Raven nodded to the mage, and began making his way down to the engine room, with Drew following behind. It would be interesting to have a man with the storms at his fingertips, even if he tried to play it off as a parlor trick. Then again, his armor would probably impress the mage if he had any idea what drove it.
"So, you feel all the waters as they flow around us huh? I guess I had better hope for a storm when we arrive at our destination. We may already be late. A check on the engine room should reveal why. It would typically be an honor for another to be in there, but I imagine the reason we are slowed is because you mages would be able to do something to speed it up." Raven continued down the halls, noting more and more of the troops preparing the ship to go once again, placing things back where they belonged, and just making sure there were not gaping holes in the ship.
"I have never seen it slow, if that is what you are asking. I have seen it grow, and do some very strange things. Perhaps our strange guest would be able to tell you more...particulars. Though, if you think the storm is what people see when they see an elemental, then you should be thanking the gods you are alive. A lot of people would be much happier with this storm not being quite as imposing..."
As they made their way to the engine room, Raven paused to watch the ending of Vana patching up the hull, being able to freely pass by the pair of workers who seemed to be guarding the door. With the commander there, they let Drew in as well.
The sergeant nodded, appreciating the praise of the engine, looking it over as Vana came back down. "Aye, she is has quite the heart don't she? Very well made, tougher than it looks, and able to keep this ship afloat even when she's taken a damn beating like we just did." At the talk of other mages entering, the man shrugged.
"Bah, not too worried about you mages seeing the heart of her at this rate. I'd rather have you seen her and her be well instead of limping along just so you don't see her." As the sergeant turned, he noted the Commander Raven coming through the doorway.
"Mages pretty handy in helping out the girl. Can we keep these guests? They at least serve a purpose." The sergeant called to Raven.
"Maybe this time we can keep a few along. They are quite helpful in the bigger scraps eh?" Raven said with a laugh. "But, I would be happier if this....junk was out of the engine room. I can't have you ending up like that hammer."
"Well, the mages apparently can take care of this, so says the metal one. She says she can get them here too!"
As the propellers were finally reset, many of the crew seemed to give a sigh of relief and went about making sure that they got everything back to its usual condition...and cleaning off the bits of monster that were still scattered about the ship. Once the engine room was all cleaned up, they would be airworthy once again.
Meanwhile, an odd phenomena began to happen with the storm, as it slowly began to stretch in another direction. It was a slow movement, with a few more stones and steel and fire falling outside the bounds of its usual control. Then, more and more it began to stretch northward, like a spike of destruction stretching further out. This obviously did not go unnoticed, as the crew began to call down that the storm was stretching.
Raven heard the shouts as they came down, and shook his head.
"Well mages, clean up the damn engine room. We won't be making any pit stops now. Seems our enemies decided to make their move, and we don't have a time of luxury to do some neatening up." 