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Erik Mynhier · **01-03-2015, 04:57 AM**

Erik ran toward his mount as he toward Erik. Swooping past Mikh'a, Erik grabbed the reins and swung into the saddle in a single motion, the bird never slowing his charge. Riding on to the guards Erik swung his axe low, striking with the flat of the blade. He reared as the chocobo turned sharp. He called as he rode hard toward Mikh'a now, "Dragon! Best follow if you wish to live!"

As he approached his soldier he reached out and caught him by the shirt and threw him behind the saddle as they rode out the gate, and into the blessed blizzard growing outside.

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Commander Ryder stood in the secure room, the entire membership of the Black Chains before him as he briefed them on the Red Wings, "And that boys and girls is the big bad secret of Ul'dah. These crazy bastards are near and dear to my crooked little heart, as they should be for your's. These poor misfits seem happiest when they are being shot or tortured. Now I don't give a hoot in the seven hells what these orders told them to do...." he said as he threw the copy of the Red Wings' orders on the table before him. "Those bastards saw what was before them and did what was asked, that's fine.... that's what soldiers do. But the rub of it is that those higher up from us knew better too.

He took a breath, looking at the locked faces around him, "Now as your commanding officer is fond of pointing out, the higher ranks love their politics. And he hit it on the nose. No Flame gets to the top by being stupid. These orders are shit and everyone knows it, but there are some who have wanted to do away with the Wings for one reason or another and these orders, their blatant stupidity ignored so that they could be the excuse needed to undo this group." Ryder sat now, "So here's what we are going to do. I'm going to use you fine upstanding men and women to help me find the prick that sent this shit ball down the hill."

He sighed, waving a hand. "Before I dismiss you lot, the Flame Hall is sending someone to pick up these two and get them out of my hands and your's. So patch them and pack them."

Mikh'a · **01-03-2015, 10:16 AM**

Brynjar needed not to be told twice, though it was less because Erik had called to him, and more because the Highlander had scooped his cat up and tossed him on to the back of the bird... and well, you know, that was his cat. And so the drake turned after giving one final, rolling breath of fire out on to the remaining guards, and bound after Erik, Mikh'a, and their mount in to the steadily growing weather beyond the Observatory.

He was never coming to Coerthas again, bad things happened every time. Every. Freaking. Time.

Mikh'a turned his head though, looking over his shoulder as they sped past Nako'li through the snow. The Elezen body was moving in as they were heading out again and he squinted in the growing storm as the building and its fire faded in to the distance behind them. He could have swore-- but no. It had to have been a trick of the storm. He'd smelled like a Miqo'te as they passed but surely... surely not, he was an Elezen. "Erik!" he called over the howl of the storm as they dove deeper in to its icy grasp. "Were you able to get your transmission out?!" It wasn't what he wanted to ask though.

It wasn't even close to what he wanted to ask. There was a gnawing guilt that briefly held him back, and his ears pinned back as he tried to listen. Were there other footsteps following them, crunching in the snow? He was afraid to look back and see an army of Elezen chasing them. Brynjar was on their heels, this much he knew, but what about anyone else? "We have to go back to Thanalan!" he finally begged. "To intercept them before they find out where everyone else went!" As far as he was aware Siha, Cliodhna, and Sieghart had gone to the Shroud, and Osric, Jin, and A'laric had gone to Limsa while anyone else had been told to scatter in Thanalan. He was not aware that not only was the bulk of their broken little family unit in Limsa, but that the Black Chains were technically calling to turn in that direction. His gloved fingers curled in the fabric of Erik's robe and he finally swung his gaze around over his shoulder to search the swirling snow behind them for any sign of a pursuer. He just wanted to get on the Falcon and get back to Thanalan as fast as possible before anyone else was caught, and until then he'd childishly cling to the hope that nothing terrible had happened to Kahn'a.

If only Erik hadn't been so grim about it when he'd said something. If only Mikh'a wasn't aware that this was not the first time this had happened to Erik. If only...

Askier · **01-03-2015, 01:25 PM**

A'trus and Rungee watched Ryder from the back of the room. Both had grumbled to one another and said their peace. The Black Chains were out of their hands at the moment. After the speech, the two left and strode quietly.through the Flame hall. At long last, Rungee looked at A'trus.

