razerwing
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2011
- Location
- Somewhere over the rainbow.
It had been quite a while since the last report of a sighting of that notorious ship. It had been a while since anything was heard from the Eisenrose actually. It even started to fade into a myth of the skies. Benoit chuckled a little bit as he read the papers, shaking his head and adjusting the goggles around his neck. "Kurt! Come here, I need to talk to you." His officer strode over quickly, the rifle on his back moving, the ammo around his waist jingling as he walked. "Zese.... amateurs sink ve're gone." Kurt raised an eyebrow, shaking his head and laughing. "You know vat ve must do, nien? Set a course for ze nearest town. I vant to make our entrance..... big." The officer saluted briskly before jogging off to make the command known. After a few minutes, Benoit put the paper down, standing slowly to his full height of 5' 10", readjusting the forager's cap on his head before grabbing his own rifle and his ever important cutlass. After all, what would a captain be without his most trustworthy weapon? When he was ready, he moved out of his cabin, watching as his crew skittered around on the deck. The Eisenrose was a mid-sized ship of incredible design. Instead of using vulnerable balloons to keep itself aloft, it boasts a propeller driven design, borrowing a few traits from the planes of it's date. On each side was a rather modest seventeen cannons.
What really brought this ship to it's legend status was the numerous guns on the deck, meant to endlessly raze the sides of enemy ships, taking out opposing crews without really damaging what cargo they had inside. It also came in very handy when the larger airships used their air superiority tactics, sending out large squadrons of airplanes to combat the threat, whatever it was. While everything was being loaded, Benoit moved around the deck, smiling at the efficiency. Kurt arrived by his side a few moments later, assuring him that they were headed for the nearest city. The island of Bellelle in the French Morocco was a rather hospitable place to most pirates. If the Eisenrose was going to make another lasting impression, something told the captain he'd have to get some more crewmembers. Bellelle, while not his original intent, would serve a purpose at least. "Keep ze guns ready! I vant everyone ready to velcome our new recruits ven I come back!" Replies rang out as the crew kept working and the airship chugged along to it's destination. At this rate, it would take them about fifteen minutes to reach the town. "Kurt, tell ze engine room to give her everysing she has!" Kurt nodded, running off to relay the message.
What really brought this ship to it's legend status was the numerous guns on the deck, meant to endlessly raze the sides of enemy ships, taking out opposing crews without really damaging what cargo they had inside. It also came in very handy when the larger airships used their air superiority tactics, sending out large squadrons of airplanes to combat the threat, whatever it was. While everything was being loaded, Benoit moved around the deck, smiling at the efficiency. Kurt arrived by his side a few moments later, assuring him that they were headed for the nearest city. The island of Bellelle in the French Morocco was a rather hospitable place to most pirates. If the Eisenrose was going to make another lasting impression, something told the captain he'd have to get some more crewmembers. Bellelle, while not his original intent, would serve a purpose at least. "Keep ze guns ready! I vant everyone ready to velcome our new recruits ven I come back!" Replies rang out as the crew kept working and the airship chugged along to it's destination. At this rate, it would take them about fifteen minutes to reach the town. "Kurt, tell ze engine room to give her everysing she has!" Kurt nodded, running off to relay the message.