[color=8493ca][h3][b]Post Captain Le Marinier[/b][/h3]
[b]Telagrams and Talks.[/b]
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Airship. 

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Stabd off.

Damn it. The Post Captain cursed mentally at everything going on, everything had gone to shit from greed for the gold that they had in the hold. The sooner someone could take all this heavy yellow temptation away would be a relief. “I doubt he is in a fit state to climb but better to be sure. Would you find the Captain Miss Giorgios and  help secure the hold, He is liable to head to the mainer Embessy, but he also needs to attend to his wounds forst.” He agreed with the armed woman and former police officer. However, also thinking he was not stupid and did not try to ingress via his exit route and had several other cables and potential access routes depending how desperate you were. 

“He might find other ways, He was a captain of one of these balloons. Even if we guard the ramp." He said with a thought trying to calm his annoyed mind, the betrayal of the man, to attack them, had he asked the man he would have suggested he take some of non-treasury gold states were not interested in, coins he could spend and if he wants to run, take something you can spend. The treasury gold had to be handed over, the misc coinage was fractions of fractions of value compared to the main haul. Coinage could easily be lost, it would meet his ends and also the ends of the state, while theft technically it did not cross the lines of being theft of a defined resource of national importance. 

“Private, Mr Urses. Permission to approach the guard.” He said much more calmly and returned his gun to his side but he had a round in the chamber. Ready but also not actively a threat. “Put your rifle on safe, the horse has bolted the stable. Condition 1 or 3, dealer's choice. Zero, this is a thin hull, and thats a powerful round.”

It took a great force of will to place a hand on the man's rifle and gently press the barrel to face the deck. Away from the others in case he got jumpy. He with his other hand returned his revolver to its holster as a show he did the same. “A drink? Medicinal.” He gestured to where he took a drink from a hip flask engraved with the Favis national crest on one side and a Navy cypher on the other. His sister least knew about alcoholic gifts. 

Hopefully someone came for the captain, he could ask for permission to secure the Ramp with Favis Marines until someone came up with a better idea. Risky but someone had to secure the gold…until it could be taken to the vaults of which the treasury was chosen.