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Uncharted Skies
Koali:
Somewhere in the streets of Cathedral
Once again, Koali was lost in the streets. Looking around, he noticed a steady trail of assorted fruits that seemed to lead to the cart he was pulling. On a whim, he decided to follow it back to the Eagle's Shadow, picking up the fruits and loading them into his cart as he went. Checking his surroundings once more, he discovered yet another trail of fruit, this one leading back to where he ended up lost to begin with. After following the fruit trails more times than he'd like to admit, he finally realized that the trails were, in fact, the result of his many fruits falling through a hole in his cart.
"Huh... I wonder if someone did that in the middle of the night?"
He followed the trail back to where he started, patched the hole, and returned to the Eagle's Shadow, constantly checking to make sure that he wasn't dropping any more fruit.
Piemanlives:
--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?
Carn:
Alister's Cabin
After quickly performing his morning ablutions, Alister buckles on his weapons belt and heads to the galley. He has decided to opt out of mask and helmet, letting his self cut flat top show, already it's become shaggy. He has also decided, when not in combat, to not wear his armor and only carryhis axe and pistol. Excluding any and all hidden weapons of course.
Galley
Walking in, Alister sees a full galley and quickly notes who iis inhaling their food. They seem to be the majority.
"We're going to need foragers within the week, aren't we."
Heading into the kitchen, he sees Amelia preparing a meal.
"Umm what is that?"
He quietly grabs, and begins to eat, a apple.
Piemanlives:
--Eagle's Shadow, Galley--
Amelia tilted her head at the question.
"It's a quiche Mr. Carn."
BdrLineAzn:
Command Center
As majority of the crew are at the galley, Frey can be seen at one of the panels sipping his coffee as Renard hovers over him with a clipboard in hand. Being up ealier than the rest, shadows form under Frey's eyes as he takes in the information.
"At the moment all food supplies have been inventoried and stored, as well as the ammunition, " Renard goes on, "oh I have a note that several of the ship's defensives guns and small arms need some maintenance. Currently someone is looking over some of the rifles, may need some help."
"I'll get several people to look them over. Is there anything else?"
Flipping through the pages, and audible umm escapes Renard's mouth until he spots a few more notes, "We are still missing a Davis Hargrave, the flight lead for our scouting squadron and we have several complaints about erie poetry from the brig."
The mention of the last note, Frey suddenly become more alert. He knew that their on board guest would be a problem, he didn't expect for it to be this early when the trip haven't even began.
"I'll check the brig personally, don't let anyone else besides Mr. Carn or Captain Amelia."
"Understood, anything else?"
"Yes, for the weapons go find a Mr. Bell, he is very proficient when it comes to weaponry. Oh and send a note for Mr. Hargrave, we certainly need him, but that is all."
With a nod, Renard exits the room as Frey sits behind finishing his mug. With it empty, he sets it aside as he places a hand over his face. Sighing, he picks up his cane and exits the room and heads towards the brig.
Brig
After a short walk, Frey finds himself at the door where he notices the new sign. Pleased that someone took the initiative to restrict on who enters the room, Frey unlatch the door and sees the only man in the room sitting in the exact same spot.
Closing the door and locking it, Frey turns to him grabbing a chair, "Good morning Mr. Briggs, I see you had an eventful night.
Renard's Cabin
Before going out and send the message to find this Davis person, Renard goes straight back to his room to complete one of his tasks. Since most of the cabins are made for two, eventually Renard knew that he wouldn't be living single for the duration of the trip. Late at night after he returned to the ship with Ulric, a young man around his age. What luck that the person who came in is the same person the Commander sent him to look for.
As he opens the door, Renard sees that his roommates belongings are still spewed all other place on his side of the room and with him still in bed. Shaking his head, Renard walks over to him and nudge him to wake up.
"Nurrg," Courage mumbles out."
"For the love, Mr. Bell wake up." says Renard irritably.
Still in a sleep daze, Courage rolls over and eyes the other man, "You know I told you to call me Courage, but what is it?"
"I'm here to tell you that the Commander wants you to look over the ship's weaponry, apparently they are in a bit of disarray."
"Can't it wait? I just got on." he complains.
Shaking his head, Renard goes over to the door and calls out over his shoulder, "I believe it is best not to defy orders. But I'm off, I still need to find this Hargrave person, best be on it?"
As the door's shuts, Courage eye's shut as well form the noise. Groaning, he swing his "legs" over the side as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Sighing, he attaches his prosthetic and rummages through his bags to look presentable for the day. Having found a simple white long sleeve shirt and khaki pants, he attaches a pair of suspenders to the pants and put on his single shoe. Once dressed, Courage rolls up the sleeves and buckles his holster.
Finally ready, he exits the room and stands out in the cooridor wondering where to go.
Dang it, I should of asked him where. Hmm I'll start maybe at the workshop, should have some tools there.
Workshop
With a squeak of his metallic leg, Courage finds him at the workshop where finds a rifle on the table currently being worked on.
Huh, must be several others working to fix this as well. Better check the main weapons, he thinks to himself as he explores to find the ships 8 medium turrets.
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