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He hops out of the autogyro, disengages the controls stick, and twirls it playfully before holding it under his arm. And then he goes to the rear of his craft and pulls a metal wire netting over her "saddlebags", and then flips a switch underneath. Anyone trying to steal from this craft is in for a shocking surprise.

Security taken care of, he wanders the dockyards, looking at the various craft berthed here.

Myles looks keenly about. It should be obvious to any veteran people-watcher that he isn't gawking in a touristy manner, but fixing landmarks for navigation. In the sweep of he gaze he catches and makes note of the watcher as well.

She saw him docking and coming out looking bewildered and astonished he started talking to a girl for a second then started walking. She smiled following him coming up behind him. "Hey you new here?" she said with a big grin on her face, her goggles on her forehead, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

she grinned looking out over the side into the sky watching it go on forever "Ya, same here its wonderful, its like a dream. My balloon bumped into it, thats how I ended up here" She stuck out her hand kinda striking a poise "Im Botrum C. Tess but you can call me Talon. nice to meet you"

she thought for a second "no sorry I havent needed one you see my balloon broke on the way here so im stranded, .....But, I would be happy to help you look for one"

((I sincerely hope I am allowed to do this sort of Entrance))

Manfred's goggles were partially fogged, and his thin beard coated with a fine layer of frost. The Wrath of Achilles was vibrating terribly. From the found horn, he could hear the Engineer yell "Herr Hauptmann, the engines will going to explode unless we set down." Manfred yelled back "You must make them last longer Leutenant. Put that famous ingenuity of yours to practice!" Silence. Just out of Berlin, they had been ambushed by two pirate vessels, obviously mistaking them for a merchant ship, and not a Jaeger class ship of the German Luftflotte. After badly damaging one ship, they had narrowly escaped further damage. Suddenly the violent shaking stopped, and the ship began to move more swiftly. From the hearing horn he could hear, "I cannot guarantee these engines for more than an hour Herr Hauptmann, but they are running for now."
He was now huddled over the steering wheel, a thick blanket covering him (the battle had knocked out the heating), chewing on a cigar which had long since gone out. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around and saw Oberleutenant Schwarzhaus, the actual pilot of the ship. Her short brown hair fell beneath her pilots cap, and contrasted with the steel grey uniform she was wearing. She was holding a steaming tin mug of coffee "I though perhaps I should take over Herr Hauptmann. You could get some coffee?"

Reluctantly Manfred relinquished the wheel, and accepted the mug and took a sip. It was 'Pilots Coffee' (i.e. Coffee with Schnapps(or any hard liquor actually), and it warmed him up immensely. He pulled out his telescope and examined the horizon. A speck appeared on the horizon. A floating city perhaps? He checked his charts but found no mention of it. Than again they were badly dated. In fact, that was his reason for the trip: acquire new charts from the Airship Pilots Guild in London. "CHange course," he called to Schwarzhaus, "Land there. Call out the Marines to be certain." After several minutes the armed German marines were on deck. With a loud chugging, the "Wrath of Achilles' engines died, feet above the landing pad. It landed with a loud banging thud, which caused many people to look again with this damaged warship. The silence after the engines were shut off echoed in his ears. The marines were the first down the ramp, keeping their bayoneted rifles shouldered.
Manfred took out his revolver and broke the chamber down, and while loading it said to Schwarzhaus. "Make repairs. My purse is in my quarters, use what is necessary to purchase parts. I am going to find out where we are." He closed the revolver, and walked down the gangplank into the crowd.

From the dockyards, a small cargo shipped docked in. It was of simple design, of a rather square nature. Four men took out a few boxes from the storage container, leaving one man to guard the shipping container. After this, the three remaining men took the six boxes (two to each person) and went out in search of the place chosen to deliver them.

James' supplies had arrived, the cargo itself labeled as 'cheese wheels' on the side of the boxes. The men delivering them, oblivious to the fact that the items inside the boxes were going to be used to construct explosives.