Edgar peered eagerly from out of the window as the train arrived into the docks of Steamport. The train station. He stood up, grabbing hold of his 2 luggage cases from the overhead carriage. As he stepped from off the train to the platform, he felt the smog seep into his nostrils; a lifetime of aristocracy in a much more richer place than Steamport made his surroundings a bit stranger, and more intimidating than Edgar had imagined. He made his way through the small station and out into the port proper. Stopping for a second, he placed on luggagecase up on a low wall, opening it up. He looked into the case, at the strange looking mechanical device inside it. As he tapped it with his finger, it sprang into life, popping up on 8 legs. It made a strange little whirring noise, which, in some strange way had the essence of a cats purr about it. A smile crossed Edgar’s face.
“ Come on, Archie.” He said, turning around to face away from Archie, and holding his arms up. The mechanical spider crept out of the luggage case and crawled onto his back, it’s front pair of legs stretching over his shoulders, while it’s other 3 pairs went under his arms and wrapped around his abdomen. He closed up the luggage case and continued forward.
He asked around a few people if they knew anything of the radio message for crew needed he had heard as he wandered through the port, though he received no useful information, and a few hostile reactions for seemingly no reason. He ventured on, undeterred, until he saw two fellows chatting, one looking a bit worse for wear, the other more well kempt one was sat on a barrel, tinkering with a radio. He stepped over to them. He approached them, but as he did so he saw two more men approach, and the man sat on the barrel jump down, drawing two pistols. He approached, his hands out in front of him.
" Excuse me chaps, whatever problem you're having, I'm sure that there's no need for bloodshed." He said, as Archie clambered over his shoulder, and leapt on to the barrel the man had previously been sat on. As it landed, it's legs hung over the side of the barrel, and dug into the sides to give it grip, as it's turret deployed from a slot on the back of it's abdomen.
" Though I do like having a backup plan, in case the diplomatic approach doesn't work." He said, a smile on his face. " So what's the issue? Let's see if this can't be resolved peacefully, like gentlemen."
