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After about four hours on the road, Payam, Katheryan, Kiimi, Jarred and Auberi finally reached Lakavia. Entering the city proper, the car headed toward the Aerodrome. After some time in traffic, they reached a parking lot adjacent to the Aerodrome.

"Kath?" Payam turned to look at Katheryne. "Take my car and go back to the capital."

She looked at him and then briefly glance back toward Jarred, Kiimi and Auberi. "What about you guys?"

"We'll be fine. I'll contact you once we make it there."

Kath sighed, begrudgingly agreeing. "Fine."

Jarred sar on top of the back trunk, watching for anything behind them the entire trip. His legs were crossed with one elbow resting on his knee and the other arm holding into the large antimaterial rifle that rested on his shoulder. When they parked, Jarred hopped off and 'streatched his gears' as he put it. He watched Payam's exchange with the girl. He decided to wait on questioning him about it, for whem they had time to sit and plan, till then, they needed an airship. "When your ready Payam, we need to secure a ship. The faster the better."

He walked to the car and leaned to the windownto Auberi and Kiimi. Kiimi was asleep with her head resting on Auberi's shoulder, her breathing had returned to normal and seemed fine now.

“I’m not saying those six inch guns don’t come in handy,” Jac said as he and Beatrix walked across the aerodrome, pointing at another ship at a mooring tower, “but who really needs that much firepower? The bigger guns just weigh you down, I’d rather outrun anything our seven pounders can’t handle.

“Besides, have you seen how much those guns cost? Frankly I’m happy we got to keep four of those .55-inch AA gun mounts… though the cost of ammo when we use them is painful,” Jac finished with a grumble, the crinkling of the letter in his pocket reminding him of exactly how much he owed still. He was certain it was magic how the bank continued to locate him every time they made port and sent him a ‘payment due’ reminder. With any luck they’d have a contract and be on the move before the bank got impatient, he was mostly caught up on payments, which is why he’d been able to afford many of the repairs. But he always tried to be vague about how much exactly they owed, last thing he needed was his crew deserting because they thought their next payment would be sucked up by the bank.

“Anyways,” Jac said as they approached the edge of the Aerodrome field, “where do you want to start? Local bar? Harbormasters? Or just side of the street in that dress?”

"We could try searching the bar too if you acted like you were with me in order to avoid any harassment and me breaking someone's nose... But you are still covered in oil and grease! I'm definitely not letting you touch me like this. Hmpf!" Beatrix said, looking to Jac and making sure he wouldn't get her hair or dress dirty.

"That said, It shouldn't be that hard... I suppose anyone looking for a ship, assuming they don't have a specific one in mind or any contacts, will probably try going to the harbormaster's office for some information. On our way there if we see anyone who definitely doesn't look like they belong here, much like myself, the chances they might be searching for a ship are quite good." Beatrix completed, with a smug smile as if her logic was simply perfect.

Almost as if Beatrix was foreseeing the future with her words, as soon as she finished saying that and quickly scanned the surroundings, a very... interesting figure called her attention.

"See? I am always right." Beatrix said to Jac, smugly as she pointed towards a tall, strange man carrying an impossibly big anti-material rifle and covered in metal. Definitely not something you would see everyday. The man in question had just gotten out of a car and was leaning on the window, talking to someone inside.

"We should wait a little bit before talking to him... Or else we're just going to look like weirdos, interrupting him out of nowhere and asking if he is looking for a ship." Beatrix finished, looking to Jac and awaiting his decision.

“I’m not that bad,” Jac grumbled looking down at his hands, he’d gotten most of it off earlier. If she’d mentioned it earlier, he could have cleaned up more. Though he really didn’t have any clothing as fancy as her dress.

Looking up as Beatrix pointed out the metal man with a big gun, “they look like trouble… trouble means big risk… and big rewards. But I don’t see how someone with that big a weapon just hanging around wouldn’t already have a ship lined up.”

Kiimi started to wake up, hearing Jarred's voice talk to Payam. She leaned up to see where they were and was instantly fascinated by the industrial town. She had never seen airships before, and now there were so many! She got out a bit excitedly to see them fly in and out of port, trying to keep herself calm all the while, but she couldn't hold back the smile. "Papa, they are all so amazing! Are we really going to fly on one?"

Content with Kiimi's apparent health, he nodded, placing his free hand on his hip. "Yep, we sure are, but it won't be a pleasure cruise. Once we get in the air and out of here, I will have to explain to everyone what is going on. I see all that gas has worked its way out of your system, are you feeling better?"

Kiimi nodded, "I am feeling great, the air here is already better than back at home, I wonder how it is in the countryside here." She said with a smile before looking around. Her smile seemed to quickly fade however as she saw the people. Many moving past where they were stared at them. Jarred was quite noticeable, but her... when they went from Jareed to her, their faces turned from surprise to mixes of panic and disgust, some going so far as to hasten their pace and cover their mouths with a handkerchief. Some even had hateful glares, wondering how any outcast would dare come into town and spread their filth. Kiimi quickly felt uncomfortable in and looked down. "M-may I...have my mask please..."
Jarred sighed, if he could give these people an evil eye he would. He got out her mask and overwear that she would normally wear out in public to cover herself. "No problem, little one, here you go...," he said as he reached to her bag of stuff that he prepared for her and handed her the gear. She solemnly put it on, mask and all, and stood close to Jarred. Jarred placed a hand on her shoulder. "Oi, you see that ship right there?"

"Mhmm," she quietly replied, slowly looking up to it.

"Its an AC-244," he said pointing up to it in the docks, "a light scouting vessel. It should be perfect for what we need. How would you like to ride on one of the fastest models of ships around, eh?"

Kiimi seemed to shift around a bit exitedly as she looked up to it. "I-I think it will be fun, to stand at the front and just feel the wind...I would like that a lot."

"Then it's decided! Now we just have to run up there and see if we can catch the captain," Jarred said.

Auberi had kept still as a statue to prevent waking Kiimi. For some reason, she always seemed to spend her sleeping time on his shoulder or with her head on his lap. He didn't mind. The company was quite nice. He simply stayed patiently still, legs crossed and one arm wrapped securely around her torso.

Arriving in town, Jarred started to chat with Payam, causing Kiimi to wake up. Auberi took the opportunity to slip out of the car adn stretch his legs. He smoothed out his skirt and blouse before checking his braid, making sure it still looked nice. He then looked back at the two. "Yes, well, we should be prepared to stick out. We all look odd for an aerodome. I imagine the captain may already know about our presence."

His eyes scanned every person nearby, eventually locking onto Beatrix. She was almost even odder looking than they were. She was by a grease monkey of a man, so it was likely she knew the man somehow, but her attention to detail and fashion was similar to Auberi's so she was well heeled and probably pedigreed.

"Not that bad for someone who just crawled out of a frigate's engines, yes... But for everyone else? Yes, it is pretty bad." Beatrix replied to Jac, with a discreet, cute laugh.

It took a short while until the metal man finished speaking with whoever was inside the car. A moment later, a woman came out of the car accompanied by an adorable little girl, who seemed to be just ecstatic by seeing so many ships together. It was quite apparent though that the girl was an outcast, not only to Jac and Beatrix, but to most other folk as well, who immediately started to show obvious discomfort and even disgust, making the smile that was on that poor girl's face quickly go away as she asked for a mask. It was a shame really, but there was nothing Beatrix could do. Even though it was already proved that the illness was simply contamination by the chemicals and not a contagious disease, most of the outcasts were still treated extremely poorly.

"Hm~ You were right... He already has a ship in mind. Apparently, it's ours!" Beatrix said, raising an eyebrow to Jac, in a clear 'I told you I was right, didn't you' expression.

Despite having looked to the ship that was pretty much behind them, the metal man didn't seem to notice them, much to Beatrix's surprise, since it was really easy to spot her in the aerodrome. Surprisingly enough, the one who noticed her was the woman instead, making eye contact with her and Jac.

With a cute wave of her hand and an adorable smile towards the strange group, Beatrix turned to Jac before she started walking towards them.

"Come on, don't get left behind. They're definitely searching for someone... And I do have a small suspicion that this someone might be you." Beatrix said as she started walking towards the group.

“Just be careful,” Jac said stepping quickly to catch up to Beatrix, “more than a little nervous meeting with someone that well armed.”

He said the last while nodding towards the man carrying a frighteningly large rifle. While Jac had been Navy and not Army he knew an anti-material gun when he saw it. While the Libertas was lightly armored for an airship the main hull was likely able to repel shots from that weapon, however the balloon, windows and like couldn’t.

“Please tell me you at least have some weapon on you,” Jac added glancing her up and down out of the side of one eye. While he didn’t have his sword with him, being a bit too obvious for walking through town, his revolver was in a hip holster that blended in well with his leather jacket. Discreet enough to avoid sticking out, but still visible to make anyone looking for a fight think twice.

“Hail!” Jac called out as they got closer to the odd group, fixing a friendly smile on his face and waving one hand to the group, “if I might ask, what is your interest in yon frigate?”

Auberi was the first to react to the two approaching. He stepped forward and gave a nice smile. "Well, we are looking to hire a fast ship for a bit of a surprise party on some friends of ours. It involves a lot of lively dancing and a few people going home afterwards." His joking and veiled description of an assault rescue mission was effective, but it was far from his true intention.

Rather than spout out a plan loudly, he instead stepped up close to Jac, though visibly making sure not to be close enough to get any grease on him. "True talk is a rescue mission with high risks and a life or death situation that will determine the course of history. So, you and the beautiful noblelady in, or are you a bit too skittish for a bit of a fight?"

Payam stepped up, adjusting the duffle bag over his shoulder.
"We are willing to pay four times your usual fee." He said, giving a nod to Auberi.

"Weapons? Of course no! It would be rather rude to approach a possible client wielding a weapon, wouldn't it?" Beatrix said with a wink and a mischievous smile to Jac as she approached the group together with him.

Jac was the first one to speak, as in the Libertas' captain and the one who basically would either accept or reject a possible contract. Despite his dirty clothes and all the oil stains, he was still the captain, after all.
Replying to his greeting the woman was straight to the point. They were looking for a fast ship for what appeared to be some type of assault rescue mission, judging by the veiled description she gave.

The woman's description of said mission though did spark Beatrix's interest... A high risk, rescue mission that could determine the course of history... Just as Jac had said previously, such an... unusual group meant high risk and equally high rewards. She didn't know whether the woman was exaggerating or the mission really had such high stakes. Nonetheless, it would be interesting.

Beatrix couldn't help noticing though that despite the woman having stepped closer to Jac to tell him the plan, she was careful enough to not get any grease or oil on her.

"Not that bad, right?" Beatrix whispered to Jac, repeating his previous words with a mischievous smirk and a giggle.

"Beatrix Corvus. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Beatrix said, with an elegant, ladylike curtsy and a mischievous smile. She wondered if they knew who she was due to her surname. Even if they didn't, it would only make the surprise even better later.

"And you are?" She continued, looking to the group and expecting an introduction.

Two Ampertans. If that is what it took to get the Prince back, then so be it. Personally, Payam never trusted Ampertans. They were renowned mercenaries, and were quick to betray their Cordorian masters at the first sign of trouble. They could talk all they wanted about democracy, but it wouldn't do anything for their reputation.

