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"Wake the damn hell up Private," a commanding officer said screaming into Kalas' ear. He woke up to shock as he was dumped by a bucket of water and fell down his bed. The iron flooring of the airship hitting him hard. "On you feet private, in the case these Sakirians have the balls to fight back, you're going to be needed to man the gun turrets or drop some gunpowder on them," the commanding officer shouted again. Kalas saluted and the officer went away. From messenger errand boy to at least a private of one of the greatest airships ever built, he could tolerate it if the pay was good enough. He yawned as he took out the rationed coffee pack and put it in his cup. It will be a long day. As he drank his coffee, he wore his Ambusher cloak. Blue on the outside, but made to be able to wear it inside out, with the insides being green to blend in. He also brought two other cloaks tied to his back pack, one for desert and one for urban environments. He put his semi-automatic sidearm on his belt and wore his Narata 1 semi-automatic rifle on his back.

Kalas opened the door to the outside of the airship and saw the blue waters of Wintreath's oceans below. Escorting the Glorious was 2 Leviathans along with an airborne detachment of Dragonstorm steam jets and Orca helicopters ready to aid only 5 miles away at their nearest aircraft carrier. He saw his fellow soldiers line up in formation near the exits of the Glorious, awaiting for the landing zone. The barking of orders of multiple officers nearly rivaled the sound of the turbines of the Glorious. A body then pushed him to the ground. "Watch where you're going, beetle," the perpetrators laughed. Kalas got up and wiped off the dust. As a newcomer, it was pretty harsh to fight back against the mild elitism the higher echelons of the Ursian military had. He went towards the formations and prepared for the landing. Looking over, he saw the lush jungles and islands of Sakiria, and the grand port city of St. Marianberg Port

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The people of Sakiria looked in wonder of the advanced machines of The Ursian Empire. They've heard of Louis' plan to make new planes but these tremendous warships flew gracefully. They saw the grey cloaked men armed with rifles, escorting the Ursian officer in command of the Glorious. King Louis and Jeanne looked at the formations at awe as Kalas slowly approached them to form the escorting guard for the Ursian officer. "The Ursian Empire attends this technology convention, by authority of the Narex Council and of Holy Bear himself," the officer announced. Kalas took his guard stance as he hoped and prayed that the officer in charge was not going to say a 4 hour speech in this hot tropical sunlight.