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The Skies have no Limit
BdrLineAzn:
--Docks--
Still at the spare rocket and parts warehouse, BdrLine and Tommy are at a table with a blueprint n front of them. On the paper, various sketches, designs, and measurements are drawn upon it.
With a pencil in hand, BdrLine writes down more on the sheet.
"Ok we know that there are going to be two winners in this thing, fastest time to each checkpoint and longest distance. And the record holder-"
Tommy
"A guy named Daniel Jones."
He points to Tommy for the answer.
"Rignt, did it in a ship with fixed wings and an inflatable balloon. But I think I've have something for us to make us go faster and farther. Ok we'll make a ship using light sheet metal to reduce weight, only adding parts that we truly need. And we are adding wings to this thing as I think it helped Daniel, but it's going to be swept back at an angle."
Putting a hand to stop him, Tommy interrupts BdrLine.
"Wait why swept back wings? Wouldn't normal aircraft wings work, why make a whole new design."
BdrLine
"Well my friend I figured out that swept wings reduces drag on the aircraft, thus making them fly faster."
Tommy
"And how you figured that out?"
BdrLine
"Ok while you guys were running the docks and saloon, I found a junked plane out in the Dunes while I was in my Junker. So I brought it back and fixed it and experimented on it a bi in my warehouse. One day I thought what would happen if I angled the wings back and poof I was soaring faster than Sky's newest plane."
Tommy
"Wait hold on, if you kept it in the warehouse, how come me or the other guys didn't notices it."
BdrLine
"Oh it was in the section where most of the stuff I'm working on blows up and I knew you guys wouldn't go near that area."
Tommy
"Ahh clever, man seriously that one part is such a disaster zone. Sounds like this is a plan in progress."
BdrLine
"Yup, now all we need to find are the rocket engines."
They turn around from the table and look at the massive warehouse and the materials inside.
BdrLine
"Looks like we are going to be here for a while."
Tommy
"Seems so, let's dig then."
The two then roll up their plans and enter the building.
--Competition Gun Range--
As the shooting competition is about to start, people come in and crowd the the range to get good seat to view competitors. Down at the actually range, Charles and around 50 or so other people are getting briefed by one of the judges.
Judge
"Alright, listen up. For all three events we are on a point system so what ever your time was in the speed challenges today, we have a chart to base it off from and tally your scores from there. The challenges for today, we are using the standard weapons used but the Militia here to make it even, so no personal or special weapons can be used. Weapons are the 12 gauge pump action shot gun, the Henry Repeater, Enfield bolt action rifle, and the .45 revolver. For today's events, they are fastest to unload the weapon on a single target, on multiple targets, and ending in a speed course. Everyone understand."
A chorus of 'yes' can be hear throughout the crowd as they understand the regulations.
Judges
"Good, everyone one will be divided into groups of ten, I've have the list here, those who are not participating will wait in the spectator section, so when I call your names come with me to the competition range. ..."
As he calls out the first ten, Charles name wasn't called so he and the other forty go and watch and wait it out. As he watches the first ten, there are total of 12 challenges, four each for the individual weapons. During this time, much clanking can be heard as bullets are hitting the metal targets.
--Wild Winds Inn--
Finally deciding not to mop and accept that he is in the race, Courage finally eats and finishes his breakfast.
Hmm maybe it's not that all bad. BdrLine may have some crazy ideas and experiments, but in the end they work out exceptionally well. I should be happy he and Tommy are working in it. hmm he's right I should spend some time out.
With that he stands up from his seat and places the money for the meals on the table and heads out to the Festival.
--Cathedral Merchant District--
Courage is seen walking and enjoying his alone time to himself. He spots a booth with a man selling pistols. Behind one of the cases sits a double-action revolver and Courage looking down at it.
Courage
"Excuse me, can I look at that weapon?"
The vendor looks up to see who was asking and spots Courage and the item he was requesting.
Vendor
"Ahh the double-action, sure you look like a man who can handle such a piece."
He takes out a key and unlocks the case and brings he revolver out for him. Courage takes it from the man and eyes the firearm, looking down the sights and a feel for the grip and trigger. Satisfied for the feel and weight, he spins it in his hand back and forth before presenting it back to the vendor.
