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PostPosted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 9:45 am 
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Olivia crossed the bridge in the Air Harbor, the ropes creaking as the morning wind blew up the fumes from the forges far below. The Harbor itself consisted of a brick and steel tower which extended far upwards before extending rope and chain bridges over to smaller land masses which acted as a point for the airships to dock. From what she could see, three other ships were loading up to leave to examine a large landmass mapped out by one of their ships the day before. The Mining Division would be joining them later once they had landed and set up a base camp for the ships to land and take back the ores.

The sky was still dark, the sun still hidden beneath the black smog on the horizon. She turned to the lower deck, where she stowed her pack of armor and snatched a roll of fragrant buttered bread from the top of her knapsack and went to the lowest deck, where the Warpieces were held. All was silent save for several mechanics securing the last of their possessions or running checks on the rows and rows of Warpieces. The robots stood shoulder to shoulder, inactive, but ready to activate the moment a friendly Warcaster makes contact with its Shell. Some of the mechanics paused as she tugged at the chains, checking that the pulleys used to lift the Warpieces were secure for the flight. They were. Without any reaction, she returned back to the main deck while munching on the piece of bread.

Accustomed to the sight of the city from the Harbor, she decided it would be best to report to her mentor, Judas Haas.

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"Olivia Cross reporting for duty," Judas turned from his conversation with the captain, "Sir."

"I'm sure the wind would not prove too much if we handle it properly. We'll continue this conversation later." He nodded and climbed down the flight of steps. He was already outfitted in his armor, while his student had yet to do so. He rested his hand on the mace, "Good. You're here. We'll be having another student joining us today. He's one of the natural Casters."

He would have smiled in amusement as his student's brow furrowed, "Aren't they unaccustomed to using weapons? I hear most of them have trouble coping with the environment."

"Nonetheless. I expect you to watch over him." He raised a hand, silencing her protests, "It's part of your training." No, it wasn't. "Don't ask. One day you too will have to become a mentor like me. So this would be a good experience for you. I'll be watching over the two of you of course, in the likely event that everything goes south." He chuckled.

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PostPosted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 10:10 am 
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Carolina "Carrie" Magispark stood by her Warpiece, wearing her dirty mechanic's gear, and was getting dirtier. Her Warpiece, Carnivore, stood opposite her on a maintenance platform, inactive. Carrie chewed on a bit of tobacco, and pulled up a spanner from her toolbelt, tightening a few nuts. She closed the Warpiece's hull, replacing the metal plating over the gaping hole in the humanoid robot's side armour. She grins as she welds the metal plating in place, and finishes the job by touching up on the paintwork. Her insignia stands proudly against the chrome hull of her Warpiece, and as she admired her work, she once more contemplated the chain of events that brought her to where she was. She quickly pushed the thoughts away, however, humming. She turned, looking to get a shower before reporting to the infirmary for duty.

As she stepped out of the ladies' shower, clad in her medic's outfit, she looked at the time.

"Oh, sh -" She broke into a desperate sprint, not wanting to deal with her CO's lecture about punctuality for the third time this week - stumbling and crashing into several people along the way, her not-yet-ponytailed hair flying behind her.

"Outta the way, blowhards, medic in a hurry!"

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PostPosted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 11:42 pm 

It is a hollow shell of what it once was.

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Max stepped off of the airship, ducking so his head didn't hit the top of the opening as he touched down on solid ground; he straightened up with a groan, staring up at the sun, or at least, staring up at where he thought it was, as it was currently hidden behind a thick blanket of smog.

It only took a moment for him to get his bearings; he could see the tall steel tower that served as the Harbor's central hub, rising up as if to scratch the sky. He started moving towards it, slowing his pace slightly upon reaching the bridge he would need to cross. It was steady for the most part, except for when the wind would pick up in force. Then, the whole thing would begin swaying back and forth, not stopping until the gusts died down again. Thanks to those sporadic bursts of wind, it was an immense relief to finally reach the tower.

As he approached, he caught sight of a female soldier with her face buried in some sort of checklist.

"Uh…"

She looked up and fixed him with an impatient glare. "What is it?"

"I'm uh… looking for Judas. Judas Haas."

"The Caster?"

When he nodded she grimaced at him for a moment, then jerked her head in the general direction of the tower behind her. "He's probably at the top."

Max stared straight up, his eyes climbing until he was in danger straining his neck. "Do I need to take the stairs," he said worriedly, "or is there another way up?"

Not hearing a reply, he looked back down to see that the woman had already left him alone.

"Ah."

