The life of an Air courier is anything but relaxing. When a flag goes up signaling a package, it's amad scramble, with the first person arriving getting the job. Unless of course, they have their preferred carriers. In any event, it means a lot of circling, and sitting out on rooftops – waiting. For one courier, this has paid off. She was the closest when the signal came up, and the first at the door of a non-descript merchant's house, near the Bazaar clock.

Big brown eyes glitter cheerily as Brishen loops a few times around the clock, laughing before folding her wings in close and dropping down to the house below – At the last moment she spreads her wings, catching the air with a FWUMP!

Reico drops from a power dive, swooping up at the last minute. "Aw Zelaks! I had this one Brishen."

Brishen dangles in the air for a moment, before landing lightly. She looks around for a moment, before bouncing towards the door. {Great! First in line!} She grins evily as she looks up at Reico. "Looks like I beat you today."

As Brishen lands, several more bats follow suit behind. Their soft (and not so soft) landings cause the dust to swirl up for a few moments.

"Aw… give me a chance Bree, I'm still hurting since that letter that got stolen." Reico hops near, shoving in front of the other Eees.

Brishen edges towards the door, a good-natured grin still lingering on her face. "And who lost half a day's pay in Darkside? Or spent most of a weekend with the Temple Scouts? I think I'm hurting more than you are."

The door interrupts the conversation as it swings open. A burly Rath'ani the force beside it. He squints at all the couriers lined up outside. "Don't need all of you, who was here first?"

Brishen smiles, bowing with a flourish as she turns. "Brishen Kara, of Kara Delivery, at your service."

Brishen considers. {That wasn't too melodramatic, was it? Hm. Maybe – I don't know. They expect theatrics!} She looks up at the Rath'ani. "Where would you like your package delivered, sir?"

The bat right beside her, Reico, helpfully offers, "Yeh, she was first. I was second though."

"It's not a package. You two come inside, the rest go." The large raccoon turns and shuffles into the shop, leaving the door open for the couriers.

"Alright!" Reico scoots through the door, "First on ya this time Bree."

Brishen grins, then slumps a little as Reico slips past her. "Hmf." Her wings flutter a tiny bit as she catches up and nudges the taller bat a little.

Brishen tilts her head a little as she looks about for the Rath'ani, and whispers. "I wonder what he meant by 'not a package'?"

The Rath'ani is over by a counter, he turns around with a stack of paper and approaches the two Eees. Balanced on top, are two jars. "Okay, here's your job. Take these, and stick them up all over the Bazaar." He hands half of the pile to Reico, the other half to Brishen.

Brishen oofs a bit, trying very hard not to drop the flyers, or the jar atop it. "All over, you said?" she asks as she tries to figure out just how much paper is in the stack.

The stack is at least 300 sheets high, each. Written on each page, in large careful letters is the petition: Restore the Bazaar Clock The merchants guild of the Rephidim Bazaar is taking up a collection to restore motion to the Tower Clock. Donations accepted at the following halls, and the clock tower itself.

"Yes, all over. There is no way the necessary amount of money can be raised if the word isn't spread far and wide. You can put some on the roofs as well, for flyers." The raccoon hands over the sticky pot of glue, "You can use this to make them stay, try not to get it on your hands."

Brishen slumps a little, looking over at Reico. Three hundred?

The other courier immediately gets some glue on his fingers, then instinctively licks it off, "Gack! Woaw that tastes like downwind from the tanners. So, thats it? Stick these up?"

Brishen looks back at the raccoon, then down at the glue. "You wouldn't have a brush, would you?" She tries to figure out if she's even heard of a plan to restore the clocktower.

"Yes, all over. I expect you will check on each other. If you just dump the posters in a pile, you will not be paid." The raccoon looks between the two bats, "It isn't hard, and you will be paid your usual rates. A brush, yes… "

The merchant takes two brushes off the counter and hands them to the couriers, "I believe that should be simple enough, you can get started now unless you have further questions."

Brishen takes the brush gingerly, then squeaks to herself as she starts packing everything into her satchel. It's going to be a long day. "No, I think mine have all been answered." She winces a little at the weight of the satchel as she stands, then looks over at Reico. "Shall we away?"

