The Freedom Fighter is once again triumphant, and Captain Jet strides the deck on red-slicked soles with nary a slip. They’re bringing up the prisoners from below and- hello, is that a noble of the Fire Nation…? Soft gown, gold trim, slippers on instead of boots- he’d wager it is.
She’s fighting hard and baring her teeth around a tight cloth gag, even after Pipsqueak gives her a tap on the back of the head- chivalry be damned, Fire-women are dangerous- and Jet lets her stew as he walks up and down the line of battered, beaten sailors.
“Where’s your captain?” he asks with a smile, and no one answers. He’s about to make a further point when Sneers comes up from the depths with a bundle in his arms and a nasty grin on his face.
“Hey boss- I found their treasure! Oh, and some loot and munitions, too…”
The bundle wiggles- and wails.
Their pretty noble prisoner goes rigid- and the gag disappears in a geyser of flames.
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Part 2!
Date: 2010-05-04 06:24 pm (UTC)The Freedom Fighter is once again triumphant, and Captain Jet strides the deck on red-slicked soles with nary a slip. They’re bringing up the prisoners from below and- hello, is that a noble of the Fire Nation…? Soft gown, gold trim, slippers on instead of boots- he’d wager it is.
She’s fighting hard and baring her teeth around a tight cloth gag, even after Pipsqueak gives her a tap on the back of the head- chivalry be damned, Fire-women are dangerous- and Jet lets her stew as he walks up and down the line of battered, beaten sailors.
“Where’s your captain?” he asks with a smile, and no one answers. He’s about to make a further point when Sneers comes up from the depths with a bundle in his arms and a nasty grin on his face.
“Hey boss- I found their treasure! Oh, and some loot and munitions, too…”
The bundle wiggles- and wails.
Their pretty noble prisoner goes rigid- and the gag disappears in a geyser of flames.