Not wanting to stand there looking like an idiot any longer than necessary, he quickly walked around the tower's perimeter until he came across a large platform that was supported at all four corners by a series of metal poles rising up alongside the construct. It was currently occupied by three men, two of them appearing to be mechanics as their hands were encumbered by large crates containing a number of heavy looking metal parts. Probably parts for Warpieces, he thought as he approached them. The third individual, a skinny man with a hairline so receded it was no longer visible, seemed to be the lift's operator. He nodded in greeting as Max reached them.

"Going up?"

"Uh… yeah. To the top."

"Mhm. Get on, then."

Roughly halfway up they stopped once to let the mechanics off (he didn't miss their company, as they didn't speak and one of them was in need of a shower), and then nearly a full minute later Max was stepping off the lift with a word of thanks to its operator.

"Mhm," the man replied as he began the trip back down.

And that's the most polite person I've met out here, Max thought as he approached yet another bridge, this one a wood, chain and rope construct that connected the top of the tower to a small floating island, upon which waited the airship Max was certain had to be his destination.

Let's hope things get better from here on out.

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PostPosted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 8:36 am 
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Carrie once again noted the peculiar build of the workshop district as she dashed around, and sometimes straight through, the people in her way. Despite looking chaotic, the district had a distinct sense of direction about it; you could look at five workshops and see only clutter, but look at the entire district and see a carefully engineered spider's web of communication roads, pulleys, lifts, and conveyors. She saw her CO's workshop as she dodged a particularly hulking engineer, the kind with more hair on his back than his head, having only a split second to admire the intricate paintwork and excellent craftsmanship on that gladiator-class warpiece. Makes mine look like such a runt, she thought, not for the first time considering to make Carnivore a heavier-class piece. She pushed the thought away, however, concluding, for the thousand-th time, that a lighter skirmisher suited her needs better.

Arriving at the infirmary three minutes late, Carrie stopped for a moment to catch her breath. There was nothing to help it now; She was going to get the lecture, wether she's three or five minutes overdue. Her break turned out to be short-lived, though, as a fellow healer - non-caster surgeon - approached her. His warm, wrinkled smile was a pleasant exchange from the scowls of her supervisor, yet she knew it was bad news.

"Hey, Carrie. Got a bit late at the workshop again?" The question was supposed to be casual, but the underlying strain was unmistakable. Something was afoot; Carrie's intuition screamed it.

"Yeah," she replied, "Calibrating the target trackers proved more difficult than I expected. What's up, Zeke, you look a bit tense." She looked at the grizzled medic, silent, arms crossed.

The old doctor, Zeke, gave a slow, ponderous nod. "Can't hide anything from you, can I? Well, you're right. You're to get back to the workshops and activate Carnivore. You need to report to... darnit, Carrie, I don't know. Just get over to the harbour with Carnivore and report to the central hub. Apparently, your presence has been requested. Now, excuse me, I need to go - stitches to sew."

He turned and Left Carrie in a state of mild confusion and agitation. Great, that dead dash for sweet FA. Alright, better get goin', before I get yet another CO yappin' about punctuality.

Taking somewhat more time getting back to the workshop, Carrie began reflecting on another odd thing. Whereas most soliders had a single commanding officer and maybe a specialist commander to report to, Carrie was thrown about by no less than four - no wait, now it would be five or more - separate officers. Quentin, her CO in the mechanized command, Jane, head surgeon at the infirmary, Lars, quartermaster of the southwest workshop cluster, and Jackson, provisioner for field medicine. She considered buying a small booklet just to keep track of them all.

Arriving at her workshop, Carnivore was charged and ready. She changed into a fresh uniform, plugged out the different cables and wires from the light frame of the warpiece, before opening a panel and flicking a switch, turning the warpiece on. "Time to go, Carnivore, we're needed." She jumped onto the machine's right arm, nesting herself comfortably as the giant humanoid jogged towards the harbour at close to 20 miles per hour. Technically against protocol, but noone really cares, right?

After a couple of minutes - Carrie could not tell how many - she arrived at the central tower. Looking around, she saw only one thing that could ever serve as an entrance - a large lift, recently down from transporting people and goods upwards. She approached the lift man, apprehensive.

"Yo. I need to get to some kind of central authority here, a reception or something. I was supposed to report to someone here, but I don't have a name."

The man looked up at her with mild interest. "Geddin."

Carrie did as she was asked, getting on the lift. The man didn't seem to care about Carnivore at all, and soon, after loading a few crates, they were on their way up again.

The man stopped the lift about halfway. "You reportin' to Judas?"

Carrie perked an eyebrow. "No, not that I am aware of. Besides, I doubt such a legend actually requested me."

The man shrugged. "Then get off here."

Carrie did as she was told, and got off the lift. Parking Carnivore at a charging station, she walked deeper into the tower, eventually finding what could, if you were generous, be described as a rudimentary information centre. Carrie walked over to a woman behind a desk and slapped her ID on the counter.

