Post by Faolan Skye on Aug 14, 2016 21:11:05 GMT
OPEN TO Caitlin Cockfoster
One the Prometheus, gem of the EIRAL fleet, the ship had undergone months of reconstruction and alteration. While close to its original form, the ship was now black as midnight, twice as fast, and boasted enough armament to defend itself in a fight. It had undoubtedly cost the Brotherhood a pretty penny, but she was now a valuable asset ready for a new life and purpose. Skye had aptly renamed her "Redeemer" and broken the bottle across her bow himself.
Now she hovered in the clouds, just outside of Lodan visual range. While altered, she might draw questions none of them wanted to answer. Perhaps once Alistair and his ilk were no more, she might safely dock again. Until then, her crew needed to be ferried to shore by the small yacht attached to her dorsal section.
Today, most of the crew had gone to shore, leaving only a skeleton crew to run basic systems. Skye enjoyed these quiet hours. He could walk the ship without running into a single soul, and take the time to enjoy the views offered by the large glass windows the encircled the multiple decks of the ship. The only place one couldn't see out was the engineering section, which was fine with him. The noise down there was enough to make any time at all in that place enjoyable. The engine crew all tended to wear large ear muffs for that reason. At the moment, Skye was sitting in the large Captain's chair on the empty bridge. He considered the view here to be the best on the ship, and the hum of the instruments was quite pleasant. It was hard to imagine that only a year ago he'd been trapped in the confines of an office as the leader of the EIRAL, and now he was here captaining his own ship. It put a smile on his scared fact.
The deck phone rang on the small wooden table to his left, interrupting his thoughts. The voice on the other end told him a small skiff was approaching, preparing to dock. He thanked the deckhand and stood up from the chair, heading briskly to the docking bay.
One the Prometheus, gem of the EIRAL fleet, the ship had undergone months of reconstruction and alteration. While close to its original form, the ship was now black as midnight, twice as fast, and boasted enough armament to defend itself in a fight. It had undoubtedly cost the Brotherhood a pretty penny, but she was now a valuable asset ready for a new life and purpose. Skye had aptly renamed her "Redeemer" and broken the bottle across her bow himself.
Now she hovered in the clouds, just outside of Lodan visual range. While altered, she might draw questions none of them wanted to answer. Perhaps once Alistair and his ilk were no more, she might safely dock again. Until then, her crew needed to be ferried to shore by the small yacht attached to her dorsal section.
Today, most of the crew had gone to shore, leaving only a skeleton crew to run basic systems. Skye enjoyed these quiet hours. He could walk the ship without running into a single soul, and take the time to enjoy the views offered by the large glass windows the encircled the multiple decks of the ship. The only place one couldn't see out was the engineering section, which was fine with him. The noise down there was enough to make any time at all in that place enjoyable. The engine crew all tended to wear large ear muffs for that reason. At the moment, Skye was sitting in the large Captain's chair on the empty bridge. He considered the view here to be the best on the ship, and the hum of the instruments was quite pleasant. It was hard to imagine that only a year ago he'd been trapped in the confines of an office as the leader of the EIRAL, and now he was here captaining his own ship. It put a smile on his scared fact.
The deck phone rang on the small wooden table to his left, interrupting his thoughts. The voice on the other end told him a small skiff was approaching, preparing to dock. He thanked the deckhand and stood up from the chair, heading briskly to the docking bay.