Wulgoth leaned against the side railings on deck, watching the geographical shift of Venastia as [i]The Aurora[/i] hovered forward. The scenery was gorgeous, but he wasn't into that sort of thing. Aside from a few crewmen monitoring the solar wind sails, this spot was perfect for being left alone. The Org-Humas frowned at his new assignment leader's subtle chide from earlier. Wulgoth reasoned that he took the best course of action; believed that he saved their lives, and became moody for the fact that no one acknowledged him for it. 

"Hmph!" Wulgoth crossed his arms. "Damn old fool, patronizing me like that!" He spat off to the side, but unfortunately did so against the wind. Splat! The streak of his own saliva whipped back at his face. "Damn it all!" He punched the metal railing with his hand. The clear sound of chuckling caught his ears and he immediately snapped over to the crewmen, who shuffled back to their duties. [i]Grrrrr[/i]

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Dmitry took his usual tour through The Aurora, receiving updates from the crewmen about her condition. This would mark his second campaign on this airship. There was no doubt that she'd perform just as well as she did before, but that never stopped him from double/triple-checking just to be sure. He first stopped at the hangar section, unboxing his Ivanov automaton and probing it for any damage from the fire-fight. It stood a foot taller than him, with bulky arms that had a network of gears reinforcing its limbs and pelvic region. The bulbous opaque shield where its head would be gave no expression, but Dmitry always imagined its emoticons in his mind. 

After a tedious inspection that warranted no concern, he double-checked the crew's inventory list, calculating that all the items were at regulation weight, then trucked over to the Animal Keep. Upon arrival, he spotted Connor and his animal, Chi, making themselves comfortable on the floor. With all the racket going on in this room, it amazed Dmitry that the fire mage chose this spot as his resting quarters. He shrugged, nodding to both of them before continuing his inspection. All of the beasts seemed obedient enough, save for Gwar, Wulgoth's wolf pet. It had to be confined in a rubber-matted cage to prevent electrocuting anyone that dared to get close to it. It snarled at Dmitry until he left the keep. 

He rounded up the stairs and politely returned salutes when crew-members gave them. After he checked the designated resting quarters, spotting Chang and his spherical contraption completely still on the floor, Quartermaster Danes, stamped toward him down the hall. He was a lanky young humas that had an awkward gait, suggesting he still had trouble getting used to the altitude. 

"Sir!" The quartermaster's salute was so stern that he slapped his own sweating forehead. 

"Something amiss?" Dmitry asked, noting Dane's face was flush with anger. 

"Officer Quallyss has taken several liberties in the ship's workshop! Two of our engineers have already filed complaints. Their working environment has become quote:...'Uncomfortable.' Something about dangerous liquids and moving tentacles, sir." 

Dmitry paused for a moment, rationalizing the Quartermaster's last sentence. "Uncomfortable is a soft word, Quartermaster. So long as they're able to do their duties, I have no concern for what gets them in a tizzy."

"...Sir?" Danes said, a frown creasing his already disheveled face. 

"They'll just have to make do. If the problem persists, then they have my approval to move their facilities to the upper quadrant in the hangar. Why don't you go top-side and get some air, Danes. You're fuming." 

"YES SIR!" The Quartermaster gave an expressionless salute, then trotted back toward the stairs leading up to the deck. Dmitry chuckled. [i]Oh this is going to be interesting indeed.[/i] 

 After casual glances through the remainder of the stations on the first floor, Dmitry finally ended up in the War Room. Not to his surprise, Finn, the Org-Cathian, was the first and only officer present in the room. "Punctuality is one of your many strong suits, I see." Kovalev nodded, rounding over to the head chair of the long table. Just then, an officer from the bridge climbed down and entered the room, saluting, then handing over a manilla folder to Dmitry. He reached over and grabbed it with his regular hand, giving a half-assed salute with his mechanical arm to send the crewman off his merry way. "We'll get started as soon as everyone's here." Dmitry said to Finn, glancing at the time piece strapped to the back of his palm.