(Jason's POV)
Take off was smooth as butter and just as I remembered. The whined up of the engines, the purple pulse of the shields going on line, the vibrations of the hull of the ship as she launched her massive body skyward. I could feel her as she accelerated to cruising speed. The White Phoenix was whole again. "Ugh Captain, someone is knocking on the window." I frowned at Prince. "Who would be stupid enough to lock themselves outside of the ship."
"He isn't ours, Sir." Musaki piped in. The edge in her voice made me tense. I looked up to see who they were talking about. The man was short, shorter than Newind, maybe as tall as Musaki. His pitch black hair was whipping around his chiseled face. He was glaring at me.
"Okay, who the fuck is that?"
He scowled with content and reared back his left fist and ineffectually punched my brand new ship. "Nope, not today asshole!"
I jumped out of my chair and exited the bridge to catch his fist before it connected with my ship. I could feel the sting of his fist as I caught it before it connected with my ship again. The air whipped around me from the sheer force as our hands connected. The man leapt away from me smirking as he slides back across the deck of the ship. I whipped around to meet his gaze. "Look, please don't punch my ship, I took a long time to build her. It's just rude." The short dark haired stranger gleams as he straightens himself up as he adjusts his collar on his leather armor. "Your very existence is rude" The stranger says, scoffing. "Alright dickhead, give me a name to put on your tombstone." He glared at me. "I am the Bane of Pirates world wide. Azarael, and I will kill every single pirate I find until the day I die." I laughed at him. "Okay, kid. I accept that. But you won't be killing me today or tomorrow." Azarael Jumped up and tried to slam his fists into the hull. "No dice kid." I shot forward, raising my right hand, I slapped him across the face with the back of it, summoning my sword at the same time. "I just put her back together and you go and try to break her." I bent my knees. Musaki will get a kick out of this one. I feel the wings erupt from my back, the flames licking at my spine as I leapt into the air. "Musaki, send out Esqueezeme. Tell her to go nuts." I speak into the communicator that Shanie coincidentally repaired. "She is already outside."
The Lieutenant shot out of the sky, a rifle in her hands. She opened fire on Azarael. The assault rifle didn't look like anything from our weapon room. The bolts, bright and red, racing towards their target, shining like a meteor shower. As she neared Azarael, she hit a switch on the gun and it transformed into the two blades she used on the dragon. Azarael barely had time to block as the bullets rained around him. I hissed at Princessa. "Stop, blowing holes, in my ship!" I pointed my sword at him, focusing my energy on the tip of the blade. "Would it be too much to kindly ask you to leave, before somebody else damages my ship." I spoke softly to him. "I leave after I've painted my fists with your blood." He spat on my deck, venomously. "This guy is a walking cliche" I think to myself. I lunged forward with the tip of my sword, exerting energy through it. I could feel the energy radiate from the blade as a collum of light impacts against Azarael's chest. The impact sent him flying off the deck of the ship.
I land back on the deck and rushed to the edge of the deck just in time to watch him fall through the cloud bank. I hear a clatter behind as Princessa collapses unceremoniously on the deck. I walk over and kick her right boot to check if she is alive. Princessa moans out loud. "Still breathing I see." I murmur as she reaches for her rifle that landed nearby. "Lieutenant, How did you end up falling from the sky?"
"Sleipnir." Esqueezeme mumbles to me. I paused, as the name ran through my mind. "The horse?"
"Captain, all systems are nominal, course set for the nearest town. Did you take care our Stowaway?"
I look back over the ship to peer through the cloud bank, to discern wether or not I could see where Azarael landed. "Yeah, long gone. Notify the infirmary, Esqueezeme plowed into the deck pretty hard."
(Chocobo's POV)
I sprint across the calm lands, dust clouds form with every step I take chasing down every tasty morsel I find.
My next snack darts away from me into the clump of dry grass. I rummage through the dry stalks looking for the morsel. Suddenly, I hear a loud whistling noise. I sprint away to hide behind a low shrub and look up at the sky where the loud whistling noise was coming from. A dark shape is plummeting from the heavens. I squawk as it plows into the earth, forming a large dust cloud that envelopes everything. When the dust clears and everything settles, curiosity overtakes and I slink to where the object landed. Perhaps it's a tasty snack that was left behind by whatever it was that fell. The hole left behind by this object was curiously shaped. I peered into the depths of the hole to see if I can tell what the object was. Fear takes over me as a hand comes out of the hole grasping at the edges. I back away slowly as to not alert the obvious human as he emerges from the hole, dusting himself off. The tattered remains of his scorched armor falls to the ground. He crawls the rest of the way out of the hole tuning to lay on his back. His bare chest, bruised and scorched, muttering what must have a human swear word. The Human stands up and glares at the sky. My urge to taste him over took my urge to flee and I nipped at his head.