>>41266881 >Giving the elf a closer look now that it was on its feet, Jessica could see that the diminutive creature barely came up to her own height yet somehow managed to look a lot more slight than she did. Either it had something to do with specifics of elven physiology or this person had never worked a single day's worth of hard labor in her entire life. Ah well, with boobs that small Jessica bet she never felt inconvenienced when running away from someone.
>With a neutral expression, Jessica faced her new companion with a sort of stoic demeanor that looked down on the tone of voice the elf had been using.
You can call me Captain Gage if you're looking for a name.
>She commented rather tensely to the person who, to this very moment, managed to sound bitchy even when trying to be polite.
Amonharoth “Cassie” Cassius-Illexus 1 Mar 2016 4:58:43 PM No.41276426>>41277665
>>41268860 >Ooh, Captain Gage? Fancy! So she was the leader of one of the ships he may have stowed away on. No better person to protect him than a pirate captain, right? She had the scary look and everything.
>He faltered under aforementioned gaze and stumbled over his own words.
I-I'm not a g-girl! >Pretty defensive for somebody who wasn't. Amo--just... just call me Cassie for now, I guess.
>>41276426 >Smirking at the effeminate elf, Jessica balanced her rifle on her shoulder, playing with the way its weight shifted across her back. With a girly body and a name to match, it was a wonder the boy could get anywhere without being mistaken for a man.
Well at least the name matches the looks.
>The pirate captain said with humor, enjoying the way the elf fidgeted with discomfort. But the woman's jovial mood vanished just as quickly as it had come. With a serious expression, Gage went ahead and outlined the immediate plan of action they should take.
We'll make our way further in the woods and try to lose any pursuers, after that we'll follow the coast and make our way south for the nearest settlement.
Any objections? Good, we've wasted enough time here as it is.
>And with those words, the woman turned her back on her newfound companion and headed strait into the woods.
>>41277665 >Cassie managed to sigh in response. It was a perfectly masculine name in the Elven language, but apparently it was incredibly feminine to literally everyone else. It was only a little better than them butchering his full name.
Fur--into the woods?
>He was about to protest when he realized that was the only place they could go. Suppressing a groan, the elf gathered up all his belongings, securely fastened his rucksack, and jogged to catch up with the captain. He didn't want to be around when the guy with the big gun woke up.
I-I'll be honest, I've never been in, um, a jungle before, so could you walk a little slower...? >He carefully stepped over an upturned root. No tripping this time. I really don't want to fall behind.
>>41285027 >Slowing down marginally, the pirate captain stopped atop a small hill and spoke calmly to the already panicking elf, her rifle's barrel glinting off the light of the setting sun.
I'll slow down a little but we need to get away from the guys the are chasing us.
Slow down too much and they'll catch us for sure.
>Looking down down on him with piercing blue eyes, the woman's expression showed no mercy as she continued to speak.
If you want to live, I suggest you learn how to keep up real fast.
>With that said the woman turned her back on the elf and continued on further into the jungle, hoping that her new companion would have the good sense to follow.
>>41288018 >Of course he was already panicking. A few days ago, he was in the monastery, sipping on hot cocoa, and now, he was trailing behind a pirate who would leave him behind if he couldn't keep up. At the bottom of the small hill, hands on his knees, he looked up at his crazy pirate savior.
...
>He didn't have much of a choice, did he? The elf sighed.
A-alright, alright...
>Cassie waved one hand in a noncommittal motion. The humid jungle air twirled between his fingers and swirled around his thin limbs, gathering debris til the motion of the wind was visible. Both hands joined in a final swing downwards. The elf hopped back. The wind solidified with the aid of his elven magic into a cloud that caught him like a comfortable cushion. He shifted atop the cloud so that his legs were crossed. Another wave of his hands, and the cloud sped off, carrying the tired elf at a moderate pace after the captain.
>The Captain's booming voice was only dulled by the vicious sounds of his blade cutting up the foliage in the area, snaps and cracks from the branches making the lookout's voice barely audible when compared with the noisy man's shouts.
On da floor, Cap'n! Got shooted wiv a lightnin' bolt, 'e did! A LIGHTNIN' BOLT!?
>Stepping into view of the unconscious man's form, the large shotgun on the grass close by, Yeager gave a quick survey of the scene. A quick study of his first mate's side would quickly reveal the heat scorch from a bolt of lightning, just as Jimmy had mentioned.
That blue-haired bitch!
>His large metal hand formed a tight fist as he cursed the thought of the woman who'd managed to survive. He'd caught a glimpse through a spyglass just as his ship's engines were blown asunder, all from a single shot. It would have been worth it if they'd all died, he could've just taken the spoils, gone back to the airport and built a new, better flagship, but the fact that the blue-haired little upstart was alive meant she'd continue to be a thorn in his side even after that fact.
>And oh how he hated leaving loose ends.
>It was wet and muddy, and the various scuffles on the grass suggested that someone had run away, up into the hills. Unfortunately, that's where things got difficult because rocks didn't tend to handle tracks very well. Still, it was a start, and they can't have gotten very far.
JIMMY! SIGNAL THE BIG BOYS! WE'RE GOIN' AFTER THESE PILES OF ASS-LICKIN' TURD!
Gotcha, Cap'n!
>Whilst the almost dwarf-sized scout sprinted back to their broken ship to round up their best fighters, the Captain trod his heavy boots through the dirt and over to the unconscious Stryke. Yeager didn't like failure, but he liked dead friends even less.
Get up, ya sorry gutbag!
>A swift kick to the wound ought to wake the bastard up.
>The boot against his chest jolts him awake with a start as he leaps to his feet and whirls around.
Wha-YOU!
