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[b]Current Setting Details:[/b]
[indent] Weather: Cloudy, with a chill in the air.  
Time: Late Afternoon.
Location: The city of Ballard, a crowded mid-size settlement with heavy pollution.  Many large factories make up the majority of the city.[/indent]

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[indent][color=LightSteelBlue] [i][b]--Aubrey [/b][/i][/color][/indent]
Humidity hung thickly in the cool evening air.  Fading rays of sunlight broke through the gaps in the cloud cover, glinting off of the tall metal structures and casting long shadows across the ground.  The smell of burning fuel was almost overwhelming, though the citizens seemed to be accustomed to it and didn't notice..  Aubrey, however, was [i]very[/i] aware of it.

The young boy wrinkled his nose in distaste.  He secured the final tether he was holding, a large metal clamp that fitted perfectly into the dock's side.  Now, this was not an ordinary dock.  It was over 1,000 feet up in the air, and made almost entirely of metal.  A combination of brass, steel, and titanium, it was a huge beast that currently held about six or seven ships of varying sizes.  Aubrey turned back to the [i]Leviathan[/b], surveying her with hands on his hips. She had taken some damage in their last raid, and had to set down to make a few repairs.  They had flown as far as she would let them before setting down at this mid-sized city, named Ballard.  He hadn't been here before, but his impression thus far wasn't good.  It seemed pretty run down to him.

At the moment, the crew was given around five hours to explore.  They had been warned that if they got in trouble, to resolve it before they got back to the ship.  “Your problems are your own on land,” was a quote that had been drilled into Aubrey's head since he joined the pirate crew.  It had only been a short four months since he was enlisted into their little group, but it felt like a lifetime.  They had more action then he had originally expected.  By time they finished repairs from one raid, they were either onto the next, fleeing the pursuit of military ships, or picking a fight with some stuck-up rich guy with far to many bodyguards.  

The boy turned and gave the thumbs up, smiling widely at the window closest to him.  Inside, the flight crew returned the gesture as they slowly powered down, and she settled down gently beside the dock, hovering evenly with the deck.  He listened to the sound of metal gears grinding together and pistons firing as the engines relaxed.  They never shut her down completely (maybe fearing they wouldn't get her started again) but instead put the ship in “idle” while they did their repairs.

Aubrey turned and looked back at the city that awaited them, a grin on his face.  Ah, what adventures would he get into today?