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"Know anything about it?" Rro laughed, "I built it!" I was one of the first bounty hunters before the Great War even began, back in those days we hunted pirates who sailed on ships! It was so easy," he put down one of his pistols and picked up another, beginning to clean it. "When the war started I was one of their best pilots, but after got the chance to speak with some of the other pilots I realized why!" Moss hung from the ceiling swung in the winds breeze, warm air filled this paradise but it was a bit refreshing too, not too muggy. "None of them were trained pilots, that's why I was 'so good'," Rro smiled. "So why the main battle came about we just didn't show up, we stole a boat and went home."

Piiro had entere the room and say on a stone bench, he was always fascinated by this story. Almost as much as Viola was. "Someone stole my plane that day, and I believe whoever took it and fought in that grand battle seven years ago is the same fella who has returned and is flying in it now." Rro opened his arms, "I was the first Iron Dragon, but whoever your so interested in, and whoever took down Eddie Thatch, and Henry Sharp, and all the other twenty grand names... Is as much a mystery to me as it is to you."

Viola sighed. Of course when she thought she had something it always managed to elude her.
"Well then, I guess I could say it's great to meet the former Pilot of the Iron Dragon." She said with a small smile. She was glad her mind seemed too focused on the disappointment of not finding any information on the current pilot than on what was there earlier...
"So what's a this plan of yours? Set Ramsley's house on fire? Give him an STD? Blow up his plane?" Viola questioned, the last one of her ideas making herself laugh lightly. Instead of bombarding the devilishly handsome pirate man in front of her with personal questions, Viola found it a safer bet to just ask questions on the plan. At least this way she couldn't make a complete fool of herself now....


"I would really like to see him cry. Well not like, someone really important died to him crying but like he lost his dignity crying...." She added, taking a comfy seat. If this was their meeting place, and they didn't seem that hostile towards her, Viola might as well get comfortable. That was the life of pirates right? Steal, sell, make profits, drink and relax? Or at least that was what Viola had read in a book before....then again it was a fantasy novel about pirates killing dragons....

"Give him an STD?" Rro laughed, "I wouldn't be surprised if he had one already, I'd have yourself checked if you haven't been already!" The pirate laughed a bit more before realizing his joke may have been in bad taste. "No my plan is to have him executed by the government that supports him." He gave that statement a long pause before continuing, he could tell she was very intrigued by this plot. Why kill someone, that would get their hands too dirty, no instead they'd frame him for a few things. "First off, tonite we fly to St. Dour, unfortunately you will have to leave your plane for a while." He gestured to Iva. "The beautiful Iva will be a big part of step one, she is going to get him a bit tipsy tonite and kidnap that piece of shit from his favorite hotel."

Iva was no where to be seen, possibly swimming in the salty river out back or something. But Piiro had sat down right next to Viola and was offering her a bottle of rum, shaking it slightly to grab her attention. "Next," Rro said, "you will steal the Angry Goat, as Piiro plants evidence of working with Mr. Thatch in the men's home, letters, a small pirate flag, stuff like that."

Piiro had begun to giggle slightly, 'give it a week, maybe two...' He chimed in.

"That's right," Rogers placed the gun he had been cleaning down and crossed his arms. "As soon as the Admiral begins to worry about his son they will search his home, as soon as that happens Piiro and Iva will help spread the rumors around that York was working with the late and desist Eddie T." The Navy knew where Thatches little band of brothers hung out, as soon as the evidence was discovered they'd raide that place entirely, no question. "I will personally see to it that there are traces of York at Shipwreck Reach. But as soon as the raid on that pirate island starts you need to attack St. Dour... Alone... In York's plane..."

'She gets shot down, the plan fails,' Piiro said, 'but if she succeeds...'

"If she succeeds, and she escapes, and we leave York, drunk in his plane near a bordering island... The Navy will execute him before summers end." Rro stood, grabbing a buttoned sort and tossed it on beginning to button it up, "what do you think?"

Viola stayed silent, her eyes absentmindedly following Rro's movements as he buttoned up his shirt. Everything had sounded good... right up until the part of "You need to attack St. Dour... Alone... In York's plane..." They did know what St. Dour was, right? Attacking St. Dour was like signing a death wish or even better yet, her soul! Sighing heavily, Viola reached for the rum that Piiro had be shaking at her. After the incident with Ramsley, she swore to never drink again. But now Viola felt as if her piety promise needed to be broken now to get herself to do anything with this pirates who obviously carried waaay too much faith in her flying skills.

