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Uncharted Skies
BdrLineAzn:
Council Hall
"To get at least a decent search in, we need at least a months worth of supplies." says Enger as he pulls out a map with different search radius and points to the widest one.
"Even if we have enough supplies, the entire ship fleet wouldn't be able to carry all that. Two weeks of food, fuel, and ammo should suffice." Counters Xin.
"Alishia, how about the Guild? Can they bring replenishment ships out to us if we need it?"
"I don't know, this is a secret Baron/Yeshan operation. i already allowed them access through our borders, sending ships out to the south will bring in suspicion. Plus I don't believe anyone wants to go out into the unknown from there." Alishia replies while twirling her hair, "Ah Commander, good for you to join us."
"Why, yes welcome Commander. About time you caught up." Enger says flatly.
"Thank you Enger, it's my pleasure." Says Frey as he takes a seat at the table. He then places down the files he has in his hands and distributes them around. All three spread the papers out on the table for all to see.
"So Commander this is the entire list?" asks Xin while looking at one of the applications.
"Yes, around forty people. Leading it would be a Mr. Carn and Captain Reagan. The other three ship captains are Alexi Kasparov, Renard Larson, and Ulric Culvin. As well as four pilots for the planes: Davis Hargrave, Farris Moore, Antonio Gonzalez, and Kei Naga. Plus various crew members that will be assigned later." Frey explains.
"This is quite a list," starts Xin, "Enger this is why we should limit the time outside the borders, and with all this people payment will be stretched thin. You even said that the King and several high lords have to pull multiple strings to get this money."
Sighing, "Alright then, two weeks it is then. Well Commander if you are to head out as well, I hope your search will be fruitful."
"Hmm" says Alishia and Xin upon hearing Frey's participation.
"Well I am part the 13th, even if we did became the King's Honor Guard, I'm sure that my skills would benefit with the search."
"Very well, this should be all. Thank you Commander, Alishia, Enger," Xin addresses the three, "This meeting is done, you can go about with the rest of your day."
Thanking the Councilman, Frey says his goodbyes and exit the room. Leaving the building entirely, he then starts his walk back to the transport.
Militia Docks, Transport
Arriving after several minuts, he stops and look upon the bare hull.
Hmm, we really need a name for this ship.
Snapping his fingers, Frey calls over to several dock workers standing idly by. Seeing the Commander, the three briskly jogs to him.
"What can we do for you sir?"
"Just need a paint job for the transport over there," Frey points to the ship, "Need you to the the name Eagle's Shadow and that will be all"
"Got it, let's go boys I'll get the ladder."
As the three go off to get the necessary supplies, Frey looks back at the transport.
Let's see how long you can hide with the Eagles hunting.
En route to South Docks
"Oh nothing much out of the ordinary," Courage starts, "Mainly helping out running with the Saloon since I can't do much hard labor at the moment with my new leg. If not there I'm at the clinic doing therapy. I would say the only curve ball is having to adjust knowing that....it's gone" he ends quietly.
Courage stares down at his feet eyeing his right "leg" each time he takes a step. Countless nights he would wake up having ghost pains of what wasn't there, each time grabbing air where flesh and bones should be. His therapist says its normal to feel that after losing a limb, but it still hurts.
He looks over to Dalhia and force a small smile, "Sorry about that, I shouldn't have bring down the mood."
Carn:
Corridor
For all intents and purposes, the twins act and almost look like two puppies, as they follow this pretty blonde girl. With rather stupid looking, albeit happy, expressions on their faces, they each take a cart a try to subtly flex their muscles. Unlike Alister who is built lean an hard, they are more slim and admittedly have a natural grace when they move.
Cargo Bay
"Well this should be amusing to watch. I heard she's from a rather well to do family, and though they are technically related to the Baronies Royalty, it's through bastardy." Alister ponders aloud as he finishes the last letter of the stencil. After that, he sets it down and goes over to where some black paint and some brushes are.
"Well boys, I'd love to stay here and here you complain about my cooking. But I'll be in town for a few hours."
"Yeah yeah, just don't piss off the guard. After this morning's incident, we don't need the extra flak."
Snorting at Alister's obvious attempt to not admit he overreacted, causing the incident, Alison leaves for town.
Piemanlives:
--Merchants District--
She looked at him, a soft smile gracing her face. Honestly it worried her, not everyone had escaped unscathed, even the captain had been apprehensive for a little while thereafter for various reasons.
She gave him a little elbow bump, "It's alright, you're alive and here. That's all that matters to me right now."
--Corridor--
Amelia however was doing her very best to ignore them, which was working, if only because she had other things on her mind. She was trying her best to remember what her mother had taught her about avoiding men, it was either that or trying to remember what her father had taught her about escaping kidnappers. The former she was blanking on quite heavily, the other involved gratuitous amounts foot to genital contact. She had to stop thinking though and calm down. Focus on the task at hand for now, and then find a corner to freak out in later. It was at that moment she could vividly hear them trying to flex their muscles. Skies, why must I deal with this?
Carn:
Corridor
One of the brothers, James, was beginning to notice that their usual antics were having no effect.
"So Miss, I'm James and this is my brother John. What's yours? Shipmates should know what to call each other after all."
John nods in agreement. James was always the smarter one.
Merc Bar, below Cathedral
Alison walks inside, nodding to the bartender. He motions to a shadowy corner booth where one can dimly make out the shape of a person in a cloak. Nodding back to the bartender and flipping him a coin, she goes over and sits across from the cloaked figure. Upon closer inspection a strand of red hair can be seen from under the hood.
"So, you got in."
"Yes." Replies Alison.
"Any possible problems?"
"Three. Alister for one, he knows more about me and my methods than even you."
"This is expected of course. You also have similar knowledge on him. What about the others?"
"The co-commander, Captain Reagan Morgan. She's smart and impulsive. She may start snooping, but she's the one I'm least worried about."
"And who else is there?"
"Frey. I think he knows, or at least suspects, that we are related. And he is coming as you know."
"Of all three I'd say Carn is the most dangerous. As you said, he's out for blood. If he gets wind of my involvement," a shudder runs through the cloaked figure. "I have no desire for the Headsman of Hanat after me."
"Oh relax sis, your paying me good coin to eliminate any evidence I find. You have worries."
"Glad to see you have such confidence in you skill, little sister. Now I must go, can't be seen here."
The figure gets up and leaves. Muttering under her breath, Alison says. "Good-by Alisha, my dear sister."
Koali:
In the cargo bay...
With some difficulty, Koali managed to carry several switch axes into the cargo bay.
"We got a spare weapon rack for these?"
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