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BdrLineAzn:
Vystorg, Zankief's Warehouse
"I suppose you can actually, mind if I step in for a second?"
Not shown on her face, Althea is feeling apprehensive and suspicious as to who this familiar stranger is. Stepping aside and leading the way in with her clipboard, she turn to him.
(Althea)
"Why of course. If you don't mind I can give you a small quick tour."
Receiving a quick nod, Althea leads him around the floor ground.
(Althea)
"As you can see, we can accommodate at least six airships in this warehouse. We have an onsite machine shop to help repair and replace any components. Besides repairs, we also conduct shipping and storing wares for our clients. Currently we are loading a merchant vessel that is heading for the Burren."
Leading the stranger to the airship that is currently being loaded by BdrLine and the others, he moves closer to observe the working men. With him distracted for a second, Althea pulls out a pistol that was hidden in her vest, cocks and aims at his head.
(Althea)
"No sudden moves. Now I just want to know who you are and are there others with you. Are you affiliated with the people that I saw a few days ago heading to an inn? It's a bit suspicions that you are here the same time as us and that you were able to find this warehouse."
From the airship, BdrLine hears the coming of voices and thought nothing of it and continue to tie down crates.
(BdrLine)
"Archer! Any more?"
Working a crane, Archer looks to the shipping floor and finds that it is empty.
(Archer)
"Nope, we are all done here. You guys can take a break."
Smiling at hearing the word break, BdrLine swipes his forehead and is about to walk off the ship when he heard a gun being cocked and a female voice. Recognising it as Althea's, he briskly goes to the side where he heard the sound. He is greeted with a sight, on the main floor, Althea has one of her pistols pointed at the back of the head of a man.
(BdrLine)
"Whoa, Althea what is going on!"
Not taking sight off the man, Althea replies back.
"Just a little interrogation. You can help if you want."
Not wanting any blood spilled, he jumps down from the ship and lands on the floor. Running to the pair, he slows down as he takes in the man.
(BdrLine)
"Wait, I know you. From Cathedral right?"
Firnfeld, Thula
With his men and himself settled in their assigned barrack, Melin and Frey is lead by Nuk to the base's mission room. Standing in the middle of the room waiting for the two is a grey haired man. Wearing a simple but worn overcoat, a dull single star can be seen on the collar. As the three enter the room, they give a crisp salute to the man who render them a return.
(General)
"Hello gentlemen, thank you for responding this quickly. I am Brigadier General Hayes. Please sit."
To Nuk
"Nuk, you are dismissed. Go and make yourself warm."
Quickly saluting the general, Nuk exits the room. With the door close, the three take a seat around a table in the room.
(Melin)
"Thank you General. I am Major Melin and this is my second, Captain Frey. And as for our quick arrival, after receiving your message, it arouse great attention."
(Hayes)
"I would believe so. I heard many rumours from months ago, and the most recent ones that there have been dealings with this type of nature. And with the classification of the official reports that this is of high importance."
(Melin)
"Yes, and not wanting to disclose any information until it is relevant, they are very dangerous."
(Hayes)
"Very well."
(Frey)
"So General, to start off, can we interview with the soldier that made the sighting. We want to have a first hand account."
(Hayes)
"That's going be a little difficult."
(Melin)
"How so?"
(Hayes)
"We did send word for him to report back to base to talk to you two. So far he hasn't arrived and we can't seem to contact him."
(Frey)
"Hmm, maybe its the blizzard that is raging. It did made communication difficult and the rising snow on the ground will make it difficult to travel."
(Hayes)
"Could be, but I have nothing else for the two of you at the moment. When the blizzard pass, we'll make a trip to his home. Just have you and your men make yourselves at home"
Nodding to the man, Melin and Frey stands and salute the General before returning to their barrack.
Chang-ning, Imperial Barrack
As the vehicle drives through the main gate of the main base for the Emperor's Guards, a few startled men jumps back from the speed at which the vehicle is going. Coming to a complete stop, a small crowd start to converge around it, a few with weapons drawn. Running down the steps from the administrative building, Colonel Szeto pushes pass the crowding men.
