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An Introduction, of sorts.

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"You'd never believe what happened on that there piece o' land.. A damned beast of a thing was waiting in the dark..." The young hired gun paused, enjoying the attention from the other deckhands, and mild interest from other engineers. "One of the group actually stumbled right into the thing, and of course, the rest was there followin' close behind. There was a chase and gunshots and--"

	The young man's raspy voice slowly faded into a dull and droning tune in the background. Myra pursed her lips together, tilting her head slightly away from all the commotion that followed the exaggerated tale. 

	That was all she'd been hearing down in the hanger for at least a good half hour now. In fact, most of the voyage, Myra had been lucky enough to hear all about the various things that she had been ever so lucky to miss out on. She'd accepted the invitation to accompany some of the most talented engineers to help with the upkeep of the Garrloch and it's priceless equipment. With her background in aerospace technology, she had been the perfect candidate to keep the UINC's newest aircraft running smoothly -- a responsibility she held with pride. She had also accepted the invitation out of curiosity; how often does one get the chance to be a part of something so revolutionary? Somehow, being below deck while the action and adventure occurred above just didn't seem all that appetizing to her. She didn't come to simply work behind the scenes. 

	With a huff, Myra packed up the tools she had sprawled out in front of her and stowed them away in the locker she had been provided upon arrival. She grimaced. Even for the short amount of time she'd had with it, she'd managed to make a complete mess of the thing; littering it with books and notes on plants, and planes.

	As she stared upon the mess, Myra began to slip into her thoughts, allowing herself a moment to drown in something besides work and the endless ocean around them. She would meet with Conway. She would inquire about the island and ask to be alongside the group that had originally touched down on land. Or, maybe not... If that run in with the large cat-like monster had any say in her decision. Either way, they had initiative, if the stories she'd heard throughout the day were any indication. Joining with them seemed the best course of action. 

	Her thoughts were disrupted by a harsh squeal from the PA systems. 
"Armas! Krauss! Get ta tha hanger! It's time for tha daily!"

	Perfect! She could meet with Captain Conway and discuss her plans sooner than she'd expected, it appeared he was on his way to the hanger. On his way to her. Myra rushed over to a hand-mirror recently discarded on one of nearby the workbenches, angling it to examine her face from above, below; any angle she could work with. Her hair had managed to stay in place... for the most part. The real issue was the oil smudges on her face and skin from working with the AV-44, to her dismay they seemed stuck on her face until she could rinse later. Ah well. 

	The blonde straightened, allowing herself to reach her full height -- attempting to scrape whatever confidence she could muster, and headed off to find Conway, Krauss, and Armas. As one of the head engineers, and, arguably one of the most experienced in the aeronautical sciences, she wanted to be present during the examination of the AV-44. She'd taken fondly to the bird, it's ingenuity and beauty stunned her -- she wasn't about to let just anyone muck it up. 

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	Conway marched into the hangar with pilot and entourage in tow. He'd taken the liberty of finally having calm waters to do a full check of everything on the Garrloch. After fighting their way through the storms, they had started repairs, of course, but what had been intended to be a relaxing day on the shore had turned into a complicated, confusing, dangerous mess.

	His faith in free time had been eradicated with the giant cat beast. Now he would take any spare time he could muster. "Asmunr!" roared the captain as he came upon the Legri mechanic. Asmunr liked to laugh, and his mirth was highly contangious to everyone around him. Not now, though: Conway was on a mission. "Where can I find Ulhart? It's time for tha day's checkin'."

"Greetings to you, my captain." Asmunr smiled, bowing at the waist with mock civility. In reality, Asmunr was likely older than ninety percent of the people on the ship. "Ulhart approaches, sir. Grant him a few minutes, if you will." He glanced behind Conway, Krauss, and Armas, raising an eyebrow. "I see others approach, as well."

	Conway turned, seeing a straight-backed, blonde woman marching into the room. She looked to be part of the mechanical crew, her face streaked with oil. She was nearly as tall as Conway himself, though he still had a few inches on her.

"Somethin' I can do for ye lass?"

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	As the captain turned his attention on her, Myra felt her stomach drop. She deflated a little upon her approach, her back slacking at the middle. 