"Want a drink sir?"

"Gods yes." A'trus exclaimed with dry chuckle and two left.

The cell.

Kresha was about to scratch Titor's face again as the bloody towel came off when Alec slipped into the room and whispered something to her. The torture master paused, then.blinked in surprise. Then sighed and nodded as she lowered her hand.

"Get this one and Od'hilkas a Flame.uniform and take them to the hangar. They are going home."

With those words she left, leaving her soldiers to.carry out the orders. Two bells.later Kahn'a and Tutor would find themselves in.fresh uniforms standing in the hot hangar, their hands still bound behind their backs and sloppy bandaging covering their wounds as four guards stood around them with swords as they waited for the airship that would come and pick them up for transportation elsewhere.

Titor · **01-03-2015, 02:48 PM**

Titor continued to be dazed as he was patched up and lead out. His wounds would still continue bleeding, but only be stopped or at least held back a bit by the bandaging. It was hard to get him to his feet as they walked, but he tried with every last bit of his resolve to walk on his own.

The tremoring still continued though, which shook his whole body every few moments. When he was brought to the same room as Kahn'a horrified to see they had received the same treatment. Looking up at him with his red, bloodshot eyes, Titor wanted to speak, but found no voice. It was too raw.Â

They were going home. That was good, all he wanted to do was sleep. A few stray whimpers emitted from his throat subconsciously due to the residual burning and pain, not to mention the water that had found itself nestled into his lungs.

Setras Kyvari · **01-03-2015, 03:09 PM**

A few suns of poking around Limsa had yielded less information than he had hoped. It was at times like this that he really wished that Vixen operated more locally. It would have saved him so much time and effort to have her ears in addition to his. But life was rarely so accommodating as to simply hand you what you needed.

Leaning back against the wall, A'laric idly exhaled a cloud of smoke and turned the situation over in his mind again. "I don't see how you can smoke those things. They're foul," A'lecae complained.

A little smirk curved A'laric's lips up before he turned his head to blow the next cloud of smoke in his cousin's direction, earning himself a scowl in response. Chuckling, he flicked the spent cigarette to the ground, grinding it beneath the heel of his boot. "So's that liquor you make." Dragging a hand through his hair, he let out a slow breath. "You're finished, I assume?"

Nodding, A'lecae offered him a small satchel. Glass clinked inside. "A few of my usual, and the new one that you wanted. Just be careful not to dose yourself with it."

"Antidotes?"

"The ones with the red tops counter the blue. Yellow tops counter the green. White tops counter violet. Grey tops counter black.Â Blue paralyzes, green causes hallucinations, black blinds.Â Violet is the new one."

Slinging the satchel over his shoulder, A'laric smirked. "Good to know." Pausing, his head tilted as the linkpearl in his ear crackled, the first activity he'd heard from it since this mess had started. He blinked before a slow grin slid over his face as he listened to Osric's transmission. "Well well.. Looks like you were just in time, Hunter. I have a starting point."

"You need me to shadow?"

"No, don't worry about it. From the sound, there'll be plenty of bodies involved this go around." Giving A'lecaeÂ a brief clap on the shoulder, he turned. Back to the Drydocks. And hopefully some answers.

Siha · **01-03-2015, 03:55 PM**

As much as she wanted to be amused by Clio and Piper she just couldn't find the will to do it, instead her mind focused half on the conversation while the rest turned over her plans in her head. "Remember what the bandits used on us? Smoke bombs and grenades...explosions" she waved a hand, "What if we used a harmless version, smoke bombs and fireworks, it will make the Flames think someone is setting off bombs in the city but it will be safe. No one gets hurt and we get a window. I think bombs and the mention that it might be us would be enough to draw most if not all of the soldiers on duty" she explained. She winced at the end but only because it sounded much less grand now that she'd laid it out, "I'm fast enough, and I'm elusive enough I don't think they'd catch me...t-trust me" she wasn't going to let anyone else possibly get caught if it was her idea.

