[h2]Aden[/h2]

Aden stood his post at the machine gun. Watching the Favian Officer talk to the leader of the Mitteland contingent. 

Apparently they reached some kind of consensus because the post captain came back aboard. 
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Reaching one of the PA systems, he wired it into the all hands mode. “All Hands, Mitterland Army has come with legal orders to take over the air ship, I have handed it over on terms you can leave with all personal arms and effects belonging to you, the captain shall be respected and all will be searched upon leaving, however all shall be treated with respect due regarding to rank and rights. Please exit via the main ramp. We shall inform the others and they can arrange time to collect what belongs to them. Post Captain Le Mariner. Out. “. 

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Aden was taken a back. Legal orders. From who? Foreign land or not the ship and its cargo were Inburian. Aden might not have been born of Inbur; he and the post captain were both of Favis. But the insignia of his uniform belonged to Inbur. The training that saved his life was provided by Inbur. The ship beneath his boots was Inburian. 

He racked the machine gun to ensure a round was chambered. The already chambered round ejecting in a glittering arc of brass. 

Then he reached for the PA. The line leading up to the gondola’s gun position.

“I don’t care who’s land we’re in. Get me someone from my army here for my ‘legal orders’. Unless it comes from them I shoot anyone who comes near this godforsaken ship.” 

He let the mouthpiece clatter without fanfare. He owed his mates some kind of progress for their sacrifice. A net good for a cause they had died for. He would be damned if the ship was “transferred” and squandered under the banner of mutual enemies and vague assurances.

Who would think gold would cause such a divide? Aden didn’t much care for it but it was all he could grasp right now. The only tangible thing he had done in the last month. 

It was all he had to show for the load he carried.