[b]Post Captain Hamelin Le Marinier[/b]

Hamerlin moved with a purpose down the airship hauling a block, tackle and rope to the main ramp. He had found a sufficiently thick beam to rope to and start his plan. He had spent some time checking out the ramp area and acted once he had done his quick maths, the gold would be about 50 pounds per bar alone… they would have to move tons. 

A cart…gold, ammo, supplies… who was kidding they could hand load this without spending a day waiting…. They needed a damn train or loading dock to move this and they had jack shit. They needed money but did people realise how damn heavy these bars are and how much they would have to cut them down unless they found coinage?

He checked his heavy Revolver for the 3rd time breaking the top, the heavy rounds nestled into the slots, 6 heavy .455 loads, man stoppers, he favoured heavy bullets and high power loads, it kicked like an ass but it also put things down hard. Some Favain officers called them wrist breakers but that was more If limp wristed the guns. 

A rope and such slung off a solid pulley block system to keep you from having to stand behind a heavy cart loaded with gold and ammo and supplies, it would be a little slower but less tiring, safer and easier to keep up over a longer time frame. Someone was gonna end up with broken bones otherwise.

Looking out he saw the walls of the fortress, it was an old star fort and the inside would be a slaughter if they met defenders, that place was designed to be a trap even with a small group of soldiers. There was no cover or hiding from fire. 

Part of him wanted to be in there but he ran his hand over the simple heavy wrench he saw secured to the wall, it would make an efficient adhoc trench club if they were boarded, it probably was meant for anchoring to towers or something. Carter was right though, he was older, more battered and had taken wounds already in his life, he still had one good eye though, the gods gave him a spare. That and the black eye patch looked a little like the old era of when men sailed ships of oak with hearts of iron and nerves of steel. 

For how all he could do was wait, there was no sound of gunfire and no sign of smoke and so on the horizon. He scanned the far distance looking for risks and thankfully there was none for now.