Steampunk Noir

[Leo Luncid]

"No, you shouldn't worry about that." He looks through the room's window(s). "See here, we're about to make our descent."

[Money]

*nods* Your right. I dont think we really know how to pilot the ship anyway. *looks to the city* Do you recognize it?

[Antichrist_Online]

[Control board] The keys are well worn and appear to be a qwerty keyboard from a type writer [/Control board]

[Narrator] The ship reaches half altitude and seems to be docking to a small grey square. You see what appear to be people forming a perimeter around the area. A voice crackles over some sort of radio device integral to the airship. [/Narrator]

[Voice] Please return to the main hall and await boarding by His Majesty's Armed Services. [/Voice].

[hEarty]

*she stiffens as she hears the voice, her khol-rimmed eyes widening*

Oh dear... I wonder if...

*she shakes her head and moves back to the ballroom, waving her fan before her face rapidly. She moves over to the wall nearest the door, pressing her back against it as she waits*

[Money]

*shakes his head* Now what? *nods* Well we better head back to the main hall *walks down the corrider and starts to talk when he sees the others* Any idea who the hell is going on here?

[hEarty]

*she looks over at the man and shakes her head*

I've no idea who -OR- what is going on here.

*she waves her fan in front of her face as she attempts to make herself less visible from the door*

[Zanthos]

*gets up from searching the bodies and leaves everything behind that he finds*

Damn...

[CantrFreak]

*A handsome man slowly gets to his feet. He dons flamboyant clothing mainly consisting of black and golden trims. He wears leather boots, and black pants with an intricate golden design on the sides. His wears a black shirt covered by a black vest trimmed with gold and the expensive buttons. His hair is black, smooth and long and has bright red eyes.*

Ugh... what happened? *He looks around, confused before his hands reach instinctly to his black leather belt only to find no pistol nor sword.* Eh? Where's my stuff! My coat... pistol, sword... *He checks his pockets quickly and frowns.* My money.

*He looks around at the rest of the people aboard, frowning.* What's going on?

[Money]

We are currently being boreded by a force of men loyal to the monarch of the place where we are landing. All the crew were killed by a mysterious man who then disappeared and now we have no idea as to what is going on.

[CantrFreak]

Is the city we're landing in allied to our nation? *He walks over in a stately fashion to the windows.*

[Money]

*shrugs* We have no idea if that is the case.

[Money]

*looks thoughtful for a moment* I wounder could these be the armed forces of Horlish? I think we might be in the right area but...

[Antichrist_Online]

[Narrator] The ship finally lands, and you hear loud noises as it is boarded. Four men burst in, their bodies entirely covered in thick cast iron armour, held together with heavy rivets. Steam vents out the back every few minutes, making it appear to breathe, and betraying it as a powered suit, greatly increasing strength and endurance. In their hands are large repeating pulse weapons, the intricate glass workings sheilded by a brass mesh. One baring the insigna of a Sgt. moves over and instucts his men to search you for weapons, upon finding none he moves to open his mouth when the door burst open again.

Two masked soilders in black uniforms, wearing tight steel armour and carrying clockwork repeating weapons, about the size and operative capability of a sub machinegun, enter. They are followed by a female in a burgundy leather jerkin, that fastens at the left shoulder with two buttons. She wears black leather britches, black jack boots, leather flying gauntlets, a flat black leather feild cap, with a small silver badge and a black and silver baldrick, holding a silver rapier over her left hip. An elegant revolver sits at her right hip. Her firey red hair is tighed tightly back, with only a tiny finge straying over her patched left eye. [/Narrator]

[Woman] I'll take over here Sgt. *turns to the group* I am Captain... Smith. Of His Magesty King Edward VII's Special Operations Division. You are hereby placed under custody for the protection of the crown. Under section five of the Defence of the Realm Act, you are to be conscripted to aid in the recovery of something stolen from the Crown and to further the defence of the British Empire. We are short of opperatives due to recent troubles, and as you are already involved I see no fault in conscripting you to our service. You have a simple choice, work with us, or be shot for treason. Do I make myself clear?[/woman]

[Narrator] The two men beside her cock their weapons and raise them to their shoulders. [/Narrator]

[Money]

*executes a curt salute after the woman talks Geswald Turnot. Former cheif engineer of the army of Horlish, Currently a cheif weapons designer and ceo of Turnot Industries. I shall gladely serve under you Captin Smith.

[Zanthos]

*shrugs* Not like I'm not used to being ordered around anyway. Last time I go on a vacation.