<strong>Dixie Mae Clementine, not amused at the ship's current situation.</strong><br/><br/>Now I've seen some reckless flying in my time, mostly by me but this zeppelin's captain was either drunk or mad. My plane was shaking about on it's rail like crazy and I feared it would fall off, damaging it and injuring me. There was no way we could launch with the ship banked like this and as some of the gunmen had just stated, them filthy communists had torpedoes. I grabbed my radio and opened the ship's main frequency.<br/><br/><strong>"Hell captain! You might wanna level out this baby as the misses told you, so me and my friends here can launch our planes and shoot some commie ass. We're getting fried here and ahm not gonna accept my pretty face being shot to hell because of some mutineer captain refusing to level off the ship!"</strong>