The Exchange
He'd been told to find the Jager, and so here he was, suited up and flying high. Of course, there were only so many place one could hide a giant airship, and none of them near Rhy'din. To the west was ocean, and to the east there was nothing but open plain dotted by lakes. Which left one direction: south. So here he was, well south of RhyDin, systematically sweeping the sky in search of a stealth-cloaked airship, his sensors actively scanning for anything anomolous. So far, there had been nothing as the black suit of armor swept the air and terrain below... until his sensors registered a magnetic anomaly just south and west of his position, towards the canyons. Turning in that direction, he began a more active sweep, dropping closer to the ground.
The signature was moving, slowly but surely. This could have discounted it as an anomaly, a glitch in the sensors, except that the path of the object was steady, moving west-southwest toward the nearest settlement: the ghost town of Cadentia. On the horizon there appeared to be nothing but a mirage. Which was odd, considering the time of night, and that the desert was already very cold.
The sensors were monitored closely as he narrowed the distance, keeping his own cloaking systems offline for the moment - they drained power like no one's business, and his suit's anti-reflective covering helped him blend nicely into the darkness. The sensor feeds registered something large, moving low and slow, though his eyes saw little more than a wavering mirage ahead of him. A slight turn put him on an intercept course with the moving sensor shadow.
As the large 'mirage' reached the outskirts of Cadentia, it suddenly decloaked, casting a deep shadow over the sleepy town. Every inch was black metal, dotted with lights from countless portholes, the broad glass c?ckpit, and spotlights on the deck. If it could be compared to anything, it resembled a pocket carrier... only it flew, accomplished by several engines that gave off a heavy electric hum. One of the spotlights illuminated what appeared to be an old airship tower near the center of town. A man with a backpack stood on top of it, silently awaiting the airship's arrival as it drew alongside, steeling his nerves.
Katt felt annoyed, watching Knight pace back and forth on the airship's deck, spouting orders that she wasn't even listening to. Around her stood a number of bodies who also received the same treatment. She was busy digging through her bag to make sure it was all there. Winter's wind nipped at her, chilling her core in that thin satin dress she was dolled up in. Blame Max for it.
As the ship decloaked the armored figure pulled up, arcing towards the sky, still some distance off, the subtle roar of thrusters lost in the airship's drone as he moves to a higher orbit of the scene, scanning over this new development.
The iron behemoth lowered carefully, stopping almost perfectly level with the top of the tower, and no more than a meter from it. Sergei Rodovic raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding spotlight, and the wind's icy bite. Safeties clicked and rifles c?cked as soldiers on the deck stared down their sights at the boy. He took a deep breath and hollered, "Give me Katt! Then you'll get your engine!"
Maximilian Knight was not so trusting, and certainly not without his wiles. He nudged Katt closer to the railing with his pistol until she was in sight of Sergei, and smiled at the boy. "She's fine! The engine first, Mr. Rodovic!"
No one on the ship seemed to notice the armored figure hovering nearby: he had kept a safe distance, and the crew and complement of soldiers were intensely focused on two things: keeping the ship steady alongside the tower, and what the boy, Sergei Rodovic, would do.
Her head snapped up at Sergei's voice. Flip. He actually came... Shouldering her bag she grunted when she was moved around. She didn't like being touched and quite frankly Max was lucky she didn't just do something nasty. She tensed, not because of being touched, however. Guns. She hated them, with a passion. Even if she did shift to her reevi form, they would hurt her. Turning her head sharply she snipped at Sergei: "I'm fine, Sergei. Get out of here. Take your father's things and go!" Hell, your safety's the reason I'm here!
The sensors were trained on this little drama from where he hovered, not missing a word, thanks to the finely-tuned, highly sensitive audio monitors. Both individuals were recognized, though the boy only from files. The sensors tuned and focused to the pack the boy was carrying, analyzing its contents for the armored man's scrutiny. Not much could be determined from this distance, though, and so he dropped down lower and began to close the distance.
Sergei turned his head to Katt, then back to Maximilian. He took another deep breath. "The Winterbach engine," he said, kneeling to put the backpack on the floor in front of him, "as promised." He removed it, held it away from his face at an angle, and flicked a switch on the top of it for a fraction of a second. Flames spat out of the thrusters, and stopped. "In good working order."
Maximilian's eyes lit up at the flare, and he motioned to one of his men, who lowered his rifle to stretch out his arms. "Toss it there, boy... carefully, now!" Sergei appeared to hesitate, worrying his lip; then he stepped forward and tossed the engine the short distance to the soldier, who promptly hurried away with it belowdecks. "I'm sorry, Katt," Sergei called loudly. He did not specify what he was apologizing for, that it was in fact what was about to happen.
