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Korra was drenched to the bone and shivering as she ran up to the Running Time hotel. Slipping through the revolving door, she kept her head down as she sped past everyone. She had been in the heavy rain all day but she came here for one thing in particular. Instead of taking the glass elevator, she took the stairs. Running up to the third floor, she tripped and fell on the platform. Wincing, she didnt make a sound and got up.
Quickly walking down the hall, she ran into a man not much older than herself. Falling back onto the floor, she apologized quietly and got back up. With a cough, she brushed past him.

Daryn Keeble, Petty Officer 2nd Class of the ship Steel and Clockwork, slipped out of his room and made his way down the stairs of the hotel in order to find something to amuse himself with. The ship he was working on had only just arrived the previous night to stock up on goods and for the first time in six months, the sailors were given a reprieve to do as they wished. Daryn intended to put that time to good use, by asking people about his supposedly-treasonous father.

Or at least, that had been his intention when not halfway down the hallway, someone barged into him. He tipped and fell, his legs not yet used to the stability of gravity beneath a deck that didn't heave with air currents.

"Watch it!" He said, before realizing it was a lady who had run into him and she was dripping wet. He got to his feet, and then seized her arm before she could run past him. "Hey, are you okay? Are you in trouble?"

He couldn't imagine for the life of him why a girl would be running through the hotel at this frantic speed while wet.

Korra's gray eyes locked with Daryn's for a minute before she pulled her arm away from his grip. "No im fine. Long day is all," she tried to reply as cheerily as possible but it didnt quite reach her eyes.
Korra was wearing a blue shirt that only covered her upper body and her stomach showed water droplets running down it. She was wearing white short shorts with a thigh holster for her 1911 colt handgun. Which was gold steel and her boots were a light-wieght bronze steel that went up to her knees. She was wearing tight, brown, leather, hand gloves and bronze aviator goggles stuck in her hair which was soaking wet as well.
"Sorry for running into you mister," she said with a quick nod then rushed off down the hall.
Turning the corner, she went into the first room on her left and grabbed her rucksack full of ammo and explosives. As well as stolen goods such as gold and silver watches and valuable jewelery.
Korra was a pirate and she did what she had to, to survive that including stealing. Smirking, she held up the silver pocket watch she had stolen from the man in the hall. Pocket watches were the best type of watch or so she thought.

He frowned and let her go, to straighten his bronze-colored vest. The full billowing white sleeves were fine, though a few spots from where she'd run into him had rendered the fabric slightly damp. He didn't feel it though through the vest.

He patted himself down, checking for the gun-knife tucked at the small of his back and then his pockets.

"What the- Hey!" The pocket holding his watch was empty. That thief! "Come back here!" He gave chase, losing track of where she'd gone until he turned the corner and found an open door. "I want my watch--back." His eyes went wide, seeing the stockpile of goods in her room and catching her red-handed.

His hand dropped to the standard-issue military revolver he wore openly on his left side. "What are you doing?!"

Korra froze then quickly shoved everything in her rucksack and pulled her gun. Turning, she fired a couple of times missing on purpose but just barely. Shoving him back, she slammed the door shut and locked it. Then quickly reloaded her gun and ran to her window. Looking below her, she a raging river and really didnt want to jump into it but she obviously had no choice.
Getting out on her window sill, she put her rucksack into a plastic bag the sealed it shut so water wouldnt get in and mess up her explosives.
Throwing her back into the water, she leapt off the window sill and landed with a splash in the water below. Surfacing, she gasped for air and the freezing water hit her like a million of needles stabbing into her body. Swimming to over to her floating rucksack, she threw it onto the bank then climbed up herself. Shivering madly, she picked up her bag and ran for the air docks.

He yelped and ducked out of the doorway as the bullets impacted the wall next to him; plaster raining down on him from above. Then the door was slammed shut.

He rammed his shoulder into the doorway, trying to dislodge it open. Instead he only bruised his shoulder. "Ow." But he couldn't let her get away. "I'm not done with you yet, woman." He growled and then headed for the hotel's exit at a run.

He might have made it in time to see her emerging from the water, but he was stopped by one of his commanding officers. "Daryn! Captain's called us to meet back at the airship--seems we've lucked out in picking up supplies."

Daryn hesitated and then looked at the door. He wanted to get his pocketwatch back! But the captain's orders were law. He sagged. "Fine. I'll grab my stuff." He returned to his room to grab his bag of spare clothing and also his rifle, before tromping out the hotel doors to head for the airship docks.