"I'm Hassan. Nice to meet you both." Said Payam with a friendly smile, giving out an alias he has used previously. While the others could risk using their real names, he couldn't. For the two Ampertans, Payam looked like typical Delni. Tan skin, jet black hair, and brown eyes. He was unusually tall however.

Jarred set the stock of the weapon on the ground as he watched Auberi negotiate a contract. Odds were, Auberi would be better at this than he was when it came to striking a deal. He would have raised an eyebrow at Payam if he could, as he used a made up name. He nodded to the two Ampertans, "My name is Jarred," he said as he introduced himself, "and this is my daughter, Kiimi." He said holding his arm you her as she took a step forward.

She gave a small bow wit her hands clasped in front of her, her features now hidden behind a hood and mask. "I-its a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the muffled voice said.

"If we can manage it, time is of the essence. The sooner we can take of the better. If you accept, I will give you the explicit details of the contract in the air, and a better introduction than just first names and aliases," he said looking to to Payam. "Anyone involved in this mission deserves full disclosure once they are in." He then turned back to Jac, "But I would be vary wary about betraying my trust," he said directly to the captain. "That being said, the pay previously offered will be a down payment, however the completion pay will be enough to spoil even your crew's grandchildren....What say you?"

“Ground Rescue and air escape? That’s a tall order for any crew,” Jac said, leaning back and trying to keep up the act of not being the captain until he knew what these people want. Beatrix almost ruined it, but no one seemed to recognize her name. What did break his act was the amount being offered by this Jarred, enough to handle the crew’s grandchildren? Either this man had no idea how much a ship costs or he was really desperate. Judging by his equipment, the massive rifle clearly visible over his shoulder, he at least seemed to know what he was talking about. Either that or he was a well equipped and funded idiot. While Jaco wasn’t one to turn down money, the offer seemed almost… too good, his skepticism kicking in hard.

“I’m hesitant to agree to a contract without knowing the details,” replied Jac slowly, any pretense of him being just a crew gone, “and I’d need proof of your ability to pay. Trust goes both ways, and anyone offering that much money is either desperate or trying to scam me. I’m sure you understand, I’ve got to look out for my crew.

“As for your… requirements, the Libertas is the fastest civilian ship in the sky, ignoring small racing yachts,” Jac admitted, nodding to an example of such. Compared to his own ship the yacht was tiny, being effectively an engine with a balloon and as small of a crew section as possible, with no weapons or armament, “Beatrix handles the ground side operations, you’d have to talk with her about that.

“Assuming you are on the level, I’m Jaco Bashford,” the Ampertan man said with a slight bow of his head, “Captain of the Libertas.”

"Then let me clear the waters a bit by saying this.," he opened is jacket, revealing his robotic torso, as he opened a compartment at his side, close to where a liver would have been. from it he pulled a sack out, full of the precious gems and tossed it to the captain. Jarred was sure he could chase him down if needed. "Open it, see for yourself. Take two gems for your down payment to prep you and your crew among whatever else you need, the rest is what you earn should you complete this mission. I trust you will distribute it fairly. Jarred stepped close and lowered his voice, holding out his mechanical hand to the man. "Allow me to formally introduce at least myself before the others... I am Jarred Greaves, Previous Captain of His Majesty Havkar's Royal Guard and bodyguard to one of the remaining heirs to the throne. I am requesting your service in fulfilling my duties given to me by the late king." He stepped back a bit, his 'gaze' unwavering even for a moment as he spoke up. "Are you with me?"

Beatrix politely nodded as the rest, or at least some of them introduced themselves. She noticed though that unlike the metal man, Jarred and his daughter, Kiimi, who was quite obviously an Outcast, the two who seemed to be more 'normal' amongst the group were the woman and the pretty boy called Hassan.

Jarred didn't seem to be that polite on the greeting though. Clearly stating that they would only give them a better introduction only when or if they accepted the job, he went to great distance in order to try to verify how trustworthy Jac and Beatrix were, even resorting to a veiled threat in case they betrayed him. While outside Beatrix was merely listening with the same adorable expression she had when she presented herself, inside she couldn't help but only become even more suspicious about the man. He seemed to be too... desperate maybe? The payment was also rather suspicious. It was almost too good of an offer to believe. Before she could say anything about that though, Jac seemed to have the same thoughts as Beatrix had, revealed by his next words.

"I believe I have already introduced myself." Beatrix said, waving towards Jarred, after Jac finished talking, introduced himself as the captain and mentioned her name, as the one who would handle the ground side operations.

What Jarred showed them next made Beatrix raise an eyebrow, looking at the man. Opening his jacket and revealing a full robotic torso, he pulled a sack out of it, filled to the brim with precious gems of the highest quality. The type of gems that would be really difficult to both find and sell. As he introduced himself better, the possible origins of said gems became a bit more clearer. The man was the previous captain of Havkar's Royal Guard, and bodyguard to one of the remaining heirs to the throne. The entire situation was really strange to Beatrix. If he had such a position, why were he resorting to mercenaries instead of using what the royal army had to offer? Not only that but he was both talking and acting like a fugitive, given the urgency on his voice and being extremely careful with information about his group.

Once again voicing her own thoughts, Jac proceeded to note almost the same exact things she was thinking, but despite that, he still seemed to accept the contract, asking her to take them back to the ship and get it ready to depart.

"As long as I don't need to touch any grease or oil, I can certainly do it." Beatrix said, nodding towards Jac before he walked away to the port facilities.

"Feel free to call me just Beatrix." she said, in a polite tone and posture, looking to the group until her eyes stopped on Kiimi, for whom she gave a smile, waving her hands and tilting her head in a rather cute way before she resumed talking with Jarred and the others.

"There are still a few things to be done before we leave, but it shouldn't take long. Until then you can take a look inside the ship and get yourselves comfortable. Should we go then?" Beatrix said as she started leading the way to the ship.

The second she turned away though, she couldn't help but let out a very discreet and almost imperceptible, smirk. That entire situation... Only two possible alternatives came up to her mind. They were either preparing themselves to try and stop a coup d'etat or... perform one...

"I wonder if our dear Captain thought about all this before accepting the contract or if he was blinded by the amount of money offered..." she thought to herself. Either way, what the woman had said to them before wasn't wrong. If they were doing what Beatrix thought they were doing, they would undeniably affect the course of history…

As they approached the entrance to the Aerodrome building Beatrix, who was leading the group spotted a small squad of what she figured were Tal-Karans. The headscarfs, dyed in a blood red along with the marked armor gave them away almost immediately. Unlucky for her new employers, one of them decided to glance at them. For a moment, the man stared at the group and then narrowed his eyes. Tapping one of his squadmates on the shoulder they all turned around.

"Habak tük! Leinsteiner bęl!" One of them yelled, drawing a pistol from his belt and opening fire as the rest of the squad scattered running for cover. The people standing around the building ran for their lives while some drew their own guns on the Tal-Karans.

Payam only had a split second to react, grabbing Beatrix who was nearly struck by one of the shots toward cover. Both of them fell to the ground behind a concrete pillar.

"Didn't think they'd follow us all the way here." Payam murmured, loading his repeater rifle.

Auberi had disappeared into a nearby crowd as introductions were made. To anyone outside of Jarred and Kiimi, it would seem odd. To the other two, that was a normal Auberi thing to do when something important caught his attention. The thing that got him into guerilla mode was a highly suspicious man attempting to watch them in plain clothes. The trap slipped behind him and silently pickpocketed him, finding a Tal-Karan medallion. The next thing in the man's pocket was a stiletto between the ribs to silence him.

Then, shooting started. Auberi used the panicked crowd to his advantage and ducked through them, coming out behind cover on the left flank of the firing Tal-Karan. He drew his revolver and took aim, firing at the throat of what seemed to be the most decorated of the group.

Beatrix had just enough time to notice that there was something wrong as she saw the squad of Tal-Karans when they opened fire after yelling something about Leinsteiners. Having avoided a shot thanks to that Hassan boy, who grabbed Beatrix and pushed her down and using a concrete wall as a cover.

Even before Beatrix said anything, the terrifying death stare she gave to both Hassan and the rest of the group was enough to send a shiver run down their spines.

"My DRESS! Look what you just DID! It will take me a good while to clean it now. Also..." Beatrix said, almost shouting at Hassan with a terrifying stare.

"You were being CHASED by Tal-Karans and said NOTHING?!" she said, looking to the rest of the group. Her anger was clear to everyone there.

Despite how she was feeling, her scolding could wait until they were safe. Scanning her surroundings, she noticed that they weren't really that far from the Libertas. If they could find anything to cause a distraction, they could run back to the ship…

"Since I wasn't expecting being SHOT at, I left my weapon and all my equipment back on the ship. I even came all dressed up!" Beatrix said, complaining.

"I swear... If I see a single hole or tear on this dress when we're finished with this..." she continued, in a clear threat not only to Hassan, but to Jarred as well.

"I need a gun. Quickly. The Libertas isn't that far away. We can use the pillars as covers to make our way to the ship. Some type of distraction would be good too." Beatrix finished as she scanned her surroundings. With experienced eyes, she quickly tried to formulate the safest path, by using any type of cover possible for them to reach the ship while searching for anything that could be used as a distraction.

At that moment, the party noticed that Beatrix had completely changed, going from a slightly bratty, noble princess to someone who knew very well what she was doing in a battlefield or in any conflict situation.

"Jarred, you are the one carrying the biggest gun around, I suppose you wouldn't happen to be carrying some smoke grenades somewhere with you, would you?" Beatrix asked.

Payam reached into his coat, giving her a pistol. Unlike the revolvers she had seen before, this one had a particular design that included some kind of slider along with magazines. It was ornately decorated with swirling Delni designs made in gold.

"Here." He gestured at the slider part with his hand. "Just pull that back when you change magazines." A bullet whized past as Payam spoke, making him flinch slightly as concrete dust flew by.

"I thought we had killed these bastards back in Mohburg!" Jarred shouted as he used his body to shield Kiimi, round deflecting off of his body. He picked up the girl in a bear hug and jumped into cover setting her down next to Payam and Beatrix. "No smokes, but we won't need them...I'll be back," he said in a fairly irritated tone. This time, when he jumped, the concreate ground cracked and broke underneath him as he launched forward, putting his one-hundred and nine pound rifle on his left shoulder. He jumped right into the middle of the Tal Karans, grabbing on by the head much like he did Payam if he was watching. He used the man as a bullet sponge for a split second before a blade went through his skull, ending his suffering quickly. He dropped the heavy rifle and threw the body to the ground as the blade retracted. His right hamd dropped to his holstered shotgun, but while he was reaching, he heldnout his left hand, which the finger strightened perfectly before a five round salvo of 9mm slammed into another mercenary. It was smooth and percise, a merc ran up behind Jarred, and aimed perfectly without turning around Jarred fired two shells of buckshot taking out another two men. As for the remaining men, he drew a .45 from his right armpit and gunned down any stragglers trying to run, hostering his shotgun and cutting down any man foolish enough to still charge him.

Meanwhile Kimmi was curled up in a ball next to Beatrix and Payam too scared to move, her hands over her head. Soom, the gunfire from the Tal Karans where Jarred would become eerily silent.