(Szeto)
"What is going on here!!"
Coming out of the vehicle, Chung opens the door and leads out his passengers. Seeing who was inside, the startled faces of the people around them goes to one of surprise.
(Szeto)
"Your Majesties, Mr.'s and Mrs. Zhao, this a surprise. I'm sorry, but I thought the Tiger's men were suppose to protect you for the moment?"
(Xi)
"Protect? Bah they imprisoned us and others. Colonel, get whatever men you can get that is still loyal to me, we are going to arrest the Tiger and Deer."
(Szeto)
"Yes your Majesty I can get men to rally behind you, but there is a problem."
(Xi)
"What problem?"
(Szeto)
"The Tiger and Deer has left for the Guild earlier in the morning. Currently it is his subordinate that is in charge, he is at the Tiger's Office in the Imperial Palace."
(Xi)
"If he already left, he doesn't know of our escape.... Jam all radio transmissions going out the Capital, we'll make sure he still doesnt know. Go now!"
With a salute, Szeto and the men around them quickly go out to follow out their Emperor's orders. With the men going about, Chung leads the five inside to a protective bunker.
As the Emperor's men is mobilising, Saull is at the Tiger's Office on the radio. He smashes his fist at the desk as he hears the news.
(Saull)
"What!!! How did you let a whole household staff of people escape!! Never mind, get all of our men to go out on the streets to search for them, use force if nessecary. I'll call the Tiger."
With a click, Saull switches his channel to the Tiger's Galleon.
(Saull)
Sir, sir, can you read me? We have a situation. Sir?"
All that he can hear is static. Furious, he continues to bash the receiver.
Flak it, they already jammed all outgoing transmission.
With a huff, he gets up from his seat and exits the office. Outside, an armoured car is waiting for him as several trucks with the Tiger's soldiers can be seen in the background going out to search for the Emperor.
Piemanlives:
-- Vyshtorg, Zankief's Warehouse--
Bdrline
"Wait, I know you. From Cathedral right?"
Thankfully a friendly face, he gave a sigh of relief.
Richard
"Bdrline, I was wondering when we'd run into you. Reagan sent us as soon as the news came in."
He tried to squirm away from the gun barrel but Althea kept the gun trained on him. He was a bit desprate but he didn't want to look suspicious.
Richard
"Come on, a little help would be appreciated!"
Bdrline sighed, what the hell kind of mess was this anyway?
Bdrline
"Put the gun down."
Althea
"But..."
She sighed.
Althea
"Fine..."
She lowered the gun but she kept staring at Richard with a highly suspicious, if not predatory look. Richard seemingly relieved and exhausted at the same time came to sit on a crate nearest to him.
Richard
"Listen, me and Alex are searching around for information regarding the guild's meeting with Yesha in a few days. The only thing we managed to gather from a few ranking guild members we encountered was that there was some suspicion regarding the meeting, yet no one seems to know what to do. You guys seem to pretty set up here, anything you know would be greatly appreciated."
--Somewhere in Vyshtorg--
Lorena and Dahlia wandered down stairs, locating the kitchen they cooked up a simple meal, they apparently missed breakfast by a large margin. Dahlia sighed, she didn't know what to do, especially about her love life, that man from Cathedral sprung into her mind again, she remembered how nervous she felt about that confrontation and how she ran from the situation.
Lorena
"You alright?"
She looked up from her meal.
Dahlia
"I guess so, just not feeling it right now."
Lorena looked at her, she wasn't herself, she'd been acting a bit skittish since the race and frankly was beginning to bother her.
Lorena
"Alright, tell me what's wrong."
Dahlia
"Promise you won't laugh?"
She sighed.
Lorena
"I promise."
Dahlia
"My love life is a mess."
Lorena mentally, and physically slapped herself.
Lorena
"Oh Dahlia, what am I going to do with you?"
Dahlia
"I'm serious!"
She slammed the table between them.
Dahlia
"I mean, I don't really know what I'm doing, I don't know how to express how I feel, I'm a nervous wreck when I'm near someone I... well... you know..."
Her face fell towards the table.
Dahlia
"What am I doing with my life?"
