe, come one we need to check this out."
The two ships they fly to the direction of the smoke. Once over the area, both crews stare in shock as there is a massive crater in the cliff side, but it's not the size of the crater that surprised them, what they see inside got them. In the crater they see a smouldering remains of a hidden base of sorts as metal parts are scattered inside as well as the surrounding landscape. Hovering over the hole, those who have optical devices looks at the carnage.
Taking a peek from a spyglass she took from one of her engineers, Ny-Lee looks at the remains of ships and the bodies lying dead inside. She then notices that on some of the ships a recognisable blacken emblem can be seen. She then gets a feeling that this might be the base the Birdmen has taken her parents. She then continuing scanning the exposed floor and sees that some of the bodies are draped in a differents clothing then the others, six in fact. But out of the six, five are charred and crisp, while the sixth one looks not burned at all. Looking closer, she makes an outline of a mask on his face, but with a bullet hole right inbetween the eye holes. Her feeling subsides as a realisation comes to her.
I think my brother did it. He found this base, rescued mom and dad, and finally put these guys into place. He did it.
Closing the spyglass and tossing it back to its original owner, Ny-Lee goes to the radio and changes the frequency.
Ny-Lee
"Captain Zhao to HQ, can you read me?"
Moments pass then a male voice can be heard from the other line
HQ
"This is headquarters, Captain may I ask why you and the Commander left the port without proper authorisation!"
Ny-Lee
"Sorry sir, it just that we received a lead to where the kidnappers have taken my parents. We are now over the site."
HQ
"hmm alright, I let this slide since this is dealing with your parents. So Captain did you retrieve your parents?"
Ny-Lee
"No sir, it looks like they have been taken else where and we are in pursuit. But we need a team here to investigate the kidnappers base."
HQ
"Ok tell me the coordinates and I send in a squad."
Ny-Lee
"Make it more like a platoon, this base look much bigger on the inside. But here are the coordinates."
She then tells over the radio the numbers for the area they are in.
HQ
"Coordinates recieve, we'll send in the party as soon as possible. Now you told me that your are in pursuit of who has your parents."
Ny-Lee
"Yes sir."
HQ
"Captain, we want you and the Commander to rescue them as soon as possible."
Ny-Lee
"Yes sir, Captain Zhao out."
The radio then turns silent as the connection to HQ cuts out. Ny-Lee then turns back to Syá's frequency.
Syá
"I heard everything on my end. So those scumbags are still out there with your parents, tell me the heading and we'll blow them out of the sky for this."
Ny-Lee
Syá relax,my parents are safe."
Syá
"Wait, what? I heard that you said they were taken again. How can you be sure they are safe?"
Ny-Lee
"Because, I have a feeling that the ones that done this have rescued my parents already."
Syá
"Then why did you say we are still in pursuit?"
Ny-Lee
"Gives us some time to relax a bit. Come on, follow me east and see if we can spot an 'odd' looking Goldfish."
Syá
"Well if you say so Cap. You lead I follow."
The two Pyramidions then fly past the destruction heading east to see if by chance they can catche up to Ny-Lee's brother's Goldfish.
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