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Gryphos:
--Wild Winds--

Michael entered and, spotting Gareth in the corner, walked over and took a seat beside him, while Roc stood on the table.

Michael
"Found a contract?"

Gareth looked up at him from the paper.

Gareth
"Yes I have. Minimal effort, minimal danger, high pay, sounds good."

Michael
"Great. When do we set off?"

Gareth
"Actually, it's just a simple transportation job and they already have a boat. I'll be departing on the mission with whatever others take part, while you and the crew stick around in Cathedral for the day."

Michael looked at Gareth blankly.

"...Don't worry, it'll be fun. You can take a break, have a few drinks, enjoy the festivities."

Michael
"I guess you're right. It would be good to get a break. And the taverns here have got to be better than the ones back home."

Gareth
"A pile of junk with a glass on top would be on par with the taverns back home."

They laughed haughtily, while Roc was mildly alarmed by the commotion on his table. he gave a tiny squark.

Mill Wilkinson:
Mill took one contract, checked it for any suspicious clauses, then signed. "I am a trained airgunner, can shoot pretty much anything and specialize in Mercury Mark 3 and Echidna Flak cannons, have no family and my loyalty is to who pays my salary on time as agreed upon."
He dried the ink up with a few waves from his military cap and handed the contract to his short-time captain. "And I am looking for a long-term job, too, if you happen to be looking", he added smiling with an amused, yet serious grin.
"When is the takeoff, captain?"

Plasmarobo:
--South Docks warehouse--

Newt carefully inspects the equipment, checking the barrels, swivels and sights of each weapon. They are apparently to his satisfaction. Having finished his work, he returns to Alex. He raises an eyebrow at the man.

Newt
"Looks to be right enough. Look..."
He lowers his voice and leans in, speaking in a careful, conspiratorial manner.
Newt
"If the militia give you any trouble, you come to us. Plasma's got some connections, and the bosses have more. They mean well, but sometimes they're a bit... enthusiastic about security."

He straightens, claps Alex on the back and makes his way to the inn.

--Wild Winds Trading and Acquisitions, Wild Winds Inn--

Plasma grins, pleased with out well his crew is turning out.
He turns to Imagine
Plasma
"A few more. With these two, I've got one more opening. Any more and we dilute the profit a bit. My boss would murder me."

He takes the contracts of Mill and Gareth, rolling them up and binding them with a bit of string. He looks back up at Mill.
Plasma
"I don't think Wild Winds Trading and Acquisitions is looking for more full timers, but there are always plenty of freelance jobs, and I have ... other jobs available usually. Bounties to be collected, the militia sometimes hires civilian ships...if this goes well, I might think about putting together a more permanent little, ah, trading fleet. If you,'re in", he indicates imagine, "that fills out the crew."

He hops over the counter, vaulting with one arm and throws himself onto a bar stool across the room.

Plasma
"Time for a bit of a break! New friends always get a round on me! Emily! Sweatheart! Bring us some of the Cleric's Bitter would you dear?"

The girl shoots him a dirty look, which he deflects using a bright smile, but the drinks are brought, and paid for.

Plasma
"To new beginnings!"

Piemanlives:
Once more they stood outside the warehouse.

Alex
"Richard if you need me I have to head somewhere, make sure the sales from the morning make it to my desk later."

Richard
"Aye captain, so tell me, where are you headed?"

Alex
"You know where."

--Fantastic Fabrics--

Alex
"Ahh it's good to be in this thing again."

He strode out of Fantastic Fabrics with a satisfied look on his face. His duster and other clothes items were finally fixed, and he had some personal funds to pay it off. He cut a handsome figure, a rougish looking face, a black duster over a deep blue vest, a white dress shirt, and brown pants with his boots. His tussled brown hair underneath a naval cap, the ensemble was a left over from his time serving in the Firnfield Militias defending the region from pirates some years ago. He had one more place to visit before heading back to the ship.

--Davidson Blacksmith and Jeweler--

He once more came walking out, this time a pair of swords at his hip, he was also holding a ring. It was a present from his uncle Preston, Uncle Preston was an avid traveler and often times would pick up fanciful trinkets on his travels, this ring was his present to him after he returned from his voyage aboard the IFS Zephyr. It was a good memento from years back, it reminded him of care free days. Of course that doesn't go to say he doesn't enjoy himself now, he loves looking at wrecked ships, not just for their monetary value but also their historical value, like the great iron mammoths that litter countless battlefields, such feats of engineering they must have taken. Of course the only thing that could compare would be the Juggernaut, possibly the largest vessel to grace the skies. looking at his time piece he decided it would be best to get back to the ship soon.

--Aboard the Skyrunner--

Richard loved looking over the sandhills from this vantage point when they docked, they looked so majestic, their slopes ever changing in this landscape. Looking to to west he could see the sand farms, toiling away to provide food for the city, such a thing goes to say they get paid a good salary but it was dangerous work, what with pirates and creatures roaming around along with raiders from slightly hostile towns. Skooter Looters dashed around the sand below some racing, others delivering parcels from towns and taking passengers that couldn't afford airship travel, which was typically safer. He also remembered he needed to have the figures on the captains desk soon. They were done of course, he was no slouch when it came to paper work unlike the captain but he wanted to stay he and look over the land a bit longer.

Gryphos:
--Wild Winds--

Michael left to go check on the Griffinheart's gun installations, while Gareth, hearing Plasma, raised his mug.

Gareth
"I'll toast to this, new beginnings and all that. After all, without new beginnings all we have are... Old beginnings?"

He quickly abandoned the attempted meaningful toast and simply drank up.

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