Vendor
"Full of energy aren't ya. So thinking of buying it?"
Courage
"I would like too, how much?"
Vendor
"2000 silvers or 1750 gold."
Courage
"Ohh, I don't have that much on me right now."
Vendor
"Ahh you know what, since you have some connection to this piece and I like ya, I'll reserve this for you until Festival week is over. Just get the money until then and the revolver is yours."
Courage
"Wow thanks"
Vendor
"No problem, now just run along and don't worry a thing."
With a nod, Courage leaves the booth and continues through the Festival.
--Docks--
Back at the warehouse, BdrLine and Tommy as found piles of sheet metal and places it to the side to be formed into their craft for later. On top of a pile of metal, BdrLine shifts through still looking for either more metal or controls. Unknown to him, his constant shifting weight and movement, the pile begins to slide and collapse. Passing by, Tommy carries some tools to shape the already found pieces when he notices the pile moving. Panicking, he drops the equipment and yells to BdrLine
"Bdr watch out, the pile you are on is about to slide underneath you."
Hearing the warning, BdrLine looks down as it begins to shake a little. Before it collapse he jumps off and onto Tommy as the pile of scrap spreads out.
BdrLine
"Thanks for the save."
Rubbing his head and pushing his friend off of him, Tommy to him.
"No problem, just watch it next time. What the flak?!?"
As he finishes his sentence, Tommy looks at the collapse pile and spots something.
BdrLine
"What? you see something?"
Tommy just uses one of his hands and turns BdrLine's head to the pile and uses the other to point what he was seeing. BdrLine's eyes widens as he spots it.
"Is that what I think it is?"
Tommy
"Uh huh"
BdrLine
"And there are two?"
Tommy
"Yup"
The pair rushes to the location which turns out to be two large engines.
BdrLine
"I've heard rumors that some prototypes were made in Kian, but I didn't think they were true."
Tommy
"How did it get here to Cathedral?"
BdrLine
"I don't know but you know what we have right now."
They both look at eachother and together
"The experimental X-02 Wyvern"
They give high fives as to the extraordinary find and quickly went to find a crane to lift the two up to their build site.
Piemanlives:
Between three different teams, experimental and possibly quite dangerous engines find their ways into their grasps. Whether or not these engines will bring them to victory is uncertain, only time will tell and the skills of those who pilot them.
--Cathedral Dock Yard--
Alex
"Right we found our skooter frame and our Zypher engine, funny thing about the Zypher, it's actually called the XB-0 Hresvelgr but apparently most people can't pronounce that."
Richard
"Well that's a slightly useless fact, how does that help us exactly?"
Alex
"Doesn't, just a little fun fact for the day."
He quickly took out his time piece and took a look at it before pocketing it.
Alex
"She's late you know, what could she be doing?"
Reagan
"Sorry!"
She came up running to them, behind her was a large cart holding various parts and items.
Reagan
"I had to grab some stuff from the race warehouse, couldn't let them take all the good light stuff, I also have a few heavier pieces for coverings."
Richard
"Any glass we can use for a pull over?"
Alex took a step towards it, taking a quick look inside he spotted a variety of small metal sheets, some shaping tools, and a variety of other things.
Alex
"I'd say we're good to go."
The began hauling the cart to their warehouse, Alex thought it would be best if he discussed the ladder board now instead of later.
Alex
"Okay so there are two section for the race, distance and speed, while a group can top in both categories they can only win one. That way an entire group doesn't take all the spoils you see."
They rounded a corner onto the main avenue, he took out his time piece again, according to this the Skooter races would begin in about an hour.
Richard
"Right then it gives us something to aim for, question is what should we go for, distance or speed?"
Reagan
"I'd say distance, however if we can hit the speed one as well that would be nice as well, however"
She took a quick look at Richard.
-You are a master navigator and pilot, if anyone can get us the distance prize it's you."
Richard
"Why thank you, if anything I bet a decent amount of the groups will be mounting a single fire rockets, they'll last as long as the fuel does and then cut out. They may have an engine for back up use but they may not be able to sustain it."
Alex
"Sounds about right, I saw one of the guys I met at the inn a bit ago with a colleague, they looked pretty happy about something so I assume they found an engine that might be better then ours."
