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Author Topic: The Free Port City of Salvage  (Read 26941 times)
MrFats
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« Reply #75 on: March 22, 2007, 01:56:38 am »

Moving to a clear space, Octavius opens a small box inside his pocket...The device whirs to life, gears turning, a small device on top rotating.

"Miss Grey, Miss Grey, come in, please! Miss Grey! What has occurred? To whom did this ship belong to? Miss Grey! Are you all right? A friend of mine was in the city, and I hope his ship is intact..If you find a craft who's captain goes by the name Lazarus, please lend them support until I can return."

The device pops, hisses..and goes silent. Octavius wipes the sweat from his brow, nervously pacing as he awaits the return of Erasmus with a report on his goods. Realizing that time may be of the essence, he opens the device again.

"Hello Sir, are you there? You are? Excellent! I am in need of your assistance, please come to the scrap yard of a gentleman named Erasmus, I must take leave to assess the current situation. Please go to the Merchants' afterward, and obtain 200 kilos combined of steel and iron, some brass will do as well. Thank you Sir. You certainly are as helpful as Master had mentioned."

The device is silent once more. Octavius excuses himself from sight as a gentleman clad in black, with a bowler approaches Erasmus.

"I beg your pardon Sir, this gent. shall do business for me, and if you could escort him to the Merchant's, he shall handle all further business there before heading back with some of your men, to Pier 1 Anchor 7 to load these items on the ship" Octavius whispers to the gentleman "Do not pay him, until all goods are taken to the Pier."

Hurrying away, he fears for his friend and his captain. He rushes to the Pier, hoping to help somehow.
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« Reply #76 on: March 22, 2007, 02:12:18 am »

A familiar voice came across the radio. The signal sounded weak, but likely that was due to the interference of dozens of competing trasmissions.

'Miss Grey, Miss Grey, come in please!'

It seemed to be Mr. Granville. She let him finish his message, then tried to radio back. The first few times, the interference was too great, but she was able to reach him after a few minutes. Or at least, she hoped so. "Mr. Granville, I'm here. Do you read me? There's been a crash at the docks. A ship, the Riverside, made an emergency landing at our anchor point. I was able to move the Blue in time, but a fire has spread to some of the other ships.

"As for your friend, I cannot be sure of anyone on the piers right now. I am currently circling above the dockyards, and there is chaos below. I'll come in a bit lower, but I doubt if I can anchor her right now. I advise you not to come out to the pier right now, and I don't think they'll allow anyone else out here. If you'd like me to meet you at some other point of the city I'd be glad to, but at this moment, Pier 1 is a disaster area!"

Grey pulled the Blue around, descending slightly, but there was no place to pull in. Hopefully, Mr. Granville was not already en route to the scene.
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« Reply #77 on: March 22, 2007, 02:21:06 am »

Octavius ran on, finally arriving at the second deck,

Opening the device, it hissed, spinning to life once more.

"Miss Grey, I need a favor, if you please. Bring the Blue within 50 meters of the dock! Yes, I know what I am asking, but please, trust my judgment, it is time for me to test another invention.. The red knob on your dash, all the way to your left, yes, the big one. Grab the handle and pull it....I hope this works.."
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« Reply #78 on: March 22, 2007, 02:34:06 am »

Two more ships were now ablaze due to smoldering envelope tarps caught up by wind and heat.  The Port Authority crews ran across the platform, dragging large hoses and dousing flames as they could.  Since the regular peace officers were mainly too far away to respond quickly, Kral had ordered his personal guard to assist with controlling the panic spreading to the other piers.  Clockworks poured from lifts and physically moved people away from the crash site, injuring some with their mindless strength.

The skies became as crowded and chaotic as the platform.  Ship crews beat and peeled back the iron anchoring clamps keeping their ships grounded and the exodus of airships soon turned the sunset into an overcast of hulls and balloons.  One steamer, in an attempt to gain altitude plowed headlong into an Indonesian freighter.  The added weight dragged them both out of the sky and back onto the fleeing crowd, killing one squad of city deckhands and spreading the blaze onward.

Above, in the control tower, Orson Freeman and his staff screamed into their receivers, commanding ships to remain tethered and those that were freed to move away.  One ship, the Mauritanian Bird, began firing rounds at nearby ships to clear a hole to ascend.
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« Reply #79 on: March 22, 2007, 02:37:49 am »

Octavius yells into the portable com device

"Miss Grey! Please! I request an answer, at least, there is a great deal of devastation..We can help them! Please, Miss Grey, I know there is great risk, but all these people...."