Reico nods, "Hey, does on people count?"

Brishen tries to stifle a giggle.

The raccoon shakes his head.

"Oh, awright, worth a dive though." Reico prances past Brishen and out the door. As an afterthought he holds it open for her.

Brishen blinks, then smiles as she walks through the door. Once it's closed, she turns to Reico. "Thanks. You still owe me lunch."

"Sure." There is a cracking noise from under Reico's foot, "This count?"

Brishen doesn't look. "I was thinking of a real restaurant, with real plates and waiters."

"Oh, like a date. Turbulent! Well, gotta fly. I do north Bazaar, you do south?" Reico looks at the rooftops.

Brishen adjusts the strap of her satchel as she looks around. She grins a bit. "Yeah, like a date." She gathers herself together, and flap-flap-flaps into the air, pausing for a moment to look down at Reico. "Meet you back here?"

The colourfully-attired Eee traces a few lazy spirals in the air, looking out over the Bazaar for likely places to stick posters – places that won't end up being something different tomorrow morning.

Reico nods, "Sure, back here." He takes three steps and flaps up, circling once around Brishen, "Bet I'm done first."

Brishen smirks as she lands with a scrabble of toes on the roof of the raccoon's house. "Bet you aren't."

Brishen tugs a poster from her satchel, and lets it flutter a bit, grinning at Reico before looking back at the roof.

There's plenty of places to hang posters around the Bazaar, some blank walls above the building in Little Babel for the Eees to see, although most of the lower spots have several layers of posters on the walls… in some places it appears that the posters are the only things keeping the walls up. If the Bat is feeling adventurous she might even try plastering a poster or two on some of the booths.

"Okay," Brishen mumbles as she walks lightly along the roof. "Might as well get started." She crouches down a bit, keeping the poster in place with a knee while she paints a square of glue onto the roof. A few drops of glue get on her hands before she can slap the poster down unevenly.

Brishen looks around to see what Reico's up to. "At this rate, it's going to take forever! Squeak!"

Reico is no where to be seen, likely off getting a good head start in some 'special' location.

A few bits of the ink from the poster comes off in Brishen's hand, stuck to the glue.

A scaly figure in a worn dun traveller's cloak weaves in and out of the crowd below. He draws back his hood for just a moment to look around. A look of irritation crosses the reptile's face as his slitted eyes scan the place over. {My contact said the fellow I was to meet would be around here… ksssh, it's been three hours, and still no sign of… hmmm?} A tiny dollop of glue lands on the end of the reptiles nose. He looks up at the rooftop. "What th-… "

Brishen frowns, looking down at her hands. "No way." She sticks the brush back into the jar, and screws the lid on tightly. "Least I can do is find some gloves." She glances over the side before spiralling down towards the Bazaar.

Bambridge wipes the gunk off his nose with a handkerchief. "Ah-hah. The contact mentioned posters, that must be his associate." He draws his hood back down and throws a corner of his cape over one shoulder, making his way toward the Eeee's landing site.

Brishen, at the moment, seems more concerned with her hand than anything else, and rubs at it vigorously. "Argh, and I thought vermite goo was bad."

The shrouded figure moves to stand a few feet to one side of Brishen. He clears his throat to get her attention.

Brishen eeps, jumping a bit. "Aaah!" A curly lock of hair drops down to tickle her muzzle as she turns towards the cloaked reptile. "Uhm – Yes?"

Brishen rub-rub-rubs at her hand, squeaking quietly. "I just know it's never gonna come off," she mumbles.

Bambridge glances around a few times. {She's rather loudly dressed for a covert contact. Oh, well.} He hisses, "A mutual acquaintance said you'd have some information for me, regarding the whereabouts of a few persons that I am concerned with."

Brishen blinks, an ear twitching faintly. "Oh." She considers this. "Oh! He's in the northern part of the Bazaar. We decided to divide it in half."

Brishen thinks, {A few? He must have hired more couriers. I hope that raccoon doesn't try to short-change me.}

Bambridge's eyes widen slightly. "The northern part of the Bazaar? One of them is that close? What's his master got him doing?"

Brishen blinks, puffing her chest out a bit. "Well, I wouldn't call him 'master'. He's just working for him."

