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Author Topic: Fight For The Skies [Game Thread]  (Read 30481 times)
vermillion
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« on: May 21, 2008, 06:42:25 am »

Captain Vel stared at the large anti-piracy poster on the stairway wall heading up to the second floor air-port. She reached into her bag and looked at the smaller poster she ripped off the wall earlier.
She gave a sigh before heading up the next set of stairs only to come face to face with another one, she hid her smile only to see there was a note from a fellow pirate held in place with a dagger. The note didn't say much.. it was just a skull and cross bones with wings.... one of many air pirate symbols.  Two aeronauts passed her laughing at it, she knew it didn't mean much now.. but soon that one image would mean everything to her kin, and to people like her.
It was disgusting, she passed another poster: "JOIN THE FIRST FLEET"

 She walked towards the end of the docking station where the Orfiel  was, only to find "her majesty's" royal service everywhere around her. They were putting those posters up, warning every captain of pirate sightings and to 'be on guard', yet they cant even recognize a pirate.
Thank god.  She almost made it to the ramp to the Orfiel for a clean get away.
 "Boy! ,you there"
 She turned slowly to see the an officer come towards her. 
 "Suh?" She kept her head low and her eyes downcast
 "Is this your ship boy"  he was handed a scroll from a second officer... she noticed three more coming up behind them and glanced over at other deck hands pointing her way, something was wrong. "yus suh"

 "We need to speak with your captain, its a matter of the utmost importance and .....security"
 
 "Securety suh? our ships secure enuff" she said backing up the ramp.
"Just DO IT boy. GET him OUT" He was getting even more suspicious about her, he made two officers go off in another direction. She nodded, turned and headed across the ramp, and saw the three officers follow her onboard. She passed a deck hand, didnt look him in the eye and gave the signal to start the engines, grabbed his arm and whispered something to him before he rushed off ahead of her.
She turned to make sure the officers were still behind her.... the commanding officer stopped to talk to a crew mate when she felt the welcome jolt of the engines. They were up a decent height when she opened the door to her quarters when the sailor from before came out nodded "10" he whispered.

She motioned for the two other officers to step inside, she followed and locked the door. There were two spherical objects on the floor, the two guards noticed what they were and drew their pistols on her. she took off her bandana and walked around to her desk.
"5" she thought, ignoring the guards completely.
 "Captain?" the guards looked confused "Captain Duillo? You've GOT to be kidding...."
She looked at the two bombs on the floor, and winced at the thought "4"
Before the two guards could comprehend the situation they lunged at the locked door.

Outside her Quartermaster fought the last officer down onto the deck and had him in restraints when two small explosive sounds went off followed by a few rounds of gunshots. They both looked towards the back of the ship impatiently....
Duillo emerged a few seconds later from a smoke filled room holding her arm, she had a piece of glass in her bicep and a small spike just above it....
It took a good 4-5 men to hold up the officer as she walked out to them.
"...they're sure to see that downstairs... lets return these officers to the royal yard." she looked over the edge and noticed that, indeed.. they were starting their ships or getting into them, the pain was arcing up to her neck.

she continued to walk towards the remaining officer, she didnt hear what he was saying, something about an army and the last hour of all the pirates, without blinking brought up her pistol and shot him.

"get the other two bodies out my cabin....get them ready to be sent home" she stabbed the anti-pirate poster into the chest of the one in front of her.

The few crew she had, went to work...

"we're going to have a lot of company"
she watched the remaining ships power up to come after her.
« Last Edit: May 21, 2008, 04:18:45 pm by vermillion » Logged
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« Reply #1 on: May 21, 2008, 07:20:44 am »

Airship captains are busy people. Always running about, managing things, being captain-like, looking good in a coat and boots. It's no wonder Captain Russel Briody was availing himself of a hammock in his quarters, relaxing with a drink or nine. The small Parisian airport was the perfect place to take a good, long nap.

Well, maybe not so much a long nap.

