Deep inside the engine room of SS-Herachy, Jon Walton was working hard on a broken connection. His 14 hour shift was drawing to a close but he knew work was still to be done. It had been almost 3 days since the clunking beast of a vessel had docked at port B7 on Palladium's lower industrial deck. What had first seemed to be a routine repair of one of the steam valves had become a long slug of broken leads to mend and cracked linings to fill and patch. He had never wanted to become an air junky but he never had any real choice in just about anything. He had been raised in one of the lower class, working slums aboard the floating structure known as Palladium. It was here that he had spent his whole life. Ever since the age of 7 he had worked for his Dad's business, repairing the vessels of merchants and traders. It was from these he had gained his love for exquisite artifices from all corners of the known world. Unfortunately his father didn't share a love of such antiques which presented a problem in Jon's dream of ever leaving his birth place. His teenage years were drawing to a close though so he had already started to plan for a future of travelling and maybe a swig of adventure with a side of exploration. But for now, the hard life of an Air Junky would have to do.
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AIRSHIP: Tales From Palladium
FantasyPlease comment if you want to see more. Being an Air Junky was never Jon Walton's dream but for the foreseeable future it is what he has to endure until one day, a drunk merchant sends him spiralling out of control into the corruption and deceit whi...
