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The Skies have no Limit
BdrLineAzn:
--Cathedral Airspace--
Cruising smoothly towards the large city, a worn and weathered Goldfish cuts through the skies. Granted the ship has seen better days, but the ship is still a sight to behold with it's fine lines and grace. This Goldfish one of almost perfection, through years of experimention from it's owner and things that have been picked up, this particular ship is top of the line. Her engines are based off of an old design that it's captain got from friends of his during a certain chase, that and it was also modified to withstand the harsh sands and can fly through their storms. The armor is specially plate and stacerred and can withstand slavos of different rounds and munitions, a design after studying another Goldfish with the same setup. Her armament consists of a pre-dated Heavy Flak that has no arming time like it's successor as the main, on the port sits the latest Anvalan Military Mercury which was drafted many months ago, whereas starboard carries a new weapon, one which the captain help create, it looks like a normal double barrel mortar, but with an old prototype, it can laugh both conventualy rounds and sticky mines.
On board the vessel stands four highly unlikely crew for this beauty of a ship, and the man responsible for it is on the engines taking a final check. On the port side engine, what looks like a Yeshan engineer has the engine opened up to double check his creation. What he doesn't see is one of his crewmates and driers coming up behind him.
The man taps the engineer on the shoulder, this startled him as he hits his head on the metal. He gets up and turns to the man while rubbing the back of his head.
"The Flak was that for, Gods I would have knocked myself out the way I hit my head like that. So Courage, what's is it?"
Courage
"Well we are almost at Cathedral and you said to tell you once we are in sight of it's docks."
Putting up a finger towards the Yeshan who now remembers what he said and places his hands up.
"Okay, okay, just tell Tommy to find an open dock and land her in there and tell Charlie to get ready."
Up at the balloon component, a man looks over the side and yells down.
"Really after how many months you still call me Charlie? It's pronounced Charles you know."
He calls back up
"I know, or do you want to be called by your last name again huh Nelson."
Charles
"Oh shut it, you know both Courage and I got out of the Defenders. Don't need to call us like that anymore."
*chuckling* "Alright I yield, just tell Tommy."
At the helm, Tommy was listening to the conversation and shakes his head, he calls over."
Tommy
"I heard ya, I'll find an open spot."
As Tommy manuvers to an emptied dock that he saw in the air, the three men goes up to the helm where Tommy was at and look at the city.
Charles
"Cathedral, ain't she a beauty."
Courage
"Yeah, wait why are we here again?"
Tommy
"YeH why are we here? I mean we do have Anvala's Spring Festival, why are we here?"
Still taking in the sights, the Yeshan clearly doesn't hear his friends talking to him until Charles slaps the back of his head.
Charles
"Bdr, why are we here in Cathedral again?"
For the second time in the afternoon, BdrLine rubs the back of his head.
BdrLine
"Well you all know my mother, Liu, White Lotus Trading Comp, etc etc."
Tommy
"And..."
BdrLine
"And she asked me todo some shopping for goods for here here."
The three groans as they thought flying from Anvala to Cathedral would have been an adventure for them until they now they are just shopping. BdrLine sees this and quickly puts a finger in the air.
BdrLine
"Hold on, just hold..."
Courage
"You mean to say we are on a shoppin trip, and for your mother of all people. I mean come on, really Bdr?"
BdrLine
"I said hold, even though it's just shopping, we are at Cathedral. We can enjoy our time here for a while, explore, and I worry about that. So lets just land and have some fun huh?"
Tommy, Charles, and Courage look at one another before nodding in a greement.
Tommy
"Yrah your right. We did work our asses off running the Saloon and your docks. Speaking of which, you think they be fine without us?"
BdrLine
"Oh John and Allen will be fine handling the influx of people at the docks during the Festival. And the Saloon will be fine with Althea, she does have my rifle and her pistols still you know"
Charles
"I'll guess you are right, so once we land we find an inn right?"
BdrLine
"Even though I love Starlight I want to lie down in a real bed tonight so yes."
The four laughs at the comment and soon Tommy lands the Starlight and the others tie her down. As they grab their bags and exit the ship, the four wander the docks to find a suitable place. They stop in front of one where they notice a line inside. Courage looks up at the sign.
