[center][b][color=#ED2939][h3][i]HADNAGY[/i] KOUYIALIS, MARKOS[/h3][/color][color=#DAA520]Barracks Post No. 143, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland[/color][/b][/center]
The phone rang.

[i]Hadnagy[/i] Kouyialis had some expectation on the phone ringing. It was always ringing about one thing or another, though he checked down at a watch on the desk. No, it wasn’t time for the hourly check. Something else, then. The other two phones, each on their own desks with a [i]Szakaszvezető[/i] each sitting, one connected to all the local Barracks Posts, one connected to the local civil police station, sat quiet as the third next to Kouyialis decided to ring. Corps headquarters. That couldn’t be good.

He could feel the eyes of the two [i]Szakaszvezető[/i], Kadis and Mihail, on him as a hand picked up the phone. That phone didn’t ring all that often. It was strange for it to do so.

[color=#ED2939]“[i]Hadnagy[/i] Kouyialis speaking.”[/color]

“[i]Hadnagy[/i], this is [i]Vezérőrnagy[/i] Kyriacou.” Kouyialis sat up just a little at that voice and name. Kyriacou didn’t often call. It was less than good, all told. “That airship. The one in Panayiotou Field. You’ve seen it?”

A pause. He’d heard of some talking about the thing, curious as they were, but not all that much. The people had mainly talked about it being some sort of airship out of Indbur, which made everyone assume they were some sort of refugees fleeing the recent issues there. Apparently the news had been that the city had fallen there to revolutionaries, which also made everyone he’d talked to have the assumption that the refugees were nobility of one sort or another. Kouyialis hadn’t bothered to run along and see the thing; he’d been too busy with the other work. An inspection had befallen one of the units in his purview. Truly tragic. [color=#ED2939]“I can obediently report that no, [i]Vezérőrnagy[/i], I have not seen the airship myself.”[/color]

There was a shuffle of paperwork on the other end. “Well. It needs to be [i]secured[/i]. Whatever incompetents that are they need to be relieved. You know how it is, [i]Hadnagy[/i]. I need a company there now and you are the closest to it. I am authorizing you to draw up immediate troops in the area and secure that airship. You will be receiving the paperwork later today. Do not wait on it. Do you understand?”

[i]Securing an airship[/i]? Well, that was a different set of orders, that was more than certain. He answered, and answered quickly. This wasn’t something to play about being timid, Kouyialis knew that much. [color=#ED2939]“I obediently report that yes, I understand, [i]Vezérőrnagy[/i].”[/color]

“Good.” And the man hung up. Kouyialis looked at the phone set in his hand just a breath before setting it down. That couldn’t be good. A glance at the other two men in the room said that they knew it couldn’t be good as well.

A look at the map pinned-up on the wall. Well, if Panayiotou Field was there, then the closest muster would be…Station 6. Well, that place at least had a large enough location. Wasn’t that line closest with maintenance further on that track? Kouyialis could have sworn that, and that the maintenance had been going on for near two months. Stations near that were…No 130, 132, 133…Military Police for the first two, Engineers for the third. Well, that would be good enough.

[color=#ED2939]“Call Posts 130, 132, 133. Muster all immediately available infantry to Station 6. Garrison duty. Mihail, get the men out front. Everyone able to go in the building, with a squad behind here. Get the communications wagon ready, but we’re not waiting on it. Clear?”[/color]

“If I might ask, [i]Hadnagy[/i], what exactly is going on?”

[color=#ED2939]“That airship.”[/color]

Mihail paused. “Ah.” And, with that, the man was out of the door as Kadis started to call the other posts. Both men understood the gravity of the situation, at least clear enough that they knew to not dawdle about. There was something to be done that was out of the normal day-to-day business, and that something had some amount of importance to it.

Kouyialis swallowed. Goddammit. Well, up to that damn room to get his kit.

[hr][center][b][color=#DAA520]Station 6, Elvesland, Kingdom of Mitteland[/color][/b][/center]
The train station was, as stations went, extremely quiet.

Kouyialis could tell that the city employees hadn’t come by in some time to sweep things up or move any objects. The three bicycles that had been set set aside a fence hadn’t been moved, instead collecting a number of webs along their frames, while small piles of dust and soot had accumulated in every corner. If he imagined it, he could see the little poofs of dust up from their boot-steps. But no, that was just the man’s imagination, and he adjusted his shouldered rifle.

Sixteen men were with him; they had moved through the street quickly enough, with their packs and gear and the rest, and by any account the [i]Hadnagy[/i] hadn’t bothered to give pomp and ceremony to their travel through the streets. No, they fast-marched the whole endeavor, a brisk enough pace with far more space between each man than any regulation had called for.

Ahead, he could tell that the other Posts had given good enough responses. Ten men here, Twelve here, Ten again, each with another [i]Hadnagy[/i] with them. Well, that wasn’t all that bad. The man’s mouth was wry as they approached, fast-marching up as the three men before the waiting troops looked at him expectedly. [color=#ED2939]“[i]Hadnagy[/i] Kouyialis,”[/color] each said, giving a salute that he returned. Kadis, alongside, could be heard. “Company, halt!”

The men introduced themselves as [i]Hadnagy[/i] Giorgiou, Nicou, and Panou. “As I understand it, [i]Vezérőrnagy[/i] Kyriacou has appointed you to command this?”

Well, it seemed that Mihail had decided to make some explanations on his own. That was more or less annoying, though it couldn’t be helped. It had given them some incentive to mustered as many as they could, after all. [color=#ED2939]“Yes. We’re to secure that airship. Immediate concerns and all that. There are, apparently, some form of security aboard. We’ll be making contact with them and taking over.”[/color] He paused, looking over the men. They seemed roughly in good shape, all told, with only a few being the characteristic tiredness of a midnight watch.

[color=#ED2939]“We’ll march first, Giorgiou, Nicou, Panou behind, yes? Once we’ve made all the pleasantries available, any man who isn’t given to heights will go up to the airship and man its machineguns. Anyone elsewise will secure the mast. Understood?”[/color]

They all assented. It wasn’t a plan that needed a great amount of consideration, especially since they were in the capital itself. So, then, off the mismatch force marched.