Octavius falls to the floor, the device dropping to the ground next to him. In all the years he had been with his Master, and all the years of living on the street, he still hated to watch people die. Now, he could nothing, but await an answer.

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« Reply #80 on: March 22, 2007, 02:56:33 am »

Grey listened anxiously for another transmission from the mechanic. Another came through the receiver soon, in bits and pieces.

'Miss Grey...fav...ease. Bring the Blue....50 meters...I know what...judgement, it is....vention. The red knob...your lef...and pull...is works.'

"Mr. Granville!" she shouted into the transmitter, "I can barely hear you! Please try again!"

Now she was worried. The panic of the accident had spread to the entire area, the skies included. It was all she could do to keep from being rammed by other, larger ships fleeing the area. She maneuvered the balloon through the chaos, but was not sure how long she could keep this up. Before long, the signal broke through again, more desperate this time, and a little clearer.

'Miss Grey! Please! I request an answer, at least, there is---!'

His pleas were cut short by orders from airship control for already airborne vessels to vacate the area and clear up air space. However, she couldn't leave Granville there, not in this mess. She tried once again to reach him.

"Mr. Granville! Please repeat your previous message! It is risky for me to remain here much longer! If I cannot reach you I will have to leave! Remain somewhere safe or you likely may not get out of this unharmed!"

Through the smoke-filled air and the mass of ships, she could barely make out the pier. She could only hope that he was alright.
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« Reply #81 on: March 22, 2007, 03:25:06 am »

Panting, Octavius is closer to the last deck, "half of the way", he thought, "toward the last deck."

Opening the box, he speaks to Miss Grey "Captain, I concur that it is currently to dangerous for you to be about. Your safety is my top priority, as you are my captain. Do what you must to remain in such a position, I shall see you soon."

Closing the box, and tucking it into a pocket, Octavius continues onward toward the last deck.
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« Reply #82 on: March 22, 2007, 03:43:10 am »

Grey heaved a sigh of relief. At the very least, he was unharmed. It would not do well for the Vaporous Blue to lose its new mechanic so quickly, especially one so talented. All there was to do now, was to stay as far out of the fray as possible, until she received further word.

Pulling the balloon away once more, she thought to herself how pathetic it was for the captain to be ordered by her own mechanic. However, she had never been much of a leader, and the man wasn't pushy, just a little headstrong. Once this all was over, she would have to have a talk with him. Best to establish some discipline to keep things running, right?

But this was a matter for another day. In the meantime, she would wait where it was relatively safe, keeping an eye out for developing dangers.
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« Reply #83 on: March 22, 2007, 03:56:35 am »

Lazaras growled under his breath as the lift shuddered to a stop at the Merchant's level. He jabbed the button for the Docks in irritation, he didn't care that the place had been sealed off, or that there was likely a mob up there, he had a ship to tend to and a crew to look after(even if they knew more about the business of flying than he did). Its then that he saw a button labeled 'intercom' and jabbed it with his pointer finger. "Listen here. I've got a ship and crew up there now I don't care what orders you have. You will let me up,or I will find another way of going up leaving your boss to wonder just HOW I got up if you were supposed to keep the lifts from moving." A paper tiger of a threat perhaps, especially since he didn't know of another way up, but Lazaras knew he had to try SOMETHING to get this lift moving.
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« Reply #84 on: March 22, 2007, 04:16:50 am »

The response light in the lift lit up and a speaker crackled to life.  The operators voice was flat and emotionless, having repeated her speech already numerous times.

"All lifts have been disabled from traveling above level three due to emergency circumstances, please excuse this disruption of service, all lifts will return to regular operation shortly, please exit the lift and have a nice day, the Free Port of Salvage thanks you for your business."

The speaker cut out abruptly, barely allowing her final words to be transmitted.  The lift doors opened to allow Lazaras to leave.

