Conquest Horizon

Phobia wasn’t sure what was going on. Things seemed to have gone pretty well, even to the point he was able to haggle some scrap metal to be brought to his ship. But now, guards were rushing all over the place. People evacuated into homes and the streets slightly cleared up to make way for the many guards.

It all spoke of trouble, and the striped felt he should keep out of sight himself. While he hid in a alleyway to keep out of sight and mind, he half wondered what was going on. Could there have been a raid on the way? Maybe a contesting sultan wanted to take this land?

There was so much to work over as he went through the less known paths and slightly used Scrappy to figure out the alleyway maze. He nearly pulled a flintlock out when he heard a slight ‘pst’ to his side, and glanced to find two purple eyes glowing in the dark.

“Hey, Racky?” Asked Ash in a low tone, “mind wrapping up your business soon? I think we hit a slightly rough bump.” Going on to say, “you know how Book was a slave, but before that she was a slave to be gifted to some sultan?” Giving a slight laugh and going on to tell, “funny thing just happened. Turns out, the Sultans Prince was the one that was supposed to get her-- crazy, right?” And chuckled, “well… he might be a little possessive he didn’t get her and, well…. Might be really angry that she’s free and with Sieg….”

As if recalling, Ash added, “oh, and I may have duped the guard into thinking we’re part of some caravan at the gates-- so if we want to leave now before they notice? I think now’s a really good time to disappear.” (End)

Snorting in slight irritation, mostly because he hasn’t had a chance to see the auctions— but consider his ship might be taken, he order while holstered his flintlock. “Scrappy, get us back to the ship.”

“Scanning...I found us a path, rerouting and full on retreat to Destroyer of Hopes and Dreams.” Talking the lead as Phobia follows as he remarked.

“I always wonder who it was that wanted Book...guess we know now it was some prince to a military city.” Then snortle out in irritation. “And I havent explore all over…”

Then told in a humorless tone. “Guess this time I won’t be blame for stupid shit, since it’s someone else for once that cause trouble.” (Done)

Finger up, Ash told, “actually you can’t really blame Me, Sieg or Book. I wanted to talk things out, and the Prince’s response was pointy sharp things. And I know how allergic we three are to those, so I figured? Tactical retreat.” Then soon added, “oh, right.. I might have also beat up a few of the guard and lead them on a merry chase around the city, so… I’m going to go my own way so they don’t lob you in with me and Sieg. Sound good?” (end)

“Oh I’m just fine with that,” Told Phobia as he said. “Just try to catch up to the ship if we leave before you get a chance to get on.”

“Probability of Ash getting on the ship…15%.” (Done)

Shaking her head, Ash said, “don’t worry about me. I’ll find a way.” Then waved, “now get going-- and try to leave as if you’re not in a hurry. Can’t be suspicious when you take off, you know?” And soon further added, “oh, and if you spot Kan and Nowa, better tell them it’s time to vonmoos on out!” Then moved back into the dark alleyway, going around a corner and out of sight. (End)

Shaking his head some, he let Scrappy lead, moving to the alleyways and back to the ship as quickly as possible. Doing his best to look causal as the two move as fast as possible.

However as they move into the streets, the Stripe glance around under his hood, seeing the moving of guards as Scrappy stick close. The two move out of sight as possible, slowly making their way to the docks as they reach within the area as he paused. His ears heard Kan voice filled with venom.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Getting him and Scrappy to look at the two mare and a minotaur female among them as Phobia told with a raised left finger upwards.

“Just for the record? For once I am innocent.” (Done)

Looking the striped over, the minotaur said, “no’ even out o’ the city an’ we’re already in trouble?” then looked to Nowa with a grin, “pop wus righ’, you are a bag of unlucky picks jus’ waitin’ to happen!”

Letting out a sigh, Nowa told, “Phob’s, Copper. Copper, Phobia.” Then motioned, “now let’s get inside before whatever happened trails back to us.” Rushing up the ramp while adding, “I’m getting us out of here before whoever you pissed off come’s after us with ships! An’ we ain’t ready for military grade ships!” (end)

“Again. I’m. Innocent.” Told Phobia as Kan hissed out as they enter in the ramp.

“Bullshit!”

“I am!” Whined the Stripe as he pulled the hood down, continuing on as the ramp door close behind them. “Apparently while Sieg, Book, and Ash were out, the prince of this city spotted Book— who Apparently was the given ‘gift’ we heard from, and wanted hernback. Sieg said no, prince was pissed she was free, and Ash distracted them as she’ll keep them off our backs as we escape.”

Kan glared at the Stripe as she try to see if he was lying...then snort and told to Copper in dryness. “Copper, this is both the Captain and Head enginner. Also our idiot.” Then to Phobia. “This is the extra hands for keeping the enginners in like and help repairs.” Then trotted on as she told.

“Now if you pardon me, I have things to do.” As they saw her trotting off in anger, Scrappy comment.

“It appears we ruined whatever business she wish to have here…” then told in slight smugness. “Marking down amusement information within databanks.” (Done)

This was interrupted as his head was poked. Turning, Scrappy found two highly curious eyes looking at him as Copper said, “well, ain’t ya somthin’? Talkin’, thinkin’, comentin’ and also jokin’. Don’t see stuff like you everyday in these ol’ places.” Seeming fascinated for the most part while she crouched down to slightly inspect him.

Any pride Phobia felt at her amazement seemed to die as she looked to him and told, “So your that head lad that made all of this, eh?” Standing up and smiling, “Like ya were told, I’m Copper, ya new engineerin’ help and worker. I’d be needin’ a look at ya blueprints before I start doin’ any work around here.” (end)

Phobia felt a eye twitch as he was about to shout, but Scrappy interrupted. “Request blueprints of the battleship and of other things can be made due to her assistance needing if she needs to assist in repairs, Phobia. Could also gain her assistance in repair of golems, as well as assistance in stainless steel usuage due to having higher knowledge of Smith work and of metals you lack as of now.”

Seeing Phobia splutter, before snorting with cross arms and turn his head to the side as Scrappy informed Copper. “Request of blueprints can be given, but please know that the blueprints of my design are currently off limits due to my uniqnuess compare to other golems on the ship.” (Done)

“Oh, I don’t care non for that.” Waved off Copper as she stood up fully. “I jus’ need the ship’s prints. Don’ want to go around bangin’ on walls tryin’ to know whats what when I got no clue where every part is.” Then joked, “don’ wanna go losn’ me hand in sum hole that need’s fixin’, only t find that there’s some rotter’s on da other side of ‘em. Be a real mess an’ I be bleedin’ ‘cuse I wasn’t given the needed stuff t’ properly fix this place up.” (end)

The two look at her as Phobia snort and told. “Fine..I’ll get the ship blueprints.” Then told to Scrappy. “Lead her to her new cabins.”

Scrappy nod as the Stripe went one way as the mechanical wolf look to her. (Done)

“I’ll perfer’ settin’ up in engineerin’ if it’s all the same.” Copper spoke out to both, even making the stripe pause. “If i’ll be workin’ on this ship, I’m settin’ close to where I be workin’ most.” (end)

Thinking for a bit, Phobia told. “Engineering...isn’t like most compare to this ship…” then glance and Told. “But if you want...I’ll make sure you got a cot. Scrappy?”

The mechanical wolf nod, as he turn and Told. “Follow me please.” Leading the minotaur as Scrappy brought up the blueprints in his memory banks as he was leading her to the back of the ship. Going further down as it slowly became dimmer and dimmer in lighting as the sounds of clanking steps of Enginner golems moving around the two as the rumbling sound of the engines were being heard. (Done)

Looking around and thinking to herself, Copper questioned, “who don’ place a few bunks near engineerin’?” Going on in a half rant, “that’s a stupid thing t’ not do. Ya need t’ have qurters down’ and ready fer yer lads to be ready an’ fix up the ship below deck if the engin’s go.”

“An’ what’s with the lightin’? Sure can save power, bu’ does the rest ofthe ship hav this? Crew’ can’t do well with too low of lightin’. An’ whats with the pipes here? Ain’t the most protected place t’ place ‘em.” Seeming to scrutinize and comment on every sight she saw. “Makes me worry on da blueprints. Hope they ain’t a big ol’ mess. Me pop would be more steamed than a forge on a hot summer's day durin’ the mid summers forge week!” (End)

Feeling the slight bristle within himself, but told. “Logically you would be correct on most parts, as there are bunks near the engines, the lighting is on reserve power due to balancing energy. The pipes are cover with protective runes within and out. Most of the ‘crew’ compromise of 600 golems. The only organic crew of enginners are you and Phobia.”

“The blueprints are also fully fleshed out and organized.”(Done)

“We’ll be seein’ abou’ that.” Copper said with crossed arms. “Least now I know why ya power’s bein’ all dim’ down here, runes? Gotta be messin’ with sum of the power.” then went on, “an’ I don’t care iffin’ ya got fancy magic on ‘em. Point is, they’re open, easy t’ spot an’ simple t’ break with another fancy spell.”

Telling to the golem straight and blunt, Copper told, “I come from a line of smith’s an’ shipbuilders. Nine whole generations of ‘em! I learn from the very best, an’ I know a thing or two with ships!” Then shook her head. “An’ this one? Sounds t’ be understaffed of real crew.” (End)

Analyzing her words, there was logic in there, mostly because she was knowledgeable of both metals and ships. Analyzing situation once creator hear criticism. Will have grit teeth, but once heard from me, will allow Copper to keep criticism and rework the ship, potentially remove or alter things to make ship more effective. Request assistance to make ship ice-proof and suggestions of golems be ice-resistance.

while critism is harsh, it will improve ship, which will improve Phobia chances of world domination for the New Dread Empire. Allowing other's to help on ship, will allow the chances to rise higher.

Scrappy decided to inform. “However you are correct. Ship originally intended to hold large crew member of 1000. Ship designed for living crew, however due to complications, only golems. Will however take in criticism to Phobia and will remind him you are more knowledge in both craft of ships and of metals.” (Done)

“You better.” Snortted the women. “I don’ care if he’s got 1000 golems workin’, it’s still understaff of real crew knowin’ their stuff on how t’ really make a ship fuction right!” Thinking some, she told mostly to herself, “Migh’ got to look fer some real good engineers…” Then waved off, “ack. Ain’t no finding good help in arabia. Best be askin’ father for real help. An’ knowin’ him? He’d say da holds which be a pian t’ go to an’ look fer them all. Not worth the trouble when they may sa no.” (end)

He consider that as they had to avoid the Holds for the time...he consider on request to Equestria, as the Isles were off limits for obvious reasons as he asked. “What of Equestria engineers? While not as great as Minotaurs, are within acceptable range.” (Done)

Snorting, Copper told, “that’s suposin’ ya can rope them inta workin’ fer a ship that ain’t contracted by Equestria. An’ while there’s a number, they ain’t possibly the most loyal.” (End)

“Agreed. Will possibly try to steal blueprints or means of golems craft. Cannot go seeking in Arabia, nor the Holds.” Running the numbers as he was looking over scenarios of how to gain potential allies, while making sure they were loyal.

