Role-Play [Main Plot] The Skyriders

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  1. Nevermore

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    "What'd'ya say boys?" A clear, mischievous voice rang out behind the men that were shooting at Estella. Several men turned, startled, and fired at thin air. They turned about several times in confusion, trying to locate the source of the voice. There was a flash of crimson and black cloth before one man fell with a vicious cut across his chest. The others turned to fire but were too slow as Jordain jumped forward and cut down two more men. He brought up his two swords and pointed them at the remaining men and pulled the triggers, firing upon the surprised guards. He twirled his gunblades swiftly and sheathed them on his back before darting away and up some metal structures on the outside of a building. "'Ello lass," he said when he caught up to Estella, "I've been watching these Empire dogs for a while now. When I heard they were coming here I thought it would be a good idea to come along. Lets get back to the Giverny before more show up."

    When Estella had shouted a warning and shut off the lights, Rath and Zeldane exchanged a glance and darted in opposite directions. Zeldane located a back exit to the warehouse and waited for Rath to arrive. Seconds later, they were both darting down a back street. Zeldane was surprisingly light on his feet for such a large man. Because of their swift escape in the opposite direction, Rath and Zeldane saw no signs of any of the guards. They grinned and clasped hands quickly before continuing on their way out of the district and back towards the Giverny.
     
  2. Isa

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    "Sometimes the best way to protect something is to let it go. Now come on, we won't do her any good getting captured too." He gently steered Fina away from the fighting and towards a back ally.
    "Estelle is one person that can handle herself against the regular troops. If she's caught I'm sure you can get her out of jail. Come on we'll head back to the Giverny, if we stay off the main roads we can loose them a bit quicker. If they have eyes on the Giverny then I still have a room paid through the week at the rusty cog that we can stay in till morning."
     
  3. Paladin_girl

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    Hearing the gunshots, Estella had instinctively ducked, watching as a flurry of carmine blurred past her vision. For a moment, she mistook the swift movements for the rose-bearing smiler (for one needed to be specific in these floral-appendage times) of the group. Looking over her shoulder, Estella’s heart sank as the men fell, slash marks and bullet holes across their torsos. It was horrible, but incredible at the same time, the owner of the gun blades accurate and deadly.

    Then, for the first time, the engineer heard him speak.

    She smiled slightly, mostly out of surprise, speaking her mind before she could stop.

    “I’d say aye,” she said, before hoisting up her rifle, shaking her head. “No. We need to keep the scent on us – not our allies. If they’re smart, they’ll avoid the main roads. I’d like to make sure that our new friends,” she frowned and nudged one of the soldiers with her boot, “stay on them. On us.”

    She turned and started to continue running down the bridge, her shoulders trembling. She had never intended for anyone to die – but the circumstances were already extreme. As she came around a corner towards the high street, she saw the guards already taking fire. She ducked back to the floor, forcing a skid across the cobbles which bumped and bruised her form as bullets caught the top of her tricorn, her jacket and cutting her left cheek. She took another route, passing into the next avenue, the sound of pursuit emitted from the steel-capped boots behind her.

    She was running out of breath, her fist pressing hard against her wound as she gritted her teeth. The engineer was frightened.

    No. She couldn’t be frightened. She needed to protect her friends.

    Are we making things better… or worse?

    Along the way, the corner of her eye spotted a scuffle. To her surprise, it was the she-pirate from before. Injured, but still burned with rage. The scarlet sheen which glistened from her hair moved as she struck down the guards without hesitation, firing with a quick draw, perfectly aimed.

    As she staggered downwards, Estella frowned. What the hell happened? The woman was so cold, so direct. It didn’t seem right for her to be injured.

    Time to pay back the favour.

    Keeping to the shadows, Estella knelt down and fired several shots over the heads of the guards, trying to buy the corsair time to leave with whom it seemed was a shipmate of hers.

    “Move!” the engineer yelled at the stumbling duo, before firing another round.

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    The Giverny however, was experiencing a different sensation of chaos.

    The alarm had triggered off numerous responses as people pushed past each other to conceal themselves in their homes or to disappear in hideaways until the tremors of panic and confusion had ceased. Nate wasn’t surprised that along with the empty cash register being taken, so had some bottles of alcohol, if there weren’t shattered on the oak floor. The casino was an utter mess.

    It was with confidence that the barman sensed that no guards would inspect the broken-down airship. It would require a different type of animal to find that out.

    Isabella peeked around the corner of the exit with her wide, curious eyes, her head tilted slightly as she stood on tiptoe, holding onto the door handle with both hands.