Outside, the bustle of the Merchant District continued unabated.  The citizens down here either didn't notice that accident, or they didn't care.  Other pilots and crewmen hung around the lifts entrance, pacing or anxiously crouching against walls.  All of them had looked up when the lift had risen from below, but none of them watched after it stopped here.
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« Reply #85 on: March 22, 2007, 04:21:45 am »

Lazaras stepped out and looked at the others around the lift. He was irritated but a thought came to mind. "Any of you lot know if they've got a set of stairs, or ladders...or something? They've got ot have something in case they lose power don't they?"
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« Reply #86 on: March 22, 2007, 01:39:35 pm »

From the Personal Travel Journal of Ottens, Elder of the OBSCURE


A day hence I set about to meet Mr. Lawson, and upon my awaking found the weathers most pleasable. As sunshine flowed over the Free Port City of Salvage a graceful lady solitarily wandered the docking deck,  observing the great variety of aerial vessels as she did. I greeted her, and she took notice of the Peril's grandeur (for which of course I thanked her) before bidding her aideu and making for the entrance hall. I returned inside only to be interrupted by great commotion on deck some minutes later, for it appeared that an airship in distress had been forced to emergency dock. Dark smoke blinded my view of said ship, but as I later learned technicians had been able to repair the damage inflicted to the docking pier, aided by the Salvage authourities. Debris from the crashed craft seems to have clashed with our own vessel, causing rather insignificant damage yet delaying our stay with no more than a day, our engineer assures me.

Thus upon emptying my cup of Earl Grey, I elected to make my way for Mr. Lawson's Office again, hoping that now I would be able to speek with him about the purchase of weaponry for our stronghold . . .



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« Reply #87 on: March 22, 2007, 01:57:31 pm »

Coming back from her meeting with Mr. Lawson, Adrianna puzzled over the man she had seen while leaving. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. Arriving at the lift, she attempted to enter it, but found the doors would not open. Turning around swiftly, she confronted the nearest passerby.

"What is happening and why is the lift out of service? I have to get back to my ship."

The man, sounding slightly amused but also slightly nervous replied, "Well you'd better hope it hasn't burned to the ground. A crash just took place on Pier 1, and all movement up the city levels has been restricted."

Adrianna was shocked by the news, but maintained her composure. She knew her crew was smart enough to take the ship up, even though they were three piers over. A fire like that could spread quickly without containment. Yet Colonel Hazard couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness, and decided that she had to find another way up. She noticed a man with a bad leg asking the uninterested, milling crowd about ladders, and decided that help could only be of use in the situation. She went over to him.

"Sir, my name is Colonel Adrianna Hazard, and I am also trying to find my way up to the docks. Shall we join forces?"
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« Reply #88 on: March 22, 2007, 02:34:15 pm »

Lazaras looked at her and raised an eyebrow, pants, on a woman? No time for that. "Julian Fawkes at your service." The barest hints of a smile touched his lips as he ever so slightly bowed to her. "How familiar are you with this place?" God and Gears he hoped she knew of another way up.
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« Reply #89 on: March 22, 2007, 03:34:23 pm »

Ottens, Elder of the OBSCURE.  Location: Salvage, Level 1, Dockyards

Burning flames bursted up from the pier where, Ottens could only assume that the unknown craft had crashed.  Good Lord, he whispered to himself, walking over to the site.  He had intended to ignore the ongoings to meet with Mr. Lawson, only to find access to the City restricted save for Salvage personnel.  Thus  he made his way for the Peril, but it appeared that the fire was now spreading to a nearby pier!  Several vessels had already chosen the safety of the skies, including the balloon of the lady he greeted earlier that morning.  Even though his Engineer had assured him that the debris that hit the Peril caused relatively little harm (she was a tough ship after all), already two windows had been broken!  But quickly he realized that his windows, despite their cost, where insignificant in comparison with the great risk that Port Authourities were now undertaking by assisting anyone who might still be alive in the craft.  Men wearing protective gear challenged the raging fires and despite great heats seemed to be able to reach the craft.

However, before he could observe whether they were able to pull out any casualties, a valet urged him to return to ship---a telegram had arrived from Sir Fantômas, whom, along with Professor Tucker, had---upon having delivered medical supplies at the United Air-States---journeyed for a place known as "The Iron Quay" in hopes of acquiring a new aerial vessel capable of defending Sentry City pending purchase of defence apparatus. Unfortunately, it seemed that so far they had not been presented with interesting plans, so Ottens opted they set course for Salvage instead, though he could imagine that his associate would rather wish to return to their stronghold.

