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« Reply #950 on: February 16, 2014, 08:12:09 am »

"If I remember right we have a limited number of fire fighting charges we can lob down there to make a safe landing pad."  Una said trying to find the correct switch to bring up that particular gun in the vast banks of them.
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« Reply #951 on: March 10, 2014, 11:32:10 pm »

"Right." Fetch answered, stuck his finger back through the throttle ring, and gripped the steerage lever. He swooped the Golden Gun down low and hovered, waiting for Una to start lobbing the extinguisher bombs. "Try to make one close to the water, on the high side, where it's about tor raise up out of the water," he said. "Maybe we can keep the float from rolling over, and if I read the control panel right, we can suck up seawater for firefighting as well as processing for hydrogen, and maybe get some manure or wood detritus for methane," he added. He hated profiting from the farmers' misfortune, but they needed the gases for hard burn propulsion.
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« Reply #952 on: March 14, 2014, 07:27:09 am »

"Why did I make this so complicated?" Una muttered to herself as she input a series of buttons on the console.  A chime rung out.  "So that either means the charges or loaded or we have borders below."  She was realy going to tighten up the controls. There were some ideas that were rather silly now that she thought about it.
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« Reply #953 on: March 14, 2014, 04:58:10 pm »

"Maybe it'll keep anybody from hijacking the Gun," Fetch offered, in an attempt to soothe his fiancee, "If they get past the AI, that is. No Offense," he added, patting the bulkhead of the cockpit in a very Mikhail-like manner. "Looks to me on my end like the bombs are ready to be deployed, " he offered. "Don't sweat it, Mal, she's a masterpiece."
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« Reply #954 on: March 16, 2014, 06:58:03 pm »

Mallory smiled and traced some movement through the gunners sight.  "Fetch I think we better start with that big building near the middle there is a man with a sword chasing a lady with a bundle in her arms and it doesn't look good at all."
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« Reply #955 on: March 16, 2014, 09:45:18 pm »

"Any idea who's is who?" Fetch asked, looking through the swing-down binocs.

"She certainly looks like floatfolk, but the man -- no, wait, that's a skirmisher's jacket, and he's got an airman's beret hanging off of his belt, I see. Dee's ships are just now getting here, so he can't be one of ours." He thumbed the arming control for the pilot's weaponry turrets, and chose the heavy-bore tribarrel gatling in the port turret. Two rounds boomed from the gun and the would-be swordsman went down amid a spray of blood and a cloud of dust and smoke. Figures who appeared to be the man's fellows dove for cove, as Fetch gunned several of them down as well, a few making grabs for civilians as they did so. Fetch cursed. It was never easy, it seemed.
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« Reply #956 on: March 17, 2014, 03:23:25 am »

Mallory watched with worry then saw a cabinet not far near the exit hatch.  "I think we may have something to flush the bad guys out.  There are jump packs I designed for quick skirmishes near the door. they are not as fancy as the ones the justices use but I bet the people down there wont be expecting them." 
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« Reply #957 on: March 17, 2014, 03:48:40 am »

"Be careful!" Fetch called out.

"Never fear, brother darlin'," Carmilla sang out in a mock brogue. "I'll stay with her an' back her up, you stay here an' fly this thing. Let's go, Mal, before he tries to join us."
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« Reply #958 on: March 17, 2014, 04:45:12 am »

She pulled the metal frameworks from their musty canvas storage bags  "We have around 15 mins of power after you pull the cord. After that they power down but they do send out glider wings but I haven't tested them a whole lot so lets go quick and fast."  Mallory put on a very old fashioned pilot's helmet and goggles and readied her blaster. They would not know what hit them. 
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« Reply #959 on: March 17, 2014, 05:13:34 am »

"Oooh, I like these,"  Carmilla said as she tried the fit and feel of the pack. "Wings, huh? She yanked a lace strap on either side of her skirt, and the hilts of two long, curved knives suddenly jutted from within the folds and gathers of her dress. "I've always wanted to do an aerial mongol sword-rider thing." she pulled a long, duelling-pistol-like blaster from somewhere around the small of her back, and hung its holster on one hip. "Okay, I'm ready." She WHOOPed as the hatch fell open and a gust of air blew by.
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« Reply #960 on: March 17, 2014, 06:46:04 am »