    She was waiting for her new friends to come home.

    “Come away from the door, lass,” Nate said, picking up the larger pieces of glass from the ground, “they’ll be here soon…”
     
  4. WPaladin

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    Fina looked gazed down the alley for a long moment then stood shakily wiping away some moisture along her eyes. She adjusted her glasses and then took in a long deep breath before looking Zeke in the eyes with the cold calculating expression the others had become used to, “You’re right of course.”

    She began casually walking away from the excitement and gunfire of the evening as though it were a calm Sunday afternoon. After about twenty paces she paused but didn’t turn to look at Zeke speaking matter of factly, “If you tell the others about this I will make you regret it.” Then she began walking to the Giverny again.
     
  5. Nevermore

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    Rath and Zeldane quickly darted from shadow to shadow, proving to be surprisingly effiecent sneakers. Even the large Zeldane moved without making so much as a single sound. It wasn't long before they were out of the industrial district and on their way to the Giverny. When they reached the bar they did not enter immediately but instead stayed back to survey the area. As fair as they could tell, no soldiers were watching the bar. The quickly crossed the street and entered the bar casually. Rath gave Isabella a broad smile and said, "'ello beautiful," before turning to Nate, "We ran into a bit of trouble at the warehouse. Don't worry though, we gave them the slip, the others should be back soon."

    Jordain moved quickly behind Estella and returned fire at guards. Despite his earlier kills, Jordain only fired warning shots that struck walls or floors near the guards, causing them to jump and seek cover. When she stopped to help the pirate he couldn't help but grin. "You're friends with The Crimson Scourge?" He asked Estella as he added his gunfire to hers to scare the guards. "What surprising connections you have," he grinned wider.
     
  6. Isa

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    Zeke gave a small smile at Fina's comment.
    "I know the value of silence better then most Fina. I promise I won't breathe a word of this to anybody unless it proves necessary. Now let's head to the Giverny, I'd rather a night patrol didn't pick us up for breaking curfew." He slipped his arm under her's using the position to guide them both towards a back alley and out of obvious danger.
     
  7. Shadow

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    Marten proceeded down the dark alley's, making sure he wasn't spotted. Despite his careful movement, he was spoken to several times by whores who always knew where to spot a potentional customer. And a customer like Marten was something they always enjoyed, especially because of his good looks. As a singer, Marten always had been the frontman of the group, or so it seemed, but Derrick was the one with the brain and the connections. Marten was always the mediator, the one who knew how to talk with business people and was generally liked. Since Derrick had the need to go rebel once in a while, this was often needed.

    Just like now.

    A whore had come closer, flirting with him back at the Lion's Head. Before he could tell her that he was busy, she whispered a message for him from Derrick.

    Got in a tight pickle, mate. Be home late. Please go to The Giverny and give Lady Isabella my regards.

    Marten was unaware that Derrick had silently made off when the group near the large hangar scattered away, and was now dealing some business of his own. Or knowing Derrick, he could be in bed with a local pleasure girl somewhere.

    So, ready to step in, he made his way to The Giverny, seeing the dim lighted broken airship. He moved a hand through his perfect looking half long black hair as he looked around his shoulder before he finally knocked on the door to be let in.
     
  8. Dolentrean

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    Everything was a blur of pain, nauseation, and panic to the drunken man and he fell to the ground stunned, sickness shooting through his body. He scarcely felt the second blow, in part to do his drunken ways, and in part due to the dizzying blow to his grown. He rolled to his elbows and gasped for breath when a sudden hard blow struck him in the ribs.

    He drew in a pained breath through what felt like a wet washrag as he tried to gather his bearings. As the world around him slowed its spinning and his breathing seemed slightly less labored he felt a drizzle of something warm and wet on the back of his neck as the body of a guard fell to the ground before him. His mind reeled momentarily through the following moments of gunfire, shouting and screams. What the hell had he found himself in the middle of?

    He tried to quell the spinning around him to no avail when he heard the heavy footfall of a soldiers stride next to him. In his haze he reached for the blade at this side and stood, drawing it in a wide slash as he rose. He missed wide and threw himself off balance, almost falling to the ground again as he felt the butt of a rifle smash unsympathetically into the small of his back, a blow that surly would have sent him to the ground again had he not staggered in to the wall.

