Of course when given a vessel one must know it inside and out in order to use it effectively. So after dropping their stuff in the quarters they will be using for the duration of the "Expedition" the two of them begin exploring the ship, Reagan in an effort to understand the vessel she will probably be piloting, and Amelia because her new found understand of engineering has given her an appreciation of the vessels that fly through the sky. After finding numerous crew accommodations the two of them stumble upon the loading bay, large enough to store a small vessel or two, and the a fore mentioned Half-Track and Tank, the two of them involuntarily sighed, though it had been a good chunk of time since Vyshtorg it was still rather fresh in their minds, still they at least knew the capabilities of such vehicles. Still Reagan examined the space, two large doors stood on opposite sides, allowing cargo and other items to be carried in from the side while docked. A loading crane lined the ceiling, and it gave her a really bad idea, well, it could probably be considered bdrlinebrilliant.
"Amelia I'll be returning shortly I have some things I need to check on."
She sighed, "Of course, I'll remain on the vessel until you return."
"Brilliant." And with that Reagan sprinted out the cargo doors and onto the dock, making her way to the south docks where Alex kept his warehouse, and hoped they were in.
--Cathedral, South Docks--
Things were finally getting back to normal, which for everyone involved was relief, of course Amelia had run off and ended up joining the guard, which was something that one Alexander Henley could understand to a degree, after living such a sheltered life one might find the current situation dull and unexciting, not his crew, they appreciated the change in pace but it was best that it was only on occasion that a world shattering event happened. At the moment Alex and Richard were cataloging the items retrieved from their latest salvage op, a client had wanted a few items of personal value retrieved from the wreckage of a freighter that had been grounded in a storm. Client had been kind enough to offer anything else on the vessel as payment so long as it could fit in their ship, the Skyrunner, which was currently moored just outside their warehouse. There hadn't been all that much, somethings had already been salvaged, such as weapons, but they did find the items of interest and a few valuable pieces of cargo. Which they had sold at a hefty profit, they had also salvaged some equipment, which was now on the floor in front of them.
"Alex, got to hand it to whoever built these engines, they're tough."
"Richard, if an engine isn't tough it isn't worth much, still we have to figure out what to do with the, we could replace our current compliment but not fully, we could also do... something, I'd have to examine them and draw up some plans."
He thought it over, "Think we could build a-" There was a knocking at the door. The two of them kept switching their gaze from the door to each other before Richard made a move for it, "I'll get it." The person on the other side however was not someone he was expecting to see today.
"Reagan, fancy seeing you here." He stood aside to let her in, to her the warehouse hadn't changed much, though its contents had, a few unfamiliar weapons were organized upon the floor, others were elevated by racks and other dedicated equipment.
"So," Alex approached her with a flask in hand, which she took gladly. "What brings you Captain?"
"I was hoping you'd do me a favor, the rocket craft, I was hoping you'd give it to me for a job."
Both men raised their eyes at that, "A job?" Richard asked, "I suppose this has to do with your current duties?"
"Somewhat, you've probably heard about the expedition, well I joined." She smiled at both of them, "Cathedral needs someone with the city in mind out there, and I was hoping... that the rocket craft could give us a few extra options out there."
Alex spoke up, "It's yours as much as it is ours, still, try not to break it."
She laughed, "I do what I can. So, shall we fly it over?"
--Cathedral, Militia Dockyard, The Transport (Does it have a name?)--
Amelia had decided that yes, she did in fact quite like their home away from home. She was also stuck wondering what Reagan had planned, that was answered a few moments later, as a rocket craft landed in the bay. Three people climbed out of it's cockpit and she decided that she would take a few moments to examine it. In a way it was like a plane, it had two wings, a cockpit (Made for at least three obviously.), the rear of the craft was adorned by a rocket engine, a gatling stood out from the back of the cockpit, and two points on the nose she could see what could only be rocket launchers serving as it's main armaments. The moment she turned her attention to it's pilots she instantly recognized Captain Henley, Richard, and Reagan and waved to them, they waved back of course and went back to discussing what she assumed were old stories.
