Thieves of Europa

[xena]

The Russian had hoped they could get out of there fast enough to dodge the fire fight, "Cylenia! Ve haff do go!" She shouted down, "Kom on!" Her remote buzzed in her bag and Alyssia just got a whole lot more nerve wracked. That was an alarm, things were about to go south if they didn't get a move on.

"Disrepectful wench! Fire!" Scott commanded the clanks. The bronze robots aimed the many barrels of their Gatling gun rifles before they both deactivated. Scott looked up, knowing full well what just happened. The Russian girl, she had launched an EMP. She held the device that looked like a gun with an impractically wide barrel. He snarled and shot at Cylenia as he ducked for cover behind the doorway he had just entered.

[Charity]

Cylenia quickly moved to the ladder, avoiding Scott's aim...She smiled, giving him a quick salute as she harnessed her gun to grab the sacks of gems and reached for a control box for the aircraft. "Bye-bye" she said, her smooth voice seeming almost flirtatious there as she quickly pressed a button;

In what seemed like an instant, the aircraft rose quickly, pressing forward as Cylenia held onto the ladder tightly, keeping her eyes on Scott and the same devilish smirk. ((did you notice that none of us grabbed the bags!?)) When cleared, she began to climb as well as she could, slinging the bag over her shoulder. Surprisingly, she was very strong.

Once she reached the dock, she brushed herself off; pulling the bags up. "We need to develop some sort of hook system here...So we can have an easier haul of the loot." She smirked, heading to the pilot cockpit. ((that's what it's called, yes?))

[xena]

Scott watched them go, but smiled to himself. You're not out of my fire yet, you brat!

The underbelly cargo doors closed beneath them as they got into the ship, "Cylenia! Git oss out ov ear NOAW!" She shouted as she frantically manipulated multiple systems simultaneously from her remote, her hands in a frenzy, "Ve don haff much tiem bevor-" The ship shook as it took a direct hit.

"ATTENTION ALYSSIA POETRALSKI AND CYLENIA LENOVA. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. SURRENDER YOU VESSEL OR BE DESTROYED!"
Rising from the city was an enormous Air Galleon, decked out with State Of The Art solar sails and multiple zepplin supports that allowed the giant thing to stay afloat, towering above the earth as it rose to meet them, it's cannons trained on their tiny craft. The military class ship must have been more than fifty times their size and heavily armored.
Scott stepped onto the main deck, looking up at the thief ship. He grinned. Now he had them!

"Get oss ondarvay, hy vill hendle de Galleon!" Alyssia informed Cylenia via the ship intercom as the pilot ran to the cockpit and Alyssia made her way to where they had taken the hit.

[Charity]

Cylenia muttered under her breath, angered at the direct hit that Scott triggered at their vessel. "Damn!" she cursed as the craft shook; looking to Alyssia for quick repairs as she slipped into the cockpit. Flashes of red were flickering all around them, and Cyl knew that meant they needed repairs - and quickly. "I'm getting us out of here, but I'm counting on you to make sure our exit is not very... how you say... Civil." As she watches the area around them, she navigates the craft through the air in a slick fashion; slipping under the Galleon to fly past it. She assumed no one would have thought to install under-arms on the thing, considering it's massive size.

This quick turn around wouldn't have them safe for long, the Galleon turned at them to give chase; Cylenia continues to curse as she moves smoothly above the city.

[xena]

Alyssia had to run to the Engineering bay first and activate the repair clanks, then she began running to the bridge as she continued manipulating her remote and a breakneck pace. It hadn't been tested before now, it had better work! "Keep dodging!" Alyssia insisted on the intercom, "Hy need moar tyme!"