The early morning was dark, even at the altitude that AFTA City resided. Clouds hung over most parts of the city, to include the mooring dock on the outer ring where the Red Raccoon Dog was being loaded. Shadowed figures moved within the fog, their way lit by the sickly orange glow of flood lights. Within the Red Raccoon Dog, it was organized chaos, with her crew rushing about to attend to their various duties.. The bridge of the Red Raccoon Dog was by no means cramped. The vaulted ceilings reached high above the heads of the crew, and there was plenty of room inbetween the various stations which lined the walls in a semi-circle around the captain's chair. The decor was a mixture of gothic and modern, with a beautifully crafted view port spanning a semi-circle shape at the forefront of the bridge. The crew was currently running through their initial checks, monitoring the vital organs of the ship in preparation to cast off. "Sir, beginning transfer from dockside linkages to prime power now." "All diagnostic systems reporting green, sir, but I'm still getting that funny 'Go' light from the aft Head. That thing hasn't worked for weeks. It's sealed off right now with hazard tape, in fact. Something about a technician nearly getting sucked through one of the toilets, sir." "Cargo reports that the PAX and packages have embarked successfully, Captain." The third voice was from Lieutenant Weber, the R.R.D.'s First Officer. <object width="425" height="344"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iliajyHHi3s&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></object> The Red Raccoon Dog's Captain stood there stroking his chin for a moment before responding. "If that's the only thing wrong with our diagnostics equipment, ignore it; we don't have time." He wandered the bridge for a moment, taking a look around before pausing next to his chair. "Lieutenant, have our 'guests' settle in and advise them to remain in their living areas until we reach Iwaku. Also, close the cargo bay doors and put the RFID tracker information on screen two." As ordered, the information appeared on one of the four gargantuan screens overlooking the view port of the bridge. "Aye, sir. Oh, and sir, we're getting a call from AFTA Control. They've relayed a message that reads, 'You're an hour late! Get your ass moving!!' from the Contessa's Minister of Defense." "About time we get some feedback." Tain settled into his chair lightly with a smirk. "Fine then, are we on prime power? Then give me power to all grav repulsors and disengage mooring lines. Weigh the grav anchor and apply quarter power to turboprops one and two." As his crew carried out his orders, he pressed a button on the arm rest of his chair. "All hands, this is the Captain speaking. Prepare to cast off." The entire vessel trembled, and the massive arms which had been secured to the side of the airship shot away from it with a hiss, retracting into the sheaths which held them on the mooring dock. The ship bobbed and swayed slightly for a moment as the gravity repulsors beneath the vessel took the responsibility of keeping her afloat, and the comforting hum of the Fenrir fusion reactor thrummed throughout the air surrounding her. Two of the turboprop engines on her port side came alive then, their propellors whipping the clouds surrounding them into wisps as the Red Raccoon Dog slowly eased forward, up and away from the dock on her starboard side. "Wonderful job. Up trim fifteen degrees and give me full power to all turboprops." The sleek ship lurched gracefully, light on her toes as the other turboprops came alive and pushed her forward. She rose gently through the fog, brushing it aside delicately as though drawing aside a curtain to pass through. The thrum of her engines filled the air as she slowly passed the quiet towers of AFTA's residential sector, most of the citizens still fast asleep on the dawn of their weekend. A few lined the balconies here and there, watching the R.R.D. as she left for fates unknown... "Once we've cleared AFTA airspace and reached cruising altitude, engage cruise engines and make for Iwaku." He paused. "And transfer that RFID tracker data to my cabin. Lieutenant, the bridge is yours..." The R.R.D. disappeared from AFTA's sight after piercing the heavy wall of clouds surrounding her. A lone figure lingered upon their balcony for a moment before turning on their heels to wander back indoors. There wasn't anything left to see; the fate of the R.R.D. was up to them now.