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Athens looked over the planes wreckage before him, "I'd say you look pretty dead to me..." No one would have survived that Storm Demon alone, he was too strong. If it hadn't been distracted with Viola, Athens would have never gotten a clear shot with his bless ammo. "As far as anyone knows you are dead, gone for good... Your plane is proof of that." He gestured to the Angry Goats wreckage, but who said you can't be reborn?" Athens took the throttle lever from the Iron Dragon out of his bag, and dropped it in the sand next to her. The lightning shaped scars on her body and a bit of her face could easily mar anyone from knowing who she was, especially if she grew her hair out longer. "As far as I am concerned your no longer who ever you were..." He knelt down beside her, "your the Iron Dragon now..."

Most Sea planes had four main skills; Speed, Armor, Handling, and Firepower. Most planes had one or two of these traits above the others, some of the most expensive and legendary planes even had three of these traits. But the Iron Dragon was the only plane to have all four! Even Rogers new plane only had three, and he created the Iron Dragon from scratch!!! "You are the third pilot of this legendary plane, take care of it..." He kissed her cheek and stood up. The planes throttle lever had a dragon head carved into the top of it with white Ivory on the gold and black handle. And as Athens walked away the Legend of the Iron Dragon came to rest on the shoulders of Viola. Why her? Why pass such a beauty of a sky craft on to her, for free no less?? But moments later Athens was gone in the small jungle, it was up to her to form a plan... It was up to her to bring new honor to the legend of the Iron Dragon.

Back on St. Four, little to Viola's knowledge, it had been a day and a half since York had gone missing and his father was furious. The fact Ciola had been missing too wasn't exactly the best thing for an alibi seeing how he bedded her about a month before without her permission exactly. So now the Jimmy Warren was locked up in a Naval impound, the Iron Dragon wasn't only her way off the island now, but it was also her salvation.

"I'm the Iron Dragon? What the hell does that-!" Viola whipped her head around to find the mysterious pilot gone, as if he had just disappeared almost completely out of her life. Was he ghost? Shaking her head, Viola knew that wasn't it. He had defiantly been real, right? The warmth of his lips upon her cheek told her that he was, but still....
"Think out a plan..." She mumbled to herself, trying to get her mind on track. He had given her a plan and a way out of her bad situation, though he was oddly illusive about it, yet he seemed to always be. Dropping in and saving her but then leaving right before Viola even got to ask his name. It was a shame, yet Viola would keep his words to her heart and do just what he asked her to.

"I better get to outlive this," She muttered, finally standing up on wobbly legs. The sand didn't really help her any as she tried to walk towards the beautiful sky craft. It almost took her breath away to behold such an amazing work of machinery
"If I do, I hope to see you again..." She muttered hoping to keep to this vow. He didn't seem like such a bad guy, after all...He was her savior for like the third time. Viola couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to him then to just rescuing her all the time. Did he do that to every girl? And why did he kiss her?

The wind was cool in the air, Athens walked through the thick of the jungle to his home. He owned a small hut on the island and a small lake behind his home had a small sail boat in it. "Well, looks like it's time to move on from here..." As the engines roared at the edge of the island Athens began picking up his thing from the small hut and loading them into the sail boat. "I hope we meet again... Iron Dragon." She could either go back to the pirates, or she could go back to St. Dour, either way she would be greeted by gun fire and anger. Athens wondered if he would ever see the woman again, and as her plane flew off into the distance he smiled, "she had the most beautiful soul i have ever seen."

((OOC: Get it, Legend of the Iron Dragon? It's Viola's legend! I think it's pretty cool.))

((OOC: And this is why I love all of your replies and storylines! You are absolutely amazing!!~ ))

The name and pilot Viola Warren was no more.
"Who is that young woman? She speaks little of herself, even her true name is a mystery," The whispers of the village folk fill her ears as she walks through their merger markets. It was said she appears here and there, flying her beautiful sky craft and occasionally causing trouble with the Navy agents while apparently being hunted by pirates. But those are just rumors, right?

To the small island cities and towns, the legendary: Iron Dragon and it’s beautiful yet mysterious pilot known to others simply as "Lightning" from her lightning shaped scars, is a grand sight. She brings mystic and odd fortune to those around her. Though who is she really? What is behind the long tresses of wavy black hair and hardened brown eyes? Some say that she is a double agent that is undercover as a bounty hunter…Others say, that she is some kind of foreign princess on the run from a new dictator that took over her country and is trying to raise an army by scouting out the best bounty hunters.

