The Warehouse
While setting the sights on the Mercuary with Dalhia, Courage overhears Carn's statement about a religious bacon.
"I've been around some strange people, but bacon? Think it's an Anglean thing?" he whispers to Dalhia.
Once the sights have been zeroed in, he looks through the scope towards a old wreckage. Smiling, he opens the dual field gun's breach and loads in a Charged Round. Grabbing the twin triggers. The mount swivels around it bears as Courage takes aim. With a pull of the trigger, the round escapes the barrel as it flies toward the target. Unlike a standard Mercuary, the Anvalan variant barely had any recoil from the charged round as it was made to withstand a higher powder mixture which is only know in the desert city. The round then impacts the piece of metal and pierces directly through the thick sheet.
Tracking the round, Courage smirks knowing his aim hasn't left him, "If only we had the standard for this. Who else wants to give it a go?"
Hanger Bay
"What a surprise seeing you here. You going on this thrip as well? I just recently got accepted, already met with Commander Frey," Renard says to her.
Back at the planes, their suspicions are correct that she was indeed Captain Morgan.
"Looks like she's maybe another flier," Antonio assumes from her craft and whistles," Look at that thing, prototype engines and all. Think we can handle it Farris?"
"I think I can, I don't believe you would. You may blaze up in a ball of fire." he chuckles.
"Hey! Ok Kei you are the deciding factor, who think can handle that thing?"
Rolling her eyes as the two, she hops out of the cockpit she was in and walks towards the both of them. Ignoring the calls, she approaches the group around the craft.
"Nice to meet you Captain Morgan, I'm Kei Naga, one of the pilots of the scouting planes. I'm just wondering, since there are four planes who is the last pilot?"
Brig
Ulric tries to look pass Alison not the room, but is blocked by her head each time.
During each attempt, he manages to put out a few words, "Well miss I'm Ulric......Culvin.......Captain..... Excuse me...... Naturist....... Can you pardon your head....... and curiosity seeker.....you are persistent aren't you?"
Straightening himself, on his glasses he added several more lenses to see if he can zooming in with them. Seeing that only a glare can be magnified, he readjust the frames back to his normal lenses.
"so who is it that we have on board, a ruffian? Oh maybe an exotic animal? Is it an animal, must be a bird if it's humming, please let me see." unaware of the seriousness of Alison's glare.
Armory
Alexi enters the armory and is fascinated about the quantity of weapons stored. Passing the rifles to the savers, he notices a pile in the corner and a smirk is seen. Recognising several of the equipment stored at the temporary sleeping arrangement he says to no one in particular.
"Well looms like we are on the same job aren't we Alister."
(those reading, disregard the first entrance of Alexi into the armory. -.- )