Brishen looks towards a few nearby booths, craning her neck to see if any of them sell work gloves. This lizard's starting to creep her out a little. Squeak! It's one thing to be concerned about having a job finished, it's another to hire someone just to keep tabs on you. Where's the trust in that? She decides to mention the raccoon to the Guild when she has the chance.

Brishen flicks an ear at something, then glances at Bambridge. "Well, you have my assurance he's doing his job. He's kinda silly, but trustworthy. Even if he does owe me lunch."

Bambridge snorts. "Huh, whatever the philosophy is, slavery is slavery. I've heard all sorts of pretty terms for it." He watches his contact survey the scene, his tone suddenly worried. "What is it? Are we being watched? Let's move off into a side-street, you can never be too careful. I'm sure you'll be requiring a fee, we can discuss that there." He gestures toward an alleyway, thinking, {One of the Dusty Tear, working in the bazaar. Must be a merchant who purchased him. She must know more.}

The Eees winging about and one sharp-eared Kattha wandering through the bazaar glance in the direction of Darkside. After a moment, they ignore the interruption, and business continues.

Bambridge furrows his brow. "Silly? Owes you lunch? His master gives him more leeway than I thought. This could make things easier, yesss indeed."

Brishen blinks, following the lizard for a moment, then stops. "Well, I just th – " Her ears perk. "Fee? Well, yes, but I was under the impression that – " She smiles widely. "Yes, there was a matter of a fee."

Brishen keeps looking over at the booths. One of them HAS to sell gloves.

Bambridge leads the way past some storage crates near a stall. "This should do. Yes, your fee," hisses the lizard, wagging his index finger. "You've been most forthcoming with your information, but I suspect there's more. Even if you haven't any more information, establishing a 'source' is always worth my while." Bambridge grins for a moment, then turns back to face Brishen. "Now then… what do you wish in exchange for this information, and perhaps future dealings?"

Brishen glances at the lizard before looking back at the Bazaar. "Oh, what we arranged, I guess." She flicks an ear. "I guess he did hire more people after all."

Brishen starts bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. The glass jar in her satchel klinks gently.

There is another 'interuption' in the activity of the bazaar, that seems to only involve the Eees. Once more they glance in Darkside's direction. A few more audible whispers are heard, "It's the Sabaoth's dragon" before the distraction is over.

Bambridge looks perplexed. "Your contact arranged nothing with me," hisses Bambridge, rubbing his lower jaw thoughtfully. "But you say he hired other associates? Maybe I'm to get my other leads from them. Very well. I'll give your pay to your contact who can relay it to you, unless you want to tell me what it is right here. I must warn you, I haven't got a large amount of shekels on me." He places the pads of his fingers together, smiling strangely. "My services in acquiring hard-to-find items are far more valuable."

Brishen furrows her brow a little. "This is getting weird. Listen, I already made arrangements for pay, and I'm an honest businesswoman. I'll get my shekels when my job's done. Pardon me, huh?" She backs out of the alleyway, keeping an eye on the lizard, then shakes her head and flap-flap-flaps into the air. {Something's not at all right here… }

Brishen spirals up – up into the air, high enough to get a glance at Darkside – And maybe scope out a few spots for posters.

There are several nice spots for posters that would be appreciated by aerial travellers. Darkside however, holds it's secrets

Bambridge watches his associate take to the skies, and shrugs. "Well, a shekel saved is a shekel earned. I'll meet the contact later and try getting things cleared up." The chameleon pulls his cloak back around him, and shuffles back out into the bazaar, glancing homeward. "Hmm? I wonder what the commotion is about."

Brishen hrms squeakily, swooping down low over the Bazaar before heading south. Maybe, just maybe, someone's selling something that'd make putting these posters up easier. {Argh! Why'd I waste time with that lizzard? Reico's probably way ahead of me by now!}

Brishen blinks as she wings her way south, pausing to paste a few posters up at a likely wall. {Something big's up – Wonder if the shiga had anything to do with it?}

As Bambridge gazes homeward, there is a third interruption for only the Eees. This time they don't return to work, several take to the air. A few flap around curiously, then suddenly turn and fly in the opposite direction. A dull roar slowly becomes audible for those with less sensitive ears.