Though there is a single rumor that tells the tale of the humble Farm girl named Viola Warren, who becomes entangled in an adventure of Pirates, Love and Tragedies and eventually becomes the Iron Dragon. Though maybe it isn't just a rumor…
After all, there is power in stories, rumors even. That’s all history is: The best tales, the ones that last.

When Rogers returned to the Temple a week later he came to find so much blood and death on his little Temple Island, the Navy Pilots had not only bombed his temple and home to bits. Ramsley stood next his father as Piiro and Iva were exicuted, but not before they told Ramsley and the army behind his father that Viola was behind this whole revenge plot. "Keep this pirate in the lowest cell of St. Dour father, well exicute him in front of the city as a message to all other pirates!!!" His father mumbled something and the group of military pilots headed back to St. Dour. They locked Rogers up but there was still the matter of dealing with Viola, "let me hunt her father... This is my war to fight, this final stand will be a one on one with me and the slut." Over the next few weeks York began to pick up rumors of Viola being mixed up with the legendary pilot "The Iron Dragon"! So in a hope to find her he took his new plane out to find this myth of the sky and see what "he" knew of Viola.

What plane could Ramsley possibly take? This is a question you may be asking yourself, well his knew plane was known as the Half Blood. It was made from the Jimmy Warren and the Red Cloud, stitched together by the finest craftsmenship the navy had to offer. It was fast, it's handling was like something in a dream, and it's fire power was rather thrilling. "She will be brought to tears when I kill her in her own plane!" And with that Rams took to the sky chasing the Iron Dragon, and whatever that stellar pilot knew of Viola Warren.

"I hope to see you soon, Miss~" Viola-no, Lighting, vaguely heard the baker call out to her as she strolled out of his shop. In her hands, she carried two essential things that she had come to love about this small country side town; it's freshly baked cookies and free newspaper. Though the cookies were basically a late snack and not important whatsoever, the newspaper was the exact opposite.

"Rro Rogers captured, and soon to be executed....Navy Hero: Ramsley York?" Lighting's brown eyes stayed emotionless as she skimmed over the headlines while biting a large chunk of a chocolate chip cookie in half, though this was only a cover up. Deep down inside, Viola Warren was having a heart attack! How could Rogers get captured?! And where was Ramsley now?! Would he find her?! Kill her?! Force her into some kind of twisted servitude?!? No....Viola nor Lighting would allow that to happen! She would rather die a thousand deaths than to be caught by him. Throwing away the newspaper, Viola allowed her masked persona of "Lighting" to return and headed back to her hotel. She would need to leave and hopefully gain some kind of distance away from Ramsley as soon as possible.

Fixing the collar on her black leather jacket so that it covered up a bad scar upon her neck, Lightning took a quick look around her surroundings before exiting the Hotel lobby and to her awaiting plane. Spotting the Iron Dragon instantly, she let out a breath she wasn't even aware she had been holding in. She had spent the night perfectly fine, no interruptions or anything. But right now, everything just seemed....too quiet. Maybe it was the stress of being found, that was making her paranoid?

Out of the quiet came a voice, a dock over, "I had no idea that the Iron Dragon was a woman." It was Ramsley, it had been a little over a month and a half since Viola had become the legendary pilot of this plane, and about three months since her cursed night with York. "Did you kill the real pilot to get that plane Viola?" A pistol was drawn from his side and pointed at her, she had been found, her worst fears imagined. Or maybe her chance? She couldn't fight him here on the ground, but if she could make it to the sky she could finally have the fight, and the revenge she had once craved so badly. "I should just kill you right here, I have a permit to exicute you on site from my father..." What was keeping his hand, whatever it was, it was her only chance to make a break for her plane.

"Before I kill you I wanted to show you my plane," he pointed to the Half Blood, it could be seen that some of the scrap parts had once been her former plane. "Your precious Jimmy Warren was scrapped to make this plane, pity you left your heart and soul on St. Dour to be ripped apart by Naval Scrappers..." He was taunting her, that's why he wasn't shooting. People outside were watching, if a military "hero". Shot an unarmed pilot, a woman no less, it would smudge his record for good. But if she tried to run, he would be in the clear. But was that it, was that the only reason he didn't shoot? Maybe, but maybe not, maybe he wanted to fight her in the sky too. Maybe he wanted that one final test of will power and aviatoral skill, "I don't know how you got yourself that plane, but it would make a nice coffin... Wouldn't you say???"

