Hangar Bay
Alister smiles behind his mask, then lowers it enough so they can see him wink. Readjusting it he says, "The engines are impressive, there's no denying it. I take it your an engineer then?"
Brig
Alison flashes back seven years ago, to the first time she remembers that level of anger. It is also, coincidentally the day she met Alister.
Canyons of Northern Yesha, 7 years ago
Alison swore it seemed like q good idea last week. She had heard these pirates were lazy boozers, and only a skeleton crew was supposed to be here today. She was completely wrong. They were fully sober, on alert, and to top it off, she fell for an old trap. They found her halfway to the vault, under a net connected to bells. Now she was strapped to a chair in the basement, with the pirate captain looming over her.
"So, little miss red thought she could sneak in and scamper off, without even entertaining us?"
A few cronies in the back nod and grin. Alison has a very, bad feeling about their plans for her. She begins to get a headache in her temples, but has no idea why.
"Oho! Look at her lads! That hair of her's doesn't lie! We've got ourselves a fighter!" Leaning in close, he unsheathes a small knife, running it lightly on her thigh. "I will enjoy breaking you."
Alison is sitting there in silent fury, the gag in her mouth preventing the tirade of profanity from ensuing. Suddenly, a massive explosion can be heard, along with screaming and other sounds of combat.
"Damn. Another Imperial patrol, get up there boys and remind them why this is OUR canyon."
The two cronies grab some assault rifles and head out, leaving their boss alone with the girl.
"My apologies, now where were we...."
Suddenly, the sound of the cronies rifles begin. Along with what sounds like a bear.
"What the flak?! They've never made it down here!" The pirate only now realizes that he cannot hear combat from above anymore. "Imperial patrols aren't this good......Who the flak is attacking?!" Drawing his cutlass and pulling out a large revolver, which has the word, Executioner, engraved on the barrel. He then readies himself to the side of the door. After about 30 seconds, the sound of the cronies stop, but the apparent bear continues for a few more seconds. Then it is silent.
In her head, Alison's mind is going crazy. "What the flak is going on? Did Dad or Alishia hire somebody?!"
Suddenly the door is locked wide open, revealing a heavily armed, armored, and masked individual. Alison grumts and motions to the pirate next to the stranger, but to late. The pirate lord has already lunged forward, stabbing him in the chest. Miraculously, it bounces off.
"PAH! You call that a blade?" The figure unhooks a large axe from his belt, holding it near the head. In a interesting move, he punches with it, hitting the pirate in the right hand, then delivers a lighting fast, overhead blow from further down. The pirate, known as the King of Canyons, crumples to the ground.
Into a small radio on from a pocket, the stranger speaks in military jargon. "Target eliminated."
"Well done Corporal, return ASAP."
"Negative. One hostage. Will escort."
After some grumbling, garbled by static, the response is heard. "Cleared."
Putting away the radio, he lowers the mask revealing a surprisingly young face. "Alright miss, I'm going to untie you and escort you out." He then takes out a knife and cuts the bonds on her hands, after which she removes the gag.
"You said UNTIE."
While cutting through the bonds on her feet, he retorts. "You ever hear of the Gordian Knot? It was only untied when a guy chopped through it with his sword."
"Sounds like cheating."
"Miss, there may still be pirates around. Can the bickering wait till we are on the ship?
Well isn't he impertinent. "Fine."
After he's done, the stranger pockets the pirates pistol. "Ready?"
Alison grabs a SMG from the wall. "Lead the way." Her headache passes.
