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Burning Skies Saloon
BdrLineAzn:
*Ny-Lee to her brother at the bar*
(Ny) Azn how did Zill got his face to be like that?
*Bdr looks back at Zill and his worn face*
(Bdr) Many air battles and misions of long ago. Always had a mask on to cover it. When i first crewed for him, he had it on. I always wonder what was under there. Didn't know it would happen so soon when i was with him. During a routine patrol around the borders of Anvala, raiders jumped us. Oh we got out alright, but a explosion near the helm knocked him over and his mask off. I was the first there but his face was a bit better back then.
(Ny) Why doesn't he sees a doctor to try and reconfigure it? You remember back in Yesha where any person who suffer a wound like that tries to it get fix.
(Bdr) I don't really know i think he keeps it like that as a reminder or as a battle souvenir. But whats really the reason its all kept to himself and i respect that.
Yiski:
*Yiski overhears the siblings' conversation and drags him and Zill over to them*
Curious about how Zill turned out like this huh?
*Yiski looks to Zill. He can't see Zill's expression under the mask, but Yiski knew Zill would rather not remember that day*
Long story short, it was a combination of bad decisions and bad luck. The only sliver lining out of that day was the fact the two of us lived to fight again.
--NARRATOR--
The night goes on, quieter than usual. The reminder of Zill's past and his mask bring up less than fond memories. Yiski cheers Zill up the same way now as he did then: Just simply pat him the shoulder and take a drink.
It's well into closing time and everybody (except for Spoon) are headed their own separate ways.
Roland and Yiski take a look at the wall patch they applied. Yiski cringed. He'll have to temporarily close the saloon tomorrow in order for a building crew to make the needed repairs.
Yiski gives Roland a few pieces of gold and sends him back to his place inside the district.
Yiski heads to his room, but pauses for a moment next to Spoon. Spoon still had all the marker scribbling scrawled across his face.
Yiski facepalms and heads to bed.
--NARRATOR END--
END OF DAY 27--
Yiski:
--START OF DAY 28--
--NARRATOR--
Yiski woke up earlier than usual. As he got up and mumbled a curse for having to wake this early. I bet the dead sleep better than I do. Yiski walked out into the saloon and noticed the sun was barely coming through the window. He also noticed two more things: The wall that needed to be fixed and Spoon still out on his couch.
Yiski faceplams, something which he finds himself doing far too often. Yiski tries to wake Spoon up. No luck there. Next, Yiski manages to limp Spoon's arm over his shoulders and starts dragging him out of the saloon.
Yiski drags Spoon to the nearest infirmary and drops him off at their doorsteps. Well, he's their problem now... at least until tomorrow.
Yiski then meets up with the West District's building foreman and the two come to an agreement to get the saloon's wall fixed today. Of course, that would mean the saloon would be closed and Yiski and his friends would have to find something else to do until tomorrow.
--NARRATOR END--
RearAdmiralZill:
-Narrator-
Zill woke up with a start. A nightmare of his first suicide mission, and the incident, materialized from the evening before. Hadnt had one of those in awhile. Need to get some fresh air maybe.
Knowing the Burning Skies was closed today, and the Port was in no dire need of him, he decides to go into the City Center. He puts on his finest uniform, and heads out. Maybe reminding myself why I do what I do will help ease the mind.
He heads out toward the Center through the Garden District. His Squid landing had been fixed up. He could only smirk under his mask. A few salutes here, ahoy's there. A perfect setting one would think. But the memories of the past kept sticking in like splinters. Zill chugged his flask, but no drink would ease the new-found pain. He sat down and watched the events unfold like it was happening all over again...
"It was a dark and windy night over the Black Channel. A simple mission from the Council. Find a lost ship, the Dauntless, that lost her balloon around The Teeth. No easy task was it to navigate The Teeth. For Zill is was just another path. He almost felt it was too easy for an Admiral, but he shrugged off such thoughts. He had a task to do.
His Galleon creaked under the winds. His crew was tucked away below and visibility was in short supply. As he approached the last known position of the Dauntless, lightning cracked across the Sky. It lit up the night, and Zill saw something he would never forget. Two Tesla Airships, with two Squid escorts. This was no recovery mission. It was blatant suicide. Only rumors of such vessels were spoken of, but Zill knew then that they were there for him.
Knowing he could not outrun them, he roused his crew. Only a prayer from Zill was said to their frightened souls...
By the Skies we fly this day. Off into the Sunset to give chase. May the Winds stay at our back. Our Dusty Mistress be appeased. Our Mugs ever full. Onwards ye' Dogs, Into the Fray.
Zill turned broadside and ordered all guns fire. The flash was immense. They caught one squid by surprise and downed it immediately. The next rushed in, the Tesla ships slowly behind. The Squid put flames onto the Then It Was Fixed, but a quick turn of the wheel put them square with another broadside. Only the Tesla's remained. Their lightning hulls cracked onto Zill's Galleon. The flash and fire was unbelievable. Zill shot up higher into the Sky. One Tesla followed, and was greeted with a broadside. It didnt go down with one volley, and returned the favor with cracks of light over into his guns. They were completely destroyed. Zill acted fast ordering the fires out and spinning around for the final broadside. The Tesla ship fell to the Depths, but not before its lightning streaked his remaining broadside. With no guns, and a battered crew, Zill knew his only alternative. He dropped back down to face the final Tesla. By luck, he caught them off guard when he gunned the moonshine engines and went for a ram. Brace ye fools! The crew ran below decks. Zill left at the helm, he did not intend to survive. The resulting ram was a spectacle to see. What could only be described as a "lightning explosion" streaked across the night Sky. The Tesla boat buckled under the sheer force of the Galleon's weight and presence. Its energy was suddenly released, and a crack of lightning struck Zill square in the face. The crew down below came to put out the resulting fires in a haste. Zill was among those fires.
The Galleon limped home, completely battered and still smoking when they entered Anvala airspace. Zill was barely alive when the doctors got him. Weeks went by before he awoke. Zill refused to get any experimental treatment. He only requested a mask. After that, the Council deemed his mission a success, but only within the Council Chambers. Zill knew what it would mean for his future. Regardless of their motives, he was sent there to die. Few know this story, and even less tell it correctly. Zill knows it by heart, and his mind nor face would ever let him forget."
BdrLineAzn:
--Somewhere in Anvala--
*Bdr is carrying his new experimental incendiary rounds in a crate while Ny-Lee is following her brother with his rifle slinged over her shoulder*
(Ny)And what are we doing again with those rounds Azn?
(Bdr)Well they need further testing, so what better place to test them than at the Academy. Plus Shink will have a field day with them...also that's the only gun range that I know of.
(Ny) Couldn't you do that at your own docks.
(Bdr)We could but *chuckles nervously* I almost burned the place again from yesterday's testing. So we are going to the Academy for a controlled test.
(Ny)Typical of you
*Ny and Bdr keeps on walking and conversating with eachother until they get there*
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