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The Skies have no Limit
Gryphos:
--Garrow, Just Outside of Cathedral--
Gareth and Lyre stepped off the ship into the docks of a relatively small town, completely unsuspicious and even now in full merriment due to the festival which even took place here. They walked out of the dock and into the centre of town.
Gareth
"So who are we looking for?"
Lyre
"Do you remember Mockingjay?"
Gareth
"How could I forget."
Mockingjay had previously been one of Gareth and Lyre's contacts, fixing them up with equipment and unsavoury items whenever asked. To any outsider it would seem as though they were friends. But in reality Mockingjay never owed any allegiances other than to the highest bidder. And when the highest bidder was Yeshan authority, he sold out his "friends", luring them into an ambush in which Gareth was captured and Lyre only just managed to escape relatively unharmed. Since then Mockingjay has always had a small bit of paranoia incase Gareth escaped or Lyre took revenge, moving base every month or so, thinking he would always stay off the radar. But he was ever so wrong.
Lyre led Gareth into a dark alleyway and through a surprisingly unguarded door. They entered into a large warehouse full of junk with a few useful things scattered around the place. On the ceiling there was a large skylight which was the only source of light right now in the otherwise dark room. From another room leading off of the other end of this one they could hear the high-pitched, painfully familiar voice of Mockingjay.
Mockingjay
"Hold on, hold on! I'll be with you in a second!"
He hobbled out into the main room and froze dead in his tracks when he realised who it was, daring not move due to the fact that Gareth had a gun pointed at his head.
Gareth
"Hi, how's life? What's it been, five years?"
Mockinjay
"Please, forgive me. I was only trying to save myself."
Gareth lowered his gun.
Gareth
"Don't worry, I'd have done the same."
Mockingjay
"Really?"
Gareth
"NO, you fucking traitor! I'd never have done that!"
He raised his gun again super fast.
Lyre
"Look, we're not here to kill you. We just want a little compensation for all the trouble."
Mockingjay
"Well that's too ba- GUARDS!"
He ducked down behind cover just in time for Gareth's bullet to skim over his head. Then, from the back room, a squad of seven Yeshan soldiers came running out and taking position behind piles of junk. Ducking down, Gareth and Lyre both either drew or reloaded their pistol. The Yeshans started firing on them as they contemplated whether or not to make a dash for the exit, before deciding it was too exposed and too far away.
Gareth
"The bastard's done it again hasn't he?"
Lyre
"Yep."
She peered out of cover and took a pot shot, sadly not hitting target.
"It's no use, we're pinned down. And they're starting to move up."
Gareth
"We need backup."
Lyre
"What kind."
Gareth tried immensely hard in that second to come up with a witty and badass pun involving birds but was unable to.
Gareth
"The... Bird kind."
He shot the skylight, shattering it and sending broken glass flying all over the room but, more importantly, letting the two eagles come soaring in to their aid. The eagles then, able to fly with great speed even in the confined space of the warehouse, flew around the Yeshans, scratching and pecking and generally distracting them in general. They seemed to gang up on one of them, clawing at his face together and leaving him bleeding on the ground, before flying out of the way to dodge a bullet. While Gareth and Lyre, taking advantage of the soldiers' distraction, leapt over cover and advanced quickly, dispatching soldiers with great speed until only one was left, pointing a pistol at Gareth. Then Roc flew over and grabbed the pistol from his hand, dropping it one the other side of the room, leaving Gareth to shoot him between the eyes.
Checking there was no more resistance, Gareth and Lyre approached the specific pile of junk that Mockingjay was cowering behind. But, just then, Mockingjay jolted out from cover and fired a pistol wildly, hitting Lyre around the stomach. Lyre fell to the ground, groaning in pain, as Gareth fell to the ground, coddling her, and the eagles attacked Mockingjay, even going so far as to leave him dead and unrecognisable. Gareth quickly tore off a portion of his own cloak and wrapped it around Lyre's midriff like a bandage, before picking her up and rushing out of the warehouse and straight to the dock and the ship. He then set her down on the deck and cast off, taking the ship quickly back to Cathedral with the eagles flying behind.
When they got back to Cathedral Gareth carried her off the ship and in the direction of the Inn.
Plasmarobo:
--Wild Winds Inn--
Plasma is still brooding when Gareth carries Lyre through the door, a wild plea in his eyes. Two agitated birds follow him through the door.
Plasma
"Skies, what fresh hell is this!?"
Will this day never end? I swear, I'm never tending bar again!