The only reason Copper was partially loyal was of a contract and business ethics. The other's can not be said the same.(Done)

Rolling her eyes, copper said, “I’mma more worried of ‘em lot tryin’ to sabotage the ship an’ let someone onboard that shoulden’ and steal the ship. Why take the blueprints when they can take the whole boat?” (end)

There was a low snarl as Scrappy agreed further. “Unacceptable. Talking my creator second greatest creation? Will be removed and kill before this pass.” Pushing his processor energy to think. Scrappy consider every variable as he thought and Told. “Cannot trust so easily, but creative minds might be needed...one group comes to mind when it comes to creativity, but cannot call on them.” (Done)

“Well ain’t that just a big disappointment out in the middle of nowhere when ya really need one?” Half chuckled Copper. “Looks like I’ll be da one doin’ most the work in the ship then.” Then told stright to Scrappy, “so don’ be expectin’ me t’ be about dallyin’. I got work t’ do, and with a ship this big? I ain’t gettin’ many breaks!” (End)

“Phobia will also assist in repairs and work. While Engineer golems may not be as creative, can assist in repairs, works, and other tedious works. Over 200 Engineer golems available to assist and Repair.” (Done)

Giving a scoffing sound, Copper told, “don’t care if the ship’s swimmin’ with golems made to fix. I’m still gonna look at every nook an’ cranny this place got to offer, and by the Iron in me blood, I’m gonna look at every possibly mis-workin’ part there is and be sure it’s not a cobbled mess of trouble waitin’ to send us sinkin’ to the depths that is the ground below our hooves!” (End)

Considering over that, Scrappy informed. “That is a reasonable statement. Will informed a Enginner golem to aid until you are familiar of the ship structure.”

Another clanking sound came as a Grunt golem held up a large blueprint as it informed. “I have brought forth blueprints of the battleship.”

Nodding some, Scrappy then look to Copper and asked. “Do you require lights, or shall wait until we are st the bunks to activate full lighting?” (Done)

Giving him a look as if asking of she even needed to answer, copper said, “Well, why not ya do so while I walk an’ read an’ not know where I’m goin’. Let’s be seein’ wehre that’ll go--” Then next to snarked loudly, “O’course we shoul’ wait ‘till I get to me bunk! Ya take me for some daft second-hand stoogey that’ll be too eager to look at somthin’ an’ bubbmle inta walls like a dunderhead?” She huffed while taking the prints. “Think ‘fore ya open ya mouth. Make ya sound less stupid.” (End)

“While my logical systems Are functional, I tend to have a few system problems regarding to a few common senses scenarios. The problem to this is due to my start of living life in the last two months.” Seeing the Grunt golem leaving as Scrappy to lead the minotaur towards the bunks.

As Scrappy lead her more to the engines area as they heard the humming and to closed doors as he spoke. “This is the bunkers of section 45 of the engineer section. They are empty as of this time, but has adequate space and Bathroom.” (Done)

Moving in and nodding, Copper told, “good… means I can work this place a good once over an’ actully make it a good work place.” Looking back to smile, “make sure that cot’s big enough fer a girl me size, right’o? I’ll be lookin’ fer things to fill this room up with all me needs when I start gettin’ to work.” (End)

“Affirmative. Will confirm to Grunts to have large cot for your need, Engineer Copper.” Confirmed Scrappy as when he turned to return to Phobia side, two grunts were bringing a large cot for a gnoll to sleep on.

Although as Scrappy was returning to Phobia side, he began to re-run his scenario of Phobia. rerun numbers, running variations added by Enginner Copper presence. Adding new variables, adding unpredictable Hernos...conclusion: dilemma increase from 57% to 61%. Unacceptable. Must lower the percentage before it reach onto 75%. (Done)

The question of how, was the main issue. It seemed like whenever something new occurred, it would send the problem spiraling even more higher than before. And that, was a large issue that bothered the golem.

Copper… wasn’t seen that much in the ship. The Minotaur did as she said she would, and went straight to work on the ship once she read over the blueprints. Even during flight, she first worked on the halls, then checked some internal systems. Followed by figuring out a bit of the Gem-coms and checking those. Then going to the engine room and scrutinizing it over. During their trip away from Kervail city, all Copper did was her work on her own time.

Which suited Phobia fine. He was a little miffe to hear from Scrappy the minotaur scrutinized everything he made. All his inventions and genes placed into the ship-- even if he hadn’t seen her since day one, Scrappy was there to inform him of every little thing. Apparently, she found his ship’s make to be on the messy side. What possibly had him most irritated, was the fact that she underlined the ship was not properly made for cold weather conditions.

Apparently his placement of certain pipes and parts were in too exposed areas and viable to freezing over and gaining damage from the cold itself. Hearing this alone and the comment that they would have to make changed to even make the ship ‘arctic’ worthy grated on his nerves.

But… it wasn’t the end of it. Apparently, she would not talk to him about all the problems-- until she had gone up and down the entire ship to find every problem.

Oh, and Ash did somehow make her way onboard before the ship took off. Nobody knew how, nobody really questioned how-- and Phobia maybe was slightly hoping she didn’t make it onboard. But she did, so they were still stuck with her. (End)

And that really made him more miffed. As apparently she somehow got on without anybody figuring it out...just how?!?

Worser yet, it also means that until Copper look over and make the repairs? They won’t reached into the Griffon Kingdoms until they were ready by her standards. Sitting in a chair in his room, he felt irritated all over, especially since everything wasn’t going on plan…

and what’s worse is that I’ve been slowly wanting sex since Najat, or I made her service me. That was probably cause half of his tense and irrritation. Apparently the lack of relief was making him moody. He just thought he could get another slave and handle it…

But there was never a chance to get one! It was always delaying, or not enough he was intrest...and to make matters worse? Najat body was mocking him! Even more with the tense situation between them, part of him wanted to feel her..but he always drove himself to work or plotting…

And whenever he sometimes get close enough in touching range? Her body literally radiate cold around her. Even bits of frost on her robes form on her.

And Kan notice this...and use this to belittle and ‘tease’ him. That demoness was antagonizing him to the point she was enjoying it! (Done)

While he gave a half irritated sound and slumped in his chair in one of the battleships many, many rooms, Phobia tried to focus on other thoughts and petting Scrappy. It was only half-helping. The thoughts of Copper being so critical of his ship was frustrating… and seeing Najat’s hypnotic hipsway was just as distracting. Why did Najat have to look so… exoticly stunning? Maybe it was partially due to her being some heiress or even the fact of how he used to have ‘Kitten’ serve him anytime he called.

He missed that.

“Wow… you look like bad-mood incarnate.” He wanted to look up to the ceiling and wonder, why him? He didn’t even need to look to know it was Ash-- granted out of her robes and in something a bit more comfortable. Namely those bindings on her limbs, baggy pants and a tubetop. Nothing so covering, just… relaxed… and show of her markings.

That was still a odd sight to see. (End)

probalby got Done in training. consider Phobia as he told flatly. “Yeah, even guys like me have bad days.” He pet more on Scrappy head as the mechanical wolf glance to Ash as Phobia asked. “Any reason to visit me? Or came by here in chance?” (Done)

“You’ve been moody.” Ash just told while walking in and plopping down on the floor with crossed legs. Looking up to him, she raised a brow, “why’s that?” (End)

“Being told my ship was full of problems, plans to visit the griffin kingdoms set back— and still have more work to do.” Told Phobia as he partially consider asking Scrappy to get one of the Grunts to grab the Dragon Brew bottles for him to start drinking.

Granted it was one thing he never do, Talking strong alcohol...but he felt he was nearing his limit. (Done)

“Don’t think about it.” Ash waved off with a hand. “So your ships have a little trouble, nothing works out the first time around easy.” Snapping a finger and pointing to him, Ash said, “she’s supposed to be a real expert in ship-building, right? So what’s the problem?” (end)

“The problem is that there’s still more for me to learn. That for everything I plan— I am two steps back..” Looking at Scrappy as he told in annoyance. “That my plans of world domination will need more time, more planning— more funding.” Rolling his eyes some as he added. “As well as improving my golems to be more efficient.” (Done)

“A kingdom was never made in a day, Phobia.” Ash told with a firm nod. “And sitting here feeling annoyed and whining about all your problems isn’t going to help.” She eyed him and told, “if you’re so angry about the problems, fix them. Copper’s onboard, and if I heard her right? She might be more than happy to tell you how you can improve.” Moving her arms to slightly prop herself back, Ash told, “the only thing stopping you is yourself right now. Just take a deep breath, calm down… and just ask ‘please’ on help, and give ‘thank you’ when it’s all done.” And then smiled. “Simple.” (end)

simple huh? Nothing so simple...well, except for asking for help… thought over Phobia as he thought on it as he replied. “I’ll...try it out when I’m able to talk to her, right now she’s in the backup engine core to give it a look over.” (Done)

Shaking her head, Ash said, “everyone could use help sometime, Phobia. You can go it alone all you like, but you’re still alone in the end.” Sitting in place for a while before saying, “you know… speaking of help, I should really go find and bug Book on her cooking. She still needs to learn the important art… of making brownies.” Nodding sagely… then speedily getting to her paws, rushing out with, “Hold on Book, I’m coming!” As if it were some emergency. (End)

Snorting some, he shook his head as he pet more on Scrappy head as Phobia consider it on asking Copper aid...maybe talk to her as he thought. Later. She’s going to be working on the back up and Looking at the blueprints.

Thinking some as he sighed and got up as he said. “Come on Scrappy, lets head back to the room.” Walking wth the now moving mechanical wolf as he asked. “Check your calander systems...how long until I’m old?”

