As the dispersed gathering began to mingle among themselves and take their seats again, the Air-Ship Captain passed by Steven with an unimpressed look, “That thing had better not get lit either or we’ll have more than words this go around.”
The man was the quintessential Pilot dressed in formal his black suit, gold trimmed cords, medals and the winged Air-Ship patch on his left arm denoted that he was the best of the best. Fearless even in the face of the likes of Steven Richard Padgett; head of the Archaic Observer Newspaper, the last vestiges of print still in circulation. Steven gave him a grimacing look in return. ..."
~THE CURE CRISIS