He immediately rushes over, sweeping his hand over a table and sending the contents scattering to the ground.
Plasma
"Lay her there. She's been shot? Where? You!"
He points at a young, rather sober lad.
Plasma
"Fetch a doctor immediately! Tell him someone's been shot!"
Gareth carefully lowers the woman onto the table. Plasma grabs a knife and cuts the makeshift bandage away. He hisses through his teeth as he sees the wound.
How is she still alive!? The amount of blood she must have lost...
Plasma
"This is going to hurt, lucky she's not awake."
He carefully mops up most of the blood, and grabs a bottle of clear liquor of some sort. He pours it onto a clean, white cloth and quickly goes to work around the ruined flesh. He then balls up the sterile rag and presses it against the wound. He looks up at Gareth, a sudden panic'd idea entering his mind. He hands Gareth a knife and a clean fork.
Plasma
"Get that bullet out. Now."
He leaps behind the bar. Returning with a thick black liquid that stinks of gunpowder and alcohol. He glances at the blood covered hands of Gareth, avoiding the man's eyes. They fall instead on the slug in the crimson pool beside her. He grunts, slapping the black paste over the wound and then lighting a match.
Gareth
"Stop! You can't-"
The stuff ignites, burning it's hot sticky way into nothing. Or almost nothing. A fine, almost epoxy-like coating is left in the wake of the liquid, sealing any wounds the stuff didn't outright cauterize. Plasma sighs a sort of half relief.
Plasma
"It's alright, I've had to use this stuff before on...unfortunate crew mates. It's done what it can, and it'll keep doing it. The rest is up to her. Take her upstairs. Any room you like. The doctor will be along shortly. Until then, water."
BdrLineAzn:
--Docks--
In the race warehouse, Tommy and BdrLine has lifted and move the two engines to their build site. After securing and placing tarp over them so no one will see and be able to steal them, both men started to mend and fuse the metal together in some sort of a fuselage. After a few hours of work, they decide to take a break and look over the plans again, they head over to a table and bring out the blueprint.
BdrLine
"Ok, so far we made roughly the main body-"
He looks over his shoulder to the...build
"-well the front part at least."
Looking at the sheet of paper, Tommy places a finger and points to the cockpit.
Tommy
"How about controls, we still need to add them, especially to the wings and engines,"
BdrLine
"Once we have the body finished, and the wings fabricated, we get started on that. And speaking of engines, Gods i can't believe I'm asking this. But Tommy you remember that Dragon Pepper mixture those swabbies put in the Starlight?"
Tommy
"You can't be serious, you heard the explosion and saw the damage it did."
BdrLine
"I know, buuut look they were prop engines and the way that mixture went through the system caused a major ignition which made them explode. Here we have rocket engines, which are design for mini internal explosions, so they can go faster. So you remember the mixture."
Tommy
*Sigh* "Yeah I so, so im guessing im heading to the market to buy a crate worth."
BdrLine
"Yeah, and sorry you will be making it."
Sighing again, Tommy wipes some grease off his forehead and both he and BdrLine leaves to the market. As they buy the necessary ingredients for the new Dragon Fuel, as BdrLine aptly named, they head back to the dock entrance where BdrLine tells Tommy he is going back to the Inn.
--Competition Gun Range--
After the first 20 people went and did their run though the events, Charles's name was called in the third group and he and the other nine walks out to the range. As he walks down, he sees the many stations for the different weapons, Charles is then lead to the .45 revolver speed course. At an adjourning table to the entrance lies multiple pistols for use and many crates of ammunition. Beside the table stands a judge with a clipboard and a timer.
Judge
"Charles Nelson"
Charles
"Yes"
Judge
"Here is the rundown, you will get one pistol and 4 quick loading cylinders for the revolver, your weapon will be already pre-loaded with six bullets. This the speed course, you will go inside and follow the path to the end of the course, there are a total of 30 targets inside, and you will be timed on how quickly and how many targets you hit, ready."
After listening inventively, Charles nods his head.
Judge
"Alright, you may grab the weapon and standby for the signal."
Charles walks past the judge and picks up one of the revolvers, latching to his belt, he places the additional rounds. He takes slow breathes as he readies himself and closes his eyes. Around him it felt like time is slowing down as he somewhat hears the ticking on the judges watch. Soon a whistles is blown and Charles eyes snap open as he picks up the revolver and heads in the course.
--Somewhere in Cathedral--
As Courage enjoy his time off not worry about anything but the Festival, he spots two ladies hauling in their arms an engine. Thinking that they might be getting tired, and may try his luck, he swept back his hair and goes to the two.
