Role-Play [Main Plot] The Skyriders

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  1. Nevermore

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    "Oof!" Rath nearly fell down as he was forcefully shoved out of the way by Zeldane. The large man moved from one section to another like a kid in a candy store. "We could build a whole ship with all these parts! A damn good one at that! This is really impressive. Look at all these parts, I've never seen so many airship parts in one place before. Whoever owned this beforehand was really serious about airships. Probably owned his own ship yard. I agree with the young miss, who did this belong to before? And forgive my forwardness, but why is the Empire actually honoring the will and giving it to her? I thought they confiscated things like this."
     
  2. Doc

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    With a thundering boom the doorway to the golden hall was hurled wide open, a melody of chaos resounding throughout the corridor in a chorus of frenzied shouts and discharging firearms. Her hair was a crimson banner billowing about within a rain of gunfire, the Imperial armor in which she was clad issuing a metallic cling with every movement that she made. Her forehead was drenched beneath a thick sheen of sweat, her breath managing to escape from between her lips only in the form of exhausted gasps.

    "Stupid, stupid," Esmeralda growled as she continued to sprint, spurred forward by the violent commotion that her pursuers made behind her. She winced as she forced her legs to keep moving, the bullet lodged within her right shoulder feeling as though it were sadistically twisting about within the wound. Another shot careened just past her head as she rounded the nearest corner, her sky blue eyes as wide as saucers as another barrage of gunfire tore through the spot that she had just occupied.

    She scowled as she cast a quick glance to her side, suddenly maneuvering herself to one side of the hall to build momentum before hurling her weight into a door along the opposite wall. She stumbled through the archway as she threw herself forward, teetering and nearly face-falting upon the ground as she clumsily managed to avoid a horde of servants which stood upon the other side of the door.

    "That way, snub the bitch!" She heard the shout behind her as the Imperial Guardsmen continued to give chase like hounds on the tail of a wounded rabbit. Again she cursed her own stupidity, barring her teeth as she continued on in a mad dash. Her legs felt as though they had been set aflame, the armor she wore weighing her down far more than she had anticipated.

    "Stupid," She seethed as she cut another corner hard, her expression falling as she slowed to an exhausted halt. In front of her was only a stained-glass window, a dead-end, its colors twisting and morphing about upon the pane to create a portrait of the previous Emperor seated upon his throne. Were he actually there she would have strangled the Bastard, his smug demeanor baring down upon Esmeralda as if mocking her. She met the image's gaze head on with her own, a cold and unyielding glare of defiance that threatened to shatter the glass before her with rage. Her mood did not lighten at the sound of the snickering guardsmen behind her, their weapons emitting several soft clicks as they were raised and aimed at the crimson-maned corsair.

    Her hands, scorched black and caked in dark powder, balled tightly into fists at her sides as she planted her feet firmly upon the floor. Without warning or hesitation she propelled herself forward in a great surge, her mouth thrown open to emit a wild cry as she crashed through the stained-glass window.

    In a hail of glass and gunfire, she fell.
     
  3. Shadow

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    "Wow. This looks really useful." said Derrick as he stood next to Estella, his hands at his sides, his green eyes big and surprised looking. He stood there as if he had been standing there forever, as if he had every reason to be here. The guitarist of the band had come alone, deciding to find out more, and that's exactly what he did.

    He grinned as he eyed Rath and Zeke, then to the lady Fine who had brought them there.

    "Blastin' A, mate!" said Derrick, grinning widely still, clapped his hands, and walked inside. His eyes were dwelling from the large machinery and equipment laying around as he began picking up certain things. "What does this do? And this?" he asked to noone in particular, picking up a large tool which looking like a gun. By accident he pulled the trigger and a large nail shot out, ricocheting from wall to table, ducking as it shot right above his black and red colored hair. "Oopsie daisy." he said, trying to look ashamed of himself.