"You really think I can do this huh?" She muttered softly, more in a rhetorical qquestion. Viola knew it was silly to start doubting this plan after hearing it no less than ten minutes ago. But she was worried. What if in doing this, Viola triped up and got them all arrested? These pirates, weren't as bad as the government had painted them out to be and Viola probably wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was the reason why they, or if they, got caught.

"It's a well elaborated plan," Viola finally decided on saying, her rum barely touched. It was all she could really offer to him without expressing her doubts on the matter. No one wanted a debby-doubter on a high staked pirate operation.
"I'm sure we'll do great!" She lied straight through her teeth, which was highly unusual for the female pilot who was always so blunt with the truth.

"Fantastic!" Rro smiled, "Iva said you'd chicken out but I had faith in the girl didn't I Piiro!" The Wabbaloq nodded, as Rro walked over to the girl. "Just as a loyalty precaution..." He switched from kind and trusting to villianous real quick. "If you try and double cross us, in anyway, we will blow you out of the sky and gun you to pieces before you can hit the sea." Switching back at the snap of a finger he added, "but we won't have any problems with that will we."

As he turned and walked out of the room Piiro turn to her, 'failure is a form of double crossing us, just so you know long legs." And he left the temples throne room too, leaving Viola all alone to ponder the situation, steal plane, wait two weeks, attack St. Dour. Could she pull it off? The weeks ahead of them would surely prove that her will and grit may be stronger then York could ever imagine. Or she would fail and be either murdered by pirates for disloyalty or exicuted by the navy... Failure wasn't an option for her.

(Sorry for my late reply, My relatives are visiting and I have unfortunately been extremely caught up in writing essays and spending time with them that I haven't been able to reply. Though everything should be fine now ^.^)

Viola was majorly screwed now. It was either get blown up to bits by pirates or get blown up to bits by the government. How could this day possibly get any better? Sighing, Viola drained the rest of the rum she had be offered. Drinking this much was never really a good thing, and maybe she was becoming an alcoholic...but right now, it was the only thing that was keeping Viola from slamming her head against her plane until she lost consciousness.
"Seriously, how did you even get in this V?" She questioned herself. Was doing this really worth getting her revenge?

"Damn Ramsley York, this is all his fault...." Viola grumbled, tossing the glass bottle against one of the stone walls. It shattered into many pieces, leaving an echo of shattering glass. Maybe this was some form of incentive for her? To destroy him as easily as she had the bottle of rum? It made her feel a little bit better but still everything felt...messed up? Why had Viola wanted to help Pirates again? Was it because she couldn't help but see the good in everyone? Or was it because she was just too trusting...Where did her loyalties lie? And to whom?

Rro had allowed Viola to rest in one of the 'spare rooms' for the night while he and his team prepped the planes for the next night to come. When it did eventually arrive Rro waved from the beach as Iva took off in his plane, Piiro in the passenger seat. Followed by Viola in the Jimmy Warden, "good luck stealing the angry goat Jimmy!" Rro shouted over the propellers as Viola lifted off and the two sea planes flew to St. Dour.

"Right," Viola muttered, resisting the urge to fly off somewhere else and somehow escape this devil's deal. Viola knew this was bad, a very bad thing, indeed. But this was not the best nor proper time to get cold feet. She had gambled, bargained too much and now that debt she carried had to be paid back....Apparently in full.
"Just steal the blasted thing and get something for your killer headache" Viola tried her hand at reassuring herself as she made the trip back to St. Dour. It was simple really, steal the plane, wait a few days then attack the most feared and heavily armed Navy based....Easy, right?

Viola would get her revenge and the Pirates would get whatever they wanted and hopefully leave Viola the hell alone. After this Viola just wanted to live a normal life, just her, The Jimmy Warren and the skies! No more Pirates, No more Jerk-faces, No more dreams of romance....nothing! Life would be simple and free, something the spunky pilot had always wanted. But things seemed to always get in her way....

