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Carn:
Gunnery Deck

"Ms Amelia, I believe you are fully qualified for your job. Was not expecting you to have a rant like that in you, well done." Alister gives a informal salute to her, "Now then, is there any injuries at all? Or was that interchange over the comm completely overdone and made things sound far worse than they are?"

Giving an annoyed glare to the recently scolded crew, Alison notes not much more than a few minor scrapes, burns, and blisters. Very common among swabbies. "Any injuries that require my immediate attention. I'm not your mommy, I won't com running to kiss your boo boos."

"I'd listen to her lads, she could prescribe you something with nasty effects if you agitate her."

"I think you boys would like to avoid impotency."

BdrLineAzn:
Eagle's Shadow

High above even the tallest structures, The medium transport, with it's Galleon and Junker escort, slowly maneuver through the busy skies of Cathedral. Being one of the biggest vessel in the air currently, the Shadow does cast quite a large shadow beneath her. Those on the ground look up in wonder as the ship passes overhead. Stopping and going several times, even for it's size, the transport must give yield to the dozen of ships from the six factions. After an hour of this, Shadow and company have finally reach the edge of the city where clear desert and skies await for them.

Wondering the halls, Renard looks over a clipboard in his hand only to look up as the PA system comes to life.

Attention crew, we are leaving the city's limits. Current heading, Southeast to Sunder and onward to Albys. From there we are crossing the Gulf to the Guild. Station first watch on the Gunnery Deck and launch two scout planes. Bridge out.


"Finally underway," he says underneath his breath. Giving a quick look over on his board, Renard  moves towards his room to get some needed rest. With Ulric and Alexi's ships out on escort duty, he assumes that he will take the next rotation with his Goldfish, which may go through the night. The halls of the ship is relatively empty as majority of the crew is out either in the Mess Hall eating dinner or setting up watch. Finally in front of his door, Renard enters to find Courage's half tidied up and said person in heavy clothing.

Having securing his revolver in the holster, Courage turns his head at the sound of the door, "Ah, afternoon Renard. Well you can't complain about the mess now huh?"

"Yes," he slowly says as he sets the clipboard on a desk, "May i ask Mr. Bell...."

Renard is cut off as Courage gives an annoyed glare to his bunk mate.

"Sorry, Courage," Renard corrected, "But whats with the outfit?"

"Well you heard the announcement, got to set up first watch. So I'll being going topside with a small group as lookouts, while the Gunnery Decks man the big guns."

Renard raises an eyebrow at the mention of the Gunnery Deck which prompt Courage to ask, "Whats with the look?"

"Are the main guns fully operational? I mean i saw the reports that there were several problems associated with them."

"Pssh," Courage with a wave of a hand, "Amelia and I Personally fixed them, we just had some complication with the engineering crew. Well I'm off, have a good afternoon Renard."

With the door closed in the small room, Renard sighs to himself, This is one odd crew. he thinks before resting in his bunk

Brig

Having someone to bring in some tea, Frey sits just opposite of the ship's only prisoner. Silence lingers in the room as Frey waits for the tea.

"So Mr. Brigg, willing to divulge any new information?"

Behind him, a knock is herd on the metal door. With a hand, Frey stands to retrieve the beverage. Placing the the kettle and two cups on a small table, Frey pours himself and Brig a cup and offers him one.

Hanger Bay

Attention crew, we are leaving the city's limits. Current heading, Southeast to Sunder and onward to Albys. From there we are crossing the Gulf to the Guild. Station first watch on the Gunnery Deck and launch two scout planes. Bridge out.

Lying down idly on a few crates, Farris and Antonio woke up with a shock at the announcement and commence to fall off their temporary sleeping arrangements. Giving a slight chuckle, Kei moves to one of the strapped down planes and proceed to undo the straps.

Coming to, Antonio sees Kei and goes over wondering what was the announcement.