Payam nodded, taking position by the front door as Beatrix led the group away toward the Libertas. Outside, he heard two vehicles pull up. Storming through the door, another squad of Tal-Karan mercenaries pushed into into the building. One by one, Payam shot each of them with his repeater, hitting the first inside in the stomach and the second one near the neck. Another two charged inside, wielding shields and machine guns forcing Payam to retreat behind a nearby counter. As bullets flew by his head, he reached into his duffle bag for a magazine to reload his rifle. As he did, he heard the distinct clink of a grenade hit the desk he was hiding behind. By the time he heard it the grenade exploded sending shrapnel and debris everywhere.

The explosion made Payam fly against a nearby wall, crashing against it and falling to the floor. At that moment, Payam laid on the floor, confused as to what had happened. Everything around him was spinning and he couldn't hear anything but a high pitched ringing in his ears. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond.

The bridge of the Libertas was normally quiet while the ship was at port, only a few people passing through as they went about their business. By the time Jac came storming in a handful of crew had gathered around the radio to try and figure out what was going on outside.

After hearing the gun fire Jac had doubled back to the Aerodrome, not wanting to be far from his ship if a fight was breaking out. Upon spotting a group of foreign mercenaries firing upon several figures, one of which was clearly wearing a gothic style dress, several connections were made in his mind quite quickly. He instantly recognized Beatrix, he didn’t know anyone else who dressed like that. While he wasn’t as confident about the others, catching only fleeting glimpses he figured it was the group they’d spoken with. As more vehicles pulled up to the terminal with additional heavily armed figures disembarking the story told by Jarred became quite a bit more believable.

In either case he couldn’t well leave one of his crew to die, so he quickly made up his mind. Forgetting about getting the gems appraised he raced towards a side entrance for the Aerodrome. His barreling through ‘employee only’ sections was ignored since whatever employees that may have been present had either fled or hid when the shooting started. And, in short order, he made it to his ship.

“Hal, is the engine together?” Jac barked at the engineer who had joined the crew to listen to the radio.

“Mostly just have to-,” the burly engineer started.

“Start it, finish whatever you need to and light the boiler” interrupted Jac, continuing with an explanation, “Beatrix is caught in that fire fight.”

“I told her she should get that cute thigh holster,” Nef, the ship’s radio operator replied in mild shock, the engineer’s heavy footsteps already racing down the metal hallway to the engine room.

“Who all is still in town?” Jac asked, taking his place behind the control wheel, racing through pre-flight procedures.

“Alfred, Marco and Stefan were still at that sailor’s bar,” Nef replied smartly, looking up as she thought, “and I think Anna was out shopping.”

“Get messages to them,” said Jac, reaching up with one hand to start cranking an alarm, the crooning drone of the repurposed air raid alarm filled the airship drawing more crew to the bridge.

“I need the port fourteens manned,” the captain continued as confused heads poked into the bridge, Nef already pulling her headset on and reaching for the telegraph on the desk in front of her, “limber and load the front seven as well after you release the moorings.”

While they clearly hadn’t heard the gunfire from the lower decks Jac’s commanding voice spurred them to motion. It didn’t take long for them to unclamp from the mooring tower and cast off any other lines holding the airship in place. Jac heard the distant rumble of the ship’s boiler coming to life. It would still be several minutes before they had enough pressure for any real power, but a feral grin crossed Jac’s face as he realized there was still some steam in the tanks, enough for a single burst to the props. He pulled the throttle into reverse, feeling the gears engage despite their reluctance.

A flip of a small lever engaged the pipes leading to the propellers, what little steam pressure remained surged through the small engines, forcing them to spin for just a moment. But that moment was just long enough to cause the Libertas to begin drifting backwards.

“Set ballast for ground level,” he barked as the ship cleared the dock, he could see several other ships slowly spurring into motion, likely hoping to escape from the firefight. But he was the only one headed downwards, and a quick glance confirmed that the boarding ladder on the bow was still down. As soon as the ship began dropping, he flipped open a pipe that led to the anti-air guns and yelled into it, “the group entering the terminal is firing on Beatrix, let them know the aerodrome is closed due to the emergency.”

As he finished the airship shuddered as the keel ground into the grass that made up the middle of the aerodrome.

Auberi had taken a flank, so he could provide some cover with his revolver as they moved towards the ship. Once they got close enough, he slipped out of the fight again, searching for a new avenue of approach. He switched to a more silent approach, grabbing his stiletto and a set of brass knuckles.

As he scanned for a new opening, he heard an explosion. "Grenades...in an aerodrome, damn idiots." He muttered under his breath as he swiftly went into the front door behind the fresh group of mercs. Before a new wave could approach, he darted up behind one of the shielded foes, stunning him with a brass knuckled punch to the kidney. He then did one of the cruelest things one could do. He grabbed the pins of every grenade he could and pulled them, sprinting away and diving behind some nearby cover and covering his ears.

"Well, looks like our escort came to pick us up, how nice," Jarred said as he holstered his .45. It was just after that when he heard another vehicle pull up, more men pouring out of it. "How many people do they have?" He quickly went and grabbed his 20mm from the ground, checking to see if it was still loaded by habit, even though he put a fresh mag in before arriving here. Did these guys really want to die that badly? They hadn't even injured anyone yet, but they had already lost a whole squad here and more on the road. He turned to Beatrix who called to him. "Go ahead and get Kiimi to the ship, I'll be there soon, don't worry about me."

Though, it was on that note that a grenade had gone off. Jarred spun around to see Payam on the ground next to a broken toppled desk. "PAYAM!" he shouted as he made his way to him. Jarred took a position in front of the boy, taking fire from the machine guns that would have shred Payam had he not made it in time. He leveled his rifle just as he saw a flash of a skirt dive into cover close to his targets. "What the hell," and then there were more grenades going off as the left shield bearer exploded. Jarred chuckled as he realized who it was he saw and trained his sights on the other shield bearer, now distraught from his comrade being erased from existence. In that moment however, three 20mm rounds ripped through his shield, dropping the man, dead before he hit the ground. Jarred picked up Payam and rushed for the ship. instead of using the ladder he jumped to the deck in a single bound, setting Payam and his rifle down in the process. He had hoped to see Beatrix and Kiimi already topside, but either way he would soon be jumping down to make sure everyone in his group were on the ship. If Kiimi and Beatrix were on the ship, he would go find Auberi, if they weren't he would pick kiimi and Beatrix up like he did Payam so they wouldn't have to climb a ladder in open combat, and then go to find Auberi, picking off any stragglers should there be any.

With Hassan covering her back, Beatrix ran as fast as she could together with Kiimi towards the ship, turning back from time to time and taking a few shots in order to help Hassan even if a little bit. Her priority at that moment was taking the unarmed civilian to safety. With the arrival of reinforcements, this time with shields and shields and machine guns, the situation was getting more and more dangerous. There was no use to turn back and shoot at their shields, the best thing Beatrix could do right now was simply try to get to the ship as fast as she could.

As she ran towards the ship, a worrying sound made her hesitate for a moment. The unmistakable sound of an explosion echoed through the now empty Aerodrome hall. Looking back just in moment to see Hassan flying behind a pillar, she knew that he was struck by the explosion. Before she could even react though, a chain of explosions rang through the hall, this time coming from where the Tal-Karans with a shield were. Despite that, she knew that there would be more reinforcements in mere seconds, she had to use that small interval between the next wave of Tal-Karans arrived to take Kiimi to safety. Stopping for Hassan at that moment would only threaten not only her life, but Kiimi, who was an unarmed civilian as well.

Fortunately for Hassan... or better, Payam as it became evident by Jarred's scream, the metal man was already running to rescue him. Despite all the chaos though, Beatrix did notice how they lied or omitted information to her not only regarding Payam's name, but a lot of other things as well.

Looking towards the middle of the Aerodrome, she saw a familiar boarding ladder waiting for them. It was the Libertas.

"Do not stop, keep running!" Beatrix shouted towards Kiimi, pointing towards the boarding ladder. The girl was scared and nervous, so much that she couldn't help but to trip as she ran. Thankfully, since Beatrix was with her she was able to regain her footing without slowing down her pace.

"Up the ladder! Do not look back and climb as fast as you can. Once on the ship go inside and do not get out!" Beatrix said towards Kiimi as they stopped nearby the boarding ladder.

While the girl climbed, Beatrix stood behind, shooting at the reinforcements which rushed towards them, forcing them to take cover behind the ones with shields. When Kiimi finally got to the ship, Beatrix had to crouch behind a pillar when a shot almost hit her, passing only a few centimeters away from her waist.

"Shit..." she cursed as she pulled the slide, checking the magazine and how many shots were left. Much to her dismay, there were only 3 shots left... In the distance, Beatrix could see the Tal-Karans rushing towards them, using their shields to protect those who carried machine guns and other heavier weapons. Getting out of the cover, Beatrix took aim and shot one of the shield bearers in the knee, making them fall on the ground and expose the machine gunner just behind them, who was quickly downed by two quick shots to the chest.

Putting the now empty pistol under the folds of her dress, she rushed towards the ladder, climbing it as fast as she could.

"Kiimi, go inside the ship! Do not come out, no matter what happens!" Beatrix shouted as she ran towards her quarters in order to wear her armor and get her equipment.

"Damnit," Jac grumbled, "damnit damnit DAMNIT!"

"Fine, Go!" he said, releasing her as the 14mm twin mount aa gun on the side of the ship began firing, it's staccato bangs overwhelming the smaller gunfire below, "we'll have to pick up the remaining crew on leave outside the city somewhere."

Kiimi tried best as she could to get up the ladder, finally making it over, she listened to Beatrix and made her way inside through a door. Her cough had returned from being too active, paired with her heightened heartrate, adrenaline, and heavy breathing, she was coughing up some blood again, but it wasn't as serious as with the gas, she would be fine. She did however, have to take off her mask, coughing into a headkerchief instead, which was colored a dark brown to hide the blood spots in between cleanings. She sat next to a crate, the sounds of explosions and gunfire keeping her on edge as she sat there afraid that one of them might not come back...

Jarred was back on the ground cutting through enemies until he saw Auberi climb back up, injured but still pushing. "Dammit," he cursed as he pulled his sword out of a machine gunner, taking his gun and keeping reinforcements heads down as he moved to the ship. What he didn't notice in the chaos was a .50 bmg sighting in on him before it cracked one off. It tore through the plating on his left leg, shutting down the pneumatics and causing him to hit the ground hard. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! I only have one replacement part for that!" Jarred angrily shouted as he pulled a 45/70 lever action from his back holster, single handedly spinning the gun to cock the lever before aiming it directly where the shot came from and firing, using his other hand to get up. The shot went through the man's scope and landed a headshot. Jarred could still use both legs fine, but when he ran up to the side of the ship and went to jump, even all the power of the right leg only barely made him able to grab the edge of the rail, pulling himself up and over onto the deck, landing next to Payam on his back before getting back up and checking on the boy.

Jarred saw that Payam was bleeding from a deep gash on the back of his head. Part of his coat was splattered with his own blood. That same white coat was also stained with several black spots from shrapnel had become stuck in it. As for Payam himself, he seemed confused. Even as Jarred looked at him, Payam stared back as if he didn't recognize him.

