"We need to eliminate the First Responders."

"No. They're too fast. The moment they spot us, they'll flee to the nearest Government island."

"We must. Our spies have reported more activity around where our coal farm is."

"I agree with High Priestess Zodiac. the First Responders own the fastest airships in the kingdom - they'll get reinforcements, cut down our fleets, and send more ships there. By slowing their search, we'd be revealing our coal source."

"Shush, Keflar. The Scallion is their mobile headquarters - we destroy it, they'll be puny compared to us."

"Scab, shut your mouth. we can't risk the coal, but we can give up the station. halt production, get the coal and people, and pull out - the slaves are worthless."

"RrrrrRRRG - FINE! Send the cargo ships! Take the coal to refill the city and the rest to the stores!"

"FOR THE CULT!"

"FOR THE CULT!"

"For the cult."

                                                     ----<-->----

A tattooed Nightwing was sitting on the lower bridge of the Scallion, watching the clouds speed by. The Rosmarinus sped alongside the First Responders HQ, it's turrets raised and loaded for combat. the figurehead on the bow of the small warship gleamed sharply as the propellers spun rapidly, paving a gorge in the clouds with the wind they picked up. No ship over the continent -  no cultist, no pirate, no Government Borilliom - could keep up with the rightly named First Responders.

"Like the view?" Another tattoo-covered dragon said.

"What there is to view, yeah." The first dragon said.

"Well, Xanion, I think we have a lot of time on our hands. Short breaks, lots of engines, the next island miles away. We have a whole few minutes. And we maaaaaay have found out where the Cultists get all their coal..."

"Harrier! Why didn't you say so?" Xanion said, suddenly eager to get back to work. The Cultists are secretive, but the entire kingdom knew about them because of their infamous terrorist assaults, and Xanion in paticular had lost his whole family to one of the first attacks when he was three.

So he HATED the Cultists with a burning, deadly hatred. Any chance to kill even one, he took.

As Xanion climbed up the ladder to the main body of the Scallion, he imagined the faces on the Cultists, low on coal, as a vast, nearly unbeatable Government fleet of warships and civilians alike neared their came to kill them all.

"Captain," he said at the main bridge. Harrier loyally followed; she and Xanion were good friends. "I would like to leave break early. I heard that we're close to finding the Cultist's coal source?" Captain Lorenger turned to Xanion.

Lorenger is the captain of the Scallion and one of the First Responders' founding fathers. He was a large Skywing-Sandwing hybrid who was absolutely covered in tattoos of arrows and gusts of wind. his friends, other founders or the most loyal of the First Responders, were in other ships of the fleet. 

"Of course you do, Xanion," he said with a smile.

"Is that a yes?" Xanion asked in response.

"Yes, yes, you can return to work, just don't over work yourself."

"Yes, sir!"

With those two words, the eager Nightwing nearly ran to the main propeller to shovel coal into a burner.