“Checking...3 weeks.” Responded Scrappy as he was trying to figure out why his creator ask that...only to realize in alarm as he thought. this is bad. The percentage rate of 61% will rise to potentially 75%, even higher once his date of birth comes...will be reminded of former Clan. Reminded of old friends. Home. Betrayal. Have not found solution. Has not find a means to lower percentage… must find solution before birth. Must find means to stagger the percentage, even knocking out and forcing creator to not forbid us from dilemma.

must find means to save creator. No matter the cost.

Green light slightly plinking on the side of the specially made glass jar, Kan had to slightly admire the healthy coloration of the Soul and its current strength. Nobody bare Copper was onboard at the moment, and Nowa was once more swindling the local townsfolk of Arabia of their coin.

As fun as the was, the demoness was more preoccupied with going over the special Soul collection Tyra next to tossed her way for ‘information on Ash’. So far, Kan hasn’t eaten them. The thought had crossed her mind, seeing how more than half were some pretty strong souls, even magically speaking. But it begged the question why Tyra didn’t eat them. What was their relevance, importance….

Except maybe the Blue soul with a Pink inside. That one was just pretty and unique. A collectible really. (End)

Looking at the soul as she hum. such a rarity, these are one in a hundred in mortals… even the color of these souls made her interested. It was obvious that Tyra spare these souls from her personal collection was because of either their magical use...or the strength of the souls.

And with how the colors were of these souls? She knew Tyra either purposely gave her the best or randomly pick them in her desperation of finding Ash? (Done)

There was one way of finding out-- a admittedly risky one if the fake-mare was willing to admit. Simply opening a jar and snatching the Soul inside to get a feel for what it was, who it was. Their past, maybe their life, skills… or even more importantly, memories of their magical apdatues. Granted, there was a risk of the Soul’s being frisky enough to zip on out and escape to the afterlife.

That did tend to happen on occasion. (End)

And the best way to grab the soul….is to be in my true form. Which is another risk. Sure Ash already knew...but did Najat knew? Then again, Ash would of warn the white bitch...which explains why Najat gave a sharp eye on her…

The largest risk was her unleashing her power, and the last it happen? Tyra, demon hunters, even mages and special individual sense her...which explain why Ash left so quickly. Kan was a big becon. Even more on the ‘If there was demon marked’.

Sure they were in Arabia...but Tyra and other's could feel her, granted not Tyra...but mages could. And she was in a contract for those desiring her power...or those will try to kill her. And if she release her form? It would also alert the two on what she was ‘scheming’. Maybe demand on what she was doing?

Maybe other demons too, especially some who were older than her...or worse. ascended damn spirits. The goody two shoes that will try to remove me with their own contracts. she recall the last ascend she fought…

Against That damned spirit of the ring...Nibbles.

As ridiculous of a name as it was, Nibbles was just about as old as Camous, possibly a few centuries younger. But there was no doubting that she was still very powerful for a Spirit of her type. ‘Faith’ spirits were not known for their power, but for Nibbles to compete with Camous in power? It just spoke of her overall skill and magical powers.

There was no telling where Nibbles was now, but Kan hoped it was far, far, far away from her.

So no, going into her original body was possibly a very bad idea. But, it was also the best way to keep a soul from just escaping. That is to say, if it would escape. One Soul, a very odd one to be sure, was a little different. Glancing to it, Kan measured the red and orange soul that burned like a fire. But despite it’s fiery nature, it was perfectly still… patient, if she had to just define its stillness. It definitely was not like the other Souls. It’s container almost showed the same, having a metal cap with slight ‘vents’ to let out a constant heat it seemed to produce. (End)

It made Kan furrow her brows. Taking the jar into her hooves as she look closer to the jar as she muttered. “What make you so different?” Examine the soul as she felt the jar was warm and hot to touch. Although with her fiery nature it didn’t bother her...but it radiate heat nevertheless. She almost consider talking it out.

But she also knew that if she tried to take it out? It could zoom out and escape from her. So she was left with a dilemma. Either take it out by herself and it’ll escape...or go into her real form to find out and alarm everyone...or she could try to find a more sluggish soul..

But all of them were lively? Except the blue one with a pink core...that seem to try to keep a distance from her. try the red one or the blue one with pink? she consider the one in her hooves…

But it could be a ruse and escape.

The other could be grabbed...but the blue with pink could dash away the moment she open it...looking at the souls she consider which to take...she almost consider the blue with pink.

She didn’t trust the red one. beside...I could grab them with my mouth after done searching their use. Moving the red one down as she trot by the blue with pink core.

Looking down to it she picked it up and Told. “Try to run and ill just devour you.” Threatening the soul as she cautiously open and Quickly grab it before it had a chance.

Although it seem to move away from her hoof, not even bothering to escape. She decided to quickly move to grip it with her forehoof as it didn’t had enough room to escape from her. Feeling it’s within her hoof as she could tell it was scared and frighten as it cried for comfort, for a mother as she seek deep in the memory.

As it seem Tyra took the soul of a foal. As the soul recall it had a normal mom, a distant but working father. Kan hum as she saw a dirt village that was gone due to how old it look...could of been centuries since it was taken.

Souls are ageless, as Time is meaningless to them within the jars. (Done)

“Please don’t hurt me.” Kan could hear the young faol’s voice, a young filly possible. “I want to go home… I want to go home...” It now made sense why it was a slippery and skittish little thing. It was just a foals soul. The only reason Tyra didn’t use it was because it as a very pretty and unique soul. One that possibly had some unique potential or destiny down the line. It was likely, but ultimately unknown. (End)

“Oh don’t worry...I’m not going to hurt you. No reason to.” Told the demoness as she let go, and Quickly cover the covered again as she place the jar down.

Looking at the moving souls as she saw the red soul again in stillness. Thinking for a bit..she decided to check on it. Cautiously opening the top to quickly shove her hoof down to grab it—. (Done)

There was strength. There was reselence. There was power. There was resolve. For a split moment, Kan could see a long life, a very bright life. A warrior, a knight, a fighter-- a threat. Abominations burned. They burned, were beaten, were slaughtered and crushed while souls escaped to the afterlife. Metal warm with life and powered by a soul, eyes aflame with purpose. Armor red as the fires that onced forged it-- and a name. Vass.

She had to blink her eyes and look down at the fiery soul that seems to burn strongly in her hoof, seeming to power itself up just a touch, but bide… wait… patiently evaluate. It knew… now, she could see it as it saw her. He knew he couldn’t escape while in her grasp, nor from the jar. He was some sort of spirit inhabiting armor-- a spirit that was similar to Ash, but in a different manner. He had the potential to fight off Tyra, but most definitely cut right through her abominations with fires made from his very spirit. And he was fairly old for a thing of the mortal realm. (End)

Looking at the soul, part of her consider to put the jar back...then a idea form in her mind. Looking down she said. “Normally...I am forbidden to make a deal with mortals with their souls...but your a mortal soul. And a very powerful one...how would like to make a exchange of sorts? In return of not killing me and forcefully releasing these souls, along with doing a request…”

Her expression holding a smirk. “I will allow you to assist fellow other's in removing Tyra, her abominations, her small research area of the Holds forever….in a new body. One where once you complete the request? Your free to go.” (Done)

He was thoughtful, and still. She could feel this Vass turn the deal over in his mind for a moment before asking, “What sort of new body?” A mixed interest, and suspicion there. (End)

“While it’s nothing like the original you have of Spirit Steel...it can be crafted in a unique form of armor, or golem...by a Stripe and a minotaur Smith. We could try to find the original...but odds are it’s gone.” Then told on.

“Maybe Spirit Steel, But in a stronger form? It all depends on what can be crafted to suit on what you can use, old Warrior.” (Done)

Vass thought to himself, thoughts she was admittedly having a hard time sensing. It only told her this was a powerful soul-- possibly too strong for the abominations to hold. Probably why the demoness didn’t use him for her own ends. And by the heat he produced? Well… Kan had to hold back a smile at the very thought of Tyra burning her hand just to grab the soul.

“I know where my old body is.” the confidence there made her want to blink. “My offer? You let me go, and I’ll go to the Holds. Regain my body, and go to war with Tyra.” He seemed to speak, as if knowing what was going on. “I know what Tyra is up to. I know that this Herno girl is what she wants. I will deny her that. And will deny her anymore Abominations to give her forces. And less hassle for you, if you chose to go back to Iron Holds. Deal?” (end)

Giving a low smile, she asked sweetly. “And of me, the remaining souls, and the request? As all I’m requesting… is to not stop the Strip that is the ‘mastermind’ of this ship. Whether he wins or fails depend on him. All I ask is to not bother him if he lose on his contract to me, I doubt he could win against you.” (Done)

“Not that many can.” Agreed Vass. “Fine. I’ll leave this ship alone. I’m in no position to barter for the other souls, or do much to you. Not that I can complain, seeing as you’re letting me go.” Suspicion still there. (end)

“Of course I’m letting you go. After all...the more you bother Tyra? The better of a chance for that idiot to either win or fail on his desires later on.” Then told. “It’s a deal Vass, the Crimson Knight.” Then let go and oull her hoof out to allow the soul out.

Seeing it gently float out, seeming to move to the nearest window. Not barging through, as it waits for a opening as she move to open the window for him, watching him leaving like a speeding flare.

Giving a smirk as it left, she close the window as that was...the most sastifying deal she made. Mostly because it not only give the mutt a chance..

But would utterly cause Tyra to freak out that pain in her ass is coming after her and the abominations once more. (Done)

She felt a giggle actually escape her lips. It was very brief, but she could see the memory of the battle resulting in Vass’s capture. It took hoards of Imps being burnt to death, abominations with hundreds of souls and Tyra herself-- next to burning her arm off just to get him into a specially made jare that could actually hold him.

Oh yes… Tyra was going to definitely panic when he gets back to Iron Holds. (end)

It made it even better that Vass won’t bother the demoness or her collection...or her contract as they’ll be away from the Iron Holds…

At least until it happens that they’re back in the Holds. She knew sooner or later they will return. But for now? She’ll enjoy the entertaining of Tyra face when her old pain coming back to cause her grief. And give Tyra less time to find Ash. (Done)

Scrappy, was feeling what could be possibly called ‘worried’. The ‘three week mark’ had passed, and Phobia had indeed degraded further. On the day of his birth, he locked himself in his room and silently worked over ideas. At one point Ash asked where he was, but she was bared any form of entrance.

She tried again later, but again, was met with a locked door. Once more, and still Phobia refused to let her in… or the two golems he placed as guards. She at least left lunch and dinner on both occasions, so that was a possible minor plus.

