Wings

[Luna]

Skye heard another person enter the bar. A women who looked rather stern. Skye only took a few seconds to look at her, hoping she wouldn't raise suspicion. She saw the woman eyeing her and motioned for her to come sit down. Skye just hoped she wouldn't get into any trouble as she didn't have anyone with her. She usually had the boys from her carrier wing along with her. She knew pirates were common, and this women looked like one. She had several blades scattered around her body and looked like she had the attitude for piracy. Skye put her wings on the back of the chair readying them in case she had to make an escape. Skye's first greeting probably could have been better spoken.
"What do you want?" Skye said but immediately regretted it.

[Error]

Pandora limped towards port, trying to conserve fuel and lifting gas. Slowing and shifting towards the moring mast, the pirates aboard tossed lines, secured latches, and prepared to offload cargo. Sieball grabbed a winch and swung out over the landing field, dropping down. Hitting the dirt, he worked his way towards the warehouse, intending to grab more repair equipment.

(I assume pirates have their own ports and sky cities, cats?)

[Crash Override]

APPLICATION

Name: Lawrence Nightingale

Gender: Male

Age:25

Race (wings, other features): Human

Role/Profession: Airship Commander

Skills: some skills as engineer and gunner. Also skilled with blades and muskets.

Flaws: Sometimes a little pragmatic

Personality: A Zero : nothing,but with infinite potential to changes.

Backstory: His father left the Zephirus for him as a trading ship. After some attacks,it was outfitted with some weapons and now is used by Lawrence to make a living. As member of the Iron Corps [a band of Vigilantes ] he just try to do the right thing with the power invested in his command.

Image/Music:

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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wi5FhFEY3mM[/youtube]

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armament of the ship: 4 x machinegun turrets [.50 cal],extra insulating material to seal the hull and the baloon in case of breach, air-mine launcher [launch a small ballon with a payload,floating in the air creating a minefield] . Frontal iron plow to break ships.

[cats]

@ Error: Some accept pirates more readily. Most civilian ports have an unspoken hear-naught know-naught policy. There are a few former-pirate owned resupply vessels and harbours to the south, and one or two floating havens out to sea.

LS, accepted, but you're going to need a little more hydrogen.

BIC

Adriel sat and examined her target, ignoring its inquiry. The woman handled herself as a military pilot would, her charisma, dark grey wing plumage, and features certainly matched the description of Heckledo. Adriel sensed anxiety under the annoyed visage. She gave her best attempt at a cordial smile to ease Skye's obvious apprehension and tried to employ an uncharacteristically business-like, chipper tone.

"Ms. Heckledo I've heard quite a bit about you."

"I assume you would, we aren't the most low profile of operations." Skye said, in a neutral tone. "May I ask what you're here for?"

"Here because I'm fan of your work. And skill, particularly your... flying." Not exactly a lie.

"Yeah I'm a pretty good flyer, both in and out of the cockpit. Sounds like you are recruiting me."

Adriel chuckled and smiled genuinely. "Observant, good. This isn't the first offer you've received, then?"

"Not at all. I seriously doubt you have a ship capable of holding my plane, anyway, much less launching and landing it. And if you aren't interested in the plane you are going to have to do some serious persuading." Skye spoke quickly and started tapping a finger on the table.

"Yes. Yes, I do have something of a proposition... How many successful missions have you run? Forty-six? -Seven?"

"I personally don't know, I'd have to look in the records. Above thirty-five, at least."

Adriel extracted a patch of blue fabric with several golden bars stitched into it, the insignia of captain. "Fifty-eight missions as a pilot, fifty ships brought down. seventeen separate campaigns, three as captain."

"Where did you get these?" Skye's voice was a mix of confusion and anger. "Who are you? You aren't the kind of person that would normally want my services."

"They're mine, I promise." Adriel recovered the patch and slid it back into her jacket's breast pocket. "Few call me Adriel, some call me Captain. You probably know me as The Raven." The corners of her mouth turned upward into a grim smile.

"You've been doing your research. How long've you been watching us? I didn't notice any ships following us. And yes I do know you." Skye nervously glanced around the room.

"Aye. Most of it's been word-of-mouth, but you're no secret, all one has to do is pick up a print. So no, I haven't been following you. Not physically. Stalk an Angel-class! Hah! No. To anyone with experience, that's suicide. I served on Angel before I got my own ship. Relax, we're alone."

"Thats what i'm worried about... Alright, so this proposition, I want to hear it now." Skye looked back at Raven.

"I was just a year younger than you when I... err... Business, then. My business, as I'm sure you're well aware, is a rather high-risk affair. I enjoy having skilled associates. My crew is a fine one, however recent events have driven me to obtain more, shall we say, specialized comrades."

"May I inquire on these events? What are raids like, and how do you plan to use my so said skills?"

"I'm sure you can imagine why pilotry is an invaluable asset, and I assure you that you'll be able to take full advantage of your skills, however I also need you for your... ah... other attributes."

"Other attributes" Skye raised an eyebrow. "Few questions though. One: do you expect me to fly escort or is this a carrier sized vessel? Two: I'm not good with any kind of weapon unless it's on a flying vehicle, and what else could you possible want me for?"

"Preparations have been made for your craft. You're the first of a line of elites that I wish to recruit. The first because... You know you're known for more than your flying skills, airman? You possess a certain feminine charm that I, uh, somehow lack." Adriel winked as she slouched into her chair and hoisted her boots onto the adjacent table, crossed.