    He turned with a great deal of energy and swung his blade again, but he overestimated the distance his opponent was from in and sent the side of his forearm crashing into the shoulders head with a dull thud. His armed pulled back, but the poison pulsing in his veins numbed the pain, and more out of some buried instinct that any form of drunken thought he quickly made use of the stun his blow to the head and brought the hilt of his weapon into the nose of the guard with a fury, sending him crashing to the floor.

    He found himself dizzy, standing didn’t feel pleasant but it was all he could do, fumbled to return the blade to its resting place at his side and pulled out the two twin pistols he carried, not aiming them in any direction in particular, waving them around in front of him. He backed up and leaned down, forcing the woman who had struck him onto his shoulder before lifting himself, shaking, to his feet.

    He looked at the woman who had entered the fray and didn’t take time to think the situation through… she was shooting at the guards, she was with them.

    “You! Lets go!”
    He shouted, a distant, and long forgotten feel of command echoing distantly in his voice. His hands still wrapped around his pistols he staggered away from the fray as quickly as he could.
     
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    Esmeralda uttered a painful groan as the drunkard hoisted her from where she had collapsed upon the guard whom she had beaten senseless; her face contorting into an agonized cringe when the bum tossed her roughly overtop of his shoulder. Like a rag doll she hung limp from his clutches as he stumbled and shouted, his words indistinguishable beneath the incessant buzzing of white noise between her ears. Her eye lids drooped steadily as the dockyard spun madly about her, a bizarre sensation of warmth engulfing her whole as her world slipped slowly into darkness.
     
  10. WPaladin

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    Walking cautiously Fina found her way along the backstreets with the care of someone who was used to travelling unseen in the evening. After taking Zeke through one of the Firm's hidden courrier routes that led from the old industrial disctrict into the main city the number of guard patrols dwindled to a point where Fina felt she could speak again.

    "I think I won't be able to sleep until I know what happened to Estella. I am heading to the Giverny." She stated. Then with no further comment she began walking again.
     
  11. Paladin_girl

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    Estella paused at Jordain’s remark, suddenly going pale. With renewed energy, she pointed excitedly at the unconscious form slung over the drunkard’s shoulder, a bead of sweat on her cheek.

    That redhead’s the Crimson Scourge!?” her eyes were wide with riveting uncertainty and she started to fidget, as if she was standing in hot water. After a while, she slowed her pace and pressed the tricorn hat against her head, absent-mindedly scratching at it.

    “I-I had no idea.”

    She looked at the drunkard for a moment with a frown before looking to Jordain, tilting her head. The stumbler had called for them to go with him – but Estella frowned in thought. What would that affect? Her eye fell upon the drunk’s scabbard as the blade returned to its home. Her unease returned to her features. She didn’t like this. In the chaos, she thought that the drunkard had said something in a surprisingly stern tone, but whatever it was, the sound of bedlam, gunfire and shouts had drowned out the sound.

    We need to stay out of gang warfare… this was just a debt.

    She frowned guiltily before looking to her companion.

    “Let’s get back to the Giverny. I can’t see anyone coming here again.”

    Hot on her heels, she started to run through the streets, not stopping until she was numb enough to feel the guilt.

    And her face ended up in the door, followed by a loud curse.
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    Inside, Isabella giggled and nodded at Rath’s words, before she heard a knock on the door. Before Nate could stop her, the little hands grappled the door handle, opening the door to see the musician and behind him, scowling between her fingers, was Estella.

    “Ahh!” the little girl’s face seemed to burst with warm, innocent joy, clapping her hands. She started to repeat all of Estella’s words like a smaller version of her, but this was followed by giggles, rather than incoherent rants.

    _

    Outside, the sirens died down, following the end to what seemed like a fruitless exercise - but there were those in the admiralty who found it interesting... very interesting indeed...
     
  12. Dolentrean

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    Dex was breathing heavy, standing awkwardly in some darkened corner of the dockyard… the truth of his situation was starting to set in. He was stuck here, in a locked down dockyard that was being systematically searched by guards. He had a bleeding dying girl slung over his shoulder let alone the fact that this strange girl was clearly being hunted by those guards. His body ached, his jaw throbbed, his head spun and he felt sick. The sirens were still going off… The city was in a state of lockdown. There was no chance… normally if he got caught out past curfew he would get escorted to where he was staying for the night, or… on nights such as this spend the night in the drunk tank, one way or another he wouldn’t be processed. All his documentation would hold up.

