VIENDA GAOL | ONE HOUSE PAST MIDNIGHT
“Left, you right! Got it!” He shouted, lifting both guns and looking down in the yard. Focusing on the left guard still moving towards Ginny and Cypruss, the older man aimed for the torso and shot twice from both hands. Bang, bang!
Raksha: `2d6` = (3+4) = 7
Serro first shot, so so, in the shoulder.
Serro second shot, in the ribs.
Raksha: 3d6 = (3+1+2) = 6
Gale first shot, so so, in the stomach.
Gales second shot, miserable.
Gales third shot, graze across the outer side of the neck.
“Ahhh my clocking head, shit! Shit hold on we need to get back out of the brail range.” She growled, snapping back on the inner workings and controlled with a hasty pull spell. They shuddered backwards just as Gales second shot rang out. It barely grazed the officers thigh as they stood vomiting from the pain of both the first shot and the brail. The ladder moved back, too high for the trio below to reach it from the yard. They would have to climb the wall now to get to it. Gales third shot exploded in a burst of flame and smoke, the rounded bullet passing through the outer side of the Seventen’s neck, where he grabbed at the wound with wide eyes.
Raksha: `3d6` = (6+6+6) = 18
SidekickBOT Today at 20:14 (Seventen counter)
Raksha: 2d6 = (3+6) = 9
Cypress dagger to the knee, Seventen counter failed (3), perfect slice.
Cypress kick to the chest, perfect however equally countered by the Seventen (6)
Cypress dagger to the others stomach. death for the officer.
“You’ll be made for this bitch!” He growled, reaching for his baton even as fear was echoed in his eyes as he watched her race past him to his colleague. Without the mona, the Seventen were at an extreme disadvantage. The officer didn’t even see her, wide eyed and ears ringing from the brail, blood trickling from his ears. Her blade would slide cold into warm flesh, drawing a shocked gasp from the galdor.
Raksha: `d6` = (4) = 4
Ginny explosion okay but only just.
“Bull! Bull ye bastard get here!” She cried, without consideration of her own safety as she clambered the wall to reach him. The large brown haired man stood covered in rock dust, his forehead oozing fresh bright red blood over the top of it, reaching for her tiny hand.
“Gin…you clocking idiots.” He coughed, dragging himself up as best he could and falling over the other side with a groan. Ginny bent to help him to his feet, slinging an arm over her shoulders.
“Help me rosh! We gotta get up the wall!” She would begin to drag the man, far to big for her to help on her own for long, towards a ladder on the far wall that would let them reach the one that hung from the airship. Across the prison, a loud siren wailed over and over, one being turned by a hand crank within the guard room, calling for backup and alerting an escape. Those in the aeroship would hear it, but not those in the yard. Their ears would be ringing, deaf to everything for a while. They would make it up the wall and onto the lower rungs of the ladder, before another sound would alert the crew on the Crow.
It was the sound of engines in the sky.
From within the ship, Serro withdrew from the window and gestured wildly at Red.
“Up! Up they’re on the ladder! We gotta go, we gotta go NOW RED NOW!” He lept to the ladder that went up to where Francis waited, all but bashing the hatch open and dragging himself up on the roof.
“Winch Hammer! Bring them home! Bring them home! We got company so move FAST and hold on TIGHT!” As he spoke, the great black ship began to turn swiftly, swinging the rope ladder around in a wide arc as it did. Red grit her teeth, taking them at speed higher and further from the gaol. Even so, two larger ships loomed from the darkness above towards them, dressed in the forest greens of the Seventen uniform.
The chase was on.
Clinging to the hatch of the roof, Serro called down through the hatch.
“Gunner! The one on the left, it’s coming up fast, aim for the rudder if you can or the propellers once it gets close. We need to slow it down. Hawkes ships should meet us between Vienda and Old Rose but we gotta fucking make it there!”
Francis will need to bring the trio up onto the roof, and avoid slipping off the ship. There will be high winds and a decent amount of movement.
Sednai, Ginny and Stu need to hold onto that ladder for dear life. It is swinging mid air, and Stu is very weak. Sednai needs to ensure he doesn't loose his grip.