Rae gasped as the boat lurched, not as a result of the Major's assistance but of some other force. Crawling to the edge of the deck, Raegun craddled tightly under her arm, she peered over the railing.
It was the frelling Pleisaur baby, diving out of the water, belly-flopping on the surface, and generally making a worse racket than he had on their first encounter...
"Jila!" she howled, gesturing to the sorceress. "What's its problem?"
"I think it finally figured out that the longboat's not its mother!" Jila shouted over the noise, her expression half-amused, half-horrified.
"What the frell are you talking about?"
Jila wordlessly pointed to the Major, hovering above the longboat and staring down at the dino with a bemused expression.
It thought the Major was its Mama? That Pleisaur had issues...
"Okay, new plan!" she shouted. "Major, I think we have it from here. Can you just hover and produce a solid downdraft?"
"Is that wise, Rae?" Jila asked uneasily.
"Between his downdraft and those mini-tsunami's the baby's making... It may not swamp them, but they'll be forced to turn back, at least for a time."
"But, the baby..."
"Safe in the Major's claws, I'm sure. Come on. Cut us free!"
"We still don't have engines!" Ragnar protested.
Rae rolled her eyes and stomped to the wheel-room. (Neat trick the way the boat was heaving.)
"How many frelling magic users and Force nudgers do you honestly think it takes to move a tub this size? Frell, if you want, I can open a wormhole right there!"
She pointed to a point a few meters in front of the figurehead. There was already a singularity in the subspace there. She could feel the space there ebbign and rippling, waiting. Wormhole, plot hole, which was it? Did it even matter when they were being chased by the gods only knew who? And, in spite of what some of the others suspected, these particular thugs were not 'friends' of hers.
"No! No wormholes!" Ragnar shouted, shaking his head.
Well, he had a point about how much luck the Scoobs had always failed to have with those in the past.
Emram! Get your Jedi eema up here! she sent as loudly as she could.
She could have sworn he was in the wheelhouse before she finished the thought. An obedient male. Such a lovely change from what she was used to. Grinning, she conjured a 3-D image of the surrounding area.
"We have hostiled coming at us from here, here, and here," she told him, gesturing. She sent a mental image to Jila as well, willing her to join them. As the sorceress arrived, she continued. "That leaves us two safe egresses. Here, and... there."
"No wormholes," Ragnar repeated.
"Then this is our way out. I think between the three of us we can... nudge the ship in that direction. Don't you?"
"Once we're outside the wake being created by the baby, the current and prevailing winds can carry us this far," Ragnar offered, gesturing to Rae's magical map. "It's open water, not frequented except by the occassional Pirate of the Carribean."
"Victorian pirates and undead curses. Nothing we haven't handled in the past before," Rae agreed, grinning at him. "And once we're on the open sea, not being harrassed, Rag here should have plenty of time to get the engine back up and running."
"What about your friends?" Ragnar asked.
"Not mine and it'll be awhile before the turbulence settles enough for them to get through," Rae answered, raising an eyebrow. "What do you say, people?"
A moment's silence in the cabin, overshadowed by the sounds of the firefight outside.
"Let's do it," Jila said, nodding.
"Okay. On three. One, two, push!"
The boat took off with a lurch, knocking all four of them to the ground as it merrily accelerated past the range of the enemy's weapons.
Will it work? Jila asked quietly.
Well, it'll at least buy us some time...