"Tell me Rammy, do you think you're something special?" Viola asked, her voice calm and yet annoyed all at once. The gun that he held to her head wasn't truly scary, to Viola it was all a show. It was obvious he was teasing her, that he wanted to humiliate her in front of a million people. For what particular reason, Viola had not a clue. To everyone, hell probably the whole world, Ramsley was and would be the winner of this little battle. But Viola was ever the feisty one...She wouldn't go down without a very bloody and extravagant fight.
"You wanna play hero? Get in your play and we'll play hide and shoot," She offered him with a cheeky smirk.
"Winner takes all, heck you can kill me or use me in whatever way you wish. I won't care anyway, I was just biding time...." Viola muttered with an uncaring shrug.

"Use you...?" York was happy, she may not be reacting the way he wanted, but he would get to have a battle in front of a few thousand people. Most of his fights had been against a pirate plane or two at a secluded pirate hide away, but here he could show the world his real skills. "You used yourself, slept with pirates so that they would capture me, and then tried to flee. You'd nothing but filth who gives a bad name to all pilots." Rams would return after killing her and tell the entire city of her being a slut and a pirate lover, along with the fact that she was behind his kidnapping. "I'll tell the world that the reason you had me kidnapped was because you were jealous, madly in love with me, and then how if you couldn't have me no one could!" He laughed, cocking his gun, "then how I escaped with the help of the navy and hunted your menace ass down and brought an end to your psychotic rampage..." He lowered his gun and walked over to the other dock, "better run to your coffin woman, this head start is all you get!!!" He hopped in his cock pit and started his plane, he could have shot her then and there but instead he decided to fight her in the sky.

"Funny, I was just about to say the same about you..." Viola let her smart mouth slip as Ramsley directed his "nothing but filth who gives a bad name to all pilots" and master plan speech. Was he seriously that vain that he had to say that Viola was madly in love with him? Shaking her head in shame, she stared at Ramsley with a pitiful glare.

"You are a sad man, York. Too bad your ass will get fried today...." She muttered as she ever so casually walked and sat in the pilot seat. Sighing, Viola silently sent up a prayer to the heavens above. This really could be her last time amongst the clouds, the thought was so surreal. What had she truly done to deserve all this? Getting mixed up with pirates? No....Fleeing their wrath? No.... This was Ramsley fault, it had to be. If he put aside his pride and womanizing ways, Viola would've never been in this situation. But now it was too late to back out...

"Ah hell," Viola smiled slightly as she started the Iron Dragon's engine. There was no way anyone, even someone as forgiving as Viola, could let the stuff Ramsley had sprouted out to be spread around.
"He destroys my precious Jimmy, calls me a slut and I was madly in love with him?" She couldn't help but laugh at the Jackass' colorful story. He could weave quite the tale but the really question was if he could fly? Was his bark worth is bite? Viola would have to see as she took into the blue skies. After all she basically lived, breathed, and slept in the way of the Sky Warrior.

As horrible as a person Rams had become after his fathers abuse and constant pressure on him, he had actually been sculpted into a talented pilot. As he took to the sky Viola would be able to see that his handling skills were truly top notch. But as for the plane it was on no such level as the Iron Dragon, even if Rsms was twice the pilot she was, it would be hard to get around the fact that the Iron Dragon was the greatest flying machine ever built. The saw it shot through the sky like a cannon ball when you opened up the throttle was amazing. At top speed you could see the sound waves just in front of your plane, it was somehow that fast.

"It's funny," Rams said to himself, "the entire world figured her for dead, and if she does somehow escape this, I'm the only one who knows the truth..." He didn't knos about the old Iron Dragon still being alive, but other then that he was right. Rogers was going to be exicuted later today, and if something did turn fatal in this fight Viola would be proclaimed dead and a warrant would be set at the highest bounty for the Iron Dragon. But maybe Viola knew that... Ramsley's fingers rested on the trigger as they flew nearly in tandem, turning sharply Rams began the fight pelting a few shots into the side of her sky craft before she would suck bellow them. "Time to die harlet...."

