OOC: Lol, I am gettin a Shadow of the Colossus vibe.
Clouds burst open as a large object zoomed through the chaotic skies, soaring over the city, the gunfire and screams below being drowned out by the whine of its engines.
The craft was big, surprisingly so, considering how fast it was going. Long and cylindrical, it resembled an old-fashioned Zepplin, albeit, without an actual explosive balloon.
The cylindrical object that took the shape of a Zepplin's balloon was instead a heavily armored chassis, which contained the engines, living quarters and a plethora of gun batteries.
Underneath, attached to the faux "balloon" by a series of thick steel bars was a smooth, pointy, house-sized box, decorated ornately with a golden skull and crossbones, and various other effigies. A large rounded window allowed the captain to see out of his aircraft, at the chaos below.
Because of how smooth and how the craft was actually shaped, the speeds it was able to reach far outperformed the Empire's Airship Fleet, with the exception of the smaller fighter craft, and seeing as how the captain had no qualms about the law, the weaponry was considerably better as well, at least better then the run of the mill dreadnought.
The captain of this vessel sat on a large throne-like chair, a series of highly complicated computers wired to it. With a few button presses, a fuzzy image of a large beast caught in a bridge came into view. The captain smirked as a red crosshair fell over the squirming beast.
He activated a loudspeaker and yelled down to the city below.
"Attention, anyone who may care enough about their own lives to do so. I am captain Farlan Kisling. I am about to launch a pair of HIGHLY explosive missles at the rather large and perpetually unpleasent beast over there. If anyone wishes NOT to be blown to bits, I would highly reccomend running as fast as you can, because in five seconds, somebody is going to have a VERY bad day."
He clicked off the intercom and locked the crosshair onto the demon.
He hesitated over a small red button, pausing for dramatic effect, then pressing down on it.
A pair of missles streaked forward, heading straight towards the immobalized Barlan's chest.