She was much swifter and slippery than most of the Wings knew, but it wasn't their fault, those traits had been gained from her upbringing and she didn't mention it often. There was no need, and only Erik and Titor knew much about it, the former because she'd felt it was only fair once she knew his past and the latter because he had seen it. Her brow furrowed as she thought of the pair of them, wondering where they were and if they were ok, it made her teeth sink into her lip and she closed her eyes for a moment to clear the worry. A deep breath later and another determined gleam in her eye had her looking back to Clio, "I think it would work. As for the pirates here...well if Youkio knows them he can set up a meeting if not...I'm sure we can draw them out. If they're professionals they can be hired, and if they can be hired they can be found one way or another."

She turned that over in her head as well, if the Flames were the ones that had hired the pirates in the first place it was possible they could use that. "It was two Lalafell and a Miqo'te actually. If Youkio can't set up the meeting, maybe we can find them another way, pass on our Flames Uniforms to Kiht and Youkio...hiding his face of course and send word through my contact here that the Flames are looking to hire their crew again since they're so satisfied with their work this time around...maybe..." she tapped her lip thoughtfully after finishing that one. It hinged on her contact actually knowing where they were which was dicey but if they frequented the decks of the city so casually they couldn't be too hard to find. Another nagging thought stuck in the back of her mind as well...what if they didn't attack them?

"Or...what if we make them come to us. It's dangerous because we'd have to hint that we were here but what if we spread the rumor that the Flames aren't satisfied...that they want their money back and that they're coming after that little- ahem, after the Captain and his crew. Maybe they'd actually be willing to give up their information if they thought they were being double crossed. Pirates are fickle that way...most pirates anyways..." she lifted her head again, surprised that she could think of more than one way to deal with them. "If we could get them on our side and find out what we need to know it would be more beneficial than simply knowing and we wouldn't have another enemy breathing down our neck, no extra, needless loss of life..."

Erik Mynhier · **01-03-2015, 03:58 PM**

~A few hours before the prisoner transfer...~

The man in his quiet office, his projector showing him all, all but the Flame that had entered the room unnoticed. With a sudden sound the man turned to the Flame, large, even for a Hellsguard. The Roe smiled as the little man exhaled in relief, "You frightened me sir." The Roe moved to sit opposite the hyur at the desk, "Enjoying your toys I see." The little man sneered, "No that damn Ryder is ruining my fun. I was enjoying watching that cat be skinned..... but I am as always grateful you have gone so far to help me sir. People I shared my story with always thought me petty, but you have gone to such lengths to help me get back at them."

The Hellsguard stood, his massive form seemed to fill the very room, "Not at all Lieutenant, it was my pleasure. And as for petty... you applied to join them many times, sought to be made their second in command, your scores were academically higher then most of the Wings, your family connections and wealth has in your life gotten you everything you wanted.... except your chance to play a spy." The hyur looked confused, "Sir?" The huge Flame laughed, "Seven hells man.... its not just the petty wranglings of a spoiled rich boy.. its Sun-Bat shit crazy." The Roe began to laugh harder, supporting his large frame on the desk, the angry midlander stood up, "What are you saying!?! How dare you! With a word from my father yo....." he froze silent as the Roe stopped laughing and was in a split second in his face, his massive hand on the man's face, lifting him in the air.

"You see, this... this right here is why you were never put in the Wings. That ego of your's wouldn't work in that unit. That Captain may have a good rep as a gentleman, but I have read reports of how his temper can get away from him." The little man's muffled screams pleaded for mercy. The larger Flame spoke softly, "Now, now, here you though you the mastermind, and just a pawn. Such a sad day for you. I would assume with that brain of your's you would have caught on when ol'Ryder said he was going to hunt the guy behind this. Now we gave you this tech to play with, but we can't let your ego get you caught by that old fox and have him follow the trail to me and my superiors, or twelve forbid, the Prince himself." As the roe began to squeeze the hyur flailed, "No little man, there will be no glory for you. You will be found murdered in an alley, you must have gotten drunk and pissed off an handsome roe." As he laughed at his own humor, the little man stopped flailing and grew still.

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~The Present - The Hanger~

As the captives and their handlers waited in the wide and hot hanger, there approached a Hellsguard Flame, and his men, "Ah.... the legendary Red Wings. I am sorry to meet you like this. I was often impressed by your exploits, a shame really. Anyway... I am Flame Captain Steel River. And though you are to be my prisoners, you will find it a lighter experience to what you have seen up to this point."

