[h1][color=slategray]Jolly Gutters[/color][/h1]
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[color=39b54a]"Hail and respond, unknown vessel. This is the Air Traffic Control Tower aboard the Kushrina Mercantile Navy. State your bearing and purpose or you will be targeted as a Pirate. Over."[/color]

Gutters let out something of a growl as the words sounded through the airship. Without much though, he replied in a yell, [color=slategray]"MY skin! MY endeavor! MY reward! NOT YOURS."[/color]

Almost instinctively, he placed his hands upon the airship's thrust lever and pushed it forward, causing it to accelerate towards the massive fleet in the distance, very much blind to - or ignorant of - the danger such an action posed. There was more chatter on the radio, but he wasn't listening. A retching, snapping sound worked its way through the back of his head. His eye was set on... something. He didn't know what or where. But he was moving forward, very fast, without thinking.

Suddenly, a low clap in the distance. And several more following it.

The airship jolted as one of the shots from the fleet connected. Gutters reeled back, and two more shots landed on the hull. After the third one, the glass over the cockpit broke, and the locator artifact that brought him here jumped out of the airship, falling to the obscurity of the land beneath. Gutters braced himself as the airship dipped downward and quickly began to lose altitude. And he caught only a mere glimpse of a city below him, before smoke and fire clouded his vision.

Within moments, the airship descended upon the docks of Coldiron. The frontmost came into contact, and sparks flew as the wreck  skidded along the dock. Within moments, it stopped, thanks to a few posts and crates blocking its path.

Inside the flaming wreck, Gutters quickly jumped back into action. He grit his teeth and his eye widened. He shot up, pistol and sword both well and armed.

[color=slategray]"SERENDIPITOUS."[/color] He yelled, as he kicked down the loosely-hinged cockpit door.