"Was told by Dr. Zeke Jethero Marlinsson to report here. I was given no specific place or person, soooo..."

The woman looked at her, then held up something that looked like a microphone, nonchalantly sending a loud message reverberating through the tower:

"Could the officer who requested the presence of one Specialist Carolina Magispark please report to the office floor, booth sixteen? I repeat, could the officer who requested the presence of one Specialist Carolina Magispark please report to the office floor, booth sixteen." She then sat down and continued her work, not offering Carrie another glance.

Carrie just stood there, dumbfounded, running her hand through her long hair. Guess I'll have to wait for someone to show.

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 9:09 am 
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"Could the officer who requested the presence of one Specialist Carolina Magispark please report to the office floor, booth sixteen? I repeat, could the officer who requested the presence of one Specialist Carolina Magispark please report to the office floor, booth sixteen."

"The hell?" Judas pushed himself off the railing, peering towards the tower, "Didn't she get the rest of the memo?" The note to come to gate sixty three that is. This was very puzzling and concerning for him.

"Looks like you've got a missing person." Olivia smirked, finally finishing her piece of bread. "You gonna walk all the way down to fetch her up?"

"Looks like I have to." He shrugged, "Look out for the new kid though, he should be looking for me as well." He waved a hand to the captain, checking how much longer before their departure before moving to the steam lift to get the other Caster. Hoo boy. "To the third floor." He instructed the lift operator, the mechanism rattling slightly from the gust of wind which blew the caged walls of the lift's structure. Things were uneventful as the lift descended and he was glad to exit the confines of the lift once the doors were pulled open.

He made his way through the lines of men, rail carts before finally reaching the... office, if one really wanted to maintain a sense of false dignity. He made a beeline towards the booth, halting behind the seat of the other Caster and folding his arms, "Caster Magispark. Did you not get the memo?"

In the distance, the steam engines whistled, proclaiming the few minutes left before the Airborne division departs.

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Taking a seat by the booth, Carrie opens a pack of gum and takes one as she waits. Twiddling her thumbs, she wonders. Who could have requested her? Granted, she could program shells, provide healing and ranged firepower, as well as mechanical skills, so any number of people could find her useful - though she wasn't the best in any of those fields. Taking a look around at the chaotic third floor hall, she notes several officers and casters of various rank shuffling about. Any one of them could be the one, yet none approach her. It is not until she hears a somewhat famous voice behind her that she stirs.

She turns around and has a look at Judas. Her eyes go wide. "Holy..! Judas Haas? You requested me?" She gets up, looking positively dumbfounded. "Well, uh, no. I was simply told by one of the doctors at the infirmary to report here, with Carnivore." She points at the light warpiece parked some distance away. "Why, what's up?"

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 11:38 pm 

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Max approached the airship with some trepidation; it was larger than any he'd been on before, and the flurry of activity around it was slightly disconcerting to him. He shook his head, attempting to cast his worries aside; he wouldn't get far if he couldn't get out of his own way.

The rope bridge wobbled alarmingly as he stepped off onto the small floating landmass, which mercifully was quite sturdy. He took a moment to breath a sigh of relief, instinctively feeling for the pistol he kept at his side. There was something reassuring about the cold metal, though he knew he was a long way from actually using it and his training with it was hardly master-level.

The rest of his gear he kept in the pack on his back, its weight pushing the top of his spine irresistibly forward, making the task of remaining upright more difficult than it would've been under normal conditions. He winced, stretching as he approached the airship, shouldering past a trio of men who walked by without sparing him a glance.

By the time he'd reached the ship's main deck he was starting to wonder if he was even in the right place; he knew what Judas looked like, but he was certain he didn't see the renowned Caster anywhere. Deciding it was time to start asking questions, he glimpsed a woman moving past him with relatively short blonde hair that she had tied up in a ponytail. She didn't seem particularly friendly, but Max knew that looks could sometimes be deceiving. Perhaps she'd end up having a pleasant attitude.

"Uh, hey, I'm looking for Judas?"

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Judas looked out the side of the tower, concerned. "We should move. I mean, run." He made to the lift, sprinting before hitting the button. A glance upward through the mesh flooring of the platform told him the lift was empty and descending towards them. The doors rattled open as he pulled it open and got in, "To the top. Double time it once the lady is in." He hated this.

A fresh gust of wind brought the faint smell of the factory. The oil, iron, fire and most importantly, the raw crystals.

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"Are you now?" She arched an eyebrow. Olivia had clasped her hands behind her back and was striding across the deck self-importantly when she encountered this strange fellow. "You can speak to me instead. I'm his assistant." She peered out towards the tower impatiently as the ship signaled its eminent departure. "Yes, you can speak to me." She reassured him.

