KingOfIcecream

"Right, I didn't want to complain." He flew up to the top of the balloon of the third Airship and unstrapped the saddle that was connecting them. Kyros panted, "W-We're safe here," he panted some more, "They're not goi-going to shoot at their own ballo-balloon."

"Alright." Kyros leaped up and began to flap his wings. Within moments, they were ouut of the Antigone. They had come up to one of the ships. "Ratchet, fire at that balloon."

((cannons don't overheat they take too long to reload.)) Kyros facehoofed to Ratchet's response, "Ratchet, if it will get rid of these ponies, I'd do almost anything." Kyros approached Ratchet and put the saddle around the both of them to tie them togeather, "Are you ready to take flight?"

Kyros thought to himself, "Well, seeing how we're short by... Oh.... 5 ponies. I guess I need to do my share of manual labor." He walked around wondering what he should do, when he saw Ratchet roll out with an interesting device. "Mother of Celestia...." He said.

Kyros told Ratchet, "Just because I haven't given the exact order doesn't nescesarily mean that you shouldn't do it anyway. Of course I want a return fire. Send LockHart and Striker down to the hull to fire off the cannons," He paused, "Oh, and Ratchet, do we have any shot guns on us?"

A month had passed and luckily, the new recruits had managed to stay alive since then. Kyros looked past the nose of the ship with a telescope. He could see the mountain range comming up. Kyros said, "Ratchet, the mountain range is comming up. Be ready to manuver past them."

"Right." They both walked over to LockHart. Kyros slid off the left brace, and Ratchet slid off the right brace. They each picked one up, and simultaneously threw them to the world below. "Guah!" came a voice from below. Kyros leaned over the side, "... Sorry." The man seemed to be nocked out though. Almost immediately, they began to ascend.

Kyros put his hoof to his chin, "Yes, it crossed my mind as well. But at this point, I'm desperate for crew members."

Kyros looked at striker, "Mr. Striker, you're a soldier. It seems that you don't know what a soldier does in his line of work. You have no need in this category." Kyros looked around at what was so heavy. He had accounted for the weight of everything, and they were just within the weight limit. What was it that was slowing them down? Kyros asked, "Ratchet? What is almost completely useless but still weighs alot? I'm trying to think of things that we can toss."

((Alright guys, I've been sympathetic enough for you all who haven't posted or even looked at the rp yet. So, without further adeiu, we're leaving you in the dust. Except for you, PinkieDaShy. We're just saying that you're in your quarters.)) Kyros' patience had eventually run out. He walked over to Ratchet who had eventually made his way to the top deck. "Ratchet," He began, "It's been what seems like four weeks since we started admitting ponies onto the ship. It pains me to say this, but we'll be leaving now. I'll leave a notice near this area on the dock to tell them where the ship is," Kyros sighed, "We'll meet up with them at the next stop." He went back to his quarters to write the note. It read: To those who enrolled for the HAS Antigone, We've decided that we've waited long enough for you to come to the ship. Go east to Hoofington, that's where we're stopping first. I expect to see you there. -Kyros Kyros then walked back onto the ship, "Well, Ratchet, fire her up."

Kyros darted a hoof to the crew's sleeping quarters.

Kyros gave a salute and then walked away from the two colts.

"Awwww..............." Kyros looked down, "Party pooper."

"Worse?" Kyros walked up from behind striker and gave him a slap on the back. He then chuckled, "Just be glad that you haven't been caught by a selectionist. They need to take people who are unwilling to be tested on because almost always the tests fail." He gasped for breath over laughter, "Or ma-mabey if the industrialists win, we'd all be dead because odds are that they're weapons will backfire and nobody would survive the nuc-" He couldn't speak anymore due to his own joking.

Kyros looked at Striker with a raised eyebrow, "It was addressed to eveybody who enlisted, but if you forgot, here it goes: We're up against two forces. There's the selectionists who are a bunch of crazy ponies who believe that the pony race should become dominant and are working to make a super breed of ponies. Then, there's the industrialists that have higly advanced warefare weapons. They'd be fine except that they have no idea of the dangerousness that they're toying with. Those weapons could send equestria into a nuclear winter." He stopped for breath, "Oh, and they're working togeather."

"Well, under such odd circumstances, I'm happier to have you than to not at all have had you at all. Not to mention, we wouldn't stand a chance against what we're up against if we left with only six crewmen."

"No, just a legitament 'thank you'."

Kyros turned to Striker, "Ah- Yes. Thank you, Striker."

Kyros walked into the conversation that the two had just finished, "Finally a new pony! I was affraid this was all that showed up." Kyros stuck his hoof out for a hoofshake, "Anyway, I'm capitan Kyros. And you are...?"

Kyros looked around the ship. He saw Lemony Snickers leaning against the door to the kitchen. Lock Hart, Striker, Midnight, and SketchBook were all on the deck. Ellewen was boarding the ship. And he was sure that Ratchet was having quality time with the ship's enginroom. He remembered that the list of crew members was more than 7 ponies. "Hrm..... Where is everybody?" He wondered.

Kyros turned to Ratchet, "Top secret? And why can't I know about it? Oh well, send it into the storage room."

((One at a time, damn!)) Kyros looked between the two ponies wondering which one to answer to first. He then descided to end his conversation with the highly suspicious pony, "Well, so long as I have your coin in my posetion, you might as well make your way up my gangway." He then turned to Striker, "Yes, I know you're Striker. I was in the engine room when you came in unauthorized. You seemed to not even see me due to you being caught up in attempts to make friends with everybody. No, you're not late, otherwise, I would have tracked you down, rather than you comming to find me. Last, No, there isn't a problem here. I can handle it myself." Kyros turned from the two ponies and tried to escape somewhere in which he wouldn't be ambushed by new recruits with the same questions/introductions.

Kyros knew something was wrong here, "Oh, before you leave, I have to ask, why'd you change the topic? You wouldn't be trying to lie to the capitan, would you?" He gave her a questioning look.

Kyros counted the money, it was one hundred and twenty bits, "So, you're just a normal pony, eh?"