Mal charged out of the hatch pulling her cord. For a moment her heart skipped a beat as she fell and then she felt the whirr of the engine start the propellers. She was off flitting around like a dragonfly and opening fire on the men below with a happy whoop.  "Ladies lets get the bastards behind the barricade before they have a chance to go for those kids huddled under the cart."
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« Reply #961 on: March 17, 2014, 04:48:28 pm »

Carmilla shrieked with delight as the fall became a reverse-logarithmic spiral powerdive, and she whipped out her daggers and shot past the indicated targets in a blur of speed and razor-sharp steel. The men screamed and collapsed, clutching at their sides or the places where limbs should have been but suddenly weren't, and went down. Carmilla streaked back up again, and spied a sniper on a rooftop. She circled around behind a barn, slicing another raider unlucky enough to poke his shoulders and rifle out of the rear hayloft window, then up, up, and flattened out across the ridgeline of the sniper's roof, making a sharp whistle as she swept up behind him. the man rolled over in surprise, his shot going wild as he suddenly realized he was on a sloping surface and kept rolling off, to fall to the hard ground fifty feet below. Carmilla laughed and swooped over that way, drawing the blaster and frying the man in the midsection as she blew past. "SUCKER!" she yelled, laughing wildly. This was fun... 
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« Reply #962 on: March 19, 2014, 04:26:13 am »

Una was laughing as the wind whipped her hair around. They had backed them in to a corner and Mallory did the last thrust and knocked the last visible one in to the sea the problem was that there was on half hidden in a haystack that clipped her wings. Without the stabilisation on line she shot up spiralling rapidly and unable to find the engine halt cord.
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« Reply #963 on: March 20, 2014, 05:12:10 am »

Lil came up behind Fetch and said in a very sisterly way,, "You go on, Mik. I think I can run this thing well enough to set her down. Go join your lady." Fetch headed for the hatch, and looked out just in tim eto see Una's predicament. without waiting to grab a wingpack or thinking about how it would look to his sister or teh bystanders below, he simply jumped out of the hatch, aiming his thoughts in Una's direction.

"What the-! MIKKI!" Lil screamed as she happened to glance sternward. "YOU IDIOT-! Whatiina heck..."

Lilith trailed off as Fetch suddenly phased into view beside Una, for all the world as if he were standing still in midair and she were twirling in front of him, while all the while both hurtled skyward like a pair of bullets. Then, there was a gentle lurch to the universe, and Mikhail and Mallory stood on the crazily-tilted quay below, Fetch's arms protectively cradling the blonde beauty.

"Please be careful, he said," bushing his lips on hers. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."
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« Reply #964 on: March 20, 2014, 06:53:54 am »

Una relaxed her eyes closed and slumped in to Fetch's arms looking slightly green. "I never ever want do that again." She said as the wing pack gave out a shower of sparks and died. "We have to get the bastard that shot me down."  She nearly fell over trying to take a step eyes still half closed.

The man in the haystack was setting up a good clear shot of the other winged crazy lady and fired.
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« Reply #965 on: March 20, 2014, 07:07:50 am »

Carmilla's machine was rocketing along, literally, and she was rising up vertically so as to make a last power dive down to sweep over and see where the shot that had incapacitated Una had come from, but then the engine gave it's last gasp and sputtered out, just as she spied the puff of smoke form the hayfield to her starboard quarter.

"Awww, just when i was having fun--!"

SPANGCRUNCH!

