Steampunk Noir

[ezz]

*brushes himself of from where he was searched by the guards, creating clouds of dust from his sooty clothes*

Well, I dont know much about all these fancy weapons, but I was the champion arm-wrestler in the 'grapes an hoop', an I can make pretty much anything outta steel. If your telling me to follow your orders, seems I can but follow them.

[CantrFreak]

*The man laughs to himself moments after the woman speaks.* It doesn't seem like I can even get some peace and quiet even when I'm on my vacation, which is too many years overdue. *He walks over to the soldiers and salutes, and introduces himself casually.* Major Lance Haptism at your service. And to assist you, we would need more information on the missing item, along with... *he looks back at the corpses* What happened here. I assume with the threats that this would be one of those missions that are of the most urgent kind. I hate those missions, gives me too much of a headache."

[hEarty]

*she laughs with delight as the men approach to search her. She steps forward with her right leg, her hand going down to draw her skirt back to show them the empty harness strapped to the inside of her thigh and then does the same for her left leg. She grins impishly as she takes one of their hands, bringing it to the front of her corset and dipping his fingers inside to show him that there is nothing inside there. She steps back, turning slowly, her form fitting outfit hiding nothing else from them and she tosses her head back, running her fingers through her loose hair*

I'm afraid someone has already beaten you to the pleasure of stripping me of my weapons.

*she then turns and walks forward to examine the woman* Captain...Smith, you said?

*she smirks*

I will do as you say for as long as it benefits me.

[CantrFreak]

You know, hEarty, you don't tell them that you'll only follow thier orders unless it benefits you. Especially not to military personell with clearance like them, they obviously have been given permission to kill and that this is no bluff. *smiles at her and then at the guards* Though I suspect you'd have to get the Captain to shoot you herself considering the guys here might be reluctant. *laughs*

[Money]

*looks to hEarty* Do you think you could resist them? I think with those weapons they could take all of us down in seconds let alone one.

[Leo Luncid]

(OOC: The following assumes I'm at the main hall since the landing. Sorry, I'm so behind.)

*raises his hands absent-mindly at the sight of the weapons* I second that fact.

*with slight nervousness* Yes, Captain Smith, you've made yourself clear. Joshua Bekkit; if it ever matters.

[hEarty]

*She chuckles as she hears both CantrFreak and money behind her, her eyes never leaving Captain Smith*

I trust that Captain Smith here will understand that anything keeping me alive so that I can continue with my business benefits me...

*she smiles sweetly at Captain Smith*

[Antichrist_Online]

[Captain Smith] We have all your records. We know things about you that even you do not know. Major, I assume you're aware that SOD ranks take priority over normal ranks, and you will all be under my direct command. *Turns to one of her guards* Horlish? [/Captain Smith]

[Guard #1] Probably some godsforsaken tribe in the colonys, Ma'am. [/Guard #1]

[Captain Smith] Indeed... well you're under my jurisdiction now. *Moves very close to hEarty, placing her left hand behind her and her right on hEarty's thigh* We know all about you. *Her unpatched eye flashes completely black and her lips seem to swell and turn more red for a moment before she breaks away* Sgt, decapitate and burn the bodies, remove any identifying marks from them and ensure there's nothing left then torch the airship. *turns to the group* Collect your belongings and be on the airstrip. I suggest you hurry, unless you fancy yourself fireproof. *laughs coldly* [/Captain Smith]

[Bowser]

Righto, to the air strip it is. *having never left his cozy spot by the open door, he drops his clove to the floor, snuffs it out with his foot, and proceeds to the airstrip*

[hEarty]

*her eyes widen as she listens to Captain Smith before she slowly grins, nodding*

Of course you do, Captain.

*she turns, winking suggestively at the guards as she gathers her silk skirts in her hands and exits the ship*

[Money]

*nods* As you wish captin *proceed to walk off the ship*

[Zanthos]

*grudgingly heads to retrieve his baggage from his room, and then returns to the main room and walks out the door*

[CantrFreak]

Yes, Captain Smith, I do understand, though my rank is not as normal as you say it is. *He looks over towards the hallways and shrugs.* I'm not about to carry luggage and all that, and my valuables have probably been taken. *He takes a few steps to the exit and stops.*

Curious, Captain, but how did you obtain all this information about us when there is no way you could have known who would be the survivors of this tragedy? And... you avoided my question, what is going on here. To be effective, one must understand the situation.

(OOC: SOD?)

[Antichrist_Online]

[Narrator] As the last of the bloodstained armoured troops rush you off the airship, timed charges explode in the hydrogen balloon, causing a rapid yellow burn over the blackened skeleton of the ship, destroying all evidence of who survived and who died. A large armoured transport, venting steam like the powered armour sits on a cobbled street, between the towering red brick buildings. The neogothic and Victorian frontages are blackened with the soot of the great chimleys, billowing out steam and smoke into the red sky. The transport creeks as its rust coloured hatch open at the back.[Narrator]

[Captain Smith] Load up and move out. You're to be given quarters in our headquarters and will be supplied with tools to preform the tasks we require of you. However first we must go see the Core. *Starts boarding the transport, her eyes breifly turning to the top of a near by building on the way* [/Captain Smith]

[Money]

The core captin? *shrugs* A well, I figure all will be revealed once we get their *boards the transport*