After they had left one of the more recently gone to villages, and flown for a while, Nowa was able to draw the striped out. Not by knocking, but just informing everyone of a wreck that was spotted. The very thought of scraps had the racky hyena out and ready to get to work-- granted it was just a distraction from how he was currently feeling.

Nowa landed the ship and told she would keep the engines running, knowing that the pirates or slavers that downed the ship could still be around or scavengers might try and fight over the remains. Not that Phobia list and too much, he was more occupied with getting his gear and heading out with the engineering bot’s to secure all the potential scraps for use.

What Scrappy did not anticipate, was for Ash and Najat to be in the bay waiting for him. What was possibly a further surprise… was that both had one of the new dinghies-- one that Copper had helped make with some on hand supplies, ready and prepared.

Ash in particular was making sure the little thing was ready for take off before spotting the both and grinning while pulling up her cowl, “there you are, Racky. I was wondering how long you’d be stuffed in your room for.” Then patted the small ship saying, “wanna lift?” Najat rolling her eyes and making sure the sail was open, secure and ready. (end)

“...sure. Come on Scrappy.” Said Phobia as he got on the dingy, with the mechanical wolf getting in as Scrappy was silent. Looking by his creator as Scrappy already saw the degrading of his Stripe.

Creator...My creator has suffer heavily casualties within mental and emotional. Estimating percentage...80%....unable to find solution. Unable to find means to lower percentage...i now feel a new feeling. Failure. scrappy couldn’t help but scoot close to the stripe.

Leaning by the silent madman as he look into the wreck...and asked. “Any idea who shot this ship down? Beside the usual pirates or slavers?” Scrappy tried to recall the information….

But Nowa didn’t say anything as passing Enginner golems were moving ahead to start disassembly as Scrappy respond, “unknown. No information given. Could be anything.” (Done)

“I don’t think it was Pirates.” Gave out Ash while slightly maneuvering the dingy, Najat making easy hand motions as a cool wind seemed to brush the sails and coax the dinghy to go forwards. “I got a look at the ship. Most of the damage is light and at the back of the ships rotors. I think it was slavers, why else would they leave the ship mostly intact, but there be no crew?” (End)

“Must Of Been recent.” Told Phobia in a non chantle tone, looking on ahead as he felt Scrappy push more of his metallic self against the Stripe. Phobia pat the companion head as he saw his engineers working overdrive on it as he remarked.

“Look like a frigate...maybe a interceptor?” (Done)

“Hard to tell with the front buried in the sand like that.” Ash agreed before the dingy slowed and stopped by the ship. Landing it, Ash got up and stretched some before reaching down and getting her staff. She glanced to Najat, who jumped off the ship first and began to look at the wreck.

Looking to Phobia, Ash told, “Najat and I are going to look around. See if there’s any survivors hiding around. I’m not sure about you, but the golems aren't the most friendliest of faces you’d want to see during a rescue.” (End)

“They weren’t designing to be friendly, but menacing.” Told Phobia as he lower his goggles on his eyes as he told on. “Go on, I’ll be looking on what I find.” Moving to the opposite direction as Phobia jumped off the dingy.

Scrappy looked at his creator, then quickly follow as he came up by the Stripe side and made sure to stick close. The mechanical wolf didn’t want to stray too far...especially with how his creator wasn’t..himself in a sense. (Done)

While the two herno’s took their own path to plunge into the ship’s insides, so did Phobia take another. Mainly he took one of the few shallow holes that were made in the side of the thing and begin his little exploration. It was a bit dark, and tapping Scrappy’s head, the metal-wolf flickered on a flashlight to help them see. Walking inside and towards the area where the bow would be, he was able to confirm one thing. It was a intercepter. The hall was pretty long, longer than what a fridget traditionally had.

So, he went down it and began to take a look around. The damage was pretty recent, and from the looks of it, the engineering golems may need to do some excavation to uncover and dismantle the bow of the ship if they wanted it all. Looking into a few rooms, the Striped found that they mostly had luggage. If he had to guess? This was a cruise ship of some form. Probably moving travellers from one place to another. (End)

Moving by some of the luggage, he open and look inside checking over anything. Although there were only clothings and such as he told. “Get the grunts to start bringing luggage for us to check through. And shovels to dig down.”

Scrappy ear move from the clinical tone of the Stripe as Scrappy nod his head. The two keep searching the luggage’s a bit more, before they moved into rooms to find anything more.

Granted there wasn’t much.

However the luggage’s held a different story, stuff toys for kids. Letters from home...a few pictures of possible friend and family. It made Phobia stare on as Scrappy felt his worry grow more.

80% becoming 86%... the grow of failure is rising. thought Scrappy, gently hitting his head to Phobia side, getting the Stripe to continue on scavenging for anything.

It was thankfully enough to get Phobia to move, though his hand still held one photo of what could of been two ponies-- friends if Scrappy had to calculate. The image was possibly something that hit hard in the Strip, but after a moment it was dropped and left to drift to the floor to be forgotten.

Seeing as this was good, both moved out of the room and continued to look through the ship. Still, there was little to be found. They did find a way to a second deck lower than the one they were on, this one being storrage. A fairly empty one. Water was gone, and food taken. There was only a bare few things really left, like spare luggage or items too frivolous to simply take.

Phobia spent the better part going through these things, absently ignoring other stuff while his mind drifted. Scrappy helped best he could, but his processor was working overtime. He was running low on time and had no solution to the problem that had grown too much too soon. He felt oddly at a loss of what to do.

While both pondered and lost track of time, there was a dull sound and feeling, sand slightly shifting about. It made both pause as the dull booming was heard again, and even another felt as the room shook. The third time really had them moving as it felt like the ground shook with a force. (End)

are we under attack? No, otherwise we would hear cannons...unless… thought Phobia as soon heard cannon fire as it was filled. However as the more they started to get out, the more they heard it. Going through doors, halls, as more cannons came.

However as they came out, Phobia eyes widen to see his golems wrecked, the dingy gone with it blasted by cannonballs. And both look up to see the ship fighting against three Destroyers, as he gather the golems had to evacuate.

look like its us. thought Phobia as he order to Scrappy. “We need to move!”

“Impossible. We have no means to go up. No means to attack. No means to aid. We are forced to watch.” Both Seeing That While the battleship was banged up, going on a retreat flight in a better position…

Although the destroyers are giving it a hard time as it seem some of the Destroyer of Hopes and Dreams cannons were damaged.

“By the Marking! Who the stars are they?!” Demanded a snarling Stripe as Scrappy Told.

“Unknown. Possibly same slavers or new group, but must find cover for cannonballs. Or wait in ship.” While Scrappy was partially glad his creator had some fire...there was worry in him. As the Destroyers tail and dog after the battle ship.

However there was something else coming in a different sound. As they look to over a dune, seeing a few dingoes and ketch’s are coming in. The sizable ships move with two sails as they were jurry rigged...scavengers as Phobia snarled.

Talking his grenade launcher as he told. “I will die before I let them take you!”

that is what I am worry on...and concern. thought Scrappy as he motioned his head to inside. “Inside.” He almost follow in, But soon shouted out.

“Activate code: killswitch salvage!” The remainjng golems within the area suddenly blew up. Destroying any remains of potential use, even their cores as the two went inside.

He may lose this scavenge ship— but he will be damned if he will lose his golems for them to use! Or to learn against him! (Done)

Overhead he could slightly see his ship, the one he made with his own hands get further in a retreat from the Destroyers aggressively attacking at it. It was clear that Nowa was saving the ship from being wrecked-- though leaving him behind in the process. From what he could tell, the herno’s weren't around and probably ran off to the ship the first chance the cannons came down.

It would be like that, wouldn't it? Since they couldn’t really kill him directly, they would leave him to just die. Made sense really. And knowing Nowa, she wasn’t willing to risk her hide to save him. She still had shillings and even his ship at the moment.

It irritated him to no end while going inside the hole and bunkering down. While the destroyers dogged after his second greatest creations-- the scavengers hooted and howled as they neared the crashed ship. Each one got out and from his position, he could see a very large assortment of many species. He could even see a few slaver’s in the mix-- possibly some partnership the scavengers had with whoever had the ships-- maybe the slavers themselves.

Beneficial. One took the live goods, the other took the wrecked left behind. (End)

Although it must be a lucky chance for them to find a ship and potential crew to take. Moving in the ship, he started to go deeper, quickly moving in best places to bunker down. Making a quick plan of sorts…

Survive, evade, and retreat.

That was all he could do. damn it all...I doubt they’ll try to find me. The Hernos will be glad I might dead. Nowa will have a ship to herself...maybe rename it. Kan? Hah, she’ll take my soul and make a new contact. Copper? As if, she’s doing a job…

Sieg and Book? Not really loyal...they got a backup home. No...I’m all by myself...all except for Scrappy. My only friend. My only companion….my only Clan. (Done)

Taking a breath, he could hear the slowly fading echo’s of cannons before… they went silent. Outside the hull, he could hear a number of people working on picking apart the hull and it’s parts. Rumbling of a ship could be felt as it landed and he was pretty sure he heard the paws, feet and hooves of the scavengers and slavers making their way inside. Holding his grenade launcher up, Phobia prepared himself and waited for the optimal moment… (end)

“Scrappy.” Spoke then stripe lowly, loading in a normal grenade as he told. “If they kill me? Escape. Run away.” Alertness on Scrappy optics as he spoke.

“Run...I cannot do that. My programming for—,”

“Don’t give me that!” Lowly snarl the Stripe. “I order you to run. If they capture you, so everything you can to make sure they don’t get you...I don’t want anyone to misuse my greatest creation...and my only Clan.”

Silence was left, as Scrappy tired to comprehend what he was told. He was given a order. A order to escape. But his programming forbid him. But his creator wanted to...let him live?

He recalled once from Ash words, that her own clan would fight tooth and nail for their own...and the same was true for Stripes...Phobia was willing to do the same…

And for the first time...his creator was illogical. He was illogical...and Scrappy need to correct that, as...a good child need to remind their parent...it seem again Ash was logical again.

Scrappy denied this. “Negative. Cannot leave. Programming insist I obey..but you are my creator...my family. My Clan.” Stiffen a bit, the Stripe glance to the robotic wolf as Scrappy Told.

“I will fight by you. If capture, I will activate self destruct. A life without you creator, is one not living for.” There was a slight shake from Phobia, but with a low breath there was a slight grin as he said.