The explosion woke him with a start, sending the bottle in his hands to the floor. The officer of the watch burst in, letting the harsh midday sun into the small, dark cabin. "Captain, the ship next to us has exploded!"

"what, all of it?"

"Well, no. Smoke from the deck, though. Could be they're on fire."

Briody shook the cobwebs of sleep from his mind. "Right. Bring up the fire pump, and raise the emergency flags. Sound the fire alarm and have a damage group on the foredeck immediately. Prepare for firefighting operations. And make sure the bloody guns are covered, we don't want another Dresden. Or Lyons, god forbid."

"Right you are, cap." Briody swung from his hammock and inspected the fallen bottle. He showed it's bottom the ceiling, and lit a cigarette. As he walked out of his cabin, the sharp crack of a pistol shot cut through the air and he saw clearly a woman on the deck of the next ship over execute an unarmed, bound officer of the local polizei.

The empty bottle fell to the deck and shattered.

Briody grabbed the officer of the watch as he passed, fire hose in hand. "Drop it! Get the small arms locker opened and arm the crew! Lock down the ship, nothing on or off, and load up for battle!"

The bewildered watch officer just gaped at the sudden change of tone. "For a fire, sir?"

"No, you idiot, they're pirates! Beat to quarters, and stand by on the long guns!" The offending vessel began to pull away from the dock. "Damn, they're leaving!"

"Shall we give chase, sir? We easily match her tonnage. We could pull behind and loose the bow chasers-"

"No, we can't risk our cover. Have the men stand down, and let them escape. Our manifest is very appealing, and if they stay in these skies they just might try and take us down. Then we'll have our go at them." Briody spared a final look at the departing piratical airship. "Then we'll have them."
« Last Edit: May 21, 2008, 12:06:08 pm by Captain Briody » Logged

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« Reply #2 on: May 21, 2008, 08:23:50 am »

The Look Out Bellow was hours behind schedule and Captian Haversham was beginning to wonder if they would ever reach Paris.  They wouldn't have been in this mess if the fuel depo in Spain hadn't given them that tainted petrol. She was used to paying outrageous fees because of her outlaw status but outright sabotage was a new thing.  Adelaide wondered if it had anything to do with the large British run anti-piracy campaign that had been brewing for the past few months. 

She smoothed her skirts(black silk with copper pinstripes today) and turned back to the last message her father had been able to smuggle out to her. An entire morning lost removing gunk from the fuel lines while his health continued to fail. If she couldn't get him out soon she wasn't likely to see him alive again. Hopefully some one in Paris would be more inclined to listen to her pleas for aid. 

 A sharp tapping coming from the speaking tubes dragged her from her morbid thoughts.  Toby was reporting a ship coming up fast on their starboard side that looked like it was being chased by a good number of ships.  One thing Capitan Haversham could not stand was a bully and it seemed like The Orfiel was a victim of them at the moment.  She jammed the silver speaking tips on to her fingers and tapped out an announcement that rung across the ship. <"Alright Toby tells me that the ship approaching us is no friend of British considering who is hot on their tails but if we give them a bit of help they might become friends of ours.  Weapons crew ready the galvanism dischargers but do not fire it until we are a bit closer I want to be sure of the targets before we fry them.">  Capitan Haversham smiled at the busy purposeful noises thrumming through the ship there was nothing like a battle to shake a person from their worries.
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« Reply #3 on: May 21, 2008, 11:18:21 am »

Christine stumbled as the shockwave echoed through the airport. She grabbed onto a nearby railing, steadying herself.
An explosion? It must have been. Christine could be trusted to recognize the sound of an explosion.
It had come from the second floor. The aero-dock?
Well, so much for her chances of sneaking aboard a ship.
She was standing on a narrow metal catwalk. About fifteen feet below her she could see people milling about--merchants, airship crew, passengers, all wondering what was happening. About a minute or so before it dissolved into panic, she guessed. There were guards running about too--not just the security guards attatched to the airport, but men in the uniforms of the Her Majesty's Royal Navy.
Hmm... that was new...
Whatever the reason for their presence was, Christine didn't like it. And, even though nobody had said the catwalks were off limits to civilians, she didn't fancy her chances if one of the guards looked up and saw her.
Quickly, she ran for the ladder and began to scramble down. If she was going to find a ship to leave on, now would be the best time. It looked like staying in the airport was about to become very dangerous...
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« Reply #4 on: May 21, 2008, 12:19:28 pm »