Courage
"Umm excuse me misses, may I offer my assistance to help carry that for you?"
--Wild Winds Inn--
As BdrLine enters the establishment, he heads straight for the bar where he spots Plasma.
BdrLine
"Hey there Plasma, busy daa-a-a-a, the FLAK just happen?"
When he nears his acquaintance, he sees the blood on him and on the floor.
BdrLine
"Almost like the old times at the Saloon, so who got injured?"
--Non-Descriptive Room--
A man looks out through a window as he looks down at the crowd of people. The room itself feels dark as there is almost no light besides the one coming from the window. On a desk in the room lies an opaque birdlike mask, a sign of weaken and almost dead organization. A door opens and another man enters and closes the door behind him. Not looking away from the window, this mysterious man starts to speak.
Mystery Man
"So are the plans for the race being carried out?"
Man
"Yes sir, but is this necessary? Our resources are very thin, and shouldn't we coordinate with the others who are left?"
Mystery Man
"I don't associate with them anymore, while they hide to grow again, I have a different agenda and it is all dependent on getting those engines."
The Mystery Man slams a fist to the wall shaking it.
Mystery Man
*snarling* "This wouldn't have necessary, working darker in the shadows, and now the organization is scattered as well. Damn those Anvalan scum, if they weren't there at Wu, we would have taken Empire, or the world by now. That Admiral and his men, we should have captured that Zhao sooner then have waited for both siblings."
Man
"Zhao sir?"
Mystery Man
"Yes one of the children of that disgusting Zhao Family. We would have used him as bargaining chip."
Man
"Well sir, at the docks, there was a new shipping job to deliver good straight to the Zhao Manor. It was made by a man named Azn Zhao."
Turning to away from the window, the Mystery Man faces the other.
Mystery Man
"Azn Zhao if i heard correct."
Man
"Yes sir, that was the one who made the job."
Forming a smile, he starts to produce a sinister chuckle.
Mystery Man
"hehe, this may play to advantage, get you men and accept that job. If anything happens in this race, we have something to go back on."
Piemanlives:
--Cathedral Central District--
The two of them looked him over, of course he could just be trying to be nice but then again he also could be the opposite. The two of huddled together and spoke in whispers.
Dalhia
"What do you think?"
Lorena
"He wants the engine, there is no question about it."
Dalhia
"Well what do we do about it, we could just turn him away or-
She thought it over for a quick moment.
-we could use our feminine wiles."
Lorena just stared at her in shock, the idea was mad and as her father would say "This is crazier then stealing salvage from under the empire." Then again he's done it several times before so that really doesn't count, then again of course it's still a pretty crazy idea even if pulled off.
Lorena
"This is the worst idea you've had in the longest time, I guess we'll go along with it for now."
The two of them parted and looked back at him, he was looking a little bit expectant but then again most guys would.
Lorena
"Alright, here."
She passed it to him and he only grunted with effort, it was pretty heavy item, even with his strength.
Courage
''Alright, where to little lady."
Lorena
"Oh you know, south docks, there's a warehouse that someone I know owns, we'll store it there for now."
Courage
"Alright then, lets head off shall we?"
Dalhia
"After you kind sir."
He though her voice was a little sultry, boy, two gorgeous women, was he going to be lucky tonight."
Gryphos:
--Wild Winds Inn--
"...So who got injured?"
Gareth only just noticed BrdLine's entrance he was so fixated on Lyre.
Gareth
"A, err, partner... Lover... Thing."
It was as though his very ability to form a cohesive sentence was taken.
"Either way..."
He picked her up and cautiously carried her upstairs to his rented room to rest, the eagles hurriedly flying behind in pursuit.
--Docks--
Michael and his select crew had gone about finding the cheapest Squid available, and proceeding to almost dismantle it. They took away any unnecessary parts and replaced others with lighter alternatives until, in the end, it could not really be called a Squid anymore. It was the skeleton of a Squid, the bare minimum needed to keep it in the air.
But it wouldn't stop there. They then went about removing the standard propeller engines and replacing them with six, yes six rockets, four to act as thrust, and two flipped around and placed on the sides to make the ship at least somewhat menuevourable, if still no much, before connecting it all and standing back to look at the creation.
Hector
"Bootiful, but it needs a name."
Kay
"How bout... 'I swear it seemed like a good idea'"
Lionel
"Too long, it needs to be something short and snappy like 'Fast'"
Michael eventually decided on the not very accurate or representative 'Startail'"
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