    After having one last look around, he turned to Estella, giving her a cheerful wink. "It's arranged then, Miss Estella. The Frightful Lillie's will support you in whatever funding you might need to get stuff going 'ere."
     
  4. Paladin_girl

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    Estella turned on her heel, pointing her gun at the talkative trespasser beside her. She looked at the others briefly, uncertainty on her face. Did anyone else see him enter? Her eye flicked back to Derrick, an eyebrow raised. She didn’t lower the gun when catching the flying tool with her right hand, placing it back on the table without a sound.

    She smirked faintly, the tricorn hat tilting to the left as her head moved to look.

    “What happened to ‘we’ll take on the empire ourselves’, Lily-boy?” she said softly, lowering the gun slowly. Her finger didn’t leave the trigger for a second.
    _

    The bubbling liquid in Herr Drusselmeyer’s metal hands simmered softly as his eyes paused for a few moments to savour the words on the newspaper, at the front of which said in bold capitals: “BIG BANG IN BOURNE STREET” where the image of several haughty criminals were seen escaping from the burning remains of the Census Office.

    He could never help but wonder, in the police state which the Empire was, how anyone managed to get a gun. Eyes were everywhere and still, these silly little morons managed to create a gastronomic mess.

    No wonder his bowels were misaligned. The style of some of these insects was positively horrendous!

    “Tea!” he yelled up the stairway, his cracked, broken voice like a strangled chicken, to which he heard a shuffle and a clunk in response. He turned back to the paper.

    “Ah yes, yes, yes,” he said busily, tapping a thin finger on the small dots of people in the photograph, “little baby Castillo and her infant squad. Such games they play and to little avail. Gosh goodness me. Ah hm? And those little musicians? Accomplices? Pity. They make such a splendid squawk.”

    Through his monocle, the mad scientist peered at the official letter beside the paper. He pouted, his wrinkled lips like wet, shrivelled fingers.

    “Oh Greenslade! How can they afford you?” he tutted manically to himself, “well, if it’s a battle they want, it’s a battle they’ll have… and my delightful dolls! Oooh, hehehehehe! Let more fleets scout the empire! It’ll take more than a bullet to get the little skull n’ crossbones in the sky! Let’s make a mess and spy on those inventor’s dirties! What fun! More trouble! Now where’s my pen? Destroy those little sanctuaries that our darling friends have! Let’s make more of a mess! What joys! Such thrills! Such – WHERE IS MY TEA?!”

    Silence.

    “Bloody dolls.”

    He sighed, his fingers picking at the skeletal frame of a mouse before drinking his fizzy drink. Once more, he pouted.

    “More carbon, less hydrochloric acid.”

    He picked up his pen – and began inscribing with crooked handwriting to the admirals.
     
  5. Dolentrean

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    Dex hadn’t found his way back to his room. In fact, he hadn’t found his way back to any room. He was sprawled out in a small hallway between to large bulky pieces of machinery. In his wanderings the drink had tuned against him, and he felt the sudden need to find a place to rest, regardless of practicality. In this fit he had wandered into what seemed like a huge wear house, There were people around, but not in the portion of the wear house he had entered…

    While he wasn’t aware of it, Dex had wandered into the Airship hanger. Instead of entering the main building where people arrived and departed, he had turned and wandered instead into the docking bay and collapsed in the dimly lit gap between two large pieces of docking machinery where he had quickly drifted from a drunken haze to a drunken dream.
     
  6. Doc

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    Like a crippled beggar she continued on her way, obscured within the black veil of the night as she limped quickly along. Her crimson bangs were matted about her forehead in a thick sheen of cold sweat, the expression beneath it contorting sharply as she winced with every step. Beneath her worn and haggard breath she cursed the tree which had broken her fall from the tower, the mind-numbing pain which ebbed through her broken ribs, shoulder, and pelvis distracting her from the fact that the shrubbery had in fact saved her life. Behind the stumbling corsair ran a long, thin trail of blood upon the asphalt, the crimson liquid dripping steadily from her wounds and splashing softly against the ground.

