The engines of the Ixion whirred and came to a soft hum as she sat down in the reserved spot in the calm lands. The exterior was painted a brilliant red with silver letters emblazoned in the Al Bhed language. Her thrusters were rolling lances that flashed brilliant sparks when she stopped and started, and shook the ground with lightning as she landed.
"Here's our stop Mr. Navigator!"
Rowans voice boomed over the speaker system as the crew scurried through the ports and galley. They scrambled to their positions flipping pans and warming sauces and stocks. The underside of the hull opened as the the outer shell formed walls and locked into place and dropped the entire galley to the ground as huge drills anchored the ship and locked it into it's final form. A sign dropped from the front Dra Ixon Vmoehk Nacdyinyhd and under it in common The Ixion Flying Restaurant. The shell folded into such a formation as to hide the thunder cannons and boarding harpoons. It looked like a successful civilian vessel, like one of the most inviting places in Spira, and not what it was, an airship filled with pirates that moonlighted as chefs.
Rowan made his way to the galley, his usual attire covered with Chef whites as he began to prepare the dishes for the day. This celebration was one of the crews most bountiful hauls of the season, and he was going to make sure it went off without a hitch.
"I'll start greeting, make sure everything is ready, also...." he pulled his first mate aside whispering. "That thing I told you about is here. Have the boarding crew fetch it for me" giving him a wink as he turned away and walked to the front of the ship as customers began pouring in. Sure it was one of the busiest nights of the year, but they were still pirates after all, and there was a prize to be had.
"Welcome! Good to see you! Come in! Your server will be right with you."
"Here's our stop Mr. Navigator!"
Rowans voice boomed over the speaker system as the crew scurried through the ports and galley. They scrambled to their positions flipping pans and warming sauces and stocks. The underside of the hull opened as the the outer shell formed walls and locked into place and dropped the entire galley to the ground as huge drills anchored the ship and locked it into it's final form. A sign dropped from the front Dra Ixon Vmoehk Nacdyinyhd and under it in common The Ixion Flying Restaurant. The shell folded into such a formation as to hide the thunder cannons and boarding harpoons. It looked like a successful civilian vessel, like one of the most inviting places in Spira, and not what it was, an airship filled with pirates that moonlighted as chefs.
Rowan made his way to the galley, his usual attire covered with Chef whites as he began to prepare the dishes for the day. This celebration was one of the crews most bountiful hauls of the season, and he was going to make sure it went off without a hitch.
"I'll start greeting, make sure everything is ready, also...." he pulled his first mate aside whispering. "That thing I told you about is here. Have the boarding crew fetch it for me" giving him a wink as he turned away and walked to the front of the ship as customers began pouring in. Sure it was one of the busiest nights of the year, but they were still pirates after all, and there was a prize to be had.
"Welcome! Good to see you! Come in! Your server will be right with you."