Her brows furrowed a bit. "Sergei..." Crap... Why was he apologizing? She watched the engine exchange closely.
The black armored figure came to a stop a short distance away, still obscured by the darkness, along with the weapons that adorned his form. The only indication of their presence would be a faint whine as the minigun at his shoulder unlocked from its position at his back and moved to take aim on the door as he adjusted his position so that Sergei wouldn't be in the line of its fire, if it turned out to be needed.
"I'm sorry too, Miss Rhysata," the captain declared. He took two steps away from her and turned his gun on Sergei. "You see... I lied." He pulled the trigger.
Sergei turned and bolted, the moment he saw the gun. He made it halfway to the stairs when the bullet struck him in the back, and he fell.
That answered the armored figure's question in a big hurry. There was a surge of power and a sudden roar as he turned to rocket towards the airship, and the minigun opened fire with a barrage of bullets. Pinpoint targeting made it a warning only, bullets angling in to smack into the frame of the door in which the man with the gun and Katt stood, sending out a shower of sparks.
Katt sucked in a breath. She knew it! Her eyes rounded wide and she jumped from her spot, lunging for the captain. "You bastard!" Her voice rose up in a shrill of rage. For the first time since her captivity the shadows shuddered and reformed around her fingers in the means of wicked claws. Before she could even get close she heard bullets. She winced, but she didn't even attempt to stop. Whether she got shot or not... she wanted Max's head!
Maximilian scrambled for cover and cried out when claws dug across his shoulderblade. Someone on the deck fired a shot her way, but he called out, "Restrain her! I want this prize taken back to the Empire, alive! Kill that bastard!" he screamed, gesturing at the armored figure as he raced for the door, "and make for the Empire, immediately!"
In a moment the deck was swarming with soldiers and sailors, a number converging on the clawed woman in an attempt to subdue her with clubs and the butts of their weapons, the others training their weapons on the armored figure... including two anti-aircraft weapons on the deck, and a mounted machine gun. It wasn't long before they were spitting lead at a terrifying speed.
It took him mere moments to reach the tower, and he was revealed in the spotlight as a tall, broad, black armored figure, a minigun trained over his shoulder and aimed at the doorway, as well as his arms, both of which showed weapons - machine guns and rocket launchers. Stepping between the boy and the deck, he kept himself in between them to act as a shield as bullets bounced from his armor. One arm leveled towards an anti-aircraft gun and a rocket streaked out towards it, even as the minigun opened up to return fire with a steady stream of lead.
One of the club-wielding sailors found Katt seizing the club from his own hands. Whack! She slammed so hard that the man's skull probably cracked. Sergei should have run. He'd be safe. Her lips peeled, canines showing for the first time in a long time in simple animal rage. The swarm of soldiers was keeping her from her target, but she'd crawl her way there if she had to.
Boom. The rocket struck its targets, and men screamed as two bodies soared away from the explosion. The airship lurched up and away from the tower suddenly, rising and racing towards the sea with increasing speed. Maximilian emerged partway from his cover to observe the tower passing away into the distance, and his soldiers' effort to subdue Katt. "Sergeant! Fetch the doctor, and the sedatives! It looks like Miss Rhysata's grown feisty."
There's no way the airship can outrun him, but to be safe the figure reconfigured one of the launchers with something special Ed had devised for this particular mission, taking aim and firing at the tail section. The rocket streaked towards the airship's rudder, and struck true...but did not explode.
Even with the armor, the effect of being shot was dizzying, and also a first for Sergei. It took him a solid minute to come back to his senses. His fingers tensed against the cold metal floor. Felt it. He was alright... but you have to get up, Sergei. The Jager's getting away!
Katt needed to move away from the railing and was attempting to do that while closing on Max. It was hard to do. If she heard the firing of guns she didn't even show it. Thwap. She was hit and her attention turned momentarily to the familiar face of the guy who had brought her meals. His eyes went wide when she rushed forward, claws swiping out to shred flesh along the man's throat to ribbons. The blood flowed as he gurgled his way down to the floor.
Turning back to the boy on the airship tower, the armored figure knelt next to him and gave him a gentle shake, his computer-filtered voice slightly amplified to stir him. "Get up, kid."
