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Burning Skies Saloon
Mattisamo:
---DOCKS---
In the midst of the night, the sound of engines can be heard throughout the darkness with the burning light of torches signaling an incoming airship towards the docks.
The ship, with it's hull and balloon painted in dark colors so that it blends in with the night sky, docks itself at a free spot, turning off it's engines and extinguishing the torches, effectively disappearing from sight unless you knew it was there, and goes quiet apart from the occasional chit-chat of the crew as they prepare her for the night, but soon that turns quiet too as they fall asleep.
What might this mysterious ship be, and why have they come?
Yiski:
--START OF DAY 119--
--NARRATOR--
Yiski spent the night at the infirmary sleeping in a chair next to Lauren's bed. While not completely comfortable, Yiski did get a decent amount of sleep. He probably got more sleep than usual because of the loss of his cast. It did start getting itchy again. He woke when he started to hear a little shifting and groan.
Lauren slowly opened her eyes. Not realizing where she was act, she bolted up and started yelling about the bomb. A nurse and doctor rushed in, but they saw Yiski sitting in bed with Lauren, embracing her.
Lauren
"Yiski? What happened? There was an..."
Yiski
"Take it easy now. Take a few breaths."
After Lauren calmed down, Yiski explained what happened yesterday afternoon. At the end, Lauren was relieved the situation wasn't directly about him. Yiski looked to the doctor.
Yiski
"Well, how soon can she leave?"
Doctor
"There were no complicating factors, so we can discharge her within the hour."
Lauren and Yiski were relieved. However, the doctor did take a glance at Yiski's left leg and noticed something, or lack thereof.
Doctor
"Where is your cast Commander?"
Yiski
"What cast?"
Doctor
"Commander, we reviewed your file. You had a cast placed."
Yiski
"It got in the way, so I got rid of it."
The doctor sighed and left. Moments later, he returned with a leg brace.
Doctor
"Wear this. It's not a cast, but I can't let you walk around without something giving support for you leg bone. Also, at least continue using the crutch."
Yiski
"Fine."
An hour passes and Lauren is cleared from the infirmary. As the two walk out, they're met by Althea.
Althea
"It is good to see you alright."
Lauren
"Thanks. So... how was your date with BdrLine?"
Althea
"Well... awkward... but pleasant."
Yiski
"In all honesty, I was hoping either he'd chicken out, or you'd shut him down."
Althea and Lauren both eyed Yiski.
Yiski
"What?"
Lauren sighed and shook her head. Looking back to Althea...
Lauren
"So, do you think you'll have another date with him?"
Althea
"While it was mostly enjoyable, I still have a duty to carry out and it come first above all other things."
Lauren
"Typical Elite mantra. ... Oh yeah, Yiski, what happened with the spy?"
Yiski
"He's in holdin' right now. I think Zill is going to spend a little more quality time with him."
--NARRATOR END--
Gryphos:
--Zill's apartment--
Tristan and Nidhogg had noticed yesterday's conflict and, when glimpsing the Wyrm through the window, Nidhogg was simply confused, but questioned it not.
Today, they stayed indoors for a while discussing possible courses of action.
Nidhogg
"I don't understand, why would he attack the city guard in general?"
Tristan
"The Wyrm is known to be... missing a few cogs, if you see what I mean. He revels in violence and has little regard for any life that isn't his own. My guess, he just wanted to have fun, and any underling who questioned him would be told some lie to justify the actions. 'This was my real employment' etcetera."
Nidhogg
"Either way, he's suffered a major defeat, and won't be back for hopefully a long while."
After some discussion, they agreed that staying cooped up inside was not the best thing to do. So they went outside.
Yiski:
--Armory--
Lauren
"You really think it needs to be improved?"
Yiski
"Yes. It's been a while since I've done any major modifications."
Althea
"Your rifle is already considered the apex of weaponry."
Yiski
"Doesn't mean it's perfect."
Yiski had been doing some major overhaul on Blood Bolt. Sure, he's made advances in the utility, but only in the types of ammunition used. Yiski was looking to slim down the size the Blood Bolt. While he knew he would sacrifice some firepower, he would gain mobility, range, and accuracy. Lauren had some reservations on Yiski's recent spree of weapon making. This only occurred when some type of major battle was on the horizon. When Blood Bolt was made, a week passed before the start of the Baron-Guild Conflict.
Yiski
"I'll be here all day. You can head out if you want to Althea."
Althea
"After yesterday's incident, in addition to recent occurrences, I will be staying close.
Yiski
"Lauren, sure you don't want to rest a bit more?"
Lauren
"As I told you since we left the infirmary, I'm fine."
Yiski stopped tinkering and machining parts. He had both hands on the workbench as he sighed.
Yiski
"I... I know... It's just when I heard you were in the explosion... I didn't want to lose you again."
Lauren hugged Yiski from behind and rested her head against Yiski's shoulder.
Lauren
"I'm not going anywhere." *playful tone* "Don't think you can get rid of me that easily."
Yiski
"Who says I want you gone?"
Lauren held her hug as Yiski placed on hand on top of her hands which clasped together against his chest. Lauren broke the embrace and Yiski went back to work.
Plasmarobo:
--Fleet Docks--
Plasma paces the dock, barking a few anxious orders at the men tinkering with the ship.
They reply with trepidation, skirting the poor mood of the Lieutenant.
This only cause Plasma to sour further, the way we often do when others refuse to be targets for our wrath.
He storms out of the dock.
Of course he had missed the battle. Worse, his own mission had nearly failed. The parts which did succeed were prohibitively secret. He stopped, slamming his fist into a nearby wall, frustration overwhelming physical pain.
A messenger comes up to him presently.
Messenger
"Lieutenant, you've been summoned by Captain Verra. She would like to see you as soon as possible."
Plasma glares at the innocent messenger.
Plasma
"Very well! I'm on my way then!"
His rage becomes motion, the world rushing past as he strides towards the Administrative Building.
--Administration Building B--
Captain Verra
"Lieutenant. I've received orders about yesterday's incident. I have been reassigned to the Intelligence, Reconnaissance, and Information Division, outside the fleet proper. I've requested you follow my command. You will retain your rank, but the paperwork will drastically decrease."
Plasma stares at her. The IRI division generally received orders directly from the council and admiralty, but occasionally acted of it's own volition. The mentality gravitated twos those who prefer to ask forgiveness, rather than permission. It also, strictly speaking, did not exist. A handy, but dangerous tool for any government.
Plasma
"I'm honored Captain, but I think I lack some of the essential training for-"
Captain Verra
"That is something that can be acquired. This is a chance to do so."
Plasma stares at the captain, but his eyes look past her. Espionage, intrigue. At least he knows he can stand up to a certain level of torture. He might have what it takes, and if not...
At least I'll retain my rank
His eyes focus, bringing the Captains grimace into clear focus.
Plasma
"I accept."
--Outside, Administrative Plaza--
Plasma sits near the fountain, lost in thought about his future.
He see's Nidhogg and Tristan walk up, looking a bit lost.
Plasma
"Hey, it's you. The exile, and, ah-"
He looks at Tristan questioningly.
Plasma
"I don't think we've met."
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