"I see, alright. You make a much more convincing offer than the other pirates that come my way, they're always unprepared and never know what they're looking for. You got yourself a deal, i'll start packing my things. I assume you know what you need to properly keep a plane in working order?"

"You seem pretty eager to be loose of service... Of course, a proper mechanic and the works. Be quick about it, the Navy isn't fond of letting equipment and deserters go off at a whim. Aesir casts off at midnight. Rendezvous with us a half hour after, we'll be a mile southeast. You can fly dark, can't you?"

"I'm aware, and yes I can. It's a requirement. Not many ships are capable of holding planes so i'm going to tell you now you had better got a proper runway lined up. See you then."

Adriel nodded and watched as her new recruit left. Much easier than she had anticipated. Hopefully the next candidates on her list would be this simple. She removed a folded piece of paper from her jacket pocket and crossed out 'SKYE HECKLEDO.' When she replaced the list, stood and withdrew a gold coin. With the coin in her hand, she put a finger to her lips and slid it to the barkeep, then walked out of the door and towards the docking tower. The sky was just beginning to darken.

[Archduke Daynel, PhD]

In the bridge of the Parasite, Captain Carl Marcanto was watching the sunset.
"It disturbs me," he said just as much to himself as to the soldier standing behind him, "knowing that this beautiful scene could me interrupted at any moment by one of those flying bags of filth."
The soldier nodded in agreement. "Aye, Sir, them seagulls can be a real pain in th' arse."
Carl simply stared at him. "Pirates. I'm talking about pirates."
"Oh, aye," the soldier said, slightly embarrassed, "them are some pains in th' arse as well."
Carl sighed. "So, who are you and what did you want to tell me?"
"Private Andrew McCarney," the soldier said and saluted, "I was sent tae tell you that the officers' dinner is ready"
"Finally, I was wondering why it took so long."
He gave the sunset a final look. "You have my permission to return to whatever you're supposed to do" he said, and started walking towards the mess hall.

[Crash Override]

Lawrence was taking care of manning the ship over Stormhold skies.

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Stormhold is a huge flying city,suspended by hydrogen balloons and magnetic suspensors. The big coils of the city capture the eletric energy of the storms that are a commonplace at this part of the world,making eletricity something common and very well applied to the local ships with thunder barrels [some sort of cannon launching eletric discharges]. [THe city of stormhold is Tesla Punk.] The city is supplied with a garrisson of fast eletric planes and is the trading center of the Union

The last storm was good to resupply the stormbarrels ammo,and he was with a good cargo of spices,so he would make good money. Lefting his ship ported at the docks,he made his way to the vigilante headquarters,south part of the town.

[Error]

Pandora's engines thundered as they pushed the ship skward. Heading out again, this time, in a force 10 ships strong.

Sieball strolled into the hangar, located the XO, and wandered over.
"Boss. Why the fleet? Nobody would say jack before we lifted."

"Military take force is closin' in on Eastpoint Harbor. S'far as we know, this is a chance encounter, but we're gonna convince them to bugger off anyhow."

Sieball nodded to himself and took a walk, gauging possibly weak spots in the hull and judging the engines' state. This one might be tough.

[Luna]

Skye was hastily packing essential belongings constantly glancing over her shoulder at the window to the hall way. Skye shouldered a duffle bag and put on a back pack. She was just about to walk out when someone knocked on the door. "Who could be up at this hour?" she muttered to herself. She cast aside the bags and opened the door. Skye opened the door to find her second in command of the fighter wing.
"Hello Joseph," Skye looked at the large hulk of a man. He was thought of as a gentle giant by the way he always put others before himself but could really wreak havoc when the time called for.
"Hey Skye we were just about to head out to the bar. I was told to ask you if you wanted to come with," Joseph said smiling and putting one hand in his pocket while putting his other on the door frame.
"It's a little late to go to the bar don't you think?"
"Nah it's never to late for a drink!"
"Well no thanks, I'm sure you boys will cope without me."
"Suit yourself," Joseph said walking off down the hall to the other waiting three.
"I'm sure you will do fine Joseph..." she whispered to herself turning to grab her bags. She waited until the voices died down and then slowly crept to the hanger. Just as she expected it was empty, once she got the engine started up though she would have to get out of there fast. She walked up to her plane and looked at it's dorsal gun. "Shoot I forgot to tell Adriel that I need a gunner." She threw her bags in the gunner's seat and climbed over to the cockpit. Skye did one final look around the hangar before starting up the engine. She unlocked the breaks and put the throttle forward turning the plane onto the runway. With the fighter wing out at the bar the carrier had no pilots capable of chasing after her. Skye put her plane on full throttle and looked back into the hangar once more. She saw some people yelling and screaming, franticly running around but they soon disappeared as she flew into the night sky. The port and the zeppelin slowly fading behind her.

Skye saw a low flying ship in the darkness. It looked like the landing lights were on and the ship was moving forward to help accommodate for her planes motion. Skye let the planes hook and landing gear unfold. She assumed that the ship wouldn't have any arresting cables but she would land as if it did. Her wheels touched down on the runway and she put her plane back at maximum power. A pleasant surprise it was when her plane slowed down to a gentle halt on the run way. Skye put the brakes on and stopped the engines while she got out to talk to Adriel.