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Carrie strode after Judas immediately, stopping for no more than two seconds to make Carnivore follow suit. "Yo, Judas! What's the hurry, man?" She steps onto the platform only a few seconds after Judas, lurching as the lift sets into motion in the general direction of 'very high up'.
Why do I get the feeling my higher-ups have thrown me to the sharks again?
She shivered on the lift, not much liking the cold. She turns to Judas, knowing that this lift trip was probably the last quiet moment she'd have for quite some time.
"Mind elaborating on the nature of my assignment, boss? I could do with more than sweet F.A. for knowledge about why I'm here."
Carnivore surveyed the area, twin-linked machine guns whirring on its left arm. As expected, no targets in sight.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 4:39 pm 

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As the woman arched her eyebrow at him Max felt the sudden sensation of being examined beneath a magnified looking glass; when she told him she was Judas' assistant he had no doubt that she was speaking honestly. There was a confidence to her walk- well, it was more of a strut, that told him she was a person of great importance. She certainly had an aura of impatience about her that reinforced his perception.

"Oh, ok. I'm Maximilian Hendrix. Or just Max. I was assigned Judas Haas for my Journeyman training."

He followed her eyes as she stared off at the tower with the same impatience she'd exuded from the start.

"I'm a caster," he added, a little too late and somewhat awkwardly. He hoped he only sounded stupid to his own ears.

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"No, you're not." Olivia's eyebrows slanted downwards as she corrected him, "You're a Journeyman Caster. Not a Caster. Forget your limits and you'll probably be turning into compost very quickly." This man, he was nervous. That would keep him from trying to crack out plans of his own. "There he is. This again." She chuckled as she spotted him at the elevator, folding her arms to watch her mentor go into a sprint.

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"You're here to do what all Casters do, make sure the Warpieces function optimally in the field. The Warpieces function well, the army functions well which leads to Steelshire profiting from expeditions." Judas stated, "You hear that whistle of the ship? It means it's leaving soon. So we will have to double-time it."

"We'll be going to Brimstone Gulf, probably the largest landmass we have found so far. It is at least six times the size of steel shire. It has not been fully mapped out yet and we have had only a small force land to setup camp. As for the prospecting, that would be us. We're going in, the wildlife there is very hostile, so be warned." The lift came to a halt at the top and Judas broke into a full sprint, vaulting over piles of creates to bypass the masses which crossed the bridge.

He slowed slightly as a Warpiece carrying several empty wooden boxes marched down the center of the bridge, essentially causing the human workers to pass by the other side, a bottleneck. He splayed his hands downwards, forcing the air to ripple and propel him upwards, landing on the back of the Warpiece and clearing it easily enough. Without even glancing behind he continued to tear down the path to the ship. The plank which bridged the harbor to the ship had just been removed and the ship was slowly crawling away from the harbor.

The core of the gauntlet glowed, the air rising to meet the bottom of his foot like a solid as he sprang off the surface of the harbor and up to the deck of the ship. The run left him panting lightly, the crystal cores in his armor had reduced most of the strain created when casting spells.

"Oh, hello." He he waved at the boy whom he recognized as the other student he was to take in starting from today.

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Carrie groans. "Well, sh -" the curse is drowned by the sound of the elevator stopping. Carrie jumps onto Carnivore's back, and the warpiece immediately begins howling some form of siren.

Siren blaring and Carnivore sprinting, warpiece and caster thunder down the way to the bridge that Judas spanned only moments earlier. Carrie takes a deep breath, and makes a gesture with her left hand. A simple fire spell erupts in Carnivore's hydraulic legs, causing the air in two cylinders to expand far quicker than they're meant to - while the landing is rough, this allowed Carnivore to traverse the gap without delay. After repeating the process to get aboard the airship, Carnivore's legs are smoking a little, and Carrie immediately gets to the business of checking weather her experimental jump technique did any fatal damage to the warpiece - this time.

With a speed that puts even advanced assembly robots to shame, Carrie quickly comes to the conclusion that her most recent hydraulics upgrades did serve their function, although the mechanics would have been damaged with a third firejump, as several pieces of the hydraulics glowed red-hot.

Satisfied, she reassembles Carnivore and turns once more to Judas. "So, don't suppose it's time for a formal introduction?"

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 3:54 am 

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Max felt his cheeks flush slightly as he was corrected- of course, why would he even say something like that? He had some natural ability but he was still a long way from completing his training. He nodded as Judas' assistant warned him against forgetting his limitations, although it was more a slip of the tongue than a statement concerning his prowess.