Briody surveyed his vessel from the pilothouse. To prying eyes, the SS Invictus was just another merchant- stacked boxes on the deck, sloppy-looking crew in civilian garb, none of the pomp and circumstance of a military vessel. He liked it that way. His days in the American Air Forces were long behind him, and the rigmarole and bureaucracy of military living was the part he missed the least. Although he did point his rudder according to a higher power, he was largely free to do as he pleased- including the occasional legitimate shipping job on the side.

Currently, thirty casks of fine French wine were being loaded onto the deck and down into the cargo hold. The steel bands on the barrels glinted in the French sun. Briody looked up, taking in the blue sky, the white clouds, the small woman climbing down from the catwalk, the open horizon. It was a beautiful-

Hold on a tic.

Briody grabbed the voice tube from its bulkhead mounting. "Master at Arms to the Pilothouse, please."

Calgary, the law enforcement officer of the Invictus and captain of their Marines, appeared moments later. "You rang, Russ?"

"That I did, Mister Calgary. Grab two men and see what that woman is all about, would you? Remember, be cordial. You're acting the civilian these days."

"I'm not bloody new to the game, Russ."

"I know. That'll be all, Calgary. Carry on."
 
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« Reply #5 on: May 21, 2008, 04:48:33 pm »

Captain Iphigenia McCannon felt uneasy enough in airports without all this unusual and rather disconcerting fuss being made.

Immediately after docking her beloved Ziggurat, McCannon made a beeline for the Captain's lounge, reserved strictly for esteemed members of Her Majesty's Royal Air Force. As she walked through the airport, she felt a distinctly cold air in the building. She instinctively held a hand over her gun, secured to her hip. For no immediate discernible reason, everyone in the airport was tense. Many were shifty-eyed, and all were on their guard. McCannon thought she heard mutterings about pirates, but then again, pirates were always around, weren't they? Waving for her First Mate to follow, she burst through the doors to the airy lounge, and proceeded to sink into the first chair she saw.

The lounge was a large affair, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, offering a stunning view of the airfield. Huge, looming zeppelins rose into the sky, like balloons being let go from the sticky hand of a child. An astonishing number of them were setting off at the same time, an army of dirigibles, ascending into the heavens, and making haste, all going in the same direction, almost as if they were all part of a concentrated effort, an organized plot. An army of dirigibles.

The Captain put any disconcerting thoughts out of her head, closed her eyes, and leaned back. Finally, she could sit down without the worry of being shot at or robbed.

"Hawkes-Leggett," she said dreamily, waving a hand in the air, "See what you can do about refueling. I'm just going to sit here for a bit while the Ziggurat gets a rest. It's kind of nice to just... sit. And have a break. Bliss, mate. Bliss."

At that moment, the doors to the lounge crashed open with a resounding bang.

"Ah, nuts," McCannon said, cringing. "I've jinxed it, haven't I?"
« Last Edit: May 21, 2008, 04:58:20 pm by Captain McCannon » Logged

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« Reply #6 on: May 21, 2008, 06:36:50 pm »

