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The cadets, still elated from tripping the light fantastic, nearly became disintegrated as they earn a stern warning from the Sky Dock guards "Halt. Not one more step without clearance headgear. ...yes, it needs to be on your head." their hands on the hilt of the gilded space weaponry at their belts.

Those who acquiesce are treated to the Sky Dock, the main space port of Nimbral, the Academy's rock island. You watch as a Damselfly makes a rapid vertical ascent, the cool sea breeze quivering in its wake. An old but not quite rotten galleon taking its place, a loud *CrAckLEpllllffff* as some arcanomechanism backfired...somewhere a startled seagull instantly gives up on its nest egg, abandoning the thing wholesale for the distant shores of the Chultan peninsula. Many ships here have the markings of the Fleet, but you note some appear to be independent merchant vessels bearing supplies.

The centerpiece vessel here for you to explore was clearly Colonel Cannonballs Hammerhead, the Flighty Foundling. A pair of twin-gnomes is there at the on ramp to greet you...

"I'm Kip!" one says.

"And I'm Pik!" informs the other.

"And we're the Whistleslap brothers!!" they both conclude annoyingly. If nit-picking inane details were the hallmarks of masterclass ship inspectors, this pair luckily has four eyes instead of two. Both sport walnut-colored skin and carefully groomed, greased back black hair (is that Exoskeleton Polish you smell?).

Pik has a long red scar down one cheek, perhaps a memento from an inspection gone wrong. He picks at it absent-mindedly saying "We're here to guide you around the Hammerhead class. You know, the basic operations and Fleet procedures."  

Kip adds "When your hull splits in two and you don't know what to do..."

"Remember Fleet procedure!" they again both conclude annoyingly, raising their fingers to the sky in some triumphant non-point, as the pitch of their voices approaches chipmunk quality. They begin giving you a well-rehearsed tour of the ship, complete with Fleet approved knots for riggings, emergency exits and protocol, and proper equipment storage techniques. If nothing else, you become very familiar with the layout of a modern Hammerhead.

Lazuli and Lou make this check automagically with their passives, others can roll if they wish.

The cadets, still elated from tripping the light fantastic, nearly became disintegrated as they earn a stern warning from the Sky Dock guards "Halt. Not one more step without clearance headgear. ...yes, it needs to be on your head." their hands on the hilt of the gilded space weaponry at their belts.

Those who acquiesce are treated to the Sky Dock, the main space port of Nimbral, the Academy's rock island. You watch as a Damselfly makes a rapid vertical ascent, the cool sea breeze quivering in its wake. An old but not quite rotten galleon taking its place, a loud *CrAckLEpllllffff* as some arcanomechanism backfired...somewhere a startled seagull instantly gives up on its nest egg, abandoning the thing wholesale for the distant shores of the Chultan peninsula. Many ships here have the markings of the Fleet, but you note some appear to be independent merchant vessels bearing supplies.

The centerpiece vessel here for you to explore was clearly Colonel Cannonballs Hammerhead, the Flighty Foundling. A pair of twin-gnomes is there at the on ramp to greet you...

"I'm Kip!" one says.

"And I'm Pik!" informs the other.

"And we're the Whistleslap brothers!!" they both conclude annoyingly. If nit-picking inane details were the hallmarks of masterclass ship inspectors, this pair luckily has four eyes instead of two. Both sport walnut-colored skin and carefully groomed, greased back black hair (is that Exoskeleton Polish you smell?).

Pik has a long red scar down one cheek, perhaps a memento from an inspection gone wrong. He picks at it absent-mindedly saying "We're here to guide you around the Hammerhead class. You know, the basic operations and Fleet procedures."  

Kip adds "When your hull splits in two and you don't know what to do..."

"Remember Fleet procedure!" they again both conclude annoyingly, raising their fingers to the sky in some triumphant non-point, as the pitch of their voices approaches chipmunk quality. They begin giving you a well-rehearsed tour of the ship, complete with Fleet approved knots for riggings, emergency exits and protocol, and proper equipment storage techniques. If nothing else, you become very familiar with the layout of a modern Hammerhead.

The cadets, still elated from tripping the light fantastic, nearly became disintegrated as they earn a stern warning from the Sky Dock guards "Halt. Not one more step without clearance headgear. ...yes, it needs to be on your head." their hands on the hilt of the gilded space weaponry at their belts.

Those who acquiesce are treated to the Sky Dock, the main space port of Nimbral, the Academy's rock island. You watch as a Damselfly makes a rapid vertical ascent, the cool sea breeze quivering in its wake. An old but not quite rotten galleon taking its place, a loud *CrAckLEpllllffff* as some arcanomechanism backfired...somewhere a seagull instantly gives up on its nest egg, abandoning the thing wholesale for the distant shores of the Chultan peninsula. Many ships here have the markings of the Fleet, but you note some appear to be independent merchant vessels bearing supplies.

The centerpiece vessel here for you to explore was clearly Colonel Cannonballs Hammerhead, the Flighty Foundling. A pair of twin-gnomes is there at the on ramp to greet you...

