miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-09-06 02:14:00 |
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Come Friday night, the seven-man (well... six-women-and-one-man) group was fully prepped and loaded on Arabella’s airship with weapons, equipment, magick, disguises, and the trademark grappling hooks. “You can’t have a boarding party without grappling hooks, if only for style,” Miles had argued once upon a time, and was blessed with a group of associates who humoured this particular whim of his. Their airship hurried on into the night, chasing down the transport cruiser whose shipping lanes they’d mapped out beforehand. Zeus’ Fortune and its rich passengers and even richer cargo waited for them on the morrow, Saturday being devoted to the job itself. The hope was that those eponymous fortunes might swing into their own favour instead. If all went well, Saturday night would be cause for celebration at a nearby tavern, the magnificent seven cracking open liquid libations, hunkering down with their new loot, and waiting for the heat to dissipate, and then Sunday would mark their triumphant return. If it all went smoothly. (Then again, these things never did go smooth.) |