    With a sharp breath she hurled herself to the right, pressing her back firmly up against the wall behind her as she peered cautiously around the corner. She hesitated upon spotting two dark silhouettes conversing several yards away, lingering within her hiding place until she was certain that they were only civilians. She toppled forwards as she struggled to remain conscious despite her loss of blood, stumbling into a hybrid of a limp and a jog as she continued along her way.

    She paused to cough after several more minutes of silent flight, heaving in exhaustion as she forced her gaze to rise. She felt in that moment as if she could weep for joy as she spotted the faint outline of sky ships in the distance.

    She wasn't far. The dockyard was just ahead. The Schooner was waiting right there, just a little bit farther!

    SLAM!

    Esmeralda groaned in agony as she rolled over upon the hard and frozen ground beneath her, coming to rest upon her back as the world continued to spin all about her. Had she been struck from behind? Her head felt fine. Her ankle, however, was another story entirely.

    "Gah," she managed to cringe as she forced herself to bend at the waist, pushing off against the ground as to rise into a seated position. With a gaze reminiscent of a dwindling flame she looked behind her, her piercing blue eyes narrowing as they took in the sight of the large, dark mound that was groaning not even a foot away.

    She had tripped... on a drunk.

    With a sigh of disbelief she allowed her head to recline backwards, her chin raised as she looked up to the star-spotted expanse of black overhead.

    This was not her week.
     
  7. Shadow

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    "Well, Miss. What can I say. I had a chat with the boys back at the pub and we were so undertaken with your charming demeanor and decided that we would be absolutely riveted to be able to help you out." Derrick had walked over to her, ignoring the gun as if she could have been holding a breadstick in her hand. He moved an arm around her neck and gestured to the wide open space of the hangar and all the equipment.

    "We figure you do need some investment and something questionable equipment, especially now that the Empire had it's greedy little eyes set on everything that is coming out and in these days." he said quickly and smirked widely, his eyes smirking with intelligence. "I foresee great things Miss Estella, great things!"
     
  8. Nevermore

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    "Something tells me that isn't a good idea, Pretty Boy," Rath said from behind Derrick as he inspected a rather large piece of equipment that seemed fairly important to an airship, if one actually existed in the warehouse. The rogue didn't care for Derrick and his band, despite his own carefree nature. Rath thought the band acted out with too much flare and couldn't figure out how they had kept their rebel nature a secret. Derrick also seemed way too overconfident, a trait Rath had seen be the downfall of a many great men. He didn't really care though. Rath shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his hat before moving around behind the piece of equipment.

    Zeldane had begun sorting different pieces of equipment and now had two large, well organized piles of clearly different items. He stopped only long enough to look at Derrick questioningly before shrugging with a grunt and going back to work. The guitarist wasn't a concern of the shipwright. He began to read off the labels on a shelf and took up a loose piece of paper and began to make an inventory. "'Eh lass," he called out, looking over his shoulder, "'hoever had this before really knew what 'e was up to. I reckon there's enough stuff here to make a completely new airship. I'm not sure what that rocker is talkin' about with investments and what not, you've got everythin' you need right here." He went back to scribbling quickly on his paper.
     
  9. Paladin_girl

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    Estella moved away from Derrick’s arm uncomfortably, but a wise smile had appeared on the young engineer’s face, calm and thoughtful. In her eyes, sparks of interest lit her gentle features. They glanced at Rath only briefly, once or twice, before finally resting on Zeldane.

    “There may be enough material there, but we don’t know how old it is. I’ll be interested to find out.”

    Once or twice, mirth had passed across her features, but it had finally become restrained enough to appear knowing, rather than mocking. She looked to Derrick. It was a great thing that the boy of Lilies was proposing – but it was not what the young woman had in mind.