He kept a watchful eye around him, trying to recall what the lady looked like, before locating his ship. It took his breath away; Steel and Clockwork might look like a normal ship, but it was his home, and had been for the last five years. He forced a smile on his face as he approached it and found his fellow air-shipmen gathering as well.

Korra made it to the air docks just before Daryn did and shoved through a bunch of men gethering around the ship Steel and Clockwork. The ship she was about to steal and shove it in that damned captains face.
She was small enough to not be seen as she slipped onto the ship from an open window. It was a bit of a tight squeeze but she made it. Setting her rucksack down, she took out a stick of dynamite and a lighter made out of clock pieces. Slipping her rucksack back on, she ran through the ships many halways her shoes making a soft clanking sound on the carpeted hallway floors.
Shivering madly by time she got to the control room, she opened the window and lit the stick of dynamite.
Dropping it on the dock below, she prepared herself for the blast. It would both let the ship loose and prevent anyone from following for a while. Though it might not stop a couple of people from boarding the ship.
Taking out her gun, she slunk through the halls and reached the loading ramp. She groaned when she realized it was open and the captain was standing on the edge of the ramp. Narrowing her eyes, she ignored all the hundreds of eyes watching the captain and waited for the perfect time to shove him off and onto the dock. Looking at her watch, she waited until the small hand had reached the eight.
That man's pocket watch was really nice. The little hand hit the eight and she jumped up. Charging down the ramp, her steel boots clanking and no doubt drawing all the attention to herself but she was solely focused on the captain. He turned to see her and frowned. "What are you-" he was cut off as she rammed into him.
The captain was sent stumbling off the ramp and onto the dock, falling on his back with a thud. Then after he landed, the TNT went off and Korra fell bakcwards onto the ramp. There were several seconds where anyone could jump onto the ship.

As one of the petty officers, Daryn had been pushed forward until he was nearly eye-to-deck with the ship and eye-to-boot with the captain, though he was probably half a dozen feet away.

The captain was getting ready to address them when something from inside the ship distracted him. And then he was stumbling forward, someone was attacking their captain!

A familiar blue top caught Daryn's eyes and he sprinted forward. "You wench!" He leaped onto the deck just as the explosion rocked the ship. He stumbled forward as the airship bucked and then clung to the doorway.

He wasn't the only one. Two more of the air-shipmen had jumped on as well. One of them his commanding officer. He tried to take stock of where everyone was, but he felt his stomach drop. The ship heaved beneath him, ready to take off.

Korra stumbled up and looked around to assess all who got on. Charging at two of the men who had got on, she kicked one of them in the chest forcing him off and onto the now crumbling dock. The other one was a little tougher as she kicked his legs out from under him. Now she had no where to push him to she just shoved him over the edge of the ramp and tossed down a parachute for him.
The ship lurched and she fell backwards, sliding to the edge of the ramp. Korra cried out as her body went over but she managed to turn and catch the edge of the ramp. Pulling herself up, she was still soaking wet and shivering though the fighting had warmed her up. Managing to crawl up the ramp and into the ship, she slammed her hand down on the button that shut the loading ramp. It slowly started upwards, and Korra breathed a sigh of relief until she saw that guy from earlier.
"Shit.." she muttered and looked around for something to tie him up with.

He watched in surprise and horror as his CO and the other shipman tumbled over the edge. He fumbled for his revolver as the ship lurched a second time, and he almost thought the lady from before had been tossed overboard--good riddance!--before he saw her clamber back on.

He had entered the ship at this point, not wanting to get bucked off. He was thankful for the heavy soles on his boots which stuck to the ship's surface like goo. He didn't wait for the wench to find him--he took off for the captains quarters and the deck where the ship's ballast and fight controls were. If he could keep the ship grounded, he'd be fine.

The sound of his boots against the carpeted floor could be heard thud-thud-thudding as he ran fullout for the control room.

Korra gasped in horror and ran after him quickly. Her lighter wieght boots coming in handy as she ran after him. Catching up to him, she tackled him from behind and since she was going full speed there was no way he could stay on his feet as she rocketed into him.
Putting her arms securely around his waist as she rammed into him, she squeezed her eyes shut bracing for the impact of the floor.
The ship rammed into something outside of it and scraped along it. A high pitch screeching sound emitting from the impact as the ship kept flying along whatever it was it hit.

Daryn yelled as he pitched forward, a solid weight around his middle knocking him off balance. Discovering that he was being attacked, he tried to pry her hands off without success.

