[h2]Pvt. Aden Robertson[/h2]

One of these days Aden would stop volunteering for things. Especially things involving secret royals. 

The past few days had seen Aden follow in trail of Zoe and her slew of errands. But not before the pair had been to a variety of tailors for clothes more "suitable" (as Zoe had put it) for the upcoming days. One of those stops had been formal clothing for the "informal" six course dinner. 

A stuffy affair that was not help by Aden's newly made dress uniform in Inburian khaki. The low rank of private and his handful of decorations a rather stark contrast to the variety of decorations the military officials in attendance had been present with. Though, his presence at Zoe's side had at least held off the more dangerous of glares. 

The drawing room afterwards had Aden expect more of the same; just with tighter spaces and more plush chairs. Instead, he found that the Prince's brashness was in fact not a facade. The man was just that excitable; and knowledgeable too based off a conversation Aden had with the man. 

It had been an offhand comment from the private. On his shooting from the airship and the ballistics he had been calculating. The Prince had seized on it; asking him about the viability of air based marksman and gunners. Gaging Aden's experiences on how well air based shooters could effect the course of the ground combat. To Aden it seemed as if the Prince was using the private; not as a guide but as a source. Another point of data for some endeavor the man was assembling behind intelligent eyes. 

After that, Aden had been left in peace however. Peace to smoke a cigarette in his corner as Zoe and Max conversed in their makeshift court by the fireplace. Zoe's eyes alight with both the flickering firelight and a gleam he was recognizing as preceding a scheme. 

[i]'What could she possibly do with an airship?'[/i] 

Then he heard her conversation and inhaled too deeply. Choking and sputtering. 

Turns out she could do a a lot. 

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[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]
She then turned to her companions, switching to Inburian, "Captain Arkadios, the bridge is yours.  Mister Naesandoral, you have the helm.  Set a course due East towards the Morktree." She spoke with the absolute certainty that people would do as she commanded... "I'll explain exactly what we're doing in a moment.  For now, everyone to your stations."
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Aden stood in Zoe's wake. Not a part of the Mittelandische escort but within them to a degree that signaled he had been allowed in the "Princess Regent's" near orbit. His uniform the khaki work uniform of the Inburian infantry; though he had sown his 46th Alpine patch on the left shoulder. The dirty and weather beaten circle a stark contrast of muted green and blue on the otherwise pristine uniform. 

His Krausser had been returned to his hip holster. A comfort he was glad for as he leaned for to Zoe's ear. 

"Not too late to turn around if you have doubts." He was no coward and knew Zoe to not be one as well. But he figured he might as well point out they had no need to risk the ship (and herself) on this plan. 

He had heard enough of it after the dinner to know where they were going. There was a chance they all go down in a ball of flaming debris. 

Though Aden was resigned at this point. His options were Zoe's plan, the frontline or a military prison with an express line to the firing line.