“For the New Dread Empire.”

“For the New Dread Empire.” Agreed Scrappy with a nod, crouching and baring his fangs. (Done)

When the first hoof made it’s presence known in the first corner, did Phobia pull the trigger and let the first explosive fly. It tapped the ground and hit the far wall, a few making confused sounds before there was a large explosion. The sound alone alerted those around that something was up, and more voices were heard. Phobia found himself having to pull the trigger a few more times, more people rushing in-- and later being blown up.

Ears shifting, Scrappy turned his head and found a horse coming around a corner with a few pals, a pegasus and a griffon. Systems prepared, the golem moved and went on defence of Phobia’s back, even as swords were drawn and knives ready. Not that scared the golem-- blades would do little in harming him.

Giving a screeching howl, forcing them to flinch as Scrappy quickly moved to bit down on griffin neck, hearing the squawk of pain— before with a quick twist the body fell.

Moving to the Pegasus, Scrappy jump with the purpose to kill, even with the horse bringing his knife down, Scrappy ended the threat, as his body deflect the weapon. Moving from body to foreleg in a tight grasp as be crunch the bone of a horse screaming in pain. ears hearing the blast of flintlocks as Phobia order.

“Move!”

Scrappy obey as he quickly kill the horse, with a quick pull and dive to puncture the jugular. Phobia tossed a smoke grenade behind him. Giving them time to escape and move elsewhere as he said. “Ideas?”

Quickly running the numbers, he told. “Escape. Use dingys or Ketch. Use to escape...however with multiple threats, slavers, scavengers, with distance and of ground to ships...survival rate is 1%.”

Phobia thought...and grin. “Let’s do it.” (Done)

While the golem did not like the low chances, it was also their only real viable option. Hiding only prolonged the problem and just staging a hold-out fight would only result in their capture. They only had so much to their advantage, and sooner or later, they would exhausted. Or Phobia would at least.

So… making a mad dash for the ground based ships was their option. One that may result in death. But, it seemed like their only option. So, with that, they ran. They ran and navigated the halls. On the way, they had to stop and either flee-- or fight. Scavengers and slavers crawled over the ship’s insides, and each time they had to fight, Phobia had to use a bit more energy for his flintlocks. Another smoke bomb for escape. A bit more of his tricks to survive. His ammo would run dry eventually.

When they reached to a way out and had a clear line of sight on the ships… did both feel trepidation. There was a good stretch of land between them… and all the ground-ships. A Destroyer parked on the ground with slavers swarming it, scavengers walking all over… and two destroyers zealously guarding the skies.

One would say it was a straight shot to the Ketchs and Dinghies… but there was just so many between them and the ships. And they seem on high alert since the initial explosions. (End)

“Talking in area. Counting numbers. Estimating the time...running scenarios.” Spoke Scrappy as he was working over them as the ‘best scenario’. As there too many variables to consider as it was difficult to make a ‘100%’ chance. Best were low probabilities with what they got…

Until he heard his creator suggest. “Why not a big finale?” Looking up to his creator as Phobia grin out. “I did want to try this ‘song of harmony’ the ponies do. Like that one in the village.”

Scrappy however told. “Won’t work, not even with lack of harmony. Will not be on variable.”seeing him shrug as Scrappy went overdrive for the best...as he though over the smoke grenades, making a false cover for them to fire at, assume they were running for it...but denied that.

It had a 3% chance. He needed something more before they were found. (Done)

But… it was what it was. 3% chance to get 12 feet if using distraction smoke bomb. 12% chance of gaining 30 feet if using all available grenades with launcher to help scatter numbers. 9% if using flintlocks to first pickoff targets and make it 14 feet…

Placing those all together, they had a 24% chance of making it, and also possibly make 56 feet before being killed. Only shy of some 30 feet before reaching the first grounded ship. And yet that didn’t end, they also had to start the ship up, move it and escape-- with possibly more ships tailing them and a destroyer firing cannon shots.

But… that 24% was the best result he could make at this moment. Maybe add in another 5% if he accounted for random actions by his creator-- same actions that could decrease things by the same 5%. So, in short… 24% was their best result. A near 1 out of 4 chances they’ll make it. (End)

Finalizing this, Scrappy Told. “Conclusion: 24% are we able to live within 56 feet before death. Use everything we have to fight our way through. Attempt to get to nearest ketch and escape. Chances of survival….”

“7%.”

Looking over, the odds...Phobia lowly chuckle as he cracked his neck. Loading up his grenade launcher with the smoke grenade as he told. “I like those odds a lot more than 1%, Scrappy.” then spoke a old quote in his native tongue as he raised his weapon up. “” firing the first burst, quickly reloading as he kept firing in random, or seemingly random areas.

As the smokes began to fill the area, gathering attention as the two began to rush, Phobia using his pellet grenades with each shot shooting at either side of the smoke cover, doing his best to avoid arrows in the smoke as sights of bola’s being tossed, people charging, spells sent or used in their area as the Stripe kept firing the pellets until he ran out. Tossing more smoke to keep cover, Scrappy ears move as with a glance to see the Stripe ran out the remaining of his smokes, as all he had left were the original five explosive grenades, and the three remaining pellets.

Quickly seeing the smoke being blown away as the two had to move faster, as Phobia spoke. “How long!?”

“60 feet remaining!” inform Scrappy as when they reached the 50 feet people were coming closer, when it came to 40 feet, the Stripe had to use his flintlocks. When it came to 30, his weapons were becoming low as when it came to 20...something happened.

Scrappy knew it was a variable, but one that was a little unlikely with them being ‘alive’ as a optimal outcome. But apparently they chose to make sure escape wasn’t viable. There was a thunderous boom as a cannon from overhead fired. Sand kicked up and slightly blinded them before a bright flash of magic crashed where they could of been.

The blast sent both backwards, but with little to no harm. They had to recover and backup as another spell, less powerful, hit where they were. Hearing another discharge of magic, Phobia turned to see where it was coming from and felt a odd moment of slowness.

For once, he could see the blast of magic coming at him at a slowed rate, adrenalin pumping in his body as he tried to move as quickly as possible. Some part of his mind registered, there was no way he was going to move out of the way. Not at the speed the spell was moving and not with how slow his body was reacting. Some corner of his mind, he realized he was not going to survive even as it got closer, seeming to get brighter as it did.

Through the shouts, the magic, the running, there was another sound… one that he could barely make out, a crackling of something… then, that’s when it came into view. Something black and reflective as it grew almost jaggedly in some places. Like a tilted wall, crystals dark as can be seemed to rush between him and the spell, the magic not even seeming to cause damage.

Phobia blinked and fell on his backside in shock for a moment, trying to register the sight before himself… then heard a shout. “Up, up, up!” and blinked to look, and next to flinch when a mix of white and black rushed over his head-- only to make screams sound out.

Sand shifted and a hand grabbed his arm, tugging him up as his mind registered another voice. “Raise yourself, Baka!” Eyes opening and looking to find Ash and Najat-- the former raising a hand to make a wall of black crystals to their other side to black more arrows and magic, while Najat was more -or-less hefting him up. “We must move to survive this!” (End)

“W-What?” said the Stripe as he realize it was them. The Hernos...but how? Why!? He didn’t knew how they were here, with Scrappy getting up as he could only asked. “What the hell are you two still doing here!?” (done)

With a grin, Ash asked, “what? You thought we’d leave you behind?” then refocused on raising another wall to defend them, the other hand rotating and thrusting to send a scattering of sharp black crystals. (End)

“Yes!” nearly shouted Phobia, quickly looking into his weapons as he had limited power, as he holster them as he took out his knives as he ordered. “Scrappy, reroute to the ketch ship, if we get on one, we can escape.” As Scrappy quickly ran his process power, he gave a screeching howl to some griffons, while Najat thrust her palms out with quick pace, even with a few kicks as each one sending a icicle or ball of ice.

Ash however, spins and swipe her staff, sometimes blocking magic or arrows, other times sending spikes of black crystals. Sometimes stomping the ground and lift a hand as a small pillar of black crystal coming up to jolt out from the ground to stop attacks or send attacks flying back as Phobia said as he threw another knife into the chest of a slaver. “With how you two move fast, I figure it would be easy to ditch me to die!” (done)

Spinning away from a bolt of magic and raising a arm, a small wall of ice formed and protected their backs while Najat told, “there is no honor in abandoning your allies.” Taking a breath and cupping her hands before spinning out of cover to send a howling twister of cold air at some attackers that began to ice over a bit.

Moving to swipe at one side and then the other, two walls of crystals jutted out and made a sort of clear path. Ash gave a huff and then joked with slightly less breath to Phobia. “Friend’s don’t leave friends behind.” Then raised her staff to black a magic blast saying, “can we talk after we get outta here?” (end)

Snarling as he threw two more knives as Scrappy informed. “New varabiles added. Chances raised. Need to head to ketch ship to enroute escape of ships.”

“Move, move, move!” told Phobia as he took the lead first, switching to his flintlocks as he heard Scrappy coming up behind him as he moved to the walls of crystals, while Ash pause to continuously take out the former cover and use it as extra-large projectiles on either surrounding enemies, or ward off the two airborn ships from trying to fire again. The latter would crash hard and splinter or shatter into larger pieces that fell.

“Scrappy, give a big boom!” told Phobia as the mechanical charged up ahead, quickly running as he look like he was breathing in, before let out a short wave of sound as while it didn’t cause much damage, it did knockback those that tried to get in to attack, but those that were within the reach of it were seriously damage with their ears bleeding out. Phobia follow up as he fired his flintlocks as he told.

“If we get onto the thing, I’ll jury rig it for a ride out!” having to holster his right flintlock as it was out of power, using his left as he kept on his feet. (done)

While he made the final stretch and got up to start his work with Scrappy by his side, both Najat and Ash stayed on the ground, each sending out either ice or crystals to keep warding off the many scavengers and slavers. Najat had to duck under a bola before thrusting both palms out, sending a gust of icy cold, freezing one unfortunate soul-- while the others got just a bit of frost and knockback.

“Up-up.” Ash spoke, Najat readying herself before a pillar of crystal sent her upwards and onto the ship where she landed and proceeded her job of defense. Ash herself raised a hand to make her own piller, though only to block attacks. With some cover, she breathed in and focused before raising both hands, one with staff and the other clawed. She gave a grunt, and with a final heave, the ground burst with black crystals having a purplish sheen-- making what looked like a hazardous mess of crystal walls between them and the Ketch.

