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The central city of Yarrin. Probably the most developed and wealthy of the entire district. You had to either have lots of money, or be a member of the Fleet to live here on the daily. Humming with life from dawn till dusk, the central city is always busy with different types of people. Traders, storekeepers, police, all that jazz.
Inside one of the many local pubs, a girl with a top hat by her side and goggles around her neck sat at one of the tables in the far corner, away from most of the public crowd. With her lips pursed, she looked over a medium sized map that was laid out on the table in front of her. Besides the map was a plate, mostly clean with some food scraps left over and a pint glass, halfway full with a bright brown liquid.
Calista reached over, taking hold of the glass beside her and brought it up to her lips, taking a hefty sip of ale, then set the glass down. Rolling up the map, she stuffed into the shoulder bag that was beside her and got up, slinging the bag on her shoulder and across her chest. Leaving the glass and plate at the table, she grabbed her hat and fitted it on top of her head, straightened out her skirt and then made sure she had everything before leaving the room, giving the bartender a cheerful farewell as the door closed behind her.
The girl began walking off towards the Eastern part of city, where part of it was sectioned off for certain people only. The walk itself took only about 20 minutes or so, and Calista didnt mind the exercise anyway. Up ahead, there was an archway and a gate across the opening. It was the only way into the sectioned off part of the city. Two men with large rifles stood on either side of the archway opening with a third man by the gate mechanism
Calista went up to the gate as if it were normal, and the two men with rifles stepped forward, one closer than the other.
S'cuse me miss, but I'm afraid you cant come down this area. This section of the city is only for---
Members of the Fleet, yes I know very well. Here, look
The girl reached around her neck, finding the small chain that was there and took hold of it, tracing it downwards and eventually pulled out a pendant. It had the symbol of the Mechanists on one side and Calista's full name on the back side. It what was used to identify bodies in the battlefield as well as prove your membership with the fleet.
The guard reached out, taking a closer look, then nodded and looked back to the gatekeeper, raising his hand. The gatekeeper pulled the lever in the ground and the gate swung open. Calista smiled, tucking the pendant back into her shirt and tipped her hat to the guards
Much obliged
Welcome back, Miss.
The guards returned to their post as Calista proceeded on ahead. She reached down to her side, grasping her pocket watch and opened up the cover. The time was 9:40 in the morn. Snapping the cover shut and dropping the watch back down, Calista made way to the Departure Zone, where the sight of airships entering and leaving Repair Tower East through an entrance up above could be seen, if one were to look up, that is.
Her crew was supposed to be at the tower at around 9:50. From what Calista was told last night, today the Grinder was being sent on a long distance flight down to Fallkirk. The Mech Council has struck a deal with those in the winter wonderland, the Outcasts. The Outcasts would give the Mechanists raw metal material and in return, the Mechanists would create machines for the miners to use to increase their production rates and keep whatever leftover metal that wasnt used.
Entering the tower, Calista was greeted by many, who knew her face and name fairly well. She smiled, exchanging the greeting as she made way for a set of stairs along the side the building, going all the way up to the 3rd floor, where most of the offices were. She walked around the side of the tower for a bit until she came up to a door with a plaque that said
"Commander Wallas"
Calista knocked once, and shortly after, a man's voice replied
Enter
Calista opened the door, stepping into the room and closed it. There was a rather tall looking man standing at the window of the room, watching down below as the citizens in the city were going about their day. The girl reached up, taking her hat off and held it down at her waist
Of course, arriving before your crew.
Well I cant have them going around thinking I'm sloppy
The man chuckled lightly as he turned to look at Calista. His voice was smooth and soothing, with a thick British-like accent to go with it. In his hand was a small glass of water
Well, since we're waiting, why dont you tell me your plan of action, Miss Mintz
Of course
Calista placed her hat on one of the hooks on the wall, then reached into her shoulder bag, pulling out the map from before. Wallas went over to his desk, clearing a space for Calista to roll the map out flat. She began to explain the planned flight path to Fallkirk
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