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

Gregory tapped his radio at the inquiry, "Bridge to scout wing, status report."

"Oh just fine, squid's out of commission though," There was a pause, "Squid's REALLY out of commission we've got more wounded for med bay, seems someone's still up and about though and they're bringing the ship home."

"Copy that scout wing."

Reagan sighed as the engines continued building towards full power, she wasn't going to immediately push it all the considering the complaints she had gotten from engineering earlier. Still, that sandstorm rolling in wasn't going to do them any favors...

--Scout Wing, Eagle 1--

Davis did a flyby of their squid as it began flying towards home, from the looks of it 2 members of the crew were down for the count, and whoever had fallen off earlier was more than likely dead. All this for some mad escaped prisoner... With the sandstorm coming for them...

"Hey Kei, I've got an idea."

"You always have a idea." He could just feel her shake her head at him, "Alright, what is it this time?"

"We fly into the storm after them and spot for the gun crews?"

He thought he heard something on the other end of the radio, there was a lengthy pause as the Goldfish slowly began inching it's way towards the storm with the scouts on their tail.

"That's..."

"What? Bdrline brilliant?"

"Simple..."

Another pause came between them as the storm engulfed them.

"Lets just do our job."

--Bridge, Eagle's Shadow--

Moments later, a plan had been devised and put into motion, simple and quite honestly, probably the best chance they had for the moment.

"Gunnery deck this is the bridge," Reagan spoke into her intercomm, "current bearing is 213 degrees south by south west."

"Aye captain. Scout wing did you catch that?"

"Yup," the man in charge of their scout wing popped up on the receiver.

Reagan nodded, "What's their current bearing?"

"163 degrees south by south east."

"Right, adjusting guns."

The plan, as it were, required a lot of math. The bridge would have to keep the gun deck appraised of any and all course changes in order for them to compensate. The scout wing would be trailing their wayward ship, relaying their bearing to both the gun crew and the bridge. Helm (That being her) would have to juggle keeping their weapons in arc with keeping them in range, lesmok would alleviate the range issue to a degree but that still meant keeping them in range.

This'll teach the bastards a lesson for stealing our ships. "Give em hell."

"Right," she could feel the smirk on the other end, "Firing."

Satisfied she turned to Mr. Allen.

"And Alexi?"

He simply nodded. "Continuing their pursuit."

The Crimson Dragoon was the final part of the part, if either the scout wing or the gun crews managed to peg the Tranquility it would be Kasparov's duty to hold them until the Shadow arrived on station, whether or not the escapees would survive however...

Well, somehow she doubted they'd be filling their cells this time around.

--Engineering, Eagle's Shadow--

James Crowe had hit his stride, through hard work and perseverance the engineering crews had slowly and surely worked through a list of issues, he couldn't guarantee full power at the drop of a hat but the engineering plant was certainly capable of it. With the assistance of a few of the more experienced engineers things were beginning to run smoothly, still...

"The hell is Lorena Hank?"

Hank shrugged, "No idea, hope she gets here soon though."

He sighed, "Ewan, are you finished yet?"

The shorter man atop the piping above them waved them, "Give me a few moments, sheesh I've almost got it." He tightened a few bolts and banged the pipe with his mallet. "Done."

Crowe nodded in satisfaction, that was until the doors to engineering exploded inward.

Exploding might have been an exaggeration, but it was adequate as Lorena Henley stormed in, dragging Ulric and his crew back into engineering before immediately getting to work.

The scientist adjusted his clothing as he addressed the head engineer, "We uh, found her."

BdrLineAzn:
Tranquility

Entering the massive, raging dust cloud, the Goldfish buffers against the high winds and sand but stay her course. Jasper and his renegade crew muster what ever goggles or thick cloth they findto combat the storm. As they continue their direction south east, a thought crosses the madman's mind as he listen out against the high winds. Downshifting the throttles and descending down until they are covered in one of the most dense part of the storm and over the lake.

As the wind picks up more and visibility drops down to barely a foot from either direction of the his, the crew notices the move, "Boss why we stop? Aren't we trying to escape, being in here i don'tthink we can keep up with the repairs."

"Quiet," Jasper snaps, "Something is not right. You four, do you hear anything?"

"Nothing but these damn high winds." comments one over the roar.

Simple mined people,and they are the only ones whocan help me now, Jasper to himself as he rolls his eyes. Dismissing the comment, he slowly tunes out certainparts of the store and hearsa slight sound of engines.

hmm, too few and weak to be an airship... must be some planes, and they are in here trying to fins us.

"Ready the hawacha, I'm turning the ship about. Just fire 15 degrees up and 5 degrees right, load in burst shot and wait for my word." he orders and he idles the Goldfish and turn a full 180.

Not questioning their new boss, the crew quickly loads the main gun as they repair the vital components of their ship in a decent state. Loaded, the gunner makes the necessary adjustment to the sights calls out as soon the gun is ready.

Waiting, Jasper hones in to the source of the sound as his prey comes flying closer.

Crimson Dragoon

Alexi is in a sour mood at the moment having to fly out into the storm while his ship is still loaded with the weapons and armor from the downed Lord's ship. Still able to maintain a speed that won't hinder her battle performance, the Galleon enters the tan cloud of sand.

