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Piemanlives:
--Eagle's Shadow, Hanger Bay--

Reagan looked at both of them, it seemed as if they were desperate to avoid something dreadful, maybe they had annoyed Al about something? That would probably do it. The man could probably throw the two of them off the ship single handed, possibly literally if he utilized a shoulder.

"You two are scared of something aren't you." It definitely wasn't a question.

She might have decided to pay attention to their answer if she hadn't spotted a familiar face peeking in. Renard Larson was a quiet and soft spoken man, still he was a reliable captain, she was certainly glad to have another familiar face on board, even if their interactions in the past had been restricted to customs inspections. She gave him a polite nod, "Renard."

His face looked blank for a moment before he remembered, "Ah, Captain Morgan." He gave her a nod before examining the crafts that were sitting in the hanger.

--South Docks--

With the requisite items in hand the crew made their way to a secluded part of the docks, several pitted metal panels were mounted upon stands near the edge of the quay wall. Working quickly the weapons were mounted and armed, the aging panels replaced and thrown into a pile for... whatever they planned on using them for, probably melt them down for scrap but that's a bit beside the point.

Courage was explaining the Anvalan merc to Dahlia while Alex, Richard, Reynold, and Travis were tinkering with a few hand held weapons. One of which was a semi-auto carbine modified to fire 12 gauge slugs while the other was very clearly something cooked up while Alex and Richard were drunk. It's outward appearance was that of a long wide blade, it's fuller replaced by not one, but an arrangement of three gun barrels. The actual firearm portion of the weapon was condensed into a section of the gun that extended back from the rear handle which extend back to release the drum magazine. Phillip and Preston were relaxing in the sun wondering when they were gonna begin firing weaponry. Lorena was nowhere to be seen, having gone off while everyone was busy working.

--Militia Docks--

While weapons certainly held her attention, it was ships that were her real love, and she really wanted to get a closer look at the vessel that was floating peacefully in the middle of the Militia's more or less private dockyard. There was certainly a lot going on these past few days and while she was curious it wasn't really any of her business, besides she had heard most of it from Amelia already. She was leaning near the railing when she noticed someone familiar on the deck of the large transport. She waved and the other waved back. Moments later Amelia and Lorena were chatting near the Eagle's Shadow, Andromeda floating around the pair of them.

"Lorena, why don't you come aboard and look at the vessel? It's certainly interesting enough."

She looked at the ship and the ship looked back, "Why not."

Carn:
Hangar Bay

The twins turn a pale green.

"Alister,"

"He uses rather,"

"Unconventional and unorthodox,"

"Piloting skills."

South Docks

Alister attaches the mercury to the mount, then loads in standard rounds. "Let's see if this is worth the money." He lines up the shot, then pulls the trigger......

Koali:
"What was that noise? It sounded like artillery fire. I just hope that doesn't stop me from getting food."

Carn:
South Docks

"Mother of Bacon......" After spying they wreckage of the armor plates, Alister has taken out his spy glass and sees the final point of impact. "Worth every crown."

Hangar Bay

"You saw those harnesses?"

"We won't crew on his ships when they have those."

Koali:
Somehow, Koali managed to hear what Carn was saying, but he really only heard one word.

"Bacon..."

With unusual speed for someone of his stature, but justified by his special stilts, he suddenly appeared next to Carn.

"Bacon? Did you say bacon?"

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