Wings of Atreia

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The Silver Light Legion had completed their preparation and by orders of Argos, two hundred of the legion members went to assist in the protection of Verteron Citadel. The remaining twenty went with Argos in boarding the Atreian airships in the journey to Poeta.

These airships looked like galleons with wooden hulls, mast and rigging, and large sails at the top as well as at both sides making these vessels look like fish with fins. These sails control the navigation of these transports and keep the vessels float even without the presence of Aether. The stern part of the ship is fortified with cannons that could fire over great distances and is deadly towards anything, daeva or monsters alike. The control bridge has a big steering wheel which was being driven by daevas in charge of the vessel and was assisted by the ship's crew of daevas, humans, and shugos.

Every time these vessels depart and leave the docks, people on the harbor would never stop looking at these transports. They would still get perplexed at the grandness of these flying behemoths. They would look at the way the mechanisms work. The stevedores and the merchants always get busy whenever a ship would depart since it would mean another one is heading their way. They would get themselves busy for the clearing of the docks so to allow some space for more trading materials and goods to be delivered.

The busiest part of the docks would be at the main office where the dockmaster would continuously monitor and facilitate the handling of transported goods as well as the safety of the passengers. The shugos would then ensure that the boxed goods and items would be of good quality before these were being brought to the stockades.

One shugo, in particular, did not bother attending the trade goods; he had his own people who would do it for him. He also no longer bothered in clearing the docks of goods; again, he had people who would do these and that. He is a stout creature with a tail that has its fur groomed with locks of rings. He also wore a suit of light clothes and a tie on his neck. He has a monocle on his left eye and his whiskers were arranged in such a way that it would seem like a mustache on his small face.

He walked towards the bosun who is just finished barking orders on the crewmen so they can speed the vessel in their travel to Poeta. The shugo stood at the hip level of the stout daeva and said, "Master daeva, I just like to know if my calculations are correct that we would arrive tomorrow after nightfall, nyerk."

His squealing sound and sharp voice caught the attention of the middle-aged bosun. The bosun wore a sailor's top overall but a thin piece of chain mail underneath for protection against any bandits that might harry their voyage.

"Arieluma, master shugo," he greeted with respect as he lowered his head. He still, however, clasped his muscled arm on the steering maintaining the direction of the vessel's heading. "Well if you ask as to when we would arrive at Poeta, it would be tomorrow morning. I had my crew speed up the voyage so we will get there early. I have an inkling that they all want to get done as soon as possible so each of them can go home."

"Master daeva sure understood how I have always wondered, nyerk!" said the shugo. He fixed his monocle so he can look at the daeva more clearly. "The voyage indeed is shorter, thanks to your hardwork. I want to get to Poeta before my traded goods get spoiled due to the natural forces. We shugos make sure we get to deal marketing and trade with the best quality, nyerk!"

The daeva nodded his head as he understood. He had been a bosun for a full five years now and he had been dealing with people every now and then. Each of them would have requests and whatnot. But this shugo did not ask anything of him, which is a first. Many shugos would nag him here and there about their wares, welfare, money, everything.