"Hey, KID! Hold your self together!" Jarred yelled. "Shit," he cursed again as his blade came out, sheering part of the long cloth on Payam's clothes and using part of it for gauze and then another to bandage his head. "C'mon, stay with me, don't go to sleep, its just a few scrapes here and there kid, you are gonna be alright. Auberi! What's your status? Kid took a grenade over here..." He loked back to auberi, one of the lamps Jarred used as fake eyes was shot out. "Hey kid, talk to me here, it can be anything, just talk to me."

All Jarred got was incoherent murmuring in Payam's native language. Every now and then he heard something he could understand, but not much. After a few tries, Jarred was able to make out something even if it was faint.

"I think the King knew..." He said.

"The King knew? Knew what, Payam? You are doing great just keep it up. Stay with me, boy" Jarred tried desperately to keep his attention until a medic could arrive. Shouldn't they have one on this ship? Auberi was injured as well and he couldn't very well let him bleed out trying to save another, then they would both be dead. Jarred had some medical know how, but he no longer had the precision to operate after he converted himself, not the tools.

"That he did... He was wiser than I will ever be, he knew he would need someone outside the palace all those years ago, that's one of the reasons I left...," Jarred paused as he remembered leaving the castle, still wrapped in bandages from wounds he had taken in a recent fight, but strong enough to carry out his final orders to him as Captain of the Royal Guard. He shook his head. "Look, we are going to make everything right again, but you got to hold on so you can see it for yourself, do you hear me? You aren't meant to fall here, you have much farther to go."

Jac watched desperately as more people he didn’t know climbed up onto the deck of his ship. Beatrix was gone, presumably changing, and until someone told him otherwise he didn’t know if they had everything, not having had the forethought to count the people in Jarrad’s group before leaving. Nef was tapping away on her telegraph, presumably lodging messages in the town for his remaining crew. Jac was about to grab someone else, the sound of bullets striking the side of the ship getting worryingly loud, when he heard the unmistakable sound of a .50 cal going off. Small arms couldn’t do much, but a fifty could do some serious damage to the lightly armed frigate.

“Screw this,” he grumbled, seeing Jarred climbing onto the deck and crawling over to another one of his group.

“Set ballast for five hundred feet,” Jac shouted orders, not willing to risk his ship and crew for a group that likely lied to them, “rig ship for flight.”

It wasn’t long before the ship lurched upwards, climbing rapidly directly upwards, cutting off a couple smaller ships that were leaving the aerodrome at a more normal pace. The sounds of gunfire were immediately replaced with the roaring of the wind and the groaning of the ship as it was forced into action. Seeing the pressure gauge slowly climbing Jac pushed the throttle forwards, the propellers spinning to life, slowly pushing the airship away from the chaos that remained in the aerodrome.

“You people had better have a damn good explanation for this!” Jac roared at the nearest person he didn’t recognize.

He didn't seem to catch everything, but it at least kept him awake and talking. "I miss him. I just want to see him again." Payam's speech went back to jumbled and incoherent Delni, in between sentences Jarred could only make out the Prince's name.

"You will, you just gotta hang on... Auberi, when you can, get him stabilized." He said as he stood up, shaking his head. He looked at the captain, "I will get an explanation to you as soon as everyone is taken care of," he said sternly, "do you not have any doctors of your own on this ship?"

After a moment of glaring at the other man, Jac turned to the array of closed communication tubes next to him, flipping one open, seemingly at random he shouted into it, "Medic to the bridge... damnit Robert, get up here!"

Underneath his coat, Payam was wearing a sleeveless shirt. From the looks of it, the shrapnel had become lodged in the coat alone. However, the strikes had produced bruises all over. With closer inspection of his right arm, Auberi noticed a strange symbol tattooed on the underside of his forearm. Under the large symbol featuring sharp shapes and swirling accents were several inscriptions in Delni.

A few seconds after Kiimi ran to Jarred, the group heard the lout noise of one of the metal doors leading to the personal quarters of the ship being slammed quite violently, followed by the metallic sounds of steps echoing through the ships corridors.

Coming from the same way Kiimi, Beatrix arrived, looking to the ongoing scene with a cold and harsh stare. It was almost unbelievable that she was the same girl who had such a cute, princess like aura from a while ago. Completely clad in a full set of dark steel armor, decorated with red cloth and wielding both a shield and a quite exotic, unorthodox weapon. Those looking at her could only feel the intimidating aura the girl had and wonder how much weight all that equipment had combined. Even with all that equipment though, the girl was moving around almost as if she was wearing the same dress she was earlier.

To those who knew even a little bit about Amperta and the mercenary companies from there, would immediately realize who exactly Beatrix was, if they didn't already know due to her last name. The unmistakable dark steel armor, the signature symbol of the Legio Ater Ferris, one of the deadliest and ruthlessly effective mercenary group in Amperta.
While Payam seemed to be in quite a grave state, the others were relatively unscathed, other than Jarred, whom had obvious bullet holes on a few parts of his metal body. The woman from before had appeared again and now was treating, or at least trying to treat Payam.

"You owe us many explanations." Beatrix said with a cold tone.

"This could have resulted, or better... can result in the death of some of us, since there are still some of the crew on the city. Not only that but you pretty much forced us to work with you. Now that the Tal-Karans saw us aiding your group, there is no turning back. For whoever is the one who sent them after you all, they now believe we're working with you. You dragged us to whatever mess you got yourselves into!" Beatrix continued, clear by the tone of her voice that she didn't like that situation.

"You both lied and omitted critical information from us. Anything to say?" She asked, with an authoritative voice as she slammed the end of her axe-shotgun on the ground, making a loud noise.
"Oh, should I start then?" Beatrix asked, looking to the group after a moment of silence when nobody answered her.

"To stop a coup d'état or perform one? Which one of those?" she asked, with an ice cold, death stare towards Jarred.

"Not only this, but who exactly is Hassan, or I should say Payam?" she asked, looking towards the unconscious man.

The second she gave a better look at him though, her eyes went wide as they met with the symbol on Payam's arm, making her immediately point the shotgun-axe at Jarred.

"Explain yourselves, NOW! Who really are you? What are you doing here?" she demanded to know, her voice going from cold and authoritative to straight out threatening, a clear change of attitude after she looked at Payam, her eyes carefully scanning every single movement made by Jarred and the women, who were the only members left of that group that were still capable of combat.

To those who were still in shock after seeing that cute, spoiled little princess in full combat gear, the scene and her tone of voice was more than enough to make them realize that Beatrix wasn't just a pretty face. She knew very well what she was doing and she wouldn't hesitate not even for a moment in killing someone.

Payam barely had any time to react at all. Before he could justify himself or even defend himself, he was already pinned to the ground by some cyborg. The voice he heard appeared familiar, but at this point he couldn't tell who was threatening him. He was short on options in this situation. Either this guy knew Jarred and was covering for him or Jarred had been comprosmised and these people had taken up residence here. If the latter was true, then he would fail. However, the former seemed more likely. Jarred wasn't someone to be taken out so easily and it made no sense for someone else to simply take up residence in his house. The townsfolk would never allow it. He had no other option but take the gamble.

"My name is Payam. I've been commanded by His Majesty, King Havkar to speak with Jarred Greaves. There is something I need to give him." He said, grunting as his neck began to ache due to the awkward and uncomfortable position he had been forced into. As he spoke, the necklace he had slipped out from his shirt and softly clinged as it hit the floor below him.

"Payam?" Jarred said, trying to remember the name. After a moment another hand grabbed Payam under the shoulder as the other hand left his head and did the same, lifting him up off the ground before turning him around to face him. This put his face in a more direct path of the sonar pulses Jarred used to see, giving him a clearer view of his face. It was....even so faintly familiar. Last time he has seen a boy named Payam, his was a young Delni child. Now he could not see the color, just the shape of the person before him. He had to think back to the boy's father to get some semblance of familiarity. There he could recognize some features that were similar, but he wasn't convinced yet.

Payam would see a large cyborg man, though to him he may even look like a fully functioning android, starting him down. The clothes he wore were ragged and loose fitting, and he still had his gas mask on. There were blood stains on his clothes, somewhat recent too, a couple bullet marks here and there from rounds that hit and glanced off. A robotic hand reached towards him and lifted the small necklace that hung around his neck, the pendant on it in the palm of his metallic hand. He was silent for a while as he dropped it, letting it hang from Payam's neck once more. He slowly walked to the kitchen, and silently took a glass and filled it with water. "I....will be honest with you.... I prayed every day that I would never have to see that trinket you carry.... young Payam...." He walked over to the young man and handed him the water. "Auberi.... It's alright. It's an old friend." He turned back to Payam. "Take a seat and make yourself comfortable....It seems we have much to discuss."

Auberi watched everything, drawing his revolver and stiletto as Jarred pinned the man. Once Jarred ceased hostilities, Auberi took off his jacket and set his weapons down before ushering everyone inside and locking the door behind him. "Kiimi needs me. I will be back." He drew some of the medicine and diluted it properly into the syringe. Then, he left the room and entered Kiimi's room. "It is alright. We had a small confrontation with an unexpected guest. Turns out he is fine. Are you ready for your medicine?"

He walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it, careful to sweep his hair to the side so it splayed out on the bed rather than be stuck under him. His free hand gently gripped Kiimi's shoulder, and he smiled warmly at the girl with rouge colored lips.

Kiimi took a deep breath and nodded, "So Papa made it home. That is a relief..... I was worried this time. Something.... just feels off today." She said as she fingered at her necklace. It was an odd thing, but she liked it, even if the pendant on it was broken in half before she even got it. "I hope everything is okay, we normally don't receive visitors.....I am ready," she added with a small weak smile.

Payam sighed in relief as Jarred handed him the glass of water. For a moment, he was afraid Jarred would kill him. Walking across the living room, he sat down on one of the couches and downed the glass of water in one go. Ever since he left Valkner, he hadn't eaten anything.

"I thought you should know. Delivering this pendant to you was his last order. But, he never explained what it meant. Or why he sent me to you."

Jarred sat down in a desk chair, a simple and half broken one, but it still held, surprisingly. Jarred reached up and grabbed his gas mask and pulled it off, revealing his true face. "....It means two things.... first," he started as he shrugged off his jacket, revealing his mechanical body, "it means that Prince Valkner isn't safe." He then popped open a compartment in his left pectoral. Inside were assorted rods with luminescent liquids in them, some blue, some yellow. He pulled a yellow one out. "Second," he connected the tip of the vial to a port on the side of hos neck, the fluid in the vial draining into his body. He looked up to Payam and held up the vial to him, giving it a little shake, "compatability agent for my nerves," he said as he tossed it into a waste bin. "Second, it means I need to make myself even more scarce, unless Valkner somehow dies as well...."

Jarred shook his head, "hmmm, maybe I should cross the border, good clean air might do Kiimi some good," he seemed to ponder on his own.

Jarred was more machine than man. His cybernetics appeared crude, but somehow they still kept him alive. Seeing him stick a glass vial by the side of his neck made Payam cringe a little. Mentioning Valkner drew Payam back to the most important thing at that moment, ensuring Valkner's safety.

