Robur woke early, he had been in the landing party for so long that the moment to wake was ingrained in him. He also had made sure that those on watch knew he was awake that early, his daughter was going down so should she need backup he wanted to be available. She was more than capable of fending for herself but he still felt better knowing he was still somehow watching her without letting her know.<br/><br/>In order to get his off of the ground he took out his personal design. He spread the paper on his desk and took a look at it. On the paper there was a ship that would be much faster than the Cloudweaver and just as big, it had increased maneuverability and would be more resistant under attack. The clipper of clouds, as he had named it in honor of a very old book he carried with him, would be amazing, if he could figure out how to reduce it's need for constant energy. Anyone with sense would call it a fool's dream but it was still his, and he had made little improvements on it by years, maybe someday he would be able to make it happen. Even if people would never trade the Cloudweaver for another ship.<br/><br/>Slowly he jotted down some notes about the last calculations he had made and sat the drawing aside deciding to do something more productive and returned his focus to the gun designs for he wished to be able to send the people down without slings, or at least for them to have them only as backup.<br/><br/>