Letting out a huff and taking a deep breath, Ash turned and leapt, making the jump up and onto the Ketch before asking with a little puff, “tell me you’re almost done.” Turning to keep her staff up and ready… then eyed upwards saying, “Phobia…. Ship-- ship with cannons!” Swiping her staff and sending shards of crystals upwards-- though it did little in piercing the thick hull of the thing that turned to get a good aim. (end)

The ketch suddenly moved as Phobia told with a smirked as he was piloting the jury rigged ketch. “Ash. I’m a genius. Of course I was finish-,” Quickly moving as there were cannon fire as he glare upwards as he shouted. “Do you mind?! I’m trying to give a speech!” quickly moving as he order. “Scrappy, take the remaining grenades and fire at anyone coming at us.”

Scrappy quickly move to grab the rest on the Stripe waist, swallowing each as he moved on the back, crouching and examining any ship or dingy that was coming after them. Seeing a few were giving chase, Scrappy open his jaw wide as he found a target as he fired a speeding grenade, when it came to contact to a dingy, it exploded as it crash down.

Reloading the fourth grenade, he notice the white bitch coming by as she focused with dense ice-balls that when came on contact, became glaciers that freeze over what they touch.

Ash further focus es and use only her hands to send out some sort of dark inky purple magic that jaggedly fly out in the shape of lighting. Although not all hit their target, but it allowed the ships to dodge, as Phobia grit his teeth, steering the ship as he tried to follow the direction the battleship went, but he had to move in a different direction, mostly to find cover and a place to hide than anything else.

Although with how it was getting dark, he could use the darkness for his advantage to chase after his ship and make sure Nowa doesn’t change it’s name-- it’s trademark after all! Not to mention he wasn’t dead, so it was still his! (Done)

With a few more blasts of condensed magical ice, Najat eventually stopped and spoke, “they give up the chase.” Letting out a calming breath and soon going into a sitting position. While she seemed to relax and close her eyes-- Ash let out a long graon and sunk to the ground before ploping on her back and panting.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhh……” Breathed out the dark feline with a exhausted tone. “Too much at once….” then groaned, “should of used more crystals….” while she breathed and panted in place for a moment, the herno breathed in…. Then half-jumped back up. Legs crossed, hands on her lap and a more refreshed tone while commenting, “So that was fun.” (end)

Coming by to sit on his haunches as Phobia moved the ketch to where he saw the battleship heading to, Scrappy look up to Ash and comment. “Your definition of ‘fun’, is filled with killing enemies, near to death circumstances, and low survival chances?” staring at her for a brief moment. (done)

Pulling down her cowl and showing her grinning face, both were very aware of her markings glowing a near sharp purple along with her eyes as she told, “you don’t feel any more alive than when you’re about to die!”

Peeking an eye open, Najat told, “at times you make me wonder, Ash-chan.” (End)

The mechanical wolf saw the marking slowly die down in a glow, going from bright, to dim, to finally black and inactive as Ash was waving off Najat with ‘whatever’. Scrappy however tilt his head and questioned. “You had ample time to escape for safety. Ample time to retreat onto the ship, and leave my creator to his fate.” looking to Najat as he continue. “You would of easily regain this honor you felt lost, and wouldn’t need to raise a hand to do it. With his death, you would of had a way back home in due time once thing settle down in the Holds.”

Looking at the two again, Scrappy spoke. “I was prepare to die for my creator, as my creator was prepare to die for me. Yet you two deny yourself a chance for safety and for my creator to be dead...instead you stay and aided us to live...Why?” (done)

Straightening up and tail flicking, Ash said with a upturned nose, “like I said. Friend’s don’t leave friends behind. When Najat needed my help, I went to help her. When we didn’t see you heading for the ship? We stayed to find you and get you to the ship.” Then chuckled, “buuut…. Instead we staged a rescue after having to sneak around a abandoned ship to find you. Wasn’t easy, there’s a lot of rooms.”

Nodding, Najat also placed in, “you still do not understand how honor works. There is no honor to receive in just allowing the one that wronged you to simply be killed by others. For him to atone, he must do so before me.” Then seemed to slightly glare at Scrappy. “In turn, I can not simply allow other to carry out my revenge. It is a cowardly act. And if I do find need to kill him for something server, it will be on my terms and by my hands, for I will be the one to carry the guilt of his death and subsequent murder.”

“Translation?” Ash pitched in, “unless you do something really bad to call me to stop you, I’ll do it. But I won't because there’s other’s waiting for you back at the ship.” Smiling at the end and going on, “which, we need to find.” (end)

Phobia snort to this, as Scrappy turn his head slight as that gnawing worry came back in full force as he thought. it is still the same. 85%. I need to find...find a way to save him. then tried to go back to his thoughts of saving his creator from himself...but once more he found no solution...perhaps even more with both females here in the same ketch. In a way...it might grow even more. (done)

Narrowing her eyes some, Najat breathed in and told, “you still detest my views?” Not having the need to look to know she was being eyed at. “Just as much as you eye me in lust. Perhaps instead of constantly hiding it like a coward, you should simply speak it to me and face it. Not constantly run away from the truth.” (End)

Giving a deep breath, Phobia felt annoyed as he bite out. “Truth? Truth?” giving a low bitter laugh as he said. “You want truth? Fine. I’ll give you the damn truth. Yes, I look at you in lust. Yes I hate your hotty totty attitude to me and other's. Yes I did you wrong, and yes I even took advantage of you. But you want to know what else is fucking true? Is the Markings fact that no one is waiting for me. Not Nowa with her greed for gold and will use my damn ship as hers. Not Copper who will see this as another job and switch contracts to Nowa. Not Sieg and Book since they got a back up plan to live in the sweet little village.”

Then bite out. “Not even Kan, who will take my soul once I’m dead. The only one who would even care of my own existence is the mechanical wolf by my side! So if you want to kill me, right here, right now-- go the fuck ahead!” looking at her with glaring eyes. “You want me dead? You want to kill me for taking advantage of you!? FINE! DO IT! I’m already fucking dead inside, it won’t make any difference to me!”

Scrappy became more alarm as he got up and spoke. “Negative! Negative! There is still much you need to do, there is still much you have to live for, Phobia!” (done)

“Silence.” Something in Najat’s tone was sharp, and even commanding. While Scrappy had no initiative to follow her orders, the manner she had pinned her eyes to glare at him was as if she was projecting her very will to make him stop speaking. It was a odd sensation in his processors that made him oddly quiet.

Seeing as the golem was quite, Najat eyed Phobia and observed him for a long moment. After a while, she said, “as you are now… killing you would simply be a mercy. A simple out of your own foolish thoughts.” She didn’t close her eyes, no take her eyes off him. “You think none would help you? Then you know very little. I may stay for honor reasons, but I do not simply wish to kill you for petty reasons. What you did could have resulted in my own exile.”

“And do not scoff at the notion.” Najat told sharply. “You have those that care. Book-san cares in her own manner, and Sieg-san dedicated himself to your cause. Copper-san is a honest worker. Her contract is with you, the captain of the ship. Not Nowa-san.”

“Nowa-san is in question. She has no reason to remain attached.” Najat seemed to agree. “But do not simply toss her into the same place. If she truly wished to take the ship, she had more than one instance to do so without a second thought.”

She held the gaze longer and told in a slight hiss, “and never doubt Ash-chan. If it weren't for her, I would not give you a chance. If it were not for her, I would have left for the ship more sooner in belief you have the sense to leave quickly. If it were not for her, perhaps you would have done something far more foolish.” Slightly flaring her nose as she breathed in…. And exhaled cooly. “You have no home to return to, none to turn to? For a time, neither did Ash-chan. For a near year, all she had was herself, her wit and the mercy of others. It was during that year, she survived, not simply on her own, but with those she met. She survived, by making friends that helped her. She was always an outsider to the very village she grew up with, with very few trusting her at all.”

Ash was silent and tapping her fingers on the deck, slightly looking skywards and seeming to not pay any attention. Yet Najat went on. “You two are similar, I see now. You both are abandoned. You both do things yourself. And you both never bother to speak when you are in pain. These… are simple truths you run from. But truths Ash-chan has learned to accept. Truths she used, to reach out to you when she had no reason to.” (end)

Staring at her, he felt Scrappy still on his hindlegs as his forelegs on his right arm. Scrappy analyze his creator, staring at him as he saw there was something in his creator mind. A thoughtful look in his eyes, as it seem a eternity as Phobia took in his thoughts and feelings. He felt confuse. Unsure...lost. Sure he learn a bit from Najat that Ash was...like him. That there other's that slightly care for him. Book. Sieg….Copper. Maybe Nowa…

And there was the fact Ash cared for him in her own way. That Ash...is him in some cases. Something began to swell in him as Phobia, in the rare moment of clarity spoke. “I’m...sorry.” looking at Najat as for once, regret came on his face as he said in sincerity. “I’m...sorry I hurt you...that I humiliate you...that I done so much wrong to you, even to sexual harassment. I know its not much or...may means much. But from the deepest of what remains of my heart...I am truly sorry for what i done..” then soon asked as he took his flintlock out, looking it over a bit.

“What was that thing with you hernos? Sepeko or whatever you use to restore honor?” seeing it had one last charge as he said. “Yeah...I’m thinking of that.”

Scrappy suddenly jump on Phobia as he held onto the arm as he said. “What, Scrappy what the pits?!”

In the grip, Scrappy told. “Refuse. Refuse. REFUSE!” Phobia tried to pull away as while Scrappy trying to stop the stripe, as Najat getting up, walking peacefully up, even snatching the flintlock out of his grasp as Scrappy let go as she looked at Phobia deep, long and hard with those eyes to his own.

While he had seen her glare with them so many times, or admire their icy beauty-- this was the first time he could see something else. A very steady mind with a equity steady gaze that seemed to search out his own eyes for anything and everything. He was minutely aware of the clicking sound, or how Scrappy made a distressed noise.

But after a flash and a bang, Phobia blinked at how there was now a new smoking hole in the deck. Najat then closed her eyes and returned his weapon to his hand and peacefully walked back to her former seating place. Getting down and getting comfortable before saying, “there will be no need for that. I will accept your apology and forgive you this once for such horrendous tresspasses on my person.” Leaving both to sort of just stare at the white feline in…. Confusion? Shock? (End)

He just stare at her, trying to figure out what just fully happen, as Scrappy himself was silent as he tried to comprehend this...and had no logical solution. (done)

Glancing, Ash grinned and told to Scrappy, “told you girls were complex.” (End)

Staring at her...Scrappy soon finally spoke. “You two are the only complex and paradoxical females, I have ever encounter.” then added. “An I absolutely dislike you two for that reason.” Phobia blink a bit as he look to his flintlock, then to Najat...then to his flintlock as his brows furrow and said to Najat.

