This was perhaps the most awkward portion of the day here, waiting. He had been relieved from duty for the day purely to oversee the progress of this work, now he'd be spending it doing nothing, he'd have preferred to have been gone and with his newly revamped ship by now, but the fact he wasn't back in the field at the moment was his own fault. He hadn't been clear enough about what he truly wanted to be done with the ship, and he'd also given the technicians far too much freedom in how to work on the ship. They treated it like a specimen, not a weapon of war.
At the very least, this interval gave him time to think. Rheinland, his home was in a rather unstable position, with the recent shift of power in Dresden and the disappearance of the Generalmajor, which threw the Hessians into Chaos. The death of the L.W.B came not long after, with at least the comfort of a resurgent and more purist cell of the Bundschuh. There was still a lot of work to be done, especially if he wanted to ensure the prior balance of power did not fall through the cracks of strife. He wouldn't just be dealing with the Federalists, their assorted minions, along with the Imperials of both Rheinlandic and Cretan heritage anymore. There was bound to be some form of attempted power-grabs brewing with the Hesse. One he felt obligated to quell and ensure he'd at least begun to make good on his abandonment.
Waiting didn't feel overly difficult, in fact hours seemed to go by rather quickly. Despite a brief attempt, he couldn't sleep, he was in a public place and couldn't remove any of his gear, nor would he have been able to bring himself to do it even if he had the option. When he began to feel that the work was beginning to reach its culmination, he departed from the seat he'd occupied for the last six hours and made his way back into the hangar. He hoped that this time he'd feel satisfied with the outcome and that the ship waiting for him was indeed his own, this was no longer his Mentor's Loki, no longer the Odin he was allotted by the Hesse, this was a product of what he'd become. And as such, perhaps it deserved a new name.
Visually, the ship seemed similar, but he could tell it was no longer as heavily armored as it previously was, though weaker in the face of direct fire as a result. He was anxious to hear that the engineers had managed to calibrate the reactors and engines for maximum performance and not necessarily efficiency or safety, for their sake, he could only hope they hadn't failed in some regard or simply felt they knew better.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
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