Monday, September 1, 2014

Devils Own ( A Steam Punk and Mystic Tale ) 1.10

1.10.

Irina loosens the regulator nozzle on the tub while directing the flames erupting from the multi tube to create a fireball. The fireball would propel by the air pressure towards the target she had set at a hundred feet. On impact the fireball would cover the five feet diameter in seconds. Her design was only to shoot the flame, but the treated fuel with chemical added would burn at a higher heat and caused a more intense fire. She smiled at her own contraption which could be mounted onto her back to be used as a personal weapon, or it could be mounted onto a wheeled contraption creating dual cannon of flames.

It was then her frustrations stepped in when the flame fizzled out.

“Damn!” Irina cursed out before she lowered the spluttering cannon of fire from the lack of pressure to propel it. She had been trying to control the release of the compressed air to extend the distance of the flame. She reached for the belt to unslung the triple canister on her back when she felt the hands helping her. She was overjoyed and turned around.

“Father!” Irina took a step back.

“I am sorry. Did you expect to see him?” Master Galeb asked his daughter.

“No, I was not. I was …” Irina tried to explain but inside her she was upset. She had known her lover had taken another task after having barely survived the last one. The assassin could refuse at that seniority but Kassius had just nodded. Irina had buried her sadness in her inventions, hoping that one of them, or all of them would help the assassins in the task. She broke out in tears and ran to her father’ arms. The older man soothe down his daughter’ cries. He had been with her when Kassius did not report in. The Guild does not encourage any others to find him, but Master Galeb had sent someone there. It was a young apprentice, Lucas. He came back with the information that the assassin was captured and held imprisonment.

In the next two weeks, Irina had tried every means on how to save her lover. She finally found the means to keep him nourished. She had designed a mechanism which allowed her to interact with the flying creatures. Her most advanced one was an owl she had befriended. She had constructed the metal cap that would allow her to tap into the owl’ brain by activating the synapse signals in it. The bird could respond to the basic commands. The bird helped her fed the prisoner with the serpents.


But who would feed them when the Devil’s Own was under siege.

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