Flap – flapflapflap – "Squeak! Why does this always happen to me?" Brishen grumbles a bit as she lands near a poster-laden wall, keeping an ear on Darkside. "Wonder if Reico would mind if I headed north?"

Bambridge starts to head for the northern part of the bazaar to locate his quarry, but his curiousity is still piqued by the Eee's buzz of activity. "Well… I ought to make a side trip home for a while, anyway," he muses. "I might need a disguise when I search for… bust the lock and the pick I opened it with, what's that noise?!"

Brishen squeaks as the roar grows louder, taking a few steps before flap-flap-flapping into the air. For a moment she almost covers her ears, spiralling upwards, then glances back at Darkside before heading north.

The dull roar grows, into a much louder one. It sounds, almost like a musket pistol, but hundreds of them occurring in quick succession. Whatever it is, it sounds like it's heading straight for Bambridge. Store-owners and venders nearby decide it would be a good time to close shop.

Brishen winces, her hands reaching up reflexively before she crosses her arms, tucking her wings close as she zips over the rooftops.

As the crowd parts around his, Bambridge's scales go somewhat paler, his agoraphobia kicking in. He hurriedly attempts to follow the tide of merchants, or at least press himself to a wall.

Whatever is making the noise continues to roar through the sky. It's heading directly for Bambridge, it's heading directly for Brishen. In fact, it would seem to be heading directly for everyone, so loud and echoing is this noise. Panic breaks loose as everyone tries to flee this personal demon. Brambridge, pressed against the wall, finally catches a glimpse of it.

Brishen glances back for an instant, flapping furiously as she dips down below the rooftops.

Brishen pants, her wings starting to burn a little, and drops down to land clumsily on a roof, kicking up handfuls of dust and gravel. Dark brown eyes dart about as she looks to see if Reico's been this way – Then she looks back towards the Bazaar, and Darkside.

It's something that Bambridge has never seen. It looks, like a vehicle, like a small cart or carriage, but with wings that stretch easily twice as far as any of the parawings the chameleon has seen. It seems to be made of wood, and fabric, and rope. The roar comes from the front of the beast, and it belches fire, just like the dragon it is painted to resemble. It screams overhead, one wingtip knocking a chimney pot into the street where it shatters.

Brishen tucks her satchel away, looking around for a moment so she'll remember where she's hiding it, then looks back towards the Bazaar again.

Brishen's eyes get very, very wide. "R-Reico? REICO!" She looks around quickly. "Jeeze, girl, he's not here. Get a grip." Another quick look is enough to get her flying in a direction that's hopefully out of that thing's flightpath.

The 'dragon' clears another rooftop, but it is dropping. Ahead of it, plastered to the wall of a building, is one of Reico's 'Restore the Tower Clock' posters. The brightly coloured paper almost draws the vehicle towards it, the nose homing in. With a tremendous crash, it flies into the building, wings and body breaking against the wall, mortar and stone cracking and collapsing. The strange device drops into the street in a cloud of dust, smoke, and flames.

Bambridge starts to curse his luck for somehow finding yet another blinkin' dragon. He presses against the wall, half expecting to meet his maker as the contraption roars by overhead. Finding himself untoasted, however, prompts him to reconsider his initial assumption. "Great gobs of tumbler oil! What is that thing! Well… if it's not a dragon, maybe it's worth checking out." The lizard scoots around the shards of chimney pot on the cobblestones, dashing toward the even bigger mess.

Strangely, as the wreck settles, giddy laughter can be heard, along with cries of, "It worked! It flew! I FLEW!"

Brishen blinks a few times as the dragon explodes, then flutters in a circle, working her way towards the Bazaar again. "Beats pasting up posters – Maybe the Temple would be interested in this?" She grins and rubs her hands together, a plan forming.

{Someone could have lived through that?} , Bambridge reaches the edge of the wreckage, and begins gingerly picking his way though it, skirting open flames and sharp, splintered wood. "Hoy! You in there!" he calls. "Are you all right? I'll get you out, hang on!"

