--Dandy Lions Trading Co. Headquaters, Paradox's Office--
He sat there behind his handcrafted desk, mechanical legs on the table, smoking a cigar. He leaned deeper into the leather, it creaked and settled. His two most competent advisers, Jennifer and John, told him of the immense amount of delays.
"Well sir, the entire city is still recovering from yesterdays massive storm. Road conditions are preventing intercity transport of goods, delays will be inevitable..."
"We shut the main hatches of hangars one through forty, to protect the light ships. The large and heavy sized ships were not affected by the weather, save the slight delays from frozen engines and the such. How shall we proceed?"
Papa looked disgruntled, It always unnerved him when they finished each others statements. He straightened his top hat and took his legs off the table to sit up.
"Unload the light ships, equip them with dragon tongues... Today we set the city aflame"
With those words, his assistants were off, they walked down his massive office, the walls lined with bookshelves full of ledgers, Jens shoes echoed as they hit the marble floor. Paradox walked to the viewing balcony behind his desk, from here he could oversee the massive trade dock, a sea of hangars where the small ships resided, and the large ships that were forced to weather the storm. Within minutes forty hangar doors started to retract. Once opened the only sounds he heard were sputters and cracks, and then a low hum as hundreds of ships began to leave the hangars, as more and more ships hit the minimum safe distance, the engine sounds culminated in a symphony of metal.
"Well this should hurry things up, everyone knows the council is flakin' useless."