Cliodhna Eoghan · **01-03-2015, 05:28 PM**

Cliodhna leveled her gaze on Kiht, letting go of Youkio's ear in the process. "It seems this was an inside job as much as I hate to say it...The Flames our Captain has devoted so much of his life to seem to have turned against us. The bridge was for all intensive purposes, a set up, but the way the orders were given; we were unable to refuse them so now we're here...Hiding like wharf rats as they pick off our numbers." She explained, hint of venom in her voice. "I know the Captain won't take this lying down but he also knows I won't run and hide like he's told us. So as of right now, our only lead is the Pirate crew that carried out the botched mission for the set up. He must have sent us our way knowing you'll be willing to help as well." Cliodhna replied, letting a soft curve of her lips slip by.

Tilting her head to the side, she paused and listened to Siha with a slight quirk of her brow. This was the first time Cliodhna had heard the small Keeper talk as much as she had...and the ideas; they weren't bad. Any of them. When Siha had first insisted on going with her, Cliodhna had just assumed it was because of that injury and was only wanting to try and watch over here. Good intentions aside; She figured most of the time on the run would be spent just keeping her alive but this, this was an interesting surprise for Cliodhna. She was finally starting to see why Erik adopted her as a sister.

Her brows knitted at that comment. "It was? Right, I'm having trouble recalling details from the bridge it seems." She replied simply at the correction. "You have brought up some good points as well. Youkio might not be the best for a direct approach; if he has such a...unique history with them, they won't take his words at face value with the mention of another job. However; he will be useful to point out the group to Kiht who would be all the more convincing if she has the uniform and proper sealed paperwork." At these words, Cliodhna held up her hand for Siha to see Erik's Flame signet ring on her thumb. "She's also the only one they haven't seen from either this job or before."

"We write up a false paper stating they're in need of another job but need to meet in person. In the meantime, we use your contact Siha and anyone Youkio can dredge up to spread just enough word that it's actually a plot to wipe them out in one hit." She paused, biting her bottom lip in thought. "We then find the Pirate crew...or at least the captain and tell them we've also caught wind of the supposed threat via Kiht here and in exchange for information; we get rid of the group sent out to take them out and any paperwork stating their involvement, thus keeping them safe to continue pirating with one less target on their back. Siha this other contact you have, can they help us with either this step or acquiring the needed fireworks and smoke bombs for later?"

She paused, it wasn't a strong plan but it was all they had at the moment. "We'll rest a bit for now in shifts then set this into motion as soon as possible....I'll take first watch."

Aduu Avagnar · **01-03-2015, 05:51 PM**

Nako was coming up to the edge of the Observatorium when a Chocobo carrying a Highlander and a Miqo'te sped past him. As he glanced at him, a trill sounded from his visor and runes flashed across his vision. "Aetherial Match". Swearing, he took off away from the buildings following the path he had made through the snow, allowing him a quicker retreat than his inbound journey.
They were mounted, he wasn't. He could track them easily enough through the blizzard with his visor, but if they kept at the speed they were going at then he wasn't going to catch up with them. All he could do was give chase. So he did, letting the Glamour coating him drop as he reverted back to his Miqo'te body. The best he could hope for was Erik turning back and recognising him.

Kahn'a · **01-04-2015, 05:46 AM**

Itchy.

The bound Miqo'te struck the floor with the heel his boot, half believing he would cast the awful sensation away. But like a leech, it lingered, unimpressed, carrying on with its slow and lazy feast. Kahn'a could not help but wonder if that was what the victims of his hunts felt as their flesh were exposed, deprived of their smooth coil. He also wondered what was to happen to the little stripes of him he was leaving behind. With a disturbed interest, he had looked at them. Such a waste, he had thought, the harvest had been performed by a novice hand, and thus was no durable material to be created out of such an ugly dejection.

So itchy.

Roughly shoved into a uniform, and cotton applied on where the flesh was most exposed, Kahn'a was being lead to believe that fortune had finally chosen to grace him. All he could really do was believe indeed, not a soul had pronounced a word since the mistress of the domain had turned away and left. Along the corridor he was taking, he stumbled. He nary had space to take balanced steps, his escort was tight. And soon enough, he could taste the burnt air of Thalanan, and like a warm embrace, Kahn'a welcomed it. His senses were timidly coming back to him, they had crawled deep into his being, as if seeking shelter.

