Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 22, 2012 8:24:41 GMT -8
It had been a perfectly peaceful day - something Emrys didn't get a claim to very often, but he was ready and willing to cling to it for as long as he could. No fights in the corridors, no obnoxious laughter and no sudden trips to the infirmary. He almost wished every day could be that nice. As darkness descended outside, the Air-Vice Marshal made his way up to the top level of their mountain hide-away to make his report on the productivity of the dragons and their team so far, which was as positive and glowing as he could possibly make it sound.
Of course, Emrys should have realized that he would never really be allowed a moments peace. He was dismissed to return to his lower level base and the moment he was about to enter the lift red lights and alarms started flashing. Nearly jumping out of his skin, his hand reaching for the space his gun was supposed to be and which he wasn't allowed to wear while on base, he whirled back around to the chaos.
"Sir?" he called to their Admiral, who was barking orders to the many stations around him. "Ah, Air-Vice Marshall Kirkland. I suppose it's a good thing you haven't gone back to the Nest yet. One of our signals just found us one of our most wanted." The older man grinned fiercely as Emrys straightened and saluted.
The sensors, one of Alfred's better inventions, were little blue, white or red colored dragon flies that zipped unnoticed around the globe, following heat trails from different sea and sky ships. For the most part they had been unsuccessful, tracking merchant ships or other Sky Navy vessels but now... now they'd found someone to hunt.
"Send out your Sergeant and get your team out there, Kirkland. I'll have the radio frequency for this particular sensor sent down to him right away.
Saluting again, Emrys about faced and headed back into the lift, wringing his hands after the doors closed behind him nervously. They'd taken on a couple small pirate vessels before, ones that were over and done with battles of the inexperienced versus those trained to destroy. But this... this was going to be against a crew that had fought battles before, a ship that had seen more than its share of fights and a captain that was above and beyond some petty thief. Was his team ready for it?
As the doors slid open, he found his team relaxing - well, some of them were lounging, some of them were looking about ready to kill the others - the alarms having not been set off down here. "Talei." he spoke quickly, hoping to butt in before another argument could continue. "We have a mission. Get ready to head out the moment its dark."
Ah well. He'd believe that his team was ready for this. They'd trained and trained, the dragons were always in peak performance because of their engineer and he hoped his experience from the previous battles would get them through this mission.
Of course, Emrys should have realized that he would never really be allowed a moments peace. He was dismissed to return to his lower level base and the moment he was about to enter the lift red lights and alarms started flashing. Nearly jumping out of his skin, his hand reaching for the space his gun was supposed to be and which he wasn't allowed to wear while on base, he whirled back around to the chaos.
"Sir?" he called to their Admiral, who was barking orders to the many stations around him. "Ah, Air-Vice Marshall Kirkland. I suppose it's a good thing you haven't gone back to the Nest yet. One of our signals just found us one of our most wanted." The older man grinned fiercely as Emrys straightened and saluted.
The sensors, one of Alfred's better inventions, were little blue, white or red colored dragon flies that zipped unnoticed around the globe, following heat trails from different sea and sky ships. For the most part they had been unsuccessful, tracking merchant ships or other Sky Navy vessels but now... now they'd found someone to hunt.
"Send out your Sergeant and get your team out there, Kirkland. I'll have the radio frequency for this particular sensor sent down to him right away.
Saluting again, Emrys about faced and headed back into the lift, wringing his hands after the doors closed behind him nervously. They'd taken on a couple small pirate vessels before, ones that were over and done with battles of the inexperienced versus those trained to destroy. But this... this was going to be against a crew that had fought battles before, a ship that had seen more than its share of fights and a captain that was above and beyond some petty thief. Was his team ready for it?
As the doors slid open, he found his team relaxing - well, some of them were lounging, some of them were looking about ready to kill the others - the alarms having not been set off down here. "Talei." he spoke quickly, hoping to butt in before another argument could continue. "We have a mission. Get ready to head out the moment its dark."
Ah well. He'd believe that his team was ready for this. They'd trained and trained, the dragons were always in peak performance because of their engineer and he hoped his experience from the previous battles would get them through this mission.