    “Actually,” she said softly, her sage tone echoing throughout the warehouse, “I think it will be you who will need the help.”

    She stepped forward before looking over her shoulder, her smile remaining on her face, brightened by the illumination beside her.

    “It is true that the Empire has no love for engineers and rebels. We’re one and the same. Very soon they will be scouring the main parts of the city, but look at where we are. This is a dump – overhead, they will see nothing because of the smog. Down below, this is so abandoned and unremarkable that they will pass it!”

    She neared towards Derrick now, her hands behind her back as she strode, businesslike and calculating.

    “This is neutral territory; a sanctuary for all those that need help. Engineers, pirates, inventors, you… bring parts, guns, objects to work with, but that is all. What you’re asking is that we join a side – dangerous when the pirates are the other. We need to work together when we are able to understand one another… even if the chances are so… miniscule. This is a place where you can discuss plans, invent things, but fire a bullet…”

    She looked over to the group behind Derrick and gave a wink before looking back to the unexpected guest.

    “… And I think we’ll know where we stand with you. This is a sanctuary, not a warzone. We can think about that once alliances start being made…”


    Chapter One – Gander for the Goose


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    “Man is the only kind of varmint that sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.” – John Steinbeck

    Herr Drusselmeyer’s letter of instruction to the Admiralty, though written by an absolute madman, was crystal clear.

    The HMS Rahna was a ship known for prowess and a durable service to the Empire. In the sky, always managed to shadow entire towns with uncertainty and fear, for her cannons could obliterate them all in a single blast, should it ever have been allowed. They were recently given to them from the Empire, should airship pirates ever attempt to board her, but thankfully – or worryingly – they were not as stupid as they looked.

    HMS Rahna soared through the skies in her capacity as a cruise ship, taking citizens from one imperial state to the next within hours, giving the visitors a view, souvenirs and little pieces of propaganda to keep them quiet and mindlessly content.

    Tonight, after the bombing in Bourne Street, the captain of HMS Rahna, felt the complete opposite. Sweat was beading on his face, which twitched as the woman before him calmly passed a sheet of paper towards him. One leg was crossed over the other, which seemed to glisten in the lamplight, just like the dainty little orbs dripping from the captain’s face.

    The woman lit a cigarette, nonchalantly balancing it between her gloved fingers. Over her horn-rimmed glasses, she peered at the nervous man across the desk with a look of utter indifference.

    Her instructions were clear: Get a confession, no matter what – even if we have to be economical with the truth.

    Chump change for her. Pressuring some sailor into saying that this scrap of metal carried pirates and engineers.

    “You will be the only one who will be trialed, Mr. Candice. It’s that or you, the people on board and your precious ship get blown down. At this moment, I just need to say the word and our ships will gun you down like a dog. I promise that your family will be taken care of once you… depart.” She took a long draft as she waited for Captain Candice’s response.

    He grasped his calloused hands into fists, baring his teeth, which gritted together and clicked and squeaked as they trembled. Beneath his navy jacket, his muscles were bunching tightly together in utter dread. A weight had unexpectedly fallen onto his shoulders. It was as if the trial had already begun and the verdict was final. In the half-lit captain’s cabin, the darkness made his world heavy and tense – and he knew that he was placed in the corner, the cat’s paws already on his back.

    “You bitch.”

    The woman tilted her head and smiled, breathing smoke from out of her nostrils, changing one leg for the other.

    “Sign,” she said, “or be screwed.” She leaned forward, her elbow on the elaborate desk as her lips closed around the cigarette for a second draft, her angle exposing the cleft of her bosom from the uniform blouse. She raised her eyebrows as she breathed out the smoke, which flew into Captain Candice’s nostrils, making him cough. “It’s a simple choice,” she added, “you save hundreds of lives at the cost your own,” her smile dropped, “for the sake of the Empire . Nice, clean … and snug.”