Lorena walked over to the other side of the table, hand on shoulder she gave her shake.
Lorena
"Don't worry about it for now. We have bigger fish to fry, so save it, you can worry about it after we thrawt the Empire's plans."
Dahlia sighed.
Dahlia
"Yeah, I guess so."
Lorena moved to hug her however some movement at the door stopped her from doing so. She heard a pair of voices, voices that seemed eerily familiar. It was when they entered the kitchen did she show any surprise.
Lorena
"Oh no, you?!"
Before she had a chance to do anything two sets of arms wrapped themselves around her. Dahlia seemed heavily amused by the entire scene.
Woman
"Oh Lorena dear, it's so good to see you! You've gotten so beautiful these past few years!"
Man
"What are you doing here alone anyway? Where is your father?"
Lorena
"Off!"
She managed to force them both off her, though not really exhausted, she looked incredibly flustered. Dahlia tilted her head at the pair, they were a bit odd, but Lorena seemed a bit too close to them to be simple strangers.
Dahlia
"Lorena, who are they?"
The three of them remembered she was in the room.
Lorena
"Oh, right you wouldn't know them would you?"
She moved out of the way to let them sit down.
Lorena
"Right, Dahlia, might I introduce Marcus and Janice... Henley, my grandparents."
Marcus
"You know, you never answered my question."
Lorena
"Dad's somewhere around here, we kind of got... separated."
Dahlia
"So wait, I thought the Captain came from Firnfeld, if your his parents, what are you doing in the guild?"
The couple exchanged a look.
Janice
"The story is bit more complicated than that. You see we're actually from Yesha."
Marcus
"Let's just say that our son managed to fall in love with the wrong girl."
Janice
"Her family was none to pleased and decided to heckle us nonstop about it for years! I think they hoped to take her back and imprison him. We finally had enough and decided to leave the Empire and visit. That was only a few years ago, Lorena was still a sweet little girl!"
Lorena
"Grandma..."
Marcus
"Anyway we decided to visit her father up in Firnfeld before moving on, we owed him that much."
Janice
"And then we came here."
Dahlia
"But why?"
Marcus
"Ah, you see I'm a craftsman and a sculptor, my wife is a wonderful painter, so we came here. The guild is quite vivid with brilliant artists you see, so we thought it was only natural, so for a few years now we've managed to live comfortable life."
Dahlia
"I see."
Janice
"Anyway, we shouldn't keep you, your father is probably worried sick about you."
She gave Lorena a kiss on the forehead. She squirmed a bit under the attention. Marcus left the room a quickly came back with a bag.
Marcus
"Here, these are your things, though I'd give em a wash."
Lorena
"Thanks, you know, how did we get here anyways? I don't remember anything."
Janice
"I wouldn't expect you to, you were incredibly drunk at the time."
Dahlia
"Were we? I don't recall that."
Janice
"Trust me, you would have done something stupid if we hadn't stepped in, like running off into the sewer and causing mayhem."
Lorena
"Sounds like the time Preston got drunk."
Dahlia giggled at that statement.
Marcus
"Anyways, when you see him, give him our love and tell him to visit sometime."
Lorena
"I will, thank you."
--Vyshtorg, High Residential--
Alex opened the door, the guildsmen were all sitting around the table, many were deep in thought yet the leader was talking.
Guildsman
"I see no reason to come unarmed to this coming meeting, though that might be a little insulting."
He then noticed Alex enter the chamber.
Guildsman
"Excuse me, but this is a private meeting, if you need to do some guarding, do it elsewhere!"
Alex
"Romanov sir?"
One of the men sitting at the table sat up.
Romanov
"Yes, that's me, what is it?"
Alex
"Message just arrived for you."
Romanov
"Let me see!"
He snatches the envelope from his hand and tears it open. The others try to catch a glimpse of what it says.
Guildsman
"Well?"
Romanov
"It's nothing, nothing at all, excuse me."
Everyone watches as he leaves the room, Alex, deciding he's outstayed his welcome gives a brief salute and walks out the door, not having learned anything.
--Somewhere in Vyshtorg--
Lorena and Dahlia walked along the street, her grandparents, having sent them on her way had given them lunch so they wouldn't go hungry.
