~Lydia: Passenger Cabin----"Sohana"~
Lydia nodded to the gentleman in the front, and quickly attended to his breakfast, pushing the trolley back to the front when she was done. "Two eggs, over-easy, three slices of bacon, two slices, of toast, and a cup of tea." she repeated, handing him a tray filled with his order. On its rectangular metallic surface was a peach china plate with floral designs. The dish was filled with two, fat eggs that were done over-easy in a perfect faultless circular shape, with the edges of both eggs merged slightly. Next to it was four slices of bacon fresh out of the oven, hot and steaming, the strips were stacked neatly next to each other and had no broken edges from what Land would have seen. His two slices of toast were each sliced diagonally in the middle as to create four triangular pieces of bread, spread across each piece of toasted bread was a thin layer of butter, not too thick but just enough to make the toast melt inside a person's mouth. Next to the plate a fork and a knife was placed along side a folded napkin, also in a triangular shape that matched the slices of toast in a clever manner. Setting down the tray on a small table in front of Land, the stewardess next took his cup of steamed tea and placed it next to the knife on the side. She then gave him the usual milk and sugar before uttering the common flight attendant saying, "Enjoy your breakfast, sir" and bowing respectfully before moving on to the next customer. She treated the man with respect and care because she knew how rich he was, and how important he was to the business. Any disappointments, and her job was in jeopardy, as well as her employer's business. If she had learned anything while on the job on board the "Sohana"
, it was that the rich were the ones that truly had power.
Next was Myka, the hearty sailor who ordered the large number of bacon. Her smile grew as she drew nearer to him, she would never be able to forget his order. A plate full of bacon messily stacked on top of each other but still retaining some sort of style amongst them as if stacking bacon on top of each other was some sort of sacred art form. This was all placed on a large, white plate, the eggs the sailor had ordered was placed on a much smaller plate that was also white. The number of eggs were two, and they were done sunny-side-up, the default way of cooking eggs for Edward. "Enjoy your breakfast" she said to him in the same way she told Land.
Next was the dirty little girl, whom the stewardess couldn't but wonder why she didn't keep herself clean and tidy like a normal young lady. But since she was obviously some sort of engineer she decided not to question it, although she had to ask herself what a woman was doing in the engineering business. Instead she presented Nitori with her order of scrambled eggs with diced onions spread throughout as well as sprinkled pepper. Positioned around the scrambled eggs in a circular manner were four juicy, thick sausages. It was made in a special, artistic manner, with extra dices of onion piled a little at the top of the scrambled egg's centre as if it was some sort of big finished. The stewardess poured the young woman more tea, giving her a smile. "Enjoy your breakfast, ma'am."
Next was the Orr-kin at the back of first class, and she approached him in a cautious manner. Lydia was not used to Orks being on board the "Sohana"
and as a result did not know how to deal with them. She heard stories of how if a person made an Orr-kin angry enough they would become a force of destructive power. It was a very scary thought to be sure, especially when they could not afford any damages to the "Sohana"
. She smiled nervously as she approached him, and slowly handed him his two biscuits which were already buttered with a nice clean spread. "Enjoy" she squeaked, trying not to meet his eyes, wondering whether he was made at her or not. He must've been, she didn't even look at him in the eyes. As she continued down the aisle she felt a tinge of regret, but she also felt some hint of relief. Orks were always so intimidating to her, but that was mainly because they were so gigantic. Unfortunately, she also had to serve that other Orr-kin. She supposed she couldn't complain, but never-the-less the stewardess was in no hurry to insult anyone. She served Sora'oso as quickly as she had served Mork, taking care to give him too the usual blessing. After serving Sora, she somehow felt calmer knowing that the Orks were probably enjoying their breakfast, and that she had nothing to worry about. Now that she had thought about it...the Orks did seem more civilized than the sort she had heard about in stories. Hopefully they would remain that way.
