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Burning Skies Saloon
RearAdmiralZill:
-Saloon-
Jun'ko stood up and started helping with getting Burning Skies ready for a raid. Zill was on her mind the entire time. Ny-Lee noticed. She knew it was about him. She just went up and hugged her.
"It'll be ok. Its Zill, not some sailor."
"I know. He just does so much for everyone, and I don't want him coming back like he did from Yesha."
"I know it's easy for me to say it'll be ok with Roland here, but this will pass."
"Yea. I just don't know what I'd do without him at this point."
-Then It Was Fixed Again-
Zill confirmed that everything was in place. The only thing left was the mines, which were being deployed. Matty rang his radio.
"So we have a medium Fleet back here, mostly comprised of Arashi mercenaries."
"I knew they would try to be smart. I have a surprise for them, just don't wander too close to the Gate. You also have a Galleon back there."
"I hope that surprise is good. One Galleon won't hold alone."
"The batteries will thin them down. If you have trouble let me know. Everyone is facing northwest unless I told them otherwise."
"Can do. Don't get yourself shot."
"It would only be an improvment friend. To Clear Skies."
Zill felt the slow trickle of rain start beating metal gun barrels and his misk. Far off, he could see flashes of gunfire hitting Eilius. They wouldn't last long. He got on the radio.
"Lights out. Advance flares hit when they enter range."
In an instant, Anvala went dark.
Yiski:
--NARRATOR--
--Crown Peak--
There was one advantage Anvala had was extreme defense. Being built into a mountain made only air assaults the only method to invade or raid. Add a few batteries in the hundreds littered and dug into throughout the Crown Mountains and it become no-man's land.
Yiski and Frank found themselves at Crown Hill. It houses the most forward batteries of Anvala a little north of the Wall. There were still enough trees and vegetation to hide multiple batteries, making them invisible even with high-grade spyglasses.
When the two reached the battery positions, Yiski got on a radio.
"Zill you there?"
"Yiski? How are you... you know what? I don't care how. What is it?"
"I figured I'd give you some support by joinin' the battery positions at Crown Peak."
"Really? You sure that's wise?"
"Haven't I been anythin' but?"
"Just don't get yourself killed."
"Roger."
The sun had just set for the city, but out on the hill, the sun was still just up and giving a hint of light. Yiski pulled out his scope and surveyed the direction the Republic fleet was coming in from. Reports had them coming in from Eilius.
"Well, I don't see anythin' yet."
"They probably won't come in till late night or morning."
"I'd be suicide to come by mornin'. Easy pickings."
--Saloon--
Meanwhile, Roland, Ny-Lee, Jun'ko, and Liu were shifting supplies and equipment into the cellar. The four had managed to set up a few bunks for the night. While the four are sitting out in the main floor, Ny-Lee embraces Roland.
"How do you think this'll go?"
"Given our defenses, I doubt the ships will get close enough to do any real damage. We may not have as many ships, but we make up for it with all the batteries scattered throughout Anvala and the Crown Mountains."
All parties sat and waited for the inevitable attack. Yiski was right about one thing, the Republic was going to make a night attack. Yet as nature intervenes, a storm front moved in causing delay of the Republic's fleet.
The morning was going to be a field day.
--NARRATOR END--
--END OF DAY 70--
Yiski:
--START OF DAY 71--
The morning wasn't pleasant for a number of reasons. First, Anvala was high-alert for an impending raid. Second, last night's storm left all the defenders soaked despite wearing raincoats. Yiski was definitely not happy with the rain.
"Skies, I wish they'd come already and fail so I can go back to my saloon to dry off and warm up."
"Agreed."
A radio message came over.
"Attention: Republic fleet is four kilos away. About fifteen ships spotted. Majority are pyramidions. Four galleons loaded with heavies."
Yiski pulls out his scope and manages to spot the incoming fleet. Yiski then takes a seat at a heavy flak and adjust the guns angle.
"Alright ladies, go ahead and load me up with lesmoks."
"Yiski, you do realize they're four out."
"I know Frank, but it's me shooting."
"Bet you ten silver you'll miss."
"You're on."
Yiski corrects angle and accounts for all environmental factors (rain, gravity, wind, humidity, etc.). A garrison unit turns to Yiski.
"Loaded."
"Firing."
Yiski lets out the two shots and it could be seen by everybody as it roars across the empty plain. Off in the distance, two explosions go off on a pyramidion in the middle of the fleet. Yiski pulls out his scope again to see the damages to the pyramidion. Both front guns were down. Yiski smiles at Frank.
"Pay me."