    Tonight was a different story. Something had happened, something bad, something he guessed, that involved this girl who was bleeding to death on his shoulder. A homeless man asleep would be taken in and processed. Even a street walking prostitute wouldn’t have a chance tonight. No… only someone personally connected to a ranking imperial would be free tonight… FUCK! He tried to will his thoughts to calm and his vision to hold steady as the alcohol pushed through his veins but it was no good. His breathing picked up as he felt a sense of dread was over him momentarily… okay, okay… He had to find some way to get out…

    He looked around quickly, and saw the shadows of guards passing around… this whole area was swarming, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they were surrounded… He looked over at the girl, craning his neck made his vision distort and his balance falter… fuck you. He thought to himself, fuck you whoever you are. He didn’t know if she would pull through, he didn’t know how bad she was hurt. He just knew she was bleeding, she was unconscious, and that was not good… A sudden hissing noise jolted him back to the situation at hand… he knew that sound. A mechanized airship door was being opened… he heard the heavy footfalls of soldiers marching… they were searching the ships… it made sense.

    He moved, the girl paining his shoulder as he carried her along. He looked around the corner to see a group of three guards searching one of the ships… surly other similar groups were doing the same across the dockyard. He looked around, and moved quickly away from them. Not sure exactly what his plan was.
     
  13. Paladin_girl

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    Stumbling indoors, Estella shut the door abruptly behind her, muttering foully under her breath, before looking up with uncertainty, looking around carefully to see who was present and who wasn’t. She bit her lip; not everyone was accountable for…

    ‘Who are we missing?’ she asked faintly, picking up Isabella and holding the excitable child in an arm while she sat on a table, a bottle of wine already at the ready. She brushed the top with a finger with a frown before looking around with an eye. She raised an eyebrow – and considered.

    ‘Is everyone all right?’
     
  14. Nevermore

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    Rath looked up from the bar with a half-grin as he spotted Estella. He raised a hand in greeting at the girl and again when he noticed Jordain enter behind her, "Yo, I'm not sure who we're missing, me and my men are here, as you can see. Who else we expecting?" Rath approached Jordain and gave the man a hearty shake of his hand with a broad grin. Jordain moved on to give the same gesture to Zeldane. The three men eyed their host expectantly, clearly ready to discuss things amongst themselves, but polite enough to wait on her. Rath looked up thoughtfully, "I know who we lost, but are we sure they even planned on coming back here in the first place?"
     
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    Estella frowned in thought before giving a short shrug, lowering her eyes, her brows crinkling her forehead before looking back at the three before her. She smirked and gingerly placed Isabella onto the floor, to which she actively stumbled around the bar.

    'Possibly not,' she replied softly, resting the heels of her boots against a barstool, rocking it back and forth. Only now did she realise that the back of her legs had begun to ache, a grumble surging from the back of her throat.

    'At least our fort is safe. I hope that our benefactor is, too.'

    Her hands found the package slightly crinkled in her jacket. She laughed softly, standing from the table and stretched. Her plan was set for the next day – and it was sure to bring further disaster.

    Estella looked up to meet Jordain's face grimly, 'How much do you know about the Crimson Scourge and her uh... companion?'
     
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    Jordain, who had been inspecting the numerous bottles on the shelves behind the bar, turned quickly when he was addressed, trying his best to make it look as if he hadn't just been contemplating different methods for getting drunk. He let his eyes drift to the ceiling thoughtfully as he attempted to recall any helpful information he could with which to answer her, "Can't say I know anymore about her than you do. I'm sure I could find out more from my 'friends' but it'd take a while. As to her companion, can't say who he was. Looked like a drunk the way he was stumbling around. Perhaps it was one of her crew members? She looked like she was injured pretty bad, so he must have been helping her back to the ship."

    As Jordain spoke, Zeldane was constantly inspecting the airship. He had obtained pen and paper and was quickly writing down notes and measurements as he made his way about the ship. The warehouse full of old parts and blueprints had sparked his creative side and he was in the mode to build. If the Giverny needed fixing, he was going to need to know everything about it. He hummed happily to himself as he moved further towards the back.
     
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    The darkness pressed in on him, it seemed to numb his skin, dull his tongue and fill his nose and lungs... but he remained quiet in the darkness. In the midst of the cold and dark that pressed in upon him was the wet hot sensation on his hands as he pressed his bloodied coat into the strange woman’s wounds, trying to prevent the bleeding. It seemed to be working, he could feel the blood, hot and sticky though the cloth, but when didn't feel it spreading through the fabric.

