Through the Aether

[HottieKatie]

"Well, I guess, captain, you should be more aware of the damage you cause on your travels. Those seemed like quite angry men, and they could have caused us some troubles had not we been prepared." She kept thinking how lucky they had been.

"Anyways, how long till we reach our destination?"

 

[DirkPitt06]

Ormon leaned back, somewhat irked. Actually, irked was an understatement. How dare a wet behind the ears novice question his airmanship?

"We're still in need of supplies. I'll have to send runners and agents out instead of attending to it myself," he said a little too curtly.

 

[HottieKatie]

"Sorry, captain", she said, noticing his discontent.

"I didn't mean to upset you with that. It's just the incident surprised me. Maybe I should go back to my quarters, f nothing else is required from me...", she said as she payed her respects to the captain.

 

[DirkPitt06]

Ormon waved her out, still smarting. Random men, men he'd never even met before or seen, and she had the temerity to take their slander over the word of her captain?

He sighed explosively and leaned back, reaching for the metal chest that sat besides his bed. "Feth me, I'm getting old," he chuckled. "Only 40 and already so talented at playing the indignant coot."

He began withdrawing tools and rolled up his pant's leg. The dagger had flown between the polished and machined plates of brass that made up his thigh and had cleanly severed a tube of hydraulic fluid. Oil covered the prosthetic all the way down to the artificial ankle. He set to work with a small clamp, a tube of sealant and a drink.

The next day he made his way to the deck. Spying Charlotte, he hailed her. "Madam, we'll be turning into hostile territory soon. I wonder if there might be anyone else after our target?"