Le chef Flynn est entré dans le Pegasus par la baie de chargement. Techniquement parlant, il aurait dû prendre l'allée, saluer l'officier de la Garde et demander la permission de monter à bord. Il était beaucoup plus vieux, et avait beaucoup trop peu de patience pour cela, cependant. C'était le senior enrôlé à bord du navire, et le capitaine de pont d'ailleurs, en tant que tel, il n'a répondu à personne d'autre que le Captian lui-même. Même si cela n'avait pas été vrai; la baie de chargement, et les matériaux que les hommes enrôlés étaient en train de charger, étaient sa possibilité.
C'était une bonne chose qu'il ait fait aussi. Alors qu'il passait par l'un des aviateurs, il avait failli larguer le baril qu'il essayait de porter seul. Le chef a réagi complètement sur l'instinct, couvrant le sol entre lui et l'homme et aidant à attraper le canon avant qu'il ne heurte le sol. Il s'est presque tourné vers le départ avant qu'une odeur distinctive n'attire son attention.
"Aviateur, ce baril est-il de la poudre noire?" Le chef Flynn a dit que ses yeux clignotaient de colère. "Avez-vous failli déposer un baril de poudre noire dans mon compartiment de chargement parce que vous étiez trop stupide pour obtenir de l'aide pour le porter?" Il continua, le volume de sa voix s'élevant subtilement, alors que son visage commençait à s'éclater de colère. "Vous devez me faire rapport immédiatement après le lancement du navire. Vous êtes maintenant en charge de vous assurer que rien ne va vraiment mal pendant le chargement de ce navire, et les dieux vous aident si vous foirez."
Le chef s'est ensuite proptencé sur son talon et s'est dirigé vers le quai. Il n'a pas tardé à voir un aviateur se pencher sur l'un des murs. Le chef s'arrêta devant l'homme, qui semblait ne pas le remarquer jusqu'à ce qu'il soit attiré à l'attention par son collier. "Ce vaisseau n'a pas besoin de ton aide pour tenir la cloison." Le chef Flynn sifflait, tenant le visage de l'aviateur à l'écart du sien. « Il y a du travail à faire dans la baie de chargement, allez-y! » Il a dit, libérant l'homme avec une pelle rapide. Après avoir vu l'homme trébucher sur lui-même pour s'enfuir, le chef Flynn se retourna dans la direction du Quarter Deck se sentant un peu mieux après le solding.
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Quand le chef Flynn est sorti sur le Quarter Deck, il sifflait à hisslelf. Il s'est arrêté, pour surveiller le pont et le gréement. Même avec le smog de Londres et sans l'emprise familière d'un vaisseau aérien en cours, le chef Flynn se sentait plus chez lui qu'il ne l'avait fait depuis longtemps. Il savait que ce n'était qu'une question de temps avant de pouvoir sentir l'éther et sentir à nouveau le vent sur son visage.
En se concentrant à nouveau sur la tâche à accomplir, le chef a remarqué une multitude de jeunes officiers debout sur la Prévision. En supposant que l'un d'eux puisse le diriger vers le captian du navire. Dès qu'il a atteint le groupe, la première chose qu'il a remarquée était que le cigare était détenu par une grande femme africaine.
--Ma'am, dit-il avec une pelle, malgré l'étendue extérieure, ce navire est surtout du bois, et ces voiles sont des nappes d'huile fraîche. De plus, même maintenant, des barils de poudre noire sont chargés sur les ponts inférieurs... Si vous allumez cette chose sur un de mes ponts, vous aurez de la chance si la pire chose qui se passe est que je la jette par-dessus bord." Avant que la femme ne puisse répondre, le chef a remarqué que les capitaines épaulaient sur le jeune homme roux. Son front tricotait ensemble, et il était impossible de cacher la légère fronce qui apparaissait sur son visage. Le capitaine était à peine plus qu'un garçon... cependant, le chef Flynn pensait à lui-même, je suppose que ça a du sens avec la guerre. Les hommes plus âgés étaient susceptibles de se faire tuer, ou avaient le bon sens d'être promus à des positions loin du front.
Malgré ses réserves, le chef Flynn a tendu la main à l'accueil. "et tu serais le Skipper." Sa voix était profonde et amicale, avec l'écho d'une brogue irlandaise qui restait à un homme qui n'était pas rentré depuis plus d'une décennie. "Je suis le chef Warrent Emmet Reilly O'Flynn, Lord Mulgrave de l'Amirauté m'a assigné comme votre capitaine de pont."
Name:CWO Emmet Reilly "Chief Flynn" O'Flynn
Age: 52
Sex: Male
Race:  While Emmet claims that his bloodline is purely human, he does not seem to carry the full weight of his advancing years, rumors amongst the crew speculate that his years amongst the aether have changed him somehow, while others claim that he is simply lieing to avoid the stigma of mixed parentage.
