"All hands on deck! Prepare to board!"
The crackle of thunder rumbled beneath an airship so old it could have been considered an antique in an age where the technology had just achieved its first stage of success. Despite this truth, the Tuskiganee Pirates held back no punches when it came to their job description. If anything their raids had only increased since their rusty ship had begun falling apart. So, it was, that the ruffian crew found themselves descending upon what seemed to be a military ship from Snow Country. The operation was to be a surprise attack on the unsuspecting crew, however a mysterious explosion had given away their position to initiate a battle that would span across the skies.
"You. Go find that good for nothing merc. I'll be damned if I'll be paying to have that fool drink up all our liquor and not participate in the very job we 'ired 'im for in the first place."
A deck hand drew up short to salute his captain before plunging into the depths of the ship. Men and women of all sorts rushed past the blonde haired teen with grim expressions on their face. There was little room to believe that there would be hard fight ahead of them to not only win the skirmish, but stay aloft in the sky. A particular explosion rocked the airship as hard metal broke through rotting wood. Thankfully, the damage had taken its toll on another portion of the vessel. However, it couldn't be ignored that the ship had suddenly started losing altitude from the latest impact.
Fear spurned the sailor into a wild run towards the lowest level of the ship. Shrapnel slit its way through his clothes on nearly every descent, but he had a mission. Granted, it was one that his mind found ridiculous at the current moment, but it was the one idea he could cling to that allowed him to hold onto his sanity. If he summoned the Icarus mercenary then there might have been some hope for them all.
Last level. There was no sign of the man.
Where could he have gone?
The sailor dashed towards a singular line of light at the end of the hallway as if it were his last remaining hope. "Zouka Michio! We need you-...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
There standing in the midst of a pool of unconscious men was none other than the ship's savior. Already, flames licked across multiple engines within the ship. Against the walls rested four chests filled to the brim with treasure and a matching set of parachutes. "What do you think? Escaping with the gold my man."
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
"BECAUSE! We...hired you?"
"That...that's just wrong."
Michio arched a questioning brow while whipping a chain around the obviously flabbergasted child. "Now isn't that the pot calling the kettle black."
A sudden shattering of wood opened a hole up next to the chests as a cannonball ripped from one side of the ship to the other. The smashing of metal signaled the end of whatever machinations were left to hold the rusty ship aloft. The cabin jerked to the side then began its descent right into the military vessel.
Michio's brow creased before a glint slipped through his eyes. "Tell you what kid. I'll let you live if you safeguard these for me."
"What do you mean?!" There was an audible yelp of fear when the sailor found himself being dragged out of the airship by his legs, attached to chain. His fingers hopelessly clawed themselves bloody upon stripped wood before the suction of air ripped him out the opening with the chests of treasure.
"Don't worry! I'll find you!"
Zouka Michio followed in their wake. Leaping out of the burning ship and onto the deck of the other moments before explosions of fiery shrapnel rained down upon the military ship.
Down he dropped like a vulture onto the fires of war.