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Westward: Incident at Fort Southridge
Shadow Chorus:
Seth looked up at the Shepard as he spoke to him, the Techanic's moving between his bike and the speaking man. At his suggestion of moving, Seth shifts his torso against the wall and moves his injured leg with his hands, pulling it closer to his chest.
"I'm afraid if you want to have your medic look at me I'm going to need some help getting there. My leg is currently going numb in response to blunt impact. The weight of my vehicle was pressed on it momentarily, and, I've more than likely strained a muscle in my leg. Likely the lower calf."
Seth looked over to his bike, feeling his neck to ensure that the key was still on its necklace. It was, and he sighed, lifting the goggles from his face to look the Shepard in the eye.
"And if it's not too much trouble, could I request that no-one touches my vehicle? It's not delicate machinery, but it's mine, and I'd like it not tampered with."
Veldanya Venalla:
"Nice to Meet you Zoe. Good to see they have someone sensible as at least the second." she nodded to the other woman.
Zoe stifles a chuckle at the womans comment.
"Don't think too harshly on the Captain. He might be a tad brash and forceful but well...he's one of the best damn men I know out here in the wastes, besides my loving husband at least. Worry not, the Doc might not exactly be that skillful when it comes to human interaction but I'd almost bet my gun belt on finding anyone better when it comes to patching up wounds."
She watches as Enoka tends to her wound, giving a slight shrug to question.
"Well....simply put we were on a run...and just happened to be in the vicinity. Though I certainly know what you mean about the Marshal. He and the Captain share a similar school of thought in that area. Though, pardon my possible intrusion, how is it you became acquainted with the Marshal?"
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The Shepard maintains complete eye contact as he replies to the Technic's request.
"Worry not, I guarantee that no one lays hands on your bike. I can understand the connection it must hold for you to your past."
Taking the Technic's hand, the man hoists Seth up, supporting the injured mechanics weight on his shoulder as the two slowly make their way down into the belly of the ship and towards the medical bay. As they make their small journey the clergyman occasionally speaks to the man next to him.
"So...that bike is certainly an engineering marvel. Can't say I've ever seen anything like it. Build it yourself?"
Shadow Chorus:
"My father built it." Seth responded as the Shepard assisted him in limping toward the med-bay. "It's all I have left of him. He was attacked and killed seeking that machine and the blueprints. The latter was destroyed, and so I'm the only one with the knowledge of how it works or how to build it. I do all I can to remember my father by making sure that bike survives. I've improved on its design and repaired parts over the years, but that bike is all that's left of Alexander Ravenhall. Especially after the capital has likely wiped both of us and our family from its records."
Seth's eyes are somewhat unfocused as he speaks, as if he is reliving the events of that moment as he walks. There was something about this most recent attack that had sparked memories of that day inside of him. Perhaps it was the numbers, the mysterious nature of the attack, the suddenness of the ambush. But this attack was all too familiar to Seth, and he was remembering back to the last time he had experienced something like this.
Veldanya Venalla:
The two men slowly make their way through the ship towards the medical bay, the Shepard listening to the injured mans story. He seems to pause for a moment as the technic mentions his fathers name
"Alexander....Ravenhall. Hmm..."
The two reach the door to the med bay, the clergyman gazing into the window in the door.
"Well it would seem the good doctor is almost finished patching up the Marshal. However there isn't much room in there so it might be best if you rest out here until he is ready for you."
Guiding Seth over to a nearby sofa he lowers him down and then takes a seat at the other end of the sofa.
Veldanya Venalla:
As Seth and Enoka chat with the two crew members, the Serenity draws closer to its destination. Down in the medbay Vil and Mal speak as the Marshal is patched up.
"So Vil, what brings you all the way out here? Especially while in the company of such fine and upstanding looking citizens."
The Marshal chuckles.
"As fine and upstanding as yourself Mal I would say. Let's just say I am helping out a friend with a....delivery."
The Captain catches the slight hint and nods his head
"Ah....I see, say no more. Well, I can promise you safe travel to Yewanrey, after that...."