Before he even have a chance to speak, she answers without even looking up from the current harness, "Got orders to send up two planes to scout ahead, I'll go out as one of them."

Signalling to several crew members in the compartment, she and five others maneuver the plane into a overhanging hook from a crane. Getting into the cockpit, she turns on the many panels and goes over the pre-flight checklist. From her position, she calls out to the two, "Don't know who is going to be the second pilot, you and Farris and decide with Davis, but now... CLEAR BAY 2 FOR LAUNCH."

With that command, red lights begin to flash throughout the the Hanger Bay as the crane begins to lift the plane. The floor beneath it lifts up safety railings to prevent the crew from falling over board as it opens to allow the crane to lower the plane into the environment. Once she sees that he has enough space, Kei lowers the wings from its storage position and fully extends it out. Starting the engine, she allows it to reach maximum thrust before hitting the release button disconnecting her plane form the hook.

Feeling a large jerk, the plane goes into a vertical dive before Kei pulls back on the yoke allowing the plane to come up from the dive. After doing several maneuvers, Kei levels out and flies with the Shadow as she waits for the second plane.

"Bridge, this is Eagle 2 standing by."

Weather Deck

Courage and his group of seven arrives at the topmost level of the transport. Taking up positions around the ship, they watch as the lone plane does its fancy maneuvers before coming into formation with the ship.

"Wow, who is ever in that may compete with the Anvalan pilots." Courage says with a whistle.

Piemanlives:
--Hanger Bay, Eagle's Shadow--

Davis cracked an eye and watched as Farris and Antonio righted themselves. The two of them began looking each other, the unspoken question floating between the pair. Then their eyes landed on him and for a while the three of them shifted their gaze from one to the other. Davis sighed and sat up from the wing of the craft he was laying on.

"Well," he said as he pulled open the cockpit, "seems like I'm taking a second shift today."

He hopped in and motioned for a crew to push his craft of choice to the launch zone as he examined the instrumentation. It was the usual fare plus a few incredibly useful extras, magnetic compass, heading indicator, plenty of useful tools for night flying, which he would most certainly be doing quite often. He located the button to deploy or fold his wings and pressed it, watching as the wings folded upward as the crew pushed his craft over the closed launch bay door.

The whirring of gears alerted him to the presence of the crane above as it lowered to latch onto his craft. The sound of straining metal as his craft was lifted to allow the bay doors to open properly, the sudden lurch as he descended, the blinding light as he found himself outside.

He let the engine warmup as he took in his surroundings, watching the city slowly recede behind them, the sand dunes, the telltale signs of activity on the ground. He checked the engine levels and found them acceptable. He checked the release and took a deep breath.

Welp, now or never.

He punched the release and immediately felt the drop as his craft, almost regretting everything as he continued to drop. Something snapped and he found himself leveling out above the sandy dunes, he blinked and increased his altitude to match that of the fleets. He did a few shallow banks as he rounded the vessel he would be calling home for the next few weeks. Eventually he spotted Kei in the air, watched as she effectively danced among the clouds.

Davis liked to consider himself a decent pilot, but watching her he realized he didn't hold a candle to her. It made him wonder, where all of his wingmates such amazing pilots? On one hand Kei was the quiet professional who seemed to loosen up on occasion, on the other Antonio and Farris broke a radio antenna together.

He decided to shelve that thought for later and keyed his radio.

"Eagle 2, this is Eagle 1. Well Kei, looks like we'll be sharing the skies for a little while. Form up on my wing and we'll head out.

"Alright."

Just please don't show off too much. He quietly added to himself as he keyed the radio to the bridge.

“Bridge, scout wing is deployed and heading south east ahead of the fleet.”

--Bridge, Eagle's Shadow--

Reagan tossed a marker in her hand as she leaned against a railing. Still confused about why Alister was looking upon the young boy so disapprovingly before the two of them had left the bridge. Probably because he had done something stupid, she wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case.

"-heading south east ahead of the fleet."

