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Carn:
Carn is well aware of the value in keeping Jasper alive. The knowledge however is still hard to balance against the emotion. He decides to go back to the nameless mercenary saloon, under Cathedral. There happens to be a fighting ring there, and there's always someone willing to bet there coin they can pummel his face in...........

Piemanlives:
It had taken her a while but Reagan suddenly realized that she had been far too productive today, leaving her with only her duties that she could perform, either that or get roaring drunk but that was something she would avoid, for now. She sighed, there honestly wasn't much she could think of to do, she could get Amelia a proper weapon but that could wait until later, she could also... get a start on paperwork. She suppressed a light shudder at the thought of it and shoved her hands into her pockets as she once again entered the cargo bay. Activity had died down since the dockworkers had loaded most of the supplies and for the most part had been willing to drag out the work day by sitting about and drinking, not that she could blame them. She made her way over to where the little rocket was resting and sat against it, Amelia had run off somewhere for the time being and she hadn't run into any of the others since meeting Al and that woman, who was she anyways? She hadn't gotten her name at all and now it was bothering her. She leaned back, the light thunk of metal as her head hit the hull of the fighter, thoughts floated through her mind like balloons, she hadn't really felt like an officer for a long time, her duties as Captain had relegated her to a desk job, pushing papers and ordering about the various junior officers under her command. Maybe that was why she was so dissatisfied with how things were going, she honestly felt useless, maybe that was why she had decided to follow Alexander and Richard into the guild, at least then she had done something for the world, done something for the people she was supposed to be protecting. She closed her eyes, maybe a bit of sleep would do her some good here. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

--South Docks, Cathedral--

Amelia decided that providing engineering services to the various ships currently in the dockyard would be a good way to earn a bit of money. Which was why she was now sitting in front of an engine she couldn't figure out. It was structurally sound, the components seemed to be in fine working order, so what was wrong, the crew of the vessel was loading cargo and taking on passengers as she worked, the vessel wasn't scheduled to leave for a few hours yet but that meant she had a deadline to meet, and this engine was infuriating. She banged a wrench on the casing a few times as she thought, when she heard a response from the engine, not that it had finally decided to work, but that another knocking sound came from within, she reached in to confirm her suspicions on the matter.

"Captain Argyle, I do believe I have found the issue with this engine and rectified it."

The older man came across the deck to investigate what the freelancer had found, she was still leaning in front of the engine when he approached her, she stood as she heard him approach, she turned and he saw a small translucent sack attached to her arm, a number of thin tentacles wrapped around it, thin membrane stretched between them. He watched as she rubbed the sack and heard a slight purring sound.

"Is that what I think it is miss?"

"I do believe so, suppose I should take this with me, it'll do no good to leave it here where it will most certainly cause another engine issue. The agreed upon payment?"

He passed her the sack of crowns for a job well done and she walked onto the docks themselves. She looked to the creature now perched on her arm and gave it another rub, maybe she could keep this. As she walked into the city she decided to see if anyone needed the services of an engineer this fine day.

Carn:
Cathedral Fighting Pits

"NEXT!" Carn roared as yet another man fell unconscious before him.

"Oh come on, that's the fifth guy in a row!"

"And I'm betting the entire pot, about 1,500 gold right now!"

"Nobody's willing to go at you today Alister." The bartender say's from behind him. "It's obvious your venting, and nobody here is dumb enough to continue. Today you've already broken 5 ribs, dealt 2 concussions,"

"Make that 3." Says the bar's equivalent of a referee/medic.

"3 concussions,  not to mention you broke the third guy's jaw. We'll be picking up the teeth for the rest of the week. Go Alister, take your winnings and go."

"Fine," Carn tosses the medic a chunk of the pot, 500 gold. "Make sure they're fine." He then hands the bartender another 500. "For the trouble." After that he makes his way back to the transport, which reminds him. He still doesn't know the name of the vessel.

Transport Medical Bay

Alison is currently attempting to organize the supplies and equipment in the med bay. Not that anyone but her would understand the system, but to her, that is job security and a bit of humor.

"Aaaaannnd done. Now, to find a cabin. Hopefully there is one close by. I hate long commutes in the mornings."

Piemanlives:
Despite what she had told the Captain, Amelia really had no idea what funny little creature was. In fact now it was very content to float alongside her as she walked through the streets, gaining a number of stares and confused glances.

"What are you? Hmm?" The creature floated around her and she found two black eyes looking at her, she sighed and held out her arm for it to latch on to. She pet it and once again it let out that peculiar purring sound.

She eventually found herself buying a kabob out in the market and was snacking on it heavily when she felt the creature let go. When she looked at i, it seemed to be eyeing her food! Perhaps it wanted a piece. She tore a chunk off and held it out, watching as one tentacle slowly grabbed it before bringing it to a beak at the base of the tentacles. Small pieces of meat could be seen slowly digesting and Amelia thought it was the cutest thing ever.

BdrLineAzn:
Militia Docks

The cab slowly arrives to the mainly empty docks as majority of the workers have gone home for the day as the sun has set over the horizon leaving only the night crew. Paying the bill, Frey exits the vehicle as he calls out to those in earshot.

"All of you with me." he says with authority, "We got a special guest coming and we need to make sure his accommodations are prepared."

Hearing the call, five workers quickly run up to him.

"Who is it sir? Sounds like someone extremely important." asks one.

"Is one of the council member coming on this trip." says another.

"I'll go find other to help set the Captain's Quarters." a third says as he is about to get the rest of the crew.

"Stop," Frey calmly says to the man," it is not a council member if you are wondering. All of you go to the brig and make sure it is structurally sound, we don't want the person we are holding to escape."

Seeing how serious but calm the Commander is, the five look at each other in wonder how dangerous this person can be. Running up the gangplank they transverse the corridors to the aft section of the ship, close to the medical bay, where the brig is held. They thoroughly check every inch of the space, from the bars to the bolts, making sure it is inescapable.

Out side, the dock lights finally turns on as Frey waits patiently. From his overcoat, he pulls out a box of cigarettes and his lighter with his good arm. Lighting one, he looks down the road as he hears the sound of several vehicles.

"Sir, the brig is ready." Frey hears behind him.

"Good, you and the others can go about with the rest of your business."

Nothing is said as all Frey can hear is the shuffling of feet and the increasing sound of car engines. Soon a covoy of four jeeps armed with Gatling guns arrive escorting a truck. The extra militia members on the jeeps disembark and flank the back end of the truck. Coming out of the passenger seat, Detective Arnold walk around the vehicle to the back and opens the two doors. Going in Arnold guides Jasper out, still in his straight jacket but now has a mouth mask, of the truck and onto the road. Flanked on his left and right, Arnold orders the group to move inside the transport.

As the group move up the gangplank Frey watches on, however Jasper manages to turn his head to face him. Even if his mouth is under a mask, Frey feels a growing smirk underneath it until Arnold forces his head back forward. Several minutes pass until the group marches back out of the transport. Walking to the truck, Frey stop Arnold before he gets in.

"Thank you Detective, I hope he wasn't much of a problem."

"It was a pleasure since now he is your problem now," he says as he closes the truck door and direct the convoy out.

 Knowing fully aware what he means, Frey takes one look at the transport. Thinking wether or not this is a good idea, Frey walks off down the road towards his hotel hoping to straighten things out for tomorrow.

End, Day 1

Start, Day 2

(Ok, day is over, but if you have any night posts you want in go ahead. If not I'll up a day post.)

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