Player Plot: How to Get Away With Moo-der

[singlemilletgrain]

Who: Shu, cows, and you
What: Udder cowtastrophe
Where: Farmlands outside of Elysium
When: Mid-month
Warnings: Animal cruelty



As the farmer plods away to resume tending his fields, Shu shakes her head with a frown and addresses her companion. "That is the fourth farmer this week to report a missing herd of livestock. These aren't small losses, either. It is unimaginable that they simply vanished off the face of the earth."

Not coincidentally, Shu is currently seated atop her own oxen, who is placidly chewing on some grains underfoot.

"Let us examine the pasture. He said there were numerous markings he could not make sense of. These disappearances will be catastrophic for the small farmer if they continue and have a lasting ripple effect on the supply chain of meat. Not just for the Corsairs."

She nudges He Sheng with her ankles.

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[singlemilletgrain]

None lurking about the engine area or the connecting hallways thereof. The crew quarters are probably housing many of the remaining. The cargo hold might be worth examining briefly as well, if they intend to bring back the cows. If Shu's estimate is anywhere near correct, there are either four or six more to deal with - and if not correct, perhaps somewhat more than that.

Outside, Shu has taken up the sentry's role of lightly humming, though she is considerably better at the task. The seeds that pop up from the land around her spread down the side of the building towards the unlocked gate. They can warn her if anyone is about to come up this way.

[purplexing]

The cargo hold he's left for last, not looking forward to dealing with the smell. His filtration mask doesn't really work for scents, but he supposes if he's survived riding a cow and being in the middle of a whole herd of them, then surely he can handle a lingering eau de cattel.

Donnie creeps towards the cargo hold's entrance...

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The narration seems to suggest that frolicking with cows is something short of a perpetual delight, to which the universe takes great offense. Donnie is treated to the gentle fragrance of livestock and cowpies as he descends, and sure enough, there are more echoing murmurings.

This space is exceptionally large, of course, being able to house so many heads of cattle, and covers the entire bottom half of the airship. The ground is... somewhat less than clean, and two people are standing about a third of the way in, consulting some clipboards and schematics. It seems likely they are considering how many cattle they can fit tonight, or the next target of their thefts, or something along those lines. They're a bit too far away to overhear clearly.

The cargo hold is largely featureless aside from some railings to separate the cattle somewhat and some lingering bales of hay. With the removal of the feed, it could probably be used to store pretty much anything. There is a large bay door for offloading cargo on the side of the airship.

[purplexing]

Two more... Donnie covers his nose as he tries to have a good look around from where he is. It's unfortunate that the place is so wide open. That'd definitely make it difficult to take them by surprise. You know, if he were so inclined to do that to try clearing everything out himself rather than simply scout the place out like he'd said he would.

At least it seems like the two workers are preoccupied. Maybe he won't have to worry about them just yet.

He pulls his goggles down to make sure no one else might be moving around behind any of those hay bales before he starts to duck back out. Flipping up the cover on his ENC bracer, he starts tapping out a message to Shu to give her a rundown of what he's found so far.

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Shu has taken to performing a ritualistic series of breathing and meditative movements to pass the time, or what would be called tai chi on Earth. Her modest anxiety about Donnie's motions are evinced by the sudden jolt she gives when she feels her messaging device vibrate.

Don't engage them. I'll be right there.

Tail undulating behind her, she quickly ascends the walkway into the ship and follows his path winding down towards the cargo hold, taking care not to make too much noise. They are reunited soon enough.

"You want to neutralize them now?"

The figures in the distance are continuing their gesturing and discussion, oblivious to their spectators.

[purplexing]

Got it.

Donnie can't help but be a little anxious given Shu's sneaking skills, but at least the worst of the steps are literally behind them. That she manages to get to his position without detection is a relief.

"May as well. Better to do it now while they're still preoccupied," he says, nodding.

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Shu is improving. Probably. Anyway, Donnie's taken care of everything in a straight line path to the cargo hold, anyway. As she peeks around him to assess the situation, she takes note of the various hay bales scattered around and the lingering fragrant aroma of cow.

"...I have an idea."

She gestures for him to move back, out of sight to one side of the doorway. She takes up the opposite position, takes a deep breath and...