"He won't die. If we-" Before Payam could continue, he heard the music from a nearby radio stop as it was replaced by a fanfare of patriotic music. This was followed by the sound of the radio hosts' voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen. The Parliament of Leinstein has come into session. Please stay tuned for a message from Chancellor Stefan von Vasseldorf"

"The Chancellor?" Payam said confused, setting down the empty glass on a nearby table as he approached the radio, turning up the volume. "He was supposed to he in Huzuzar with the Prince. What is he doing in the capital?"

The radio broadcast continued,

"I have been informed that Captain Harold Foltz of the Royal Guard already has the King in custody. I can assure all of you, that he will be tried by a court and severely punished to the fullest extend of the law. As for his bodyguard, General Balthasar von Horgen has been assigned to apprehend this Delni traitor." There was a short pause, before the Chancellor continued. Given these extraordinary circumstances and the lack of any available heir, as Chancellor I propose to this Chamber that we begin a vote to officialize the reign of Her Majesty, Queen Deborah. Once again, the Parliament erupted in shouting and arguing but the broadcast was cut short, replacing it with the voice of the usual radio host.
"We'll provide updates as they become available, ladies and gentlemen. For now, please enjoy our scheduled programming."

"They're framing us for murder." Said Payam, running his hand across his hair. "I've got to go back. Rescue him before they decide to hang him."

"Shit excuse for a royal guard, you're no captain as long as I'm around you talking head" Jarred spat, if he could, as he stood up. "Growing up, Hakvar wasn't the strongest brute. Don't get me wrong, he could hold his own, but he was more of a thinker, and it seems even now he is three steps in front of the others. Hakvar knew Deborah was going to take control, but she needed to have something done about Valkner. I thought she would try to have him hand over the kingdom someway, though it seems she is trying to set it up for him to be executed. Dead men don't talk after all. That pendant you brought to me was a signal."

"A signal, that I hope you will keep out of sight or lock it away, either or. Anyway, I will have to let the others know. We are going to need a ship... a good one. I'll check the docks in the morning. Till then, I guess you can get comfortable." He walked over to Kiimi's door and rapped on it with his knuckles. "Auberi, Kiimi, .... I'd like you to meet someone."

"You think you can storm that castle and take Valkner back by force in our own, kid?" Jarred snapped back at Payam. "And once we have him, then what? We try running away on land? We will be dead for sure, and the prince along with us for trying to escape judgement..... No, we need air power and heavy guns once we break him out if we want to escape. The man who reacts with emotion finds his way to the grave much faster than the one who plans ahead."

Payam stood in the hallway for a moment, thinking about his options. "I'll use my contacts. We can sneak him out of the city. I can't just sit around and wait."

Auberi had finished giving Kiimi her injectiona nd had barely finished wrapping her arm with gauze before Jarred was at the door. The urgent tone got Auberi to surge up from the bed as he went to the door and swung it open. "I assume our guest is more than just a coffee friend." He had caught a little of the radio, his face etched with a mixture of annoyance and grim knowledge of how these things tended to play out.

Jarred turned to Auberi, noticing his disposition, and could already tell he was about as thrilled ad he was. "That's right... This is Payam, Valkner's bodyguard. He was sent here from the late king.... for me. I suppose it is time I came clean. Eighteen years ago, I had went into hiding after having severe injuries. The reason was so that I could fake my own death and keep watch in case anything happened to the kingdom. My full title, is Captain Jarred Greaves of the Royal Gaurd. King Havkar's former bodyguard." He then turned to Payam, "and if you want Valkner to live you had better take my advice and wait for a ship before you get yourself and the prince killed. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? I will strap you down myself if I have to...."

Kiimi silently came to the doorway as well, seeing Payam for the first time, though she wasn't paying as much attention to him with what Jarred just said. "You are leaving out again..." she said, more of a statment than a question.

Despite Jarred's warning, Payam was hellbent and focused on what only mattered to him at the moment. Getting to Valkner and ensuring his safety. At that very moment, he was completely unaware that he was putting himself, the Prince and the others in danger. Regardless of the concequences, he sprinted to the door. The more time they wasted in this town, the more time Deborah and her goons had to extract whatever they could from the Prince and then kill him once they were done. He needed to prevent it at all costs. Even if it cost his life or those of others in the process. In this very moment, neither of those things mattered…

Auberi went from zero to one hundred with the practiced ease only a spy or guerilla could. In a blur of skirt and blond hair, he was already between Payam and the door. One rouge smirk later and Payam found five pain pressure points struck and himself in an armbar on the ground. "Im faster than I look, mon cheri."

He looked at Jarred and Kiimi. "Id suggest finding that ship swiftly. Ill tap my contacts for location info. Kiimi...we may need you to help. It will be dangerous, darling."

Despite his taller and stronger build, Payam was on the ground in the blink of an eye. He was so focused on his own thoughts he failed to even react. By the time he noticed, his arm was being twisted behind his back and his face was against the floor, along with the rest of his body.

"Let go!" He demanded, struggling against an arm bar which he knew could easily dislocate his arm or break it.

"Ah, strapping you down it is then,"Jarred said as he walked over to Payam. He turned to Kiimi, whose eyes were wide and she seemed a bit startled looking between the three of them. "It's alright, baby girl, just a bit of a conflicting viewpoint. Mind getting my straps from the tool room?"

Kiimi nodded at them and went off to get the said straps, meanwhile Jarred knelt beside Payam, the crackling voice sounding like a low growl as he spoke. "Now you listen here and you listen well. Don't you think I want to charge in there as soon as possible and save him as well? Do you think I'm so callous that I don't feel the pain of losing the one man I could call a brother? That I am eager to drag my daughter into what could possibly cost us our lives? For the late king's sake have some damn faith in his decisions. You can't just charge into this, boy, or else your worst nightmares are guaranteed. We won't be getting a second chance if we fail." It was then that Kiimi returned with some straps, timidly handing them to Jarred. "Ah, thanks, pumpkin." He turned back to Payam and started tying him up."Auberi, help me out here..," he mentioned to him for a moment to help in securing some of the straps and then went back to Payam. "Whether that convinced you or not, though, I can't trust you until you calm down, so rest here a bit and clear your head. I'll get started on supper, Kiimi, you may want to pack some things just in case."

As he finished, he looked to Auberi. "Can I speak to you in the kitchen for a moment?" Once they were inside he seemed to be rather disturbed about something considering his pacing before finally talking. "What do you think?" he asked him about the situation in general. "I know I should go, but I can't stand the thought of taking Kiimi out there with me. I know she has practiced shooting, but she has never killed before... and I..." He stopped himself before admitting that he wasn't sure he would be able to protect her efficiently on the field. "I just have a feeling that I will be gone longer than one of my little 'errands' this time..."

Meanwhile Kiimi sat in an armchair and watched Payam with a slight curious expression that betrayed a girl teeming with questions, but she had the tact not to just explode and start asking rapid fire questions.

Payam sat there, still breathing heavy from the brief scuffle. He stared at the floor for a few minutes, before picking up on Kiimi's stare.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He said, glancing up at Kiimi.

"Hmm!" Kiimi hummed, startled that she was caught starting and spacing out in thought. Her cheeks turned quite noticeably red due to her nearly pure white skin, much like the lines under her eyes, "O-oh, no...i-it's...I'm sorry papa was so rough, he really is a kind person," she said as she looked away from Payam. "I'm....I'm still trying to take in what was said. Both here and on the radio. If things are how they sound....I'm worried..."

"No need to worry. We'll get everything we need and go on a daring rescue." He said, chuckling softly. "After all, it's my job to make sure the Prince is safe."

As he spoke with her, Payam took a moment to watch her features and body movements. Something was off about her, but he couldn't tell what. By the tone of her skin she could be Flingardian or Leinsteiner. Perhaps someone from the capital? Another thing that caught his eye was the necklace she was wearing. If only he could look at it closer. It seemed familiar.

"How brave," she playfully said with a weak smile, though, when she noticed him staring fora a while, she shifted around uncomfortably, figiting with the necklace as if by habit when she was uncomfortable.

Before Payam could ask anything else, his attention was turned toward one of the windows. The window then shattered as a smoke canister was shot into the room hitting the wall nearest to Kiimi bursting into a cloud of noxious steam. Before they could act, another canister was shot through the kitchen window.

Amid the unfolding chaos, Payam dropped to the floor as the steam rose into the air swirling around the living room and kitching with the breeze coming in from outside.

By instinct, Auberi dropped to the floor, dragging Jarred down with him. He crawled along, holding his breath. His experience led him to memorize where his possessions were at all times, so he got to his gas mask without issue. He barely got it on and sealed before running out of breath. He took a few deep breaths of fresher air before attaching an air tank for even fresher air. Then, he grabbed his jacket, stashing his stiletto and revolver.

His last move was to grab his shotgun. From there, he moved crouched low to try and find Kiimi. Payam was an afterthought at this point. "I swear, if they so much as put a hair out of place..."

Payam managed to grab his pocket knife hidden on his waist. Holding his breath, he attempted to cut the leather binds around his wrists. It was harder than he imagined. The leather was rough and well-made making the blade of his small pocket knife nearly useless against it. A few moments after the canisters were fired inside, whoever was attacking them began firing into the house. Bullets pierced through the wooden walls nearly missing the occupants inside a few times.

As quick as the attack began it seemed to end. Abruptly, the gunfire was gone replaced by an eerie silence and the hissing of the steam canisters as their reserves ran out. The silence was broken by a female voice that Payam seemed to instantly recognize.

"Payam! If you're in there. We've got to go. More of them are coming!" She said, her voice becoming louder as she approached the house.

"Katheryna?" He murmured, finally taking a chance to breathe. Coughing, he attempted to get on his feet as the steam around them dissipated.

Kiimi, caught by surprise wasn't able to avoid breathing in the gas and had quickly fallen to the ground. Her lungs felt like they were on fire as she started coughing. Whenever she triednto see what was going on, it felt like there was a stabbing pain in her eyes. She started to caught up blood, her frail lungs reacting strongly to the gas, and her eyes teared up, making them crimson as well.

Jarred, on the other hand, wasn't phased by the gas at all, and quickly moved in to grab Kiimi and move her to her room, putting her air mask and tank on. When he turned towards where the shots were fired from, the only feeling he had was rage. Jarred picked up Payam by the arm, his sword blade extending out and smoothly cutting the binding for him before he was unceremoniously let go. Jarred then grabbed his jacket from the chair and put it on as he slowly walked to the front door.

Un fortunate for anyone that was calling out to him, Payam was not the first one out of the house. Jarred landed a kick on the door thatsent it crashing out into the street with much force, and then he walked out slowly, inspecting the scene, and itching to kill someone.

Outside, it looked like a battlefield. Several soldiers were strewn about on the sand, bleeding from bullet holes to their heads or chest. The armor they were wearing was what stood out to Jarred. They wore crimson red outfits made in silk, along with headscarfs and clockwork enhancements.

Payam followed Jarred out a few moments later, scanning the scene as well. "Katheryna? Where are you!?" He shouted, receiving only silence in response. Looking down at the bodies, he immediately recognized them.
"Tal-Karans." He said in a bitter tone walking farther into the beach looking around.

