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The Skies have no Limit
Yiski:
--Crimson Sky Saloon, Chang-ning--
--One week ago--
A few days had past when Yiski realized Roland and Ny-Lee had suddenly left him and Lauren in charge of the Crimson Sky Saloon. The two had run the saloon smoothly. It wasn't like Yiski had lost a single step in how to run a saloon after a few years travelling around.
Being able to run a saloon again also allowed Yiski to make new batches of Hellfire. Yes, Roland had been taught how to make Hellfires, but Roland had yet gain the experience of the true Hellfire i.e. 'You only have one if you're smart enough.'
It didn't take long before the patrons (and by extension local doctors) to learn the difference between Roland's and Yiski's Hellfires.
--Two days ago--
Zill showed up in the saloon with his signature mask and Jun'ko following close behind. Jun'ko went and immediately hugged Lauren and the two of them headed off into a corner of the saloon. Zill sat himself at the bar.
[Zill]
"I see the kids are still out. Surprised you didn't go with them."
[Yiski]
"Thought about chasing after them, but skies, I do miss running a saloon."
[Zill]
"You could always join me for a few raids. None of the new guys have your aim."
Yiski let out a huff and the two left. Yiski handed Zill a mug of Hellfire. The two were motionless and silent for a bit when Yiski spoke.
[Yiski]
"So, why are you really here? Usually you stop by when you've got a couple supplies to drop off, but I didn't see anything with you. Don't tell me the mighty Zill couldn't get a successful raid?!"
Zill snorted when hearing Yiski's last sentence made in an overly dramatic tone.
[Zill]
"Feh, you wish. But you're right. I don't usually come in without anything to show. The thing is.... I need a favor. I need..."
Yiski then put his hand up.
[Yiski]
"Wait! Let me guess."
Yiski put his right hand up to his chin and his left hand underneath his right arm. Moments went by and Zill started to get a bit impatient.
[Zill]
"Yiski, I don't have time for your bull...."
[Yiski]
"You want new weapons."
Zill was surprised. Not because it was what he wanted. Actually, it was the farthest thing from his mind.
[Zill]
"Actually, I needed... you know what... nevermind. I do want a new weapon."
[Yiski]
"Just one? I did say weapons. As in more than one. Well, more like two."
Zill stared at Yiski. If there was one thing Zill didn't miss, it would probably be Yiski's ability to annoy him. Yiski felt some underlying spite from Zill and laughed and yelled over to Lauren.
[Yiski]
"You good watching the place a bit love? I'm gonna show Zill something."
[Lauren]
"Really? I mean.... is it ready for use?"
[Yiski]
"No clue, but I figured Zill can give is a good testing."
Lauren sighed with caused both Jun'ko and Zill to express (at least obviously from Jun'ko) some concern. Before Zill had a chance to inquire further, Yiski headed towards the front and Zill was quick to follow.
[Zill]
"Where we headed?"
[Yiski]
"Out."
Yiski hailed a carriage and got in with Zill, sighing.
--Outside of Chang-ning--
An hour had past and Zill noticed they were outside the city limits. The carriage had stopped and the two got out. Zill wasn't surprised in the least that there was nothing around them.
[Yiski]
"Come on. We gotta make the rest of the way on foot."
Ten minutes later, Zill was about ready to kill Yiski. The two had been walking for what Zill believed to be in no particular direction. Zill's impatience started getting to him.
[Zill]
If I kill him here, then nobody would know where to find the body. And it's not like I can't live out in the canyons for the rest of my life.
Just as Zill reached down for his handcannon, Yiski stopped. Zill looked around and found a small, relatively fortified building.
[Zill]
"This is?"
[Yiski]
"A place I retreat to when I'm bored."
As the two got closer to the building, Zill got a whiff of steel and gunpowder. It gave Zill a slight chill down his spine. Yiski plus secluded building plus gunpowder equals fun times.
Yiski unlocked the door and the two entered. Immediately, Zill noticed three things. First, the inside was modeled exactly like the armory back in Anvala. Second, he noticed two guns or at least he thought one of them did.
One gun look fairly bulky with a short barrel. The housing curved back toward the controls. Next to it, Zill noticed some fairly large rockets.
The not-looking-like-a-gun looked more like a launcher of sorts. Around the base of the launcher, Zill saw a few mines with balloons attached.
The third thing Zill noticed was the wide grin on Yiski's face.
[Zill]
"The hell are those?!"
[Yiski]
"Well, the don't have a name yet."
[Zill]
"What do they do?"
