Snippet #2394411

An hour, or so, has passed since Plantium's tantrum.

Plantium, looking a little bit calmer now, is sitting on a makeshift throne above deck, massaging his temples once more. The throne, additionally, seems to be comprised of many objects that look suspiciously similar to robot limbs.
The airship, meanwhile, has been mostly repaired and is fully functioning, with the engines properly circulating power once more.

"We're rrready to shove off, mi'lorrrd," said Ripsaw, as he walks up to the former. "Still no sssign of the huntersss.. Well, anywherrre, eitherrr. ..Arrre you all rrright?"

"These are vexing events, Ripsaw." Plantium sighs, still nursing a headache. "The endgame to this little hunt is fast approaching - and still what worries me the most is that BARELY anyone has ANY idea as to what could be inside those walls. I did not wait so long, prepare so much, just to watch somebody else take the planet's reigns - or reinforce it's pathetic hopes - with a veritable MacGuffin they found in a bell tower, of all things."

"There is a ssseventy-two-point-thrrree-nine-nine-rrrepeating perrrcent chance it could contain sssomething other than an object, or perssson, of notable power, mi'lorrrd." Ripsaw calculates.

"As good as those odds are, I didn't get the empire I have today by sitting on the sidelines," replied Plantium, standing up and heading below deck with mind set in stone, but not before booting his makeshift throne off the side of the airship. "Take us back to the base, and then round up a.. 'properly sized' army. We're going to find out what lies within the Bell Tower if it kills us - or the hunters."

Ripsaw merely salutes, before following after Plantium, closing the upper deck hatch behind him. The airship then sputters to life soon afterwards, reels up its anchors, and flies off into the distance.