--Militia Headquarters--A pile of reports sat before her on the desk, for the past few hours she had been reading through them in an attempt to understand the enemy that she now faced. She sighed, since Frey had mentioned that similar actions were happening to the north in Firnfeld she had been a bit... antsy.
The reports in front of her varied in age, some dating back a fair number of years, most were smaller incidents with bits and pieces of odd happenings scattered about the frozen tundra she had called home for many years. Some were familiar, reports she had filed during her tenure with the militia in fact. A majority of the reports were sightings, odd vessels traveling far from established trade routes, strange creatures hiding the wilderness. A few however stood out even more so than others. In her hand she held a report dated back 12 years describing a town being wiped off the face of the map near Kian, at the top of the pile another report dated 7 mentioned the correlation between the sighting of strange vessels and ships going missing between Thula and Ulavaar.
With a sigh she tossed down the report onto the pile and pushed away from her desk. It was times like this she wished she had a stiff drink on hand but, she would rather not be drunk when they set off. After all she was the ship's pilot, and technically its Captain.
A knock at the door sounded before the tell tale click of the doorknob turning, the door opened inward to reveal large person, one would refrain from saying "Hulking," Captain Lars Edwards however was certainly a large man in stature.
"Edwards? Did you need something." She asked politely.
"I believe I've told you to call me Lars when I'm off duty." Indeed he was in his civilian clothes and not his uniform. He pulled a thick folder out of his coat and placed it on the desk before her. "Alfred asked me to bring it, no idea what it is mind you."
Reagan opened it up, it was more reports and a note from Walker.
This was the last of what I could get my hands on, I have to get back to work though.
If you need anything else inquire about it with the communications officer. ~Walker"It's nothing, he was just doing me a favor." She sat the folder back down, "You know I never did ask, how are the defense squadrons doing?"
"Not much to tell really, William decided to forestall his "retirement" again, apparently he can't leave well enough alone and has taken over training the new recruits and has begun reorganizing everything. My lot doesn't have much to do other than the occasional drill, it's been quiet I suppose. Heard you were going on a little adventure though, care to tell me?"
She shook her head, "Just a little mapping expedition. Nothing too important."
"Often," He said as he moved towards the door, "people say that before leaving on a dangerous journey. So how are things on your end?"
She smirked, "What can I say, we do the paperwork and tell you how to do your jobs."
"Hmph, I suppose you're right, Reagan."
"Edwards." He raised an eyebrow and waved as he closed the door behind him, once again leaving her along in her office. She began organizing and clearing the papers on her desk, quietly shuffling them into a neat stack off to the side. She shifted a panel on the desk to reveal a record player built into the surface. She pulled a record out of a drawer and put it on, she would be heading back to the ship in a while but for now she
let the music wash over her.--Eagle's Shadow, Workshop--It shouldn't have surprised Amelia that a vessel this big would have a workshop, but it did to a degree. Still Reagan had told her to check on the weapons she was using, most of the equipment they had brought on board may have been maintained but certain items seemed a bit worse for wear.
True to form the spring for the firing pin had been fairly worn out and rusty forcing her to replace it. She was mostly finished though, sliding the bolt back into position. She reattached the sling and slung it over her shoulder along with the smg, it was going to need maintenance too but a bolt action was a simple thing, automatic weapons... not so much, she would have to do it later.
Andromeda floated down from the rafters as she moved toward the door, latching onto her shoulder Andy looked rather pleased, she couldn't figure out why either, still, it might explain the dearth of rats around the ship.
Amelia began a slow meandering walk towards the galley to prepare herself a late breakfast, having skipped out to preform the maintenance, and subsequently getting distracted quite heavily. Upon entering she noticed that a large number of the crew were sitting about, the din of galley, conversations, the scraping of plates, honestly it was odd, just the other day there had been very few people, almost as if they had the entire vessel to themselves. That was to be expected though, they couldn't crew a ship as big as this on their own.
Still being lost in a sea of people who wouldn't recognize you was kind of refreshing, at least she wouldn't be bothered as she prepped her own breakfast. As she did she had to wonder where everyone else was, she hadn't even seen Reagan this morning, she hadn't run into any of the others either. She took a brief look around and didn't recognize anyone in the sea of faces. So she had to ask, what was anyone doing?