"Copy that scout wing, keep us posted."

The Comm officer hung up the receiver and recorded it in the logbook. She took a look around, there was no reason for her to take the helm at this moment, navigation had a complete set of weather reports over the gulf and a course set well till they left the guild at Gura Lupulul. She took out her flask, it's contents replaced with tea for the time being and took a swig. It was most certainly going to be a long day.

BdrLineAzn:
With the last rays of light disappear over the horizon, the distinct silhouette of Cathedral's skyline blends perfectly with the night sky. Several dots of light illuminate the top most deck as Courage and his team keeps a watchful eye into the darkness.

Weather Deck

Sighing, "Here we go again," he mutters under his breath. A small cloud comes off his month noting the dropping temperature in the desert. Still bearable than the snow front that comes into Anvala occasionally, Courage look to either side of him and notices that several members are donning gloves to combat the cold, releasing a chuckle form him.

"What do you mean 'again' sir?" came a voice from behind.

 Raising an eyebrow, Courage turns around fully to see the youngest member of his watch team with a quizzical look on his face before turning back to look out at the sand.

"Oh, nothing just me and my thoughts. Also i don't like the 'sir', didn't join the Guard as an officer, they are uptight individuals." COurage says as he taps the railing next to him.

Accepting the offer, the young man goes over next to him and places both of his arms on the barrier and look out as well, "So it is true," he starts prompting Courage to looks over.

"What is?"

"You were part of the city's militia back in Anvala. Couple of the guys here we were trying to figure out where you were from. Some said Sarrin, some Parrin, but majority of us but our money on Anvala."

Courage gives out a small laugh, "well there is some truth to that, i was born in Sarrin, but spent most of my time in Anvala. Names Courage." he finish with an outstretched hand.

"Theodore, Theodore Cutler," the man responds as he shakes the hand.

As the two continue to converse, the two planes can be seen breaking off their formation with the transport and flying ahead.

Eagle Squadron

"Alright," Kei responds to Davis through her headset.

Forming behind his left wing, She follows closely behind as they put some distance between them and the small ship formation. Holding one hand on the yoke, using her free hand, she turns on the on board radar. With a click, her headset is filled with silent pings verifying that its is working.

"Eagle 1, 2, I just truned n my radar, skies are clear at the moment."

Waiting for a respond, Kei glances out to her left and does a small double take. Looking closely out of the glass dome, she shrugs it off.

Don't get jittery now Naga, we are on the job.

Crimson Dragoon

"Bridge, this is Kasparov. We seem to have mechanical problems," coughs Alexi into the radio

"Captain Kasparov, what seem to be the problem?" a static reply comes through.

"My main engine has overheated and died. My men and I are trying to fix it at the moment, but the smoke is too thick and i don't believe that my turning engines can handle the strain of being the current  main propulsion."

Bridge

"Copy, Captain Kasparov, Start heading to the repair bay. We'll send a replacement ship out." says the Communications Officer

"Copy, back to the Shadow."

Looking out the Bridge's windows, those currently in the room sees the large trail of smoke as the Galleon slowly limps back. At one of the panels, one of the crew members pulls back a level as a jolt is felt across the whole transport as the mid-ship bay doors open to allow the Galleon enter.

Though the Communications Officer's headset, a message form the Hanger Bay is received, "Bridge, Hanger Bay, The Crimson Dragoon is secured, you can close the bay doors."

"Copy", and with a nod to the operator, he places the lever back to its original position to close the large doors.

Once done, one of them turns to Reagan, "Ma'am, should we send up Captain Carn or Captain Larson?"

Carn:
Bridge

After leaving the repair crew to the mercy of Alison, Carn makes it back up to the bridge in time to hear

"Send up Captain Carn or Captain Larson?"

"What's going on then?"

Brig

Taking the proffered cup, Jasper takes a sip.

"Mmmm lovely. In regards to information, it all depends on what you wish to know?"

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