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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a cat should be able to fly. Not that Captain Steve cared, at least. He sat in the cup of the shoddily-made trebuchet, preparing for lift off. His right hand... something, a demon named Lils, looks mildly unsure about this whole plan.
"I am all set, Lieutenant!" he grins, giving them a thumbs up.
"...Dude, I can do it for you-" they start before a paw covers their mouth. Another gently plops a small potato-like being some may call a "guinea pig" into Lils' arms.
"I am a captain, I can do this. Also can you please take care of Pico just in case things go south?"
Pico wheeked as he sat in Lils arms, he seemed happy about something. Maybe the fuzzy potato smelled some Romaine Lettuce.
The Captain repositioned himself in the trebuchet. He purred and grinned, giving a thumbs up back to his Lieutenant. "Ready whenever Lieutenant!" He yells back to them
Lils sighs, still looking unsure but they knew the feline wouldn't stop about this idea. Releasing the heavy weight, the small feline goes flying. He was very much airborne and flying until he wasn't.
The feline began to crash land, landing and breaking right into a wall where he was trapped. He heard about something like this happening to another Captain but hadn't heeded any of the warnings.
"Uh... well this is awkward, I am sure my Lieutenant will come and help me." He chuckled to himself as he was trapped in the wall.
The captain feels a tug at his feet, and at one point his tail. He hisses, kicking at whoever was pulling on him.
"Ow, OW- FUCK!!!"
...Oops. He was kicking his Lieutenant.
"What the hell was THAT for?" Steve hisses, squirming a little.
Lils grunts. "Just- quit squirming and let me get you the fuck out of this porn setup!"
"...Porn setup?"
"Look, if this was an excuse for another secret rendezvous with your boyfriend, it sure as hell didn't work!"
The feline blushes and huffs. "I did NOT do it for that!"
The demon mumbles a "sure, sure, buddy" as they tug at his boots one more time, pulling Steve out of the wall and sending them tumbling into the sand.
"...Sir", Lils pants, "you BETTER have a backup-backup-backup plan...."
Captain Steve thinks for a moment, until Pico (the guinea pig, not the ginger kid) wheeks to remind everyone he was still there.
"You know Lieutenant, I think I do... round up the other pigs at the stables for me, will you?"