    Captain Candice’s shaking hand picked up his pen, roughly signing the declaration form before pushing it back to the woman. Stiffly, she picked it up and with a smirk, plucked the cigarette from her lips and dug the end into the desk, a perfect circle now marking it amongst the ash.

    “Thank you for your business,” she said, getting up and straightening her pencil skirt formally, “a man will see you tomorrow.”

    Captain Candice sat back in his seat, staring at the door that was left open when the woman left. His life for hundreds, just to sign a lie. What was the Admiralty thinking? Now that he was alone, his eyes dropped to a photograph, of a woman and child. He brushed the frame with his fingers.

    _

    Beside the Rahna, a second behemoth was in the sky, another of the empire’s great ships. The Willoughby seemed to hang on invisible strings, the engines quiet and her parameters quiet. On the deck, the woman stared at the HMS Rahna with calm intrigue before looking aside at her second-in-command, nonchalance written on her perfect features.

    “We’ve got the confession. Blow it up.”

    In the sky, all that could be heard was a loud boom that shuddered the imperial foundations before the HMS Rahna came tearing through the clouds, her pieces impacting on the harsh edges of the imperial capital, exploding on contact.

    Below, the woman watched the Rahna’s remains burn before she smirked and turned away.

    “Tonight,” she said to the crew, “we will start to hunt down the rebels. If you find any engineers, kill them. Find anyone related to them, get information and kill them, too.”

    She lit her third cigarette of the evening and took in a deep draft.

    Perfect.
     
  10. Isa

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    Zeke scribbled a short note on a blank sheet of paper from his bag.
    "Fina, You said that the empire is aware that Estella inherited this warehouse and it's contents? I recall that after the last purge the Empire had begun to inspect all deed and inheritance titles as well as the associated properties. Why would they let something like this place be passed on to a civilian?" As he spoke he casually set his courier case next to the stack of blueprints he'd glanced through and slipped a few of the schematics from his families ship into under the stack, angling so the note he'd scribbled was on top of them but under the older blueprints.
     
  11. Dolentrean

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    Dex groaned suddenly, ripped from a hazy unclear dream my a jolt of paint shooting through his head… he rolled, and glanced around, momentarily surprised to find himself on the cold ground in a dimly lit… alleyway? He sat up and the world swam around him. He hated waking up drunk, it was a vastly and unrelentingly disoriented feeling. But he didn’t linger on it, if the thought came into his head it all.

    He gasped quietly as the panic of being awoken so harshly subsisted and he lifted his hand to his now throbbing temple… shit. He glanced around haphazardly, confused and annoyed until his eyes rested on a person crumpled on the ground. His lips almost turned up into a snarl of sheer annoyance and he made to move toward the fallen figure. The thought of standing crossed his mind almost momentarily but he instead rolled to his hands and knees and crawled over to the figure.

    “Hey!” he said bitterly, He grabbed the figure by the shoulder and shook it, “Hey!”

    He rolled it over and was slightly taken aback to see the face of a shockingly attractive young lady. He blinked, before shaking her again. “Hey! Lady, What in the hell are yo…” He stopped as his fingers grazed something wet. He hesitated and pulled his hand back to his face, confused. He held his hand in front of his eyes, rubbing the sticky substance between his fingers, unable to see clearly in the dim light, he held it up to his nose and sniffed…

    “Are you bleeding?”
    He said, his speech only slightly slurred.
     
  12. Doc

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    "Get off me, you fool!" Esmeralda hissed in pain as she recoiled from the drunkard's touch, her eyes screwed shut as his hand made contact with her steadily bleeding shoulder. She pushed herself along the cold ground beneath her with her legs, wriggling about until she was sitting upright and glaring at Dex with a frozen blue death-stare. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the resounding melody of police sirens not far away, prompting her to curse as she attempted to crawl onto her knees.

    "What are you doing, you moron? Don't you hear them?" She seethed as she faltered and fell forward, managing to brace herself against the ground with trembling arms just before her head made impact, "You're probably too piss-drunk to even stand."

