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[color=00ff66][b][h3]Nikos[/h3][/b][/color]
Zeppelin #27, Gondola
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"Of..." Nikos gasps, struggling to talk. "Course. They'd come. Towards us. Zeppelin. Next to. Gold."
 
Friend or foe, they'd have to investigate the zeppelin - it was a greater prize than the gold itself! 

After a moment, he struggled to his feet. "If they get too close, we can always drop the gold on them. Still plenty left to fight this war with."

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"[i]Coglione[/i]," Christina swore, working hard to get every ounce of lift and every rotation of the propellers to inch them away from the fortress as she adjusted the controls on the master panel, with nary an extra hand in sight as they were all rushing to defend the parameter. [i]If only they had a tail wind![/i] "Did you load it to the brim, you [i]scemo[/i] Nikos! After I told you not to?!"

If they survived this, she had to safeguard future generations by making sure the bosun's genes weren't passed on. Or at least, no further.