The Warehouse
"Think you can set it up? Been some time since I shot one. Plus I think I know someone who might want to have some fun." he smirks as he eyes Dalhia.
Militia Docks
With the paperwork finalise, those who were chosen for the expidition start arriving to the transport. Three ships: a Galleon, Golldfish, and Junker, begins their landing procedures besides the medium vessel. Once docked, the respective captains disembark and gather around the gangplank to the Eagle's Shadow.
The first man who owns the Galleon, Alexi Kasparov, a Guildsman, is a veteran of the Guild-Baronies Conflict. Around his late thirties, a soldier of fortune, joined the Conflict not out of fraction pride but the money that came out of it. A blockade runner, he and his mercenary crew fought their way through many Baron defence lines smuggling goods to the Guild front. Over twenty sucsseful mission, he was only to be shot out of the sky but a small fleet of five that set an ambush for him and his crew. A large scar runs down the left side of his face from a stray carronade burst missed the balloon of his ship and hit the helm. He manages to avoid most of the shrapnel, but the blast destroyed the helm as well as blooding his face. Dead in the air, he and one other of his crew were captured and spends the rest of the war in a POW camp. He was then released after the defeat of the Guild, having no ill will against the Barons, he still continues mercenary work to the highest bidder or contract even to various Lords if need be.
Next is a younger captain in his mid twenties who pilots the Goldfish. Renard Larson, an opportunistic adventurer, he mainly roams around the Burren and Middle Plains area transporting people to the various cities and towns of the region. A steady source of income, flying the same skies over and over again become mundane. There maybe the random chance of raiders roaming the area, but with a Goldfish he can easily outruns them with their rudimentary Junkers. After hearing of this expidition when he landed in Cathedral, he doesn't waste a second and immediately signs up, not for the money, but for a chance at newer skies.
The third, a Junker captain, is Ulric Culvin of Ardenna. A Chaladonian, Ulric is a naturist and spends his trips out in the field studying the various plants and animals from various regions. Ever since the Age of Dust, many species have to evolve and adapt to the harsh environment of the past. Now in the Age of Air where the threat of pirates have died down, catalog of new species are popping up around the know world. Wanting to put his name at the newest discoveries, traveling down south is a great opportunity for his todo so.
After taking a walk around the docks, Frey takes in the sight. Besides the new captains, the rest of the expidition crew starts boarding the transport.
Walking to three, he introduces himself, "Gentelemen, welcome aboad. I am Commander Frey, the one who organised the mission."
Alexi simply nods and shakes the Commander's hand without saying a word. Frey gives a mutual nod to his as well.
Going over to Renard, he tries to pat down imaginary dust from his vest trying to look presentable to the Commander. Frey chuckles at the sight seeing the nervousness yet determined look in the young man's eyes.
"Um hello Sir." his voice breaks.
Frey pats his back, "Don't be nervous lad, I'm still a human."
Finally, Frey faces Ulric who immediately grabs his hand with the both of his and shakes it with excitement.
"It's such a pleasure to meet you Commander! I want to thank you for letting me be on this expidition. Who knows there maybe new creatures out there for us to see." He quickly says.
Once his arm is freed, Frey rotates his shoulder from the force of the hand shake.
Clearing his thoat, "I'm glad that all of you came early today. Tomorrow in the evening we are going to be taking off. In the mean time you can go about and finish what ever you need to, but you are welcome to explore the transport. later tonight we'll have a brief with the two command leaders and discuss about crew for each of your ships, until then."
Giving a nod to all three, Frey walks up the gangplank to his room on the transport.
Hanger Bay
As the rest of the ship's crew begins finding cabins to be living in, three are seen in the hanger bay eyeing the four planes. Farris Moore, Antonio Gonzalez, and Kei Naga walk around the body of the Anvalan Monos taking in the perplex design.
"Didn't know the Anvalans made anything else besides guns." says Farris
"I know. I seen several monoplanes, but this gull wing is something else. How about you Kei?" Antonio asks the female pilot.
Silently Kei hops in to one of the cockpits and slowly moves the stick and presses onto the rudder petals. With each movement, the plane respond quickly and smoothly.
"This is high grade equipment we are using for a survey mission. Think there maybe more to this?"
"Hey it's 10,000 crowns from a Baron benefactor, they can acquire things easily. So I'm not complaining." says Farris.