[Yiski]
"Fun things."
[Zill]
... ... ...
[Yiski]
"I think it's better to show you the fun."
*Cue montage of Yiski and Zill going crazy with the hades and mine launcher.*
After thirty minutes (and numerous smoldering targets) later, Zill simply looked over to Yiski.
[Zill]
"Bored, huh?"
[Yiski]
"Yup."
[Zill]
"How soon before I can take these?"
[Yiski]
"How about now?"
Zill laughed to himself. Yiski needed to be bored more often.
BdrLineAzn:
Cathedral
Somewhere in the city
Arms interlocking with one another, Shen and Liu takes in the sights of the neutral capital. As they walk pass the many buildings, they marvel as how much of the city has incorporated and mix each of the six factions architecture styles making them a separate part from where they originated. Exotic Chaladonion structures mixed with oriental Yeshan style to the simplicity of Arashi combined with the classiness of the Baronies. Each building is different and none are the same marking why Cathedral is the central of everything and in the eyes of tourist and politicians everywhere.
"Wow, I always dreamed of coming here, never thought it would be this beautiful. Some building s here may even rival the Emperor's Palace." commented Liu.
"Could have been under different circumstance, but yes Cathedral is amazing. And heck it can even rival out own mansion." replied her husband.
The two laugh from the joke and co time their stroll around the city. From time to time they stop and look through the windows of many shops and look at there wares. They entered a couple of stores when ever something caught their eye from the outside. But with their limited amount of money on them at the moment, the couple decides to look and not buy.
After exiting another store, a furniture store this time, the two walk out. Looking back behind her, Liu says to her husband, "Shame we can't get much now. Hmm I hope most of the things that Azn bought is still in good shape after that incident."
"I bet it's fine. But I think I know what can cheer you up, how about a little lunch?"
"I am a bit hungry, so what do you want to eat?"
"Well we haven't tried Chaladoion cuisine. I bet there are a few restaurants here that serve that."
"Chaladonion it is. Come on, I'm getting famished just thinking about it."
"haha, alright let's go."
Northern Docks
Just a few berths away from Syá and crew, Courage and Charles finally reach the Starlight. Coming aboard the Goldfish the two start their check with the rifles. Disassembling their own and Althea's, the two quickly go through with the major components for any defects. Satisfied, they return the the rifles back to their position on the rack and takes out BdrLine's. Charles and Courage simply stares at the weapon wondering how to disassemble it.
Scratching his head, Charles ask to Courage, "Do you know how to take BdrLine's rifle apart?"
"No clue, he's the only one who does the cleaning."
"Ugh, didn't he say that the old Commander and him made this? Why does it have to be this hard to open it!" says Charles as he throws his hand in the air.
"Well you just said it. It was made by Yiski annd BdrLine, you know how they are with their builds. With both of they on this one gun, it's not going to be that simple."
"Well we just let him handle his weapon. Come we got the rest of the ship to look over. I'll check the weapons and our ammo supply, you go and check the engines and the radio equipment. We both know I'm lost when I go back there."
Laughing, Courage moves towards the back and calls back to Charles, "You are right about that."
"Oh just shut it you."
Just down from them, the engine problem onboard the Ny-Lee's Comet is still not fixed. Black smoke is still coming out from the broken engine. On Syá's ship, she and Pai are finishing up their checkup. Looking over her shoulder, Syá shakes her head because of the smoke and turn to Chung.
"Lieutenant, can you go over and check what's taking so long."
"On it Ma'am."
Moving to the gangplank and off the first Pyramidion, Chung closes the small distance between the two ships and board the second Pyramidion. There he sees that all three of them, Lau, Pān, and Wèi, and at the broken engine arguing with one another on how to fix it.
Lau, "I'm telling you guys I bet it's one of the hydraulics."
Pān, "No disrespect to you sir, but the hydraulic system won't combust into ths much of smoke. Its the ignition system."
Wèi, "Both of you guys are wrong, I was the one fixing this engine I think I would now what's the problem with it."
Lau, " oh really, so tell me Petty Officer, what is the problem."
Wèi, "Ummm."
Lau, "See."
Pān, "Well I don't see you coming up with a solution."
Lau, " Hey I'm still the Officer here."
Wèi, "Yeah, an Ensign who graduated a few months from the Academy. While Pān and I have a few years with us."
The three then continue bicker with one another oblivious to the fourth person on board. With a small cough to get their attention, the three quickly turn in surprise and sees Chung.