Kiimi continued to cough, muffled by the gas mask. "Th-the gas....I couldn't-" she coughed a few more times, trying to focus on taking deep breaths of fresh air in the tank. "Couldn't get away fast enough. Auberi, it burns," she whimpered. She coughed a few more times before trying to speak some more. "I-I don't understand, what is going on?"

"What the hell is this, Payam!?" Jarred yelled out, holding up one of the bodies to him. "Why the hell are Tal-Karans following you? How did you not know you were being tailed?" He threw the body on the ground and looked for any other threats. Get inside and help get ready or keep guard, we are headed to the docks, and you are coming with us....NOW!" he shouted as he was walking toward the house, not hearing Payam make any movements as fast as he would have liked.

It didn't take Jarred long to return to Kiimi's room. He started going through her room and pulling things from drawers and closets, packing for her. "How is she doing, Auberi, will she be alright?" he asked, a mix of worry and unvented rage noticeable in his tone.

"You were too late." Said Payam, as Jarred dissapeared back into the house. Emerging from behind the house, Katheryna, wearing a cloak along with Leinsteiner battle armor and a repeater rifle walked up to him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come any sooner." She replied, hoisting the rifle around her back. "Who are your friends?"

"Jarred Greaves." He said, crouching over one of the Tal-Karan corpses. Before she could reply to that, he interrupted. "No, I don't know why the King sent me to fetch for him. He seems to have changed a lot after all these years. His priorities have shifted too." Going over the Tal-Karan soldier's armor, he found a familiar tattoo in his arm though he kept silent about it.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, she crouched next to him. "How are you holding up?"

"Doesn't matter. We're heading out to find an air ship. I imagine Jarred will take us to Lakavia. It's the only place where we can have a chance of finding one before they-" He paused for a moment, sighing as he stood up.

"We'll find him." Katheryna reassured him, rising to her feet as well. "I'll come with you."

"What about your father?" He asked.

"Too late for any regrets now. I'm as much a fugitive as you are."

Auberi listened to her quietly and simply focused on his work. He injected some painkillers into her to help ease some of teh burning pain. Then, he put a small bottle of pure oxygen on her mask line to help her clear out her lungs. By the time he finished initial treatments, Jarred came into the room to check on Kiimi. "She will be alright. Her frailty isn't doing her any favors, but her body is strong enough to recover and not be permanently harmed by this. It will make her miserable for a few hours, but I gave her some painkillers to make it more tolerable."

As he explained to Jarred, he began to deftly braid his hair before tying most of it back with a red bandanna, leaving some spare hair at the front for aesthetic attractiveness. "She can be moved and travel safely. It is best if we enact the plan. You focus on your job. I will take care of Kiimi. She is, after all, my patient."

Outside, Payam saw several boats coming toward the beach. It seemed like the Tal-Karans had come all the way here by ship.

"Kath, go to my car. Wait for me there."
Said Payam, getting a nod from Katheryna who ran in the opposite direction. Payam entered the house, looking for Jarred.

"Jarred! We've got to go! More of them are coming!"

"Dammit," Jarred cursed. "Alright, let's grab everything we need, we are headed to Lakavia for a ship. Go on and get Kiimi to Payam's vehicle, I'll be right there."

Jarred moved to a celler in the hous and dropped down, when he came back up he had a pack on full of supplies and tools for himself as well as a few posessions, his bug out bag. Strapped to him, were a number of large ten round magazines for an even larger rifle he slung on his shoulder. For most people the rifle would be operated and carried by a two man team, but he held the 20mm anti matarial rifle with ease. "Alright, lets load up and get out of here, this place is gonna blow in about 15 minutes." While he was saying that though, he also grabbed some of Kiimi's belongings that he knew she would miss if it was gone, as well as her own gear, putting it in another bag and over his left shoulder.

Payam ran ahead, heading toward his car. Once there, he went inside sitting next to Katheryna who was in the passenger's seat. Turning it on, he drove all the way to the house, stopping right in front.

Once everyone was in the car, Jarred would hop into the car but stay at the ready with his rifle, if any enemy vehicles showed up deployed by the ships, the 20mm should be enough to shut down the engine when hit.

With everyone inside, the car took off. Driving down the narrow town roads as townsfolk stared at them surprised. As they left the town, they drive down a paved road that led directly to the Rivaravian border. Looking at the mirror, he spotted several Tal-Karans on motorcycles approaching them.

"More of them. Behind us." Shouted Payam as Katheryna leaned out the passenger window with her sniper rifle, opening fire on the pursuers.

"Huh, you're new," Jarred said to the new girl as he rotated the bolt back on the heavy rifle. "Remind me to catch your name when we stop." He watched as one of her shots hit a motorcyclist off his bike. "Heh," he chuckled before leveling his rifle. When it fired, it sounded as if a cannon went off, noticably shaking the car a bit. It hit one of the bikes, ripping through the engine and the gas tank causing a mild explosion. It wasn't long after that that an even bigger explosion was heard, and smoke could be seen coming from the house. "Huh....a little earlier than I expected."

"That should keep them off our back for a while." Payam commented, as an explosion rang out where the town Mohberg. As he spoke, two of the motorcycles went up ahead driving alongside the car. The drivers then jumped off, landing on the car's roof and hood. One of them, pulled out a tool that broke the glass in the back of the car. Then, he reached in with his metallical arm, reaching for Kiimi who was sitting in the middke. The one in front was struggling to grab onto the hood but seemed determined to break the windshield.

"Kath, take the wheel." Payam said to Katheryna, who looked at him confused. Before she could even accept he opened the door on the driver's side climbing onto the roof of the car. Kath held on to a smaller steering wheel on her side.

"What in Dawn's name is he thinking!?" Katheryna cursed as she tried to keep the car stable.

Auberi had his shotgun out and was essentially acting as a guard for the vehicle itself. One of the men made an attempt for Kiimi. That bad idea was soon punctuated with Auberi blowing his mechanical arm off at the elbow and then leaning out the window and removing his head with a well placed shot of buckshot.

The man on the hood got an almost worse fate as the doctor fired the last 4 shots of his shotgun into the man, placing each one in a spot that would make him slowly bleed out and die of infection. Once back inside the car, Auberi frowned. "Sometimes, it is best to let someone slowly learn their lesson."

The last of the Tal-Karans caught up with the car and hopped on the roof. Judging by his mask and sword, Payam knew right away that this was their commander. Cursing in Tal-Karan, the Commander lunged at Payam, knocking him down into the roof of the car. The two fought as the Commander tried to choke Payam out. In the struggle, Payam was able to pulls out a dagger from his coat and stab the commander who recoiled back nearly falling off the car. Drawing his sword, the Commander kept on fighting, clashing with Payam's dagger which had extended to the size of a short sword. A brief duel began as the two clashed swords and struck each other repeatedly, both of them seemingly equally matched.

Kiimi yelled out when the man grabbed her and triedbro pull her from the car. She flinched as Auberi opened fire on the man, wincing when he took a shot to the face. She still had traces of a cough, and the excitement of the moment wasn't helping her recover, but it couldn't be helped, she just tried to keep her head down and out of the way.

The occupants inside the car could hear Payam fighting the Commander on the roof above. Abruptly, the Commander managed to shove Payam onto the hood of the car and then lunged at him with the intent to kill him on the spot. Before he could land, Payam got out of the way making crash against the hood and slip off into the dirt road rolling away into the distance.

The car continued on it's way as Payam made his way back into the driver's seat. By then, they had crossed the border into Rivaravia.
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A car pulls over in front of the Royal Palace. The palace is a majestic building, constructed with the finest materials and designed to fit the royal family's wishes. It was situated along the coast, away from the bustling city of Leinstinburg. For centuries, the palace was the centerpiece of a great compound which served as a fortress to protect the royal family should the city be attacked. The fortress, built in the shape of a star, was protected by dozens of royal guardsmen. Dressed in red and armed with the most modern equipment, these soldiers were tasked with protecting the royal family with their lives. A young man, tall in stature with black hair and tan skin steps out of the vehicle. In contrast to the other guards, he wore a grey sweater and matching pants. Stepping up to the door, he is let in by one of the guards who leads him into a great entry hall. Ascending a set stairs he continues deeper into the mansion until they reach a set of double doors. The guard opens them and allows the new arrival inside. Closing the door behind him, he is left alone inside of a large bedroom. Across the room, laying in bed is the King of Leinstein, Havkar von Leinsteinburg.

"Payam." The old man calls to the young man, who takes a deep breath as he approaches the bed. Standing by the bedside he proceeds to bow. Havkar waves his pale hand. "That's not necessary." Said Havkar, with a smile on his face. "We don't have long."

"Sire?" Asked Payam, looking concerned. "What do you mean?"

Before he could answer, Havkar began coughing, wheezing as he tried to compose himself. Payam swallowed a knot forming in his throat. The man laying on that bed was a shadow of his former self. A man who once commanded respect across the nation had been reduced to a pale and frail sickly old man. The man he looked up since he was a child, had been reduced to nothing.

"Payam, please listen. We don't have much time. Take this," Reaching for his neck, Havkar took off his necklace and handed it over to Payam. "Greaves will know what it means."

The King placed on Payam's palm, closing his hand tightly. "Hurry. The Kingdom is at stake."

Payam nodded, taking a deep breath while attempting to compose himself. "Sire. Y-you are like a father to me. If there is anything I can do to help-"

Havkar interrupted him, smiling confidently. "No, it's too late for me. But not for you and my son. You two still have a chance, don't waste it on an old man like myself. I've done all I came here to do. It's your turn now."

Even in his last moments, the King managed to pull that smile and inspire confidence on Payam. Giving the King a short bow, Payam headed for the door but he stopped as Havkar called out to him. He turned around to face him.

"Yes, sire?"

"My son, Valkner, he looks up to you. No matter what he says, he needs you and you need him. Take care of each other."

"I will." Replied Payam, as he opened the door and dashed back to his car. Once inside, he took a good look at the necklace. It was half a triangle with an owl with its wings spread to the side made in silver. The other half of the necklace was missing. There was something carved on the triangle, but Payam couldn't figure out what it said. Placing the necklace around his neck and tucking into his shirt, he turned on the car and sped off into the distance. Payam hoped he could find Jarred Greaves in time. The entire fate of Leinstein was at stake.

Payam's drive took him several hours. The hours felt like an eternity to him, however. He couldn't get Valkner, the King's son and the person he is sworn to protect out of his head. When the King asked for him, he left immediately. Though, he came to regret it immediately. The Prince was on a trip to the Emirate of Huzuzar to discuss a trade agreement involving vast quantities of fuel and water in exchange for steel. Leaving the Prince with the Royal Guardsmen was the last he ever wanted to do. But the King's word went over his and the Prince's. Ever since they grew closer, Payam found it harder and harder to leave his side. That reminded him of the last thing the King told him. That Valkner looked up to him. Did he know?

His string of thoughts were interrupted by a radio broadcast. The man on the radio went over the daily news and then, his tone became somber as he announced an update on the King. King Havkar had been missing from the public eye for many weeks. Rumors were flying around regarding the King's health and his ability to rule. Parliament was finding it hard to prevent a vote to force an abdication in favor of the younger Valkner.

