The ember dawn burned through the mist laden countryside. The illusion of hell's fingers reaching through the fields wasn't a sight easily forgotten. Every morning dawn looked this way for the first five minutes and then it goes away turning back into a regular morning. Farmers of the Alliance would gather just to watch the elusive explosion of colors as the sun first peeked over the mountains.

	Sky breathed in deeply, as he felt the first rays of light hit his skin. His crew armed with sub-machine guns and bolt-action rifles laid about the deck of the ship. Other than himself and a handful of others, the crows-men was the only person awake. The moment his eyes land on something worth an attack, a single slap of the bell and everyone mans their battle stations.

	"Ahoy there captain," Freyer the cook said walking up with a platter, "breakfast today will be Steak and eggs." Sky turned his back to Freyer as he peered out the bottomside windows of his ship, the farmlands bustling in the winds while the plows created new farmland. Freyer set Sky's platter next to a map that displayed military routes.

	"Thank you," Sky said keeping his back to Freyer, "still one of the best Chef's I know. What's the crew eating?"

	"Same thing, except we got that bacon from our last raid in place of the steak," Freyer said walking towards the captains cabin door, "best get those eggs cooking up. Pete will be waking everyone up soon." Sky nodded to himself as Freyer spoke then left. He pulled out an officer academy gold watch. 0645, fifteen minutes more and everyone will be up and at 'em. Sky took the next ten minutes to eat his breakfast with no interruptions. He gussied himself up a bit before leaving his cabin. Many of the crewman had already woken up from their slumber and were relaxing at their spots or already heading down to get their breakfast.

	The ringing of the triangle emitted from Freyer woke the rest of the crew, "Come and Get it you Scallywags!"