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The Sabre its blue-steel hull on top of Farmer Bob's prize crops, the heat of the convection current wilting the plants and starting small fires.

Kiren, black hair kept back in a bandana, peered over the wooden railing of the ship's deck. "Hmm, still got some kinks to work out."

"Alright, crew, you heard what I had to say." Marius' voice boomed over the crunching of plants and dirt underneath the ship. "Now let's get us some loot! Stay together, split up, I don't care, just carry back as much as you can." His left hand rested on the hilt of his cutlass, and his right rested on a black and red revolver. "Kuji, you're with me," he said, turning back to his aged first mate. "The rest o' you dogs, watch the ship and get ready to take off if there's trouble. I won't have ye risking m'ship just because I'm not on it!

"And ye new folks--well, ye know what to do."


opaj leaned against the mast. He was pretty sure it was just for decoration. At some point in his mind, pirate had come to mean adventurer--he'd forgotten that there would probably be pillaging involved. He shrugged. If the people were gone anyway, probably dead, didn't hurt to help himself to some of the spoils.

opaj nodded back, pushing himself off the mast to a stand. Adjusting the katana at his hip, he approached the plank that had been extended to the ground.

"Where to begin," he said to no one in particular. "Palace, mansions, or... hm."

"Ah," opaj nodded, setting foot on terra firma. "Not a bad idea. We new guys gotta watch each others backs, yeah?"

Meanwhile, Angelbell would be in stealth follow mode.

"So, thattaway?" opaj pointed towards the Palace Dome. "Looks rich. Let's go."


Cap'n Marius would stay behind until some more of his new recruits left the ship.

"I didn't realize you wanted company."

The words would drawl out, even as a pair of greaved feet hit the ground, causing the cloak that was worn around the knelt figure to swell out, before conforming to the shape of the body again.

Standing up, a single yellowed eye stared out towards Opaj and Dzan. "Do you want your hand held as well?" He grinned that familiar s**t-eating grin that he had flashed to the punk at the finals so long ago...

Cocking his head to the side, he watched everyone else getting off the ship, before turning back and looking around their landing point. He had talked a bit with the Captain in the bar beforehand, and then kept to himself in order to keep track of who was joining up... he hadn't even revealed himself to the rest until now, content with bundling up and sleeping through the ride to Fairchild.

+++"Gak off. If you want the real treasures you'll follow suit!" And thus he went off towards the Palace Dome.

"Yea, sure-- whatever you want."

He closed his eyes, shrugging both shoulders as he began trailing both men.

If you think about it, the first place to really check would be where the people in charge are supposed to be. If Victor really did have something to do with this...then there's no better place to look. His right eye settled on the backs of both men, even as he turned to give one last look back at the airship.

"...."

And he continued on towards the Palace. Maybe he should have brought a sack with him.

"Hey, what's a fine lady like yourself doing in a burning field like this?" The voice was as accented as it had been in the bar, and spoken with a tone mocking the dingy place to Jolene.

Caesar attempted to make the ensuing dismount from the upper decks look graceful. It was not; he stumbled slightly and ended up throwing a hand out behind himself to catch the side of the airship on the way down. The hand went through the sides of the vessel, breaking through the modern siding as if it were water. The metal was smooth and undamaged in its wake, but had still served to slow his descent to the point where he landed on his feet. Barely.

"That looks interesting." He gave a quick smile to Jolene before gesturing towards the dim buildings of Happy Resting.