Trapped in the wreckage, oblivious to the encroaching flames, is a very happy Eee, who is laughing despite a shredded wing, and his dangerous situation. "It Flew!" A stone drops from the building, smashing on the ground. With a little help, Bambridge should be able to extract him.

Brishen circles overhead, almost pausing on the roof of the damaged building, then spirals downwards. At the moment, she's more concerned with checking to see if anyone IN the building is hurt, but within a few moments she's landed near Bambridge. She rushes over, then glances at Bambridge. "It's y – Oh, nevermind. Let's get him out of here."

His eyes stinging from the acrid smoke billowing up, Bambridge starts pulling at the chunks of wood burying the Eee. "Are you mad?! You were born with wings!" He cuts his thought off as Brishen arrives, nodding at her. "Help me tug this beam off him!"

Brishen grabs the beam hesitantly, then starts tugging. Flap. Flapflapflap. "Ugh. It's heavy!"

A loud clacking sound emerges from around the corner as the guard zeroes in on the noise.

Bambridge glances over his shoulder at the crowd forming. "Stop gawking and get a healer!" The lizard strains some more at the beam, then pauses to rest. He gulps when he notices the guard. {Lovely. Well, maybe he won't recognize me.}

A green Zelak with a large chitin axe walks in, accompanied by another slightly shorter Zelak of a darker shade.

The crowd consists of two Zelaks, everyone else seems to be making themselves as scarce as possible. The fire continues to spread through the canvas and wood wreck, as the bat suddenly becomes more aware of his surroundings. "Eeeeeeee!"

The large Zelak examines the scene impassively, then clacks twice to the smaller one.

Brishen blinks, looking back at the trapped Eeee, and starts tugging at some of the lighter debris holding him down. "The fire's getting worse!"

Bambridge draws his hood lower, trying to keep his face mostly concealed from the Zelaks. {It's unlikely they'll associate me with the recent spike of theft in the bazaar of late… but can't be too careful. I'll give them something to do… } "Guardsmen! There's a citizen trapped in this rubble. Help us move the wreckage to free him! If one of you can bring us a healer, so much the better… "

"AAaaaaah! Get me out of here!" The bat squeaks, managing to squirm back from the flames. Only one large beam holds him in, too heavy for just Brishen to lift by herself.

The smaller Zelak makes a few grinding clacks and slowly walks up to examine the situation. It turns to Brishen and lightly touches her hair with an antennae. A wheezing sound from it's mandibles indicates that the Zelak is scenting the air.

Brishen looks over at the big Zelak, blinking a few times at the small one. "Uh – Help! This beam's too heavy!" She tugs on it demonstratively.

The other Eee, for his part, is trying to shift the beam as well, but it's still stuck despite his efforts

Bambridge braces his feet to prepare to push on the beam again. "Forget the chitin-brains!" he spits, eyeing the bugs ruefully. "I think we might be able to move it if we coordinate our efforts."

The larger Zelak turns to Bambridge, then to Brishen. "Is this warrior required in an emergency capacity for this task?", it clacks.

The smaller Zelak walks forward and grabs the beam, mindless of the flames licking at his legs, and tugs. The stench of burning chitin fills the air.

Brishen nods vigorously. "Yes! Move the beam, so we can get the Eeee out!"

Brishen's eyes widen as a horrible thought crosses her mind. "Be careful! He's hurt!"

The larger Zelak moves in, to also pull on the beam.

"Yes, you stupid-… nggk… yes, warrior, your aid is required." The lizard grates.

"My clothes are catching on fire!" The Eee squeaks, as the Zelak starts to burn as well. With the help of both of them the beam is raised enough that he squirms out. He falls onto the ground, and pats at his smoking pants.

Brishen starts tugging the Eee back, biting her lip as she looks at the smaller Zelak. She's not big enough to help the pair of them though, and grits her teeth, pulling the bat with the shredded wing as far from the fire as she can.

"Its burning, my creation is burning… " The bat laments, then says excitedly, "But it Flew! I flew!" His left wing is horribly twisted and shredded.

The wounded Zelak still mindlessly begins backing away, clutching the beam over its head.

A puffing Jupani rounds the corner with a clattering of armour. He stops, and stares, "What in my mothers'… You stupid Zelaks! Get out of the fire! Whats going on? Who's responsible." The wolf turns on Bambridge.

