Day before touchdown

Day 20. 5th Month of Standard Calendar. Location: Hot, Humid, Rank, Transport Craft. Smells awful.

It has been a few weeks since we've left our homeland far to the north. We flee the war torn countryside that is our home and set out to seek fame and glory elsewhere. Two Nations. Gripped in an aerial arms race of mass proportions, all in the efforts to gain complete dominance of the land. It's all silly I say, but not all countrymen share my views.

As the technology for better craft heightened, so did the increasing casualties. The only way to make it in the land was to enlist and serve under the controlling Empire. Young and Old, determined to sign their life away for some money, increased the numbers of able soldiers yes, but put a strain on resources for the capitol. So it was decided by our brigade leader, that some of us were to set up shop in a neutral country and send resources back to aid the war effort.


So here we are, stuck in this horribly ventilated dirigible. Waiting to touch land once again. Eager to set foot on the land of Rogwell. It's not that we crave the land. Bakatenshi is a brigade of airship pilots after all. Our home is the sky. No sir, its more than that. It's the excitement and determination that makes us eager.....IS that fermented cabbage i smell???!!! Strike that...Forget everything i said earlier. We want to get off this ship because it smells like Brimstone laced with aged cheese.

-Akiriana Kojus