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Ulric's Quarters
Shrugging, Ulric leads her in to the workbench. Sitting on top are the several samples from when Carn berserked.
"See, normal red. And to answer your question, after undergoing something that extraneous there are bound to be bouts of exhaustion."
Galley
"By how tired both of you look," starts Janet as she places the plates down, "It's either you two are out of shape or someone in Engineering is putting out more work to be finished. Which I'm assumming is this 'Lady of Engineering'."
Hanger Bay, Fifth Season
1300
"Ok, bring the crane around slowly," Peak calls out to Jim.
Attached to the hook is a new poonton for the port side of the Junker. The starboard one has already been replaced, making the Season seaworthy again. Still the amount of hull damage is extensive and majority of the armor has to be stripped as they took most of the force coming back down onto the water. Using hand signals, Peak guides it in where he and Arnold bolts it in.
Frodor's Guildhall
After an hour long ride, the first 40 minutes has been waiting for a cab, the four finally arrives in front of the massive building. Being the last one out, Courage pays for the fare before the car drives out.
"There goes 40 crowns... What a rip off," he mutters under his breath before almost hitting Antonio.
"Huh?," the pilot turns, "Opps sorry Courage."
"Yeah, yeah. Why did you guys stop?" before looking up to where their gaze were, "Seriously, you stop to gaze at the building?" deadpanned.
"I'm from a small town in the Dunes," start Marie, "and this is like a manor."
"It's just one of the big trade hubs here. Besides, I seen one bigger..." Before it was blown up. omitting the last part to himself.
Walking forwards, he motions the three to follow him inside. As they reach the main door, many types of people buzz around them, from businessmen to farmers. With Slava out of the picture, Fyodor's hall is the next prominent one within the capital. Entering, they are met to an large, open main lobby. In the center sits a very ornate fountain. On the far wall houses a weird billboard with numbers that changes ever so often. On the right are small cubicles where a line is formed with several businessmen while the left are halls leading to the rest of the building. Stopping in the middle of the room, Courage looks over the cubicles and spots one that looks more official than the others.
"there, " he points out, "Must be his personal secretary."
"Well what are we waiting for." Farris says as he starts to make his way over.
Looking at one another, the three quickly fall in behind him as they make their way to the desk.
BdrLineAzn:
Fyodor's Guildhall
As the group approaches the desk, they see the see the secretary typing away on her typewriter. Glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose and sitting siffly upright, she barely looks away before acknowledging them.
"If you are here to meet with Master Fyodor, there is a month long waiting list."
Finger in the air, Courage's mouth hangs open amazed at he perception. Closing his mouth, he straightens himself, "Excuse me, but this is rather urgent. You see I happen to know the Guild master on a professional note and...."
"Yeah you and everyone else," She interrupted. Lowering her glasses, he stops typing and looks at the group, 'If you really want to see him, I'll write you up on our nearest opening. Either then that, if you can please remove yourself from the premise before i call security. Thank you."
As she resume typing, Courage pulls the three back with a annoyed look upon his face.
"That went well." Marie sarcastically says, "Thought you knew the guy?"
"Know him," He emphasis, 'But we may not see eye to eye."
"How so," Farris questions.
"Long story, had todo with the Yeshan Incident, but we are going to see him no matter what."
Confused, they quickly figured out what he ment as he start to run, awkwardly with the prosthetic, towards the different halls.
"You guys following?" he yells out behind him.
'HEY YOU THREE, STOP RIGHT THERE." a security officer calls the them as he and the restof the lobby watches on.
"Ah Flak me, you heard the man. RUN!!!" Antonio ordeers while catching up to the Anvalan.
Eagle's Shadow, Bridge
Entering, Frey notices the lack of crew manning the different stations. Since docking, they relaxed the rotation and only necessary personnel are working when they are needed. Currently the navigation team is just storing the maps that were out earlier.
"Afternoon sir," a young female acknowledges the man, the two others simply nods.
"Afternoon, Ms. Knightly, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes. So how is our course?"
"Well, we have several locations that are a point of interest to begin our survey" says Mrs. Holmes with a hint in her voice that suspects that this isn't a surveying mission at all anymore.
Picking up the hint, Frey doesn't change his expression, "Very well, does Captain Morgan and our other Captains know?"
"Well Captain Morgan requested us to make this a map," Her husband replies, "But we ill informthe rest once we depart."
'Very well. One last thing. Put out a call to have all hands have the rest of the night and tomorrow off. After what we have been through we deserve this."
Complying, Ms. Knightly goes over to the Comms Station, "Attention all hands, Liberty has been granted for the remainder of the night and all of tomorrow, that is all."
Carn:
Docks
Whistling, Alister makes his way up to the Shadow. Behind him, crudely march about a half dozen veteran engineers, and a dozen or so seasoned riflemen, and one grizzled old gunner.
"And here we are, we plan to head south, chart the skies and land, and wreck anything that tries to stop us. Along with a payment of 10,000 crowns. We have four airships inside, a few planes, a tank, and a half-track. Think you like our odds boys?"
"Aye sir!"
"Good! I'll lead you fine gentlemen of fortune to the Hangar Bay, where you will sign your contracts. After that, don't cause any trouble, unless otherwise ordered to do so."
