(It's about time I did something with these jokers...) High above the skies of Old Russia, a Ketch bearing the colors and markings of the House of Thieves appeared from a jump. The massive ship was descending rapidly, and also seemed to be on fire... Everywhere. Bits of the ship's hull fell off and hit the ground below. The ground shook as the Ketch crashed into the dirt and ice. Inside, the Kell of Thieves reached up and grabbed a control panel to hoist himself up off of the floor. Alarms were blaring and servitors were floating about in a panic, desperately trying to make repairs. If it weren't for the ringing in his ears, all the noise would probably drive Rixian mad. He rubbed his forehead and muttered something under his breath. "17...." (The running gag lives on! Also Open!)