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BdrLineAzn:
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Eagle's Shadow

Quietly exiting the Brig, Jaspser and his new acquaintances walk silently through the halls. Two of the raiders are armed with the rifle and pistol of the downed guard and are in the lead checking every corner. For the most part the corridors are empty due to half of the crew on standby on the Gunnery Decks, little under a half in the Hanger Bay, and the rest either on the Weather Deck, Engineering, or the Bridge.

Seeing the coast is clear, the five man team reaches a ladder well going down to the massive space. Reaching the bottom, the quickly hide behind several crates as the survey the scene.

"Hmm, well boss looks like majority of them are on that Junker while the rest fixing them there planes. The Goldfish looks like it's unguarded." Observes one.

"Perfect. We'll make our way to that one." Says Jasper. Before they move he has a thought, "I believe that these people haven't seen our faces before, they only know that they have prisoners, but they don't know how we look. So just ack natural as we walk towards the fish."

With nods of understanding, the four raiders stand from their hiding spot and walk behind the deranged man. Cutting the distance, several crew members pass them and give weird faces before going about their business, even though they haven't got caught yet the feeling is in their gut. Finally at cooking distance, one by one they board Renard's ship and begin looking over the controls. Finding the lever to inflate the balloon, the giant sack inflate drawing the attention to many in the room.

"What the?"
"Are they allowed todo that?"

"You fool, you gave our position away!" Screams Jasper.

Crouching back in fear of what is going to happen to him, the raider accidentally trips over another lever that opens the doors underneath them. Lights and sirens begin to blair as many run from the opening panels.

Looking over the side, Jasper sees open dunes, "Looks like we found our way out. Pull the lever!"

The same person who trips open the bay doors acknowledges and pulls the emergency drop lever. With several loud clanks, the Goldfish quickly falls.

Crimson Dragoon

"Just wait patiently Captain Kasparov, we are figuring out how to make space for your ship", transmits Allen to the Mercantile, "This ship was designed for two Galleons max in he Hanger Bay, with the Junker and Goldfish in, the fitting is tight."

Placing his tumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose, Alexi only sighs at the timing of this. Before he is going to respond, he sees the Goldfish making an emergency drop from the belly.

"Looks like Renard came to and wanted to be out in the air again. Mr. Allen inform the bay to prepare for my landing."

Bridge

"Looks like Renard came to and wanted to be out in the air again. Mr. Allen inform the bay to prepare for my landing."

Confused by this statement, Mr. Allen tunes to the Hanger Bay, "What the bloody flak is goin on in there?"

"Mr. Allen, what seems to be the problem?" Frey asks.

"Well Commander, looks like the Goldfish made an unexpected departure. The crews in the Hanger Bay are figuring out what happened."

"Goldfish? Mr. Larson's? Last I check I personally docked that ship and he is still currently in MedBay."

Placing a hand to his headset, Allen hears a frantic call and goes pale, "Sir, one guard is found dead in the Brig as well as all prisoners have escaped."

"What!" Frey exclaims, looking out he spots the ship just a few degrees off heading south, "Mr. Allen to all stations, shoot down that Goldfish."

C r o w:
Bridge

"Well, those prisoners certainly know how to make a surprise escape." Snarked Emil "Since it's giving us its back, unless that Goldfish has some secret aft gun, I say that we scramble our available air-fighters."

"Better if you bring our ship about and let the broadsides work, even if a few shots reach it, their engines just need a few hwacha rockets and they become sitting ducks." Selenia advices instead.

"Gods, I wish my ship was something more than scraps right now." Commented Emil while thinking about his downed vessel.

Carn:
Kibeth

"Bridge, I see the Goldfish deployed, shall I pursue?"

The side engineer pulls out his spyglass and scopes in on the Goldfish.

"Mr Carn!  The fish is not piloted by Mr Larson!  It appears to be crewed by some roughs, and captained by a scrawny looking man!"

"Bridge! Check the brig! We have a possible escape!"

BdrLineAzn:
Bridge

"It's already been noted Mr. Carn," starts Allen, "The order has been given out to bring down that ship by any means necessary."

Finishing the conversation, Allen then proceeds to hit a red button on his dash starting the General Order siren. Red lights flash through out the transport as multiple sirens goes off.

"All hands ready to fire upon the Goldfish. Any means to bring her down"

Entering the Bridge, Jim stops short through the doorway as the events start to fold.

"So umm Commander, is it a bad time for this safe?"

Piemanlives:
--Bridge, Eagle's Shadow--

Well there goes my lunch break. "Bringing us about." She imagined the engines humming to life as she increased the throttle, sadly her current ship was not a small corvette like she had commanded previously and so did not feel the rumbling of engines underfoot. Still she had gotten used to the vessel's lumbering size and the amount of power held within and planned accordingly, slowly bringing their long range weapons into arc as their main engines warmed up.

"Mr. Allen is the gun deck online?" She turned to her current radio officer.

"Negative Captain, crew is moving to their positions as we speak."

Reagan sighed, "Can't you tell them to hurry up? Also, remind all gunners and ships to prioritize disabling the vessel rather than-" The radio cackled to life as another voice joined the fray.

"Eagle 1 here, ready to gut the bastards twelve ways towards Monday."

Reagan turned and gave him a slight nod.

"Bridge to Eagle 1," Gregory adjusted his headset, "orders are to prioritize disabling the vessel. Do not destroy unless absolutely necessary."

"Gotcha, Eagle 1 out."

--Hanger Bay, Eagle's Shadow--

Davis did not like this, he really didn't like this. He felt the glare against the back of his neck as he refitted an armor plate to the tail of his craft.