From the telegraphy room he stepped onto the bridge, gazing out of the windows at the bright flames ahead.  The captain assured him that in the event that the fire spread further, he would pull out of the pier immediately, not wishing to bring the ship into further jeopardy.  However, considering the great congestions of vessels disembarking, he'd rather stay docked.  Ottens trusted his judgement, but as he made his way for the staircase, the man recommend he'd not stay below deck, fearing that breaking windows could inflict injury upon him.  So he headed for his quarters instead, conluding that there was little else to do but sit and wait until this situation had gone. 
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« Reply #90 on: March 22, 2007, 04:24:41 pm »

Octavius, member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. Location: reaching second deck, en route to Pier 1

Octavius' breath was heavy. His heart hurt, his chest felt as if it would cave in at any moment. But he continued, concerned for the safety of his captain, his friend, and any other member of the council he belonged to, that were still on the Pier or in close proximity.

He barely caught the faintest whisper of a woman, and a gent. he believed was his good acquaintance. For now, however, that would have to wait, as he wished to ensure his captain and her ship were safe. Clutching his pocket, he continued. "Almost....at...second...deck" He panted, exhausted, adrenaline coursing through his body. Observing a sign ahead, Octavius smiled, only for a moment. "Deck, 10 feet" the sign read. The hope he felt, gave him the strength to continue.

"I should only hope, that Captain Grey, Sir Lazarus, Dr. Kharbana, are safe, far from the crash site." He thought. Jogging slowly, as it was a very long trip, Octavius could barely make out the end of the deck, just peeking over, far at the horizon.....
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« Reply #91 on: March 22, 2007, 10:47:31 pm »

Francis Miller, Member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. Location: Flying right outside air space of the Free Port City of Salvage

Francis looked up from his book as there was a knock on his office door. "Yes?". His first officer, Edward, walked into the room. "Sir, we are approaching Salvage." Francis began to get up, "Thank you Edward. I will be out in a few seconds." Edward walked out of the room. Francis got up from his chair and straightened his coat. Grabbing his cane, he walked out of the room.

Upon the reaching the deck, he looked out at the normally orderly docks of Salvage. It was total chaos. There seemed to be a crash and there were at least 10 ships on fire, just that he could see. A crewmen handed him his telescope, and he looked at the reigning chaos. There were airships literally fighting to get out of the way of the flames. The clockwork guards were trying to handle the situation, and officers were coming out with huge hoses to try and douse the flames, with little success.

"Sir, what should we do?". He looked up from the telescope. "Stay away for now, it isnt safe for a ship of our size to be in that chaos."
"Yes sir." Francis walked back into his study and sat in his chair. What could have happened, to create all of...of...this. He got up from his chair and headed up to the telegraph.

'This is Sir Francis Miller of the Airship The Vigilant Eye calling The Free Port City of Salvage. I would like know what has happened, and if there is anyway I could help, please respond.'
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« Reply #92 on: March 22, 2007, 11:19:01 pm »

Salvage, Level 4 Merchant District

Lazaras and Col. Hazard walked, looking for a stairway or an alternative way to get up above.  The stairwells, though, were being barred by guards and they were turning away onlookers and airmen alike.  They continued further down the street, hoping to find anything.

They didn't have to look hard for a way up.  Unlike the solemn crew waiting around the first lift, a Chinese crew down the street had taken matters into their own hands, forcing open a lift and pulling the carriage out of the tube.  The men started climbing the cables upward toward the top level.  The police surely would be around soon to seal this area off. 

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Salvage, Level 2 Crew Deck

Octavius burst onto the second deck, pulse racing and head spinning.  He just needed to find the last set of stairs and he'd be atop the city.  He jogged down the dim street toward an intersection and a directional board.  A left at the next curve and he'd home free.  The ringing in his ears subsided as he caught his breath.  As the sound faded, Octavius noticed an odd ticking noise.  Actually, it was a ticktocking noise and it was getting louder.  Looking around, he saw a clockwork coming at him.  Its glass eyes stared directly at him and as it locked gazes with him, bells in its body rang out an alarm.  Octavius bolted for the stairs.

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Salvage, Level 1, Docking Platforms

The initial fires from the crash were finally beginning to be put out, though other fires were popping up all over the pier.  The panic on the deck was starting to loose focus and some groups had started looting vessels moored away from the flames.  Other ships were being outright stolen and the thieves forced their way up, upsetting the delicate tension above the deck.  War was starting to break out in the air as some attempted to escape away while others pulled closer to the decks.  Every radio buzzed with threats from Air Control that any open hostility or attempts at thievery would be put down by city artillery.

