“Change heading three degrees to port.”
First Officer Vasko’s voice resonated through the bridge. It simultaneously felt like he never raised his voice, yet everyone always heard his orders from one end to the other. His vaguely threatening demeanor was one of the reasons Maelie Arsenault had hired him. Now she had a matching set of vaguely threatening tabaxi. One in the air, and one on the ground.
She walked up to the helm and smiled at the pilot. “I will take it from ‘ere, Monsieur Ascher.”
“Aya-aye Captain.” The dwarf shuffles to the side and moves to another station.
Mae gently adjusts the wheel, feeling the tilt of the ship beneath her feet. “ ‘Ow different dis is den on de water.”
“I do not think it so different.” Vasko replies in his Patlovian accent.
“There’s no waves in the sky.” Mae replies with a grin as she adjusts the speed of the Elemental engine, hearing the distant roar from the far behind her.
“There is wind. And waves will carry you to shore on the ocean. Up here… you just… drop.” Vasko says as a warning.
“Dat is why we ‘ave parachutes and feather fall tokens and scrolls!” She grins brightly as she looks out on the clouds. “Monsieur Vasko, I appreciate your instructions as I learn to pilot but can you per’aps rein in de dour warnings of disaster? I assure you dey ‘ave little effect on me, but de rest of de crew…”
Several of the bridge crew were looking considerably less enthusiastic about the current topic and Vasko let it go with a sigh. Instead, he tilts his head a moment and turns to an observer. “What is wind direction?”
“East-Southeast.”
Turning back to his new captain, “This angle into wind could make turbulence.”
She seems about to dismiss the concern then gives him a more serious look. “Wit’out sacrificing speed, ‘ow do we ‘andle dat?”
The First Officer nods and explains the new heading.