"I... Yes, sir." She struggled to find the words she'd been so sure about a moment before. "I wanted to formally introduce myself, as we haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet on the voyage, a surprise to myself, but understandable considering the circumstances." She began to slowly steady herself, the words were coming easier now, her voice fitted with a pleasant cheer, like a child talking about their favorite game. That's what this was, after all. Another game. One she would inevitably maneuver her way through. Hopefully. At least, that's what she told herself as her gaze locked on Conway. 

"My name is Myra Sylvan, sir. I've been working with the mechanics here, and most of the crew here in the hanger. While I'm honored to be a part of this expedition at all, I..." She paused, her hands fidgeting with one another. "I would like to ask of your permission to accompany the next group on shore. I know an... extensive deal of flora and of some geographical instances involved with land. I may be of value when deciphering anything we unearth while searching this vast, new territory." Her light green eyes twinkled, ablaze with determination. 

"I know that my duties at the end of the day lay with the AV-44 and keeping her in flying order; I will remain devoted as ever to that, sir. But... T'would be a waste to not use any knowledge available to you that could assist with the expedition." She paused, allowing a small, sheepish smile to dawn on her lips. Her hands stopped fidgeting, and instead dropped to her sides. This was it. 

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	Myra had been lucky to catch the Captain in a relatively good mood. Any time previously he would have snapped at her in moments, due to the stress he was under. 

	Instead, Conway looked her up and down, his brow furrowing as she spoke. She was tall for a female, and well built. The oil on her face spoke to him as a sign of someone who knew how to get her hands dirty, and didn't fear hard work. Not like that Constance woman.

	Still, the one of the main factors of the expedition had been to use the Endurance to explore as wide a span as possible. They needed everyone they could get working on the thing. Still...

"Can ya shoot a rifle, Sylvan? Build a shelter? Sure as sand, ya'd probably be fine out on the ground. But I'm afeared that anythin' we find out here'll be new, and yar botanical knowledge might find itself...of no use whatsoever." He folded his arms, motioning with his head for Krauss and Armas to continue on into the hangar.

	If he was to be perfectly honest, it had been mere coincidence that the people doing the exploring had been the people with the least exploration experience. Constance, Edward, Luna, and Armas...were not the advance party Conway had hoped to send ashore. 

	And yet, they had brought results. Still, Armas was a mechanic, through and through. He belonged with the ship. Edward would through a little fit if he wasn't allowed to go first, and considering he had deciphered that map...thing, Conway decided he could remain. Constance was expendable, and Luna had proven herself to be an excellent field medic.

	But the three of them couldn't go out into the world alone. That luck wouldn't last forever. He wouldn't mind sending with them someone who had a better handle on not panicking. This Sylvan character seemed to present a good, calm front.

"I'm not sayin' no, per say..." he rubbed his chin thoughtfully with one hand. "I'm just askin' to be convinced. I don't know much about tha botany, so I may be off with my worries." He glanced at the ground. "Ya know how ta fly the bird, Sylvan?" he asked, a subtle gleam in his eye. "More specific'ly, are ya willin' to learn? If ya can learn that, there might be a place for ya after all."

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	Like a bee desperate for honey, Myra listened to Conway on baited breath. She felt his eyes travel her body -- sizing her up. She reached up and tucked a nonexistent strand of hair from her face, smoothing out the rest of her hair behind her ears. She tilted her head and watched the forms of Krauss and Armas head off further into the hangar. She folded her arms, which were well-toned from years of disciplined work with her upper body, fiddling with plane engines and lifting various parts in and out as needed. 

	Sure as she'd predicted of the man, he'd subtly called out her little more than useless skill. Yet, he'd paused. What she hadn't expected of the old captain, was his inquiries on her survival skills. She was a scientist, through and through. What survival skills could she truly possess? Yet...

"I have never been familiarized with a gun, no. The most I've ever come in contact with them is through what I've read up on their mannerisms. On how the actual gun is built. Otherwise, I'm not proficient in actually using one." She paused, raising an inquisitive brow. "However, I do believe I could build a shelter. I am handy in making use in what I have around me. And, I'm a quick thinker -- so I suppose that could be a resource when out in the field as well?" Though her tone came off as a question, it seemed like she was directing it more to herself, a mere thought passing between the two. 

	She noted a gleam in the older man's eyes and prepared for the worst. What she heard next made her drop her arms once more, though this time, her jaw did too. To fly the Endurance? Her? 
Oh. 

