The Meeting of the Masters
Captain Lissosimn stood on the bridge of the Industrial States Airship Ironmonger, looking out over the industrial zone he was ordered to guard. The area was mostly made up of munitions factories with a couple of oil refineries. Pirates were liable to attack for free fuel and ammo. As such, a zeppelin had to patrol the area constantly to ward off raids.
As a twelve-engine fast-attack zeppelin, his ship was well suited to the task; she could move from one end of her patrol zone to the other in less than fifteen minutes should the need arise, with her fighters already harassing the intruder by the time she arrived. And with reinforcements a mere twenty minutes away, anybody looking to cause trouble in her sector would be in for a very nasty shock.
The ship's bell rang: eight bells. Lysozyme shook his head. Eight bells and already he has had to examine no fewer than four zeppelins, all cargo carriers. The factories must be running low on supplies to require so m