The large, paler Zelak follows along, co-hefting the beam. It appears singed but mostly undamaged.

Brishen looks over at Bambridge. "Get them out of the fire – " Her voice drops to a whisper as she looks down at the bat's wing. If he's bleeding, she doesn't know what she could do.

Ignoring the melting Zelak, Bambridge checks to be sure the pilot is all right. He winces, looking over the Eee's wing. "I'll go find a healer for this." {It'll give me a chance to leave the scene… uh-oh… } "Uhh… greetings, guardsman. This strange airship crashed, we've just extracted the pilot. I was on my way to fetch a healer."

*BONK* The beam strikes a wall as the two Zelaks back away. The wounded one continues to pedal his legs backwards… a burned leg/arm falls off in the process.

The Eee seems totally unconcerned with his wound. In fact, as he stands, there is a surprising lack of blood. A closer look shows none of the characteristic flight muscles most Eee's have. The Pilot's left wing is a twisted, gnarled claw, that vestigial leather hangs down from; It is highly unlikely this Eee has ever flown, the damage to his wing seems congenital.

Bambridge coughs at the Jupani. "You'd better tend to your flunkies, guardsman, they're valuable investments."

"Dumb stupid bugs." The guard says, "Arrest everyone! Let the Temple sort this one out."

Brishen blinks a few times, looking from the Eee to the dragonship and back. Understanding starts to dawn in her eyes right about when she hears "arrest everyone". "Eep?"

The large Zelak nods, and drops the beam, walking over in a direct line towards Brishen.

"It flew, it flew!" The flightless Eee hops up and down in front of Brishen, unconcerned about his impending arrest, "Oh! It was so amazing, I know! I KNOW!"

A gooey yellow ichor oozes out from the socket the Zelak's leg once resided. It hisses as it comes in contact with another burning leg, but does help put out the flames (if not intentionally). It starts to move towards Bambridge, shedding another leg in the process.

"My shift, it's always my shift." The Jupani grumbles, adjusting a sagging weapon belt and keeping watch over the scene.

Bambridge gulps. {I don't have time for this if I'm to get to the tribesman!} He backs away slowly, then curses as he's noticed.

Brishen looks around quickly for any escape routes, nodding at the Eee. "Well, yes, it did." She looks over at the Zelak. "If you're going to arrest everyone, could you arrest someone else first?"

"Thats it, everyone stay nice and calm." The wolf says in a grating voice that is anything but soothing, "We'll all take a nice trip up to the Temple, and then everything will be fine."

The large Zelak looks at Brishen. "That is within this warrior's command boundaries."

The smaller Zelak reaches out towards Bambridge with a singed arm.

Brishen nods, smiling pleasantly. "Go and arrest someone else then." She starts tugging the crippled Eee away, smiling.

"Ahem." The Jupani guard says, looking straight at Brishen, "You weren't thinking of… leaving, were you?"

The large Zelak clacks, and turns, stepping towards Bambridge.

Bambridge rears back from the disfigured Zelak in disgust. "I'll get word back to your contact!" he yells at Brishen. Raising one scaled paw to the toggle on his cloak, and the other to the buckle of his harness, he unfastens both. With a wide sweep, he hurls he momentarily disappears behind his cloak, throwing it suddenly over his Zelak's face. The lizard is gone, but a strange blur begins moving rapidly away from the wreckage site.

Brishen thinks, an ear twitching. {Maybe I could get someone at the Scouts to talk to the Temple this is too – Oh, bugs!} She looks at the guard. "The fire's not out yet."

Brishen looks back at the building, and the remains of the dragonship.

"Yes, well I'm sure it will… HEY!" The Jupani turns as Bambridge takes off, "After him you dumb bugs! And don't you go anywhere, I know what you look like!" His second comment is directed at Brishen, and the wounded Eee.

The taller Zelak uncannily tracks Bambridge, though it moves at an unhurried pace, following…

The burned Zelak tumbles down as the cloak hits him, the rest his legs fall off in the process.

"I gotta cut down on the hog." The guard puffs, jogging after the Zelak, jumping around the collapsed one.