A sniff of the air taught him what he needed to know, a look with his eyes confirmed and settled that perception into reality. So, the good doctor had been caught too. Before he could linger, the Miqo'te averted his eyes. He felt unsurprised at the pitiful state the Hyur was in. In fact, a tiny part of him was even relieved. Misery loves company, was that how it went? Not entirely. The Keeper was also glad that he had not been stranded once again. That very fear was irrational, and come to think of it, childish even. But like a steel hand it had gripped Kahn'a, trying to squeeze the possibility that in order to save their skin, The Red Wings would leave him and anyone caught behind. He would still be battling with that demon, had it not be for the frustrated look on the soldiers' face. Obviously, something had happened that did not please them.

And soon he understood.

The massive Roegadyn man was towering over them, doing his introductions. There was... something oddly creepy in his behaviour. His words, his detachment. His smooth manners. Was this the face of a man who had seen too many winters donning the same official garb? Has he grown accustomed to that kind of occurrence... that kind of mistake? This was a face that called for many questions, but Kahn'a kept them quiet, before everything, he simply wanted out, and if complying in silence meant he would see his stay shortened, then so be it.

Knight Kat · **01-04-2015, 11:26 AM**

Kiht resisted the urge to let out a sigh. By now, she was sure she appeared very stoic to them, but she hardly knew any of them, and did not even know Siha all that well. Still, she was resolved to help. Kahn'a and Erik she knew really well, and her mind was even on that bearded Hyur. She was not going to let any of them down.

However, she knew why she was never a Grand Company spy. Holy Hells their plans got complicated fast. Kiht's brain was already starting to hurt. They wanted her to do what??

Great, I get to dress as an Immortal Flamer. Kiht thought sarcastically to herself. However, it sounded like they needed her for the role, so she was going to go along with it.

She would rather have something to scout or spear, but huzzah for new experiences. "Very well. Sounds like a plan." She said in a clear tone. She would need some time to process and think about everything said.

Kiht found the closest wall, and began to lean on it. She gazed upon Siha, and wondered if little disciple of magic could truly be fast and agile enough to flee from Immortal Flames pursuers. Would she have the stamina? Sure Siha was a Keeper, but one who looked a little more... Bookish.

Kiht took a deep breath then let out an exhale. If Siha says she can do it, Kiht would not be the one to try to convince her otherwise. The following events as they executed the plan was going to be interesting.

