[center][h3]Arno Arrotyr[/h3][/center]

	Arno stormed towards his Akula, the guards and prisoners making sure to give him a wide berth, they all heard and saw him yell down a member of the 13 Heads, even if Arno didn't know it. And he he had his pistol in his hand, the large, triple barreled handgun that looked like a rifle carbine in the hands of the small statured Harvin. Arno seethed anger at this point, as he got closer he saw more of his airship taken apart. The gun barrels were screwed out, they were examining the rifling. He glanced back to his escort and made sure they were following him, hot on his heels. He looked back to his sky camouflaged airship and pointed at it.
"I want you to screw those barrels back in tight, as tight as you can and then some, then lower the engine back into its housing with the crane. Do. Not. Touch. Anything else. I will reattach the ammunition and hook the engine back in." He ordered, pointing at each of the cannon barrels, engine and crane with his free hand. He holstered his sidearm and hopped onto the wing of the airship, his first action was to start reattaching all the connections the prison engineers had taken apart.

	It had taken him minutes, minutes too long. As soon as he screwed in the last panel, he picked up the heavy cannon shell clips and slotted them back into the internal magazines in the wings. Each clip snapped into place with a satisfying click, and Arno swept his fingers across the arm sized cannon shells, tipped in a rainbow assortment of black, red, and yellow stripes. He knew each color and color combination by heart, but to an outsider these cannon shells were just painted strangely. He slotted the panel back into place, completing the wing. As soon as the engine was back into place, he jumped onto the fuselage of the plane and walked down it to the engine section, he sat on the plane and leaned down, connecting fuel lines, wires, and screwing it into place. Arno rushed the work, but he made sure everything was secure before placing the fuselage covering over it. Arno then walked over to the cockpit and hopped in, they hadn't messed around with the instrumentation in here, thankfully. A quick check and he found that everything was in place. The small Harvin pulled the flight helmet over his head and secured his mask into place. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, feeling the air bladders of his flight suit fill and hug him tightly.

	Then he started the engines. They rumbled to life, and Arno gave it a nudge. The volume increased and the Akula inched forwards to the middle of the hanger. He turned the front wheel and he pointed the nose towards the exit, towards the massive creature. He checked each flight control surface,, the ailerons, elevators, stabilizers. The flaps, slats, air breaks, rudders. Each piece moved flawlessly, and it was a sight to behold, seeing all of the panels, flaps and pieces move on the small airship. Once everything had passed his checks, he extended the flaps to takeoff position and steady increased the engine throttle. The two engines in the booms whined to an earsplitting volume, shooting out waves of heat. Then Arno clicked the afterburners and booster in. The exhaust from the engines rippled to life, veritable jets of fire shot out from the three engines and Arno released the breaks. The Akula lurched forward, gaining speed with every second. As soon as the wheels took off from the hanger deck, Arno pulled them back into the plane, the landing gear tucking themselves into the body of the airship. He then banked left and pulled up and away from the creature as he was leaving the hanger bay. The engine noise must have caught the Primal Beasts attention.

	Arno tucked the flaps back in and kept on looking back, checking his mirrors and altitude dial. He was steadily gaining, but he kept the nose at only a 5 degree angle. He needed speed more than anything else, and to get that speed he hit his afterburners and booster engine and kept at it for longer than he was comfortable for. As soon as he was able, he cut the booster and pulled back the afterburners. He turned his Akula gracefully to point the nose of his airship at the massive beast, now some hundred meters away. He swallowed and took a deep breath. He checked his airspeed. It was decent enough, not too slow as to be an easy target, not too fast as to make maneuvers hard. He then pulled the trigger on his joystick. The twin cannons of his airplane shot out one round each, slamming into the side of the beast. Arno quickly banked right and pulled up, dodging a massive tentacle, then he moved his legs, his rudders to the right. He kept his banking turn and converted it into a barrel roll, dodging yet another tentacle. This brought his guns right at the beast again, Arno quickly cycled the cannons and fired again, slamming another two shells into the side of the creature. This time aimed at the base of where some tentacles were. His goal was to wound it, at least make it painful to move his arms. If leaving the hanger in his Akula didn't get the beasts attention before, the cannons surely did now.