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Carn:
"Eh, as long as they don't weigh the ship down. I'm still putting you down as the repair monkey."

Koali:
"Can you scratch out 'monkey' and write in... Uh... You know what? Just leave it as monkey."

Carn:
Carn shrugs non-nonchalantly.

"Your short, young, energetic, and can engineer. That sounds like a repair monkey. Also if you want PC, don't talk a a former Anglean Gunnery Sergeant."

Koali:
"Nah, I just wanted a funnier title."

Piemanlives:
Somewhere In The City:

There was a very long list of things Reagan should be doing at this moment befitting her rank as a captain of the guard. At the moment that list was sitting in a waste basket on the other side of the room as she lay there. She had parted with Captain Henley and co a few days before they left town, left was probably a bit much. It was more accurate to say they went about their actual jobs, their jobs being scavengers and hiring themselves out to people looking to recover lost vessels. Honestly she couldn't blame them, after countless weeks of odd happenings, terrorists, political intrigue, city wide battles, and countless amounts of aerial combat.

Honestly she could sympathize with the man, no one needed that kind of action in such a short space of time. Still this left her with an issue, she was bored. As much as her colleagues would like to say this was not much an issue, it wasn't. She had a penchant for making trouble and leaving her subordinates with the paperwork, that was something she kept forgetting to thank Alex for, the man was a master at avoiding paperwork and somehow dumping it on his subordinates while getting off scot free, the bastard. Still this didn't really help that though she had plenty of things she could be doing, things that she was getting paid to supposedly do, she didn't want to do any of them.

She rose from her couch in the apartment she had bought when she transferred in from Firnfeld a few years back, it was a nice place close to the market so there was certainly plenty to do if she put her mind to it, which she didn't. Instead of putting on casual clothes she threw on her uniform before stepping out into the streets amid the hustle and bustle of the mid afternoon. Perhaps on her way to headquarters she would pick up a thing or two for dinner if she took her shift far into the evening. As walked she passed a couple of patrols and guard kiosks, each in turn passing along their greetings and perhaps a few too many cat calls, still it was nice to see that militia forces had finally began recovering, though it had been a few months they never really got into the stride until they had come back with those new vessels, at which point a number of new recruits began popping up in ridiculous quantities.

She passed by the Wild Winds as she usually did, though as per usual few notes actually caught her eye, in this case one.

SEEKING WILLING ADVENTURERS

Captain looking for able-bodied men for an expedition to unknown and exotic lands. Funded by a wealthy benefactor, those who apply will be paid a hefty sum of 10,000 gold crowns. We will be exploring the lands south pass the Guild Borders into the unknown just as the Great Gabriel did to thrust us into the Age of Air. The journey ahead maybe mysterious and hazardous, and the weak need not apply, but those willing will be greatly remembered as those who courageous the wild frontiers. To those who want to apply, meet at the center of the city. Located at the Militia Docks, a medium transport will be docked and waiting.

"Well, I guess that's something isn't it?" Reagan began thinking about the implications as she made her way through the crowded streets to the Militia's Dockyard in the city.

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And we're back, Alex and Co are still hanging about Cathedral and possibly may pop up every once and a while, Reagan will be taking the spotlight for the most part though a few characters may be introduced, I have no idea yet.

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