Viola braced herself as the first round of bullets pinged into the side metal of her plane. Hearing that he initiated the fight, Viola wasted no time in building a strategy. In her days of admiring Ramsley from afar, She had studied his flying skills and patterns.
"York fights with pride and confidence, and with that he has some great flying skills..." Viola muttered to herself, trying to get a feel of her enemy. As more bullets whizzed past her, Viola guessed her best plan would be to basically weave and dodge. She could "run away" and then when he least expected it she would strike him down...or at least shoot him down. Sighing, she tried to ignore her feelings on the whole "killing" Ramsley subject. Though he was a serious asshole and many would say it was more than right to snuff out his life, Viola just couldn't...

"I'll just shoot him down and later on, beat him senseless...." She muttered increasing her speed, before accelerated downward to gain some cover. Hide and then surprise attack....Hide and then surprise attack... Her mind repeated over and over, until Viola found herself mumbling out loud. This only served as a small mantra to help her frantic nerves and to shut out the voice in the back of her head that was telling her she was going to die...

Bullets hit the hull of the Iron Dragon, it was heavily armored and more then half the bullets bounced off the ships armor. "Nicely armored..." Rams pulled a lever switching his bullets to Bless Bullets, they not only could kill Storm Demons, but they also pierced armored planes better then normal bullets. Little did Rams know, the Iron Dragon was only armed with Blessed Bullets, ensuring every shot Viola (the Iron Dragon) fired, would be a critical hit. Blessed bullets now rained through the sky, but Viola's new plane was way to fast for Rams to hit. He had been playing this way too cocky, he would need to really try now. "Let's fly for real now," pulling up a bit harder a few Blessed bullets nicked the side of the Iron Dragons wing. Thing we're getting serious now.

A shot to her left wing, and Viola felt fired up! She had let Ramsley have his first round of fun but now it was her turn. Grinning like she had won a gold medal, Viola made a sharp turn to the left, passing Ramsley's Half Blood on the way. Shooting at his entire backside, The Iron Dragon's blessed bullets left a straight line of holes through the side. It wouldn't send him falling in a ball of flames but it would leave him pissed and Viola very happy. Yes, Viola wasn't aiming to kill Ramsley York (possible the number one Jackass in the world) but to only cripple him.

"Take that!!!" She shouted gleefully as her bullets made contact with his plane. Hopefully this battle wouldn't last too long...Time was of the essences if Viola wanted to possibly save Rro and find the old pilot to this plane. There wasn't a day where her mind wouldn't wonder to the handsome blonde man who had saved her.
"Where are you...?" She mused outloud.

By the looks of the damage she was using the expensive blessed ammo as well, how could she afford it? But that wasn't on Rams mind at the moment, while she was fighting Rams to the death, Rogers was in St. Four with a noose around his neck at his execution. As for the blonde man, Rams hadn't met him but he could literally be anywhere in the entire world by now. The life of the Iron Dragon had been a lonely one so the man had fled the Ember Isles and gone south, never to return. As for Viola, her and her plane were bound here, hunting pirates and avoiding the Sky Navy. "Ready for round two...?" Bullets aimed at Viola sprayed once more, mostly missing her but a few littered the plane here and there.

"Lucky bastard...." Viola chuckled softly, pressing down on her left thigh. Warm blood began to ooze from the wound as her left hand shook slightly, in a feeble attempt to cover and stop it's bleeding. Somehow a bullet and whizzed through the cockpit and pierce through her thigh. It hurt, like hell, but Viola wasn't going to let it get to her just yet.
"Bleeding out would definitely be uncool..." She laughed grimly. For now Viola would just have to fly with one hand to bring Ramsley down.


Firing another round of blessed bullets, Viola ignored her thigh for the moment and focused on Ramsley flight patterns.
"I need to trip him up," She muttered, veering left and then at the very last minute turning right. Increasing and then suddenly decreasing her speed would also, hopefully confused Ramsley until Viola could find the perfect weak spot in his Half Breed.

Ramsley held his throat, little known to Viola she had hit a truly weak spot in the Half Blood, the pilot. One hand on the throttle the other on his throat as he gagged on his own blood, he had to take out the new Iron Dragon. "Vvvvv.... Vvvvv....." York choked as he pulled up spraying ammo a strew into the sky but his vision began to blur, "sogh og itch....."