The sky was blue, a bright, beautiful blue. Leaning backward to glance up at the sky, hands halting a backwards tumble, the still unnamed toddler froze. But here? Now? It was poking him in places a man should never be poked or prodded. It had certainly not been present in the facilities of the Luftmarine, cranes and metal and concrete had abounded there. A useless weed he had thought of it then, his thoughts on the matter had not changed. He had plenty of time indeed to find his reason for living.Īs he thought of this, the sensation of grass underneath his feet creeped its way into his mind, the ugly ugly grass from his first life poking at his thighs and buttocks as he sat on the ground. Waking up in the body of a toddler was rather encouraging. His third? Well, he wondered exactly what kind of purpose he would find here. After all, this time around… this time around he had felt like he had accomplished something. Dying of old age after a lifetime’s of service was simply met with… satisfaction in a job well done. The amenities had been lacking, standard really when one was reborn in 1885, but he had a reason to live and he had purpose to strive for. His second as a serviceman in the Kaiserliche Luftmarine, the Kaiser’s sky navy… well, he had found purpose in excess. After a life of assisting others finding their purpose as an educator, he felt it ironic he had still been searching for purpose until his own death. He was not sure exactly how he should be feeling about this situation. This was the second time this had occurred. Perhaps not a baby… more like a small child. Burning flesh and cloth alike.Īnd yet, he had nothing but soft baby skin. The electricity burns as a lightning induced flashover turned the electroid in the lift tanks back into current, spreading through the bridge. Tthe shrapnel that had peppered his face and hands. The battles that had been fought against the Sky Fleet, the hated home fleet of the British. Weathering it into hardy, browned leather. The lengthy weeks spent aloft, the dry air of the sky above the clouds, the unmitigated might of the sun blasting his skin. The sky and the Leviathans that patrolled it, furthering the interests of the Kaiser. The upward thrust provided by the liquid expression of electricity opening up an entire new frontier for the Reich. Lofted into the sky through the use of Electroid’s unique properties. The sun-blasted leather of his skin that had been a comfort as he grew old in retirement after decades of service, missing.Ĭommanding a river barge, the smallest of skyships, to the commander of a fleet of Leviathans. Indeed, they were the hands of an infant, an infant that was quite definitely not an 80 year old man. These were not the hands of an admiral of the Kaiserliche Luftmarine. The Konteradmiral zur Luft glared at his hands. It will likely be the next few months worth of writing. The following is a trailer of the events of the next few years of the MC's life. This is a combination of my two favourite things.īoth are published by Catalyst Labs and Leviathan has several introductory materials available for free to be downloaded from the Catalyst website.
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