Katherine had been sitting in one of the rooms, carefully looking over all of the dolls that she had brought with her.  "One through 4 check.  Five through seven in good shape.  Number eight...  How did you stain your apron like that?"  The Firbolg woman clicked her tongue, slightly irritated.  "I swear, the next time show me before we get on the ship to come out gods know where. Welp, no harm to it. Hard to even see."  The woman patted at the doll's apron to see if it was something that'd just come off but to no avail.  "Hmm.  Well, we're looking fine now.  Now, go lets go ahead and get you all your weapons.  We need to be ready for the battle ahead."

Katherine stood and clapped her hands, and the dolls marched to the back of the room grabbing their weapons.  Four of them grabbed some nicely crafted halberds, just about the right size for the three foot tall dolls.  The other four grabbed four rifles and beltpouches to facilitate using rifles.  "Hmm, hmm.  Looking in good shape except a stained apron."  And it was, perhaps by fortune, just then that a certain heavily accented Krysa came over the intercom.

[i]“Vnimaniye! All maids report to the deck at once! Povtoreniye! All Maids report to the deck at once for mission briefing!”[/i]

"Hmmm, hmm. Yes, yes.  I figured it was about time, didn't I?"  Katherine pondered as she gave a sigh.  "Two Halberdiers in front, Rifledolls in the middle and 2 Halberdiers as rear guard."  And with that, Katherine lead the small troop.  It didn't take too long before the sounds of small, in-step marching dolls making their way to the top of the deck.  As Katherine reached the deck, the dolls assumed a single file line and set themselves to the side of the airship deck.  "Greetings, one and all.  Apologies if I've not shown my face topside much, I wanted to make sure my team was in top shape." The Firbolg said as her tail swished back and forth a bit, obviously a small bit excited to get to fight.  She waved at her dolls as thin magical looking threads of magic lightly flashed.  "They are, of course.  And I'll have them patrol around a small bit."

With that, the dolls broke formation and started to patrol the deck, looking over the side and making sure nothing was sneaking up on then.

"After all, it shall not be long 'til we start our own end of fighting."  The Puppeteer Maid checked her own personal weaponry.  While her rapier itself wasn't good at fighting bigger monster, she should be fine on that end with the dolls she had backing her up.  Her rapier was at it's position on the left side and her pistol on her right.  "So, how is our exquisite combat instructor?  Doing well, I assume?"  The cat smugly smiled at the woman.  "As well to you, Bernadetta? And, ummm, Leoniya?"  The woman asked.  As she introduced herself, one of the dolls patrolling behind the combat instructor gave a soft slap to the butt.  The cat had a death wish.