Hanger Bay
Giving a nervous chuckle, Courage place a hand behind his head, "Well that's not far from the truth, you should have seen me back in my time with the Guard. But so far everything is going smoothly back home, reconstruction has finished and the Saloon running well. I see that Cathedral got back onto its feet."
He then takes a look around the hanger space, "So, a lot of equipment being taken for this trip, especially planes from Anvala. Got any details that you can say?" Courage asks Reagan
Militia Docks
Outside the transport, Frey walks off the gangplank while being followed by Renard and Ulric.
"So Commander, " starts Renard, "Anything you need from us before we depart?"
"Nothing at the moment, just go out and finalise anything that you need to take care off. Mr. Culvin you requested for additional save for what again?"
Tapping his fingertips together, Ulric eyes widen, "Yes, a decent size room on the transport for housing my equipment and any specimens we discover on the way."
Stopping, Frey is lost in thought as he visualise the transport in his mind, "There is nothing that comes to min at the moment. I'll get back to you once I have an answer."
Nodding, "Thank you sir. Come Mr. Larson, I need you to help me carry several things from the market."
"Why do you need my help? You have a crew who can do it for you," says Renard as they leave e Commander for the Market.
As Frey watches the two leave, he walks back up and into the Hangwr Bay where he spots a rather decent size group. Recognising Captain Morgan and Miss Lockheart, they are several people he is not familiar with.
"Afternoon all, how's the day? Captain Morgan, didn't see you at the meeting, but we should depart tomorrow."