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A large noble sky ship hovering slowly through the sky's, miles over the earth, caries a large party of one presenters, noble men and woman, and any one born with a silver spoon in there mouth. As the spoiled rich families where below having a good time up on the deck a troop of mercs where positioned, scanning the sky's for any hostile ships. One of the mercenaries, a small one with a strange hat on and a prosthetic limb made of steam and clock work, sat on the bow of the ship holding onto a cord as he leaned over the side of the ship. Letting the fresh air blow across his face as the setting sun reflected off the clouds. "Ahhh I love this part of my job" he says pulling him self back onto the ship.