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(Patience is a virtue, for me it's a curse. Also give you more time to over explain things :3 )

Erimentha moved very quickly for someone wearing such heavy looking clothing and half carried half dragged Aster after her when Aj started to run.
"Aj FIND SOMEWHERE TO HIDE!" She yelled out and kept sprinting.
With her free hand she tucked away her cane into her coat and rummaged around.
"Where is that blasted death ray when I need it. It's always there when I get attacked by blasted pirates but not when I'm being attacked by a walker, for steams sake!!!" She growled under her breath as her hand closed around the handle.
"Bout time." She twisted while she ran aimed and fired at one of the main pistons on the walker then bolted.

The Airship which arrived to collect Daniels and Mr Tinker was not what Daniels was expecting. It was an older merchant class Airship one of the privateer class models used to raid the Hispanic Empires vast Galleon Airships. A capable fighter but one which was so small it could be piloted by three people. Hardly the sort of vessel which Daniel wished to travel to York in. The Captain of the airship was particularly sociable much to Daniels annoyance as he did not want Mr Tinker to learn much about the world he had come to, as a guest he would have preferred him to remain in blissful ignorance until it was to late.

The Captain however seemed to want to talk ceaselessly about everything that he had heard about in the Glasgow bars. "Apparently the Rusks have decided to join the war in Europe on the side of the Continental Alliance. As usual the Americans don't want to get involved what with all the trouble with the Pan-Pacific Empire. The Apache Federation and the Plains Indians wouldn't let them send troops over anyway, given half a chance they would seize the Louisiana and the Spanish Colonies from California to Mexico right back off them." The Captain said barely able to stand up straight.
"Your drunk." Daniels said brushing the Captains arm off his shoulder "Im not," he said indigently "Its just the world thats moving not me." he laughed forgetting his indigence "It doesn't matter anyway from what the Scotts told me the Skandanavians have a new secret weapon which they got from the Gateway here. They are apparently taking it to their colonies in America, far from the British Empires reach. Don't know what it is but if its important enough that they would come here its got to be big."
"Thats enough, get back to your job." Daniel said aware that Mr Tinker was listening intently. "Mr Tinker if you would kindly take a seat I have a call to make."

Daniel watched the Captain wheel around from making his way to the bridge from the reception area "Oh that reminds me, calls…. Got one from the signal station we are to pick up some offworlders from Durham before we go to York."
"You do know that they destroyed a walker?" Daniels asked
"Thats why im not drunk." The Captain replied with a smile, apparently amused by his own wit.

Once the Captain was out of sight, Daniels walked to a smaller side room evidently one of the crews quarters and dialled the office of the Earl of Northumbria at Alnwick. "Hello you have reached the office of the Earl of Northumbria Lindsey speaking." a chirpy voice replied.
"Hello it is agent Daniels can I speak to the Earl please."
"Oh its you, give me a second and I will try and connect you." Lindsey said flatly. A couple of seconds later a click was heard and then a voice said "Hello Mr Daniels how can I be of assistance to our honoured guest from Wessex."
"What is this I here of us been sent to apprehend the offworlders near Durham, surely you know about the weapon they have with them."
"Of course, I do. I was also expecting your call. The solution is fairly simple, both of us know that the vessel is incapable of apprehending the offworlders and since the court in London has sent all of our capable vessels to aid their war on the continent I have to be seen to be doing something. Now it would not be my fault if a prisoner happened to escape and kill the crew of the vessel sent to capture the offworlders. Nor would it be my fault if that vessel happened to be stolen by them so that they were no longer my problem would it. If you managed to escape then you were never on it as I am sure my records will attest."
"I see, it is perfectly plausible."
"Good then I look forward to seeing you later, or preferably not." the connection immediately went dead as the Earl hung up his phone.

Daniels left the crew compartment and checked his pistol "Mr Tinker it was a pleasure knowing you, in a couple of seconds the Airship will start to go down. All you need to do is go to the crew compartment and depress the central pedal near the steering wheel to land the craft." Daniel closed the lock on the pistol and left the reception area, three shots were heard and then as Daniel said the vessel began to descend. Of Mr Daniels their was no trace.