“Seriously!? Do you know you just used up my last shot? Who knows how long it’ll be until we find the ship again!”

Scrappy look back to his creator, noticing a...decrease of the dilemma as his creator ranted on in annoyance as Scrappy was analyzing the situation. Adding variable of...Najat actions. Adding factor of words given a bit of Ash friendship being true, of potential clan waiting for us on the ship...As well as creator being somewhat to his normal self...86% has been decrease to 79%. However despite this...sudden improvement, Phobia is still within the danger meter. Must find potential means to lower it even further. I must succeed.

Mentally nodding to this line of thought, he sat by his creator side, mindlessly hearing the chatter as he was trying to find a new means of helping his creator even further. (done)

“If you did not rely on such equipment, than it would not be an issue.” Najat cooley retired. “I see no problem in its waste. You suggested the taking of your life with the means of Herno traditions-- traditions you do not fully comprehend.” Then at up a bit straighter, nose up. “I merly stopped you from doing an act you would have regretted if still alive.” (End)

Pointing a accusing finger at her, he said. “Oh bullshit! I still got my knives you know! I Still might do it!” (done)

“Does that mean I get an excuse to bonk you on the head?” Asked Ash with a teasing smile. “Can’t kill yourself while knocked out.” Then tutted with a shaking head, “and really? It would break Book’s heart to know you died. I’d hate to give her the news.” (End)

Rolling his eyes, he questioned. “Oh please, she’ll be sad, but not that down. She got Sieg after all!” (done)

“You mean the changeling that will be self-accusing himself that he failed in his job?” Half questioned Ash to herself. “I don’t know….”

Nodding, Najat spoke, “he is very dedicated to his work. As a subordinate, your survival is a great deal to him. Knowing that he failed in his task of your survival will be a constant reminder of a great failure on his behalf.” (End)

Jabbing a accusing finger, he shouted in anger. “Stop guilt-tripping me! I know you two are fucking doing it! So don’t you dare try to do it,” then pause as he snarl in annoyance with a facepalm over his eyes as he was reminded. “Those bastards destroy my golems! Do they know how hard it was to craft them and start from scratch!” then proclaim with a now shaking fist.

“I am going to make them pay with their lives and money for damaging my creations! I’ll create a new explosion of using a acidine like fruit and burn them somehow! Or explode them-- either works in me killing them like the vermin they are!” then shouted. “And I eat vermin for breakfast!” (done)

Flatly, Najat said, “a rather disgusting practice to be sure.”

Shaking her head, Ash said, “ah don’t be so hard. I’m sure it’s just a thing his race does. It’s nature, nothing disgusting at all.” Then looked to Phobia to say, “you know… the only reason guilt-tripping you works is because maybe, you care about them like they do you.”

Lifting a hand and seeming to focus, Scrappy watched as the staff that was left on the deck clattered and flew into the herno’s hand. Now back in it’s rightful place, Ash placed it in her lap and went on. “Look, you doubt they care. But take this from a cat that had a whole village practically want an excuse to kick me out-- they care.”

Looking up with a more hardened gaze that was more like Najat’s own, but more fiery, Ash went on. “They honestly care. They would try to do what I did for Najat, because they care. You think I’d spend three weeks trailing after half-baked hints and barely visible clues to track down my friend who I wasn’t sure even still cared for me?”

Rolling her eyes, Ash told, “let me tell you something, Phobia. A story of what happened to me when I got exiled.” (end)

Oh great...exile stories. bitterly thought Phobia as he said. “Yes, yes, everyone kick you out, bare a few that actually give a shit about you. Been there done that.” (done)

Smiling, Ash asked, “how many can claim that the number of people that ‘care’ can be counted on the ends of a staff?” Then went on, “because that’s what it was like for me. Only my Mom and Najat cared. You know why? Because they bothered to. Herno villages are strict. And honor means a lot, when you’re a former exile and outsider? You start at rock bottom with nothing to your name but a possible deal. And my mom’s was to have me some guy’s bride.”

Chuckling, Ash shook her head. “When I was of age? The guy I’d be marrying would get fed up with me and choose some other maiden. It got to the point that when I had a shot to take my Honor journey? The village was ecstatic I was leaving-- wild little Ashina was finally going to be gone!” Looking to him, Ash told, “They were supposed to be my clan. But they were happy I was going to be gone. And that’s how it was until I came back, with what little honor I could give to my family-- counting me and mom. Still not enough for a huge impact.”

“Anyways.” waved off Ash. “I come back, but got a wonderlust. So, I go out of the village every now and then. Stay for a week, leave for a week. That sort of thing. Visit Najat when I can because, well, we’re BFF’s, and her dad hated that fact.” Rolling her eyes as she did. “So, one day, I spot this caravan of ponies. From Equestria, see? Got lost and getting cold… I decide to push my week trip to a near month to help them to a city and make my way home.” (End)

“Wait, wait…” said Phobia as he said. “Your clan were bastards because you were a former exile as a kid?” then shook his head. “While part of me want to argue with that-- another part can sorta see why, in a twisted sense…” then told on. “But the whole you helping the ponies things...this is the part where you just started to move around so much and helping other's that it cause you to get caught by Tyra, right?” (done)

Shaking her head, Ash told, “oh no. I helped a lot of people during my Honor Journey. Still did during my little weekly trips. Brought honor to my Family name, and got me bit’s of respect from the village pint-by-pint.” Then rolled her eyes. “But the ponies? Well, I made friends with them quick. Pretty weird at times, but I kinda liked that about them. It was during the halfway point that Tyra’s abominations showed up, Imp’s swarming the place… so, I did my duty. I protected them with everything I had.”

She went quite and shook her head. “A few got killed. But overall, next to all escaped. I had to keep back just to keep those things from giving chase. It was about that time I was beat to the ground until I was unconscious. Then, during the next few weeks, I was trapped in a cage, experimented on-- and soon given these markings.” A finger tracing one of the black lines. “Most painful thing I felt… she tried to do something, get in my head.”

Shrugging, Ash told, “not sure what happened. I think I just was able to pull enough strength to kick her out and make a break for it with my magic going wild. Had to find my staff to even control it at the time. Once I escaped though? I had to half-drag myself back home. And the clan?”

Ash gave a gawf, “well… any respect I got was dead. I was Demon Touched. Tainted. A possibly controlled puppet of demonic magic. Once they noticed it when I reached the gates? I had to run for my life and become exile-- or stay and be executed for being demon touched.” (end)

Humming a bit, mostly wrapping this up in his head as he said. “Yeah...yeah I can see that. It was bad in a way, nothing like a Stripe way...but bad enough…” then look to Najat as he remarked. “I recall you mention chasing after Ash after a while to help her out.” (done)

“I was out training at the time.” Told Najat simply. “When I returned home with my guard, I found that Ash-chan had returned and was demon touched. I refused it, wishing to see for myself. But by then, Father had already chased her off before I could aid.” Then breathed in to tell. “Demon touched are rarely saved. Only strong magical sages can do the task, sages our village doesn't have. I was to be the next to poses such skill, once I had learned the arts of a priestess. I had the magical potential. But I could only do so once I had mastered my own skills in my family’s teachings.”

Nodding along, Ash said, “and as you could guess, I was turned away fast because my Family honor was low and her father really didn’t like me. At all.” Sighing out, she went on. “But… after that, I had nothing but my staff, the rags from my imprisonment and my skills… not counting the pain and wounds I had. I was tired, I was exhausted and starving. I didn’t really make it too far, only a few days out before passing out on some road.”

Looking up, ash told, “I was betrayed in a way. The village that was supposed to help, protect and safeguard me turned me away when I needed them. I was on my own, with nothing but what I had. Not even any more of what little family scrolls and teachings my mom had. I was bleeding. I was starving. I was dying and only had myself to rely on when I came to and dragged myself along. And you know what happened after that?” Brows furrowed and face focused at him. (End)

Being quiet as he said. “You thought about ending it all and save yourself the pain and misery?” (done)

Ash snorted and had to hold back a laugh and told, “No, nothing like that. I’m way too stubborn to just end it. I hate just giving in like that.” then shook her head. “Naw… I was reminded.” Breathing in and letting out a breath, she smiled. “A stranger found me one day, and helped me. He knew a few things on healing, and patched me up while I rested. Helped me get food and then offered me a place to rest more.”

Shrugging, she told, “I did it. I had little, so I figured, best way to survive, right?” Shaking her head ruefully, Ash told, “turned out? He was part of the pony caravan I saved weeks back. He was new to the group, but those in it recognized me. And they helped me, just out of the sheer fact that I was willing to give my life to save them. I didn’t have to, but I did. And they saved my life back.”

Looking up to the sky starting to now glisten with stars, Ash dragged on. “When I was well enough… I left. I helped them to the next city, got on the new cloths they made me, and headed out. I’d dodge demon hunters. Evade assassins. Keep mercenarios guessing… and along the way, people I helped. People that I gave a little trust to. People I saved… they saved me in return. All because I was kind, selfless and honest.”

Looking to him, Ash said, “I never really belonged in the Clan, or the village. I was the odd one out that they didn’t want. I only had one true family and one true friend there. But I made so many more during my travels. Friends that cared enough to keep me alive-- even know it would of been more easy, more cheaper and maybe less trouble than to help me out. A outcast. A exile. A demon touched. A mistake. A outsider.”