Turning around, he adds on,
"And for those of you who know her, Ms Alison is a part of the crew. She's the Chief Medical Officer, and the only one on board with any kind of serious medical knowledge, is one of the pilots. So I recommend you lads stay healthy, and keep certain comments to yourself."
A few of the infantrymen pale, while the old gunner grins.
Galley
"The Lady!"
"She's a demon with a spanner!"
"There's always more work!"
Silver Corsair:
Catfish Bar, Grill, and Betting house. Radio log 1900.
Mr. Owl: Message for Ivan Smith: I am need a third rate. Contact William, send him south. If you have any presents they are well appreciated. I might have something unusual soon keep in touch. I put 40 Clunkers and 5 Shineys on Dave McDawl.
BdrLineAzn:
--Fyodor's Guildhall--
"You three, get the west corridor. I'll take another team to the east. Find those intruders!" screamed the head of security.
A chorus of of "Yes Sirs" come from the three as they pull out their night stick in one hand and a radio in another. Since their scene in the lobby, Courage and his ragtag group are running wild in the massive building trying to find it's owner. There were several close calls with the guards who happen to be in the area unknowing of the situation. After picking up one of their radios, Farris overhears a transmission.
"Double up the patrols. These maniacs need to be caught" came the rough voice of the security head.
"One thing for sure, we are maniacs." Farris agrees, "Why did you talk us into this?"
"Hey he owns me and several of my friends big time. Besides he will agree oncei tell him the purpose of why we need them." Courage calls back while still running and closing in on a door.
Behind him closely, Marie catches up and pulls his collar stopping him, "All this trouble for scouting planes for a surveying mission. I don't think that is a valid reason."
Letting him go, she crosses her arms and wait for Antonio and Farris to catch up, "Before we continue, what is really going on? I should havve suspected something as you, out of the entire crew, keeps being called by the Captain for meetings. And you are some ex guard of sorts."
Hearing the yells of security coming down the hall, Courage looks at the woman and over her seeing the shadows coming around the corner, "Ok, this is not a surveying mission per say. There is more to it, I'll explain once we are back to the ship. Right now we to find Fyodor and not get caught."
Grabbing the handle, Courage pulls and tries to walk in before falling over someone.
"What in the world is this!!" came an familiar voice, "Ohh, you again...."
Rubbing his head, Courage tries to stand up before being detained by the buildings security.
"My apologies Master Fyodor, these four where seen trying to break in. Don't worry we'll take them away." The head of security explains.
Sighing, Fyodor says to the man, "Release them." earning several huh's from security and Courage's group.
"This young fellow here is Mr. Bell, a very close associate of one of the Zhaos." he explains, "If he is here, then he must have something important."
With a smug smile on his face, the security lets him and his group go before saying one last apology. Once gone, Fyodor turns to the group.
"Well if you are here, follow me. Must be really important if you are willing to cause my security to go on a wild goose chase." He says with a wave before going through the door Courage opened.
"You know a Zhao?" whispers Anotonio to him.
'Yeah, he is a friend of mine. Azn Zhao, lives in Anvala." he answers.
Inside the office, Fyodor moves behind his desks and motions them to take a seat, "So if you are here, I'm assuming you are with the transport that the Councilwoman allowed to dock within the Military Docks? So is it supplies you need?"
"Yes and some more, we have a small plane squadron on the transport that have taken quite a beating. We only have three functional planes and handful of spare parts."
"So you need a new squadron of planes," the Guild master deduces.
"Yes," Marie spoke, "These two and myself are part of workforce of maintaining the planes. We are here to evaluate what you have in stock." Courage nodding along.
"How about this, just got a shipment form Chaladon. New plane that we acquired from one of their factories. Dubbed Spitfire for the amount of fire it outputs."
"You have them here?" Asks Farris.
"Yes, I can take you to the airfield and show you." Fyodor offers.
"Well Chaladon haven't made a bad plane yet." Marie debates, "I want to see them myself."
"Very well," Fyodor stands, "I'll make a call to arrange for us to go to the field. If you can wait out in front of the building."
Nodding, Farris, Antonio, and Marie stands and exits the office. Still sitting, Courage watches as Fyodor finishes his call.
"That easy to get planes? What are you trying to pull?" He asks.
Walking around his desk, He retrieves his coat and suitcase of one of his cabinets, "You don't think I know the reason that transport is here? I got several recon reports of two more groups in the North and West. So apparently the Baronies are trying to hunt down the last of the Birdmen and you need more supplies because you manage to get into a mishap with one."
"That's spot on." Courage standing up amazed.
"I told your friend Zhao that we are trying to cover up our association with that group. I am willing to to help... to a degree. So are you coming or what?" holding the door for him.
--Air Field--
1400
After an hour drive, they manage to get to the city's lone air field. Already on the tarmac are two Spitfires being serviced by several maintenance workers. Sporting forest camo, they stick out to the tan of the desert. Stopping the vehicle, the chauffeur opens the door to let them out. Walking towards the planes, Marie quickly walks ahead of them and start looking over one of the planes.
"She is very enthusiastic," Fyodor observes, "Well these are your to test. There are suits over in the hanger and the planes are ready to go."
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