The Earl of Northumberland thanked the servant who had brought him the phone and dismissed him. It was going to be a good day. His spies had located the Skandanavian monarchs only exiled son at the tender age of six. Why paranoid monarchs didn't just kill them he would never know, but alas his paranoia would be proven quite true. The man was mad and as such a liability to the Earls plans. He had been useful though, easy to convince that it would be a good idea to capture Lord Ashen the inventor of the trans-dimensional gateway on the Anachronism and easily convinced to send him to the colonies in America, far from the British Empires reach. It was always a good day when a plan comes together.

Tinker listened to the shots that rang out from somewhere on the ship. He had just been set free, but he suspected foul play. It was very unlikely that these people's idea of a greeting for a prisoner was to give him his freedom and kill the crew of a ship set to deliver him into the hands of a malevolent empire, one wouldn't be able to build a successful evil empire on such tactics.

The news of other offworlders intrigued Tinker, could it be the Good Lord Ashen and his crew of intrepid adventurers? And what of this secret weapon the drunken captain was going on about? Many new opportunities were presenting themselves so suddenly. Tinker hardly had the means to take down an entire empire, but he was crafty and had already started thinking of ways to work this situation to his advantage.

"First matters first" He said to himself as he rose from the chair and walked to the bridge controls, shoving the slumped over body of the captain into the floor. He wouldn't be able to fly it by himself but he was no stranger to an airship and the technology was surprisingly similar to his world's.

He managed to slow the ship's rapid decent which was most likely due to some damage to the engine during his captor's execution of the crew. Tinker spotted a small clearing a ways off in the forest ahead of him, it would be the perfect place to set the ship down if he could manage. It would take search parties a while to locate such a small vessel amidst the trees, allowing Tinker plenty of time to beat a hasty retreat and sufficiently cover his tracks.

Tinker adjusted his landing course and watched as the ship slipped into the clearing. The entire hull shook as the bottom struck the ground. The ship skidded across the surface and right into a patch of trees along the edge of the clearing. The trees bent and crackled but they held the small vessel with surprising strength.

Tinker had been thrown from his position at the helm during the bumpy landing, his mechanical arms assisted him in standing as he looked up through the now shattered windows to see how the landing had gone. Aside from the rough patches it was a success. He dusted off his vest and straightened his hat.

"Well then, let's see what we have to work with." He grinned and turned to leave the bridge and step out into a strange new world. Tinker was out to wreak some havoc in the most gentlemanly way possible.

"Is violence really the best solution?" Aster asked dryly, extricating himself from the woman's grip. "I shouldn't mean to criticize the effectiveness of your method, but rally Madam, was that not a trifle excessive?" At the same time, he was walking deeper into the woods at a steady clip, and sorting through his bag for something. He began to bolt an odd assortment of coils, tubes, wires and gears together into something approximating a rifle. He pointed it at a cluster of flowers, and seemed to smile faintly at how they frosted over as a jet from the device hit them. Then he looked at a gauge, and his smile became a frown. "Well, it uses too much CGE to be an effective freezer, but I suppose I've done a passable job at reinventing the fire extinguisher."

"We were only told to apprehend you, nothing more. Since we were provided with only a piece of junk to do it, none of can see a good reason to die trying." One of the crew said. The others nodded in agreement.
"Its not like they would care if we died, whats it matter if a few grunts get killed." another crew member said.
"Hey they would be more upset that the walker got destroyed than if we die." The spotter pointed out to further nods of agreement from the crew. "We are dead anyway for letting the machine get damaged." he added after a seconds thought.
"On about that we are definitely dead if we get seen talking to you." The gunner said hinting heavily.

Activity at all please?

((Yeah, I don't really want to go any further until I can either meet you guys or am given some more information about the lay of the land. At this point in time I don't know if you guys are walking towards me or away from me. I will at least get out onto the road you are on for now.))

Tinker walked through the thick foliage of the small but surprisingly dense forest, hacking and twisting the vegetation with one of his powerful robotic limbs until the forest gave way to a path shadowed by the overhanging tree limbs.
"Were I not fleeing for my life this might be a rather nice place for an afternoon stroll."
Tinker looked down at his boots, though the rest of his clothing had been kept disturbingly clean throughout his whole ordeal his boots had started to scuff and pick up mud.
"And, how I do love wandering aimlessly in the wilderness in my finest attire."
He looked the path up and down, trying to pick the best possible route.