Damn! not only had sebastian lost this wretched serf of a girl, but also had got a sunburnt nose & was fed up with wretched job. He'd been given orders to tail the girl since she her 'ship had docked- he knew she was dangerous, & knew the reason that job had to be done, still this made no better- he had lost her because he had been tempted enough to go into that confectioneries -just for a minute, but of course by the time he was out she had gone. She'd sussed him, she knew how to lose him & it had worked like a dream....for the third time this week.... But this time he would be prepaired- he had invested the dwindling money from his last job, in a huge jar of bullseyes -the ploy wouldn't work again, this time his sweet tooth would be satiated.
    Well, at least he knew where he could find her again -she would have to return to her airship sooner or later -but hopefully sooner rather than later, or otherwise the telegram wouldn't contain much of interest...
    One brisk walk later & he was at the dock -but.. hang on what was that? There she was flanked by two officers- what buffoons! couldn't they see she was a killer? either way there wasn't much hope for them.. hopefully they wouldn't be enough to make her leave port? He creeped after them, as they ascended into the airship, pulling out a pair of opera-glasses (he'd been leant them by a rather voluptuous aunt, they looked comical, but they did the job) & inspected the happenings: As expected there was the sudden bout of fighting as the officer outside was knocked down by swarthy crewmen... but hang on what was this?......*Kaboom!* -the explosion knocked him flat, sending his jar of bullseyes arcing through the air, to explode as it crashed down upon the cobbles sending sweets in all directions. Cursing he went to draw his pistol, but was prevented from doing so, by the timely impact of an officer's corpse, recently ejected from the rapidly departing airship above him....
      -This was not to be a terribly good day- his benefactor should not be pleased.
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Ireland, Republic of Ireland, Republic of


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« Reply #7 on: May 21, 2008, 08:41:35 pm »

In the comparative safety of the dockside tavern, Captain Haephestus Burnside knocked back his fifth and final shot of aged Caribbean rum, as he sifted through the documents seized from the last Imp frigate he and his crew had knocked over. The crew of the much-maligned "Reckless Abandon" always retreated to the safety of the "Honest Lawyer" after every raid, as the tavern was famous for sheltering robbers, black sheep, and all manner of criminal elements. They also whipped up some mean kedgeree. As the other members of the crew were busy with supplies and repairs, Burnside thought it worth his while to enjoy a quiet drink.
Among the contents of the captured manila envelope were a few sales dockets, a map, and one in particular that had no business on board a man-o'-war. All were suffering from various degrees of fire-damage. Selecting the one that intrigued him most, he turned to his engineer, a wiry Nemesis of an Irishman known as "Mac", and little else.
"Mac, can you make any sense of these? They look like blueprints, could be your purview of expertise."
He slid the sheet of burnt paper across the table, where Mac's scarred fingers intercepted them. Sliding his hand-made reading goggles into place, Mac perused them with a practised eye.
"Aye, sir," he grunted, after a few moments. "Plans they are. Looks to be a new warship. Somethin's off, though. Look here."
As Haephestus leaned closer, Mac indicated a few spots on the plan.
"Now, usually, the engine room, here, has lots of room for stuff like spare parts, tools, and extra coal and suchlike."
"Well?"
"Well, sir, the engine room on this plan is next to miniscule. Takes up about as much room as the bloody heads. It wouldn't power a ship this size."
Haephestus sat back in his chair, and put a hand to his mouth.
"Why would they build such a huge ship without being able to run it? It just don't make sense."
Mac raised his eyebrows in a quizzical gesture, replacing the singed plans in their envelope as he did so.
"Can't enlighten you, I fear. I could tell you more, but the fire burnt 'em up pretty bad."
A tankard slammed down down on the table as the third member of the party made his presence known. A tall, muscular fellow built like a brick out-house, a series of slight metallic noises followed his every move.
"I get it," growled former sergeant Chiaves Bellono, Haephestus' master-at-arms. "I shouldn'ta used the damn grenade! I'm sorry!"
He raised the tankard again, muttering to himself.
"Buncha whinin' Irish mooks! Tryanna tell me how ta kill Imps....."
The fragile peace was shattered, along with every glass in the tavern glass, as a terrific explosion blew in the front of the tavern. Men ducked, tarts screamed, and one poor fellow made no noise at all as he was blown through the window and slammed into the opposite wall with a sickening crack. Haephestus was the first to react. He sprang up from the debris, dragging his two crewmates with him, even as flecks of plaster pattered about his feet like rain.
"Get up, men. We are fleeing. Now."
Mac paused to stuff the envelope into a pocket, and grabbed a final swig of brandy from the bottle on the table.
"What's the rush, cap'n? Nothin' to do with us."
"Do you want to explain that to the Redcoats? We're wanted men, now move!"
Hurrying over the pile of kindling that was once a door, the three hit the cobbled streets running. Just their luck, then, that the first people they should blunder into were an Imperial patrol. Worse, a jumpy Imperial patrol. Five of them. Four troopers, raw recruits by the look of them, and a corporal.
"Who goes there?" demanded the corporal, a stern-looking specimen with a jaw like a pike's.
Burnside's mind raced as his ears filled with the sucessive clicks of a quartet of muskets being readied. His dismay reached a climax as the inevitable conclusion dawned.
" 'Ere....I know you! You're that Burnside cad! You're a dangerous felon, sah!"
Burnside attempted his disarming, charismatic approach. It sometimes worked, but not often.
"Why.....? Dangerous? Me?"
He was elbowed aside by an arm like a treetrunk, and a voice like rolling thunder boomed out.
"You'd better believe it, palookas!" said Bellono, having conjured from nowhere a rifle like an anti-ship cannon. "Hands where I can see 'em!"
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« Reply #8 on: May 21, 2008, 09:21:52 pm »