As they arrived at St. Dour, Iva and Piiro veered off one way to land and signaled Viola to head the other. They landed and completed their side of the mission, plant evidence and kidnap the bastard. After no more then a half hour the two were back in the plane and were up into the skies again, heading back to the island were they planned to meet Viola soon enough. "She'll be fine right?" Piiro asked, Iva was silent with doubt, but Piiro had faith in her. Back on the Island Rro prepared his bags, he planned to be gone as soon as Iva and Piiro got back with his ride. It was time for him to spend a little time with Thatches' men, plant evidence of York's partnership with them and get out of there just before the attack on St. Dour to wish Viola good luck in a week.

Viola had done it. She had absolutely not a clue how, but she had stole the Angry Goat.Though not without throwing up twice. Viola couldn't help it, it was probably a side effect of her nervous stomach and high amounts of alcohol in her system.
"You did good girl," She reassured herself, almost like she was talking to one of the horses on her family's farm.
"Now you just need to fly back to the island undetected and wait at least a week...." Viola said as she switched off the engine to do a quick tune up. Pulling out her tools, Viola was surprised at what she saw. The engine under the hood of the plane was absolutely amazing ,with such high-energy combustors and turbines, Viola could definitely see why Ramsley's plane was one of the fastest. It almost made her green with envy....

Wiping her hands off on her slacks, Viola closed the hood and threw her tools into back seat of The Angry Goat. This plane would definitely be a good choice for a getaway mission but it was definitely weak on it's firing power and attack range, well at least compared to Jimmy Warren.
"God, I'm such a dork. I can figure out how to fix a plane six different ways but I can't even figure out how to fix myself up in a relationship..." She muttered in defeat as she prepared herself for the flight back. It was almost dark again and Viola would have to move faster if she wanted to make it on time. After awhile of packing another set of clothes and essentials, Viola was in the sky and flying back to the rendezvous point.

The engine of another plane roared like twenty lions behind her, and out of the dark clouds above dropped the Iron Dragon. A few warning shots echoed from behind warning her to land bellow, an unfamiliar patch of islands. Being still a few miles away from the Temple Island, she could try to make it, or land. But this was the Iron Dragon, what did he want? To speak with her? Did he know the plane was stollen?? Or was he warning her of danger??? Who could say...

"Crap," Viola muttered, hearing the warning shots. Who could've possibly wanted to-!
"I-Iron D-Dragon?!" She screeched, nearly loosing the plane's controls and sending it crashing down into the small islands below. Grabbing the handles, Viola took a deep breath and quickly thought this out...or at least tried. Deep down inside, She was panicking like a frightened mouse. What should she do? Land or speed up?! What if he reported her? What if he was trying to help her?

Sighing heavily, Viola decided her best beat would probably be to risk it and just land. She would play it cool and lie straight through her teeth about everything. If worst came to worst, the pilot who had saved her all those times would save her again by putting Viola out of her misery and end up shooting her here.

The Iron Dragon turned up, he wasn't attacking her but warning her of a powerful storm demon. Rain began beating down on the Angry Goat. Viola was alone in the storm now that her savior had pulled up for his or her own safety, maybe he was going to look for a better angle to attack the demon from, but for now she was alone with the thought that maybe he had left her for dead... Clouds dropped down creating the form of a man man of storm energy, it was the demon. It raised its arm and charged a bolt of lightning before throwing it violently towards the Angry Goat!!!

Everything was happening in slow motion. Viola had just landed the plane when the storm appeared out of nowhere. Swallowing thickly, the young pilot accepted her fate as she became trapped in the hellish Storm demon.
"Crap, Crap....!!" Viola panicked as she tried to restart the Angry Goat. She may have accepted her fate but Viola didn't want to die, not like this!!

The bolt of lighting descended upon Viola and the Angry Goat with a vengeance and Viola barely would've made it out a live if she hadn't got it to move from it's land spot but the suddenly cut off again. It was only five or six feet away, and the lighting bolt had left a huge singe mark on the ground, but Viola was alive....somehow...
"Come on baby, come on!" She hissed at the Plane, hoping it would turn on once more.

