Allan waged a silent war with his emotions, fighting between his excitement at being on an airship for the first time and his sense of duty and decorum as a TAC officer. He led Lysander to the animal hold, and though most of the crew gave the bear a wide berth, the docile animal's most aggressive actions were sniffing at those who passed, fixing them with a doleful stare in the hopes that they had food for him. Allan grinned and rolled his eyes at his friend. The big lummox was still the same goofy little cub he had always known, even though he stood half again as tall as any man on his hind legs and had claws the size of dinner knives. Eventually they got to the hold, where Allan coaxed Lysander into a pen, and after a few worried words from the handlers, Allan informed them that the worst they had to expect from him was the bear stealing their snacks when they weren't looking. "I'll bring you some food after the meeting, alright, big fella?" The bear snuffled back, and plopped down on its haunches, looking at Allan as if to say, "Alright, go get it over with. I'll be here waiting." "Atta boy, Lysander. I'll be back soon." Allan turned to depart the hold, and noticed a few other officers making similar compromises with their animals.
As he walked down the main corridor, he stole a glance out the porthole next to him and stopped for a second to marvel at the view. He'd never seen the city like this before. But there would be more time to admire the scenery later. He still had to unpack, and then get to the meeting. Reaching the cargo hold, he found his bags and shouldered them, lugging his belongings towards the cabins. He found one close to the cargo hold, and selected it as his own, dropping his bags onto his bed and pulling open the drawstring, unfolding his clothing and hanging it in the closet provided. Deciding that his armor wouldn't serve him terribly well aboard a flying vessel, he changed into his dress uniform and unbelted his brace of throwing hammers. He kept his sword on him, and tried the hat on before deciding it made his hair stick out and eschewing it. Satisfied, he checked the time, and realized he didn't have long before the start of the meeting. He rushed from his new cabin, but slowed before colliding with a pair of officers walking the opposite direction. With a few minutes to spare before the start of the meeting, he made it to the war room, and snapped a crisp salute. "Officer Allan Phaedrus reporting, sir!"