“Point is?” breathed out Ash. “Friends aren't friends until you fall down the mountain and hit rock bottom.” Looking to Najat, she smiled. “If they care, they’ll jump off to help you back up. Even if they have to climb back up that mountain all over again.” Making Najat slightly smile back to Ash in return. (End)

While Phobia listen in.. part of his mind thought back to his past. To his former friends, to his former Clan...to those in the Isles...if he wasn't’ so bitter, so angry, so afraid and alone...could he helped others for selfless reasons? Probably not fully...but maybe twisted it into a ‘propaganda’ that will get others to support me in the future… thought the Stripe as he soon said. “I partially understand, Ash...friends are special, and some are willing to do a lot…” then sighed out as he look on ahead. “Guess I didn’t really had actual friends beside Scrappy back then.” (Done)

Observing him, Ash asked, “say… what makes you think that a striped exile is worse than a herno’s?” A curiosity in place. (End)

Thinking over...Phobia, in his rare moments, decided to tell a bit of his past as he held a recalling look. “Stripes...aren’t really like you Hernos. Sure we got Clans, we got a hierarchy, we even got a Clan head and a unity...but Stripes are less strict, less restrictive as we’re very...loose. Always do thing with utter dedication. Either do it to its limit, or not at all. We never do anything halfway, its literally a inconceivable notion to us really….”

taking a moment to recall more, he continue on. “Stripes rarely have exiles. In fact Exiled are near non existence. The reason for that is because we’re so tightly knit, so bound together in a community like Clan we...we never consider on what it would be like to be alone in a sense. Even while we’re always Racky one way or another...We’re always together in a Clan, gathering, scavenging, helping each other, producing ingenious inventions! We’re a social species of sorts…”

Looking down to his hands, did he continue on. “I...I did what most Stripes consider a sin in a sense, a thing we are called upon in insults in war times back then. I generally thought I was doing the right thing in…” breathing in and let out a low sigh and a shake of his head.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?” then shook his head as he told on. “What makes a Stripe exile...worse than a herno? Is that unlike you hernos, we can’t...handle being alone fully. Without a clan, without friends...families. We literally can’t handle the fact we don’t have anyone to be by our side. The rare few try to have a substitute Clan of sort, to fill that...that void in us. In our very being you can say.”

“Sure it won’t stop the pain...but it’ll dull it some until it’s not there anymore...but for those who still can’t find a substitute clan or make a clan of their own? We just...just slowly die. Day by day we just...become hollow, to the point that the pain of not having anyone to rely on, to be with-- even to hold or be hold just...just overwhelms us. The reason there are near to none exiled Stripes is just...that it becomes so unbearable to live without a Clan, or to be with other's we actually trust enough to consider Clan...we just stop to the point we just... decide to end the pain and just kill ourselves.”

Glancing down as he said. “Sure it may not be something as bad to you...but you hernos can be independent and make new friends and have a stable means with your sanity. But us Stripes?” giving a low laugh as he told on. “We’re Racky. We’re both genius and insane, there's no line in our eyes of either, they’re one and in the same...and it becomes our greatest gifts and heavy curse...because when you have a Stripe that's’ so Racky, so ingenious that he’s willing to do the forbidden to progress his entire species and becomes a exile for it?”

Looking to them as he said softly. “It only becomes a matter of time until he decide to either complete his goal just to fill that void in his every being...or fails and just decide to give one last bang to end that same void into nothingness.” then told.

“That's why I think Stripe exiles are worse. You hernos are able to go on with your lives even if your Clan rejects you...we stripes can’t do that so easily.”

The two sat in thought, though Najat slightly smiled and said, “yours sounds more merciful.” Causing him to zero in on her. “To simply chose to give up. We are taught to be independent from the Clan, to prepare us for our trials during the Honor Journey.” Then looked up to him and told. “The only Exiles hernos gain, are those that escape their punishment by death to make up for sullied honor such as Ash… or like Ash’s mother, to be partially guiltless of a crime a Family member made, but still must be made example of.”

“Our family honor, means everything to us, Phobia-san.” The heiress seeming to skip insulting him at all. “Do you know what they did to Ash’s mother, upon her exile?” (end)

“Either killed her or give her the chance to redeem what honor she had by seppuku thing?” (done)

Shaking her head, Najat said, “Ash was just a cub. A babe. Guiltless of her father’s crimes. But, due to this, could not defend herself, yet had the blood of the one that betrayed the Clan. So, instead of putting the mother to the sword, they sent her away. Only family honor blade, some provisions for the cub and cloths on their backs. Everything else, house, scrolls, weapons, techniques, history, traditions-- everything that made the family great, turned to ash and to forever be forgotten.”

Looking at Phobia, she said, “to the Clan, Ash’s mother and she, were dead. Their honor, dead. They no longer existed. They were nothing. If they wished to regain their family’s honor, they had to start from the very rocky bottom of their foundations. Hundreds of years of family honor and history-- lost in a blink of an eye.” (end)

“...that...that reminds me of a time with the stripes--,” stopping for a bit as he shook his head and try to wrap his head around that...thinking as he alter the details some as he slowly nod his head. “I...I can see that. Quite clearly.” (done)

Nodding a bit, Najat said, “this is a large blow to us, because we lose all Honor our family has ever worked towards. And to leave your old clan, in knowledge you are responsible for all that progress to be burnt to nothing? It’s a shame you carry for the rest of your very days.” Then looked down to go on, “we may be able to live on after exile. But the shame and the symbol is to serve reminder… this is the coast of your misdeeds. As your future children will suffer for your own actions and treachery.” (End)

“Yeah...that is worser than a stripe way, the stripes would just take everything a exiled work hard for, take the homes, their inventions, their ideas...make them into nothing and drive them out. Doesn’t help that the other's on the isles won’t do much for them…” then sighed out as he told to change the subject. “As much depressing all this stuff is about exile and history-- how about we save it when we’re all drunk on our asses?” giving a low grin.

“Right now, we need to find my ship, then find those bastards who hit at us...and maybe find whoever they kidnapp from the pleasure ship or something.” (done)

Both females looking to the other, Ash asked to Najat, “should I tell him, or do you want to?” Making him a little confused. (end)

“Wait...tell me what?” said Phobia as Scrappy scan around the area...and was calculating on what they were talking about. (done)

Sighing, Najat said, “Herno’s do not partake any strong drink.” There was a beat before she told, “our bodies do not handle it well.”

“And by well.” Began Ash, “she means, watery weak ale makes us all loopy and tipsy and so much of a mess, we might as well be useless floppy blobs on the floor.” (End)

Staring at the two...Phobia grumble. “Well shit...here I was hoping to finally let someone else beside me drink that Dragon Brew stuff...guess I should drink it by myself more.”

“Make sure you don’t drink all of it. Need your intelligence to help make the New Dread Empire, Phobia.” patting the mechanical wolf head, Phobia told.

“Yeah, yeah…” then look to the two as he said. “But seriously, where the Stars are we going to find my ship? Could be landed anywhere at this point, or still moving to evade the destroyer-- or in a town or city at this point-- which also means we need to track it somehow and in something a bit better than this ketch we stole.” (done)

Thinking to that, Ash looked to the stars before smiling and standing. She turned and held her hand up, humming away while the striped tried to figure out what the feline was up to. (End)

“...the Markings are you doing, Ash?” (done)

“Chatting… navigating… finding our way.” Told the herno. “When you travel, you sometimes don’t got a map or a compass. So, you use the stars, the sun, the shadows, the sky, the birds and even maybe the odd moss-groth you find sticking to the backside of trees.”

Nodding, Najat said, “again, to our need of independence. When on honor journeys, we do not always travel together. Due to this, we must be taught in all the basic needs to survive on our own. Navigation, being one important thing.” Slightly peeking to watch Ash as she went on. “Ash-chan is clever, and often goes by what she hears. She is possibly using her skills with wayfinding to take us to a place that Nowa-san would go, or a place Sieg-san would suggest to stay.”

Piping up, Ash let her hand down and jumped, climbing up one of the poles of the mast and taking a moment to look around. “And if I know buggy-boy? His objective is going to restock and figure a counter-attack plan on the group that hit us. Nowa would maybe follow orders and head to the nearest village town-- like the one we left for just some half-day away. They’d land and fix up the big guns, then come back with a more better working ship, rain down cannon fire, do a rescue-- then we’d have one of Book’s cakes to celebrate we’re alive!” (End)

Scrappy stare at Ash...and soon told in a tone that suggested he was infuriated. “You are a utter paradoxal female I have ever encounter in my lifespan. Being both logical and illogical at the same time. It is slowly starting to make me feel something new. I believe this feeling is called, ‘disbelief’.” (done)

Slightly hanging upside down on the wooden mast, Ash told, “or annoyance. You can kinda see why Najat’s clan hated me-- I’m utterly wild and uncontrollable.” then spun and lifted her staff to point to their right. “That'a way to the village!” (end)

Shaking his head some, Phobia turned the ship as he said in annoyance. “Although one thing has been bugging me...WHERE DID THOSE DESTROYERS CAME FROM!? I mean, there's no way the could have three destroyers. One maybe, two that’s believable-- but three!? There's no way they could afford all of that so easily in fueling, food-- unless they took the food on the ship-- but that’s a lot of mouths to feed, as well as repairs, constant check up-- even with those ketchs and dingys!” (done)

Flipping around and dropping to the deck, Ash stamped her staff to the floor and told, “well here’s a lesson in world dynamics, Racky.” Leaning on the taff and telling, “you have a easier time surviving with numbers. Find more numbers that don’t conflict with yours? And you have a even more easier time.” Then pointed on where they were. “Those guys? They had scavengers and slavers. And if I get the dynamic they got going, the Slaver’s take most of the people they get and sell for bitcoin. The scavengers take the ship remains, sell some and use the rest to build or fix up the slaver’s ships.”

“Slaver’s get free repairs and good ships, the Scavengers get big guns to hover over them and keep other scavengers, slavers or pirates off of them.” Then snapped her fingers before remembering, “Symbiotic relationship, that’s what a pony smarty once called it!” (end)

“Ah I recalled something like that...something the Isles had in a way…” then thought and muse a bit. “Wonder if I should start employing something like that in some cases? Get something and give something? Might work...depends on which groups…”

“Plot later, Phobia. We still need to head to the village and find your ship. Then you may plot in the future of the New Dread Empire.”(done)

“While I still do not fully agree upon the course of your conquest.” Began Najat, “I do agree that such advance ideas must wait until we know what we are dealing with. Nowa-san would be most useful, as she knows these sands much clearly than we do ourselves.” (end)

Grumbling, Phobia told. “Fine, fine! I’ll plan it later!” then focus on the trip ahead as he said with a smirk. “Beside...we still need to get those guys to realize they just pissed off the wrong Stripe after all. If there's one thing that can be considered scary? Is a Hyena with a grudge that will last for generations.”

“There is also the fact that we will need to wait until the repairs on done to the ship, as the last we saw, it was banged up from the surprise attack.” added Scrappy.(done)

Chuckleding, Ash told, “let’s just hope they didn’t run off on a rescue before we reach them."