Captain Lucas Mcleod sat in what passed for his dining room, in reality it was that and quote a bit more often hosting meetings with various crew members, always an armoury ,the ship had a small supply of personal and even heavy weapons from before the apocalypse ,well maintained, there were however only used in the gravest of emergencies defined by his grandfather , the first captain owner and designer of this vessel as ..."Oh shit we're being invaded enemy on the deck'.<br/><br/>As captain his quarters were larger than any others on board the Cloudweaver, people assumed the name came from a desire to show what the ship was intended to be capable of, literally weaving around clouds, but in actually it was a near hybrid of the name Mcleod and his grandmothers maiden name..Weaver. Of course Mcleodweaver would have been a less showy name.<br/><br/>Lucas took a bite of bacon , pigs had become the size of ponies and a lot leaner , some of the more organised land clans keep them as a domesticated food supply but most had gone wild and the boars were viscous, nasty buggers with tusks that could rip a human apart on seconds. He was looking at a map of the old world , the world that was and the one that would be again, they had been to this area once before, ten years earlier, his father had made notes that the crew had found a research building at a spot twenty miles north of where the ship was currently sighted, the only problem the place was home to a rather nasty bunch of bandits or at least it was ten years ago. On the ground territory could be quite fluid with clans loosing and gaining as they grew stronger or weaker and on rare occasion peacefully merged.<br/><br/>Lucas sat back and sighed , no one here was alive when his Grandfather was open about the real purpose for the Cloudweaver and none believed it was anything other than a fools errand, so the old man had stopped talking about it to the crew and instead it became a family secret, one he needed to pass on should he fail in his bid to complete his grandfather dream. For an heir, he needed a wife, he had bedded many of the women on the ship and some , some appealed greatly , one of two even rivalled his Clara, killed four days after his wedding 11 years early, but he had his revenge, his memory flicked to the man that had killed his new bride, four days later the man was begging , screaming for mercy, there had been none.<br/><br/>Lucas looked back at the map and tapped the mark his father had made that was there next goal but he wasn't going in blindly they would scout the area first, he was determined to get in that building but not at the risk of losing people, well at least not too many people.<br/><br/>Getting up he picked up the remainder of the bacon and walked out of his personal rooms and on to the deck , his eyes making sure all were doing there job and as usual , all were. Someone handed him the night watch report and his morning began in earnest.