Alimbur's order had a little bit of everything just as she had asked. Journalists were some of the regulars on the "Sohana"
so she was used to their company. Most of them never required much, but they were a rather nosy bunch. This one was no exception. The stewardess looked disapprovingly as the woman got up from her seat and strolled up to the first class portion of the cabin. She shook her head, she would never understand the antics of journalists. "Excuse me for a second ma'am, it won't take long" she told the Gypsy who she was planning to serve next before walking back up to the front of the first class section. "Sir, is this woman bothering you?" she asked Land.
========================================================================~Axial Corridor, "Sohana"~
Upon the narrow walkway walked a lone man who could have easily been mistaken as a crew member, but the truth was he was just another stowaway. The crew was up and busy that morning, with their destination high in the distance, it was no surprise that everyone was suddenly attending to their duties. The exact number of crew members on this ship was large enough so nobody would notice a man that normally wouldn't be caught dead on an airship. People just assumed he was a newbie. The man passed by a large gas bag filled with helium gas, there was about sixteen of these things on this ship, all of them meant to keep it afloat. If anyone were to puncture at least one of these beasts the ship would surely be in great danger of sinking. But it wasn't intention to sink the ship. No, that would ruin his entire reason for being here. He intended to ride the "Sohana"
all the way to Meka. Perhaps there he can finally discover the true master of this complex game, a game that has been bothering him for awhile. 'Not to worry, old friend. Your disappearance would not have been in vain.'
he thought as another engineer walked by him towards that lead to the lower corridors and in turn, the hull.
Why was he up here? He didn't know. He supposed he should've stayed asleep in the crews quarters like any crew member would've done. He just felt that people would be less suspicious if he looked like he was actually doing something. Before him was a ladder that lead to the observation deck. He was tempted to climb up there himself, but decided not to. He had no reason to climb up there unless he was mending the airship's envelope. But that's the thing, no one was supposed to be up there. So why was there men climbing down the ladder?
========================================================================~Lawrence Vyce: Passenger Cabin, "Sohana"~
Lawrence sat uncomfortably against the shifts of his neighbor. How rotten was his luck that he was stuck sitting next to an Ork
of all things. The guy was practically a giant, and not at all soothing to sit next to. It didn't help that he was constantly moving. Lawrence understood how hard it was to be comfortable on an flight, but was all the shifting really necessary? The designer looked out the window, attempting to ignore the two Orks talking to each other, but his gaze was met with a peculiar thing. There was now an airship
just outside his window, located right near the "Sohana"
. It was a smaller airship with an envelope that was dyed a crimson red. Its gondola was shaped as if it was a real ship, built entirely out of wood. In fact, the gondola was leveled with the gondola that was the passenger cabin in an almost sinister way. Lawrence felt a need to warn someone, anyone. Perhaps the stewardess, but she was busy with the journalist in the front, the one that was snapping that annoying camera of hers throughout the entire flight. He shifted impatiently in his seat, wondering whether anyone would notice.
========================================================================~Control Room, "Sohana"~
The elevator man peered out the command gondola's windows at the airship that appeared right next to theirs in a worried manner.
. I don't know where it came from either?" Fritz sighed, doing his best to keep control of "Sohana"
"Do you think it was following us the entire time" asked Dav nervously, knowing far well what this might imply.
"Can't really tell. We'll just have to be careful not to get to close. Who knows what they fill their gas cells with."
"Or if they have
Fritz ignored that comment, "Just make sure to keep the ship level. We can't risk too much elevation with this idiot around."
we can send them a telegraph."
As if one cue the control room's telegraph received a message in the form of Morse Code. The elevator man quickly worked to interpret the beeping noises that came from the machine:
- Code: Select all
-.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / ..-. .. ...- . / -- .. -. ..- - . ... / - --- / ... ..- .-. .-. . -. -.. . .-. .-.-.-
"Well, what's the message" asked Fritz, not looking up from his controls.
Dav's face grew as pale as paper, staring at the piece of paper before his hands.