The Captain kept a hand on wheel as he tried to remember which one applied to the correct engine and how to counter street as he had been told against the wind… It was like a current but it ran in 3 planes and there were no waves to help warn you. 

It had taken him engines, rudder, trim and angles to just keep the air ship on a mostly level course as they passed over the ground below, maybe they made this look far far easier than he did. A sudden judder to the left hit them as he felt the tail fight the wind gust that blew in and a hard application of power to keep pushing forward, the sheer mass of gold and such meant the probably agile airship had far less grace and every movement felt sluggish and heavy?

How did they even pull off his route?

The old man's attention was drawn back as a woman helped a wounded man back in, he could not let go of the helm and she did not know how to do either… As an Officer he knew, the ship came first above a life, so he remained at the helm. That was my priority… But The woman clearly was out of her depth and she was trying her best given the difficult circumstances she was facing. 

He had to do something to help, damn the old rogue weakness was of the fairer sex and he definitely made some bad decisions under influence of such. “Bulk head, red white, medical kits look alike. 

Step 1, breathe… Miss” He paused before he carried on and kept his battlefield training he had been given as a young sailor as brief as possible, laconic almost in the details as right now he had to try and keep them from drifting again. 

“Remove the layers, cut if needed. Clean and bandage till it hurts but not cuts off blood flow. Elevate The injury. We are going to start at 1.” He said calmly as his Focus was taken keeping the airship from lurching in the wind off course. “It will slow it, till someone can do better.” 

“You can do it… Miss, follow me. OK, step one, get his jacket off. Kit has shears or a blade of some kind usually." He dropped his voice to a more personal and calm tone, his mind was racing but training kept his voice cool and calm as Sunday morning stroll even if his hands felt more like he ran and tried to storm a trench. “Then we can see if it's clean, it's gonna be bloody, slippery even under there, humans are meat under our skin.” 

Hold it together captain… Battle shock can wait for me, that damned black dog that haunts me. He remained calm for the woman and willed the dog away with force of his training and his hope to save the man's life. “So, let's do this together.”

Thank God for his training right now. 



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[@Dyelli Beybi][@Terrans]