	She snapped out of her momentary haze and nodded, struggling to maintain her composure. "I.. Yes. My mother was a pilot, sir. So I do have some experience in the air, mostly thanks to her. But.." She found herself struggling. To fly such an expensive aircraft, to even be allowed to touch the bird was an honor. But to fly it? Wow. 

"I would need to familiarize myself with her controls, first. But, I do believe I'd be up for flying her. I mean, I've gotten to know her inside and out --" She gave a soft laugh, letting her eyes flicker over to the spot on the ground Conway had taken an interest in before her. "I'd be honored for the opportunity to fly her, sir." She lifted her chin, hoping to show confidence in her answer, and not cockiness. She added a little lift to the corners of her mouth. She would mention her slight... distaste for heights later. But for now, she wanted to affirm her chances of exploration.

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"Perfect," Conway huffed, and moved past her. "Krauss! Over here, man. This lady's here ta be yer backup. Teach her what ya can, hey? I know it's hard ta learn: remember, I was a pilot as well. But I need ta crew the damned ship, so she's my replacement now. Fer now, she'll be copilot. Later, I fersee the two'o ye swapping out on each flight."

	Krauss opened his mouth with an indignant look, but Conway shushed him. "Yes, I'm aware that it's risky. Here's the thing, thought: I'm the captain, aren't I? Good, then follow yer orders. On the next flight, she goes with you. And yes, I know being an engineer "

	He turned back to Myra. "Right now, Sylvan, I expect ya to get abovedecks and talk to the rest of the first crew. Look for a man, a woman, and a ridiculous socialite. Ye can't miss'em."

Above Deck

	The cold air was the first to hit her, sending chills down her spine. It was fresh; not a trace of oil, smoke, or steel to cloud it. Myra moved to zip up the jumpsuit she had had hanging loosely around her waist, the barren tank-top she was wearing underneath was far too cold now that she was no longer surrounded by the warmth of the hangar. She'd only just rounded the corner past the stairwell when she heard a few muffled voices; she could make out three. Look for a man, a woman, and a ridiculous socialite... 

	Pushing further ahead, Myra came to a stop just as she could get her bearings on what she saw ahead of her. Leaning against a nearby wall, she waited, listening intently from her (currently) undetected location. Looking around at the three, she noted the vast differences in each and of course, their current... squabbling. This was to be her new "crew"? The people she would risk life and limb for? She was considering walking back down to the hangar when she recalled the stories she'd been privy to hearing. Sure -- they may not look like much, but they got the job done. That was what mattered. 

	Lifting herself from the wall, Myra slowly sauntered over to the three, her mouth forming into a smile. A peace offering. "Nicely said. Hope is one of the most powerful things in existence." She shifted her tone, adopting a softer voice - a voice that could melt steel. "While I hate to interrupt this... Eh.." She motioned nonchalantly with her hand, gesturing across the three. She sighed, the words for whatever this was, weren't altogether pleasant. "Bonding moment you're all having..." Her hand floated back to her side. "I was told to meet up with you; Captain's orders." 

	She glanced over to the woman currently holding onto herself, as if letting go meant falling apart. Maybe she already was. Myra felt her smile falter; What exactly had she walked in on? 

	"I apologize," She shifted her focus to the other woman, her gaze quickly flickering over her outfit. Other than the three notable tears across the mid-section, likely from that monster she'd heard of, it was an outfit that seemed fitted to her. She held herself much in the same way that Myra did, a display of confidence. She stood at full height and despite her doing so, her shoulders were relaxed. Something was off about the whole show, but Myra couldn't quite place it. It was familiar to her though, she used the same tactics herself. 

	"I'm Myra Sylvan," She continued, hoping to explain her intrusion, "I'm one of the engineers assigned to look after the Endurance, or as you might know her better, the AV-44." She occupied herself with the zipper at the top of her coveralls. "I didn't get the chance to meet with you earlier, but seeing as I'm going to join ranks with you come the next adventure, I figured doing so would be in all our best interests. We're a team, so... Getting to know who you're trusting to watch your back out there in the unknown is sort of important, I suppose." Myra shifted on her feet, waiting for a reaction. Searching for any discontent. Hopefully, she would find the opposite -- but given the circumstances, she'd take what she could get.
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