Askier Mergrey looked at the ocean below. For hours he had been lazily piloting the airship in long, low sweeping runs above the surface of the ocean, his golden eyes observing the numerous ships traveling along the shipping lanes. He had a type of vessel in mind, and finally found two of them, traveling side by side.
Massive trade galleons, their sails full to the winds, their hulls obviously Limsian. The Garlean made a few more passes, making sure they got a good look at the airship as he pulled his Flame coat out of a bag and slipped it onto his shoulders.Â
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The Garlean made one last, low pass, hoping at least one crew member would see the attire and live to tell as Askier pulled a lever and the airship rose up into the air, the altimeter reading one-thousand. The Garlean then lowered the throttle to a slow crawl, matching the speed of the ships below as he turned and went over to the large thing covered in canvas. Askier pulled out his knife and cut the ropes holding the canvas down. The canvas tarp flew off and a metal, magictec bomb sat there, glinting in the sun. Askier pattered it tenderly.
Meanwhile, slumped against the gunwale, her arms against her back, Kanaria Galanodel had woken, jostled awake by the turning of the ship. She'd struggled to loosen the binds that held her, but to no avail. She let out a soft sigh, one that wouldn't be heard over the winds sweeping pass. Her lavender eyes watched Askier quietly as her heart started to race once more as she tried to figure out what he was up to. It wasn't until the boat slowed and he cut the ropes that held the covering on the bomb loose that she gasped.
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There was tremendous hurt in her normally kind eyes as she looked back and forth between the two.
"Askier..." She wiggled upon the deck trying her best to at least sit up. "Askier! What are you doing?!" She cried out over the soft howl of the wind.
Askier looked from the bomb to the woman as he stepped to one side of the device. His eyes twinkled as he let a massive grin cover his face.Â
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"You are awake! I was worried you were going to sleep through the show. You have the second best seat. The best are those poor bastards below us." Askier seized a lever and placed his right foot on the side of the bomb as the wind sent Askier's hair flailing around like a den of serpents.
Kanaria eyed him as he spoke and twisted on the spot to face him. Her fingers worked to get to something at the small of her back.
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"Second best?" She looked about quickly and tensed, she couldn't figure out where they were, just sky. "Who? Do you even know who they are? Would you send simple civilians to their death!?" Kanaria struggled more, she had to reach it! He was about to set the bomb free.
"Yes!" Askier exclaimed, and then paused. The bomb maker looked sad for a moment and was still, the wind howling in his ears as his coat danced on the wind’s fingers. "I'm sorry Kanaria, " Askier said slowly, his smile becoming a sad one.
"I would have destroyed Ul'dah for Saravena, I'll get over killing some sailors for Taeros."Â Askier then grunted and jerked the lever.Â
"Taeros?! Th-this is about that low life scumbag?!" her eyes widened as he pulled the lever, her fingers still working to get that dagger she just couldn't seem to reach.
"N-no!" she yelled as loud as her voice could manage
There was a screech, followed by a groan, as the bomb detached from its mounting. Askier then gave it amassive shove with his leg. The bombrolled forward towards the gunwale, part of which had been removed. The bomb reached the edge and hung there fora moment as the ship rocked. The momentseemed to last an eternity before the bomb rolled over and fell towards the pair of ships like the wrath of Bahamut.Â
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One of the sailors, a Seeker, saw it coming, the bomb casting a shadow on the deck. The man threw himself overboard. The bomb slammed onto the deck before it exploded in a ball of blue fire. The ship that it had stuck was blown to bits,and the second ship was torn in twain as the fire and shock wave shattered hull and flesh alike.
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Black smoke rose up around the airship that shook violently to-and-fro as the blast waves reached it.
Askier hung on to his life line as the propeller continued to push the airship forward, out of the cloud of smoke while Kanaria cringed and closed her eyes. The turbulence from the blast subsided after a few more moments and the Garlean walked to the aft of the vessel and looked down at the twisted wreckage and flotsam that danced upon the ocean’s surface.
