Chapter 1: The exception in the crew.
A gentle breeze played with the hair of a young girl, as the red moon shone above her closed eyes.
Her pink and white hair waved gracefully in the breeze as grains of sand; thrown into the air by the wind, fell softly onto her sleeping body, lying curled up slightly on a rather large and elaborate cannon.
Footsteps approached the cannon on which the girl lay. A muscular man in elaborate clothing strode towards her; a bag of gold in his large hand.
His blue eyes took in the sight before him. Sleeping on the job...again? She wasn't a very good gunner, but her strength and beauty (this was a matter of taste, for she was very unique to say the least) made up for it. He put forth his large arm and prodded the girl softly and rather high up in the stomach, she let a little 'oof' noises escape from her mouth; and slowly her bicolor eyes opened, revealing a look of shock and suprise. She leapt up off the cannon and onto her feet, where she pushed back the strands of hair which hung over the far right of her face. Standing infront of the muscular man, she blushed.
'' I'm so sorry, Captain!'' a strangely childish and innocent voice escaped the short yet curvy girl, '' I didn't mean to! Honest I didn't! I was just loading up the cannon when I fell forwards! I bet something hit me in the back of the head!''
The large man addressed as 'Captain' raised an eyebrow, it wouldn't have been hard to imagine that something had hit her on the back of her head at some point in her life, she was one of the dumbest people he knew; this including some of his amazingly stupid ex-work associates.
But he smiled and shook his head, '' I believe you, Sique'' he lied, wanting to change the subject, ''I have a quest for you.''
He had a deep and flaunted voice, with a strong accent of...something...how was Sique supposed to know?
Her eyes brightened with eagerness, '' What is it, Captain Vigoro?'' her head was already darting from side to side in attempt to guess where she was to go.
'' I need supplies,'' the man named Vigoro replied, '' we will leave you for about two hurs at Nasrad to get them.'' he pointed at the island which his modern airship; the Draco, was approaching.
Sique tried to follow his gaze but her eyes locked onto the clouds and refused to leave them, she loved being in the sky and was often found daydreaming.
Instead of bothering to get his crew member to snap out of it, Vigoro attempted to slip the bag of gold and list of items into the pocket of her tight denim shorts himself; but her head snapped around to face him and, used to this sort of behaviour, simply took the bag and list from him and put them in her pocket herself. Vigoro clearly showed disapointment; he had never been able to win her like he had with the other members of his crew (who were all female). At time like this, he wondered why he kept her. Maybe it was her feverish interest in his past of being an Admiral of the Imperial Armada...or maybe it was because the pink top she wore was nearly transparent.
'' I love Nasrad,'' Sique's eyes were sparkling once more, '' it's so...busy!'' she picked up her weapon and strapped it around her right hand. It consisted of a strap and three deadly blades, which went over her fingers.
Around her left wrist was a thick leather strap, with two four inch spikes sticking out of it. She used this to defend herself in battle.
Vigoro licked his lips and stepped towards the girl, cornering her at the hull of the ship. Her eyes widened with suprise, he had never done anything this bad before.
'' Er- Captain...Captain Vigoro...sir...I really...uh...can you let me get past...please?...We're nearly uh...at...the port...''
Vigoro smiled and shook his head slowly, '' You're not going to Nasrad.''
Sique bit the bottom of her lip, '' But you need supplies.''
Vigoro licked his lips again, '' Let Coral go...''
Sique shook her head, '' Coral's asleep, apparently she had a very busy night last night...''
'' C'mon, Sique, you know you want me really.'' He winked.
Sique's eyes swelled with fear as the Draco came to a sudden slow; behind her, she could hear the bustle of the trading port; Nasrad.
Vigoro stepped back a bit, but not enough for Sique to get past, '' Let's go inside, we don't want all these people here..''
Sique shook her head, a smile playing across her lips; hand on the hull of the ship, she vaulted backwards, a strange feeling crossed her stomach as she flipped through the air, landing softly on the port of Nasrad. She grinned at the look of disbelief on Vigoro's face as she waved to him, and the large ex-flagship of the Armada descended from Nasrad.
