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Silver Corsair:
Leaving Frey's Quarters Alexander gives the guards a smile. "You really can get anywhere as long as you know you're supposed to be there. Any way before you go can you point towards Ulric's room."

"Just over there."

"Thank you"

Outside Ulric's Quarters
Alexander waits for his return.

C r o w:
Eagle's Shadow dock

Looking around himself, Emil found that actually many a man was trying to apply there.
Some crewmen were standing near one of the ship entrances. They had really annoyed faces and many papers in their hands, suggesting that they were the ones that took all the applications from the various would-be crewmen.

Putting up his most lordly face, Emil reached the annoyed crewmen and gave them the letter with his and Selenia's official application.

As he gave the letter, he also put in the man's hand some coins and added:
''This is a very important thing, now you go and give it to Mr. Frey, okay?''

The crewman, a bit of light flashing in his tired eyes, nodded and walked towards the ship's interior.


As Emil was walking away, he saw a man, thin, with no other particular characteristic, walking like a drunk towards one of the ship's less guarded side entrances.

''Oi you!'' cried Emil as he walked towards the man.

''Who, me?''

''No, your uncle!'' Emil joked.

''Ah, ok.'' The man turned around and kept walking away.
Emil reached him and took him by the scruff.

''What's your problem man?'' the man whimpered.

''That's a restricted area.''
Emil's face was dead serious.
He was answered with a drunky smile.

''I just wanted to apply!''

Emil then threw the man towards the direction of the application dock he pointed at it.
''There. To apply, you go there.''

The man was still smiling.
''Ok, thanks.''
And he kept walking and wobbling towards the direction pointed by Emil.

After the nobleman went away, the thin man changed. Nobody was near him, to see, but he suddenly stopped walking like a drunkard and assumed the demeanour of a businessman of sorts. He was no longer smiling.

''Hello.'' He said as he approached makeshift counter used to register the applicant. ''I'm Fritz Iljic, I'd like to apply as engine engineer.''

Piemanlives:
--Gura Luplul, Tranquility--

The voices over head continued, Davis was watching as Kei fiddled around with her bindings.

"I hope you have a plan Kei, cause I don't." With Kei's reveal and unwillingness to back down Davis was dragged into a nonexistent plan.

"Hold on... give me- just a little- Ha!" Her bindings snapped, rope falling to the deck as she massaged her wrists. "Here, let me get you."

With the two of them freed they had to come up with a plan.

"They're still talking up there."

Kei nodded as she examined their surroundings. "I see your rifle."

Davis perked up. "Really, because I'd rather not buy another one."

She nodded again, "Starboard railing. Think you can grab it?"

He smirked, "Try and stop me. What's the plan?"

"We jump off the ship."

He raised an eyebrow, "What, that's it?"

"Yes," she turned to face him. "They're in hiding, they won't cause a commotion if they can help it, if we get off the ship they'll either have to reveal themselves or let us go, I doubt they want the first."

"Yeah..." He stroked his chin, "If we do make it, we can take a ship to Vyshtorg, get us there within the day, either we link up with our ship, or we radio Cathedral about what happened." He took a deep breath. "I'll go for the rifle, you just make it off ship."

She nodded, "On three?"

"Yeah, no. Just go!"

Without waiting for a reply he sprinted right out of the cabin space, immediately he sighted the rifle sitting near the fore end of the ship. He shifted his body and made his move, in an instant he heard his captors yell as he came into sight beneath the command post, he ignored their cries as his rifle was finally within reach and turned just in time to watch as Kei threw herself from the port side onto the harbor, at least, he hoped it was the harbor.

Come on Davis just think of it as throwing yourself from the highest tower! You've done that before... sort of. If one neglected to mention the highest tower was a playground structure.

He steeled himself and charged, vaulting over the railing as Kei righted herself, running for the nearest pile of crates. Davis hadn't realized his mistake until he hit the ground hard amidst startled pedestrians and surprised dockworkers. He got to his feet seconds later and followed suit, panting as he rounded the crates. Kei was waiting for him, taking deep breaths, hand on her side as rested.

"Bad fall?"

She smirked at him despite her state, "Not as bad as yours."

He rolled his eyes at her, "Right, lets just find a ship and get out of here so I can get my answers."

--Frey's Quarters, Eagle's Shadow--

...Shit.

"Shit." She shook her head."I had wondered..." She took a deep breath.

"The confirmation though is alarming, but we can't worry about it now." She took this moment to right her chair and sit in it properly. "We're going to need more people, though with our previous experiences we need to be more careful about who we hire but we need to be prepared above all else."

She sighed, "We should also look into getting more aircraft somehow, we can't just keep working with so few craft and if we loose what few we have left we'll be stuck." She turned to Courage, "Maybe we should call in those favors."

