Captain Brovik grunts and smiles, looking out over the healing wound in the sky as Vincent asks his question.
"Aye," he says is a gruff, gravely voice. "Trozzk is a place most of us old folk visited back in the old days. It's a rare occurrence in time, being able to watch the last star in a plane burn out. Afterward, Trozzk will be dark and nothing will be left." He steps up from his seat and begins to step down to the side. "The young ones come out here to mark the start of their journeys. I still like to make routine trips here for all the recruits we pick up."
Brovik heads around the control panel to the front of the command deck. he looks out a large window at the Star burning off in the distance and then he grabs hold of a magnifying horn. He speaks into the horn, causing his voice to echo across all rooms in the ship. "Get yourselves ready, children. You'll be heading down onto the surface in ten minutes, Sir Gorchek will be your guide." He turns back to his seat and re-adjusts himself to a comfortable position. "Will you be going with them, Vincent? It's a tradition to leave something here. We all did it once."
Virum is climbing down from the crows nest along rigging that holds the sails up. He's very cautious, not wanting a repeat of last week when he fell and sprained his ankle. It's good to have Lanestol around, he thinks, but lets not give him anymore work than we have to, aye?. He casts a glance at the janitor cleaning up his water but makes a point to head to the very front of the ship, squeezing through as much of the crowd as he can. He spots the girls, he can't remember where they are from but he knows their names.
"Artemis!" he calls, "Isn't this crazy?" he says, shouting over the rumble of the ship.