MISSION #02 A MAN OF WORTH EXECUTION PHASE

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EVENT #02: A MAN OF WORTH EXECUTION PHASE

At the appointed time, a lavish fleet of airships begin to descend upon the islands of Elysium. Departing from the Maikrecht port, the heraldry on the central ship marks a noble general of extreme renown. His airship is surrounded by 3 other airships in a protective triangular formation, as well as a flight of 2 Zepter and 3 Feder armors. As they descend, the Flotsam fleet set sails, hoisting black flags as one over every single ship in the fleet. Flotsam has but 4 functional airships to their name, and all are present today as they take flight. As the airships climb in altitude, the Flotsam fleet begins firing upon the escort group from below.

It is above this salvo of cannon fire that the Corsairs begin to board. Descending on the escort airships via glider, they have but one goal - destroy the ships. Meanwhile, a smaller strike force quietly descends on the main ship with their own mission: secure the VIP and get him out alive.

CORE MISSIONS

Attack the Ships:Combatants will need to attack and sink the 3 escort ships and armor escorts, as well as ensure the elimination of any soldier within the escort party.
Conflicts: The fighting will be bitter, with lots of powerful soldiers. There are 3 Feder and 2 Zepter armors that will need to be contended with, the Feder Armors carrying gattling guns and the Zepter armors piloted by powerful lightning mages. The soldiers manning the ships are elite, and cannot be easily dispatched.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read ATTACK THE SHIPS.

Capture the VIP:Infiltrators will need to sneak aboard the main ship and capture the VIP. The man himself is an aging noble in rich robes and with graying hair who goes by the title of Lord Gundhir. They will need to capture and subdue him, as well as get him off his ship and onto a Corsair vessel.
Conflicts: Lord Gundhir is not a fighter, but he won’t come easily. Additionally, he is accompanied by his son, Adolfus Gundhir, who is a powerful warrior known for fighting with a massive greatsword. While the private and sumptuous appointed quarters the two nobles are in aren’t great terrain for using the greatsword, the younger Gundhir is an extremely accomplished warrior and if encountered directly will take the combined might of the entire team to threaten.
Requirements: To participate in this mission, your thread header should read CAPTURE THE VIP.

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[purplexing]

"Please, not now..." His tone is almost pleading, his volume just loud enough to be heard over the rushing wind. Donnie doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to think about any of it but he feels like it's all right there, as simple as glancing over his shoulder. He keeps his head firmly facing forward, even at the sound of footsteps. They need to go.

He fumbles with his carabiner, just as well that Shu helps him get the clasp around the line. Everything secure, at least he hopes so. What's left of his concentration's in tatters, but he knows he can't stay in that ship another second. Out the window he goes, the wind stinging his eyes, ripping away the tears that had formed too quickly to be dried out.

It's all so fast and dizzying as he feels momentarily weightless, losing all sense of direction before eventually finding supporting hands around him and his feet guided to the firmness of a deck beneath them.

[singlemilletgrain]

10 seconds.

She does not speak, which in itself is a response.

The door bursts open as Shu watches Donnie reach the safety of the waiting ship, and then she, too, jumps. Her knee-length loose hair whips around her like the feathers of wings, and she closes her eyes as she falls. She remembers this feeling of weightlessness, this sensation of becoming one with the wind and skies. How simple and obvious things had seemed in that moment when she had fulfilled her destiny as proxy of the land.

And just like then... have I really saved anyone at all? Maybe -- it is truly just selfishness.

Her eyes open. She is in the arms of a crew member of the rescue ship. Someone has cut the lines away from them; far above, she sees the distant, furious faces of their impotent pursuers. The engines gun, and in a moment, they are whisked away through the skies, back towards Corsair HQ.

Mission Complete.