Erik smiled. He realized no one had told Osric and he nearly fell over trying not to laugh. Ever since he had been imprisoned his Red Wings had been in good hands, but still many things seemed to be overlooked. As soon as this was over he would have some sort of staff meeting to organize the mess it was becoming. He reached out and touched the man's shoulder, "No Osric, come with me."
Down to the basement rooms they passed through the recreation area, past the guest room, all the way to the end of the long hall to a dead end past Askier's lab. "This is no great secret, we are licensed by the government to have these for our public mission..." he said as he touched the painting, a landscape of Thanalan, hung over a table, the flowers sitting on the table desert roses. The table slid by its own power as the wall receded. The short stairwell lead to an open bay, four small airships docked, a great door leading to the gulch that could be seen outside the house when looking from the cannon. "... These are our airships, those three grey ones are the licensed one's, but this one..." he said with the smile of a boy on Starlight morning, "This one.... is not. This is the Falcon." Not grey like the others, this airship was black, the trimming a blood red, the crest of the Wings woven into the front black sail. "This one has been with me for years. She is smaller then the cargo ones over there, but nimble as a Miqo'te gymnast. I suppose in looking at her she is the same size on the outside, but inside..." he said as he slapped one of the fore cannons, "she's a bit cramped considering the toys we have strapped to her. She is fast to. If we push her she could make Limsa by sunset, though I do not like to push the lady." He walked down a ramp near the floating craft and unlatched the cargo door, opening it he walked in and petted Fury who had already been settled, "This half of the old cargo bay we use to stable our birds." He pointed to the door behind and walked through to a cramped mechanical room, "The weapons and expanded engine took up the rest of the bay." He turned and exited the ship the way he came, shutting both doors and walking back up the ramp and boarding the ship. The deck was the size of one of the personal quarters rooms in the headquarters, most of that space taken by a wheelhouse. Walking in he lights the room. The helm and instruments in the front of the room, two Flame cots flanking the room, with a two seater table and food ice box in the center, a small washroom in the back on the left, steps to the engine bay they had just stood in on the right, utility was the word one would use. "This is how you get to travel from now on." he said with a wink.
Down to the basement rooms they passed through the recreation area, past the guest room, all the way to the end of the long hall to a dead end past Askier's lab. "This is no great secret, we are licensed by the government to have these for our public mission..." he said as he touched the painting, a landscape of Thanalan, hung over a table, the flowers sitting on the table desert roses. The table slid by its own power as the wall receded. The short stairwell lead to an open bay, four small airships docked, a great door leading to the gulch that could be seen outside the house when looking from the cannon. "... These are our airships, those three grey ones are the licensed one's, but this one..." he said with the smile of a boy on Starlight morning, "This one.... is not. This is the Falcon." Not grey like the others, this airship was black, the trimming a blood red, the crest of the Wings woven into the front black sail. "This one has been with me for years. She is smaller then the cargo ones over there, but nimble as a Miqo'te gymnast. I suppose in looking at her she is the same size on the outside, but inside..." he said as he slapped one of the fore cannons, "she's a bit cramped considering the toys we have strapped to her. She is fast to. If we push her she could make Limsa by sunset, though I do not like to push the lady." He walked down a ramp near the floating craft and unlatched the cargo door, opening it he walked in and petted Fury who had already been settled, "This half of the old cargo bay we use to stable our birds." He pointed to the door behind and walked through to a cramped mechanical room, "The weapons and expanded engine took up the rest of the bay." He turned and exited the ship the way he came, shutting both doors and walking back up the ramp and boarding the ship. The deck was the size of one of the personal quarters rooms in the headquarters, most of that space taken by a wheelhouse. Walking in he lights the room. The helm and instruments in the front of the room, two Flame cots flanking the room, with a two seater table and food ice box in the center, a small washroom in the back on the left, steps to the engine bay they had just stood in on the right, utility was the word one would use. "This is how you get to travel from now on." he said with a wink.
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