|The Adventures of Burriz Leichtcheer
Author: Futuramakid PM
An AU BLoSC story, with a steampunk motif. Captain Burriz "Buzz" Leichtcheer was the pride of the English sky navy. This is his story. T, just to be safeRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,090 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 06-16-09 - Published: 08-04-08 - id: 4447104
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The Adventures of Burriz Leichtcheer
DISCLAIMER: I own my interpretations, but not the characters they're based off of.
The year is 1872. It is an
age of wonder. 20 years ago, man took his first steps to the sky.
Today, steamdriven airships roam the skies, as common as ships at
sea.. This is the story of a man, nay, a legend, of this era. This is
the story of Captain Burriz "Buzz" Leichtcheer.
Britannia Airship Base. November 4, 1872.
An older man in a British naval admiral's uniform stood on a prosthetic leg at a desk. The man had a large grey mustache, and a powdered wig. He was looking intently at a map. A knock comes at the door.
"Come," the man says.
A young, raven-haired man enters the room. He wears an English navy uniform as well, but is of the lower rank of captain.
"Ah, Leichtcheer," the admiral greeted the captain as he came in, "how was your last mission?"
"A success, as always, Admiral" the confident young man replies.
"Good, good. I have a rather interesting assignment for you," the admiral replies.
"Oh?" the captain says, unsure what to think.
"We have been in communication with a Russian noblewoman, who wants to defect from her country," the admiral continues, handing the captain a picture, "her name is Mira Novachek. She is a relative of Alexander III, the current Czar. You are in charge of escorting her out of Russia."
The captain examined the picture. She was a beautiful woman, with beautiful blue eyes, long red hair, and a very slim, sprite-like figure.
"Word is Alexander has paid many hired guns to assure she stays, but they should be no match for you and your..." he paused, thinking of a polite word, "interesting crew."
The captain sensed the
emotion behind the last statement.
"Admiral Nebula, XR is as competent a sailor and noble a man-"
"-As anyone in the fleet. I know, son, I know. You've told me before. There's just something to be said for flesh and blood," the admiral interrupted, "but your crew is your business. All that matters on this mission is you get her here safe. You are to leave tonight, at 9:00 P.M."
"Understood, Admiral, permission to go prepare?" the captain inquires.
"Granted," the admiral replies.
The captain salutes, and leaves. He walks out onto the flight deck, and starts up a ramp onto his ship.
"Oi, Buzz! How'd the meeting with the Admiral go?"
Buzz looked to his companion. XR was a model of modern engineering, a hulking, steam-driven automaton with all the precision, ability, and personality of a human.
"As can be expected, XR,"
"So, what do we got?" XR asks excitedly.
"An escort mission. A defecting Russian lady," Buzz replied.
"Sounds routine enough," XR replied.
"She's related to the Czar, he's got hired guns watching her," Buzz adds.
"No match for THESE guns," XR boasts, as various guns spring from his forearms.
"That's the spirit, XR. I'll be in my cabin, trying to figure out the best route," he says, "You get this ship ready, I have a feeling we're in for a long night."