[b]Lennard[/b] 

[color=8882be]"I see. Sorry to hear about your incompetent officer."[/color] Lennard responded, realizing he was still unconsciously holding a glass of the insalubrious rum which he poured for himself the night before. With one rapid gulp, Lennard drank the rancid liquid before checking his primary fight display to his radar display. [color=8882be]"No need for the escort by the way, Kushrina."[/color] he added, then glancing again over towards his advanced radar which he built himself a few years ago. It was actually a modified version of the one he had during the war, the Xullur D9-1093f. The only difference was the receiver had been modified so that any received signals from the receiver are then sent to a data recorder for storage on a disk or tape at a much faster rate. It was therefore significantly quicker than any other radar ever built. Waiting promptly for a few seconds to think judiciously about what options he had. [color=8882be]"I can see you from my radar, I'll see you soon. Lennard out."[/color] He concluded before turning on his engine, he had then decided to go with them. 

First was always the carburetor which needed to be double checked so that the extensions he designed specifically for the engine of this exact model could invariably cool the engines for many hours of flying that would be done today. Then, he prepared the X1-585a kick-starters that would boast his vessel in order to give the airship some horizontal velocity as he were on a runway on the other ship before tilting the ship. When the kick-starters were prepared, Lennard quickly adjusted his seat belt and put his helmet which came with a headset before he began to pull the lever to his right in order to manipulate the jet turbines to make it easier to take off. 

It seemed as if all engine instruments seemed to work and function properly, as there were no abnormalities with in the engine itself or the mechanics. Otherwise, Lennard would know. He was after all, one of the liberally most precisely cautious men when he came to technology, most importantly his own. Then the heat thermal was set to a rational temperature while the flaps were raised up to tilt the vessel no more than 5 degrees. Then the Kellros 10-89d hoover balls checked and seemed to work properly in order to be used to elevate him without the need to tilt no more than 5 degrees at a safe velocity. When he felt that he was definitely ready once again to take to the misty morning sky above the vale and into an adventure of his own, he preceded to turn on the engines to pull the throttle. But before heading out so promptly, Lennard qued in again to the frequency of the fisherman to whom he heeded to thank for earlier. 

[color=8882be]"Leroy, I really have to thank you for giving me a heads up earlier."[/color] He earnestly said over the microphone, being thankful for honest folk like Leroy, the fisherman to be around. [color=8882be]"If these had been pirates or skyraiders, I would have definitely been done for given that they had an opportunity to catch me from surprise. As you can tell, I don't think I'll be back in a while, goodbye and thanks again."[/color] 

[color=0076a3]"Don't mention it, boyo. Just thank the fact that I had, by sheer coincidence, been up this early in the mornin'. Farwell lad and Godspeed, miboy."[/color] The fisherman amiably replied to the young, ambitious pilot. Contently, the fisherman soon then returned to his duties and headed towards the river and departed from Lennard's signals, leaving Lennard ready to take off from the small port and take to the ambitious skies above. 

Flying brought immense joy for Lennard, almost as passionately immense as his narrow-interests for mechanics and aviation all of which were affable feelings that Lennard took fulfillment from nearly his entire life since early childhood. Even with the sickness that abruptly came after a night of drinking, the man could fly a plane innately as there is almost nothing that can stop Lennard from doing what he loved doing. This was due to the many experiences he gained as a child growing up as a prodigy aerospace engineer who worked for many companies and being in the military for a good amount of 10 years of his life, plus dejectedly another 5 of post traumatic stress and temerity that followed afterwards. Lennard was burdened by both genius and exposure, but hopefully this next potential job could make him forget once again about his past. 

[color=8882be]"Well, here we go. Show me what you got, Lenore."[/color] Lennard then pulled both throttles which sent the vessel accelerating at an almost alarming rate and he soon felt his heart rush again as he was filled of excitement, eager to see what fate might have waiting for him. The airship took a while to head off but then a few moments later, it was already in the sky. The prodigal pilot was glad to finally be in the air once again after an entire tedious week of irrelevant errands he had to attend for local farmers or friends, now Lennard was free to do as he chose. He then slowed the airship to a more stable velocity and turned on autopilot to help maintain a reasonable speed while elevating the ship using his Kellros 10-89d hooverballs a few hundred more meters from the ground. 

With autopilot on, Lennard soon brushed up against the chair comfortably and quickly glanced at the directional gyro to make sure of the direction he was heading before having to concentrate again. Once he was at a safe altitude, he was free of restrain to needlessly worry about how fast he was going as he then look a moment to gawk at the beautiful morning sky had never looked more clear. All while gaining a stable, reasonable altitude. After a few moments past of flying for several brief minutes, the sight of Kushrina's Western Cross at last became clear to him from several hundred meters away. To make sure, Lennard magnified the small screen to his right to see that it was in fact her ship. Lennard then qued in to the ship through radio while accelerating. 

[color=8882be]"Good morning, Western Cross, this is Lennard Kliemer requesting permission to land."[/color] He radioed in, waiting for a response.