The woman directed his attention to a figure approaching from a distance; Max watched as the man began running, leaping over crates, propelling himself off of a Warpiece's back, and then up to the ship in a seemingly effortless display of arcane prowess. Before the man could even look at him, Max already knew it had to be Judas.

"Oh, hello," the Caster said with a wave, making Max's brow raise slightly, somewhat taken aback by the man's demeanor.

"Hello Sir, I'm Maximilian Hendrix, the new Journeyman Caster," he replied with a sideways flick of his eyes towards the woman who'd corrected him. "I was just speaking to your assistant and-"

He broke off as a Warpiece landed on the airship as well; a moment later a woman with auburn hair jumped down from its back and immediately began checking its parts for damages (he presumed). She worked quickly, whatever it was she was doing, and once she straightened up to address the man that would be his Mentor, Max saw with a jolt that she was actually relatively attractive, in spite of the numerous smudges on her face that had to be some kind of grease. She certainly had the look of a mechanic.

"So, don't suppose it's time for a formal introduction?"

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As Miss Cross had gone about her business of securing the Warpieces in the airship's hold, and just before the Captain and Caster Haas began their discussion, Wing Sergeant Mary Stalwart had reported to the Captain for duty, and then embarked. Her presence would have gone largely ignored by the various Casters; at the moment, she was little more than just another non-commissioned grunt walking the deck with her pack in tow. After briefly making her way below decks and stowing her travel supplies with everyone else's, she made quick introductions with a few of the lower officers of the ship, and got to work. As she wasn't bottom of the rank barrel anymore, she wasn't relegated to much of the heavy lifting and carrying that the deckhands and mule warpieces were. Instead, she was expediting and directing, overseeing work and getting a good look at all the faces that came aboard. This sort of life was a day like any other for a common marine of the Airborne division. Disembark, transfer, come aboard, get to work and follow orders, until the cycle started again. It was all a sort of blur, merging one day into another, one voyage into another, one duty into another. It wasn't boring, but it was numbing, to a degree. Even the casual light skirmish with an enemy airship that had ventured too close to Steelshire territory had nearly become mundane.

Stalwart had been part of the compliment that had begun to scout and map the island, and from the things she'd overheard the officers discussing, she was to be transferred to the lead ship with the main exploration contingent as soon as she reached port. From experience, she figured that this probably meant she was going to be the scout for the landing expedition. Since then, she started reading into clues and context, to get an idea for what she was in for. Three ships were being sent; that was a decent detachment. The lead ship was one of the most armored, heaviest-class frigates in the fleet -- that meant they were either expecting a comparable enemy presence, or they were going to be carrying precious cargo of some kind. Or both. Following protocol, however, this mission was exploratory. The only thing Mary could think of that would warrant this kind of muscle protecting it were mana crystals, and lots of them ... but you don't bring crystals to an expedition site. As far as she knew, none of the lookouts had spotted any enemy factions near the new landmass when they were there, either, though. All of this information didn't quite come together for her, which annoyed her a little, as she'd been doing this job for close to 14 years, now. Still, she wasn't in any place to really ask around about it, and if she was being honest with herself, she didn't really care. This was probably just another typical expedition to stake out the crystal ore for the Mining division. They were going to use her as the keenly honed military tool she had allowed herself to become, she would live or die, and if it happened to be the former, the process would cycle once again. Maybe they'd give her a little shore leave, first, though; she hadn't been home to see her mother and step-brothers in more than two months.

After the Wing Sergeant dutifully checked on the state, stock, and lock of the armoury, she started sweeping decks for suspicious persons. The burlap sack was pulled free of the long-rifle called Ashburn, and she swung it off of her back and into her arms. As she moved, she chambered a round, and observed the goings-on of the above deck crew. "Make ready for launch!" shouted the first mate, parroting a much quieter order from the Captain, above. An ear-splitting screech bellowed from the call whistle, coughing a heavy plume of steam into the air for the props to mulch moments later. Mary didn't flinch at the nigh-deafening volume; the blow of a call whistle from 20 feet away was nothing compared to a Warpiece's cannon going off right next to your head. As she took a headcount of the deckhands, she noticed that there were not one but two Casters conversing in their midst. That's twice as much as one, which was the standard retinue for a mission like this. Perhaps they were sending two parties. The Sergeant decided this wasn't the case, as one of them decidedly lacked the confidence of a full-fledged Caster. The other might have been a full Caster, but it was impossible to tell right away. One of them had to be, right?