    He wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed seance he dragged himself into this cargo panel... somehow, miraculously, he had managed to slip in while the imperials were boarding the empty ships. Even in his drunken haze, even through the years of stagnation Dex knew where to find a hidden compartment. He had spent two long finding places to hide contraband from prying eyes not to know where to find such a place in a situation such as this... however once he had pulled himself and his companion into the cargo panel that had been built into the transport freighter his plan fell short.

    He had no way to tell how long he had been in this darkness, no way to know if guards had left the area... hell, he wasn't even sure if he was drunk or not anymore. All he knew for certain at this point was this woman was going to die if he didn't get her help...

    He shifted his fingers and felt more blood seep into the cloth that he kept pressed against her wounds. Shit... He closed his eyes for a moment, it was an empty act, in this darkness having his eyes closed and eyes opened made no difference yet still, it helped calm his nerves. He took in several slow breaths and slowly, carefully, pushed the panel sealing them in open. It was still dark, yet from above he could tell the first light of dawn was breaking. Slowly he crawled out of the hiding place and with less grace than he would have liked dragged his “partner” out after him, resting her on the ground.

    He moved quickly, finding his seances had returned to him somewhat during his time hiding away. It seemed the alert had calmed down somewhat. He didn't see any guards paroling the airfield anymore, but some quick scouting showed that there were guards still stationed around the ships... but they were looking out, making sure that no one tried to get to a ship... they didn't seem to be expecting anyone to try to leave the hanger.

    Returning to the girl he pulled her up over his shoulder. His arm ached and his legs were cramped, but he managed to get her over his shoulder... He glanced over to the girl and frowned... “We can do this...” he said quietly, more to himself than to anyone else. Slowly he crept, moving as quietly he could, staying low, moving under airships when he could... it seemed to take forever, creep, wait, creep, stop, creep... By the time he had reached the outskirts of the airfield his arms were both burning and going numb and his legs tingled from effort, he dropped the girl down and glanced around... they needed to find a doctor...

    “Hey,” He said in a hissing whisper... “HEY!” but he knew she wouldn't hear, wouldn't wake up... “Where can I take you! Come on! Where can I... son of a bitch” He glanced around, he might be able to get back into town from here... maybe find some tavern... he knew many innkeepers weren't like to ask questions, and judging from the girls attire, he could find something of value on her to keep someone quiet.
     
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    Estella smirked faintly at the information, her interest clearer than the glisten in her eye.

    Could they? Well they could, but... well, those weren't toys on their belts...

    She offered the group a faint shrug. Isabella wiggled in her arms, using her holder's waist and leg like a fireman's pole, settling on the ground with a childish giggle before skipping away to meet her father. The engineer watched in silence for a moment before grabbing the opportunity to open the wine bottle and briefly drink some of the contents. Hell, she needed it.

    'Well... could you find her ship? And maybe we could... y'know...'

    A pause.

    'Board it?'
     
  19. Nevermore

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    "Board a pirate ship?" Jordain's face was the image of mischief, "Are you crazy?" His tone didn't match the words he spoke. Though he asked as if she should know better, the tone he used only sparked further curiosity. He held his hand out for the wine bottle before continuing, "To what end? You got some sort of business with the Crimson Scourge? Last I heard, she's not a very good person to have business with. Dangerous sort, pirates." All the while he spoke the man never sounded anything but giddy. He spoke words of warning, but his eyes said he wanted to do it no matter the situation.

    Rath couldn't help but shake his head and grin at the pair. He ran a hand through his hair slowly before ruffling it quickly, messing up any straight lines he had made running his hand through it. Jordain was much like himself, only much worse. He blamed the majority of his outgoing nature (and the habits that often got him into the most trouble) on his best friend and mentor Jordain. But he couldn't help but love the man. It was an exciting life to live. From the back of the room he heard a heavy groan and laughed quietly to himself. Zeldane couldn't stand either one of them.
     
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    Estella grinned wickedly at the reply.

    'Sure, why not?' she shrugged, as if she hadn't suggested the idea of stepping onto a pirate ship, but a cup of tea in the local café. She handed the bottle of wine to Jordain as she spoke, 'What's the worst that can happen? We go in, we're told that we're idiots and get shot... but if she's a pirate...'

    She paused a moment, the smile never leaving her face.

    'She knows how to fight back. How to divide artillery – and she has a pretty ship that's to die for.'

    She folded her arms.

    'Crazy? Maybe. Suicidal, damned right. But I want to know about them – about her. That guy, too. He smelt... unpiratey. Like he'd been chugging a few. Not sure about Lady Luck though. She didn't seem drunk. Just... dense.'

    And bleeding.

    Crap.