"Get some tarps and cover our newly acquired loot. Still need them back in a suitable condition." He orders to his crew. Turning to the radio, he calls in, "Bridge, this is Kasparov, my men and I are in the storm and we need last known position of the Goldfish."

"Captain, this is Eagle 1, we are currently tracking him now. they are heading bearing 163 south east....hold on, where they go?

"Eagle 1, what do you mean where did they go." Gregory on the other line asks.

Groaning, "Bridge, I'll move to their last know position. Eagle 1 see if you can find them again."

Disconnecting the signal, Alexi places a cloth over his mouth and goggles as he steers his ship deeper in the storm.

Scout Wing

"Kei, did you see them at all?" Davis asks his wingman.

The pair are currently flying side by side close enough where they can have visual contact with each other but far enough to avoid collision if the winds buffer them too much where they lose control. The winds buffer the planes  as sand flies over the cockpit as the storm begins to build momentum.

"I saw them still in the same heading before they disappeared. We need to fnd them fast, I don't know how long until the sand start to affect our systems"

"I agree. Antonio won't be happy if he finds his plane covered in sand."

Banking slightly to his left, Kei follows suit as they lower to the Goldfish last know height and direction. Keeping the course, the only thing they see is sand and no sigh of the stolen craft. Unknown to them, the said Goldfish is in waiting below them still several meters in front of the scouts. Before breaking off for another search pattern. The pair hears the roar of a hawacha going off in the storm as rockets appear in front of them exploding all around. Caught off guard, both planes takes damage to their main structure as the rockets explode on top of them. Smoke can be see coming from their engines as several holes where the shrapnel with litter the craft. Warning lights fill both cockpits as they lose fuel,oil and hydraulics.

"Bridge, we have taken fire! Goldfish is still near the 163 bearing a few meters off form our position. We can't keep trail as suffered heavy damage and returning to ship." Davis calls out frantically trying to stabilize his craft.

Alarms are still blaring as both planes back off the pursuit, trying to keep stable, Kei calls in ,"Davis, I'm losing fuel fast. Looks like they manage to hit my line."

"Keep with me, Once we are out of the storm we can worry about the other stuff." A new alarm comes in on his panel as he notices that he too is leaking fuel.

Blast, i don't think this maybe enough to get us back. We need to bail out soon, but it maybe suicide in this storm. Looking up, he notices a small break from the raging sand, That maybe our only hope.

"Kei, do you still have some control?"

"Sluggish, but yes."

"Follow me, i don't think we can make it back to the Shadow. We are bailing out and i see where."

He hears a sigh over his headset before she speaks, "I think i can make it. i still have enough."

"We don't know how big this storm is," Davis tone getting serious, "We need to get out while we have a chance. Besides these things are replaceable, its getting the pilot back alive counts."

"Copy, I'm on your six" After a few seconds of silence.

Satisfied, Davis banks towards the lull in the storm/ Nearing it, he feels the pressure of the wind dying down.

This is as close as we can get, he thinks before calling the Bridge, "Bridge, this is Scout Wing. My wingman and I have taken severe damage and bailing out. Request to send out a rescue team."

Before Gregory can answer, Davis pops his canopy and unbuckles his harness to the seat. Climbing out, he lets the wind catch him as he is pulled from the plane. Pulling the chute, he notices that Kei has done the same and watches as both planes plummet to the ground below.

Bridge

"Lady Captain and Sir, we just lost our scout wing" Allen reports, "They need a rescue team to retrieve them."

"What?" Frey says in bewilderment, "How about the escapees?"

"Apparently they are still in the current heading, but we can' thave proper conformation until Captain Kasparov reports in."

"Is there any other craft we have on here that is fast enough to retrieve our pilots and help with the search?"

Engineering

Groaning, Crowe looks at the four and Lorena, At least they are in one piece and no reports of any damage.

"Well since you five are now here, we need you guys to check the actual engines and shaft line for the propellers. If we want to have maximum speed, those need to be optimized."

Ulric gives a two finger salute to Crowe, "Right away, we are on it'"

As he starts to walk off in one direction, Ulric's crew stays behind as they notices Lorena's stare.

"Cap, i think you are heading in the wrong direction." Peak calls out.

"Huh?" He says as he turns around. Looking he sees Lorean pointing down another corridor.

Sheepishly laugh ,"Umm right, miss, lead on."

ShadedExalt:
Engineering:

Pulling a radio from one of his many pockets, already keyed to a command frequency, Gaige asks, "What the bloody hell is going on?  It's freaking chaos down here!"

C r o w:
Seeing that nobody is answering, Emil gets near a radio and answers.
"The Shadow is pursuing a stolen ship full of fugitives, if you are an engineer, go and keep the engines up, if you are a gunner, aim better."
An annoying looking radio officer is glaring at Emil.
Shrugging Emil replies to the glare.
"What? We are being slow! Can you make this thing go faster?"

C r o w:
Looking around for an answer to his question, Emil, looks very nervously trough the Windows of the bridge.
"We can't let that ship flee! That's a heavy blow to our combat capabilities!"
Looking around himself, still hearing no answer, Emil points to the steering wheel.
"Pilot, get this vessel to full speed ahead! Our engines are strong enough to withstand some sand!
...although I already feel sorry for the engineers..."

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