<strong>Meanwhile,</strong><br/><br/><br/>Not long after the 'Precious' had disgorged its cargo, a much smaller, but heavily armored and armed airship sauntered with uncommon grace into port, on the other side of the Airport. Headed, of course, to the military hangars.<br/><br/>On the bridge of the flying frigate, her captain paced a bit, as if nervous, but his face demonstrated absolute calm. He looked up, seeing the slight chaos outside, near his ship's assigned hangar. "Careful, Mr. Shan. It seems they are effecting repairs, again. Steer clear." he instructed the the helmsman, who nodded in reply, and adjusted the warship's course.<em>Damages Again? Those metal monsters don't rest..</em>the captain thought, as his skillful helmsman maneuvered the vessel into its berth, dock crews quickly catching the mooring lines thrown over by the ship's crew.<br/><br/>Once secure, the captain walked over to the comm officer's station, and flipped open a communications tube. "Miss Clang! Secure the engine, and report to the bridge, on the double!" he said into it. He was certain that foul-mouthed, but hard-working greasemonkey girl would be here as indicated. He knew she loved this ship as much as he did..