Richard
"Really now? This race is going to be interesting, also if you don't know I saw your daughter earlier with Dalhia, they were hauling an engine back with them so I assume they're in the race as well."
Reagan
"Oh you have daughter?"
She was pretty surprised to say the least, she kind of thought him unmarried, a pity.
Alex
"Yup, twenty-one in fact. To think we'll be facing off against our head engineer though, Richard what do you think about this?
Richard
"It will be a very interesting race."
Reagan
"Well it's something we can agree on."
The group continued down the street till they reached the warehouse. Putting their parts together with the engine and loading in the three seater frame, they managed to get their equipment together in preparation for the race in just a few days, considering the time, they gathered the crew together and headed off to the skooter races.
Gryphos:
-- A Cathedral Dock warehouse--
Michael and Hector, the crew's engineer, were rummaging about in a lesser known of Cathedral's old warehouses, trying to search for as many and as powerful engines as possible.
Hector
"Sir, it seems most people are going along the route of small and light aircraft. Shouldn't we be doing something similar instead of taking a proper airship, even if it's a squid?"
Michael
"Trust me there's method in my madness. See, the problem with small aircraft is that there's no room, so people often have to settle for one or two engines, but we..."
He overturned a large sheet of metal to uncover four very large engines.
"... We can go for at least five."
Hector
"But we will still won't have the handling capabilities of a skooter."
Michael
"Don't underestimate me."
--Competition Gun Range--
Gareth
"Don't underestimate Michael."
While watching the displays of gunfire, Gareth and Lyre were discussing the upcoming race and their plans.
"He may not seem it, but he's an exceptional pilot."
Lyre
"So he actually has a chance of winning?"
Gareth
"More than us I dare say. But I doubt even he can win a race like this with a proper airship. He probably has something up his sleeve."
Lyre
"Weren't we doing that too?"
Gareth
"...No... It was just a, err, a trick. I never actually intended to use a-"
Lyre
"Should we find some skooters?"
Gareth
"Yep."
Lyre
"I know where we can find a few really good ones."
Lyre led the way away from the shooting range and toward the docks and hew ship.
Plasmarobo:
--Wild Winds Inn--
The festival sweeps through the city, leaving everyone who comes into contact with it elated.
Except Plasma, and the other barkeeps in the city. With no sign of Newt or Emily, he sprints, tumbles, and lurches around the room, delivering drinks and keeping up with orders. It's not long before he's entirely exhausted.
The afternoon grants him a bit of a reprieve. The doors open an a man enters. He is wrapped entirely in cloth. A long tan cloak covers plain linen garments. His face is wrapped in a long strip of cloth, which reveals only his eyes. The buzzing raucous atmosphere of the bar stumbles a bit as he sweeps through the door, standing imposingly just inside the threshold and staring imperiously around the bar, searching each patron optically before moving to the next.
Eventually he moves up to the bar, and the room resumes it's previous raucour.
Plasma glances up at the man unevenly, slowly turning a rag around a glass tankard.
Plasma
"Can I get you anything?"
Man of Dust
"You are Plasma, formerly of Anvala, ascended to the rank of Lieutenant, son of Lily and Evan?"
The mallet-like force and quiet, surgeon-like delivery leave Plasma blinking at the man, fumbling the mug onto the counter and leaning heavily upon it.
Plasma
"How...? Who are...?"
The man holds up a hand, palm out.
Man of Dusty
"There is a race that will happen soon. A man in this race has no honor and will ensure the race becomes very difficult, both for himself, and the other racers. I tell you this as an offering of peace, of good will. We of dust wish to see no harm come to those in the race. This is your place of residence, contact whom may help you prevent this man. But be wary. He will not be easy to hinder."
The man abruptly turns and strides out the door, leaving Plasma gibbering in his wake.
Someone is going to sabotage the rocket race? How would they even? It's already about as dangerous as you can get...
Piemanlives:
A man sat within a nondescript room. His plan was coming to fruition yet there was a force moving to hinder him. He had caught wind of certain engines finding their way into the hands of certain competitors, engines he has not modified to fulfill the plan he has. No matter he thought, he had contacts, contacts that would eliminate them quietly during the race. There was one thing he did not know though, he was being watched by forces, and soon plans everywhere would fall into place.
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