"Now, when we arrive, Tick Tock, I want you to immediately find the ship's workshop and set up my belongings. I'll need the space for my studies, Hehe, HO!"

Quallyss was indeed pleased with the change in plans. Normally, he would detest having to miss out on the final marking period of the year, but at the same time, he loved field work. It was the most challenging aspect of his job, having to be on the forefront of scientific endeavor and research. Only a mind as truly brilliant as Quallyss' was up to the task, and he knew that he would be challenged. And so, with a bounce in his step and a grin on his face, he disembarked from his private carriage and entered the hangar, with Tick Tock carrying luggage, tool kits and other necessities closely behind Quallyss.

Humming a tune, Quallyss rounded a corner and heard talking in the next section. Probably some early comers, he thought to himself. Quallyss was about to make his presence known when he smelled the familiar aroma of gunpowder, and heard the crack of firearms. Cautiously, he poked his head around the corner, and his ear flicked in the direction of the talking. At the sound of gunfire, Tick Tock noisily dropped all it's things, backed up to a storage crate with arms out, and it's knees began to shake violently, with a loud rattling. "Quiet, Tick Tock!, You'll alert them to our position!" Quallyss breathed at him, anger apparent in his voice. Quallyss detested violence.

Quallyss went on all fours, and jumped up the crates, observing the scene from the supports high in the rooftop, drawing his flintlock pistol. Hmm, it appears they have a situation... No, wait, it's all sorted. He saw the familiar Dimitry Kovalev under a magical barrier, accompanied by two others Quallyss didn't recognize. Apparently, there had been a firefight. But it appears it is all settled now. It was then that Quallyss noticed the air crackle around a particular spot, ever so slightly and barely perceptible. Ah, so we have a mage trying to hide, eh? Time to drop in and say hi, I think... Quallyss nimbly hopped through the frames of the roofing until he was right above the spot where the mage was hidden. He then holstered his pistol, jumped down and free fell, boots first.

Quallyss landed on top of the mage with a loud thud, and knocked him to the ground, dazing and concussing him. He stepped off the mage, and dusted himself off, before standing to attention in front of Dmitry, saluting him. "T.A.C. Officer Quallyss sir. At your service. We received a letter asking - Hang on, just a second," Quallyss drew his pistol, and turned around, firing it at the mage he previously dropped on, as he was trying to crawl away. He made a grunt, fell back to the floor and and was still. "Sorry sir, I have no time for criminals. Any who, Quallyss here. We have heard quite the stories of your endeavors, Mister Kovalev. And surely, quite the tale here already, wouldn't you say, he he?"