"It is my duty to announce the death of His Majesty, King Havkar. A nation mourns the sudden passing of one of its best. The Speaker of the Parliament has announced an extraordinary session to make preparations to crown His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Valkner. This station will provide updates as the become available. Said the radio host, as the station's regular music began to play right after. Hearing the news, Payam felt a knot forming in his throat. He cursed out loud, shifting the gears of the car, forcing it to go faster.

A few more hours later, he arrived to the town of Mohberg. It was a fishing town near the west coast of Leinstein. Well-known for its river fish and proximity to the Rivaravian border. The town was inhabited by a close community of Rivaravians and Leinsteiners. It was also known to protect and accept Outcasts, despite their reputation. Driving down its streets, he saw several fishermen getting ready to head out to the river early in the morning. Some of the townsfolk were already heading to the local pub and inn. Others stopped in their tracks spotting the rare sight of a city car rolling through their old cobblestone streets. Payam's car stopped near the pier close to a small neighborhood of houses located by the beach. He took a moment to take in the fresh early morning breeze coming from the sea. Payam walked toward the houses, stopping at the first one which was closest to the pier. Stepping up to the door, he knocked three times.

"Jarred? It's me." There was a short pause as Payam took a deep breath. "Open the door. I need to talk to you."

It had been some time since Payam spoke with Jarred. He hoped the man still remembered him.


A few minutes prior to the events at the temple...

A black steed walks into Kalla. Its mane is braided and decorated with golden rings. On the horses' back is a man, sitting on a saddle made of a black leather that blends perfectly with the horse. Hanging on the sides are four large pouches each decorated with the flower of the Red Saints, braided in with white strings.

As the man walks into town, he makes a detour and stops right by the stables. Hopping off the saddle, he gently pets the horse before taking the reigns and leading it to the stablemaster. Reaching into a pouch near his belt, he pulls out a large sum of coins handing them over to the man managing the stables. Despite the mans protests, the new arrival insisted on him keeping the payment. Still baffled, the stablemaster took the horse and led it into the stable.

Moving his hood back, the new arrival scanned the roads around town before heading toward the main square. On his way there, he noticed a large group of people heading toward the temple. Given the time of day, he found it strange that so many of the townsfolk were heading toward the temple and decided to head over and investigate.

Following the crowd, he stopped seeing the commotion right in front of the temple doors. He kept a low profile, putting his hood over his head before heading into the large group of townsfolk. As he made his way through, he accidently bumped into one of the townsfolk. A young man wearing red silks with intricate designs. His blonde hair and golden jewelry were hard to miss.
"My apologies."
Said the new arrival, as he continued moving through the crowd. Aerex barely felt him brush against him, but heard him apologize.
"Oh you didn't bump into-" By the time Aerex was able to reply, the man was already gone. He had barely seen his face, but recalled the embroidery on his cloak. A white flower.

A few moments passed, and Kalla's Chief Dorron emerged from the temple. Seeing the familiar face, the hooded man had the urge to call out to him but desisted from the idea as the Chief began to speak. The man waited patiently for Dorron to finish his speech, paying close attention. From what he gathered, it appeared that one of the outlying tribes had attacked Kalla and Dorron was out for vengeance.

The crowd seemed to lose interest as Dorron called for volunteers. He wanted to gather a posse to deliver some good old fashion Kalla justice. As the crowd dispersed, the man approached the Chief. The man stood out from the crowd. He was unusually tall and wore an outfit typical of Portea nobles. What made him stand out even more was the decoration on his cloak. An open flower embroidered into the fabric with white strings.

The chief stood in the square, next to the large statue in its center, a monument to the first varuk tribe to make the settlement. As the crowd dispersed, either to prepare or return to their daily tasks, Dorron saw a familiar face appear from the center of the crowd. "Well, well, if it isn't my old friend Eduard coming out for some fresh air! I'm afraid you came during some troubling times. One of your expeditionary teams are here as well. How do you fair these days, brother?" he said, holding an arm out to clasp wrists and shake arms in greetings, even if Dorron seemed to dwarf Eduard.

Eduard reciprocated, shaking the Chiefs hand and giving him a small smile. "Eager to get to work." Said Eduard. "Though I must ask about the Red Saints in Kalla. Do you know them?"

"Aye, by name anyway, haven't had much time ta meet them proper with all this about kidnappings and attacks on Madame Valia. Neev and Vog are in the temple. Vog seems ta be Neev's guard, she's the one healed Valia when a foreigner found her wounded in her home."

"You mentioned kidnappings?" Eduard asked, lowering his hood.

"....Aye... Some of Valia's students stopped coming to their lessons. The first day, was one thing, but the next people were wondering where they had gone, and when they weren't with Valia, people had panicked. When a few others disappeared, people stopped going altogether. Madame Valia came to me about it, but we weren't sure who was behind it. But today, when they attacked Valia, she killed the two men that intruded, and it turns out they were mercenaries contracted by the Calabris family. I'm calling volunteers to find and eliminate these mercenaries." Dorran took a long breath before looking at the sky to the northwest. "When we find them.... We will destroy them."

Eduard picked up on Dorran's anger right away. It was an indescribable fury that he kept contained with sheer will. A part of Eduard felt pity for the mercenaries. They had no idea who they had messed with.
"I'll accompany you. Make sure that the girls are uninjured when they are returned. That is if we find them."

"I would be glad to have you by our side, and we will find them, mark my words." Dorran said with a nod to Eduard. "If you need and supplies or need to make any stops, I would do them now. I'll be heading out with whoever is here in two hours by sand sail."

"I will."Replied Eduard, glancing behind him before turning back to the Chief. Briefly he appeared distracted, but it vanished as soon as it appeared. "I'll be back soon." He said, turning around and heading toward where Aerex the tailor and his friend were standing.

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Bidzil was looking towards the cheif as he talked to the man who brushed by Aerex. After yearing what had happened , he turned to Aerex, "I think I'm gonna go... help the volunteers. Will come in handy to know how to navigate the sands if I'm on my own as well."

"I think they will need all the help they can get." Replied Aerex, glancing at Eduard as he approached. "It was nice seeing you again."

"It was nice seeing you as well. You take care of yourself," Bidzil said, patting him on the shoulder. "I should head to the market, get things prepared for the trip."

The pat on the back made Aerex take a step forward involuntarily. He chuckled, and nodded.

"Yeah. Stay safe out there. I'm almost always in my shop if you need me."

Name: Freyr

Age: 27

Bloodline: Nayu

Group: Dolofon

Physique: Tall, with a mostly athletic physique. He may appear frail when wearing clothes.

Abilities:

Shadow Puppet: Freyr enters a trance-like state to create two shadow clones of himself. Created by shadow and controlled by his mind, the two clones are able to fight for as long as Freyr remains in this state. If the trance is interrupted in any way, the shadow clones will disappear and Freyr will wake up in a vulnerable dazed state which lasts for about 3 minutes.

Spells:

Black Widow's Weave: Over a long period of time, Freyr charms a target with the aid of this spell. In order for it to work the victim must truly feel an emotional connection to Freyr. This effect is invalid if the person is pretending to feel for Freyr or if another similar spell is being used. An emotional and physical connection is necessary to finish "weaving" the web around the target's mind. As the emotions grow stronger, Freyr's influence over the target's mind will grow opening them to suggestion. Following an intense intimate encounter between Freyr and the target the effect will peak allowing Freyr to completely control the person once the "weave" is complete.

Shadow Step: Upon casting, Freyr gains the ability to mask his presence using the shadows nearby. He becomes undetectable to any individual or trap that is within a 10 feet radius of him. Freyr remains invisible to the naked eye, smell and hearing. Magic designed to detect similar spells can be used to counter Shadow Step.

[u]Blade Dancer:[/b] Freyr's dual wield daggers are consumed by a void of darkness temporarily blinding a target 6 feet in front of him. The attack begins with a specific set of movements performed by Freyr which creates a void that consumed light around the target leaving them in complete darkness. The longer the duration of the dance prior to casting the more targets it can affect, with a limit of 5 within a radius of 10 feet.

Pet: Arachne, an ironically named albino giant snake that accompanies Freyr.

Motivation: ???

Birthplace: Nero

Experience: As the only descendant of a long bloodline of assassins, Freyr was pressured into the life of killing from an early age. Trained by his both of his parents in the art of assassination, infiltration, deception and combat. From his mother, Freyr learned a more nuanced form of assassination. Using illusion magic, charisma, and sex to lure targets into a fall sense of security before being slained. It was Freyr's mother, who had herself been trained by her grandmother taught her son the unique techniques of the family that focused on slowly softening targets before the kill. These particular skills required patience and exceptional planning in order to be carried out, not to mention a natural charisma that seemed prevalent among the members of the family including Freyr.

On the other hand, his father taught Freyr how to defend himself using blades and martials arts. In contrast to his mother, Freyr's father was an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant and a talented swordsman. Freyr's lithe frame and agile physique allowed him to pick up on techniques that involved small blades such as daggers and knives. His father picked up on his son's physical weakness and worked to hone his strengths. Training his reflexes and agility became priority for Freyr's father. Both of Freyr's parents were extremely demanding during training. Success was rewarded while failure was harshly punished. They believed that this would instill a sense of discipline in their son.

Training sessions did not cease even when Freyr became a young adult. In fact, they intensified. Until their deaths, Freyr's parents continued to teach and push him to his limits, even if it could sometimes kill him. Once Freyr became a full fledged assassin he formed techniques of his own, taking inspiration from his training and his own personal creativity.


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There was a brief pause between the handshake and Aerex' response. Bidzil's words hung in the air without an answer, with Juliana shooting concerned glances at Aerex.
"Follow me. We can sit down over here." Before turning around, he gestured at Juliana. "Close down for the day and go on home. I'll pay you for the full day."

"But-" Before she could insist, he waved his hand and shook his head.
"Please?"
"Sure." The woman gave Bidzil a small smile and a nod, before heading out of the shop. Silently, Aerex made his way through a set of decorative curtains toward the back of the shop.

Bidzil returned the smile and nodded to the girl as she departed. He picked up on a feeling like something was wrong from the short awkward silence and her look toward him, so he tried not to bring it up further. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything..." he started as he walked through the store and then through the decorative curtains. "Wow, you have quite the set up out here. This shop is huge. I guess your work is popular her, huh?" he said with a slight grin, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Behind the curtains was a large room, mostly filled with rolls of fabric, some of which hung on the walls. Others were sitting on tables as part of ongoing projects, while some were waiting to be picked up. Overall, Aerex' workplace was orderly and neatly organized. Each roll was placed on the walls or on baskets by color and type. Bidzil followed Aerex up a set of stone stairs at the end of the room. Aerex seemingly didn't listen to what Bidzil had asked or decided to ignore him.

Going to the second floor, they arrived at what was Aerex' house. A single wall split the room in two. One side, the one both of them had arrived in was a small kitchen and living room, while the other side was a bedroom.

"It is. Keeps me busy too." Aerex replied finally, clearing a wooden table in the middle of the room of some clothes he had been working on earlier. "May I offer you something to drink? Tea?"