"Don't worry about the local guards or any of that. I will see to that."
From a small device on the wall a voice echoes out.
"Mal, we are coming up on Yewanrey. We doing a drop and hook or landing?"
The Captain moves over and hits a button on the side of the device.
"Take us down Wash. I'm being told we shouldn't have any issues with the locals, and if so this would be a good opportunity to restock and whatnot."
Releasing the button he glances over at Simon.
"So Doc, is he good to go yet?"
"I would say so, all patched up. Though I would advise getting into any tumbles or anything until those stitches have had a chance to set in."
Both Mal and Vil head out of the medbay, the Marshal noticing the Technic nearby and gesturing that they were headed topside. Reaching the deck they watch from the railing as the ship lowers down and settles on an open patch of ground a short distance from the walls of Yewanrey. Lowering a gangplank they head down in time to meet a handful of guardsmen. The leader of the group approaches the two men.
"We have no scheduled airship arrivals at this time, nor did we receive any contact noting anything. Explain your business at once."
Vildayvin pulls his coat open slightly, the sunlight glinting off the Marshal badge on his chest.
"Official Marshal business. They have been assisting me, therefore they shall not be harassed and their vessel is exempt from any searches or anything else. Do I make myself clear?"
The guardsman stumbles for a moment, clearly surprised to suddenly be facing a Marshal.
"Y....Yes sir. I do apologize, we will be off now."
With that the guardsmen turn and head back into the city. Letting out a chuckle Malcolm turns towards the Marshal
"I gotta say, it never gets old watching you do that."
"Well...I'm sure you are aware it is not something I do often or without reason. You and yours pulled me and the others out of one hell of a bind, gave us transportation as well as medical aid. I figure this makes us even, especially if you are up to your old tricks."
"Me? Nah, I am a perfect legitimate and honest ship captain."
"Riiiiggghtt."
The two remain at the bottom of the gangplank until they are joined by Seth, Sebastian, and Enoka. Placing a hand on the Captains shoulder the Marshal nods.
"Well Captain, I would say this is the point where we part ways for the time being. Thank you once again for your assistance and may you always keep flying."
Malcolm nods, smiling at the last bit.
"Oh, I can promise we will. Good day Marshal...Sir....Sir....M'am. (He nods at Seth, Sebastian, and Enoka as he passes them."
Vildayvin turns and heads into the town, passing through the streets in a round-about fashion, eventually arriving at the Doctors house once more. Once more Vil simply heads inside, the same old man from before is sitting in one of the chairs.
"Ah Vil, you are back!"
His eyes immediately settle on the case in the lawmans hand
"And successful I take it?"
Nodding Vil places the case on a nearby table. Fiddling with the locks on it he pops the lid and turns it to the doctor. The old man nods and Vil closes the lid. Gramps gets up and walks into the side room and comes out with three purses, the contents inside clinking softly. He hands one to Vil and then one to Seth and the other to Sebastian. He then realizes that Enoka is there.
"Oh, um I do apologize m'am. I am a little busy at the moment. If you would be so kind to wait outside I can see you once I am done with these gentlemen."
Vildayvin waves his hand dismissevely.
"She's with us Gramps. A little bit more muscle we acquired at Southridge."
Vildayvin tosses his purse to Enoka.
"I'll cover her."
"Ahh....well...up to you Marshal. Once again I do appreciate all of your help."
The Marshal nods and gestures to the others to end out the door. Once outside he looks at each of them.
"Well, with that I do believe things are complete. You have each received the agreed upon payment. I do want to thank you all for your assistance, and I do hope some of you have no intention of violating my trust about what was said the last time. There should already be a ticket for each of you at the station should you wish to head back to Brimstone. Perhaps we will meet again, though hopefully not for the wrong reason...."
He gazes at Radobe and Enoka.
"With that said...I believe I will head on over to the tavern. Could use a good drink after all this. Good day to you all."
He slides his goggles up over his eyes and tips his hat to each of them before turning and walking away, a breeze blowing through the street and rustling his long dusty coat.
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