Angel of a Heavenly Vessel [Admin; Classic]

"How much of a hurry are Ya in to get these fallen ones?" She still didn't look at Mari. She didn't have to. She tell her expression, her body language in her voice.

She shrugged and began to speak. She was still not used to hunting down her brothern ans sisters, but someone had to do it. "I am in no rush." She said and gazed out to the clouds. She wanted to feel them. "Are you in a rush?" She asked calmly and tapped her fingers on her chin.

-5 miles west of the ship, and about half a mile above it-

A strange ship cut through a thick cloud, it was small, with a single wing like sail, with a cloud of faint steam trailing behind it. On the ship, holding onto the sail confidently, was a thin figure dressed in leather and brass, a lense in the full face helmet he wore keeping his eyes safe and acting as a telescope. He saw the other ship, moving at a steady pace and altered course, left the lenses shifting to zoom in on the deck of the ship.

Grinning under his leather helmet, Azrael pulled up, gaining altitude as he headed above the other ship, his smaller vessel gaining on them extraordinarily quickly, within 5 minutes it would likely be above the larger ship, and while he was fast, it was likely they would notice his ship before long.

He was gonna show off.

Twiggs shook her head. "Of course not. I am only here to obey the will of my employer. " She gave Mari a wink and casually walked down to the main deck. She opened a panel and tapped some buttons, tightening and moving the sails. A crew bot floated to her and showed Twygge a radar. Far in the corner was another ship.

"Buena sangrienta por cruceros nada . Tengo una buena mente para dispararles desde el cielo." She muttered.

Marianael followed Twigg. She looked around and waved at the crewmembers. They all seemed pretty nice. The woman was easier to see know. The night before was dark and it was almost impossible to notice all of her details. "Is there a thing wrong?" She asked and tried not to seem to nosy.

"No of course not. Just detected another ship heading our way. It doesn't appear to be of any threat though. Twygge shut the panel and turned to Marianael. "Do you want to confront them with me or stay in your room? Whichever is fine I can hold my own." She pulled the pistol from the night before out of a garter holster.

Now a mile above the ship Azrael looked down and began calculating, shifting he slowed down till he matched the speed of the ship. He reached out and yanked a lever, the wing system collapsing and the engine shifting down a gear. There was a moment of silence, the ship drifting forwards, while area's feet hooked into 2 slots, the board slowly shifting..... and tilting forward.

Then he was falling, standing like a mad man as it dove downward. Waving cheerily at the ship.

Twygge looked up and cooked her pistol, smiling. "I don't like people boarding my ship in such a manner. " She shot several shots in the air, mainly 2 warning shots. She let out a good laugh. "Better watch out of I'll be putting holes in yard before yards land!" She shouted.

As he dived he executed a smooth roll to the side, before beginning a series of flips, moving till he would pass to the lelf of the ship.then kicked the engine to life slowing his descent to a sudden stop next to the larger ship, sail reforming next to him. He he'd up his hand in a greeting, before reaching up and removing his helmet. Pulling it off in a smooth motion to reveal his pale face and black hair. He called out to the captain.

"Permission to board, I come bearing letters from the southern port and news, in trade for an hour's rest and some fuel." He had a symbol of the messenger guild that glowed along the side of his sail, and the same mark was on his coats lapels.

Marianel watched the scene unfold. So brute violence was the use of the captain. She just stayed close to Twygge and smiled. It seemed this boy was interesting and his outfit too. "Captain. He seems to be from something, a guild perhaps?" She didn't want to stray to far from O.R.

Twygge still had a grin on her face as she placed the gun back in its holster. She nodded to the newcomer. "Permission granted. I am a suckered for hear-say. Think yourself lucky that I'm in a good mood, messenger." She motioned for both to follow her down the the navigation room, that also now served as a conference room. Who would have thought.

Relaxing slightly, he flipped off his ship, grabbing a certain lever and pulling it, it collapsed into a large board, nondescript and smooth. As he landed he tucked it behind his back, the shape folding into a large panel that clicked to his back.
He nodded. And followed.

Marianael followed behind them like a loyal dog. She didn't have much reason to be here but she lostened anyway.

Twygge pushed open the door and let the two in. She say at the head of the table and told one of the Crewbots to fetch refreshments.