 Tears flowed down Kanaria’s face as she kept her eye tightly shut, not looking at the miqo’te.
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"Askier...." she whispered softly.
Massive trade galleons, their sails full to the winds, their hulls obviously Limsian. The Garlean made a few more passes, making sure they got a good look at the airship as he pulled his Flame coat out of a bag and slipped it onto his shoulders.Â
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The Garlean made one last, low pass, hoping at least one crew member would see the attire and live to tell as Askier pulled a lever and the airship rose up into the air, the altimeter reading one-thousand. The Garlean then lowered the throttle to a slow crawl, matching the speed of the ships below as he turned and went over to the large thing covered in canvas. Askier pulled out his knife and cut the ropes holding the canvas down. The canvas tarp flew off and a metal, magictec bomb sat there, glinting in the sun. Askier pattered it tenderly.
Meanwhile, slumped against the gunwale, her arms against her back, Kanaria Galanodel had woken, jostled awake by the turning of the ship. She'd struggled to loosen the binds that held her, but to no avail. She let out a soft sigh, one that wouldn't be heard over the winds sweeping pass. Her lavender eyes watched Askier quietly as her heart started to race once more as she tried to figure out what he was up to. It wasn't until the boat slowed and he cut the ropes that held the covering on the bomb loose that she gasped.
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There was tremendous hurt in her normally kind eyes as she looked back and forth between the two.
"Askier..." She wiggled upon the deck trying her best to at least sit up. "Askier! What are you doing?!" She cried out over the soft howl of the wind.
Askier looked from the bomb to the woman as he stepped to one side of the device. His eyes twinkled as he let a massive grin cover his face.Â
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"You are awake! I was worried you were going to sleep through the show. You have the second best seat. The best are those poor bastards below us." Askier seized a lever and placed his right foot on the side of the bomb as the wind sent Askier's hair flailing around like a den of serpents.
Kanaria eyed him as he spoke and twisted on the spot to face him. Her fingers worked to get to something at the small of her back.
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"Second best?" She looked about quickly and tensed, she couldn't figure out where they were, just sky. "Who? Do you even know who they are? Would you send simple civilians to their death!?" Kanaria struggled more, she had to reach it! He was about to set the bomb free.
"Yes!" Askier exclaimed, and then paused. The bomb maker looked sad for a moment and was still, the wind howling in his ears as his coat danced on the wind’s fingers. "I'm sorry Kanaria, " Askier said slowly, his smile becoming a sad one.
"I would have destroyed Ul'dah for Saravena, I'll get over killing some sailors for Taeros."Â Askier then grunted and jerked the lever.Â
"Taeros?! Th-this is about that low life scumbag?!" her eyes widened as he pulled the lever, her fingers still working to get that dagger she just couldn't seem to reach.
"N-no!" she yelled as loud as her voice could manage
There was a screech, followed by a groan, as the bomb detached from its mounting. Askier then gave it amassive shove with his leg. The bombrolled forward towards the gunwale, part of which had been removed. The bomb reached the edge and hung there fora moment as the ship rocked. The momentseemed to last an eternity before the bomb rolled over and fell towards the pair of ships like the wrath of Bahamut.Â
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One of the sailors, a Seeker, saw it coming, the bomb casting a shadow on the deck. The man threw himself overboard. The bomb slammed onto the deck before it exploded in a ball of blue fire. The ship that it had stuck was blown to bits,and the second ship was torn in twain as the fire and shock wave shattered hull and flesh alike.
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Black smoke rose up around the airship that shook violently to-and-fro as the blast waves reached it.
Askier hung on to his life line as the propeller continued to push the airship forward, out of the cloud of smoke while Kanaria cringed and closed her eyes. The turbulence from the blast subsided after a few more moments and the Garlean walked to the aft of the vessel and looked down at the twisted wreckage and flotsam that danced upon the ocean’s surface.
 Tears flowed down Kanaria’s face as she kept her eye tightly shut, not looking at the miqo’te.
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"Askier...." she whispered softly.
