slightly long, but informative post

Since we haven't heard from the rest of the party, we'll take it up where Mike
left off (with the correct Dirk response).
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Mike spoke up, "Lets just give them their damned submarine, I wanna get
outta here"
"OK, is everyon else in agreement?" White Wolf asked
"I'm fine" Kayn replied
"Yeah, whatever" Allie replied.
Dirk remained silent.
They walked back into the room and Kayn said to Etid,
"OK. You want your sub, we'll get it"
"Good" Etid happily replied, "Now, how will you go about catching it?"
They all looked confused, "I thought you knew how to catch it?" Kayn
questioned. The Dwarfers fell silent for a moment. None could think f
something. Mike had an idea, "These Eniram, they're fishmen, right? Why
don't we just fish for one or trap one in a net?"
The rest stared at Mike, "What?"
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"So we're really going to do this, huh?" Dirk couldn't believe how self obsorbed
the rest had become. "Let's just forget about the fact that we don't even know
if the Enriams have even attacked the Areons, or that we have no idea who or
what we've put ourselves up against."
The group was sitting in a flying craft of the Areons. Their captors wouldn't
trust them with their own Starbug. The cockpit was not seperated from the rest
fo the ship and he could hear everything they were saying.
Dirk nudged Kayn. "Do you see what he's doing?" he whispered. Kayn nodded.
"Do you think you can fly this thing after watching him?" Kayn shrugged. The
Areon ship seemed to be piloted on a completely different principal. Instead of
a joystick and footpedals, the ship seemed to be directed by a control panel
that the pilot's fingers ran across and punched rather quickly.
The ship itself was very small compared to the Starbug. It was big enough to
hold the pilot and ten passengers and their gear. Dirk supposed that it was a
troop transport and deployment vessel. The net that they had constructed was in
the cargo hold at the very rear of the plane. It was designed and painted to
look like a large bird from the air. He couldn't decide if that was out of
stealth, religious devotion, or plain stupidity.
"We will be landing shortly. The bay is just ahead," gruffley spoke the pilot.
The Areon Army Intelligence, if there is such a thing, had noticed a lot of
activity in the bay area. The bay's entrace was senturied by two towering
cliffs on either side; so, that's where it was decided that they would have the
best luck. Dirk doubted the ability of their being able to capture a battle
submarine with a net; but, after all, he was against the whole idea of helping
the Areons anyway.
The plane set down in a clearing next to the bay. They all exited the craft.
The idea that the Areon's trusted them enough to only have one guard with them
troubled the scientist. As he looked into the air he noticed the two planes
that had followed them. Undoubtedly they weren't trusted. "I've got a bird for
ya right here," Dirk said as he flipped off the two circleing planes.
"Dirk! Are you going to help us or not?!" called out White Wolf. He and the
rest were already unloading the net from the craft.
An hour and a half later, the group were wrestling the net into the gap between
the cliffs and into the water. "Call me Ishmael," Dirk muttered while lowering
his part into the water. White Wolf and Allie were on one side. Dirk had
insisted that he and Kayn went to the other cliff, Mike followed Kayn over and
helped. "Listen, we need to make sure we have other options, in case this
doesn't go down according to plan."
"Are you talking about escape?" asked Mike in wonder.
"Maybe, if Kayn thinks he can fly that thing."
"Yeah, I think so. It'll take some getting used too," the young pilot replied.
"Don't think you'll have time for that," Dirk pointed up. Kayn and Mike looked
up to see the two patroling Areons in the air. "I won't lie to you guys. I
don't like how White Wolf is handleing this. We should have never stuck our
noses in where it didn't belong. Now we're part of some smeggin' war we know
nothing about, between species we know nothing about. It might just wind up
getting us killed." Mike seemed to be a little unnerved by this. "I don't want
White Wolf to know anything about this, understand. This is all on the DL(down
low)." The two nodded.
"What are you doing over there?! Lower it down more!" shouted WW over the gap.
Hours had past since they had set the net up. Each memeber of the crew was
taking his, or her, turn checking the net periodically while everyone else set
up camp. Dirk was coming back from his appointed round. "ARGH! Me maties.
Shiver me timbers and batten down my hatches." He leaned himself against a tree
boardering the shoreline. He looked up into the sky. There was only one Areon
plane there now. 'One down, one to go,' he thought to himself. He pulled out
his Swiss Army knife and began to whitle away at a piece of wood.
His actions lately couldn't be explained, even by him. For some reason, he had
gotten it into his mind that this was wrong and that he shouldn't even
participate. Why? Just a month or so ago Dirk would have been the first to
say, "Let's grab what we need and screw whoever we have to to get it." But not
now. He had all but made himself an enemy to White Wolf over this whole thing.
But why? Was Dirk developing a conscience? This could mean trouble if he was.
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