    She scowled at Dex as she pushed herself back onto her knees, practically snarling as her head whipped about at the sound of additional whistles.
     
  13. Dolentrean

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    With the sound of the sirens Dex’s cloudy dark green eyes shot open. And in the drunken panic that flowed over him and small, strange light of sobriety flickered in the depths of his brain, like a pulsing moment in a drunken haze. Guards were looking for someone, this girl was bleeding… even his floating logic could put the parts together… but more than that. If guards came across him on a normal night, it would be a curfew violation, a night in the drunk tank, maybe a few extra hours out of spite… the wouldn’t process him, his papers would hold up fine. But…

    Tonight, if they found him, drunk, out past curfew, in the area that some criminal was at large… shit shit shit, they would process him, his papers would be found out if someone looked into them. They might be able to find him.

    He quickly sprung up as if to spite the bleeding criminals taunt, however, he almost lost his footing as he staggered back. His hand reached into his jacket and his fingers grazed Vera… no, that was the last thing he wanted to do. He had to get out of here. He turned to run, to see were the guards were coming from, see if he could get away… but he hesitated. He wasn’t sure why… but he turned and stumbled back. He leaned on the wall, holding himself steady with his left hand pressed to the wall and he extended his right arm to the wounded lady kneeling before him.

    “Lets go!”

     
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    "You've gotta be kidding," Esmeralda murmured as she gazed up at the drunk, her brows furrowed incredulously before she looked back over her shoulder. She didn't have time to stick around here any longer, and there was no way she was walking out on her own. She scowled as she looked back at Dex, clasping his hand with her own and using his wobbly form as a support to rise from the ground. She stumbled into him in exhaustion, the two of them teetering about for a moment until the crimson-maned corsair managed to toss an arm over Dex's shoulders.

    "C'mon, oaf, walk!" She hissed to him as she attempted to move them forward, glaring at him from the side.
     
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    Fina found herself staring at garbled letters and symbols that she knew were supposed to mean something but her mind wouldn’t focus long enough to process it. She kept finding herself drawn to the strange objects all around that reminded her of a mass grave of some strange form of metal avian creatures and the joy it was bringing to her companions. Companions? Could they be? I will be with them and follow them on their path to the end. Am I one of them? No they were criminals, insurrectionists, and traitors only to be used as a means for my empress.

    Fina found her resolve and then as she glanced across from her at Zeke as he was collecting things she found that purpose falter. He seems so happy right now. Could I ever be that happy? She looked away repressing the thought, noticing as if for the first time, what was in her left palm and realized that she was staring at the blue ledger from in her coat pocket with all the information she had on the workshop. She remembered she was trying to figure out the answers to the barrage of questions that had been thrown at her just a moment before especially since she didn’t quite know the answers herself. The gibberish she had been unable to understand in her distracted thoughts were now word written in standard imperial script.

    Thumbing through a few pages she searched for the answers before a new distraction appeared as if from the air herself. The obnoxious musician began going on about how he would start helping Estella again proceeded to touch things that even she knew was the realm of those properly schooled in the often misguided science of engineering. Whether by design or by heinous accident, Derrick discharged some for of firearm that ricocheted around the room barely missing her twice and taking a strip of fabric from her sleeve on the second pass. How can she stay calm around that buffoon? If it were up to me I would have left him beaten smart and in the back alley or better yet dead like the traitor deserved. Estella’s next words completely took Fina by surprise. She spoke of taking care of citizens and offering safety to the downtrodden. Estella had such conviction in her words that Fina suddenly stopped seeing a young dirty girl before and for a moment she saw Lady Torid. Tears crept to the corners of her eyes and Fina realized that the girl was still Estella.

