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Sickle wouldnt be given a hour. No, from around the mountain top one of the Spy-Planes comes back, smoke trailing from one of its wings. Swooping down, it targets Sickle and the girl in his arms. A panel underneath opens up and a guided missle pops out and rockets out, just in time, for the Zepplin comes round about, its guns firing madly. Bullets smash into the plane, and the snow around it as the plane rocked about and then started to decend, heading towards sickle. With a roar of engines, the Zepplin tore forward, a manipulator arm stretching forward and knocking the plane out of the way, the wreckage smashing into the mountainside off to the side of Sickle. Afterwards the Zepplin moves in a little closer to Sickle *If he was still moving* And a brown fox head pokes over the railing, looking down curiously.

Upon closer inspection, there was a emblem on the side of the ship. A brown tail that morphed into a wing the farther back it went, surrounded by a blue circle. It was called the Far Wing, and belong to a adventurous Fox known for his strong need for gambling. Said fox, seeing that Sickle was alright, and wasnt about to attack waved a hand and shouted down in a gruff voice.

"Hey! Pretty dang cold down there for a trek like this! How about I give ya a Ride? All I ask for in return is a story!" Leaning back, the Fox head disappears and then reappears with a coiled rope ladder posed to go over the side.

The fox actually seemed surprised that Sickle had a unconcious girl with him. The deck of the Farwing was actually quite luxurious, complete with padded benches with belts and everything. At the far end was a stairwell going down. All serious, the fox *Who Sickle could now see had a tiny scar underneath his left eye* nods.
"Right, a womans life at stake, my ship is yours!"
Moving to the steering wheel, he presses a button, several mirror like objects rising from the decking around him, showing every part of the ship. No surprise attack for this Fox!
"Just tell me where to go!" He said with a grin. Looks like things where going to be interesting!

The fox nods and grins. "Best hold on then!" Leaning to the left, he flips a switch. Immediatly the Ship part starts to rise towards the Ballons, clamps slaming down, preventing the two from seperating. In the now dark area floodlights brighten the room, and a holo-projector shows everything that is going on around the ship. Looking back, the Fox says

"We'll be there right fast."

And then he flips open a case with a big red button underneath. Hitting the button there was a loud roar as the Engines went into Afterburner mode, rocketing the ship foreward even faster then it could normally do. There was no G-diffuser in the ship, so they would both be yanked backwards, the fox holding on tightly to the steering wheel.

"Usually for Emergencies! Get us anywhere in a hurry, but I only have a short supply of fuel for it!"

On the holoprojectors the landscaped flashed by.

The fox blinks and looks back at him.

"WHAT?" And with that, the ship rockets over the designation point, looking like a oversized missle with a blue trail instead of red. Quickly, the fox starts pressing buttons and flipping switches, and with a jerk the engines sputter and stop. With a loud creak, the ship part starts to fall, only to be caught by the emergency latches. There was a sinking feeling as the entire thing started to fall.

"Oh gees...stupid emergency cutoff switch." The fox mutters, and flips open another case. Rapidly he starts to flip a switch, and elsewhere above them the engine could be heard stuttering, trying to come to life, each flick of the switch followed by a round of cursing from the fox.

The Fox continues to flick the switch, and manages to get the engines going. Turning with a grin he was about to say something when there was a loud crash, and they would all be thrown to the deck.

The plummeting ship had gotten its legs back, but not in time to slow its decent enough to stop it from slamming into the ground, and destroying much of the lower half of the ship, and shaking many important parts in the upper section.


The lights where low and flickering, sparks flying from various locations. The Fox picked himself off the deck and wiped some blood away from his mouth, a sour look on his face as he looks for a tooth he was sure he was missing.

"Guess we dont have to worry about the ladder, or the means off. You two okay?" He looked over at Sickle.

The Fox grimaces and nods.

"The upper section should be alright, but I wouldnt count on going anywhere with it. All the controls are down here."

Turning, he heads off to the cabin section and mutters to himself.

"Very good. Get a passenger. One of your first in a very long time, and you wreck the ship. Very impressive..." Going down the ladder, his voice disappears as he does.

As he does, the ship settles some more, and a compartment opens up, a paper gliding out. Drifting conviently along the wind, it would end up at Sickles Feet, face up. It had a picture of a rustic town, and the worlds

"Looking for any able bodied warriors willing to defend our town! Three-Rivers is in trouble, under siege from the Forces of Robotnik! Reward, Fame, Fortune!"

Underneath it was another note, one addressed to the Fox. If he read it, Sickle would find:

"Gear, Im trusting you to take good care of my airship. Im gonna win it back from you in our next card game! Anyways, put her to good use, looking for the warriors that everybody is talking about. Those people fighting the good fight you know? Well, when you do find em (cause there is no way the FarWing cant find what your looking for) you bring em back. They seem like the gambling kind. Wonder if they know Spikes 'n' Spades." This was written in a well developed flowing hand.

Fiora was sorta...dazed at the moment. Having been thrown about and shown things that would haunt her dreams for years to come, she wast to sure how she was going to deal with it. And there was also the survivor camp that they where located at the moment.

Looking about from her lonely seat on a neaby rock, she couldnt see Soul at the moment. She wasnt to sure if she wanted to as well. IT was back, its muted whisperings digging into her mind and soul, filling her with hatred and darkness. Her right arm burned badly, the essence that infused the horrid flesh writhering about after the brief contact with the Dark One. She shivers and looks away from the camp, only to see something rushing towards them at high speeds.

Heart racing, mind beliving that it could be any number of the Dark Ones creatures, she cries out loudly as she jumps up, her hand suddenly engulfed in a hungry fire. With a gasp of fear, she swipes towards the figure and a black fireball arcs towards Sickle, fairly inexpertly.