So Easy When You're Evil.

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Who: Rakath, the crew of the Dagda
What: A simple Job... that for pretty much anyone is suicide.
When: A week or so before the Party.
Where: The Dagda, and a desert in Invalice.
Warnings: Well, its Rak and Aya, so honestly if you are shocked by the fact that there is both violence and swearing you really don't know us as well as you think.
Status: Statusy.

Rakath put his goggles on. Covered head to toe in purple or black silks. Not a bit of skin showing. A mask over his lower face, a bandanna covering his hair. "...I am completely insane. Totally and without a doubt insane. OH WELL!" Rakath ran across the desert moving, dragging the wind into his spirit, controlling the winds around himself to make a sandstorm. A cushion of air under his feet, skating over the desert toward a ship. A ship he knew pretty well, he was there to help it get an overhaul a year ago.

Which now should come in handy. As his makeshift sandstorm came closer and closer to the ship he readied for what was going to be really really unfun. Even less fun than skating a desert inside a goddamn sandstorm. The air itself carrying his storm to the side of the ship. As the storm past over the side of the Dagda the purple haired mercenary did a dramatic Aura Cannon powered leap onto the side into one of the hatches.

Didn't take a lot of work breaking through the hatches, "Well, that's the fun part done, sandstorm, in the ship, now for the demolitions..." Rakath looked around, "that way!" He launched down the hall. Wouldn't take long for someone to realize he was here. Hopefully he could trash the engines, weapons, communications, and be out of there before-

"HEY YOU! How'd you get i-" The pirate's words were halted by an aura powered punch to the gut, then an elbow to the throat.

"So much for that idea." Rakath created a burst of aura under each of his feet and skated toward the engine room. He pulled off his mask and bandanna. Way too hot for that stuff in here. "Right, so now is when I really hope Aya isn't anywhere NEAR the engine room!"

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"I DON'T KNOW, YOU ASSBAG! Just when I think I know someone out here, they go and pull some crazy shit like this!" She called out hoarsely, the constant running making it kind of hard to carry a conversation right now. Stupid Rak and his stupid cheater jet things.

Rak got a few minutes before the very irate captain joined him, breathing heavily as she pulled herself up on top of the hatch. She'd ignored the squalling from the bridge, knowing very well that the situation was currently "crap." She drew herself up, stretching lean muscles honed over the past two years from fighting for her life.

"Rak! You-" she started, only to freeze suddenly, staring up at something beyond the Refugee. A massive airship was hovering overhead, one Aya vaguely recognized because she had played part of the game and seen a few cutscenes. She'd never had the displeasure of seeing it in person like she was now. Her throat went dry as her mind raced, trying to figure out what to do about this.

"SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!" she yelped and promptly dove back down into the Dagda.

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"Sorry Aya," Rakath sighed, blasting the communications array with an Aura Cannon. Then doing similar to the external engine parts. "You got your hands full here. I think I should get outta your hair."

Yeah, Aya already was back in the ship by this point, but he had to at least say it. Even if she didn't hear him. It wasn't like this job was fun to him. Okay, the thrill of running right into what should be purely suicide, that was fun. But the fact that it was a former comrade.

The price of business.

Rakath launched off the Dagda with jets of Aura from both hands, catapulting himself into the sky. Using Razor Gale and Glide to fly off to where his ship was, "I gotta go get my pay soon enough. So this is a dance for just you guys."

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The ship was still, smoking in some places where the Gravity Cannon had exploded. Some side hatches opened and a few of the standing crew members elected to try fleeing. Being out in the middle of the desert, however, limited the effectiveness of this manuver. The Leviathan began to descend upon the Dagda, soldiers already brimming and ready to board.

One side of the massive beached gummi ship suddenly bulged unexpectedly. A loud slam and the bulge widened. Then again,and again until it split open, spilling gummi blocks across the desert sands. From the hole, an orange and white gumdam crawled forth, thrusters on the back flaring to life.

Aya knew it was suicide to engage the Leviathan with the comparatively tiny craft/giant robot. For the sake of her crew and ship, however, and perhaps her own survival it was something she had to do. With a heavy sigh, she lifted the arms of the gumdam, aiming the forearm-mounted fira-gs at the airship and firing, distracting it with strafing maneuvers as she flew for where those on the bridge of the Archadian craft could see her.