The Jeffinator
Super Saiyan Blue
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Redd Gharrow stood along the railing, looking out over the trees far below, the light breeze rustling the leaves. It was a clear and sunny day, and a few monsters could be seen roaming in the distance. He currently stood on Floor 40 of the Obsidian Spire, which was the main Skyport. This was the largest gap between floors, with the Skyport reaching up multiple stories before Floor 41 began. The Spire was mostly square up until it got near the tip, where it twisted into a pointed tower. It reached nearly three thousand feet into the sky, and the top levels were reserved for nobles, corporation owners, and high-ranking members of the Guild of Geomancers, the ones who created the Spire centuries prior. The Obsidian Spire had a total of one hundred floors, with the Guildmaster having his own palace and Skyport on Floor 100.
The main Skyport down on Floor 40 had many pillars keeping the structure of the Spire sound, but was otherwise open to the outside. The largest support columns were in each of the four corners of the floor, as well as one in the very center, which also housed a series of lifts. Airships were always coming and going between the Obsidian Spire and the many other Spires spread around the world, and any incoming vessels had to radio ahead first to ensure a Landing Platform was available. These Platforms were all along the outer edge of the floor, on all four sides, and could only support smaller ships. The much larger airships instead hovered next to the Spire and send a smaller vessel to dock. The maximum capacity for the Skyport was sixty ships, and anyone using it had a forty-eight hour time limit to either depart the port or check the vessel into the vaults below on Floor 39. In the case of the latter, a large lift descended the ship to the floor below, where the vaults essentially acted as a parking garage. Once checked it, it was sometimes a long wait to get it back out, depending on how busy the Skyport staff was.
Redd watched as he saw the airships coming and goes, seeing his beauty, the Skyhawk sitting not far from him. The rail he had been looking over was there on Landing Platform 9, where his vessel was docked. A smile formed under his thick beard as a large direwolf with snow white fur came walking out of the ship.
“Ghost, you finally woke up, haha,” he spoke telepathically to the wolf. “I reckon it's time we start rebuilding our crew.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” Ghost replied, also with his mind.
The two of them strolled away from the platform towards the row of lifts on the central pillar. Soon they were inside and ascending to Floor 41, the Lower Market District. This too had open air like the floor below, but was nowhere near as tall, only covering maybe three stories. It had the same pillar placements, and right beyond the lifts was the Skyport Cantina, where people often relaxed while waiting for repairs on their vessels and refuelings to be conducted. Beyond the Cantina was a street-like network of huts, shops, stands, and merchant carts, with a large park area and fountain on the other side of the central pillar. Benches and picnic tables were spread about, as well as a few diners and food stands. There also stood a handful of pubs, but the Cantina was the most popular establishment.
Up on Floor 85 was the Upper Market District, but Redd had never been there as those levels were mainly for the nobles and elites. The residential floors up there were huge sprawling estates and private clubs. Down on the lower levels, the floors were usually small apartments and offices, with smaller market areas here and there for people who didn't want to go to the main Market Districts.
Redd and Ghost walked into the packed Cantina, finding a free table in the back. He ordered them some lunch, tossed a few coins to the delicious female elf waitress, a devoured his food. After the meal, he began asking around, inquiring about recruiting crew members for his ship. He decided his first priority should be to hire an engineer, as his own knowledge of the inner workings of ships was limited. So he set out asking for any leads on a qualified engineer seeking work, which led him to a young Half-Elf mechanic.
“So, I understand you're looking for work?” he asked with a grin, thinking the boy looked a bit cute. Soon he had gathered a handful of people and they all sat at a table. “We depart tomorrow morning at 9:00am. We'll be setting a course for the Ironwood Spire, where one of my contacts has a job for us. We'll get the details then. Any questions?”
The main Skyport down on Floor 40 had many pillars keeping the structure of the Spire sound, but was otherwise open to the outside. The largest support columns were in each of the four corners of the floor, as well as one in the very center, which also housed a series of lifts. Airships were always coming and going between the Obsidian Spire and the many other Spires spread around the world, and any incoming vessels had to radio ahead first to ensure a Landing Platform was available. These Platforms were all along the outer edge of the floor, on all four sides, and could only support smaller ships. The much larger airships instead hovered next to the Spire and send a smaller vessel to dock. The maximum capacity for the Skyport was sixty ships, and anyone using it had a forty-eight hour time limit to either depart the port or check the vessel into the vaults below on Floor 39. In the case of the latter, a large lift descended the ship to the floor below, where the vaults essentially acted as a parking garage. Once checked it, it was sometimes a long wait to get it back out, depending on how busy the Skyport staff was.
Redd watched as he saw the airships coming and goes, seeing his beauty, the Skyhawk sitting not far from him. The rail he had been looking over was there on Landing Platform 9, where his vessel was docked. A smile formed under his thick beard as a large direwolf with snow white fur came walking out of the ship.
“Ghost, you finally woke up, haha,” he spoke telepathically to the wolf. “I reckon it's time we start rebuilding our crew.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” Ghost replied, also with his mind.
The two of them strolled away from the platform towards the row of lifts on the central pillar. Soon they were inside and ascending to Floor 41, the Lower Market District. This too had open air like the floor below, but was nowhere near as tall, only covering maybe three stories. It had the same pillar placements, and right beyond the lifts was the Skyport Cantina, where people often relaxed while waiting for repairs on their vessels and refuelings to be conducted. Beyond the Cantina was a street-like network of huts, shops, stands, and merchant carts, with a large park area and fountain on the other side of the central pillar. Benches and picnic tables were spread about, as well as a few diners and food stands. There also stood a handful of pubs, but the Cantina was the most popular establishment.
Up on Floor 85 was the Upper Market District, but Redd had never been there as those levels were mainly for the nobles and elites. The residential floors up there were huge sprawling estates and private clubs. Down on the lower levels, the floors were usually small apartments and offices, with smaller market areas here and there for people who didn't want to go to the main Market Districts.
Redd and Ghost walked into the packed Cantina, finding a free table in the back. He ordered them some lunch, tossed a few coins to the delicious female elf waitress, a devoured his food. After the meal, he began asking around, inquiring about recruiting crew members for his ship. He decided his first priority should be to hire an engineer, as his own knowledge of the inner workings of ships was limited. So he set out asking for any leads on a qualified engineer seeking work, which led him to a young Half-Elf mechanic.
“So, I understand you're looking for work?” he asked with a grin, thinking the boy looked a bit cute. Soon he had gathered a handful of people and they all sat at a table. “We depart tomorrow morning at 9:00am. We'll be setting a course for the Ironwood Spire, where one of my contacts has a job for us. We'll get the details then. Any questions?”