Casters are of utmost importance. This was the creedo that was pressed into the Sergeant's head during training. A fully trained caster, with a compliment of warpieces, was worth twenty men or more, depending on their skill. They generally single-handedly changed the tides of battles. Despite the fact that they sometimes did or didn't have ranks assigned to them, they were all to be considered superior officers. There was always a vague exception about the journeymen, but it was never quite clear whether one was beholden to them or not. Since they were usually attached to their fully-fledged mentors, it was usually just a safe bet to do what they told you, anyway. So, for this journey, she would be guiding one or both of these two into the new wilderness. Given the awkwardness level between them, she wasn't so reassured of their abilities. From what she could tell, one of them was trying to put the other in his figurative place, for some reason. It wasn't her business; she tried not to eavesdrop. Mary finished her sweep of the upper deck, then turned back toward the quarterdeck and called out, "All decks clear!" Several other NCOs and COs called out statuses in rapid succession. Everything seemed in order. The boarding plank was being pulled aboard by several crewmen.

"All hands to launch stations! Stoke the engines and shove off!" called the first mate again, and a series of parroting calls echoed all over the ship.

The engines began to roar below decks, and the propellers above and aft redoubled their efforts, causing the ship to part with its mooring. As Mary was headed back to her station next to the quarterdeck, she heard a couple of deckhands pointing toward the bridge and laughing amongst themselves. She approached to investigate, coming up alongside them but remaining silent as she pulled the hood of her greatcoat off of her head. What she saw made her truly question what was going on, here. There were two more Casters down there, as well as a lightweight Warpiece, running like a nightmare out of the core for the ship, even as it drifted away from the small island where it had been docked. Four. Four Casters. By the looks of things, one of these two were definitely not only fully-fledged, but decorated. The other ... was hard to read. She wasn't sure she was a Caster, at first, but the teamwork she exhibited with the Warpiece made it pretty clear she was in control. Realizing what was about to happen here, Mary's brow furrowed, and she reached out a hand aft and shouted, "Clear deck starboard!" One after another, the famous Judas Haas and his company came ceremoniously crashing onto the deck moments after any crew that had been bustling about there quickly scattered. Well, that wasn't something you see on every voyage. Not only were there definitely four Casters here of varying grade and stature, but apparently the Captain was in such a hurry to leave that he nearly forgot half of them. That's just something you don't do. You don't forget Casters like you don't forget ammunition for your cannons or fuel for your engines.

Everybody more or less stood around and stared at these late arrivals, and it took the salty crack of a CO's command to snap everyone to. Soon, everyone was in motion again, preparing for the journey ahead. Mary returned to her post, trying to steal a closer look at these Casters as she passed without being too conspicuous about it. There was definitely something familiar about the senior one. She felt like she should recognize him. She couldn't quite pin the thought, though. At least from here, she'd be able to hear their conversation better. Her concerns with eavesdropping were officially alleviated.

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"Very well." Judas paused for a second as the deckhands went back to their posts before continuing, "I am Judas Haas. I'm in charge of running this fleet's worth of infantry and Warpieces. The other Casters on the other ships in this fleet also answer to me. If I am to fall, or am somehow not present, the next Caster in line will assume command."

"This is Maximilian Hendrix," he nodded at the new student acknowledging his presence. "A Caster beginning his journeyman training. He is under my tutelage." He had expected Max to be already outfitted in armor but occasionally he'd get a student who was relaxed enough to appear ready for combat.

He pointed, nearly touching the bridge of Olivia's nose and causing her to take a step back. "This is..." He trailed off for a second as though he forgot her name, "Olivia Cross." That entire delivery earned him a glare from the lady. "She is also under my instruction."

"This is Carolina Magispark. She has had Caster training but has opted to move more towards the role of a field mechanic." At this Olivia raised an eyebrow but did not make any comment. "She is to be considered higher ranked than both of you. Of all the casters, you are still Journeymen so you do not get to command too much. Less responsibility as well." He told his two students. "Olivia, show Max around the ship. Have him out down his stuff and put on your body armor before showing him around."

Olivia's eyebrows seem to slant even further almost to the point where it became a unibrow. She whirled off, "come with me," she stated curtly before whirling off to the lower decks. It was not a request or a question, but a order.

"We should arrive around noon." Judas told Carrie, "if nothing goes wrong that is. I doubt it though. The Gulf has a large area we need to pass over before we can land and the wildlife isn't what I would call friendly. We'd mainly have problems with Fleshpeckers. Nothing the ship's weapons can't handle but we will not be able to pass over the Gulf at top speed."

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Carrie hums. "Okay - I have a few questions. Number one - I never got any full order, all I was ever told was to report to the tower. I could do with a short briefing as to my primary responsibility - though I can imagine that would be warpiece maintenance -and the precise objectives we're trying to achieve."

With a casual wave of her hand, Carnivore walks over to the side of the airship and deploys its feet braces in order to stand firm. With longshot rifle and machine guns surveying the area, the complex command seems to have been given a bit too easily for someone who's only a journeyman in Harmony.