Twelve thousand feet above the port town, aboard the IFS Lusitania, an officer of the first fleet was leaning over the deck rail, peering through a pair of binoculars, relaying information to the communications officer, who was transmitting via telegraph.

"Damn, the Imperials just shelled the pub. I was looking forward to a pint after..."

"I don't have to relay that, do I, sir?"

"No, I suppose not. Finish up and join me on the command deck, I think we're done here."

The captain of the IFS Lusitania was a tall, wiry man. As soon as the communications officer closed the hatch to the command deck behind himself, the captain gave his orders.

"I think we're done here, gentlemen. Ops, sound the alert and inform the crew that we're going to pressurise the hull and ascend to twenty thousand feet, upon which we'll deploy the sail and make our way back to the city of Ashbury, where we can re-supply. From there, you're all entitled to a few days of shore leave while we wait for further instructions."

Thousands of miles away, and hundreds of feet below ground, a telegraph machine ticked out the report from hte IFS Lusitania, in total darkness...
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« Reply #9 on: May 21, 2008, 10:44:22 pm »

The roar of the explosion was audible even through the armoured hull of the Alecto, presently moored at an outlying berth. Von Gast, her commander, looked up from the mapping table and narrowed his eyes. He'd rather have stayed neutral on the regular freight services but with the unfinished hulk of Tisiphone still taking up slipway space and the company finances running out he'd had no choice. Now he waited for the first pirate attack, doubtless they'd respond to the shelling of their pub just as he'd turn anything that attacked the Ramp and Visor into a puddle of glass.

He left his cabin, climbing the ornate staircase and passing through the doors with their stained glass to reach the bridge. From here, it was obvious that Alecto was no normal freighter or even warship. Polished wood panels held brass-ringed instruments, and a large leather chair sat at a comfortable distance behind the wheel with the throttles to the right. Von Gast seated himself, lifted the speaking tube, and called to the engine room. Everything was ready for departure, the mooring lines were dropped and pushing the throttle levers forward produced a deep rumble as the four steam turbines began to turn. Alecto began to pick up speed, clearing the breakwater at around twenty knots and preparing for her first patrol of the coming war.
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« Reply #10 on: May 22, 2008, 06:25:54 am »

Vel finished lifting the last body over the edge, along with the anti-pirate note attached.

There were merchant ships above them, 'maybe we can use them' she thought 'we'll stick out like a sore thumb' she cursed under her breath for being black-colored sometimes.

She pulled the spike out of her arm with a slight grimace, she was bleeding, but ignored it and jumped up on one of the crates.
"Start up the front boilers!" she turned to the wheel man and navigator "bring her around!... I don't want to hit the merchant ships but if they're in the crossfire, well... we'll pick em off later."

