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“Really, Captain? A Horde airship? What in this world would make you think that this would be possible? You’re just a lowly pirate.” The blonde elf looked down at the auburn haired pirate who was being held down by orcs and trolls. The pirate looked up but he had no words for him. Instead, his blue-green eyes shifted to the side of the Admiral to the troll with pink braids standing beside him.
“Traitor,” he whispered.
The Admiral chuckled and sighed in frustration, rolling his eyes and turning away. “Shut him up and lock him away. We’re heading back to Orgrimmar.”
The orcs kicked him over and over, including on the head. The Captain lay on the deck, gasping for breath when the troll knelt beside him. “I be always winnin’, Cristianno.” Tia’Zula whispered in his face before she rose and chuckled.
A blue-green eye opened slightly but all he could see was a wooden board from the ship’s deck before closing as he lost consciousness.
The plan as fairly simple, for such an intricate attack. Board the airship in Orgrimmar dressed as Horde grunts, wait patiently until they were close to the shores of Grom’gol in Stranglethorn Vale, and take over the ship and its crew. Cristianno and his crew had discussed it over and over and it all went well for a while. The humans and dwarves stayed on the ship with Gerty, where they waited for the crew to return through wormholes should something go wrong, while the orcs, trolls and elves disguised themselves as grunts. Cristianno wore an eye patch and hid his hair under a ragged beret. Some were hidden within the shadows, such as Kal, the one Cris called “Shorty,” and Ziggly.
Waiting would be the hardest part of the trip, but if all went well, and Cristianno was confident it would, they would have an airship of their own and abundance of merchandise to sell, aside from the satisfaction of hurting a part of the Horde.
With an eye patch over his eye and his red hair tied back and placed under the collar of his shirt, Cristianno followed orders quietly, gritting his teeth each time he had to say “yes, sir.” They would ride into Stranglethorn Vale and miles before reaching Grom’gol, the airship’s destination, Cris’ crew would attack, overpower the ship, and throw the Horde crew into the water as they flew away successfully.
However, when the signal was given, so was Tia’s signal, causing the grunts to draw and point their weapons at the pirates. Their shocked eyes turned to Cris, who was faced with the familiar elf who had captured him once before: Admiral Lightdawn.
“It’s good to see you again, pirate,” he said with a smile. The conversation ended there as one of Cris’ crew, a troll, attacked the orc that had cornered him. That was enough of a distraction for everyone to start attacking each other.
“Overboard! Throw them overboard!” Cris shouted as he engaged in a sword fight with the Admiral. He glanced over and noticed Kal holding her own, as well as Ziggly and some of the other crewmembers. It wasn’t until one of his orcs was injured, and he called for Tia, that he realized something was not right.
“Tia! Get him, quick!” The order was loud and clear amongst the chaos, but the female troll stood perfectly still, staring at the orc. Cris noticed that she was not fighting and that none of the Horde crew attacked her. In fact, they simply ran by her, pushing her aside, but not one ran with a weapon against her. It was impossible to contemplate the situation with weapons striking against him, so Cristianno focused on what he was doing.
Soon, he heard voice around him shouting “Man down!” Both Cris and Admiral Lightdawn would lose focus for a split second to see who it was that had died. Three pirates, two Horde grunts.
“Wolf, this ain’t gonna happen!” Ziggly cried out, dodging daggers.
“He’s right, Wolf,” Kal concurred as she used explosives against the grunts.
Cris winced at the small explosion and sighed, “Fine, start retreating!” Kal had provided them crystals that triggered wormholes so that they could escape if things went bad, such as that very moment, but the Horde grunts didn’t stop their fight and it was hard to take the crystals and escape.
Ziggly managed to corner himself against the edge of the airship and both his crystals fell overboard. He screamed and kicked the troll that was about to stab him, the daggers catching his arm. Cristianno turned to look at him and without thinking, threw one of his crystals over to Ziggly, but the Admiral quickly intercepted it.
“Don’t you understand? You’re not going anywhere!” The Admiral shouted.
One by one, the pirates began to teleport off the ship, leaving Kal, Ziggly, Cris, and Tia behind. The injured Kal was about to trigger her wormhole when Cris looked at her, but addressed Ziggly. “Get to the ship. Get everyone safe. Then come get me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Wolf? Let’s go!” The goblin looked at his friend and reached for his gun as an orc ran toward Cris. He fired and watched the orc fall back.
Cris tossed his final crystal and with luck, it landed in a satchel Ziggly was still carrying. “Go. Trust me.” He looked at Kal and nodded. “Tell Alaia…” Just as he was finishing his statement, he was hit with a blunt object over his head.
Ziggly screamed as Kal grabbed his hand. “Wolf! Wait! This is the stupidest thing…” Kal managed to trigger the crystal in his satchel and they both disappeared off the airship before he finished his sentence.
Groaning a bit, Cris opened his eyes and saw the hazy silhouette of the Admiral in front of him. He struggled, but managed to start speaking. “Enjoying being a pet of the Horde?” Cris chuckled a bit before an orc kicked him in the back.
“You swam away before we could talk…Captain.” Admiral Lightdawn chuckled and waved at the orcs, ordering them to hold him up. “But this isn’t my game anymore, Captain. You belong to Garrosh now.”
“Great,” Cris managed to smile. “Gives me a chance to tell him how I really feel about him and his stupid Horde.”
“Really, Captain? A Horde airship?”
The airship began to travel back to Orgrimmar without stopping at Grom’gol. Messages were starting to be sent and the proper arrangements were being set up for the elf who was now being labeled a traitor to the Horde.
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