Siha · **01-04-2015, 11:13 PM**

~~~Next Day~~~

Siha had been confident enough that she could go into the city for now, she'd taken extra steps to actually cover herself this time. She'd tucked her hair under her turban securely and made sure the dark leather of the mask reached the tip of her nose, her dock working clothes getting yet another use. It was even more appropriate considering where she had gone and where she was now coming from, her first and priority visit had been her father, he could help them with whatever they'd need and she'd told Clio as much the night before. Before they rested, though it was a mostly restless night for the Keeper herself, sleep hadn't been easy to capture while she lay there and went over their plans.

Yuzu'ya had been more than happy to help them, guaranteeing that he'd be able to get his hands on fireworks, smokebombs, and even some weapons though she'd fought about the latter with him briefly. He'd still insisted and so they'd have their selection of actual explosives and other more practical weapons should they need or want them. After that he'd dispersed the masses with instructions (all 11 of them), find the Jolly Rogers and indirectly let them overhear that the Flames were hunting them down for more work and with the comfort that he'd be watching for Kiht and keeping her safe. Just in case things went bad.

Her own part was small for now technically, until they started moving and she moved along the docks discreetly, shouldering a fishing pole and sack as she passed the Fisher's guild. It would be a good reason to head to where they were hiding without suspicion and she made sure to tip her pole at the guards as she passed. She'd had to leave Kiht in Clio's capable hands for the meeting with her father but she was sure the Keeper woman could handle it, no matter how she felt about the plans themselves. She'd been rather mum about it all last night.

Erik Mynhier · **01-05-2015, 05:53 AM**

The blizzard was a blessing of the Fury he thought as he slowed his chocobo to a trot. The weather was enough of a barrier, at least all they would need. Less then a malm from the Observatory he drew a second closed circuit pearl from his bag, this one was one way and sent a very simple signal, a series of beeps. The only pearl in Eorzea that could pick up the signal was the one in Montblanc's head. Erik sighed in relief, looking back to check Mikh'a and to see if he had been followed, "Did you survive? If so congratulations on your first successful mission." He dismounted his bird and stood trying to spy the sky through wind and snow. He looked over to Mikh'a again, "I managed to get a communication to Commander Ryder. He is going to try and see after Kahn'a..... and Titor too it seems. But he still wants us to keep a low profile until this is sorted. He of course knows we will not. There seem to be forces at work against us more then we thought."

Mikh'a · **01-05-2015, 07:27 AM**

Mikh'a swung his body off of the chocobo as he came to a stop, though he near immediately regretted it. Snow up to his knees, guh. The small Miqo'te internally cursed the twelve and the unjust height they'd cursed him with while looking back to his captain. "Yeah." he said and he sniffed at the air. "Yeah I survived it." This time. Though now that they were far enough away and the rush was starting to wear off the poor boy was shaking - thankfully it could be mistaken for the temperature. He felt dizzy from the rush of it all, and the boy lifted his hand to his forehead while scenting the air. "The mission isn't successful yet though, we're not home, and our names aren't cleared."

Erik was still talking. There were still things being said, and if he weren't already cold he'd have had that same sense of ice water filling his blood when Titor's name was dropped as well. How? Why? What were they doing to get caught? Why hadn't they kept their heads low? He vaguely remembered Kahn'a saying something, something about Ul'dah and contacts and a mission that he had to do for Erik. The thought crossed his mind, had Kahn'a been caught on purpose? Had Titor? Was this all part of their captain's elaborate plan to clear their names? Those big pink eyes shifted to look at Erik as he scanned the sky through the storm though as he went to open his mouth he felt a scaly head bump his fingers. Startled, Mikh'a lowered his gaze and set his hand to rest on the drake's head. "Brynjar..." he said quietly, then gave him a pat. "It's okay buddy... we're going home soon..."

Mikh'a's heart ached. It was suddenly harder to hold out hope that Kahn'a was being treated to tea and a quiet chat about the Red Wings with Brynjar's appearance. It was just a sorry reminder that Ragnar had said the same thing Kahn'a had. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. "We're going to keep a low profile... and save our men, right?" he questioned Erik though the answer was obvious. The boy nodded his head when Erik confirmed the statement and took a deep breath. "I'll do whatever it takes to get this over with, and clear our names."

He scented the air, then whipped his head around. There it was again, carried on the wind. This time it was stronger and no less unrecognizable as the not!Elezen that had been stalking in to the observatory as they were fleeing. He was close by and the boy defensively bared his fangs. The timing was too convenient with what Erik had just said and he was not without caution as he took a step forward, though Brynjar firmly planted his weight between the approaching Nako'li, his charge, and the captain. ( The bird too. ) "Who goes there?" Mikh'a called, grateful for the conjury Siha had taught him as he'd left his book on the ship with Montblanc for the sake of the role Erik had tasked him with.

Aduu Avagnar · **01-05-2015, 09:11 AM**

As Nako'li stalked through the darkness and flurry of the blizzard, the triple light of his Visor scanned left and right as he approached the small mismatched group. He was thankful for the scarf and heavy coat, the blizzard was unexpected, but it was fortuitous. It meant that there was very little chance of the Ishgardians following behind him. the wind whipped at the corners of the red coat, making the vials rattle slightly, a sound that would be muffled by the blizzard.

'Who goes there?'. Mikh'a's voice carried across the wind to Nako's ears, which twitched when they picked it up, though the sound was dulled. He'd been noticed at least. He waited till he was closer and was sure that his voice would be picked up. "Relax, I'm a friend, and besides, if I wanted to harm you, I would have done so already." His visor scanned over the group, bookmarking the Aetheric Signature of the Miqo'te and flashing a confirmation message when it scanned over Erik. Just the two of them.

"Where are the others? well, beyond Khan'a and Titor that is, I know well where they are."

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