[b]Lennard[/b] 

While still in bed, he gradually attempted to get himself out of bed as nonchalantly and as abruptly as possible. First were his legs and then slowly the rest of his entire body before promptly springing himself from his comfortable bed, nearly tumbling over from dizziness. Could he still be drunk from the night before? Lennard, thought to himself. He then took a while standing to collect his bearings, if he still had any while sober, as his senses came to him very slowly again. 

The rotten, clear stench of the exposed rum gave his mouth an almost unpleasant odor, so much that Lennard gagged from both the odor and the unpleasant ingestion of over-consumption from last night's drinking games. Lennard rushed toward's his desk which lay only a few feet from his bed to grab a pint of water he left himself last night to wash away the foul smell of piss from his mouth, he then abruptly began chugging the fluid ungracefully while some drops of water began to trickle down his neck and chest. Finally, when the entire pint was empty, Lennard climaxed with a very sudden, uncivilized burp and with that small assessment, Lennard was back to the man he knew he was, completely free from any undesired hangover that might ruin his day-off today. Lennard soon closed his eyes to recollect his senses again, only to hear static from his radio system and then a familiar voice from one of the farmers from the village not to far from where he docked. 

[color=0076a3]"Hey, Lennie-boy!"[/color], said the voice. The static soon dissipated and Lennard quickly recognized that the voice had belonged to the fisherman whom he habitually bought from on Sunday mornings.  [color=0076a3]"Answer the goddamn radio, you fucking alchy!"[/color] Screamed the voice again, to Lennard, the tone of voice was an obviously urgent one. For once in his life did he ever hear the fisherman's voice raise so quickly and Lennard could not simply ignore it. 

[color=8882be]"What is it?"[/color] He casually responded, still gathering his senses from the aftermath of drinking heavily of the night before. 

[color=0076a3]"There's a group of unsavory people heading your way! I can't tell who they are judging by their airships, they're definitely not pirates, maybe military! But what the hell would they be doing here?"[/color] Lennard soon quickly gathered his equipment while the fisherman began to curse and make useless conjectures on who exactly those people were. 

[color=8882be]"I dunno who they are."[/color] He paused, while assembling the rest of his equipment. With a long pause, he began to load his lever action rifle and cocked it while hearing the sounds of steam engines outside, getting louder with every second that passed by. [color=8882be]"I guess there's only one way to find out. Lennard out."[/color] He then switched the radio frequency to one he had remembered from his years of being in the military, a frequency that military personnel most commonly use. After a few brief seconds of channeling through the radio for a signal, just when he thought he found the frequency, he thought of something to muster and say to the incoming ships that were approaching him but before he could even utter a single word, another familiar voice echoed through his vessel. 

[color=f6989d]"Afternoon Lennard, this is The Western Cross. Heading our way? If so, feel free to grab an escort courtesy of the Kushrina Mercantile Armada."[/color] Said the voice, he then stopped to put the pieces together. 

[color=8882be]"Annaveya Kushrina..." [/color] He thought to himself and with a laugh of relief he paused to see what would happen next. Lennard  could only think that the purpose of her visit must be, whatever it was. 

[color=f6989d]"Follow us if you'd like. We'll slow down so you can keep up. Would you need a transport ship to carry you to The Dawn's Guard?"[/color] She said, Lennard soon dropped his rifle and rushed towards out of his room and into the cockpit of his vessel, turning the engine on while catching a glimpse of the grand fleet of ships that floated around him in the crisp morning sky. A sight that both excited and intrigued Lennard. 

[color=8882be]"Hello, might I ask what the purpose of your visit is, Annaveya?" [/color] Lennard said through the radio. He then smirked and then waited patiently to hear a response from the young commander while heating his engine up and getting ready to disembark from he port.