"WOLF! ....ready the steam cannon.....tell me when the boilers are ready and get the regular cannons ready when we're vulnerable... lets NOT be caught unawares on any side." 

he was off and giving commands before she could get off the crate.... her head was spinning, she shook her head and looked towards her quarters....and shook her head again... she'll need that repaired.

Walking towards the stern and her quarters she noticed two ships coming fast towards them keeping pace as other ships fell behind....she pulled one of crew with her

"run downstairs... get my first aid kit from the spar deck...." 

as the ship turned, she noticed that what she mistook for a merchant ship when they passed it before, was not....and now filled with activity....she could make out the black skirts of a woman on deck.   

".....what is she doing? she's going to get her crew in the way..."
They were almost completely turned around when she started running to the bow of the ship...the steam cannon was directly below the bowspirit and the barrel extended only a little further, and as just a bit wider.

she heard guns firing in the distance but she had a job to do... to get the stopper out of the barrel and then to fire the weapon.
The first part of that job was done...the rope to the stopper was only a couple of feet away from her but the pain in her arm was preventing her from being able to grab it right away, she was bleeding too much....

They were still too low and, since they turned around, too close to the air-port to fire the weapon without hitting the top of buildings and causing unnecessary casualties....

the gunfire was getting closer.
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« Reply #11 on: May 22, 2008, 07:33:19 am »

The merchant ships gathered around them offered more disadvantages than protection but luckily the galvanism dischargers while not as strong as regular ordnance was able to be precisely aimed to do the most damage with what it had. Strange colored lights danced over the coils and spires as they gathered their deadly force.

Addy carefully combed thought the crowd spotting their first target and it tapped out to the gunners.  There was an all mighty bzzzap as the many points of light gathered in to a bolt that struck a ship that had been closing in on them them silencing their guns in a shower of sparks. There was soon a rush among the gathered merchant ships to get out of the way before The Look Out Bellow could bring their odd cannons to bear on another target.

With room to maneuver Capitan Haversham was better able to appraise the conditions of the ship she recklessly charged in to help.  Some one was desperately tried to remove a large stopper from a snub nosed cannon.  Red blood was vivid on the green shirt.  She guided ship in to shouting distance of the bleeding person still struggling with the rope.  "I am Capitan Haversham of The Look Out Bellow. If you can get your captain to follow us we can get out of this mess, pick off those British fleas you seamed to have picked up and see about getting you patched up."  Addy tapped a warning for Cordila to start preparing the sick bay in case it was needed.  Vel stared at the woman clicking away on the railing.  An odd offer from someone dressed more for a formal luncheon than fighting a battle but the weaponry seemed enough to back up her offer of help.
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« Reply #12 on: May 22, 2008, 06:30:22 pm »

As the melle of airships taking off, guns being fired & crewmen running in all directions flurried all around- sebastian mused «why do pirates always seem to cause the most raucous events? -even in the simple matter of a killing» still there were more important things at hand. He sprinted across the dock avoiding falling crates & other hastily stowed goods cascading down from above- He needed to get to the bumblebee, she'd certainly not have any power to stop the rapidly escaping pirates, but at least he'd be able to follow her & if he was lucky he might even guide one of the I.F.'s cruisers towards her.
     He sprinted off down an alley to the private mooring pitch where the bumblebee was moored. He fired up the engine & the semi-translucent wings started beating, making a faint humming noise as they got up to speed, he watched the needle creep up the dial 90....120....160....180BPM- the craft suddenly hovered off the ground as the engine picked up pace, pulling back the throttle the tiny craft jolted forwards -Emerging above the rooftops he quickly sought altitude, to avoid being caught in the throng of merchants trying to move their cargo away from the danger.

