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Carn:
Galley

"Is that guy related to Alister?"

"I hope not....."

Gunnery Deck

A half dozen sheepish engineers enter.

"Someone call for a crew?"

"Hmph. You lads are in for it. Whoever was in charge of maintaining the guns, seems to have forgotten about them. At least the heavy flak's arming mechanism is rusted to hell, the hwatchas are full of some black muck, and the mounts are shot."

ShadedExalt:
Gunnery Deck:
"YOU LOT, GET YOUR MALLETS OVER HERE AND LINE UP!"

Immediately corralling the engineering team, Gaige distributes tasks with expert precision, before going back to working on his Hwatcha, cleaning and inspecting each mechanism with an almost religious fervor.

Koali:
Galley

Koali began carving the meat and handing out slices to the people that had stayed in the galley.

"Y'know, this stuff is great! I wonder if it's possible to roast the meat before even butchering the beast? Some kinda rifle that launches burning globs of flamethrower fuel, maybe..."

Piemanlives:
--Eagle's Shadow, Gunnery Deck--

"Alright." She said as she gathered her tools. Stuffing most of them into her toolbelt she stood to follow him as Gaige and Carn began to chew out the engineering crew.

"Courage?" She asked, "Do you think we will have these finished by this afternoon? I would rather not miss lunch."

--Eagle's Shadow, Hanger Bay--

"Well, that's an interesting story isn't it?" He jumped off the wing and began circling the plane. "Bit of a long story, see I-" placing his hand over his heart in a flourish, "am the eldest son of a rather weathly Chaladonion architect. And because of this I had the finest tutors money could hire, which also led to me attending university, see dad expeced me to take over the family business. Not really into that sort of thing. Anyway, needless to say a few things happened and upon graduation decided that I was going to join the military."

"Dad being... well... dad, decided to use his incalculable influence to prevent me from doing so. And because of this I decided to flee the islands, and ended up becoming a mercenary. Really, I know, strange choice in career for a fresh univeristy graduate who had little to no wordly experience, except physics translates really well into firing weapons for some reason. Not that I mind of course, I happen to quite like being able to hit things that are trying to kill me."

Carn:
Gunnery Deck

After several minutes of rising stress levels, as the extent of just how much decay had set into the guns, Alister grabs a rusted lump already deemed useless.

"Right then, lads your first duty is to get the guns operational. If I stay one of two things will happen. Either a) I will attempt to help, which would likely result in bigger problems. Or b) I do nothing, and just yell at you. Instead I will leave, Mr. Gaige, you have command of these swabbies for the duration of this repair."

Looking away from Gaige and back to the swabbies, for their age and ineptitude could only mean that is what they were.

"Fix. My. Guns."

And with that, he crushes the rusted lump between his hands and stalks away. In all honesty, it looked far more impressive than it was. But he had always found fear to be the most effective motivator for a green crew who had yet to work with him. After that he heads to his bunk to clean up, again.

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