Biggs and Wedge crowded around Cid’s station as he donned the other earpiece, set up the microphone, and went about coordinating all of the storm beast forces, executing the protocols he had co-developed with his master to the letter. Though Wedge offered to assist with his work, Cid had flatly declined; another beast aiding him directly would serve to splinter his concentration. He found much more success with aiding the other operators, fortunately enough. Biggs, on the other hand, was content to simply stand back and watch the two displays with awe: a move that suited Cid perfectly fine, as he would not interrupt him that way. One of the displays frequently flipped between the analogue broadcasts of the other airships as he worked. The other was fixed on an aerial view of Tempest Shadow and her escort, the image captured from one of the many video capture devices affixed to all of the manned telescopes and periscopes across the ship; in this particular instance, from the bottom-most scope he had tasked with surveilling her.