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3rd Aquari of the month Vellogromn,

Addressed to Cabin #17, Bunk #4

Of the Naval Vessel "Lockjawe",

Post Review of Captain Jerimiah Tartan

Miss. Raddendale,

It has been quite some time since the greenhorned girl you were trained for the city guard at Brackendow under my instruction. You have laboured with great zeal in the five roats since those days - and have proved yourself both honorbound and skilled as both an officer, and as a professional in the field of combat.

I am sure, by now, you have caught word of the incident only a few degrees North of Marion's Falls? Old Captain Kadwell has sailed his last, it seems. Many have been suspect of his advanced age becoming troublesome to his position of command, though he would hear none of it - his tenacity is something to be respected! However, this folly has severely set back the preparations of the "Steam Bird" due to Kadwell's unfortunate 'landing' as he insists on calling it. I suppose we should be grateful there were no casualties.

Kadwell has since begrudgingly resigned his position to his Admiral, Mr. Cornelius Bagley - a highly capable Airman himself, and therefore the position of Admiral was moved over to Lieutenant Maynard Millburn. Now, while normally these positions continue to be deferred to the next highest in rank amongst the officers, I have decided to go out on a limb and refer you to Commander Corbyn. You have been accepted for interview by Captain Bagley and Admiral Millburn. It is set to take place two weeks from the arrival of this letter, the Fifth Aquari of this Month, at 0900 hours. I trust you are capable of finding Bagleys office. Should the interview go well, you will be transferred to Commander Corbyn's ranks in the NorthEastern Quarter.

My sincerest apologies for deferring immediately to your personal notice instead of to Captain Tartan, but if I had the opportunity to hand-deliver this news to you, I would have done so.

Best of Luck, Piper.

Issued From the Desk of Commander Ezekiel Prescott

823, Lisney Avenue

New Albion, Animaeris

Signed, E. Prescott

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Piper would have squealed in delight and shot up out of bed, had it not been nearly one in the morning and her cabin mates asleep. She had already learned the hard way during her earliest days aboard the ship that sitting up too quickly would result in quite the knock on the head due to the confined space of the bunk.

She held the letter to her fluttering chest as she thought about what all this meant - even though she had seen it coming, it was still a surprise that left her heart pounding and her mind racing.

Commander Prescott recommended me! Me! To not only an Airship Captain, but to a Commander of a different Quarter!

Five years she'd prepared; all in all a short time to become an airman. She would be one of the youngest in history since she'd begun her military career at the age of fifteen. At Brackendow Ridge she had come in as a recruit for the local militia and had trained directly under Commander Prescott - who had been only a Captain at the time. She rose through the ranks quickly under Prescott, and displayed tenacity and resolve quite unmatched by any of her fellow recruits.