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the Flying Whale , the
“cleaner fish” chased the enemy mother ship.
Its engines blazed blue
light and fire as it desperately tried to outrace the much larger ship. Its
escort ships formed a different sort of barrier by engaging the cleaner fish in
dogfights. They darted back and forth over the sea in brutal combat. Slashing
with mechanical claws at melee range and then hammering with tempered barriers,
they strove to knock each other below for the creatures of the deep. From a
distance, they shredded enemy fuselages with spell charges. The cleaner fish
broke through the slaver’s ships and Flying Whale closed in on its prey.
Suddenly, the slaver’s
exhaust flared golden-brown and the ship rapidly accelerated. The cleaner fish
couldn’t keep up. They fell further and further behind as their bounty pulled
away.
“All hands, brace
yourselves!” blared an intercom. “This is going to get rough!”
Inside the bridge,
Raguc lifted his left hand above his head and his tattoo glowed. The griffin
symbol projected itself on the open sky, and the griffin inside the seal raised
its right claw and cawed. In response, a tremendous gust of wind blew over the
deck and Flying Whale lurched forward.
The air ahead of them
was hazy with golden-brown smoke. The cleaner fish avoided this chaotic exhaust
by flying around it, but Flying Whale dived straight through. A series
of barriers activated over the ship as it entered the cloud until the ship was
doubly encompassed. Eric activated his own to be safe. This stuff could be
worse than a garden-variety mana cloud. I don’t want to take any chances with
this stuff.
There were things in this cloud; airborne creatures that appeared to drift in and out of reality.
Their physical bodies constantly shifted in every conceivable way. Looking at
them made Eric’s eyes sting and his head throb. Their otherworldly noises made
his ears hurt. Despite all the barriers, they put terror in Eric’s heart. A
minute later, Flying Whale exited the cloud and saw the mother ship they
were tailing steadily lose altitude. It was being ravaged by its own engines.
Limbs of varying
substance had grown out of the engines and now they flailed erratically,
damaging the ship and each other. A deep-throated laugh boomed through the
intercom.
“Crew of Flying
Whale , prepare to feast!”
The ship opened its
great mouth and put on a burst of speed. The slaver mother ship dropped faster
and so the Whale dived to meet it at the water. A gust of wind appeared
out of nowhere to propel it backwards and into the maw of the outlaw’s ship.
Then its jaws closed around it.
Inside, the outlaws
scrambled to kill the monster growing out of the slaver ship’s engines. Kallen
raced to take part, but an orc was already there, doing the bulk of the work.
He slashed off limbs, shielded his crewmates, and utilized a mysterious power
out of his right hand. It glowed with eldritch light and warped the area around
his hand. By pointing at the engine, he used it to inhibit the engine monster’s
growth.
Kallen drove in anyway
and struck an exhaust port with her crystal. At once, the chaotic energy left
the engine and dove into her crystal and into the grey light inside. It flashed
golden-brown and a same color aura appeared around Kallen herself. She put her
left hand between her eyes and muttered, “Chaos is with me.”
The aura vanished and
the grey light dimmed. Without its chaotic power, the engine monster stopped
growing and ceased mutating. The orc delivered the killing blow, then turned to
her, and said, “Thanks, soft-skin.”
“You’re welcome,
violent brute.”
The orc then tore open
the door to the ship and led the following raid. They found enemies and killed
or captured them, depending on the level of resistance they encountered. The
captain was a little harder to bring down, but he was ultimately cuffed all the
same. All the captives were then marched out and thrown at the feet of Captain
Raguc. The
“cleaner fish” chased the enemy mother ship.
Its engines blazed blue
light and fire as it desperately tried to outrace the much larger ship. Its
escort ships formed a different sort of barrier by engaging the cleaner fish in
dogfights. They darted back and forth over the sea in brutal combat. Slashing
with mechanical claws at melee range and then hammering with tempered barriers,
they strove to knock each other below for the creatures of the deep. From a
distance, they shredded enemy fuselages with spell charges. The cleaner fish
broke through the slaver’s ships and Flying Whale closed in on its prey.
Suddenly, the slaver’s
exhaust flared golden-brown and the ship rapidly accelerated. The cleaner fish
couldn’t keep up. They fell further and further behind as their bounty pulled
away.
“All hands, brace
yourselves!” blared an intercom. “This is going to get rough!”
Inside the bridge,
Raguc lifted his left hand above his head and his tattoo glowed. The griffin
symbol projected itself on the open sky, and the griffin inside the seal raised
its right claw and cawed. In response, a tremendous gust of wind blew over the
deck and Flying Whale lurched forward.
The air ahead of them
was hazy with golden-brown smoke. The cleaner fish avoided this chaotic exhaust
by flying around it, but Flying Whale dived straight through. A series
of barriers activated over the ship as it entered the cloud until the ship was
doubly encompassed. Eric activated his own to be safe. This stuff could be
worse than a garden-variety mana cloud. I don’t want to take any chances with
this stuff.
There were things in this cloud; airborne creatures that appeared to drift in and out of reality.
Their physical bodies constantly shifted in every conceivable way. Looking at
them made Eric’s eyes sting and his head throb. Their otherworldly noises made
his ears hurt. Despite all the barriers, they put terror in Eric’s heart. A
minute later, Flying Whale exited the cloud and saw the mother ship they
were tailing steadily lose altitude. It was being ravaged by its own engines.
Limbs of varying
substance had grown out of the engines and now they flailed erratically,
damaging the ship and each other. A deep-throated laugh boomed through the
intercom.
“Crew of Flying
Whale , prepare to feast!”
The ship opened its
great mouth and put on a burst of speed. The slaver mother ship dropped faster
and so the Whale dived to meet it at the water. A gust of wind appeared
out of nowhere to propel it backwards and into the maw of the outlaw’s ship.
Then its jaws closed around it.
Inside, the outlaws
scrambled to kill the monster growing out of the slaver ship’s engines. Kallen
raced to take part, but an orc was already there, doing the bulk of the work.
He slashed off limbs, shielded his crewmates, and utilized a mysterious power
out of his right hand. It glowed with eldritch light and warped the area around
his hand. By pointing at the engine, he used it to inhibit the engine monster’s
growth.
Kallen drove in anyway
and struck an exhaust port with her crystal. At once, the chaotic energy left
the engine and dove into her crystal and into the grey light inside. It flashed
golden-brown and a same color aura appeared around Kallen herself. She put her
left hand between her eyes and muttered, “Chaos is with me.”
The aura vanished and
the grey light dimmed. Without its chaotic power, the engine monster stopped
growing and ceased mutating. The orc delivered the killing blow, then turned to
her, and said, “Thanks, soft-skin.”
“You’re welcome,
violent brute.”
The orc then tore open
the door to the ship and led the following raid. They found enemies and killed
or captured them, depending on the level of resistance they encountered. The
captain was a little harder to bring down, but he was ultimately cuffed all the
same. All the captives were then marched out and thrown at the feet of Captain
Raguc. The
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