Don't think about it, don't think about, just get it done so you can get some sleep and not have to worry about it. Sadly this was harder than it looked when the engineer standing behind him was currently the very embodiment of rage. It wasn't his fault that gunners were capable of doing their jobs, also that Lord Ansager damaging their spare was also not his fault. Totally not his fault.

He sighed inwardly as he bolted the plate into place. The good thing was that he would be done soon, except...

"-And once we're done we're going fix the number 5 aircraft." She said with smug satisfaction in her voice.

Yeah no, he had to find a way out of this mess.

"Hey, watch where you're going."

"..."

Davis turned to where 5 men entered the hanger bay, one of them had bumped into an engineer as he followed the others. He had a strange vibe coming from all of them yet he couldn't exactly place why.

"Hey, you listening to me." He felt a slap against the back of his as he was thinking. "Keep working, we haven't got all day."

"... Isn't this your job?"

"Yes." The two of them stared at each other, Marie narrowing her eyes the longer the two of them continued.

"What the?"

"Are they allowed to do that?"

"You fool, you gave our position away!"

What? He turned to where the 5 men were prepping the goldfish for launch. Aww great.

The hanger light turned green and the craft dropped from it's mooring.

"Shit!" He jumped and climbed for his cockpit, he pulled out a rifle and bandoleer, making a run for the now empty docking bay, popping two stripper clips into the breach of his rifle as he came upon the bay doors. Peering over the side he saw them slowly rising as the balloon continued to inflate, he quickly took aim and fired off a few shots before realizing that what he was doing was useless. He shouldered his rifle and made a sprint for his hanger, rather than jumping into his plane, which was still damaged, he made a beeline for Antonio's craft, popping open the cockpit as the siren to general quarters played over the intercom.

"Come on! Hurry up!" He motioned for the launch crew to begin launch prep, attaching the crane to his plane as the launch bay opened. Come on come on come on come on, HURRY UP! Eventually his craft was poised over the launch bay and was lowered down into the blue yonder. Unfolding his wings the moment he cleared the outer hull.

He took a moment to key his radio to the bridge, "Eagle 1 here, ready to gut the bastards twelve ways towards Monday."

The light on his dash switched to green, "Launching." He pressed the red button and he once again found himself falling towards up before pulling up in a steep climb.

"Bridge to Eagle 1, orders are to prioritize disabling the vessel. Do not destroy unless absolutely necessary.

"Gotcha, Eagle 1 out." Now where did you go? He scanned the skies before spotting the retreating goldfish rising above the ship as the Shadow turned to bring it's weapons to bear.

"Right, time to get to work."

--Weather Deck, Eagle's Shadow--

Amelia continued to avoid listening to Janet as the two of them finally got around to setting up the firing range, with Courage's help, she unsurprised to learn that he had had similar ideas to the two of them, though she was glad that he had refrained from engaging Ms. Belle's game of "I Spy."

Janet herself was stacking a pile of sandbags, a supply of which was nearly limitless in the desert but rather inconvenient to maintain aboard a flying, until something made her ears perk.

"Ms. Belle?" Amelia looked at her companion, tilting her head at the sight of her.

"Did you guys hear that?"

The other men and women on deck paused for a moment listening before a goldfish suddenly appeared in view before beginning it's run away from their ship. It was at that moment the siren to general quarters was sounded aboard their vessel, a few crew members lounging on deck stood, startled by the sudden change in atmosphere as they a rush for the stairs and ladders leading to the lower decks.

"To the guns! You two with me!" Theodore Cutler motioned for two other members of the watch to join him on the gunnery deck as he was climbing down the nearest ladder. Antonio and Farris chose that moment to make their arrival on deck, rifles in hand and bandoleers of ammo around their shoulders.

Farris sighed as he saw the Goldfish making a run for it. "Well Antonio, you wanted target practice," He point his outstretched arm towards it palm up, "there's your target practice."

"Nice of them." Antonio made of a show of taking aim, face contorted in deep concentration, and fired. Everyone still on deck was quiet for a second as they looked at him, "Yeah I can't hit that."

Farris and Antonio watched the fleeing craft when another thought hit the two of them.

"Farris?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's the boss man?"

Before he could answer the roar of another engine caught their attention as one of the ship's aircraft soared overhead moving to intercept the Tranquility.

"Hey wait a minute, that's my plane!"

"Shut up Antonio."

--Davis Hargrave, Eagle 1, Flight Lead--

Davis had decided that quietly flying and talking to himself was not a good idea, so he had keyed the bridge again to throw ideas around with the radio operator.

"Right so I can't gut the bastards because we want the ship intact."

"That is correct." Gregory Allen's accent came in thick over the radio.

"So... that means no rockets."

"Correct."

Great that's one plan down the drain. "I'll think of something. Eagle 1 out." He keyed his radio to one of the other ships currently in the air, "Hey you guys wouldn't happen to have anything that can snipe those engines do you?"

--Med Bay, Eagle's Shadow--

Lorena stumbled in with a yawn, tired as all hell, James had shifted her off duty saying he'd be able to handle the rest of the work until she awoke and she was glad for it, still, she was too tired to make it to her room and the med bay was closer. She took a brief look around, whoever was in charge here wasn't around, still, she doubted they would mind if she took a nap in one of the beds.

She nearly managed to lay down when the siren to general quarters sounded throughout the ship.

"Come on! Why can't I get any sleep around here!?"

She bolted upright, awake as ever as she unconsciously began checking her gear as she made the sprint to engineering.

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