She never breaks eye contact with Judas, however. "And out of personal curiosity - my collegue indicated that I was requested by name. I'm journeyman with Harmony and apprentice with fire - is there a particular reason I was specifically named?"

As an afterthought, she adds: "And where can I find some guns? I seem to have forgotten my weaponry at the workshop in my hurry..."

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Max followed behind Olivia, leaving behind the talk of Fleshpeckers and the ship's weaponry; he was certain he wouldn't play much of a role in that aspect of the journey, at any rate. He watched Cross' back, remembering that she'd called herself Judas' assistant earlier despite the fact that the Mentor had just said she was also under his instruction. He frowned as they drew closer to the lower decks, presumably towards the Casters' lodgings. He could hear footsteps and the sounds of engines rumbling along as they moved down a narrow flight of steps.

The woman appeared to be fond of giving orders- he didn't really care, so long as she knew what she was doing and it helped the cause. He grinned idly at the back of her head; the other woman, Carolina, was announced as being higher ranked than both of them. He wondered if that rankled the Cross woman at all, and then a moment later the smile faded as he decided he was going to avoid that particular road at all costs. He had no desire to get caught up in the middle of that.

The silence was beginning to unnerve him somewhat, as it was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Uh… we almost there?"

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The four eminent wizards present began to discuss their plan, and as they did, Mary passively stood guard near the entrance to the Captain's chambers. She tried not to make it obvious that she was listening in. She'd watch the aerial ichor of her home begin to give way to fair skies and the occasional parcel of Steelshire-annexed land, floating here and there. It was one of her favorite things to fill her lungs with that clean air. That was one of those elements of airship travel that made years of service aboard them bearable. The sun rose well above what was now the clearly burning horizon, that ever-lasting reminder that an endless sea of churning magma awaited below them at all times.

The Wing Sergeant overheard the introductions as she enjoyed the scenery, and the first name produced brought a chill to the woman's spine. Caster Judas Haas, he had said. There was no mistaking it; that's where she recognized him from. She'd never been this close to the man, but she'd seen him on the battlefield more than once. Wherever he went, even this long after the incident that had brought him into Steelshire's arms, rumors were abuzz about him. As far as Mary knew, Judas was the only foreign-born person who openly lived within their nation's borders, due to a famous act of betrayal against his former comrades. Because of his actions that day, most Steelshire folk who knew about Haas generally regarded him as a war hero. Stalwart, however, couldn't get past his foreign identity. People from different factions simply didn't intermingle since the Greater Mistake. After a hundred years of perpetual war with almost every political entity they'd come across, nearly nobody was alive to set the record straight about them. It was simply assumed that they weren't people like Steelshire people were. There was a feeling of the unknown, a strangeness, an inherent untrustworthiness that made Mary on edge and instantly suspicious. The facts that the man had not only turned on his people for Steelshire, but then led a colorful and decorated career against her enemies did little to assuage this unease. If he betrayed his own people, why wouldn't he betray these ones, too, with the right motivation? Who knew what those Redlochs were really like? Still, the man was a superior officer, and most everyone around trusted him and his reputation. Mary would simply have to stow her insecurities with the Caster and perform her duties until such time that she found evidence of any subversion on his behalf, if there was any to be found.

Before long, all four of the prominent individuals were identified. Mary was somewhat surprised, and perhaps a bit amused, that the one who had been talking down to the other before and the one she'd been speaking to were essentially peers. Both answered to Haas, and the other one was an independent Caster. It also sounded as though there were going to be multiple parties after all, but the other ships were carrying them. Four casters in a single exploratory party, then. This was certainly going to be a memorable venture, if nothing else. Soon, Caster Magispark was voicing her concerns. It seemed that this one hadn't yet been properly informed about the mission. Odd. Still, there was something about her Mary appreciated, and it wasn't just that she wasn't a traitor and a foreigner like Haas. There was a down-to-earth feel about her, like she hadn't let castership get to her head. She felt like a person with whom a commoner like Mary could relate to.

