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As it turned out, Éliane’s fears were unfounded. A short while later, she was greeting what felt like the first real friendlies in the country outside of personal relations to the Kirins. She returned a slightly sloppier salute, but one that still fell in the bounds of conduct becoming of a Skaelan officer. “With how bad things have been going, better late than never,” she sighed, words dry. “But we’ll gladly take that ride.”

There were a lot of things that needed rectifying now that so many holes had been exposed in her country’s defenses, but nothing that she or any of her superiors could act upon now, unfortunately. 

“Now there’s a thought.” Éliane turned towards Galahad at his words, her hands already at her chin. “Let’s do it. I want one too. Think of all the weapons we could put on it, the technology that we could steal…” Wiping the dreamy look off her face, she inclined her head more seriously towards the dragoon. “With our mission, it’s possible. It might depend on how difficult the learning curve and manning requirements are compared to our own ships, though. The design principles are fairly different,” she gestured towards the craft they were boarding. As proud as she was of her own country’s technology and designs, Éliane had to admit they were behind the curve compared to Valheim in at least this aspect. 

“When we get one, I’ll crew it with my own men if I have to. I’ll make it work.”

She soon settled into the flight to Falcon’s Nest. With the brief downtime, Éliane took the opportunity to search for the ship’s skipper; it was the first real chance to get a better picture now that there was someone more plugged in to talk to. “What’s the situation with High Command and the rest of the country right now? Solitude?”