I am….SOOOO so so sooo sorry that this took so long, I hope you guys enjoy this, I am again so god forsakenly sorry

The Pirates' landing craft had hooked onto the rusting, bent railings, reeling themselves in. The sides of their boats hit the bars and made various banging noises, which echoed for a short time. Armored Boots hit the metal floor one foot after another, each brigadier was armed with a standard energy rifle and a melee weapon of some kind, a sword, a dagger, the occasional axe or hammer, they certainly seemed prepared for what lied ahead. The captain and his first mate stepped aboard, two crewmen guarding them on either side. The stones around the guards necks glowed bright orange, their swords sheathed but ready for battle. The first mate stood at attention, the straps of a pack on his back pushing into his skin slightly, while the captain looked upon the small airship. He laughed and spoke.

"This ship is pretty ancient...but I suppose we could get some good salvage from her hull." He scratched at the rust on one of the railing bars.

"Hmm...some of it perhaps..." Said his first mate as he rubbed the rust away from his hand. The captain walked along, his first mate in front of him, and in front of him was a scout who looked forward as he walked along the deck...but not down. He felt air in his next step as he tumbled onto the narrow walkway and slipped through the hole that the mother wyvern had made. He fell through the clouds just as she did. His blood curtling screams could be heard by everyone aboard. Another scout reached out to his falling friend, but it was too late, and he was gone. The captain grabbed his scout by the shoulder.

"Stop, you fool, or you'll fall too!" He said, the falling scouts screams dying out. He and the others moved along slowly across the small walk way, the other scout following last in the group. They had spread out across the main deck of the ship, ready to smash down each door on the captain's orders. The captain stood at the very front of the ship holding a small horn. He brought it up to his lips and blew hard into it, making a low moan. The elves barged into every room pointing their guns at nothing but walls. They all lowered their weapons and began to rip apart each room piece by piece searching for the crew and the artifacts. The captain walked along the deck, each elven team leaving their rooms at attention.

"No finds, sir." They each said simultaneously. The captain sighed, his first mate speaking from behind him.

"They must be hiding somewhere in the hanger below us, captain. Am I...allowed to use the new weapon…?" He asked grabbing the straps of his pack. The captain chuckled.

"Patience number one, all in due time." He said opening the door to the hanger stairwell, A long, dark passageway which slanted downward. "For time...is something they have little of." He said smiling. His men began pouring down the stairs like poison, weapons in hand, he drew his scabbard and followed them behind his first mate, who had nothing more than a determined scowl on his face.

The hanger was open and empty, save a few crates scattered about. Large, flat hanger doors lay shut at the opposite end of the room, a shroud of darkness covering them from the pirates' eyes. They scattered around and took various positions around all of the scattered objects. The captain put the tip of his saber to the floor and spoke.

"Listen well, stonekeepers! I am Captain Tyre'es, former general to his majesties grand elven army during the war! You shall not escape from this unskathed, you are out numbered, out gunned, and out of escape routes. Come out now!...and I may be merciful!" Tyre'es finished his grand speech and was rewarded with echoes of his own voice, followed by silence. He growled softly, turning to his first mate. "Keep IT handy, they may try to pull something." He nodded, kneeling down and dropping his pack beside him. "Search the crates!" He yelled to his crew. They began breaking open the crates with their swords and axes, some using their stones to shatter them completely. All were full, of air that is. The captain looked in disbelief.

"Where are they?" The first mate asked, reaching a hand into his pack.

"I...I don't….." Tyre'es' said trailing on. Though above them there were three figures in the darkness, two hanging by large loading hooks, and another hanging by one's shoulder. Their bodies covered by cloaks, they kneeled onto the thick hooks and Jacob's voice whispered between them.

"Show time." He smiled giddily. They leapt from the hooks, ready for the enemies that lurked below them. They couldn't have been more thrilled.

Hey guys, just wanted to say thank you for reading, and to also tell you that I will be releasing the first chapter of one of my new stories soon. A while back a commentor asked me to create a romance story between Obi-wan Kenobi and Duchess Satine from Star wars the clone wars. It will be out in dew time, as I will be working on this one as well. Hope you'll read it :)