"I'm Kip!" one says.

"And I'm Pik!" informs the other.

"And we're the Whistleslap brothers!!" they both conclude annoyingly. If nit-picking inane details were the hallmarks of masterclass ship inspectors, this pair luckily has four eyes instead of two. Both sport walnut-colored skin and carefully groomed, greased back black hair (is that Exoskeleton Polish you smell?).

Pik has a long red scar down one cheek, perhaps a memento from an inspection gone wrong. He picks at it absent-mindedly saying "We're here to guide you around the Hammerhead class. You know, the basic operations and Fleet procedures."  

Kip adds "When your hull splits in two and you don't know what to do..."

"Remember Fleet procedure!" they again both conclude annoyingly, raising their fingers to the sky in some triumphant non-point, as the pitch of their voices approaches chipmunk quality. They begin giving you a well-rehearsed tour of the ship, complete with Fleet approved knots for riggings, emergency exits and protocol, and proper equipment storage techniques. If nothing else, you become very familiar with the layout of a modern Hammerhead.

The cadets, still elated from tripping the light fantastic, nearly became disintegrated as they earn a stern warning from the Sky Dock guards "Halt. Not one more step without clearance headgear. ...yes, it needs to be on your head." their hands on the hilt of the gilded space weaponry at their belts.

Those who acquiesce are treated to the Sky Dock, the main space port of Nimbral, the Academy's rock island. You watch as a Damselfly makes a rapid vertical ascent, the cool sea breeze quivering in its wake. An old but not quite rotten galleon taking its place, a loud *CrAckLEpllllffff* as some arcanomechanism backfired...somewhere a seagull instantly gives up on its nest egg, abandoning the thing wholesale for the distant shores of the Chultan peninsula. Many ships here have the markings of the Fleet, but you note some appear to be independent merchant vessels bearing supplies.

The centerpiece vessel here for you to explore was clearly Colonel Cannonballs Hammerhead, the Flighty Foundling. A pair of twin-gnomes is there at the on ramp to greet you...

"I'm Kip!" one says.

"And I'm Pik!" informs the other.

"And we're the Whistleslap brothers!!" they both conclude annoyingly. If nit-picking inane details were the hallmarks of masterclass ship inspectors, this pair luckily has four eyes instead of two. Both sport walnut-colored skin and carefully groomed, greased back black hair (is that Exoskeleton Polish you smell?).

Pik has a long red scar down one cheek, perhaps a memento from an inspection gone wrong. He picks at it absent-mindedly saying "We're here to guide you around the Hammerhead class. You know, the basic operations and Fleet procedures."  

Kip adds "When your hull splits in two and you don't know what to do..."

"Remember Fleet procedure!" they again both conclude annoyingly, raising their fingers to the sky in some triumphant non-point, as the pitch of their voices approaches chipmunk quality. They begin giving you a well-rehearsed tour of the ship, complete with Fleet approved knots for riggings, emergency exits and protocol, and proper equipment storage techniques. If nothing else, you become very familiar with the layout of a modern Hammerhead.

The cadets, still elated from tripping the light fantastic, nearly became disintegrated as they earn a stern warning from the Sky Dock guards "Halt. Not one more step without clearance headgear. ...yes, it needs to be on your head." their hands on the hilt of the gilded space weaponry at their belts.

Those who acquiesce are treated to the Sky Dock, the main space port of Nimbral, the Academy's rock island. You watch as a Damselfly makes a rapid vertical ascent, the cool sea breeze quivering in its wake. An old but not quite rotten galleon taking its place, a loud *CrAckLEpllllffff* as some arcanomechanism backfired...somewhere a seagull instantly gives up on its nest egg, abandoning the thing wholesale for the distant shores of the Chultan peninsula. Many ships here have the markings of the Fleet, but you note some appear to be independent merchant vessels bearing supplies.

The centerpiece vessel here for you to explore was clearly Colonel Cannonballs Hammerhead, the Flighty Foundling. A pair of twin-gnomes is there at the on ramp to greet you...

"I'm Kip!" one says.

"And I'm Pik!" informs the other.

"And we're the Whistleslap brothers!!" they both conclude annoyingly. If nit-picking inane details were the hallmarks of masterclass ship inspectors, this pair luckily has four eyes instead of two. Both sport walnut-colored skin and carefully groomed, greased back black hair (is that Exoskeleton Polish you smell?).

Pik has a long red scar down one cheek, perhaps a memento from an inspection gone wrong. He picks at it absent-mindedly saying "We're here to guide you around the Hammerhead class. You know, the basic operations and Fleet procedures."  

Kip adds "When your hull splits in two and you don't know what to do..."

"Remember Fleet procedure!" they again both conclude annoyingly, raising their fingers to the sky in some triumphant non-point, as the pitch of their voices approaches chipmunk quality. They begin giving you a well-rehearsed tour of the ship, complete with Fleet approved knots for riggings, emergency exits and protocol, and proper equipment storage techniques. If nothing else, you become very familiar with the layout of a modern Hammerhead.