--Galley, Eagle's Shadow--

Hank was in the galley after dropping Lorena on her bed, she had passed out on the way forcing him to drag her the rest of the way, and despite not being heavy he was still hungry enough to grab lunch. That was when he saw the twins drag themselves in, it was a comical sight, almost pitiful really, still, with all the work that needed to be done, on the orders of both Crowe and Lorena the engineering crews continued working despite yard workers that were assisting them. He watched as the pair of them begged for coffee and kitchen staff was... well, they were working to contain their giggles.

Hank himself was also doing his best to keep from laughing, and so apparently were the Comm officers, If one discounted Gregory, though despite his calm demeanor Hank noticed the amused glint in his eyes. One of the kitchen staff managed to regain their composure and directed them to the coffee machine in the back of the kitchen.

Hank stood and made his way over to the gathering bridge crew, a few of the helm officers and navigation team members had joined the table and everyone was having a drink or a meal of some kind.

"Mind if I join you?" One of the helmsmen gestured to an empty chair and he sat down with his food. "Thanks."

"Hey engie," one of the helmsman, a woman with blonde hair had called to him from the other side of the table. "Think we'll be done here soon?"

"Uh... Probably? Those two weren't lying when they said Crowe and Lorena were working us hard, hell she passed out herself, we'll probably be done within the day, so tomorrow before noon I think." He shrugged, "Don't take my word for it, something could come up and we do need to resupply still."

--Gunnery Deck, Eagle's Shadow--

"Hmm?" Amelia turned from her work, despite her inexperience there was one thing she was sure of, with adequate instruction one could do their job just as well as any other. Because of this she had decided to ensure that the maintenance crews knew their weapons from a technical stand point.

"No I believe I have this under control, if you wish to assist me that would be generous of you."

BdrLineAzn:
MedBay

Going over to a hanging clipboard, Ulric shakes his head at the numbers.

"I count at least 6 dead and double that wounded. No wonder we went through these supplies."

Replacing the board back, "As for the samples, I've been looking them over... You know what, follow me, I'll show you."

As he motions for Alison to follow, Ulric calls back in, "Renard, you'll be fine by yourself right?"

"Good so far, few minutes alone won't hurt," the young man responds.

Satisfied, Ulric walks out with Alison in tow.

Ulric's Quaters

"I just found something extremely weird," he begins as the pair walks down the cooridor, "It seems there is something in the blood, that when adrenaline is mixed in, causes a chain reaction that amplifies the muscles in the body. Since its been a few days, the sample you gave me return back to a normal red color."

Once they reach his room, he notices the new man.

"Um, hello? You are?"

Frey's Quaters

"I agree," Frey nods," if they have been tracking the Kiebeth, then they may have been tracking the Shadow's position as well. Once we pass Guild borders, we must expect a surprise attack."

"Well if we are done," Cpurage starts as he stands, "I'll see myself out and head into town. Meeting with Fyodor may take a while."

"Very well. If that is all, you are dismissed."

Gunnery Deck

"Well I'm the one who just fire the guns, Courage knows most of the weapon systems. But doesn't mean I can't learn."

Walking over to her, Theodore picks up one of the manuals and opens the page.

"Oh, so that's how the Hawacha loads it's rockets." he says intrigued.

Guru Lupulul, Tranquility

"Sir they got away." one of the raiders inform Jasper.

Struggling to control his temper, he barley whisper out a response, "I can clearly see that. If they find a ship or radio tower, they will inform the Shadow."

Pinching his nose, Jasper walks across the top cabin before stopping at the radio. Changin the frequency, he points to one of the raiders, "You, drop a rope, climb down, and follow the pair. I don't have time to change course."

"What am I suppose todo once I find them?"

"Dispose of them. Once that is done, contact me back on this ship's frequency, got it? I got to make a call so quickly be fore we lose them."

Complying, the man rushes back downstairs and grabs a rifle, pistol and spare ammo. With help from another raider, they toss off a rope where he quicky slides down.

Back at the helm, Jasper waits patiently until a click is heard from the other line, "Master, seems like we may have a problem.

Carn:
Ulric's Quarters

"Interesting, it certainly explains a lot, isn't it likely that after the adrenaline dissipates, and the muscles return to normal proportions, the subject would suffer sever exhaustion?"

Glancing at the new guy, Alison amends what she was about to say,

"After recent events the, subject, suffered a severe bout of exhaustion.  What do you think the long term effects could be, or after an event which causes a significant amount of the compound to flood the system?"

Frey's Quarters

"I'll head into town then, see if I can't get some mercs to sign on, I'll try to make an emphasis on engineers with more than a year's worth of experience.  Might be better for us long term."

Heaving himself out his chair, Alister makes his way into Vystorg,

Vystorg

Now then, did they relocate after the Yeshan Incident?

Alister begins to navigate through the city, orienting himself with the new buildings that have cropped up since the attack.  Wherever a large enough population of people exist, you can always find a certain type of establishment.

Bingo, and only a few extra bullet holes since last time,

Walking through the door, Alister surveys the drinking mercenaries.

"Gentlemen!  Have I got the job for you!"

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