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Dash sat back in his deck chair and watched the squabbling antics of the off beat crew of the airship, restraining himself from joining in their arguing and haraunging and chuckling inwardly at them. He propped his feet up on a small wire table and leaned back, tilting his hat over his eyes and slipping his hands behind his head.

Jenner slammed his fist onto the firing button and braced for the kickback of the harpoon launchers, but nothing happened. He realized a second too late that this was because the complex mirrored reflection system that rendered him invisible to the crew of the ship he was following took a moment to fold back into himself. He realized dully that this would render him fully visible to the ship he was tailing, but also that it was far too late for them to do anything about it. There was a metallic chunk as the harpoons fired, blasting full force into the bag and deck of the target airship. Instantly the little mechanical drones started skittering along the connecting cables towards their goal and Jenner climbed onto one of the boarding ladders, a maliscious grin on his face.

Dash was knocked off of his chair and onto his knees as the airship gave a sickening jerk and he glanced around wildly as he recognized the all to familiar sounds of ship to ship cannon fire. It was muted...harpoons? He didn't know. What he did know was that he had to get Helena out of the way. He jumped to his feet and shouted to her
"Get below decks!" As he pulled out the sawed barrel shotgun secreted in his pant leg.

Spencer, scrambling to his feet after the jolt, rushed below deck. Almost tripping over his own feet, he burst into his room, grabbing every loaded gun he had in sight. Pistols were belted to his waist and shotguns were slung over his shoulder. Ending his arms race by grabbing his ammo satchel, he dashed back up to the deck.

"Who needs guns?"

The lanky gunner produced his pistol, spinning the cylinder to make sure it was full.

Franz cursed, and opened his revolvers, spilling the spent casings out as he grabbed bullets to begin reloading as fast as he could. "Piraten! Cut das kabel! Das kabel!" Franz motioned toward the connecting cable as he closed his revolvers again, to continue shooting.

On the one hand, the fact it was mainly drones meant it was probably a skeleton crew at most against them. The fact it had sneaked in under their noses meant their defenses had been made useless. Franz wanted nothing more than to get to some of the ship's better defenses, but they'd need to separate and have the pilot begin evasive maneuvers before that would be possible. And even then, with the drones coming over it would be a hard deal.

They were likely done for, now.

"I'm just going to assume you said "Cut the cable"."

Frantically reloading his duel shotguns, he looked around for any implement that could be used to cut the blasted tether. Seeing nothing capable of cutting through steel cable, a few gears turned in Spencer's mind. He reached into his ammo bag and pulled out one of his homemade grenades: a glass jar filled with gunpowder and stopped with a large amount of paper padding, capped in wax.

"I'd advise standing back!"

Spencer was just about to roll the explosive at the cable when something dawned on him.

"...Does anyone have a match?"

Franz cried out in despair. "Cut! Cut! Not be lighting boat on fire! Madman!"

"Varlam! Varlam, come here, madman Spencer be lighting boat on fire!"

"It's a cable, Franz! Cutting isn't that easy. Now blasting, that's easy! But feel free to try while I look for a solution." Spencer rifles through his bag, hoping to find a stray match.