Sergei felt the metal hand shake him, and blinked up at the figure. Sat up. "I'm up," he said, and not wasting another moment, grabbed the backpack and emptied its contents. Helmet, gloves, and the rocket engine. The real rocket engine, not the over-sized lighter those idiots had taken for the genuine article... As he began to pull on his equipment, two things happened: ammunition exploded on the deck from the earlier rocket strike, spreading fire further across the airship, and on its belly a hatch opened, spilling six fighter planes. They peeled away from the Jager and raced towards the tower and the source of the rocket attacks.
Sergei stood at the edge of the tower, one foot up on the low railing, and looked back at the figure. He didn't know who this man was, or why he was here... but he was helping, and that was enough for him. "We can do this together. If you can keep those planes occupied, I can get to the airship... get Katt to safety."
The grin on the man's face could not be seen, but it was there nonetheless. "Leave them to me, kid. Go get your girl." A look was given to the airship, and a moment later the rocket that had pierced the rudder and was buried there let out a flash of light as a pulse of electromagnetic energy was triggered to wipe out the any of the airship's systems that relied on conventional electronics. A moment later the black armored figure lifted off as the thrusters in his suit ignited, and hurtled him towards the incoming fighter planes.
The fighters were nimbler than they looked, using magnetic bursts to toss them around faster than their big diesel engines could otherwise. On the upside, they had no missiles, something the man in the armored suit seemed to have in his possession, among other tricks. They opened up as soon as they were close to the tower.
Sergei wisely didn't wait for the planes to arrive. He pulled on his helmet, checked the gauges strapped to his wrist, started the engine, and in a sudden roar and a jet of steam he was off. He hurtled well beneath the planes, just over the town's rooftops, zeroing in on the mass of now flickering lights that was the limping airship.
The armored figure didn't even make an attempt to fire as he closed on the aircraft, turning to head directly on a head-on collision course for the leader. He put on a burst of speed to send him hurtling right at the fighter, and at the last second he twisted nimbly to the side, missing the fuselage to smash through the port side wing, taking it cleanly off.
The plane lost its wing from colliding with the armored figure, and that coupled with a poorly timed magnetic burst from the pilot sent it zipping straight into the ground, ending in a fireball. The others kept up the attack, squeezing off rounds and struggling to avoid one another in the darkness while keeping track of their quarry.
The planes were more maneuverable than he had suspected... but they were still bigger than he, and clumsier even with their agility. Turning a flip in midair, the thrusters in his suit flickered, then re-lit with new energy as he rocketed towards another, arms extended. The minigun and both machine guns spat fire in a concentrated stream of bullets at his next target.
On the deck complete chaos had broken out. Only a handful of men risked their lives to subdue Katt, swinging at her with rifles and clubs, while a growing number rushed to the spreading fires with hoses and fire extinguishers. The ship was beginning to lose altitude, listing badly, the angle of the deck several degrees but slowly growing more severe. Maximilian scrambled for purchase in the doorway, fought to see through the smoke with his one good eye, squinting past his pistol for a target for his incredible rage at this monumental failure.
She was going to be feeling a number of those swings later. For now she just simply didn't acknowledge the pain. Spreading fires and smoke was noted and she growled out, clawing out to swipe at a few of the swinging items her way. "Maaaaax," she sang eerily as she advanced. She was thankful that the ones around her hadn't considered firing on her with those guns but she wouldn't be so gracious. Almost sluggish movements had her creeping closer, dragging those men along with her.
But suddenly, Maximilian was nowhere to be seen, vanished somewhere in the chaos...
The fighter planes were definitely not armored: the concentrated gunfire from the armored figure shredded through the target, reducing the plane to flaming debris mid-flight. Without warning three of the remaining planes broke away, far away, while the fourth came back around for another pass. This one looked a little different from the others... Two copper-lined rods lowered from one of the wings, and the air reeked of ozone the moment before it lashed out, electricity arcing towards the figure.
The armored figure was about to loop around to give pursuit when the bolt of electricity hit him in the back, sending a jolt through the suit's systems. A moment was all that was required for it to reboot, but that moment cost him altitude. Even so, he was able to get himself righted and the thrusters lit off, sending him hurtling back upwards with speed. Altering his flight path but a little, he burst up behind the one that had fired, arcing over it as he flipped over and shut the thrusters down, landing on the dorsal surface. The machine guns opened up as he aimed them downwards at the fuselage, concentrated fire at point-blank range nearly severing the tail end from the rest of the plane. Leaping upwards, he flipped over and the thrusters lit off, carrying him down through the tail to rip it clear off.