--NARRATOR END--
Papa Paradox:
Paradox sat there smoking... waiting.
“Hey, I know you a little too well to know you’re gonna be in that fight. So what are you waiting for?” Jun’ko asked, sitting down at the table he resided at for most of the night.
“Well lass, I’ve fought for many a faction over the years, one learns to adopt certain prefight rituals... mine is a smoke.”
He offers her one, she declines.
“So while they’re up there preparing you’re here, sittin’ on your ass smoking?”
“Well when ya put it like that, it makes me seem insincere...” Papa said taking a long draw of his ‘Anvalan Reserve No. 9’ cigar
“Stop leading me about, what are you waiting for, Papa?”
“Well I’m pretty sure that’s the first time, you ‘ave called me that lass. I’m waiting for a squid to take me to the Wall of Jericho.”
“I’m coming.” Jun said in an assertive fashion.
“If only I could count the amount of times I’ve heard those words leave a woman’s mouth on my account.” He said, laughing at his own juvenile humour.
Even she couldn’t resist laughing, Papa decided to add his conditions “Well, if I do this for ya, I want ya to keep that burnt up midget of a boyfriend off my back...”
“Zill?”
“Ya, that’s the one... anyway keep him off my back and the odd side sexual favour...”
“No.”
“Well, can’t blame me for trying, off we go then...” He said laughing, even Jun taking part in his bizarre humour. He arose from his seat and offered his arm, she accepted and hooked her arm through his, and they left the saloon in a camp stride.
The sun cracked over the city, the rain subsided, Jun and Papa’s conversation concluded, and the squid arrived in the front of the saloon. They boarded and set off for The Wall of Jericho.
“So how pissed on a scale of ‘one to Yiski murdering a school yard’ is Zill gonna be when he finds out I’ve whisked you away onto my ship during a raid?”
“Uh, I dunno: Zill murdering the council?” She said in after genuine consideration.
“Well he hasn’t done that yet, so I guess I’m fine for now.”
The squid pulled up beside The Wall of Jericho and a plank was extended from the side of the mammoth ship, Papa extended his hand to Jun helping her onto the plank. Once across they made their way to the bridge area, they were both briefed about the storm and the quiet night.
“Jun have you ever heard of a storm before the storm?”
“No?”
“The worlds sense of romanticism has gone wonky again, lass. Helmsmen, tell the gunners to use lesmock for long range and if they even manage to get troops on the ground to load incendiary or anything else of the face melting genre.”
“Everytime I think I know who you are Papa you do something really fucked up...”
“I’m ever the sociopath m’dear, s’why they call me Paradox” He said taking her hand and kissing it whilst taking in the scenery. Continuing his thinking out loud, “Helmsmen open comms to the Admirals ship.”
“Aye sir, whenever you’re ready...”
“Hey there boyo, I got a surprise for ya...”
“Oh captain, my captain” Jun said chiming in, cringing while doing so...
There was a long pause before a response: “Papa what have you done?”
“She used her feminine wiles and is now present on my ship...”
Jun punched him in the shoulder only to remember that it was metal, she took her hand back a held it in pain.
“... anyways where do you need us?” Papa inquired, barely holding in a laugh from the previous moment that ensued.
*OOC: looks like i missed yesterdays wall-o-textorama so enjoy*
Wazulu :
--Hanat--
*Wazulu woke up with one hell of a headache. He shoved the still burning body of the Mercenary Leader off him, and tried to steady himself in the snow for a few minutes. The Inn had become pillowing smoke, none of the structure was left behind*
Bloody hell, that stuff always had a kick.
*He quickly felt around the man's pockets, realising it was morning. Mercifully, he found a radio, intact and already barking it at him. It seems the Mercs went to combat without him. Fearing the fate of Anvala, he improvised*
'Err, Hey! It's Me! The..Cap'n'.
*A man on the other end answered- the static seemed to be help mimic the man's voice. Wazulu could hear the distinct sound of two flak shells landing nearby*
'Kaathe, where the bloody hell are ya?'
'Some Anglean representative just jumped me and me boys- we got 'im, and interrogated 'im. 'Pparently the Angleans ain't gonna pay up. and 're just gonna throw us at the Anvalans like cannon fodder- finishing the rest of us off after th' siege'.
'Bloody hell, let me get this on th' broadcast- we'll hit the Angleans before they hit us in the backs!'
'Aye, right. Good luck, and to Clear Skies- I managed to commandeer an Anvalan Goldfish too, I'll join you in battle'.
'Aye Sir, to Clear Skies.'
Well screw me sideways, this is gonna be one messy fight.
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