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The Skies have no Limit
BdrLineAzn:
--Cathedral--
After roaming around the city, BdrLine and Courage decides to check on Tommy and Charles at the docks. The two approach the Goldfish and notices that they were finished and hopping off the Starlight, Tommy sees the two heading towards them and nudges Charles to their direction.
BdrLine
"Looks like you guys are done. So she's good to go when we are done here?"
Charles
"Yup, enough fuel, food, ammo. But the way you redesigned her we can leave in a storm and still make it out."
BdrLine
"Yeah, it took years, but Starlight is probably the greatest I made."
Tommy
"Not even Dragon Peppers in the engines can stop her."
BdrLine face palm as Tommy lets out a chuckle.
BdrLine
"Man I still hate that day. Had to leave my bag out and poof there goes the engines for at least a month. Glad those swabbies don't work for me anymore."
Courage pipes in
"Ok since we now have time, what are we going todo now. Festival doesn't start until tomorrow."
BdrLine
"Hmm, how about we just stop by the Inn and have a drink? So far nothing caught my eye during our little trip."
The four then exits the docks and walks towards the Wild Winds Inn.
BdrLineAzn:
--Narrator--
Once Plasma and the rest of his crew tighten down Mr.Maximus cart to the deck of the Venucian Might, Plasma lifts his ships out of the docks and exits the small town. He then plots a course back to Cathedral. During the journey, night has fallen around them and was quite uneventful. After hours of flying, the Junker-Class ship has view of the giant city over the dark horizon, as the city's lights give out a glow in the night skies. Moments pass and soon the Might lands back in the Western Docks. It a little before midnight when the ship and crew arrived, and Plasma decides that all o them should head back to the Inn for a nights rest, the cart and the crew's payment will be handled in the morning.
During that time, back in the city, BdrLine and friends got back to the Inn and sees that only Emily was there and a few other regulars to the Inn's bar. The four orders dinner for themselves as they discuss about the happenings for tomorrow's Festivel. Eventually they call it a night and heads back to their respective rooms. Back at another area of the docks, Alex returns from the bank carrying what looks like two briefcases, there he sees Richard sleeping on a table with paperwork in front of him as well as bottles scattered bottles. Shaking his head, Alex just passes him to store the cases away. As for Michael, he waits on Gareth's ship for his return as well as Lyre.
--End of Narrarion
End of Day 3
(Festivel tomorrow...whoo. But I think this system works for now, have he day extended so that people in other timzones can put in content. Once more people and post come in regularly, then it might saify back to start/end single day.)
BdrLineAzn:
(The posts in a row -.-, but I thnk I should start the day as well)
Spring, Start of Day 4
Spring Festivel, Cathedral
As the sun rises over the city, everywhere, people are putting up final decorations and setting up their many street stalls. Almost every street are littered with them as vendors take this opportunity to sell their wares. Besides people selling, there are sections in Cathedral where carnival rides and booths are set up for people to enjoy. Even contests are set for those of competitive spirit. In all the city is in full swing as tourist leav their ships, taverns, hotels, etcetra to enjoy the day.
--End Narration--
Gryphos:
--Cathedral--
It was late when Plasma and co arrived back in Cathedral and so they all decided to get a good night's rest, while on the Griffinheart, Michael and Lyre, with most Inns being full for the festival, put down sleeping bags on opposite ends of the ship from each other.
The next morning on the day of the festival, Gareth got up relatively early and made his way from the Inn to the docks to see if what Michael said was true. Lo and behold, standing there by the gangplank was Lyre, facing him.
Gareth
"Well... I guess it's been a while."
Lyre
"It has. And I'm sorry, sincerely."
Gareth
"Oh don't mention it, to be honest I'd have done the same. It's a bird-eat-bird world."
Lyre laughed and took a step towards Gareth. On the dock floor behind Gareth Roc and Garuda were standing there, staring at each other.
Lyre
"So what have you been doing since you got out?"
Gareth
"I've started to only take lawful contracts now since I'd rather not see the rest of my days in a Yeshan jail cell. And so I got myself a crew."
Lyre
"Yes, I've met Michael."
She gestured back towards the ship where, oblivious to the two, Michael was wide awake and listening.
Gareth
"He's a good man and has served me well."
Lyre
"He seems alright. Anyway, what now?"
Gareth
"What, go out gallivanting around the six nations. Not now, or not yet. I'd quite like to stay and see the Spring festival."
They both looked at the eagles and saw them nestled together.
Lyre
"Lovebirds."
Gareth
"They're not the only ones."
Lyre smiled and edged still closer to Gareth, and him to her. They met in an embrace and a passionate kiss. Michael, by this point was on his feet and putting away his sleeping bag.
So they're involved, that part she failed to mention. Well, she's a looker, good on you Gareth.
He chuckled to himself and awkwardly edged past them on his way to the festivities.
Mill Wilkinson:
The return-flight went without a hitch, and most of the time Mill spent tuning the hydraulics and oiling up the mechanical parts of the guns on the airship. It wasn't like the guns weren't well-maintained, but here and there it could be seen that the ship guns hadn't seen an expert in a while. They would've worked just fine for several years yet, but still the ex-corporal found himself under the armaments, fine-tuning turn assists and filing new trigger-mechanisms. it was a passion of his, work that filled him with genuine joy, not in a slaughterer-sense but in a pure satisfaction of seeing something mechanical working over their normal expectation. Some mechanics, who taught him the basics of engines, told it was called "engineer's pride", and that it was a rare trait among gunners.
One little hitch he did encounter with the inner mechanisms of the front gun. He took the part out and it was clearly a jury-rigged piece of equipment. Mill could understand the need for it in a tough spot, but using it for a longer period of time would've been hard on the inner systems. He walked to the captain and showed the greasy hand-made divider to him. "Captain, this is from the front gun. How long have you been having this fix on it?"
"What is that?"
"a divider-tube from the hydraulics, or at least it is supposed to be. It helps with the turning of the gun, preventing it from swinging back in sudden movements of the ship. It has already leaked to the mounting, which means a cleanup and a refill to the tubing. Still, this needs to be replaced, sir."
"Do it, I told you where the spare parts were, didn't I?"
"Yes sir!"
Cathedral
When they returned to the city, Mill was dirty as a compost but smiled. He had managed to fix the gun without a hitch and the spare part was a perfect fit. He considered his duties to be filled for the 100 crowns promised.
"What a good day this was. Hey, Imag, how about a drink and dinner in the Wild Winds?"
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