     Below him he saw a squad of soldiers blindly firing their rifles upwards in the vain hope of hitting a pirate & claiming the reward, unfortunately this only caused more panic amonst the merchants. One bullet must have found its way into a luckless older H2 filled freight vessels, for a blossoming fireball below indicated its demise, he watched with a mildly amused curiosity, however glancing up from this beautiful calamity something of far more interest caught his eye; There was the Orfiel in the near distance. He directed the bumblebee towards the craft, as he approached the ship he drew a flare from under his seat & fired it in the hope of drawing imperial ships towards the target, however the flash also drew the immediate attention of the crew, causing him to flee to from the chatter of their guns.
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« Reply #13 on: May 22, 2008, 11:09:16 pm »

The Parisian docks, as per usual in European port towns flush with the successes of the steam age, were bustling with excitement. Traders haggling, soldiers on patrol, and longshoremen hauling crates and barrels. While the industry was doubtless a sign of wealth and prosperity, it did nothing for the plight of the trio of fleeing freebooters.
Rifle bullets zipped and pinged off the ground around Burnside's feet as the trio ran pell-mell through the docks, leaping bollards and dodging loading booms. He clung desperately to his Akubra as he swerved to avoid a cart laden with wine casks. The soldiers in hot pursuit wove through the people, objects, and debris in their path, pausing to take the occasional potshots.
"Great job, Bellono!" he bellowed, in full fury. "now we can add Discharging a Weapon Within city Limits and Grievous Bodily Harm to the tally!"
Mac, barely slowing, lashed out with a fist to take a pursuing Redcoat off his feet.
"It was funny, though, Cap'n!" he chuckled.
"Si, Capitano!" agreed Bellono, as he feverishly reloaded. "Those sons-a-bitches'll be pickin' lead out of their backsides for weeks!"
They were nearing the Reckless. Burnside's heart soared as the sleek, brazen hull hove into view. He cupped a hand around his mouth and shouted.
"Ahoy, Abandon! Some covering fire would be appreciated!"
Almost on cue, the bow-chaser Gatlings whirred into life, sewing the path behind the trio with deadly shards of tungsten death, wounding several of the soldiers and forcing the others into cover. Burnside and company dashed up the gangplank, severing the mooring ropes as they did so. Burnside made his way to the helm, feeling a rush of satisfaction as his feet hit the timbers, and issuing orders on the run.
"Mac, get to the engines! Bellono! Get that bloody navigator on the bridge right now! We are leaving! Immediately!"
Sporadic rifle fire pattered from the armoured hull while the engine room built up steam, and with a roar like thunder as the main rotors came online, the Reckless Abandon made its leave.
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« Reply #14 on: May 26, 2008, 07:42:23 pm »

Drat.
She was being followed.
Okay, don't panic. Don't run. Don't stop. Don't turn around. Don't let them know that you've noticed them.
Christine kept walking. As she moved, hoping that nobody would see, she slid her hand into a pouch in her dress and found a small device. It was about the size of a large walnut and sloshed slightly when she shook it. The liquid was a chemical compound that would ignite upon contact with air, causing the device to detonate if it was broken open. It wouldn't make a very big bang, but in such a crowded area she hoped not to have to use it. Also, she wasn't sure how far she could throw it.
They were still following her.
Nothing for it, then.
She stopped, and took a deep breath. Without turning around, she asked, "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?"
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« Reply #15 on: May 27, 2008, 12:35:44 am »

Drat.
She was being followed.
Okay, don't panic. Don't run. Don't stop. Don't turn around. Don't let them know that you've noticed them.
Christine kept walking. As she moved, hoping that nobody would see, she slid her hand into a pouch in her dress and found a small device. It was about the size of a large walnut and sloshed slightly when she shook it. The liquid was a chemical compound that would ignite upon contact with air, causing the device to detonate if it was broken open. It wouldn't make a very big bang, but in such a crowded area she hoped not to have to use it. Also, she wasn't sure how far she could throw it.
They were still following her.
Nothing for it, then.
She stopped, and took a deep breath. Without turning around, she asked, "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?"


Calgary stopped short, almost running into the young woman. "Nothing the problem, miss. Just curious why you were mucking about in the ceiling like you were. This airport can be a dangerous place." His tone was sincere. As far as he was concerned, this sort of thing should have been left to the gendarmes, but Briody had a bad streak of curiousity. "Our captain thought you may have needed assistance."
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« Reply #16 on: June 10, 2008, 06:00:51 am »



The Captain put any disconcerting thoughts out of her head, closed her eyes, and leaned back. Finally, she could sit down without the worry of being shot at or robbed.