The demon decended quickly throwing another lightning bolt his one exploded the left wing into smithereens, 'Logos de moto!' The demon screamed. A thump on the right wing meant he was there raising both hands above his head he charged a powerful ball of energy. The Iron Dragon's warning wasn't to land after all but instead it was to turn back, joe could Viola be so stupid! A large light exploded above Viola and a burning sensation rippled across her body as everything went BLACK!!!

She awoke the next morning on the beach with the Angry Goat in pieces, what would the Pirates say? They would most likely kill her, how unfortunate that her life could be destroyed by a Storm Demon but ended by pirates after being defined by the navy. Were their no heroes in the sky anymore? "Good Morning," a voice said from a few feet away. It was a blonde looking pilot in his late twenties walking towards her with a coconut and a basket of herbs, "you took quite the beating last night." Could it really be him? A few feet infront of her proved that this was indeed him, the Iron Dragon had saved her live once again. "I'm really sorry, but I had to remove your shirt earlier today to apply the first does of cocanut jelly to your lightning burns... It was rude of me but if those had scarred I would feel just terrible." Athens, pilot of the Iron Dragon felt bad about removing all but her bra on her upper half, still in pants and boots though, but he felt worse about the miss understanding the night before. "I really am sorry Miss."

Viola was definitely dead now, she had to be, but the burning and very painful sensation that stabbed her whole entire abdomen told her otherwise. Turning her head, which was also very painful and caused her ears to ring, Viola noticed the blonde man and unfortunately the many scattered and smoking pieces of the Angry Goat. Swallowing thickly, Viola allowed tears to swell up in her brown eyes. That was her last and only chance at surviving and at getting her revenge and now it was burning, disappearing right in front of her eyes. She was definitely good as dead now....

Suddenly aware of what was being said to her, Viola bit her lip to hopefully stop her tears. Though she figured it didn't matter as much because the throbbing pain would probably end up making her cry again.
"T-Thank you..." She whispered, her voice cracking in a very unnatural way. Viola was nothing but grateful that someone had been here to risk their lives for her sake . But it was a lost cause, even if Viola got this ironic chance to meet the ever so illusive pilot of The Iron Dragon, She would be killed by those pirates as soon as they found her.

"Why do you cry girl? You are alive, and apart from these shock scars and your plane may need to be replaced but..." He began to mashthe berries and herbs into the half opened coconut and the milk within. Scooping the light purple jelly with green seeds onto his hands and began to rub the ointment on her arms and shoulders, "talk to me woman, who are you?"

"I'll be dead soon....it's not important as to who I am...." Viola replied softly, barely sparing a glance at him. Once again Viola was thankful for the effort he was putting into trying help her but she didn't really see a legitimate reason as to why he should keep trying.
"The pirates will find me and I'll just be a distant name to be blown into the wind, some lost pilot that was never to be heard from again..." Viola mumbled numbly.

"If you've got problems with pirates you could hire a bounty hunter, or talk to the navy?" Athens was pretty oblivious to her situation but his concern was oddly genuine for a complete stranger. "What do you need to help you?" He asked, "finance, firepower, fame?" The truth was Athens, or the Iron Dragon was tired. This world of planes and pirates had been fun for a while, but he was oftly done with it. But in front of him he saw a beautiful woman who genuinely loved the sky. "How can you free yourself from the mess before you?"

"Free myself from this mess before me?" Viola repeated, cocking an eyebrow at him. Of course this pilot had to be a poet, great. Sighing, she merely shrugged which caused her to wince at the small action.
"Dying could always work," Viola replied, only partly joking. Death wasn't in her top ten things to do list, but right now it didn't seem too bad.
"The Navy and Pirates are only going to make my situation a lot more crappier than it already is, so I rather not travel down that road..." A defeated look washed upon her face as she mulled over her options. What exactly could she do, that Viola hadn't tried before? All her plans seemed to fail anyway and with the burns upon her shoulders and arms (Not to mention her only real mode of transportation was an exploded piece of junk now) she probably wasn't going to be flying anywhere safe any time soon....

Looking up at the Blonde man before her, Viola only offered him a small half smile.
"I probably need some alcohol more than anything right now...." She muttered, trying to hide her obvious cloud of doom and gloom with a little joke. Though Viola supposed it wasn't really funny....
"I'm not sure what I really need, but I guess I should say thanking you again. You have literally saved my ass more than need be and I appreciate it,"