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Burning Skies Saloon
Honeybadger:
-- The Passanger Ship Near the Coast of Sky's End --
*The four bandits circle the rather smallish group of people with pistols and repeaters, they make all the passangers take out their wallet and empty it, while one other went below decks to try and get more people to rob. Honeybadger was in the front row of this as they made their way down the people*
Honeybadger: I Swear to god, if Yiski or anyone steps and/or doesn't find my letter, I'm going to be fucking pissed. Also I may be robbed and killed.
RearAdmiralZill:
-Port Tar Barrel-
Zill was already up and getting ready when Jun'ko woke up. She saw his hurried dressing and putting on his armor and became curious.
"What's the rush my admiral?
"Got a report in and need to go. Don't worry about it. Hopefully Yiski knows what he's doing."
Before Jun could object, he was out the door and swinging down to the ground. She sighed but just planned to tinker with his boats. His spire was in need of some love.
Zill had gotten the report of Yiski being accompanied by the robber of the day before on their way to the city center. He knew he was headed to the Council. Luckily for them, Zill told his recon to stand down and observe. He had ordered double patrols today for the upcoming festival as well. He was quite fed up with firefights happening in the City on what felt like a daily basis.
Captain Lockheart:
--Chaladon--
*lockheart awoke happy, with Cecelia by his side. He had missed sleeping in a proper bed, compared to a makeshift hammock on a galleon. He got out of bed and put his same "war room" jacket on with all of its military adornments and walked down to the dining hall where his mother was eating, he sat down and ate some breakfast himself before walking out to the house grounds and taking a seat on a bench under a tree, he began to think about who to pick as his second*
"who on earth could ever be coaxed into this...., shit....."
*he kicked the ground in anger*
"Maybe..., no..."
*his brother alexander strolled up to him in his casual waistcoat and shirt*
Alexander: "care for a spar Julie?"
Lockheart: "Ha, Julie, now thats a nickname i havent heard in a while...., sure why not"
*Alexander tuts*
"oh come on Julius, a Yeshan sword?, you should know better, take this fine beauty"
*tosses him a chaladonian Falchion with the family crest on*
*thinks to self*
"is it that easy to tell....
Lockheart:" right, here we go.."
*they fight for some time then a idea pops into Lockhearts mind*
"i know who..."
Yiski:
--Council Courtyard--
Lauren and Yiski arrived at the courtyard and approached the main building. The same two Elites who guarded the door greeted them.
"Good morning Commander."
"Mornin'. Are they busy?"
"No sir, they've been expecting you and your guest."
Lauren turned to Yiski with a look of concern. Yiski simply sighed. Before entering, Yiski flagged down a courier. He handed the courier Blood Bolt to deliver to the Armory gunsmiths with instructions of modifications. The courier left and Yiski turned to Lauren.
"Ready?"
She nodded and the two walked in. Inside, they were greeted with a less than happy Council.
(1) I see you have brought the fugitive. (1)
(5) Commander, you do realize the gravity of the situation and your actions. (5)
(3) By order of the Council, you will... (3)
"You will pardon her."
The Council sat in silence with a look of shock and relative disgust on their faces. Yiski mentally smiled and wished he had a picture to capture the moment, but kept a straight face against the nine.
(4) You must be out of your mind if you think... (4)
(1) Calm Brother, I am sure the Commander would not ask such a request without reason. (1)
Lauren then spoke about her actions starting from eight years ago. How she fake her death to keep Yiski's Crimson Bolt identity safe, how it made little difference, how she ended up with raiders, and how she ended up in the current situation. Afterwards, the nine convened together to deliberate Lauren's testimony. The deliberation took a substantial amount of time to where chairs had to brought in for Lauren and Yiski to sit in. Finally...
(6) I believe we have come to an agreement. (6)
(1) Yes, as far as your actions Commander, we are willing to overlook the lapse in judgement. (1)
"And..."
(1) And as far as Lauren is concerned, even if her testimony is true, she still must punished for her involvement with the robbery. (1)
Lauren to the Council.
"And what is my punishment?"
(7) While Anvala is proud to produce many fine marksmen, we lack an adequate instructor for potential pilots. While we have considered Admiral Zill for the position, he is more valuable out in the field. As such, given your past experiences, you have the option to carry out your punishment in service to Anvala as a pilot instructor, or face labor camps. (7)
"While labor camps sound like fun, I'll take the pilot instructor position."
(1) In addition to her service, you Commander are responsible for her compliance under penalty by a dishonorable discharge. So it is ordered. You two may leave. (1)
The two exited and when they got outside, Lauren gave a huge sigh of relief. Yiski was grinning.
"Told you it'd be fine."
"Yeah, but it was no pardon."
"Meh. Close enough."
As the two walked across the courtyard, the courier from earlier came up to him and handed him Blood Bolt.
"Skies, looks like we were in there longer than I expected."
Yiski looks over the modifications to ensure the gunsmiths did what was asked. The modifications were the following: Replace the barrel to better accommodate the various ammo types used, replace the trigger with a more firm but lighter pull trigger, modify the scope, and trim down the stock. As a side note, Yiski wanted a clip of standard rounds. Pleased with the work, the two started toward the City Center, along with a group of 30 men close behind.
When the two reached the Western District and near the saloon, the area kind of felt empty. Yiski knew this was odd because of preparations of the Festival tomorrow. He turns to Lauren.
"Now that I think about it, you didn't make any enemies within the eight years, did you?"
Lauren thought for a moment, then gave him a sheepish smile.
"Maybe..."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind them.
"I finally found you bitch."
Yiski pinched the bridge of his nose thought to himself.
"Skies, why do things always get worse?"
RearAdmiralZill:
-Western District-
Zill casually walked up to the group of 30 men from behind, his armor clinking under his jacket. His gas mask blocked all chances of seeing his gaze. He stopped about 5 feet away from them and called out.
"Hey gasbag."
The Boss was the first to turn around. He didn't seem too bothered by Zill's presence. He wanted to change that.
"Good to see you know your name. Mind leaving so I don't have to spoil this lovely day in my City?"
"I don't care who or what you think you are, but this lovely lady over here owes me her life, and I intend to collect."
"And I'll ask you one more time to drop all of your guns before I just kill you all."
"Big words for one man against 30."
Zill realized this wasn't going anywhere. Two guys came up toward him and he could only grin under his mask. The first one lunged and Zill just dodged him and pushed him to the ground. The next tried to get a punch in, but quickly failed upon Zill's armor. Zill grabbed his arm, broke it, and tossed him to the ground. He then turned, shot the first man, and let the second with a now limp arm scurry back to the group.
"I'll just end this now then."
The Boss pulled out a revolver and shot Zill. It hit square in his chest, and Zill held back a grunt. Still standing, he just laughed. The Boss then aimed for a headshot, but stopped to figure out what Zill had in his hand. It was a match. Zill struck it, and let the fire burn. The Boss was losing patience.
"The Flak are you doing? I'll kill you right now!"
Suddenly, shots rang out as half of the group just went limp and fell to the ground. The remaining men aimed their guns around, looking for where the gunfire came from. Unsuccessful, they turned to their leader.
"What do we do?"
"We're trapped!"
"I don't want to die!"
The Boss just stood there. He aimed for Zill's head and fired. The bullet whizzed by his head, and Zill just shook his head.
"You're a lousy shot too. Welcome to Anvala, home to the best gunners in the known world."
He struck another match and the Boss went white. Shots rang out again, leaving none alive. Zill shouted over to Yiski.
"Lovely day today isn't it? I could use a good WSW."
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