A gentle breeze played with the hair of a young girl, as the red moon shone above her closed eyes.
Her pink and white hair waved gracefully in the breeze as grains of sand; thrown into the air by the wind, fell softly onto her sleeping body, lying curled up slightly on a rather large and elaborate cannon.
Footsteps approached the cannon on which the girl lay. A muscular man in elaborate clothing strode towards her; a bag of gold in his large hand.
His blue eyes took in the sight before him. Sleeping on the job...again? She wasn't a very good gunner, but her strength and beauty (this was a matter of taste, for she was very unique to say the least) made up for it. He put forth his large arm and prodded the girl softly and rather high up in the stomach, she let a little 'oof' noises escape from her mouth; and slowly her bicolor eyes opened, revealing a look of shock and suprise. She leapt up off the cannon and onto her feet, where she pushed back the strands of hair which hung over the far right of her face. Standing infront of the muscular man, she blushed.
'' I'm so sorry, Captain!'' a strangely childish and innocent voice escaped the short yet curvy girl, '' I didn't mean to! Honest I didn't! I was just loading up the cannon when I fell forwards! I bet something hit me in the back of the head!''
The large man addressed as 'Captain' raised an eyebrow, it wouldn't have been hard to imagine that something had hit her on the back of her head at some point in her life, she was one of the dumbest people he knew; this including some of his amazingly stupid ex-work associates.
But he smiled and shook his head, '' I believe you, Sique'' he lied, wanting to change the subject, ''I have a quest for you.''
He had a deep and flaunted voice, with a strong accent of...something...how was Sique supposed to know?
Her eyes brightened with eagerness, '' What is it, Captain Vigoro?'' her head was already darting from side to side in attempt to guess where she was to go.
'' I need supplies,'' the man named Vigoro replied, '' we will leave you for about two hurs at Nasrad to get them.'' he pointed at the island which his modern airship; the Draco, was approaching.
Sique tried to follow his gaze but her eyes locked onto the clouds and refused to leave them, she loved being in the sky and was often found daydreaming.
Instead of bothering to get his crew member to snap out of it, Vigoro attempted to slip the bag of gold and list of items into the pocket of her tight denim shorts himself; but her head snapped around to face him and, used to this sort of behaviour, simply took the bag and list from him and put them in her pocket herself. Vigoro clearly showed disapointment; he had never been able to win her like he had with the other members of his crew (who were all female). At time like this, he wondered why he kept her. Maybe it was her feverish interest in his past of being an Admiral of the Imperial Armada...or maybe it was because the pink top she wore was nearly transparent.
'' I love Nasrad,'' Sique's eyes were sparkling once more, '' it's so...busy!'' she picked up her weapon and strapped it around her right hand. It consisted of a strap and three deadly blades, which went over her fingers.
Around her left wrist was a thick leather strap, with two four inch spikes sticking out of it. She used this to defend herself in battle.
Vigoro licked his lips and stepped towards the girl, cornering her at the hull of the ship. Her eyes widened with suprise, he had never done anything this bad before.
'' Er- Captain...Captain Vigoro...sir...I really...uh...can you let me get past...please?...We're nearly uh...at...the port...''
Vigoro smiled and shook his head slowly, '' You're not going to Nasrad.''
Sique bit the bottom of her lip, '' But you need supplies.''
Vigoro licked his lips again, '' Let Coral go...''
Sique shook her head, '' Coral's asleep, apparently she had a very busy night last night...''
'' C'mon, Sique, you know you want me really.'' He winked.
Sique's eyes swelled with fear as the Draco came to a sudden slow; behind her, she could hear the bustle of the trading port; Nasrad.
Vigoro stepped back a bit, but not enough for Sique to get past, '' Let's go inside, we don't want all these people here..''
Sique shook her head, a smile playing across her lips; hand on the hull of the ship, she vaulted backwards, a strange feeling crossed her stomach as she flipped through the air, landing softly on the port of Nasrad. She grinned at the look of disbelief on Vigoro's face as she waved to him, and the large ex-flagship of the Armada descended from Nasrad.