Carrie mentioned a lack of armament, and this seemed like Mary's cue to speak. Once Haas had responded to her other questions, the long-gunner would clear her throat, brushing a stray, unbundled lock of hair behind her shoulder. "This way, ma'am," she responded. If she agreed, Mary would lead her to one of the doors on the quarterdeck, unlocking it with a key she'd been given and allowing the Caster inside. Inside, there were several heavy, oaken cabinets chained shut, and the Wing Sergeant dutifully proceeded to the first one, producing another key from the same ring and unlocking the heavy lock on the chain. The chain was removed and hung over one of the doors, after it was opened, revealing a dozen standard issue long-guns, along with ammunition and gunpowder. Then, she moved across the room to another cabinet of a shorter design, and made to unlock this one as well. Somehow, the locking latch caught in the shackle, though, and it seemed to resist efforts to pull it free. "Blasted lock," she quietly grumbled. After a moment's hesitation, Carrie might hear a faint hiss from Mary's direction before the shackle was forcefully torn free of its trap. The inertia from the release nearly put the woman on her rear end, but she stabilized quickly, and tried to play as though the lock had just been a bit stubborn. The chain was removed, the doors opened, and here inside were a series of similarly common pistols, and more firearm paraphernalia. Additionally, there were bayonets for the long-arms and small knives on the shelf above. After taking an audible breath, she noted, "Nothin' fancy. No ... magic. Guns, all the same."

She then gestured at several unlocked cabinets, positioned at the back of the room. "Swords, spears, and the like, there. S'not locked," she reported. Airship boarding parties still occasionally happened, and it was easier to go after your foe with a melee weapon than trying to load and **** a pistol while someone was bearing down on you. While the Caster was finding weaponry that suited her, Mary opened another unlocked cabinet, grabbing a rag out of it and giving her own rather exotic-looking weapon a good rub-down. Ashburn needed some proper polishing, but she didn't expect that Carolina was going to need much time, here. It was all fairly mundane and mediocre-quality equipment, mass-manufactured for the military's purposes. Most of the cabinets in the room still remained locked, because the majority of them held the exact same equipment as the ones she'd opened. After the quick wiping, the rag was stowed, and Mary would briefly test the mechanism of her sighting lenses. She'd hook her thumb in a loop above the trigger and slowly pull back on it. As she did, different-sized lenses flipped off the side of the barrel to snap into place on top, at different intervals and sequences, until all of them had clicked in. Then she pushed the pin back in, and the lenses quickly reversed their movement until they were all back on the sides of the weapon again. That done, she swung the weapon onto her back and patiently waited.

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"This way, ma'am."
Turning her head to see Mary address her, Carrie looks at Judas for an instant before shrugging and following the Wing Sergeant. As she leads the way to the weapons storage, Carrie begins speaking in a rather casual manner, as if nothing was out of the ordinary with her day - which was certainly a big lie. "Lead the way, then, Sergeant." She follows the sergeant closely, but it takes only a few seconds for Carrie to begin speaking again. "I notice your arm is a prosthetic, but it doesn't look like any standard prosthetic I've seen. What is it, a modified TCP-62?" She lets the question hang in the air for a bit, before they finally come to the weapons cabinet. Getting a good look at the rifles, Carrie grabs a carbine model and slings it over her shoulder nonchalantly before taking a fair share of bullets and powder. She seems altogether uninterested in Mary's battle against the lock, and simply goes over to grab not one but two revolvers and an appropriate amount of bullets for this as well. "See, now I feel prepared. Nothing like the weight of shooting iron to give you confindence in the field, right?"

She winks at Mary before heading over to the cabinet of mêleé weapons, grabbing a single survival knife and leaving it at that. She then heads out of the weapons storage, stretching a bit. She turns back to Mary. "I'm going to abuse my newfound autority and ask you to stick along for a while, so I can get a better picture of our objectives here, the composition of the expeditionary force, and stuff of the like. No complaint, please." As an afterthought, she adds: "And if that prosthetic ever acts up, come directly to me - I'm a medic as well as a mechanic, so I am well-equipped to handle it. You may consider that an order." She grins at Mary, ever wicked.

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"We're here." Olivia pushed open the heavy wooden door, revealing rows of hammocks attacked to the vertical beams in the poorly-lit room. She pointed to the back of the room where there was an empty space between two beams. "Pick up a hammock and set up over there. Once you're done, put on your armor and get back to the top deck." She moved to the side and went to collect her bag of armor and began to outfit herself in the armor.

Deft fingers made quick work of the armor, she got to her feet, cradling her helmet in her hands as she sat in her hammock while waiting for Hendrix.

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The fleet made its way through the clouds with little issue, save some turbulence. Soon, as the sun peaked overhead, their destination was in sight. The fleet stuck to the clouds, as the navigators worked to hide the ship from unwanted attention while they made their way to the landing site discreetly. There was a slight tension for a good few minutes as the ships lined up along the edge of a great cloud, waiting to launch a reckless advance into an area where there was no concealment provided.

"We have spotted Redloch ships west of our position. They are not even bothering to keep quiet about it." The deckhand notified Judas as a gentle breeze caused the chains to groan ever so softly.

"Get ready to move on my signal. We make for the landing point and fly low." Judas said, peering through the clouds to get a glimpse of the red balloons. The deckhand nodded and made to notify the signalers.

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