Rawlin ran up the loading bay ramp, her boots clanging loudly as she went. A sudden strong gust of wind almost buffeted her off her feet and would have thrown her off the side of the ramp if not for the fact she grabbed a hold of a rope attatched to one of the heavier crates on the edge of the cargo bay area. Using the rope to pull herself the rest of the way in, Rawlin edged her way to the far side of the cargo bay and slammed her palm down on the brass colored button on the wall. It activated the mechanism that began to shut the loading ramp, sealing the ship from the harsh skies outside.<br/><br/>At the same time, the frayed ropes that had once held the maginificent ship to the docks gave a jolt before they began to be retreating slowly into the shelter of the airship through a five by five foot hatch. This hatch led into the belly of the ship, where the ropes and extra mechanical supplies were being held. On the far side of the room was a metal ladder that would lead up to the main deck of the ship.<br/><br/>Rawling raced to the metal ladder on the opposite wall and as quick as she could, climbed up to the main deck. As she ran down the navy blue carpeted hallways, the ship suddenly jerked to the left, throwing her off her feet and into one of the many living quarter doors lining both sides of the hallway. Wincing as a dull pain blossomed in her shoulder, she hissed and covered her ears as an ear splitting screech was emitted throughout the whole airship as the metal scraped against the far side of the terra it had just departed from. With no one steering, it began to lose altitude and drift where the wind took it; winds were particulary strong around the outside of terras, often times causing major damage to airships if they were not brought in correctly.<br/><br/>Cussing under her breath, Rawlin ignored the pain in her shoulder and pushed herself away from the wall with her elbow. The muffled thudding of her boots continued as she raced down the hallway, heading for the control room, where she would be able to right the ship. Not even paying attention as she read the label 'control room' she raced right passed it. As it dawned on her, she tripped over her own feet to stop and get turned around, knocking over the table holding the log book. Rawlin didnt bother catching it as the book crashed to the floor, sending loose pages fluttering everywhere in the hallway. Jogging back over to the control room, she pushed open the door and ran over the steering column. Grabbing a hold of the handles, one sticking out and curving upwards on both sides of the wheel, she grimaced as she had to exert herself and her injured shoulder in order to get the ship away from the side of the terra.<br/><br/>Once she had righted the ship and gotten it far enough from the terra that the winds would not send it crashing back into it, Rawlin flipped the switch on the control board to the right of the wheel that read 'auto pilot'. That would keep it headed in a steady, straight direction until she could take control again. Sliding down to sit against the wall closest to the steering wheel, she felt her shoulder making sure it wasnt serious. "I did it, without any problems too. This is perfect, it couldnt have gone any smoother than if my father gave it to me myself," she said to herself triumphantly. Grinning, she pulled out a map and set it out on the floor, completely unaware of the unwelcome guest that had entered the ship.