Suddenly there was an impact, the whine of a ricocheting bullet, and a sickening sound of shattering gears and structural members, and Carmy spun around twice before the wings righted her by sheer aerodynamics -- almost. One wing began to flutter as if trying to sever itself, and she plummetted like a winged stack of very heavy mudbricks into the top of a haystack in the same field. She cursed as she struggled to shed the wingpack, and fought through the hay to the ground, losing one of her long daggers in the process.
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« Reply #966 on: March 20, 2014, 07:22:22 am »

The figure in the field was trying very hard not to curse. That crazy gringo had almost landed on top of him and he wild only get one shot in this range before she could get him with that wicked blade.  He waited for his best shot hoping his luck would hold.
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« Reply #967 on: March 21, 2014, 07:55:45 pm »

Ordering their ship to pull abreast of the burning wreckage, Dee led the boarding team as they rappeled down, covered from above by LeCroix sharpshooters firing over the railing. As soon as they touched down, Marshalls training kicked in and the heavily armored shock troops spread out in a defensive position long enough for the rest of their team to board
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« Reply #968 on: March 21, 2014, 09:43:15 pm »

Carmilla had other ideas. "Drop it, senor," she ordered in Spanish, as her remaining dagger appeared alongside the sniper's throat. "Mi cosino's soladeras are all around you; even if you manage to kill and break away from me, they will still capture you -- and they might not kill you swiftly."
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« Reply #969 on: March 21, 2014, 11:16:11 pm »

"Damn this is a mess. Looks like it is up to us to clear this up." Lucretia put in a call back to the city to get supplies in for the refugees. It would make them look good to the pubic and show those bastards that attacked them they had done nothing.

He took his hands off his gun looking at the loco lady.  He was not getting paid enough for this bullshit.

"Is the fighting over?  Because if it is we need to go help the people.  There are kids out there." Una was not happy about that. Sure she was a gangster but there were limits that you never crossed.
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« Reply #970 on: October 13, 2014, 02:06:11 am »

Fetch flew the ship in close and began picking up survivors. "I think we should take them to the high side, or maybe the next float, so repairs can be started on this one," he said over the aetheradio.

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Far away in the canyon lands of the Western US, A lone rider with a string of pack animals topped an alluvial pile of rubble at the base of a sandstone mesa.  The craggy face and hands, sandy-blonde hair and skin the color of a man ho had seen teh blistering heat of the West for a few too many days on end, set with hard-jewel eyes of sapphire blue showed him to be a survivor of the Bluelight and harder than many.

The town just off to one side boasted an airship dock carved out of the living rock of the mesa. The mesa, known as Purgatory Rock, and the town of Los Almas Perdititas served as a major watering hole for those airships that still operated on steam or used water for ballast. Metford DeLozierre, scion of an  offshoot of the Delacroix clan, ran the outpost with an iron fist. The figure on horseback neither knew that, nor cared, however. He simply sought water, feed and stabling for his horse and burros, and a buyer to take them off of his hands, preferably with enough profit to buy him a ticket to a certain Island city; a city that he had heard needed the services of gunmen and other mercenaries... And where he had a score to settle with those who had gunned down his ship, of which he, the captain, was the only survivor. A Mexican ship, he was certain...

"What's the name for the register, Mister?" the hotel clerk asked a bit more sharply than the towheaded stranger liked. He spun the book around and grabbed the clerk's pen before he could react, dipped the nib and wrote his nae on the next available line. "Maxwell Knave," he said curtly, took the key the clerk shoved at him, and grabbed his saddlebags (replete with horse and burro proceeds and a ticket aboard the Flying Squirrel bound for Progress City), and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Finding his room, he went in, locked the door, then dropped his burden half on the floor, half on the bed, and stretched out on the bedspread for a time. A light doze, marred with visions of fire and death, stole over him, but it was short lived, as there came a knock at the door...
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« Reply #971 on: October 15, 2014, 08:39:45 pm »

Covered by his men, Darren began sweeping the wreckage for survivors,making sure that lucretia was kept abreast of any new developments.
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« Reply #972 on: October 21, 2014, 11:09:37 pm »

Una frowned at the destruction that has fallen all around them.  What profit was The Cockatrice realy getting from this? Crippling the Le Croix family was something that would take quite a bit more blood and hurting them financially was even more difficult. This was futile and it made her angry. She had done some powerful nasty things in her time but they were always carefully weighed and  there were never children involved. Mallory might have been a horrible person but there were rules and lines you did not cross.