The shiga-shaped blur looks over his shoulder as he runs. "Gods above curse these hell-spawned bugs… he must be able to smell me or something… " He begins weaving around stalls, looking for a crowd to push through.

Most of the crowd vanished when the 'dragon' first appeared, and the rest soon followed once the crash occurred and the Zelaks showed up. The seemed to have disappeared into shops, homes… and alleyways. The latter being the best option for someone being pursued.

Brishen looks at the Eee. "Uh-huh. Do you like cookies?" she asks the tattered bat as she edges towards an alleyway.

Bambridge smiles to himself. Alleyways, of course! But I need to do something about hive-head's sense of smell." He wrinkles his nose as a thought occurs to him. "Oh, this is going to be rather distasteful, I think… "

The larger Zelak follows Bambridge at an even pace, but one easily outdistanced. It is still much too fast for the Jupani guard, who puffs up beside the bug, then stops and says, "Okay Zelak, you follow his trail till you find him, then you arrest him. Don't forget to eat, or any of those other bug things you do, and don't come back till you catch him."

Brishen tugs harder, hoping she can get away before the guard comes back. "Come ON."

"No, no, I have to stay. This is really valuable." The other Eee points at the burning wreckage that is collapsing into a pile. "Also, it'd be really bad to leave, they will find us."

Bambridge starts to puff as the exertion tells on him. He squints, trying to catch sight of a sign down the street. "Salty Nargnoks Cod'n'Tuber's Shack"

Brishen nods, smiling cheerily. "Which is why I'm going to turn myself in before they do. Come on!"

"Oh no, its okay. You go turn yourself in. Could you send someone here with a cart? I'd really appreciate it." The crippled Eee smiles, "By the way, my name is Jeevan."

Brishen has started to look a bit frazzled, splotches of soot covering her pants and blouse. Her hair's all frazzled too. "Um. Hi, Jeevan. I don't know anyone with a cart. Besides," she winces as timbers pop in the wreckage of the burning dragonship. "I don't know anyone who'd carry a pyre."

The Zelak in pursuit of Bambridge is long out of sight, and tracking by scent. The Jupani is slowly returning to the scene of the crime. "This is not my day, at all."

Bambridge 'rounds a corner, reaching his goal, a greasy-looking restaurant tent. Pausing a moment to catch his breath, he casts his gaze around. He finds what he almost wishes he hadn't. A great big pile of rotting fish-guts, heads, fins, and other sumptuous delights, attended by the standard complement of flies. One a great breath of air, the thief pinches his nose and dives in, rolling around and trying to suppress his gag reflex. "The thing's I'll do for my job… "

"It'll burn out, and the important stuff won't. I have to wait for it." Jeevan tries to explain to Brishen.

Brishen squeaks, ducking her head a little as her ears pick up the sound of an overweight Jupani, and sighs. The Eee is right, and she doesn't know how the Scouts would react to a wanted person ending up on their doorstep. "I knew that – " She looks off towards where Bambridge ran. "Well, whatever wasn't up to any good."

Brishen looks at Jeevan. "What important stuff? It's just wood and paper."

Jeevan points at a dark block near the front of the 'dragon', "That isn't, that's stone… and metal"

Brishen's eyes get very, very wide. "Metal?" She grins a tiny bit, despite herself. {This could get interesting… }

Bambridge stands back up, suitably cologned. He stealthily creeps farther into the alley, finally crouching in the midst of some discarded crates. His skin fades into a grainy wood-like pattern, matching the stained crates and shadows. He sits and keeps watch for his pursuer with slitted eyes, waiting and hoping.

No Zelak appears to follow Bambridge.

"Good, you're still here. Very… *puff* … wise." The Guard arrives. Everyone remaining on the scene is arrested. The Vehicle's is taken as 'evidence'. Reico shows up and offers to bail out Brishen. There are many questions, a few fines, and then the Eees are free. Jeevan with a lot less cash, Brishen with a small commendation for helping in a crisis, and Reico waiting around to collect on his dinner date. Just another strange day in the Bazaar.

… and somewhere, a Zelak tries to carry out its orders, and keeps searching. It's not very bright, but it is unrelenting.