"Let me go, woman! This ship will crash if you don't!" He tried to wiggle free. And then froze as he heard the ship scraping against something. "Please! Let me go! If we don't get high enough, we'll crash into another airship!"

Korra shoved his body down then scrambled off and over him, racing for the control room. Reaching it, she grabbed the door frame to help her slow down as she turned into the room. Running over to the big wheel, she turned it to the right and the ship slowly moved away from the cliff it had been scraping along.
Running over to her rucksack, she grabbed an extra rope she carried around. Then taking out her gun, she pointed it at the man as he came running it.
"Hands up and stop there or i'll shoot you dead in your tracks!" she ordered.

He was still dragging himself to his feet as she trampled over him to get to the control room. "Wait! Stop!" He ran after her, only to screech to a halt when she drew a gun on him.

He hesitated briefly; his hand twitching towards the revolver holstered at his side. But she had sounded serious and her earlier shots had told him that she knew exactly what she was doing with the gun.

A pained expression crossed his face as he reluctantly raised his hands in surrender. "Look, if you're going to steal a ship, you should have at least tried a smaller one."

Korra frowned but didnt take her eyes off of him. "Get on the floor and put your hands behind your back," she ordered again.
She was in no mood for talking to this man and she was on a time schedule. Water pooled around her boots as water ran off of her. She had gotten rained on all over again when she had fallen off the ramp. All she wanted to do was tie up the guy and get changed out of her stupid wet clothes.
Steel and Clockwork listed to the right some more and another ship headed straight for them came into view. Korra kept her gun trained on the man and refused to do anything about the soon to be collision until he got on the floor.

"Dammit, fine." It was clear his disgust was showing as he knelt to the floor and put his hands behind his back where she couldn't see them. The gun-knife was there, right within reach, but he'd have to wait until she was closer to use it.

His eyes drifted to the window and he cringed. "At the very least hurry so we don't have a collision that we both won't survive."

He hoped he'd tucked the gun-knife securely in its hidden holster, and he was grateful for the loose shirt he wore under his vest--which would cover the slight bulge of the gun-knife. Unless she stopped to pat him down, he still might be able to get away.

Instead, Korra ran over to the wheel and turned it sharply to the left. Barely missing a collision with the other ship. Leaning over the wheel slightly, she set the auto pilot which were about the only two things she knew how to do the ship was steer and set auto pilot.

Quickly taking out her small and now soaking wet map, she searched for the Golden Crown Island. Thats where she would find Kyro. Almost completely forgetting about the man that had boarded with her, she looked for landmarks.

He was on his feet the moment she had run for the wheel to avoid the imminent collision. When she pressed the button for autopilot, he was drawing his gun-knife. And when she unrolled the map, he was covering the ground between them in two strides.

He seized her arm and brought the knife up to her neck. "Land. This. Ship." He was determined to land the ship. No doubt those on the ground were panicking. And his sudden disappearance wouldn't be helping anything.

Korra was about as hardheaded as a ram. Literally. She brought her head back, hitting his nose. Then she slammed her steel boot onto his foot and grabbed his wrist twisting it behind him. Taking her rope, she tied a firm knot around one wrist then jerked his other behind him. Tieing them together tightly, she brought her foot to the back of his knees and kicked.
As soon as he went down, she pinned him full on to the floor. Tieing his feet together, she took his knife-gun from him and threw it into the near-by wall where it stuck in the wood.
"Not on your life," she whispered in his ear.
Then she got off of him and holstered her gun. His clothes weere wet now that she tackled him and pinned him. Shivering, she grabbed a pair of dry clothes and went to the next room over. Changing into dry clothes, she felt ten times better. These pair of clothes were the same as the other except the top was pure silver and the short shorts were black.
Walking back into the control room, she bent over her pack and took out an apple. Then she sit down and looked at the guy.
"So. What your name?" she asked.

He was not prepared for a headbutt. He blacked out long enough that he found himself on the floor, pinned, and being tied. He groaned as he blinked the blackness away and finally the extra weight that was his attacker was off him.

Her whisper in his ear lingered as he lay there, trying not to bleed on his shirt or on the deck. But there wasn't much choice. His nose was definitely broken. There went his good looks.

When she came back he had recovered enough to see that she had changed clothes. "You're wearing the wrong clothes," he mumbled, still reeling from pain. "Only the Fleet Commander can wear those." He fumbled with his bonds briefly, enough to find they were tied too well, and he sank back to the deck.

"What's my name? Petty Officer 2nd Class, Daryn Keeble. You'll remember that when I put you in cuffs once we land this thing."