    Fina knew also that only one other person had made her feel so right and have such a purity of purpose before. She is just my empress. How can that be? The imperial agent felt moved and very unsure of a great many things before Zeke drew her attention and broke the childish awe in her expression. She pushed back the thoughts and feelings she had been given, with the more common difficulty she seemed to have in proximity to Zeke, let herself focus on the performance. She felt the persona she wore cover her like armor, protecting her from the turbulence of the storm brewing in her heart. She glared at Zeke a moment like a teacher who felt a child had not listened to a word from her mouth the entire lesson then asked for help. “Technically, this place has always been in the ownership of civilians especially, since the records of the imperial seizures over the past five years seem to have gone missing after a recent administrative office fire involving the census office. “
     
  16. Paladin_girl

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    Estella reddened at Fina’s final sentence, looking ashamedly at the floor and clearing her throat, recalling the disaster in Bourne Street with clarity. Absent-mindedly, she raised a finger and scratched her cheek.

    Ah yes. A ‘fire’. A very mild way of putting it, Estella thought, but inappropriate to correct otherwise. The records were gone, meaning that the history of the warehouse had been rendered from existence.

    Or did someone take them before the blast?

    Estella frowned in thought, pinching her chin with a finger and thumb, while the other hand drummed against her upper arm, but before she could speak her mind, there was a faint sound. Distinctly, the engineer believed that she had heard the sound of police sirens, followed by the resonant, ominous sound of a heavy crash, as if something had plummeted into the foundations of the earth. The next sound chilled her blood.

    (( SFX : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvdVxr8rMLM ))

    (( Music : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvriqdS3vsc ))

    Search sirens.

    The last time she had heard them was when she had-

    I know what I’ve said, but I can’t risk doing anything here until I know how safe it really is.

    Estella dashed over to the light and flicked it off, turning with a snap to face the others.

    “Get to the Giverny! Quickly! I’ll try to divert any attention along the way! I can’t risk losing any of you!”

    Tossing the key to Fina, Estella turned and ran outside, pressing her hand against her tricorn hat, her jacket flapping in the winds.

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    Seeing an approaching column of guards in the distance, the engineer jumped up some steps, three at a time, atop of the small bridge, Estella pulled out her rifle, balancing it on the edge of the wall as she skidded onto a knee, firing rounds atop of the guards’ heads, hoping that it would distract the group long enough for her newfound friends to escape from the warehouse.

    Some yelled and looked up to see the engineer, who raised a middle and forefinger towards them with a smirk before turning and running down the street, where some of the men started to follow her.

    A small legion of ten remained to search the rest of Coal Street.

    Perfect.

    _

    Where the carmine-haired corsair and the drunken stranger stood, there too, approached the sounds of heavy footsteps and loud cries of surprised townsfolk and barking guardsmen. The resounding click-clack emitted as hard boots landed on the ground suggested that they were armed – and ready to shoot back.

    “Over there!” called one man, “I see someone!”
     
  17. Doc

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    "Damn it all," Esmeralda snarled beneath her breath, her crimson tendrils billowing wildly as she surveyed their surroundings in desperation. Her gaze darted about in a wild frenzy, searching in futility for any sort of cover or safety that the shipyard had to offer.

    She found none.

    The redheaded renegade made to scowl but could only wince, another sharp wave of pain seeping forth from her shoulder as she stumbled against the drunkard who held her supported. Her face, soaked beneath a thick layer of cold sweat, was growing paler by the moment as her body continued to lose blood quickly, a small puddle of crimson having begun to pool beneath her feet.

    She glared at the inebriated slob beside her, her sky blue gaze suddenly burning with rage.

    "Rape!" She bellowed, using what balance she could muster to deliver a firm and swift kick to the drunk's groin. The corsair did not hesitate before following the first strike with another, this time slapping the man across the face with enough force to send him reeling. She staggered back as the two of them fell apart, biting down on her tongue as not to cry out in pain when her back slammed down upon the cold dock.

    "Help! I'm being raped!" She forced herself to wail as she struggled to at least sit upright, failing miserably, "Get him away from me!"

