Snippet #1191260

A lone figure sat up a short distance from a wreck which was smoldering quietly. Kayle rubbed her head, trying to remember where she was before looking up at the sky, red, that was it, down on the surface. The details were fuzzy to her now, but she expected they'd come back in time. Some sort of an ambush while she'd been flying. Her balloon hadn't deployed properly, that should've kept her above the clouds while the plane went down, oh well. At the moment she was thankful for having remembered to seal her gas mask when she got into the plane.

The zeppelin commander checked to make sure she had the necessities with her. Knife, pistol, she ran through one of the basic forms she had learned in the military to loosen up. After she had made sure she had some of the money the surface dwellers used, she set toff towards a nearby town. Soon reaching a bar, seemed like a good place to ask around for information, Kayle needed to find a telegraph station if she wanted to get back above the clouds, besides, she could use a drink