"Oh Chung, scared the crap out of us." says Lau.
"Well yes, I have a reputation of that. The Commander has sent me to see what's taking so long with the engine repair. What I can see is that it is still not fixed."
"Sir we are still trying to figure out what is the problem with it. So far the three of us can't find the source." replied Wèi.
"Here, let me see."
Chung moves towards the smoking component where Pān hands a bag of tools to the Second Lieutenant. Rolling up his sleeves and pulling out some tools, he begins working on it. Thirty minutes later, the smoke clears and Chung closes the metal plate. Stunned, the three looks at each other and back to Chung.
"Chung, how you figure out what was wrong?" Lau asks.
"I didn't, I just replaced everything inside. Problem solved. Now can you guys finish with the check up?"
"On it."
"Right away sir." replied both Pān and Wèi.
As the two goes back on their check, Lau moves to Chung and pats on his back.
"See, don't we make a great team."
Rolling his eyes, Chung brushes Lau hand off and says to him, "Yeeah, great team. Just make sure the Captain's ship is ready."
Chung then walks off and back to Lightning where he's sees that Syá and Pai sitting on barrels talking to each other. Syá sees him boards and says to him, "So all fixed?"
"Yes Ma'am, they are almost finish with the rest of the check up."
"Chung you don't have to say formalities, loosen up a little. And that's an order." she says with a laugh.
"Yes Ma'a.. I mean yes."
This causes Syá to laugh a little harder and a chuckle to come out of Pai.
"Oh you learn soon enough, come on have a seat. We deserve a break."
Finding and moving a barrel to the pair, Chung sits and listen as the two talk to one another.
Piemanlives:
--Garrow, Market Square--
Amelia wandered about, checking stall after stall, she picked up a few trinkets here and there, mostly a few books, a locket, and a strange six sided cube, the stall keepers were a strange bunch, all of them taking over from where the other had left off. With a bag in hand she continued off into the market, she looked at more stalls wondering if she buy something else, maybe some extra clothes.
Amelia
"Oof."
She looked up to see the captain looking at her.
Amelia
"Oh."
Alex
"Hi there."
He was not really confused, sort of pleasantly surprised, mostly because she wasn't asleep. Of course he gave her a bit of space before continuing.
Alex
"So enjoying town?"
Amelia
"I guess, when do we leave though?"
Alex
"In about 3 hours, I'd recommend getting back to the inn, maybe you'll run into the rest of the crew."
Amelia
"I think I'll hang around the market place for a while longer, I'll make sure to be back at the inn before we leave."
Behind them Richard was dealing with a vendor.
Richard
"Alright, let me get this straight, you won't sell me this case of ammunition because I don't have ID?"
Vendor
"That is the case."
He points to the case.
Richard
"Are you mocking me?"
Vendor
"Yes, yes I am, that'll be 200 crowns."
--On the other side of the market--
The crew was having a great time, considering the previous days events. They wandered about the market place, picking up objects of fancy, some clothes here and there, tools of the trade, Preston ended up outside a blacksmiths stand, the workshop standing behind it, where the smith pounded away at pieces of metal, a few assistants milling about, either working on their own projects or resting in the shade outside of the work area. One of the assistants noticed him and bounded over, a towel around his neck and a cup water in his hands.
Smith
"Name's Smith, what can I do for ya?"
Preston looked behind him, some of the others had joined him, looking around at the other stalls nearby, Phillip from the looks of it was picking up a box small canisters. He took one out and examined it for a moment before conversing with owner.
Smith
"Ahem"
Preston turned back to assistant, he was looking bored and drumming the stalls surface as he waited.
Preston
"Sorry about that, hmm."
He began looking through the wares displayed on the counter, mostly light armor pieces that seem to fit over clothing, a few small blades here and there, however the back wall was covered with blades of unusual size. One of them was rather different from the rest and he wanted a closer look at it.
Preston
"Can I take a look at that one?"
Smith
"Of course ya can, here let me get it down for ya."
He pulled it down from its resting place passing it to Preston, upon further examination he found it wasn't a blade at all but rather, something.
Preston
"And this is?"
Smith
"Well put it simply it's just a block of metal, specifically, steel."
Preston
"And I'd buy this why?"
Smith just shrugged.
Smith
"Don't know, cheap though, 10 crowns it's yours."
