Clay Swords and Crossed Dimensions.

Arctic Research Base

December 21st 1839

11:12am

Captain Raymond Conner sat at the table listening to the boring speech on the clouds which had appeared and blocked out the sun. Some believed this to be due to the amount of steam machinery polluting the atmosphere but others believed this was magic and so a small group of trustworthy soldiers were called together to form a small research team all of which were ordered to hide the fact they were being sent to the Arctic on a research mission.

After but a few weeks journey on a small airship they had reached the arctic research base at which they would be briefed on what they were to do and the roles they would play in the group and it came as no surprise when Raymond Conner was selected to be the captain, a strong knowledge of swordplay and alcohol would often be the makings of a captain and Raymond had just this as well as a basic understanding of gunplay, not enough to challenge someone to a duel but enough to kill a threat that was heading towards him with a sword. The meeting dragged on for hours covering every point from basic first aid to complex theory on operating airships just because they were soldiers didn’t mean they were morons as the research base obviously thought, it had finally finished and they were dismissed to prepare themselves to board ‘The Scrapper’ to investigate the strange clouds. Everything was done in silence with military grade concentration as they boarded The Scrapper which did a good job of living up to its name lengths of hooked rope hang off of the sides and the balloon containing the helium had more patches than Raymond’s trousers it came as no surprise of course, they were given the scrap to use up whilst the scientists were allowed access to the most recently made airships that had no damage done to them and this was yet another reason why Raymond regretted joining the military

“You’ll have around 5 minutes to get up there take samples and pictures and then return to the ground before the helium runs out” Sounded the loudspeaker system in the hanger. Great, now there was a time limit Raymond decided it was best that he brought his flask full of alcohol alongside his sword and pistol the three things which made his life bearable in any way, shape or form. As the crew threw off the chocks they began to float upwards whilst the rusted propellers pushed them forwards as the gas lamps were lit. Outside it was night and the moons slight light wasn’t being let through the thick cloud barrier which had formed so the gas lamps were the only way that they could navigate the poorly constructed ship as they made their ascent to cloud level.

2 minutes had passed as they approached cloud level the journey had consisted of Captain Conner drinking and observing his crew as they began to prepare to take samples in under a minute to allow them time to return to ground level. The balloon began to merge into the clouds above when the sky turned grey and a lightning storm began to kick up

“That’s odd...” Muttered Raymond “There was no prediction of a lightning storm...” a bolt barely missed the ship as the wind also began to pick up

“Lower the helium levels in the balloon” Barked Raymond as he decided to take action upon the situation “There’s no way we’re taking samples in this weather”

“Yes sir!” The entire crew yelled back quickly going to their stations above there was a loud tearing sound as a lightning bolt struck the balloon causing the helium to leave the balloon completely empty which sent the ship spiralling downwards as Raymond was thrown off the ship from the force as he grabbed onto his sheathed sword and pistol the icy ground approached alarmingly fast. He hit the ground as his surroundings began to fade from his vision.

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Image here this is Skully first chapter so we'll be switching periodically he gets one I get one k?