[b]Giogoula Giorgios[/b]

Giogoula was at the mess hall of the airship, drinking some coffee. She thought about the meeting she attended with the others and grimaced. She hoped for some good news coming from the frontlines but what Colonel Swaigers said didn't fill her with much confidence. Around 15,000 of the Imperial Army dead through the Morktree, the Calarians beating between the Quinian navy, the Imperial family captured, and Princess Philazoea unaccounted for. She doesn't want to believe that Princess Philazoea is dead but there just hasn't been any news to dispel the worry.

She took another sip from her cup. At least the line is holding strong at Grendell and Neapol with other kingdoms pledging support to the Empire during its darkest hour. How soon they will arrive would be another question. Would they arrive just in time to change the front or would it be too little too late by the time Synaxis forces arrived at the border? The policewoman finished the last of her coffee and placed the empty cup at the dishwasher, washing it before hanging the cup to dry. Giogoula then left the mess hall, taking a walk through the airship to think of what she should do for the time being.

Colonel Swaigers had mentioned that the vessel would likely be manned by an experienced crew from Grendell and used to support the war effort, the military men may continue to serve in the airship or be transferred to the front line. She wouldn't know what the civilians would be doing. Some might stay and continue the fight while others, particularly the foreigners and the women in the crossfire, may be given opportunities to go to a safe area. She would probably be given the option to be moved to a safe area, although she wonders if the military would let her put on a uniform and fight the communalists. She is still part of the Ministry of State Security, the Army might have use for her.

The sound of gunshot and the clattering of materials interrupted her thoughts.

"What the devil? Gunshots?" Giogoula thought, "Is there a spy in the airship?" The gunfire appeared to have came from the cargo area which she's near. The policewoman sighed. Of course the noise is coming from the cargo area. It could be of the people in the crew trying to steal from the Imperial treasury. She took out of revolver and made a beeline to the bay, her footsteps could be heard by anyone near the door. The policewoman went through the open door and the first thing she saw was the private, Aden Robertson with his revolver out, shouting at anyone to freeze. She doesn't expect that soldier to be the one who fired the shot, that small arm does not likely to match the gun shot from the cargo area. Raising her revolver, she stood behind the soldier at a diagonal side.

"Whoever fired that rifle, come out with your hands up!" She shouted while raising her revolver at the general area of the cargo area, her eyes darted around, looking at any possible movements or someone outside of the soldier.