    The guards, who had just previously been hostile, seemed to have a sudden change of heart.

    "Grab that son of a bitch," She heard one of them command before two of the soldiers made their way in the drunkard's direction, their strides swift and synchronized as their cohorts made to assist Esmeralda. She offered an agonized groan without much effort as she rolled onto her front, her face angled away from the men as they reached for her.

    Morons. Men were always so quick to assume that a woman was defenseless and in need of rescue.

    "Miss, we'll need you to come with us. Civilians are not authorized to-," The soldier didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before being cut off by a stiletto to the throat, blood gushing forth from about the steel dagger as he toppled over to his back and squirmed in his death-throws upon the ground. The others shouted with startled surprise, raising their weapons to gun down the wolf in sheep's clothing that had slain their captain.

    She was fast enough on the draw to take down another officer with her sidearm, firing a shot point-blank into the next his forehead as she reached simultaneously for her sword with her free hand. Her grip fumbled about the weapon's hilt, to soaked with her own blood to pull the blade free of its scabbard before receiving a bullet in the back of her left leg.

    She cried out as she rolled upon the ground, her vision blurred with tears as she lashed out at her assailant like a cornered snake, her sword finally clutched within her grasp and thrust forth into her attacker's weapon, knocking it from his grasp. She lunged for the man the instant that his firearm made contact with the dock, managing to tackle him down to the ground before raining a series of frantic blows down upon his head.
     
  18. WPaladin

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    Fina caught half off guard by the sudden shift in events barely managed to catch the key as it was thrown at her. What is going on? That was no explosion. It felt like a mountain had fallen nearby. She ran the possibilities of what may be happening outside in the streets. The likely scenarios ran through her head and in light of what the empress had told her about the suspected state of the admiralty she came to a terrifying conclusion. Oh no! They can’t be!

    In a fluid motion Fina returned the key and pocket book inside her pockets and rushed outside and looked horrified to see the horizon cast in an eerie orange light on the evening sky. She quickly looked straight into the sky and was pleased to see that her fears were not correct. So they aren’t killing each other but, that still sounded like cannon fire and with the ground shaking… So what is going on? The sounds of the patrolmen coming along the street shifted as they moved toward a smaller caliber weapon being fired. More than a dozen guardsmen seemed to be returning fire in a ruthless manner at whoever had initiated the exchange. Fina found herself unsure of what to do next. Should I help? If I don’t whoever it is won’t make it.

    Fina began running towards the gunfire muttering under her breath, “Empress I pray this is your will.”
     
  19. Isa

    Isa Dovie'andi se tovya sagai

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    So much for keeping up pretenses
    Zeke sprinted to catch up to Fina. Grabbing her arm he turned her around and pulled her behind him.
    "You may be a beautiful lawyer from a major firm, but the military isn't going to stop and ask questions or bother listening to what you say. Come on. I can get you back where ever you want safely. We can't help anyone That was on the ship, the impact alone would kill anyone the rounds didn't." He pointed away from the sounds of Gunfire. if push came to shove he could give her one of the messenger badges he had and send her on ahead alone.
     
  20. WPaladin

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    Fina purpose and focus was painfully jerked away from her. Her momentum suddenly shifted and she found herself spun around behind Zeke with an agonizing tug of her arm. Completely surprised by Zeke stopping her Fina’s eye went wide as she lost all her determination and tried to understand what had happened to her. She pointed down her previously intended path, her mind racing to explain faster than she could form a sentence, “Estella! …that way! We have… save her! She…”

    As the shock passed the increasing sounds of gunfire just supported Zeke’s assessment of the situation and utterly destroyed any hope her plan had of succeeding. He’s right! Damn him! Why does he have to be right? Fina overcome by the reality they were in slumped against the wall tears forming on her face as she began speaking to herself as much as Zeke, “I was supposed to protect her.”