Another helmeted figure raced over the deck of the airship, almost too fast to be seen, scattering a thick trail of steam into the billowing smoke. Several of the sailors couldn't help but stop and stare, and in a few seconds the figure came back around again, standing upright and going a great deal slower, though still rather fast. He hit the ground running, fell over onto his side, then got back to his feet. "Katt!" he shouted through his helmet. "Katt, where are you!"
Katt's hand went out to the railing as the ship rocked. Oh that wasn't good, right? The explosion caused her to wobble, struggling to keep her feet steady. Is the ship going down? Not good. And stil,l all she wanted was Max's head. "Get outta my damn way... that worm isn't worth losing your lives for!" she warned the men that remained.
Sergei saw Katt, but a moment too late. He was racing across the deck for her, over bodies and around flames, when Maximilian Knight reached her first. "Maybe it isn't worth it, Miss Rhysata," he snarled, "but it'll sure as hell make me feel better!" He did not need much. He did not even worry about her claws. She was close enough to the railing that all he needed to do was shove her -- so he did.
More than a mile over the ocean and just as far out, Maximilian pushed Katt over the edge.
She swiped out with a hand, her claws catching Max's cheek, same side as his missing eye. It was her last act before she went spilling over. "Nhh!" She tried to grab the railing, but missed as she went over, and saw the black ocean beneath her as she hurtled through the air. "C-crap!"
The remaining three fighter planes zeroed back in on the armored figure for a final run. They coordinated their attack, coming at him from three angles at once, firing simultaneously.
Time to move now. The armored figure put on a burst of speed, breaking the sound barrier as he shot upwards, his black armor blending into the darkness. A moment later two streaks shot out of the darkness towards one of the planes - rockets, packing high-explosive warheads.
The warheads did the trick. They completely incinerated the targeted plane, and its two neighbors, converging too quickly on their previously planned attack, had no time to pull away. Both were caught in the blast, their flaming wreckage hurtling towards the ground.
Several miles away, out over the ocean, the airship could still be seen, most of its lights now gone out, illuminated by the growing flames instead.
Eighteen seconds, Sergei told himself when Katt slipped over the edge, though outwardly he screamed, "NO!" He counted down, seventeen, sixteen... Maximilian wheeled towards him just in time to catch Sergei's punch in the face -- he windmilled, then went over the edge with a startled cry, as Sergei mounted the railing... fifteen, fourteen... Then he dove over, picking up speed and zipping past the falling officer with a quick burst from his rocket. It was black out, and he frowned, doing his best to estimate his rate of descent against Katt's, and how quickly he could catch up to her, but there was nothing for it if he couldn't see her...
Boom. The fire reached the lower decks and the larger ammunition stores, and the ship went up like fireworks, illuminating the night sky, the surface of the ocean... and a lone figure dropping rapidly towards it. "Katt." Eleven, ten... Sergei fired another burst from his rocket to catch up with Katt, wrapping his arm around her. "Hold on tight!" he hollered over the howling air, and in a single motion tugged a belt out from his jacket around her, clipping it into the other side. Five, four...
The armored figure descended from the darkness again, looking towards the airship, now some distance from him. Falling figures were highlighted on his AR display inside the helmet, falling too fast for him to get to them in time. He was about to try anyway when he saw Sergei's leap outwards and down. He watched as he closed on Katt, then converged. Come on, kid, he thought to himself as they continued to fall.
Water. Was that going to hurt as much as the ground? She didn't flail or attempt to swim through the air -- of course now she wished she had her own means of flying. It was almost like she had accepted her inevitable death -- no leaping through the shadows over the water like this... Then suddenly, something grabbed her. Not something. Someone. She grunted at the sudden shift of her own person and a hand slapped onto a shoulder of the figure, claws digging in without realizing who it was. Vibrating deep in her chest was a growl.
She held on as tight as he had advised, even tighter, but there was no time to flinch, not enough attention left to spare for the pain. In the same motion he angled the rudders, kicked on the thrusters... come on, damn you... fly!
On the display, for a moment, water kicked up where the two figures had been -- and a moment later they receded, a swell created by the Winterbach rocket. It left a wide wake on the sea's surface until Sergei gained altitude, racing back towards land, headed for RhyDin.
The armored figure let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding as he watched the pair coming up again, a grin breaking over his features under the helm as he nodded, though they couldn't see him at all. "Good job, kid. Damn good job." Turning, he kicked power to his thrusters and rocketed off for RhyDin himself.
((Adapted from live play with Katt and the mysterious armored figure "Zulu," with many thanks! You guys rock!))