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Shinkurex:
-Outside the Hospital-

Shink is sitting on a bench experiencing a flashback of the events that happened. The mayhem and destruction ensured that these memories would turn into new nightmares the moment he closed his eyes. He noticed a soldier walk up with a black box, and ask to see Zill. When the soldier came back out, Shink stopped him.

"Soldier, a word please"

"Sir!" the soldier stands at attention, which disturbed Shink

"Relax, I'm not one for that kind of stuff. I wanted to know what was so important about that box, that you had to violate the no visitor policy."

The soldier looks visibly uncomfortable as he relaxes his stance

"Honestly sir, I have no clue what it is. We found it in the wreckage, and figured he would want it."

Shink thinks this over, but in the end figures it's nothing to be concerned about. He sends the soldier on his way.

I wonder if Yiski has opened the saloon yet. Can't hurt to check

Shink wanders off in the direction of the Saloon

Captain Lockheart:
Lockheart and Cecelia were sat on a bench in the city center by the crash site of the M'Naghten Returns, Lockheart had a Broken arm and a sprained ankle from his fall off of his bridge aboard the Commodore Beckett, apart from that the rest of his injuries were minor cuts, grazes or small burns. although he had to walk on crutches with his one good arm, which made quite a humerous spectacle to watch.

Cecelia
" Oh thank god your ok."

Lockheart
" you've seen me in worse condition, remember that assault we pulled on that bandit base in the Burren?"

Cecelia
"Oh of course, ha ha i almost forgot about that. we were certain you wouldn't make it out alive"

Lockheart
"Exactly, but here at least they have decent medical staff"

Cecelia
"All that aside, technically you saved my life and therefore made up for the 4 months you left me"

Lockheart
"Glad thats buried in the past..."

Cecelia gave lockheart a kiss on the cheek before helping him get up.

Lockheart
"Ready to go to the saloon?, imagine out last visit didnt happen. think of it as a take 2. ha ha *cough* *cough*"

Cecelia helped Lockheart half limp, half drag himself to the saloon, although he suffered the most minor "Life threatening" injuries it sure looked like he was on the brink of collapse.

Yiski:
--Saloon--

If BdrLine, Lauren, and Jun'ko weren't with Yiski, Yiski would've gone out and caused more damage to the city than the abominations did. Yiski sat at the doorway looking into the saloon with a dead stare that probably could raise the dead and kill them again. The saloon was a mess. Little did any of them know that Lockhart and Coldcurse were running the saloon for the days he was gone. Instead of pulling out his rifle and running a rampage throughout the city to find who did this, to the group's surprise, Yiski simply pinched the bridge of his nose.

Yiski
"One week... I'm gone for one week... and this happens."

Yiski sighed and started cleaning the saloon. Immediately followed were the others. The main floor is cleaned within the hour. Tables and chairs reset, bar is cleaned, and the trash collected and set outside. Despite the main floor being a mess, the back was clean and relatively untouched. Lauren gave a sigh of relief because had any of the equipment been modified ever so slightly, Yiski would skin alive anybody related to it.

With everything checked and cleaned, Yiski pours himself and the others a mug of Hellfire.

BdrLineAzn:
--Saloon--

BdrLine goes over to the bar and takes a mug of Hellfire that Yiski made and brings it to his head.

"Ahh, so warm."

After a while he moves it from the spot where the cut was to take a sip then to put it back again. He turns to the others.

"Now since the Guild wants our heads, what are we going to do about them?"

Papa Paradox:
--Flashback to the then it was fixed again--
He rammed the middle galleon, shredding the engines but splitting them in half. This lined up his guns perfectly for heavy volleys from each broadside, which ignited both of the remaining galleons and let off an explosion so massive it lit up the night. As Paradox and Shink let loose the volley within the confines of the galleon, scrap both of metal and wood flew everywhere across the bottom deck of Zill's galleon. A round that was loaded exploded in the chamber of the enemy's ships flak, a large flurry of metal from the flak's flew and pierced Papa's side and shot through him with inexplicable force, he lied there bleeding to death

--Triage--
He awoke, tried to move and was instantly met with debilitating pain emanating from the gaping hole in his torso. It was as if all his pain receptors had fired at the same time, he winced, but made no sound. The drugs the doctors had given him were ineffectual due to his increased metabolism. He realized that the hole was covered by a large metal plate that was bolted to what remained of his left ribcage. A doctor walked in:
"How are you feeling?"

"Can I go?"

"You're in no condition..."

Paradox stood up, his body tried to force him to do otherwise, he receded into his subconscious and focused on putting on foot in front of the other somewhere along the line the tubes that were connected to him reached their limit and ripped out of his body.

He wandered through the street and reached his destination:

--The Burning Skies Saloon--

Paradox walks through the door and collapses.

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