Dahlia
"You know, you don't look Yeshan."
Lorena
"That's because my grandparents are from Paritus."
Dahlia
"Ah."
BdrLineAzn:
Narrator
Tension rise as Tiger troops, under the command of Saull, search the streets for the missing Emperor and company. The entire capital is on end as citizens are being detained without cause or reason for the location of the individuals. Underground in a bunker beneath the Imperial Barracks, Shen and Xi is coordinatating with Szeto trying to rally men who still loyal to the Emperor.
Half a world away, with knowledge of Alex and his crew in the city as well, BdrLine has explained the current situation to him. With a bigger insight of what is going on, Alex and the others go on with their part time jobs to gather anymore information. With the many preparation taking place, the warehouse has become a somewhat a command center. Now the group can do is just wait until the arrival of the ships.
Up north in the frozen Firnfeld, the blizzard rages on disrupting travel both on ground and in the air. Melin is stuck in his room writing up connections for this investigation. Still in the safety of his own hideout, the mutated Birdman sits as he waits the storm out.
End Narration
Start of Day 18
Vystorg, Zankief's Warehouse
Sitting on top of the ceiling, BdrLine watches the city skyline trying to get his mind at ease. The past few days went by in a blur getting things prepared. To get some time away from all of it, he goes to the only place where no one else is crazy enough to follow.
Listening to the breeze, he hears an exceptionally loud group of engines fills the skies. Looking up, he notices a large group of airships bearing Yeshan markings, some with his mother's trading company.
Oh flak, hear it goes
Going over to a pole, he slides down and enters the warehouse.
After landing in the military docks, Ny-Lee dons her finest uniform and departs her Pyramidion, leaving her worried crew behind. Waiting for her at the bottom is an automobile ready to take her to Slava's Guild house. Entering the vehicle, it starts as it drives out of the base.
As soon as the vehicle arrives to the Guild house, she is greeted with a large entourage of guildmasters and their security. Exiting, Ny-Lee comes face to face with an older gentleman.
(Man)
"Captain Zhao I presume."
(Ny-Lee)
"Yes, I am."
(Man)
"Ah let me introduce myself. I am Master Slava. I hope your trip was a pleasant one. Why don't we come inside to discuss terms.
(Ny-Lee)
"Greetings Master Slava, and it was a pleasant one. But there is a slight change in our meeting."
(Slava)
"How so?"
(Ny-Lee)
"I'm here to inform you that the Tiger and the Deer are coming to take my place in the negotiations."
(Slava)
"Hmm I see, very well then. Please come in anyway, we have a feast prepared. Be a shame for it to go to waste."
Following Slava, the entire group enters the building.
Gryphos:
--Zankief's Warehouse--
Gareth looks up from stroking Roc to see Bdrline rush in.
Gareth
"What's up?"
Bdrline
"They've arrived."
Everyone freezes in place for a moment, and silence settles, only broken when Zardis launches from his chair to his shotgun, which was leaning against the wall.
Zardis
"Then let's go!"
Gareth looks from Lyre to Bdrline.
Gareth
"I suppose? But surely we need some kind of plan of action. We can't just charge in there, guns blazing."
Lionel
"Well-"
Gareth
"We can't."
Michael is leaning against the wall, fondling a spyglass.
Michael
"Slava's guildhall is a fortress. One way in, one way out. There's not exactly any way we're going to be able to sneak in there. It'd have to be the front door."
Piemanlives:
--Somewhere in Vyshtorg, 1 hour ago--
Alex and Richard were sitting in a bar, things were as usual slow, most of their contracts had been completed, netting them a nice bonus from this entire mess. The rest of the crew was waiting with their ship, during the time here they managed to do an overhaul on their vessel, mostly repairing the damage they took outside Cathedral. For now they contemplated their next move.
Alex
"Richard, what exactly do we know now?"
Richard
"Other than the fact that Slava is a traitor? Nothing really."
