Crimson Skies - Part Seven

Sidonie grunts in frustrated anxiety when she hears Wynter's reply waft by. "Be safe, Wynter," she warns helplessly. She feels the engines and structure of the airship whine and creak from the strain of staying intact, and it makes her teeth rattle. "One bomb headed your way and Eschelon kamikazes also. My friends, you don't have much time," she says into the wind. And with that she closes her eyes, and there's that mental command to drop the line bomb to Wynter, feeling in her mind-machine consciousness like a snap. The bomb, an oblong, metallic thing the size of a watermelon falls wildly, then finds an aerodynamic spin that speeds it up considerably on its way down.
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Crimson Skies - Aftermath

~Polyp, you just killed a Polyp!
~Put a bomb inside its head, fighters flew in, now it's dead
~Polyp, unlife had just beguuuuun
~But now its crashed and can't fly anyyyy-more
~Kelvin, ooh, didn't ever really mean to try
~He says clear out by this time tomorrow
~Tary not, tary not so he can do more financial matters

There is celebration. Port Anchorage is in a state of post-battle shock. Teams are being sent to secure wreckage and make sure things are ~dead~. The Eschalon have asked the heroes of the battle to meet them upon the airship cliff launch where their spiffy dirigible is anchored. It also commands a spectactular view of everything that was saved. The crashed polyp is a massive eyesore. Practically another hamlet just next door, smoking and looking horribly ominous. The Five Eschalon members cluster amongst their handlers, adjudents, lackeys and press. It's being catered.
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