The Adventures of Burriz Leichtcheer
by Futuramakid
DISCLAIMER: I own my interpretations, but not the characters they're based off of.
The year is 1872. It is an
age of wonder. 20 years ago, man took his first steps to the sky.
Today, steamdriven airships roam the skies, as common as ships at
sea.. This is the story of a man, nay, a legend, of this era. This is
the story of Captain Burriz "Buzz" Leichtcheer.
Britannia
Airship Base. November 4, 1872.
An older man in a British naval
admiral's uniform stood on a prosthetic leg at a desk. The man had a
large grey mustache, and a powdered wig. He was looking intently at a
map. A knock comes at the door.
"Come," the man says.
A
young, raven-haired man enters the room. He wears an English navy
uniform as well, but is of the lower rank of captain.
"Ah,
Leichtcheer," the admiral greeted the captain as he came in, "how
was your last mission?"
"A success, as always, Admiral" the
confident young man replies.
"Good, good. I have a rather
interesting assignment for you," the admiral replies.
"Oh?"
the captain says, unsure what to think.
"We have been in
communication with a Russian noblewoman, who wants to defect from her
country," the admiral continues, handing the captain a picture,
"her name is Mira Novachek. She is a relative of Alexander III, the
current Czar. You are in charge of escorting her out of Russia."
The
captain examined the picture. She was a beautiful woman, with
beautiful blue eyes, long red hair, and a very slim, sprite-like
figure.
"Word is Alexander has paid many hired guns to assure
she stays, but they should be no match for you and your..." he
paused, thinking of a polite word, "interesting crew."
The captain sensed the
emotion behind the last statement.
"Admiral Nebula, XR is as
competent a sailor and noble a man-"
"-As anyone in the fleet.
I know, son, I know. You've told me before. There's just something to
be said for flesh and blood," the admiral interrupted, "but your
crew is your business. All that matters on this mission is you get
her here safe. You are to leave tonight, at 9:00 P.M."
"Understood,
Admiral, permission to go prepare?" the captain
inquires.
"Granted," the admiral replies.
The captain
salutes, and leaves. He walks out onto the flight deck, and starts up
a ramp onto his ship.
"Oi, Buzz! How'd the meeting with the
Admiral go?"
Buzz looked to his companion. XR was a model of
modern engineering, a hulking, steam-driven automaton with all the
precision, ability, and personality of a human.
"As can be expected, XR,"
Buzz replied.
"So, what do we got?" XR asks excitedly.
"An
escort mission. A defecting Russian lady," Buzz replied.
"Sounds
routine enough," XR replied.
"She's related to the Czar, he's
got hired guns watching her," Buzz adds.
"No match for THESE
guns," XR boasts, as various guns spring from his forearms.
"That's
the spirit, XR. I'll be in my cabin, trying to figure out the best
route," he says, "You get this ship ready, I have a feeling we're
in for a long night."