>He scrambles forward to pick up his gun and turns to aim it at the presence he felt. Which just so happened to be...
...Yeager.
>He tuts and swings the heavy gun onto his shoulder as he extracts a cigar case from an inside pocket.
Got blindsided. Looks like that tree hugger's got a guardian angel.
>He pulls out a cigar and lights it, chomping on the end of it to make up for the one he lost when he fell unconscious. The only things betraying the quiet rage bubbling below the surface was the vice grip on his gun and the fire in his eyes.
>He'd bring up the possibility of a stowaway later, for now, he just wanted to kill those sons of bitches. He turns back to Yeager, continuing to puff on the cigar
>>41290771 We're not goin' after 'em, we're pursuin' 'em! It sounds better, so it probably means it'll work.
>And where Stryke had his cigars, Yeager pulled out a lone, round orange fruit from an inside pocket within his jacket, forgoing skinning or peeling and opting to chomp straight into the thing without a thought. A few munches later and the mouthful was gone, leaving only the delicious taste of vitamin C. Stay healthy, kids.
Jimmy's gatherin' the usual motley lot. Ferret, Dingbat, Stinger an' Pete are the only ones who made it through the crash, so we won't have Falcon's falcon to do what Falcon's falcon used to do. Unless the falcon's still flyin' around somewhere, but then it's just a falcon, and I don't give a shite about birds.
>The orange was already gone - when and how he'd managed to eat between speaking was a mystery, but at least that skill wasn't going straight to his gut. As Yeager span the plasma pistol on a finger (safety on, of course), he considered how best to set about slaughtering the poor numbskulls who thought they could make a fool of him.
Didya get a good look at pointy-ears? Jimmy ain't comin' with us so we're gonna have to rely on you to scout.
Why did you name him 'Falcon?' Yeah, he had a falcon, but that only ever made it hard to tell him what he had to do. Well, he's dead now, so who cares.
>Yeager's ability to eat an orange in two or three bites without peeling it was always something that had unsettled Stryke. Cut it up like a civilised person.
>Oh, he'd been asked a question. Stryke blows some smoke through his teeth before looking off into the distance.
Yeah. She was real skittish. Said that she'd stowed away on one of the ships, didn't say whether it was one'a ours or theirs. Short grey hair, thin as a rake. But all them are like that.
Pete!pR.BaFF/uk 15 Mar 2016 9:57:31 PM No.41290805>>41290811>>41290813>>41290829>>41290855
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>>41290803 Never underestimate an elf, it's entirely possible she was pulling an act to catch you unaware.
>A tall, dark and indiscernably handsome man strode through the bushes, responding to Stryke's comments with a well-thought-out warning. Only fools took chances and assumed everything based on a simple glance, the truth was a far darker tale.
Jimmy mentioned a local enemy presence. What are your orders, Captain?
>>41290805 OoooOooOoooh, I wonder what they smell like!
>A fidgety man who seemed to be almost constantly full of energy bounded across the grass in front of Pete in an almost inhuman manner, stopping directly in front of strike to stare uncomfortably close to his wound for about five seconds.
That's nasty! Did you get shot? Did Stryke get shot? Stryke got shot! And it buuuuurned, oooohohohoho it buuuurned.
>Bounding away before Styke could give the scampering man a good sock to the face, he had already climbed up a tree and was sitting perfectly balanced on a very thin branch.
When're we going, when're we going? OoooooooOooooh I wanna meet them! New people are always fun!
Such uncivilised behaviour...And such a revolting locale.
>A graceful man in extravagant clothing treads lightly through the thicket, his gaze locked at the floor with a look of disgust etched in his face.
Why, I must have stepped in all manner of ghastly things just to bring myself here. However...If there is a foe to cut down, then wetting my blade with their blood shall cheer me up! EEURHURGHEHEHOO!
>He giggles in an effeminate manner, thrusting his rapier a few times in the air for good effect.
>And finally, trooping after the previous three was an...eccentrically dressed man carrying a small pistol and wearing a facemask. He didn't say a single thing at all, but he did salute to Captain Yeager.
>And then he...Moves. He points in a direction and mimes a running movement. Then, he points to the ears of Ferret, but adds on a point. He then aims the gun at nothing in particular, pretends to fire and falls to his knees sobbing soundlessly.
>After about five seconds of that, he hops back to his feet and gives an enthusiastic thumbs up to his partners in crime.
>>41290803 I called him Falcon 'cause he had a falcon. That meant when I asked for Falcon, everybody knew who he was. If I called you Shotgun, everybody'd get you confused with Shotgun. Well, not anymore, 'cause he died on the Ferryway an hour ago. Gave the stupid bastard his own ship an' everythin'...
>>41290805 >>41290811 >>41290813 >>41290829 >With the arrival of the survivors, however, Yeager straightened up, pulling his jacket tort and gripping the pistol tightly rather than spinning it. They all seemed to be in fine spirits, and given that it'd take a while for them to find passage off this rock they might as well have some fun!
Thanks fer the input, Dingbat. That-a-way it is. As fer orders, Pete, we're goin' huntin'!
>Raising his blade into the air with his mechanical hand, he pointed it towards the sky as if making a rallying speech, however small-scale this was.
The bastards who done blown our ships outta the sky are still here! Luck'ly we got ourselves a fine scout who happened to spot one of 'em, an' Dingbat here seems to know where ta go. They've run off into the jungle, an' we're gonna catch 'em and make 'em rue the day they ever fucked with the crew of Captain Yeager!
Now then...
>Dropping the blade and scraping it against a nearby rock to cause a sudden flare of sparks, he turned around and pointed towards the tropical environment before them. The rest of the crew ought to be fine, he'd left Jimmy the task of salvaging a ship. For now, the hunt was on.