<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Gabriel</span></span><br/>Gab was relieved when he managed to get the last of the barrels tied down in the hold just as the rest of the crew started to arrive and the balloon sail began to rise. Like any ship, the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady</span>needed a crew that was on time, in order and working like a well oiled machine, and Gab was a cog in that machine that needed to get going. He quickly ran to his bunk, grabbed  his weapons pack (it was far to useful to go without, even when not fighting), and rushed up to the deck. He didn't even waist a moment to say hello to Richmond and First Mate Oliver before throwing himself up onto the rigging as the balloon expanded. This was his favorite part of the ship, the rigging. Many a man was intimidated by the odd angles and the altitude above the deck, but Gab thrived off the challenge of it. In no-time he was up in his rigging, checking for snags and unraveling rope to be tied down. He looked in the distance and saw through the clouds only a hint of a glimmer of steel. That was far too much of the<span style="font-style: italic">Steele Maiden</span>to see for his liking though.<br/><br/>"Ma'm" Gab called to the captain, "the rest of the crew better get here quick. They're not even close to being in range and I think we'd like to keep it that way!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Red Leadson</span></span><br/><br/>Red nodded at the commanders sound advice. Even with ships that could fly in three dimensions it was possible to box another ship in if you outclassed them by far in size, and the<span style="font-style: italic">Steele Maiden</span>had size in spades. Red both liked and disliked this plan for the same reason. He was in charge of boarding and the kind of weapons needed for it. He gave a quick solute to the captain and turned to his duties.<br/><br/>"Jackson! Horner! Willson!" he barked, calling the three officers under him. Each of them scuttled in front of Red and stood at attention as Red immediately gave orders.<br/><br/>"We will be coming in on the enemy soon, and our captain has commanded a clean boarding capture of their captain. This means we need all available hands armed and ready. Jackson, you'll be in charge of the firearms, Horner the ammo, and Wilson the swords and boarding hooks. I want those dolled out and hour ago, understood?" Red spoke with absolute authority of purpose and waisted  not a word. The three men nodded in recognition and Red smiled.<br/><br/>"Good, now go. Show the rest of the crew why I'm the Lead Coyote!" He barked and the three of them rushed off as Red began his rounds, making sure those with personal weapons among the commanding officers had each weapons needs met, and that those that already had their rifles at hand were accounted for. It was his job, his command, and he wasn't about to let a single detail be missed. His hands twitched at the anticipation of a fight, the weight of his twin revolvers at each hip a heavy reminder at what they were all preparing for.