The spreading madness pushed victims and rescuers back into the chaos of flaming ships and burning hydrogen.  At the moment, the crew of the Peril was battling would-be looters and hysterical people attempting to board and fly to safety.  Unlike many of the crews of simple trading ships, Ottens crew did not waste time trying to seal the broken windows, opting instead to fire upon the incoming trespassers. Ottens stayed above, surveying the situation outside from his private chambers.
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« Reply #93 on: March 22, 2007, 11:24:51 pm »

Lazaras grinned slightly as he hurried towards the now available lift.  "Race you to the top?" He tried keeping his voice cheerful, but between worry for what was going on and doubt on whether he would even be able to make the climb merth just didn't quite make it into his voice.
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« Reply #94 on: March 23, 2007, 12:07:44 am »

Ottens, Elder of the OBSCURE.  Location: Salvage, Level 1, Dockyards

"Sir, we are experiencing a bit of a crisis below deck, Sir!" cried a valet from behind.  Ottens turned around to face him, set down his china before addressing the chap.  "What do you mean?"  The valet beckoned him toward the window, and upon gazing out at the docking piers Ottens could be nothing less but shocked at the apparent rampage that was spreading.  Rittraff dressed in the most unappealing of clothes even attempted to climb on board his own vessel!  Fortunately his guards---few in number, considering that he had hardly expected any trouble---seemed quite able to prevent them from accessing his vessel, nevertheless he ordered the valet to bring him a weapon before making way for the Promenade Deck.

Descending the stairs he encountered his captain, also on his way down.  "Do you still belief we are not jeopordizing ourselves by staying docked, Captain?  I must demand that we pull out as quickly as possible."

"Begging your pardon, Sir, but with all these vessels up above us, I cannot guarantee our vessel's safety should we undock now!"

Ottens muttered an unheard response, yet they were forced to interrupt their conversation for it appeared that what could only have been a crook had been able to force his entry!  Without hesitation, Ottens pointed his weapon at the fellow yet the captain insisted upon taking the bandit in custody rather than bringing about problems with Port Authourities.  However it appeared that already the guards had been forced to shoot some of the crowd, though Ottens frankly couldn't care less:  these weren't lives that would be missed.

As they stepped upon the Promenade the full scale of the disturbance became only perfectly to them.  Violence and fury now determined the scene where it had appeared so well under control only some twenty minutes ago. 

Then suddendly from what should have been a closed entrance appeared an unknown, yet decent-appearing gentlemen along with the lady that Ottens had spotted outside of Mr. Lawson's Office earlier.  He ordered two of the guards to offer them assistance for it appeared that quickly they had become the target of burglars.  Besides him a guard shot another trespasser who immediately fell back on the pier, all the while the captain urged the men-under-arms to limit their use of lethal force.

"Sir, this lady and gentleman request to come on board."  Ottens turned around to find whom he learned went by the names Adrianna Hazard and Julian "Lazares" Fawks, the latter a citizens of Salvage.  "Of course!" replied Ottens, "please escort the lady inside and hand this gentlemen a gun to aid us in our defence."

"I am quite capable of seeing after my own protection, Thank You," said this Miss Hazard as she pulled out a weapon of most sophisticated design that had evidently been holstered besides her hip.  Briefly interrupted as he was by this pleasant surprise, Ottens did not notice that yet another robber had been able to climb upon the Promenade, and this poor chap also was immediately met with a fetal shot to the heart---and in any event the fall down would break enough bones to bring about his demise.
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« Reply #95 on: March 23, 2007, 12:37:10 am »

Lazaras leaned rather heavily on the deck railing as he tried to catch his breath. He wasn't out of shape per say, however he wasn't in the proper condition to climb, and all this exertion had done something rather nasty with his left knee. "Thank you but I have my own airship to defend. What pier are we in?" He swayed as he started to walk towards Ottens then after a pause where his right leg locked before he pitched forward, hittign the deck hard with his face.
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« Reply #96 on: March 23, 2007, 01:38:18 am »

Sir Miller, P.I.R.A.T.E.S. location: Air Space of Salvage.

