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Coldcurse:
*as everyone is doing his thing in the saloon, Coldcurse enters the saloon.
Coldcurse looks a bit different then last time, his longcoat got some bulletholes and he has a iron leg, on his left side he wears a cutlass.
Coldcurse walks towards the bar, you can clearly see that he is not really used to his iron leg yet.
Colcurse looks at the barkeeper and laughs out of no reason*

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

*His laugh is so loud it can be heard by everyone in the salloon.
Coldcurse then stops out of nowhere and looks dead serious at the barkeeper, Coldcurse then says*

"Barkeeper i need a mix of moonshine and hellfire"

Captain Lockheart:
After the smoke clears all the way through the path, lockheart finally sets off for the hq of the order of chaladon.

Yiski:
*Yiski stares at Coldcurse while making his drink. He hand it too him.*

"I don't know what hell is so funny, but oh well."

*The day continues to be a celebration, but part of it was interrupted when a few Council Elite Guards walk in and approach Yiski at the bar. Yiski greeted them by facepalming.*

"Well, since you came straight in for me instead of Zill, I'm guessing the Council wants to see me?"

"That is correct sir."

"Any chance I can refuse?"

"We have orders to bring you by force if necessary."

*Yiski sighs and comes out from behind the bar.*

"Roland, I'll have you watch the place."

"Of course."

*Yiski turns to the Elite Guards.*

"Alright, escort away."

*Yiski and the Elite Guards left the saloon for the Council Chambers. Zill then facepalmed over his mask.*

"Flak. I better go too and make sure Yiski doesn't do anything foolish."

*Zill downs his drink and follows Yiski.*

Wazulu :
--Skies of Anvala--

*Wazulu, having returned from his close shave in Hanat, wearily set the wrecked Goldfish on a docking path. However, due to the relentless use of moonshine to get him home, the engines quickly spluttered, and became aflame. In his fatigued state, he noticed the flames, but was too slow to turn off the fuel supply. Within a matter of seconds his left engine blew, causing a chain explosion in the main fuel tank and in the right engine. The Goldfish flipped onto its side, the balloon being shredded by the shrapnel and weakened from earlier damage. Wreckage streamed the market and side streets, walls being dented and people scattering. However, the main canopy, with Wazulu intact, but nigh-on dead, had unfortunately landed in the Council's Courtyard.*

Yiski:
*As Yiski, Zill and the Elite Guards made their way to the Council's Building, they all heard the crash noise and rushed to the source. There, they notice the goldfish wreckage in the middle and saw guards pull out the surviving crew. Yiski and Zill saw Wazulu. Wazulu looked to be unconscious and taken away by a stretcher to the nearest triage center.*

"Well, damn, that's one way to come back."

*The Elite Guard turned to Yiski.*

"If you will proceed sir, the men here will deal with this."

*Eventually, they arrived at the Council's Chamber door. Two more Elite Guards were standing on each side.*

"The Council is ready for you."

"Alright."

*Yiski goes inside and Zill tries to follow in, but is stopped.*

"What? Don't I have the right to enter as well."

"Council wanted this meeting strictly with Yiski only."

*Yiski turned to Zill.*

"No worries Zill. I'm unarmed. It's not I can make that much trouble."

*Before Zill has a chance to say anything, the door shuts behind Yiski.*

*Soon Yiski finds himself in front of the Council. Initially, there was an awkward silence between them because the Council assumed Yiski would speak first. When no talking was heard, Yiski turned around and started walking out.*

(4)Ahem... you have not been dismissed.(4)

"Well, nobody said anything, so I assume you're wastin' my time."

(1)Apologies. Do you know why we called you?(1)

*There was more silence. Yiski was getting annoyed.*

"Possibly." *Yiski thinks back from his last meeting.* "Does it have to do with the supposed request I rejected?"

(5)It does. We have called you hear again to see if you are interested.(5)

*Yiski's patience varied day to day. Some days, he was like a saint, other days, he was like a squid on moonshine. Today, Yiski was in the middle of the spectrum.*

"Alright. I'll bite. What's the request?"

(8)We want to commission you for new weapons and ammunition.(8 )

"Don't you have people for that already?"

(2)Those we have hired do not have the same experiences as you do, or your love for experimentation.(2)

(9)As you can see, our defenses are in need for an upgrade.(9)

"True, but it's worked well so far. Though I think it's the first time in a long while since anybody managed to breach our walls."

(4)While our gunsmiths have done a decent job in improving Anvala's defenses, we are getting reports each day those who wish to take our city have also improved their capabilities at pace with our improvements.(4)

"Well, I have a few questions. One, would I have to abandon my saloon? Two, does this put me back in military ranks? Three, will I get paid?"

(7)To your first question, no. All we require of you are new designs for weapon systems as you find convenient. Second, your rank will be what you retired from the Baronies with, but your pay is based on a minor consulting fee.(7)

(2)In addition, you will be given access to the forge and armory as you see fit during your commission. Are these conditions acceptable?(2)

*Yiski thought for a few moments. While he didn't like being given military status again, he couldn't argue with the fact Anvala did need to up their defenses.*

"As long as you don't send me off on any mission, I'll accept."

*Council discussed Yiski's additional condition.*

(4)Very well, we accept your condition. Therefore by the power of this Council, we appoint you as lead gunsmith and give you the rank of Striker Commander.(4)

(1)We are pleased with your decision. It will greatly benefit Anvala and her people.(1)

"Sure. Anythin' else."

(4)No. You are free to leave.(4)

*Yiski headed for the door which opened and Zill was waiting nearby. Zill approached Yiski.*

"Well, you're leaving without chains on you."

"You honestly thought, I'd be arrested?"

"Well, I'm happy to see otherwise. So, what happend?"

"Short version. Well, I'm a Striker Commander again and I have to start making new weapon system designs to make sure we stay on top of our defenses."

"Hell, didn't think you'd accept being in the military again."

"I thought about having them take it off the table, but then again, dealing with the guards and folks at the forge and armory will be much easier if I can hold rank over them. Plus, I took the job on the express condition they never send me off."

"Not bad."

"I know."

"Time to drink?"

"Always."

*The two laughed and made their way back to the saloon. It was going to be interesting explaining all this to the others.*

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