Preston just stared at the object, was 10 crowns really worth it though? He stared at some of the other objects lying on the counter, he didn't really know what he was looking for, it was mostly just piles of sharp, polished metal. On the other side of the counter from him he saw a coat, it was similar to the one he lost a few days back, he loved that coat, he tried it on and it fit rather nicely, it was a simple leather jacket down to his waste, a decent amount of pockets made it rather utilitarian, finding it to his liking he looked at Smith again.
Preston
"How much for the coat?"
Smith
"50 crowns."
Preston
"I'll take it."
Without even thinking he set 60 on the counter, took the coat, and sped off to join the other, metal block in hand.
macmacnick:
--Above the Middle Plains, heading towards Cathedral--
A formation of Mobula-class airships approaches Cathedral, each bearing banners that hang down past its balloon, all with the same strange icon: a flame within a golden circle resembling a plate, with an oven in the center. The Formation is flanked by pyramidion-class airships with the same icon on their balloons. At the center is a Goldfish-type airship, with the icon on its balloon.
--Cathedral Walls--
A guard notices this formation with his spyglass and gets his superior.
Guard
"Captain, I think you might want to see this..."
The Captain of the guard gets his spyglass and points it in the direction indicated.
Captain of the Guard
"This should be Interesting... I shall notify the City officials immediately."
--Cathedral Docks, Airship Traffic Control--
*A Radio crackles to life*
"Cathedral, this is Captain Mac, of the VSS Crii'c'et, requesting permission to dock."
Traffic Controller
"How many ships do you need to dock?"
Captain Mac
"Seventeen, six pyramidions, along with ten mobulas and a Goldfish"
Traffic Controller
"Hmm... Lets see... I can Barely fit you all in the docks, as we're nearly full."
Mac
"Very well then, and be prepared for more people to come from our group later on."
Traffic Controller
"...Okay. Anyways, Please proceed to Section C, Subsection two, Docks nine to twenty-six."
Mac
"Very well then, will do."
(OOC: Pastry Time, teehee)
Piemanlives:
--Cathedral Customs Office--
Sergeant Redmond
"...And you're saying this fleet is requesting docking clearance?"
Militia Officer
"Yes sir, I don't really know what they want but they haven't fired on us yet."
Sergeant Redmond
"Still, 17 vessels is a lot, and I've never seen vessels like those before, Pyramidions and that Goldfish yes, but those blob like ones are new to me."
The door to the militia section of the customs house opened to reveal Lieutenant Daniels walk in, a clipboard in hand.
Daniels
"We've managed to direct them to somewhat empty moorings, I still want to question them on their motives however."
Redmond
"If you must, I'd rather not threaten them though, if you want answers so much then figure it out yourself, I've got enough to worry about as it is."
Militia Officer
"If I may?"
The two of them looked at the third officer who had been sitting with them. Daniels motioned for him to continue.
Officer
"I think we should direct them to HQ, have their fleet registered, while we're at it we could "Inquire" about why they're here."
Redmond looked to Daniels for a second.
Redmond
"I like it, get to it."
Officer
"Yes sir."
With a smart salute he exited the office. Daniels slumped further into his chair, obviously tired from a long days work. Outside fewer Guards then what they were used to roamed the streets of Cathedral, though the guard was recovering, they still faced shortages in manpower in certain districts, most notably the residential district, where crime has been on a rise lately, and a few select locations outside the city walls. Everyone was tired by this point, but there wasn't much they could do about other then what they've been doing.
Redmond
"So, what's been eating you?"
Daniels
"It's strange really, when you think about it, the only forces that should have been affected were the Naval branch of the Militia, it was the ships that got hit, not the city, but when the casualty reports came in, a lot more ground officers were reported dead or wounded then possible, I lost a lot of friends during the attack, it's almost impossible to think that an attack of that scale could have been pulled off without any prior warning."
Redmond
"No other words to describe it I guess..."
Redmond sighed, he took two wine glasses from his desk and a bottle of '92 Vintage Cathedral, he poured into both glasses and passed it over to Daniels.
Redmond
"A bit a late isn't it?"
Daniels
"A little late is better then never."
They dinged their glasses together.
Daniels
"To fallen friends, may the winds carry you home, wherever you go, go with our love, and our hopes, so that maybe one day, when all is said and done, we can meet again."
They both downed their glasses and set them down on the desk.
Redmond
"May they never be forgotten. I have work to get to, you should probably get back to your duties now."
Daniels
"Probably, that felt good though."
Redmond
"We may never bring them back, but skies above, we'll make sure their sacrifice isn't in vain."
Daniels gave a small smile.
Daniels
"Damn right."
With a solemn farewell they returned to their duties, a bit more determined then before.
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