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Merchants, Pirates and the Flying Cantina.

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Kaylin Spencer:

Allowed Nations
Yesha Empire = Conquerers / Anglian Republic = Frozen Mountain people / Arashi League = Desert Warriors
Order of Chaladon = Nature protectors / Mercantile Guild = Mercenaries and Merchants
Fjord Baronies = Medieval Cast system of Kings lords nobles and peasants
Prelude

At the dawn of the industrial age
The power of the machine granted us a great Abundance

but despite our prosperity, we desired more.
And our greed became bloodshed

War raged for decades
fouling the air and poisoning the land

light of our achievements faded

Now at the crossroads of a new age,
We must once again choose our destiny.

After Centuries of darkness,
The spark of Mankind Flickers once more.



It is a rather sunny and hot day in the dunes. A Promethean ship is slowly moving along the bottom of the sand just beneath the sand clouds. A rather young woman wearing a noble light pink dress with a light purple corset sits at the helm of a rugged deck. She takes a few deep breathes as she looks over at the crew managing the hull. Kaylin lets out a sigh as she mutters, "How long till we get to the market....I mean it is on a Mobula with a cantina right?" The captain looks over at her as he smirks, "Ah yes miss Spencer we have the coordinates for the meeting point and it is going to be around here in the next hour. My suggestion is we just relax and enjoy the scenery since no one can really sneak up on this point from the open area." The brunette would just slide her long hair back behind her head as she nodded to the captain and leaned back in her chair resting her eyes.

((Open to anyone...main focus of this rp room is for merchants, pirates, bandits, and tavern rp))

RedRoach:
A young, flame-headed scavenger slowly hovered above the sands, with his jet-black jacket (impossibly filled with everything an aspiring stowaway might need, like crackers and gizmos), spray bottles filled with paint, his hi-power pistol from that one pirate, and that weird gadget he found on that one wreck on his wrists, hidden away in the most graceful hiding place ever: a now-empty crate of ammo stowed onboard a Promethean ship that very convieniently, thanks to overheard conversations, going to a market with a mobula. Or a mobula with a market, whatever, same difference. He just wanted to jump off and do something FUN. Unlike sitting in a damn ammo crate all flakkin day.

Samantha Vosh:
Hovering quietly above the sands, using the wind to slowly drift along with the low hanging cloud. A ship, a Pyramidion, floated. It's view and the view of others on it almost fully obstructed by the brown floating sands. At the helm, a young man, doing his best to maneuver the ship along with the breeze. His eagle eyes had already spotted the Promethean ship in the far off distance. His expression worried by the lack of mobility of said ship. “Why is it just hanging there.” He wondered aloud. He took a deep breath then and glanced to his rear. “Lilly, hear anything on the radio?” The teen girl standing at the device shook her head. “I've tried all channels, it's as silent as dessert a beetle.” The answer didn't put him at ease. However, there were more sources that could give him the necessary clues. “Sam, have they seen us yet?” The gunner of the ship shook her head and slipped down the ladder. “No, not yet anyway. Worried they might be raiders?” She calmly asked as she stepped to his side. “Might be. Who would stay still like that in the middle of the dessert?” The pilot asked her. His voice slipping a few notes of concern. Without asking the woman took the spyglass of his belt and looked straight at the ship with it. “What are the chances?” He asked. Sam grinned as she answered amused. “We could take them, Fabian. Use the element of surprise of a preemptive strike.” The pilot shook his head. “I'm not asking that, I want to know the chances.” “Fine fine, very low. They certainly are not dressed for the occasion. There is one in pink I think.” The gunner answered slightly irritated. Figured her idea had been shot out of the sky before they could fire. Lilly gave up then and went up to them. “Nothing. I could try all day.” Fabian sighed and observed the direction of the wind relative to the ship and sighed. “What ever is the case, we have to pass them if we want to continue.” He then explained as he stared at the ship in the distance. Lilly curiously asked then. “If they don't seem dangerous, can't we just go up to them and ask them why they are there?” A rather crude approach to this situation, the pilot thought, but it would be the most effective in not being shot at. Fabian took a deep breath then. “Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.” He answered calmly, putting the ship in a shallow dive. The engines put to half speed as he turned the ship's front towards the Promethean ship. “Get Edison out of bed, I really hope they won't engage us, but if they do I prefer to have everyone at the ready.” He ordered then. Lilly nodded and hurried over the deck to get the engineer out. Samantha folded the spyglass and put it back on the pilot's belt, somewhat disappointed. She climbed up the ladder again and sat down on the upper walk way, watching as the Pyramidion flew ever closer to the strangers.

RedRoach:
The scavenger sat in his little crate, now ultimately bored, and began fiddling with the things in his pockets. Oh, the wonders of technology. Taking it apart, piece by piece out of his jacket, then building it, he now held in his hands a tiny radar that would say how big something is and how close, He pulled out a parchment in his sleeve written by himself (which took him hours of painstaking and near-death moments of testing) that showed how each ship would look like on the radar. He smiled at the dot in the center. "The Promethean..." he muttered to himself quietly. Another large dot appeared. "Size... 23, length 46.2, cruising speed 35, directio..."

He stopped himself. That wasn't the mobula everyone was talking about. That's a pyramidion headed for the Promethean. Or maybe the mobula was headed for the Promethean... Eh. Must be some high-n'-mighty adventure-seeking retard or something. He heard some small clamor about the new ship by crew around him. Wonder what he could mess with using some of that "radio breaking" things that were supposedly installed in that wrist-device. He tapped the deactivated thing a couple of times. Nothing. No beep, heck, no response. The screen stayed off.

"Well, I pray to god that didn't detonate anything."

Kaylin Spencer:
Kaylin would take a few deep breathes as she rested in the beach chair. The captain would look over noticing an engineer gesturing and pointing to a ship in the distance moving forward. "Relax son that is probably just another person waiting for the merchant ship..." "But sir what if it's pirates?" Kaylin would sigh as she mutters, "Pirates are the least of our problems..." She looks at her radio now going off. "Someone here turn the radio on or is it just possessed."

The captain shakes his head, "How long has that thing been broadcasting?" Kaylin tenses up as she snaps, "Don't go scolding me like some overprotective father....god why is it always the noble's fault...I am just as smart as you." She picks the radio up walking near the merchandise and places it on the hood. She kneels down as she starts messing with it, "Captain the device won't turn off...it is as if someone else turned it on!" The captain would sigh as he lowered the ship and landed it on the sands. "Well let's not waste anymore air and fix it then."  The engineer Thomas would come over picking the radio up as the captain and him began messing with it more. Kaylin would sigh as she sat down on the hood and crossed her legs blocking a hole without realizing it.

Kaylin would notice the ship away from them getting closer as she mutters, "If that is a potential customer and we got technology not working properly then we are so dead for our trades."

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