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Chapter #5

A Thickening Mist

    by: Isthatso Author IconMail Icon
"Another fine mess, huh old girl?" Sky Admiral Rogers sighed deeply as she rubbed the railing of The Skyfire. The most illustrious airship in the entirety of the Alliance fleet, The Skyfire had already quite the history before falling into the hands of Admiral Rogers. Present at the downfall of Deathwing himself and nearly a Horde conflicts before it, The Skyfire had become a beacon for Alliance soldiers in even the dire of battles, and Admiral Rogers certainly felt that she was in such a position. Surrounded on all ends by a deep impenetrable mist, Rogers and the men and women of the Skyfire had been hopelessly lost for nearly a week now. Handpicked by King Wrynn himself, the crew of the Skyfire were on a mission of the utmost importance, tasked with the retrieval of "The White Pawn". In actuality, Prince Anduin Wrynn who had become shipwrecked in an earlier expedition to a newly emerged continent in the South Seas.

"Admiral Rogers!" shouted a runty gnome from the far deck, diminutive even by the standards of his own people. "You have to come see this."

"First mate, report!"

"Admiral..." the gnome pointed out in front of him. A translucent glow had begun to appear in the mist and as The Skyfire chugged closer, it became readily more apparent what it was, a raging fire in the far distance. The gnome pulled out a spyglass as he peered into the distance, twisting the focus as the image before became more readily apparent. It was a shipwrecked Horde scout, stranded amongst a cluster of jagged rocks illuminated in the mists only by the burning inferno that raged even against the crashing tides. "None of the intell suggested that the Horde would be present!"

Admiral Rogers was taken aback. "Details were scant, but I can't pretend I'm surpris-" The Admiral stopped mid-sentence, as the mist immediately began to clear almost as if it had never been present at all. The Admiral gazed upon the landscape as it so suddenly came into focus. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, a serene forest of sparkling emerald that seemed to stretch on for as far as the eye could see. To go from nearly a week of nothing, but a listless fog to such majesty in a moment's notice was enough to distract the Admiral from what lay right before her feet.

The sound of coarse shouting voices broke her from her trance. It turned out that the Horde encampment below them was just as surprised by the sudden emergence of the Airship as they were.

"First mate; battle stations!!" the Admiral bellowed, as the crew of the Skyfire scurried to the gun turrets, attempting to mow down any Horde that made it to the goblin flak cannons below. The battle raged for what seemed to be only a moment, the Skyfire reigned havoc upon the unprepared denizens of the make-shift forward camps, but it ended as quickly as it started as a goblin engineer managed to set off a dragon rocket at the big broad target. The goblin missile hit with the force of a cataclysm, the entire airship careened violently in response as it struggled to keep altitude. The Admiral rushed to the engine room, barely managing to keep her balance as the Skyfire lurched violently, throwing any crewman to close to the railing overboard. The Admiral arrived just in time to see her engineers hard at work, trying to keep the engine running by any means necessary. "We need to cool it down, it's going critical" one of the engineers shouted, as the engine roared, steam erupting from nearly every safety gauge attached. "It's going to blow!!"

The Admiral deftly dived to her feet, barely managing to stay aboard as the backdraft from the explosion blew the stern of the ship clear off. Rogers watched in horror as crew mates plummeted to a watery death, swept clean off their feet by the force of the explosion. Rogers took a tight grip of the railing, as pulled herself up to take one last look at the carnage below her. She managed to spot the one thing that gave her hope in her final moments the sign of a rampaging Worgen tearing an entire grunt platoon apart limb from limb in a brutal blood frenzy.

"Ha, that almost makes it worth it."

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