You hesitated momentarily, hands trembling, before rushing forward, sheathing your weapons, and shoving the Goth aside as a lit match fell into the crate. Inside was something out of a legend. A huge egg shelled in gold. It was surrounded by paper shavings to ease the potential damage of travel, which acted as perfect kindling to surround the egg in flame. You reached in before it was completely consumed and pulled it out, tucking it under your arm and dragging Hilda by her medic backpack back toward your plane. You heard the Goth behind you react like he was waking up from something, but you didn't dare turn around while slowly sprinting back to the hatch. You heard the ignition of something significantly bigger than the crate, then another, and another. You lowered Hilda through the open hatch, slid down, and tucked the egg between your legs.
You drew your pistol, took aim, and shot the loop keeping your zeppelin hook in place, briefly freefalling before your wings caught the wind and began to glide towards the mountains. The moving air spun your propellers, and after muttering a calming "Switch on" you flipped your magneto switch. The cylinders ignited, but only your left prop started turning like it was providing power, the right engine only coughed out black smoke. Ah, nuts. The strain you were putting on the engine finally caught up with you. Luckily you could still fly with only one.
The airship didn't explode, there wasn't enough pressure. Just a long, quick, billowing flame that hurt your eyes to look at. Edgar and Tomas had taken care of the stragglers, so it was just the flight home to worry about. You shot up a purple flare. Job done. Finally, you could take a moment to check on Hilda while you kept your legs steering straight. She was breathing, thankfully. So thankfully. Her nose was very broken, and when you opened her eyes her pupils were wildly different sizes. As you moved her head around you saw that there was a massive split in her steel helmet. Stomach turning, you unclipped it and pulled it off her head, seeing a massive fissure in her skull. You choked back vomit, readjusted your flight stick, and reached into her medical pack, pulling out a roll of gauze. it was the only thing you could think to do right now, so you wrapped her head in it until the wound was properly covered. You thought shaking her might make things worse, so you held her still for the flight.
You should fly east. That's where Home is. What? No, you're from up in Loring. Yeah, but Home is to the east. That's where you should go. You should go there right now. Home will be able to help Hilda. There's no time to delay. It sounds like a solid idea to you, Home should be able to do that.
Something in your head is telling you to fly east to a specific but unspecified location.
[ ] Submit and fly east
[ ] Resist and roll your lowest stat. On a miss, take 3 stress. On a partial, take 2 stress. On a full success, take 1 stress.