"Mooooooooooooooooo..."

does an excellent imitation of a content cow, casting her voice into the room and causing it to echo gently around the large chamber. The two soldiers startle and look around, appearing perplexed as there is no immediately visible cow.

"Geez. Did we leave one on the ship somewhere?"

"There's no way we missed a cow. That's ridiculous."

They exchange glances and shrugs before hurrying towards the doorway. Shu readies her weapon.

[purplexing]

The turtlekin tilts his head at that, but he steps back at Shu's indication. His eyes widen, maybe a touch startled as to just how realistic that cattle call sounds.

Well, that...works?

He glances back towards the cargo hold at the confused voices, stifling a snicker. At the sound of their approaching footsteps, he presses back against the side of the doorway with his own weapon readied.

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Boop.

As the first one passes through the doorway, he slumps over like a sack of bricks as Shu conks him over the head. So quickly does he go down that the follower can't help but trip over his colleague's body.

[purplexing]

That doesn't look like a pleasant spill, but Donnie's not here to be pleasant with cow thieves, or Imperials for that matter. He follows up quick to make sure the fellow's companion won't get back up so soon himself, looking to Shu with a nod.

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"Well."

She glances at the felled foes with stereotypical cartoon swirls rising from their bashed skulls.

"That was easier than expected."

Shu discreetly wipes a bit of blood off her scepter when Donnie is gazing down at their foes.

"That isn't all of them, I assume? Have you cleared the rest of the premises without me?"

[purplexing]

"Think we lucked out. Maybe these guys aren't much of fighters."

Donnie nudges one with the end of his staff just to check that they're truly out.

"I knocked out three in the engine room," he admits. "It seemed easiest to do since they were in an enclosed room. There might be at least one in the crew quarters yet."

[singlemilletgrain]

((Sorry for the delay! Had a busy few days - gonna speed this up a bit if that's OK with you!))

Donnie receives a pursed-lip frown for a brief moment before she shakes her head.

"I figured."

It was best to temper expectations when interacting with impetuous teenagers.

"If no one has noticed that we are on board, then we had better move quickly before they notice the absence of their companions."

Shu strides confidently forward and immediately makes the wrong turn towards what is probably a closet, to which Donnie will have to gently redirect her towards the path to the crew quarters. The lights and vague murmurs of voices continue to announce the presence of a few remaining staff of the airship - including, most likely, the captain.

Weirdly, though, when they make their near-silent entry and bust a few more heads, the significantly more elaborate captain's quarters are empty. Shu pauses and decides not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
As they reconvene at the deck next to the controls, Shu surveys their new acquisition.

"Well, Captain Donnie. I believe it's time to steal an airship."

[purplexing]

((Nooo objections here!))

Well, at least she's not chewing him out for it? Donnie can only grin back in that sheepish sorry-yet-not-sorry way that teens do.

He's got no arguments against moving on, riding this little high of a successful infiltration. It by no means diminishes when they move onto the deck and Shu dubs him captain. Which...kind of sounds weird but at the same time he feels like he could get used to it. When he and his brothers played at being air pirates (and had no idea what it pertained), they'd always fought over who got to be captain. But here he is at the controls of an actual airship! ...and no brothers to rub it in their faces.

Donnie pushes that thought down, clinging to the tails of his adrenaline rush with a near manic grin as he steps over, rubbing his hands together with glee.

"All right! I've always wanted to do this!"

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Perks of losing track of your family: you get undisputed dibs on anything you want. Cons of losing track of your family: ...Perhaps we don't need to go into detail there.

Shu stands aside and allows Donnie his brief moment of glee as she surreptitiously holds onto something. Given that she expects this is his first time truly piloting solo, it was best to be prepared for a bumpy take-off.

Below decks, there is the gentle hum of the engine and the crackling of Ether energy as the propellors begin to revolve in place.

"Whenever you're ready."

[purplexing]

His eyes skim the console before his fingers follow to make sure each switch that needs to be flicked has been set, studying the gauge as the engine starts dispersing power. Everything looks good!

"Prepare for take-off!"

Donnie pulls a lever and grasps the wheel as the propellers reach their full rotational speeds, releasing the ship from its docked state to rise upwards.