The two of them sighed, the wait was really getting to everyone, for now they were waiting to see if any jobs would be posted in the ensuing hours of waiting this day would probably imply, like every single day before hand. Though the fact that he learned his parents were living in the city was a bright spot, at least they had that. He'd probably have to go say hello but he didn't want to endanger them, so for now they did nothing, at least, till a courier entered the bar.
Courier
"Excuse me, where can I find the owner of this establishment?"
The man cleaning glasses behind the counter looked up briefly to see who was speaking, before looking back down at his work.
Bar keep
"That's me, why? Need something?"
Courier
"A large order has been placed, you've been called up to supply a portion of it."
Bar keep
"Who's the client?"
Courier
"Guildsman Slava."
The bar keeper set down the glass quietly.
Bar keep
"What's the order?"
Courier
"6 barrels of your best wine. He's planning a meeting of some kind soon."
Some murmuring in the background arose as he placed the order on the counter.
Bar keep
"Not gonna be cheap."
The courier glanced back at the bar patrons.
Courier
"I think everyone here knows he can afford it."
He sighed, it would take a while for another shipment to come in, but as long as the price was good. He took a look down at the placement order, signed it and handed it back.
Bar keep
"It'll take some time to bring it up there, so tell him not to expect it so soon."
He muttered something under his breath as the courier left, probably just condemning Slava to a less pleasant version of the afterlife. He took off his apron and set it on a stool behind the counter.
Bar keep
"Oi, Margot, keep an eye on the place, got a delivery to make!"
A women serving drinks to a rather rowdy table turned to look at him, hand on hip, with eyes rolling in his general direction.
Margot
"Don't take too long! I doubt I can keep these men from proposing to me for much longer!"
The owner just rolled his eyes at her. Richard looked at Alex for a second, as if sensing his intent he shouted over to the owner.
Alex
"Excuse me sir? Do you need help with that?"
The owner turned back to him, he raised an eyebrow as he scanned the two of them. Thinking it over he leaned on the counter.
Bar keep
"Yeah, feel up to it?"
Richard
"More than you'll ever know."
They got up from their seats and followed him into the bar's celler, a few workers were loading the barrels into a transport, they were, fairly large barrels. Sighing in resignation the three of them mounted up the truck and drove off.
--Vyshtorg Harbor, Present--
Reynold was as always in charge of the ship, however looking at the veritable fleet of Yeshan ships made him feel inadequate to the task at hand. Alex of course told him not to contact him, the news would probably spread on its own and it would have probably reached him in mere moments. They decided to split up the crew, Reynold, Phillip, Amelia, and Preston would stay with the ship, Alex and Richard would act on their own, though if they needed to contact them in anyway they would. That left Dahlia, Lorena, Reagan and Travis to work with Bdr and his group. To be honest he didn't feel comfortable doing this, though he knew they could, Amelia was finally getting the hang of being an engineer, this was mostly due to the fact she was tired of getting grime on her face when something blew up on her.
Dahlia
"REYNOLD!"
He heard the voice far before he actually saw her, after a few moments she pushed through the crowd and onto the ship.
Dahlia
"We're planning our next move, be ready for anything."
Reynold looked at her for a moment before motioning to the radio set he finished setting up that morning.
Dahlia
"Oh, well, they could have intercepted it."
Reynold shrugged, it wasn't that important.
Reynold
"You should get back to the others, we can handle ourselves, stay safe."
Dahlia
"You too."
She gave a brief salute before running back to the warehouse, behind him he saw Preston climb down the ladder.
Preston
"Engines clear, we're ready when you are."
He nodded.
Reynold
"How you holding up?"
Preston
"Mostly just stiff, it doesn't hurt anymore really."
Again he nodded. This is going to be an interesting day he thought as he drank from a canteen.
--Zankief's Warehouse--
Michael
"Slava's guildhall is a fortress. One way in, one way out. There's not exactly any way we're going to be able to sneak in there. It'd have to be the front door."
Dahlia entered the meeting out of breath. She hated running, she looked to the others and nodded before collapsing on a chair. The others hadn't really noticed her, though they gave her a nod anyways. Lorena entered the room with a mug, probably coffee. She sat down next to Dahlia as she thought about it.
Lorena
"So what do we do?"
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