Nationality: Irish
Appearance: Chief Flynn seems both younger and older than his actual age. Long days of working in sun and wind has turned his skin into sunbaked leather, and working on rigging and with tools have left his hands and feet covered in thick calluses. Age and weather has left his face covered in wrinkles and lines, and his hair is begining to strongly favor the salt part of salt and peper. On the other hand, his grey-blue eyes still burn brightly, and when he does manage a smile it is full of bright white teeth. Beyond this, he has not adopted the stooped posture or withered limbs of other men his age. Instead he stands steady and strait, with a lean musculature that puts men half his age to shame.
 
Occupation:  Chief O'Flynn is in charge of much of the day to day operations onboard the ship, supervising the airmen, POs and automotons who work the rigging and the main deck, maintain the fighter craft and it's launch and recapture equipment in the hanger bay, and handle logistics and supply in the loading docks and storage decks.
Biography:
Born at the dawn of the Seven Years War(1756) to a poor Irish family, Emmet's father left to fight in the war and was reported dead not long afterward. As such he had a difficult early life, having to work to help support his family from an early age and often going without enough food or basic amenities. After his mother died of a fever Emmet lied about his age, and fradulently enlisted on the HMAS Buteon at the age of 13, in 1769 (coincedentaly, this was the year Nepoleon was born.
Emmet spent a year and a half serving aboard the HMAS Buteon, the ship was attacked and taken by the 'Privateer' (read pirate) Airship, The Black Sun, one of the few remaining pirate airships of the Golden Age of Pirates. The fifteen year old Emmet was shanghaied into service onboard The Black Sun, where he served for three years before the Royal Air Navy was able to finaly track down and capture the infamous privateer ship. After which Emmet spent nearly a year in the custody of military police custody before he was able to convince the authorities that he had not been a willing participant in any acts of piracy. At this point Emmet returned to the service.
Between his return to service in the year 1775 and his forced retirement (due to age) in 1801, Chief Flynn served 26 distinguised years on 15 different airships. In this time he advanced in both rank and experience, eventually leaving the fleet at the rank of Chief Petty Officer.
Between the years of 1801 and 1803, Chief Flynn served various manual labor jobs, not content to enjoy his retirement, and hating every moment of being landbound. Thus, he was greatly relived when one of the Captians he had served under during his long carrer (now an Admiral) asked him to return to service at the onset of the Nepolionic wars. The Admiralty believed that his experience was needed for the success of the Fleet, and they offered him the new rank of Warrant Officer.
Since his return, Emmit has served aboard six ships in five years. The Admiralty seems to find his skills more valuble for training recruits than serving in the actuall combat zone, a mentality that irritates the Chief to no end. He is happy to have an actual official position aboard the Pegasus.
Weapon of choice: Chief Flynn was a skilled boxer and wrestler in his youth, and still prefers to fight with his hands. However, he does carry a sizable ivory handled knife. The knife is intended for cutting rope and similar tasks, but is more than capable of serving as a weapon.
Orientation/Relationship Status: Chief Flynn is the model of the phrase 'A girl in every port,' He has children in most locations he has visited, and acts as a fairly good father and 'husband' when he returns to those places.

"Hey EllTee, who's the codger?" The Airman who spoke obviously couldn't tell that the Chief, could hear him over the din of the Airship Docks. It was an understandable mistake, The area around The Pegasus was a proverbial zoo, with Marines and Airmen saying goodbuy to their familes, and loading teams moving heavy boxes and barrels into their stageing areas, shouting instructions and inventory information across the dock. Chief Flynn had been doing this job for longer than most on the crew had even been alive however, and he had long ago learned to shut out the background noise.
"You should watch your tongue Willem," The young officer chuckled in response "That 'codger' might hear you and toss you over the side..."
The Airman's face turned two shades paler at the Lieutenant's words. "Th-that's Chief Flynn?! Why's he being stationed with us?" The Airman asked nervously before seeming to regain his bravado. "Anyway, I'm not scared of any old man. I'm sure the whole things a myth anyway..."
The Lieutenant shrugged in response. "I really couldn't tell you, I'm glad he is though. That 'old man' has been doing his job longer than I can even imagine, likely he could do any job on the ship at least half as well as the person they have doing it."
Chief Flynn scowled and moved toward the gangplank to the Pegasus itself. What sort of men put this mission together? Most of this crew looked younger than some of his children, and very few of the junior men had much experience on an airship, he could tell by the way they moved, the way they talked, even the way they smelled... He'd have his work cut out for him. He may even have to toss someone overboard. That particular trick didn't make him any friends, but he wasn't there to make friends, he was there to keep these men alive and doing their jobs... and he always made sure he clipped a teather to them first. Nobody died, and they always made damn sure not to wander around his deck without their teathers afterwards.
Now, where was this Captain Lorraine, he intended to meet his new Skipper before doing anything else...