The store was admittedly bigger than what Bidzil remembered Aerex's father having, much finer works and cloths as well. Bidzil thanked him as he sat down at the table and Aerex asked about a drink. "Thanks, I'd appreciate it. Tea or water is fine, whichever is easier, I don't want to be a bother." He was quiet for a moment as he looked around the small home. It seemed comfortable enough, and it wasn't uncommon to see someone's home above their shop. Bidzil's face dropped a bit when he knew he had to tell Aerex about why he was here. "I don't know if you have or not, but have you heard any news of what happened in Trantis recently?"

"Not since I arrived." Bidzil heard Aerex approach, carrying two glasses of water. The Grusk sat down across him. "Did something happen?"

Bidzil thanked him for the water and took a sip before setting it down. He took a deep breath and held it before exhaling heavily from his nose. "I...I was over in Salna, running an errand of sorts, just a couple weeks ago. Millan wanted me to pick up a surprise package from him....By the time I arrived back to Trantis....everything was wiped out.....all the people were just....gone. There was no struggle, people's clothes left behind where their bodies would be, still warm to the touch." Bidzil shook his head at the eerie sight of it all. "The whole lake was empty, void of any water. The buildings that resided on it all crashed to the lakebed. Something.....just.... destroyed it all. I don't even understand why! Bidzil's voice rose as he thought more about it. "I don't know of any enemies we had currently, and yet.....everyone...." He was silent for a moment as he focused on the glass between his hands.

"I returned to Salna when I could. On the outer wall, written in the blood of a few guards that were slain hours before, was a message....it said 'A new king rises, the Grandis Empire has returned...."

Aerex stared blankly out the window in front of him. His eyes pierced through the curtains to the outside. Slowly, his head turned toward Bidzil, giving him that same blank stare.
"There's no way. No."[/color] He muttered, in denial of Bidzil's story

"I can't rightly say what is a myth now. But I do know this. No mere bandit could destroy all of Trantis in an afternoon. Everyone was gone, yet with no sign of combat. Their clothes and belongings still where they left them. The entire lake was drained, the river leading into it dry as well." Bidzil looked up to Aerex. "It's already gone, Aerex. If I die chasing some fairy tale with what little hope I have left, so be it.... If I'm wrong, nothing has changed....but if I'm right, it will make all the difference."

"I..." Aerex looked away for a moment. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just... couldn't believe our home was... gone." He took a deep breath and returned to the stove. Taking two decorated porcelain cups from the cupboard he served up tea for the two of them, sitting down across the table from Bidzil he took a sip from his tea.

"I'm not sure how much help I can be to you. I don't know how to fight and I have a shop to tend to. Either way, at least I know what happened..."

"I'm not asking you to join me. I didn't come here to recruit. I'm on my way to finding a treasure from these lands, part of the steps needed for finding the vanishing kingdom apparently. I can't ask you to throw away your livelihood for this."

"I wish we could have seen each other again under better circumstances." Remarked Aerex. "I'm glad nothing happened to you. Anyway..." He glanced down to his teacup. "...you can stay here if you like. I have space if you don't want to spend your gold at the local inn."

"I wouldn't want to impose, but if it's not a problem, I'd be very thankful," he said before hearing a commotion outside. it was caused by a group of people in town following Valia and Allanon up to the temple. "Huh, wonder what's got everyone riled up?" Bidzil pondered as he sipped the tea. "Hmm, not bad." he commented on the tea.

"It's no problem at all. Maybe then we can have some time to catch up." Aerex briefly paused as he heard noise outside. But, like Bidzil also ignored it. "And, thank you. My mother used to make tea for us all the time. Taught me how to pick the best leaves at the market."

It didn't seem that Bidzil could completely put the crowd out of his mind as he would occasionally glance out to the growing crowd. He nodded his head at Aerex mentioning where he learned to make tea as he took a drink from it once more. "She did well. As for catching up, I'd be glad to. But I do need to go by the market before the pack it up for the day, so I may head that way here shortly, that is, if the people are even at their stalls. Seems like a good number of the people are in the square now."

Aerex also glanced out the window, spotting the crowd gathering in the square. "Come. I'll go with you. Let's see what's going on."

Bidzil nodded to Aerex and finished both his tea and water. "Alright, sounds like a plan," he said with a smile as he stood up. He let Aerex lead the way back out of the house. When they arrived on the square, many people were milling about, some speaking in hushed tones while others were more vocal with their accusations.

"Who was that strange man with Madame Valia!?" shouted one. "She looked rather injured, who could have possibly done such a thing," another said, a bit more worried looking. A brutish man then turned to Aerex as he heard him and Bidzil walking up. While he recognized Aerex, he didn't recognize Bidzil. His eyes narrowed at him but he didn't voice his suspicions right off. "Tailor, Madame Valia does business with you plenty, surely you may have heard more of what has happened?" he asked. Valia did quite often come to Aerex's shop for new clothes, sashes or tapestries. She was always amazed by his works. "Some people that checked on her place found two dead men inside, the whole place trashed. And some strange man carried her into the temple just a moment ago, but they haven't come out yet."

"I have not seen her today." Aerex replied with a concerned tone. He glanced at the temple and back to the bystander. "I've been working on a personal piece all day. Don't know much else, I'm afraid."
Name: Eduard Koch

Age: 47

Race: Human

Appearance:


Personality: Eduard is a reserved man, with a pragmatic view of the world. Despite his wealthy background, Koch keeps everything simple and efficient. In his life, everything, from the clothes he wears, to the way he speaks, to his tools, all serve a practical use. He sees any form of entertainment as a waste of time preferring instead to read when he is not working. When he speaks to others, he will always have a purpose for each conversation and dislikes casual or idle conversation. His interpersonal relationships tend to be rocky and unstable, especially with people who do not understand his personality and perceive it as lack of care or apathy. To those who do manage to befriend Koch, they will find in him a deeply caring man, who is always on the lookout for the well-being of the people he cares about even when he won’t express it openly. When working as a doctor, he will always keep things professional and realistic, unafraid to tell a patient the prognosis of their condition even if that is death. He is a responsible and orderly individual, who values honesty, directness and simplicity in conversation. During his time as a doctor, he developed an ability to read people’s body language which he uses to judge people before even speaking to them.

Bio: Born to a wealthy Human family in the city of Portea, Koch was raised by a loving yet strict family. As a child, he was instructed by the best teachers, from language, to the magical arts, history and geography, Koch was set to become the heir of a vast fortune and was raised accordingly. As a teen, he took keen interest in adventuring and sought ways to travel to other places across the continent with his family, while this was not always the case he enjoyed it every chance he got to leave his home. As the heir of Koch Family, he was frequently the target of kidnappings and assassination attempts. While some failed, he was taught how to keep quiet and protect family secrets. He was also instructed by teachers in combat. Koch became exceptionally skilled in sword combat, taking a particular interest in using a rapier to duel opponents. Koch’s life, despite the dangers was fairly normal for the heir of a wealthy family. That was until tragedy struck when he was approaching his 20th birthday.

His parents were seemingly struck by a disease overnight after their return from a trip abroad. First his father fell ill then his mother followed. Koch did everything he could, seeking out the best doctors through his grandfather and other family members. Despite his best efforts, ans those of the doctors his mother and father died a few days later. Traumatized by the experience, Koch stopped his education in business and took up medicine. He attended the most prestigious medical university in Portea and spent years learning the practice, eventually graduating as a doctor. After that, he left Portea, practicing medicine free of charge at small towns across the continent. He used his combat skills he learned at an early age to survive the roads and his knowledge in business to set up a travelling clinic that would move from place to place as needed. Eventually, he set up a small network of nurses and other doctors that had the same vision of providing medical care for others all over the continent.

Equipment:

-"The Sparrow" customized cane sword
-Poisons pouch
-Potions pouch
-Medical bag

Abilities:

-Extensive medical knowledge: Years of practice experience and his time in university give Eduard unrivaled insight into the medical field.

-Swordmaster: Training he received as a child and experience gained after years on the road make him a deadly opponent in combat even when faced with multiple opponents.

-Strategist: Koch was trained by several retired generals during his youth as part of his general education. While he is no military expert, he has placed what he knows into practical strategy that he uses to dispatch opponents when necessary. He uses strategy to wound opponents in an attempt to avoid killing them when possible.

-Discerning: Since he was a kid, Eduard had a natural ability to read people's body movements. This was picked up by one of his trainers, a former spy, who honed this ability into a useful skill. It was further strengthened by Eduard's time in medical school. At a glance, Eduard is able to determine whether a person is lying, being deceptive, or unwell.

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One year.

It had been exactly one year since Aerex saw Joan for the last time. To this day it was hard to explain why he left. An affair? Frustration? Both. It was unlike Joan to not even say goodbye however. An air of mystery surrounded the disappearance, and no city guard ever raised a finger to help. Some days, Aerex would wake in a cold sweat after a nightmare, missing his partner’s embrace. Eventually, he was a able to bury those feelings in his work. Tailoring had become his life. An obsession, almost. Every day, it was all he did aside from tending the house, eating or bathing. Nothing else was worth it anymore, he thought. He’s lost everything he had ever cared about. Now he needed to hold one to what was left, what his father had taught him. Despite this, today was a specially hurtful day. The anniversary of his disappearance.

Aerex awoke following a nightmare, shook it off and refused to even ponder on it. He followed his usual routine, a bath followed by breakfast. Then, heading outside, he opened his shop. Aerex Tailoring. After that, it was a matter of settling in and wait for customers to walk in. Today however, he had left his assistant Juliana, a local girl who he had hired a few months before, to watch over and tend to the counter at the front. These past few days he hadn’t even been seeing customers in the eyes. He would only take requests, finish the work, and have his assistant deliver. Despite her refusals, he offered to pay her extra for the additional work. It was only fair. After all, it was him who felt like he couldn’t look at anyone else in the eye without stuttering. Simply put. Out of all days, he wasn’t interested in other people. Just his work.

Aerex sat in a room especially made for his tailoring work. The room had a single window and door, with the rays of the sun pouring in and touching the hanging expensive fabrics on the walls and tables. Aerex sat in a chair, and began to work on a top he had our off for months. An anniversary gift for Joan. Slowly, he paired and stitched together intricate patterns upon the cotton fabric. Each thread, hand sewn to perfection. He was almost done with the shirt, the final piece of the white set that also included a pair of trousers made in linen fabric. Once it was finished, it became impossible to contain tears he had been holding since he began. If only he would have done better. He should have never left. Before he could ponder any further, Juliana knocked on the room’s door.

“Excuse me, Aerex? Someone by the name of Bidzil is asking for you in the front.”

It took Aerex a moment to respond. Taking a deep shaky breath, and cleaning off his tears with his sleeve, he set the clothes he had just made on a table beside him.

“Tell him-” He took a moment to compose himself. “Tell him I will be there shortly.”

“I will!” Said Juliana, hearing her step away from the door and back walk back to the front.
Aerex sighed, taking one last look at the clothes he had made for Joan then turning to the door.

”Bidzil? Why does that name sound so familiar?” Aerex mused to himself, opening the door and heading to the front desk. Once behind the counter, he stumbled upon a male customer standing by some designs that adorned the walls of the front of the shop.
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