With the lack of response from Salvage, Francis decided to take matters into his own hands. He called for a crewman. "Yes sir?". "I would like for you to send a message out, all channels." "Yes sir, the message?". "This is the Airship The Vigilant Eye ("Are you writing this down?""Yes sir.") we are able to help anyone that requires aid. I repeat, if you require aid in any situation. Please respond and help will be sent as soon as possible."
"Is that all sir?". Francis got up and began pacing around his office. "Yes, that will be all, thank you."
He wondered what would happen next...
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« Reply #97 on: March 23, 2007, 01:45:09 am »

Octavius, member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. Location: second deck, en route to Pier 1

Octavius was out of energy, barely able to feel his legs, he needed to rest..but the clockwork was coming, and he knew quite well that survival after such an encounter was not an option. Looking around quickly, he could see nothing to use as a distraction..

"I should hope their vision is not great, or this will be for naught" He thought, removing his weapon from its holster.
Turning a knob on the side, the gauge above it moved slowly toward the right side. "Almost there, come on...just a little further" he whispered, as the clockwork loomed over him...

NOW! Pressing the trigger at the clockwork, the weapon's gears moved, spinning rapidly. The three tubes in front churned out a thick, dense steam. "I have to leave, now, for the only weapon I have left is a blade, and I do not think such a thing would be able to harm this behemoth!"

Running around the steam cloud, Octavius sprinted toward the horizon, hoping the clockwork would be, at least, slowed for a period of time to allow his swift escape.
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« Reply #98 on: March 23, 2007, 02:01:54 am »

Captain Grey, member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. Location: Air space above the docks

With every passing minute, Grey had to move the Blue farther away from the docks. The flames began to die down, but flared up in other areas. The upgraded wing systems gave the balloon increased maneuverability, but its ill-maintained exterior was beginning to suffer from the heat and smoke. The internal gears creaked as they were pushed to their limit. It was times like these that made Grey wish she had "borrowed" a more easily-operated vessel.

She descended again, to move out of the smoke cloud. On Pier 1, and increasingly on other piers, chaos raged. She could not tell what was happening, exactly, so approached a little more. This, apparently, was too close to the action. Some bit of debris flew through the windshield, whizzing past her ear, just narrowly missing striking her in the face. Thankfully, was still wearing her goggles, or she might have been blinded by the glass shards that came with it. Startled, Grey jerked the ship to the left, just in time to graze past another balloon, who's pilots seemed to be rather unfamiliar with their ship, the way they were piloting it.

Every way she looked, her path was blocked by other ships, those in the area leaving, and others from the outside trying to force their way in, unaware of what was going on. It seemed that there was no way out, though this was no time to give in. The gondola was quickly filling with smoke, making it harder to breathe. She threw open the windows to allow for ventilation, and dropped to her knees. It was then she remembered the old gas mask buried in the large chest behind her. However, she didn't have time to search for it. In all this mess she couldn't even maintain a position, let alone rummage through all her junk and avoid a crash.

She got to her feet, then covered her mouth with her hand and leaned out the open window to get a better view. From what she could see, the only way to go was up, so ascend she did. As she rose above the other ships, she found herself deeper within the rising cloud of smoke. Visibility was greatly limited, and she hoped and prayed that no other vessel would strike hers. Collision with a larger ship would surely cost her her life. As she began to lose faith, a voice came across the radio. A man said calmly,

'This is the Airship The Vigilant Eye. We are able to help anyone that requires aid.'

The Vigilant Eye? That sounded somehow familiar. Whether or not it was someone she knew, they had offered help, and that was what Grey needed right now. She cradled the transmitter between her chin and shoulder, trying to keep her hands at the controls while still communicating. "This is..." she coughed out. "This is Captain Grey... of the Vaporous Blue. I am caught in the air... space above the docks and having trouble... escaping. I am trying to... fly out of the smo... ke right now, but any assistance... would be greatly appreciated..."
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« Reply #99 on: March 23, 2007, 02:25:49 am »

Octavius, member of P.I.R.A.T.E.S. Location: second deck, en route to Pier 1

The box in Octavius' pocket creaked out a message.

This is Captain Grey... of the Vaporous Blue. I am caught in the air... space above the docks and having trouble... escaping. I am trying to... fly out of the smo... ke right now, but any assistance... would be greatly appreciated..."

"Captain! She is in peril!" Octavius thought racing onward, full of energy once more."There is nothing I can do on the ground...I must leave it to the capable pilots and their crews, and ships, in the sky. I can only hope for her safety"

Unfortunately, the clockwork, even from the distance it was from Octavius, heard the message as well, and, the bells rang once more. "Cogs, he heard the message...Now what?" running as fast as his weary legs could continue, he ran onward, hoping for the safety of his captain, and, at this point, himself.....
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