Courage
"Huh Wild Winds Inn, sounds like a particular Ale we know am I right?"
BdrLine and the others groan at the memory of WWA, granted a few barrels still exist in the backroom of a Saloon, but they are only used to subdue unrulely patrons.
BdrLine
"Don't remind me, come on looks likes there is a bar in here. Plus it says it has afforadable prices."
Tommy
"Bdr, you can afford anything you know? Why not a hotel."
BdrLine
"This place... has character. Come on let's see if they have room."
The four enters the building and walks towards what looks like a front desk. While waiting for someone to help them, BdrLine looks at the man at the table where the line was formed. He squints his eyes as he recognises the face.
BdrLine
"Charles, Courage, you see that guy over there?"
The two looks at the general direction BdrLine was referring to and see the mam at the table.
Courage
"Yeah why?"
BdrLine
"Doesn't he seem familiar, like we saw him before?"
Taking a closer look, a face of realisation comes on their face.
Charles
"I do but I can't get a name in."
The three stares at the man while Tommy rings the bell on the counter.
Imagine:
Plasma
"I don't think Wild Winds Trading and Acquisitions is looking for more full timers, but there are always plenty of freelance jobs, and I have ... other jobs available usually. Bounties to be collected, the militia sometimes hires civilian ships...if this goes well, I might think about putting together a more permanent little, ah, trading fleet. If you,'re in", he indicates imagine, "that fills out the crew."
Imagine takes out his old fake coin, flips it in the air, and catches it without batting an eyelash.
"I'm in. Just tell me what needs fixin'."
He says, not taking a look at the flip result. He steps to the side as Plasma hops over the counter, and takes the Bitter shoved in his hands.
"A rowdy bunch," he mutters,
"Well, that's fine too. The rowdy ones usually makes for the better stories anyways."
With that, he takes a swig of the drink.
Mill Wilkinson:
Wilkinson ordered a surprisingly cheap porter and sat down next to Imagine. it seemed like this guy knew his way around engines and mechanical parts, but first impression could be faulty. After tasting a few sips out of the pint he smiled politely to his new crewmate. "So, we'll be flying together! Any idea of the ship cap'n is hauling us to, or are you as oblivious as I am?", he asked and leaned backwards, making the chair creak a bit. "At least he doesn't seem to be a rookie to the business", he continued, nodding towards Plasma hopping about in the inn.
Plasmarobo:
Plasma
"Well Mill, it's not my business to ask those kinds of questions, generally. As long as it doesn't explode or get loose during the journey I'm content."
Plasma takes a long pull from his drink, and chokes on it as Imagine mutters under his breath.
He surfaces laughing, wiping the beer from the front of his clothes.
Plasma
"If you think this is rough, you've never been to the Burning Skies! I haven't been there since the battle at Anvala. I wonder if..."
He catches sight of BdrLine and stares. He excuses himself momentarily and walks over to them, a sort of pained smile on his face.
He arrives at about the same time Emily responds to the bell.
Emily
"What can I get for you-"
Plasma
"BdrLine!? I'm sorry, I don't expect you to remember me, I was an Ensign when that nasty business with Comman- with Yiski happened. I believe you commandeered my radio! It's as if Anvala has been haunting me lately. I guess that place never really lets go, does it? What brings you to Cathedral? But first, you all need drinks! On me, of course."
He turns to face Emily.
Plasma
"More of the Cleric! (You will love it, it's a local brew! Bit of a bite, and wonderful flavor!)"
She grimaces but pours the drinks and then remains. Examining her finger nails, but glancing at BdrLine and the others from time to time.
Piemanlives:
Alex knew he should probably be heading back to the ship but one more drink couldn't hurt, besides they didn't have alcohol on board his vessel, mainly because it makes it all the more sweeter when you arrive in a port. He passed by the Wild Winds and from the looks of things it was getting pretty rowdy in there.
Alex
"Ah to hell with it, drinks it is."
He Walked in to see a drunk Plasma waltzing upon the tables.
Alex
"I'll have what he's having."
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