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Burning Skies Saloon
Yiski:
--NARRATOR--
Yiski
"That's sweet of you Ny, but I'm a bit particular when it comes to my ingredients."
Roland
"Yes, I can remember the first time you sent me to get supplies. You almost took my head off."
Yiski
*Scratching his head* "Yeah, I can get a bit zealous when it comes to my brewin'."
The night carried on much as it had the past few nights, but with a significant less amount of heavy drinking. While a repeat of last night would be fun, they didn't want to go through the massive hangover in the morning. Sure, Clear Skies would solve the problem instantly, but the group didn't want to go through the effort of getting such a hangover.
Qwerty managed to slip out without drawing too much attention. When the group realized he was gone, they figured he'd set off for another trip of sorts.
Before closing, Honeybadger shared many of his stories with the Roy and the other Baronies. By the time closing did come, Roy and his crew set off for their ships for the night. Honeybadger also left.
Jun'ko, Zill, Ny-Lee, and Roland headed upstairs for their respective rooms. BdrLine kind of looked at Yiski awkwardly.
Yiski
"Sorry, you'll have to find somewhere else to sleep till your place is fixed."
With his head hung low, BdrLine and Niko left for a local inn.
--NARRATOR END--
--END OF DAY 111--
Yiski:
--START OF DAY 112--
--NARRATOR--
Yiski headed out early to get supplies. He stopped by various stall which were located in both the City Center and the newly formed Trading District in the Eastern District. It would normally take Yiski a little over an hour to get the necessary supplies, but because of the new Trading District, Yiski had to travel further. The silver lining to this was there were more shops and vendors meaning more goods.
Already two hours in shopping, Yiski was in the Trading District (play this for ambiance http://tinyurl.com/l8a2jt7). He had gotten so many new goods, Yiski actually had to use a cart in order to take everything he bought. With everything at peace, almost rebuilt and repaired, Yiski hummed a cheerful tone to himself as he started back for the saloon.
As he entered the Western District, the morning sun was bright and full with no clouds in the skies. As he saw the saloon come into view from down the street, he felt something against the back of his head. Then all went black.
--NARRATOR END--
RearAdmiralZill:
-Saloon-
Zill woke up with a pain in his side. It had been happening frequently after the shrapnel removal. This time he decided to just get up and ready. Jun'ko grumbled something and rolled over. It was much too early for her it seemed.
Zill slowly made his way downstairs, realizing Yiski wasn't there. He figured he went out for something and shrugged. Zill began having a coughing fit, and made his way outside to the fresh air. Staring at the clear sky was refreshing, but something caught his eye. A lone cart full of supplies.
Well that's odd...
Upon limping over to the cart and investigating the contents, he realized it was Yiski's.
...Flak
He "ran" as fast as he could and woke all the others. It didn't take them long to jump up and go investigate the cart.
Zill
"Lauren, did he say where he was going?"
Lauren
"I don't even remember him leaving. Who on Earth could want him now?! DAMMIT! I should of went with him..."
Jun'ko
"Hey now, getting mad isn't going to find him, and it's not your fault. We just need to be smart about it."
Roland
"Zill, look here."
On the ground was a very small and faint blood trail, leading toward the Port.
Zill
"I'll issue a silent search for him to the military. All of you head to the Port now and i'll catch up. I'll just slow you down anyway."
Despite Jun'ko's objections, they went off, and Zill called Yiski's lieutenant radio.
Zill
"I'm issuing a silent search for Striker Commander Yiski. Last known location was the Western District. All outbound traffic, both ground and air, are to be searched. If anyone questions the searches, give them a fake reason."
Lieutenant
"Yes Sir."
Yiski:
--Unknown Building--
Yiski could feel his head in pain and felt something oozing from it. He concentrated harder to shake off his daze. The oozing was blood. His blood. Yiski opened his eyes only to realize it was still dark and realized he was blindfolded. Yiski concentrated more to figure out his new predicament.
"Hmm... walkin' back. Get attacked. Get taken. Currently blindfolded and tied to a chair. Oh and I'm bleedin'."
A door opens nearby and Yiski hears footsteps. The steps approached from behind him and stopped in front. Suddenly, the person took down the blindfold revealing his appearance. It wasn't anyone Yiski recognized. He mentally chided himself for that thought. People who attack Yiski don't live for very long.
Man
"Rise and shine Mr. Yiski. Rise and shine. I hope you do not find our meeting too... inconvenient and I must apologize if my associates roughed you up. You understand though, right? I have heard about your... reaction to mercenaries approaching you."
Yiski
"Heh. Well, you certainly have a gentle touch if you got me here without shootin'."
Moments of silence pass.
Yiski
"So... what is it you need me for?"
Man
"I think it would spoil the fun if I told you."
Yiski
"I don't think I'm in the mood for fun right now."
Man
"Well, I am certainly not in any rush. I think I will leave you to your thoughts. We will talk later."
The Man leaves and shuts the door behind him. No longer blindfolded, Yiski looks around the room to see if he can pin his location. It's a nice building. Well kept and cleaned. There's a single window with it's blinds bolted in.
"Well, I got one thing and that's I have no idea where I'm at."
Yiski then begins to check his bindings. Each arm is tied down to each chair arm and his legs were bound in a similar pattern. He shifted his chair only to find it was bolted down.
"Skies. If only they tied my hands together. Hmm... wonder what's Zill up to."
-Next Room Over-
Man 2
"Why did you walk out. You know the client wanted his fast and clean."
Man
"Patience. A man like him does not simply give up secrets once he's in a poor situation. He waits and bides his time. We must wait as well for the moment of weakness to break him."
Man 3
"What 'bout the guards?"
Man
"I'm sure his friends will follow the false trail to the Port thinking we're trying to leave."
Plasmarobo:
--Port--
Plasma sighs.
Orders are orders, but searching every ship on the docks? What can have possibly happened.
He straightened his cap as the old woman bellowed at him. The bright, clean, and yes, even shiny uniform he wore ruffled under the force of her verbal assault. Her assertions that they were "good honest folk" and the "men o' war" had "no business interferin' with common folk!" sounded all too familiar.
I swear, it's as if they get together and rehearse these things
Plasma
"Ma'am, I have my orders. What if it's a dangerous criminal who's hidden on your boat now?"
The others come back off the boat.
Soldier
"It's clean, let's get out of it"
Plasma nods, absently bidding the woman good day.
Then it catches his eye. Something subtle. But... it's a strange day. He stops, stoops, then straightens and checks a large book for a moment.
He goes to the lieutenant.
Plasma
"Sir, it may be nothing, but I've found something that looks an awful lot like blood. Not older than a day too. But the thing is sir... that dock's empty. Has been since this morning. But there's something funny about the log sir: They were never checked out."
The lieutenant goes ashen, and picks up his radio.
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