"Gentlemen. The airships below are experimental, as you probably surmised. The Royal Navy could've had a frigate for the cost of the lot of them. What you do on this mission will determine whether production proceeds or not. I will not be able to give direct commands in the heat of battle, so I will expect you to use your best judgement when engaging the enemy- if we engage the enemy at all." Captain Lorraine said.

"We'll do our damn best sir. Just point us at the enemy and tell us how many explosions you want to see." Garrett said with a grin, still saluting. 

"Our chief engineer will be able to offer you assistance in any retrofits you'd like to make to improve the craft- if you ask her nicely." The Captain continued as he gestured at the half-African woman with purple hair. "Don't worry, as long as you don't do anything to piss me off, you won't have to worry about modifications, just ask and I'll do what I can, but don't expect me to bring you back from the grave if you crash and burn to the ground or ocean, and if you do survive that don't expect me to fish your ship or ass out of the ocean, or to fix it if it's beyond repair."

Garrett dropped his salute and chuckled. "If that's so, then you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Just bring us what we ask and we'll bring the bird back in one piece. No French plane has shot us down yet, and we're not going to start now." He said.

Turning to the side, he saw a formally dressed officer in red saluting near the captain. Garrett could see from all of his medals that he was a highly experienced soldier, brandishing medals from Trafalgar and other battles. "If you don't mind me suggesting, friend, you best keep those medals away when we're in battle. You might lose them, and the enemy isn't going to hesitate shooting you just because you have them pinned on your chest" Garrett said jokingly.