Lucretia winced as she added to the mental tally in her head. They had kept the personnel cost to a minimum but the property damage kept climbing like a rocket.  "Oof this is a dammed good one two punch in bottom line for this quarter's profits.  If they wanted to raze the old man's ire I think they have picked the right weapon."
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« Reply #973 on: October 28, 2014, 05:25:07 pm »

Captain Knave's arrival had not gone unnoticed; The LeCroix had always been watchful of their rivals, and when an airgunship captain of a gunship that was downwd while escorting an ally or potential ally of the Company suddenly showed up after being presumed dead in a flaming fireball, it got noticed. Access of the Company's local registry of rival and allied companies and their aerial navies turned up paydirt. Stll, it was several hours after his entry into the hotel that the local leader got the information.

"Maxwell Knave, of the gunship Rattler, Metford DeLozierre's personal assistant, Maeve, read  from the telegraph tape. "Ship known to be lost in crash and explosion from 1200 feet of altitude in battle with presumably Mexican battlecruiser of unknown name... no, wait... battlecruiser Cockatriz, AWOL from Vera Cruz aerodrome. Access of file continuing... crash was violent, believed to be no survivors."

"Apparently our Captain Knave is not that easy to kill." DeLozierre muttered wryly.

"Our,' Met?"

"They're merging with us, aren't they? that makes their navy ours, and Captain Knave one of our officers - at least, as far as we know, until the orders come down from up top. Has his arrival been posted?

"Saw to it myself this morning," Maeve purred. She loved it when Metford's mind was ticking over. "I added that it should be marked urgent and sent in hyperburst directly to Progress City Central and Headquarters ASAP, Darkfile status, Attention Darren LeCroix. it might prove a good bargaining chip or at least a tidbit of cheer for the ambassador."

"And get us in good graces with the Chief?" Metford added with an admiring smirk. Mae was always so cute when she was clever.

The tape ticked through again, and Maeve picked up the thread. "dammit!" he's already left for Progress City, aboard the armed packet Flying Squirrel, a jack of all trades from Seattle," she translated irritatedly.

"Let him go, but send an escort lighter after him." DeLozierre ordered, "with orders to catch up and escort, compliments of Lecroix America LTD."

If they played their cards right, he thought, they just might be able to turn Knave's precipitousness to their advantage...
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Fetch landed the ship, his mind churning over and ideas and possible explanations filling his head. This made no really good sense. What was that bastard thinking? he mused. Then, a niggling little doubt insinuated itself into his head. What if this is a Greek Tragedy type of plan, he thought. What if... this Mexican fellow is not as boneheaded as he appears to be? "Whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad," he muttered, forgetting for the moment that his headset was still on and plugged in, and everyone could hear him.
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« Reply #974 on: November 18, 2014, 06:47:22 pm »

The chief looked out over the city and wondered where the next fire would spring up this talk of a merger between the once powerful Malones who cast a far bigger shadow in folklore then they had in their time of superiority and the vast machine that was the Le Croix family was the closest thing they had had to a biblical revolution since the death of the doctor. Some were all for it and talking of Romeo and Juliet reunited and other were sure it was a sign of the end times. And this was her city and she would it hold together even with it fighting like a bag of wet cats.


Mallory could smell the scorched earth as she walked and it rekindled the fire in her chest.  This had been a strike at her as well as him as far as she was concerned.  The Una part of her that was cold and ran deep was calculating some things.  As Mallory was becoming more and more human and connected she kept a bit of herself back to think the hard impartial thoughts she needed in this new world. Thoughts her new emotions were at odds with.  She turned on her com link and looked over at the golden gun speeding up her pace.  "There has to be a reason they are striking now a weakness they think they can exploit. I think we need to find out a bit more about our friend from the south.  If Sherlock Holmes can figure out things from minute traces we should have more than enough information to find a way under his skin." 
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