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Steampunk
James turned the mechanical glider towards the vessel below.
“What are you doing James?! This is a war zone not some cargo ship!” said Isaac. His mechanical eye
was spinning too fast to see. They had barely survived the explosion of their own ship, the Albatross; he
didn’t want to be on another.
“Isaac, I can’t swim so this is our only source of survival.” The strong red head replied seriously.
“All right James, I trust you. I might be crazy, but I trust you.” Isaac sighed.
They maneuvered to land on the deck. The ship was, in fact, a war ship so the crew was highly suspicious
of them.
“We wish to see your captain.” James ordered in such a commanding voice that the soldiers obeyed.
They were led up the helm where the captain pored over a map. She had such red hair that it looked like
it was on fire. It was brought up in a bun, hidden under her beret. Blazing green eyes rose up to meet
them. Her chin was raised.
“And why do you two gentlemen want to see me?” asked the captain stiffly.
“We wish to make an agreement; this ship is heading towards Irongate, I presume?” James said as he
met her gaze.
“Yes. And what does this have to do with anything?”
“Well, as you can see, Captain, our ship exploded for some malfunction. You cannot deny that you saw
us spiraling down from there.” James cocked one eyebrow, “We will fight for you in this ship if you take
us to Irongate, Captain.”
Isaac’s face was a picture of dismay. He looked up at James, searching for an explanation. Biting his lip
he thought about it and in a couple of minutes he thought it through and came to the same conclusion
James had: they needed to get to Irongate.
The Captain thought about it for a minute. “It’s Captain Breakspear to you.” She said as she extended
her hand. They shook on it.
James was outfitted with a stun gun, as the soldiers called them, that shot blinding balls of light that
temporarily paralyzed enemies. The leather handles fit James hand as if it was made for him. Isaac was
given a handgun with compressed electricity balls that expanded to engulf the enemy in a lightning cage
that shocked its prisoner. Both had armor that deflected basic ammunition and a dagger.
Hours later, the enemy ship approached.
“Guns at ready!” shouted Cpt. Breakspear.
The gun fire was deafening. James stuck to Isaac no matter where he went. The enemy ship had already
boarded and fighting like wildcats. Soldiers from both sides had many casualties. There was no way to
know where the battle was going, or who would win. Isaac got separated from James in the excitement.
When aerial support arrived, James thought things were looking up. James couldn’t recall exactly how
he knew, maybe James heard an unusual sound, maybe he had a sixth sense, but somehow he knew
that Isaac was in danger. It turned out, that Isaac was cornered in an out of the way room by two ugly
looking brutes.
James padded over to them as stealthily as he could. Isaacs’s eyes brightened at the sight of him. James
whacked the soldier closest to him in the back of his head with the hilt of his gun. The effect was
instantaneous. The soldier slumped into unconsciousness and the other soldier whirled around to face
him. Soldier Number Two was holding a sinister looking onyx sword. In a swirling motion the soldier
dismantled James’ gun with his sword and sent it flying.
The soldier took the advantage of James looking down as he pulled out his dagger to send a slash at
James. James saw it out of his peripheral vision and dodged it just in time. The unexpected thrust sent
him off balance and he crashed down. Isaac tried to hit the soldier as he had seen James do because his
gun wouldn’t be of much use at close quarters. The actions distracted the soldier long enough for James
to get up and uppercut the soldier and kick him away. The soldier tripped and lashed out and caught
James with the nick of his sword as he went pin wheeling down. The gash ran down the bicep and into
the hand rendering it useless. James had no time to think about the pain as he left the room with Isaac
trailing behind. He fought like a lion. To the spectators, it almost looked like James had an aura of power
about him, almost glowing. He made his way to the front where he was greeted by men dropping out of
the air craft to help with the battle. The battle was swiftly won after that.
Isaac pulled James aside from the clamor and whispered, “I knew I could count on you. That’s a nasty cut
you have there. You need to get to the infirmary.” And with that, he bustled him out and fussed around
him like a hen. James was asleep before he even hit the bed. There was a bright red flash of pain that
eased to a dull throbbing as he sat up. He was in a room with several other men who had been wounded
in battle. The nurses’ where everywhere at once, helping with this and that. They helped him up, fed
him, and soon he was ready to go. James still had a cast, but he fitted it up with gears and cogs so it
moved like a real arm. Captain Breakspear carried out her promise and within two weeks they were in
Irongate. And for many, many years afterward, James always remembered what that gruff Isaac had
said to him, “I knew I could trust you,” Isaac didn’t trust anyone since the incident that no one but Isaac knew about. James was deeply touched. Isaac and he remained closes friends for the rest of their lives.
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