"Hawkes-Leggett," she said dreamily, waving a hand in the air, "See what you can do about refueling. I'm just going to sit here for a bit while the Ziggurat gets a rest. It's kind of nice to just... sit. And have a break. Bliss, mate. Bliss."

At that moment, the doors to the lounge crashed open with a resounding bang.

"Ah, nuts," McCannon said, cringing. "I've jinxed it, haven't I?"

"Captain!" Adelaide shouted as she stumbled into the lounge.  "We're being shot at! And robbed!"
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Blades, fists, guns, bow if its a weapon il use it


« Reply #17 on: June 10, 2008, 04:29:35 pm »

Bellono relaid the orders to the navigator then ran to the bow-chaser gatlings disconnecting the automated controls and activating one manualy "CIAO BASTARDOS VAFANCULO!!!!!!" he cranked the handel and rejoiced in the sound of gun-mechanics as the gunshots exploded around his ears. Laughing manically as redcoats got a whole lot redder.... "WE CAN TAKE OUR TIME CAPITANO I AM HAVING A MULTO BENE TIME"
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« Reply #18 on: June 11, 2008, 02:56:18 am »


"Captain!" Adelaide shouted as she stumbled into the lounge.  "We're being shot at! And robbed!"

"What!" cried McCannon, standing up at once. "You don't say?!"
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« Reply #19 on: June 11, 2008, 04:58:02 am »


"What!" cried McCannon, standing up at once. "You don't say?!"

Adelaide laughed. "No, I was only joking.  We're not being robbed.  We're just being shot at."
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« Reply #20 on: June 11, 2008, 05:11:47 am »


Adelaide laughed. "No, I was only joking.  We're not being robbed.  We're just being shot at."

"Oh," McCannon said. She sat down, reached for her cup of tea, took a sip, and promptly spit it out with a jolt. "We're being WHAT?!" she yelled, standing up. "MAN THE HARPOONS! DO SOMETHING!"
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« Reply #21 on: June 11, 2008, 05:44:37 am »


"Oh," McCannon said. She sat down, reached for her cup of tea, took a sip, and promptly spit it out with a jolt. "We're being WHAT?!" she yelled, standing up. "MAN THE HARPOONS! DO SOMETHING!"

"Aye Aye Captain!" Adelaide saluted McCannon and turned to run back to the Ziggurat, only to pause in confusion.  "We have harpoons?"
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« Reply #22 on: June 11, 2008, 06:01:13 am »

"Aye Aye Captain!" Adelaide saluted McCannon and turned to run back to the Ziggurat, only to pause in confusion.  "We have harpoons?"

"I don't know!" cried the Captain. "Make some!" And with that, she hurdled out the door.
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« Reply #23 on: June 11, 2008, 07:12:29 am »

Nathaniel flinched instinctively at the sound of gunfire and quickly signed the ledger the coal dealer had thrust in front of him, the price was most likely going to be outrageous but experience had taught him that this was probably going to be the captain McCannon's fault anyway and it wasn't too likely that this bill was going to be paid in any case.

Calling a quick farewell over his shoulder he broke into a run and made a bee-line for the Ziggurat. Dodging through the throng of sailors and bravos that packed the docks, he caught sight of Adelaide on a similar errand to his own. Shouting a quick greeting and waving he began to push his way towards the Ziggurats navigator.

As he drew close his face twisted into a grim smile

"What's McCannon done this time? Is it time to flee for our lives already?"
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« Reply #24 on: June 11, 2008, 07:42:35 am »


"What's McCannon done this time? Is it time to flee for our lives already?"


"Oh, Yes.  Fleeing would be good."  Adelaide was as jittery as a flat tailed cat.  "You don't know how to make harpoons do you?"  She glanced around nervously and then turned back to Nathaniel.  "We are being shot at.  And it is highly probable that we have no weapons."
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