Last spark from the ashes

Blaze looks up after the departing ship. It's a chunky little thing with boxy engines, but at least it's all one shade of white now, the patching to its hull made seamless under Shipwright Holliday's care. "Yeah, that's the outside. Just got repainted for the overhaul. Looks a lot better than it did a few weeks back, believe me."

When Verity looks like she has her balance, Blaze will lead the way up the steps and to the left, passing the low-slung postmaster's building and the blue-skinned young woman at the special orders desk. "Relax. The nearest med station's just over here. Besides, even if you're carrying something we don't have on file, everyone here is effectively immune."

By this she means that everyone in the crowd appears to be an armored Guardian of one type or the others. Plated Titans mingle with Hunters in long patterned cloaks and the robe-like longcoats of the Warlocks in all different colors and styles. There are commonalities, but even at a glance this is not the sort of military that does uniforms. Here and there are other Ghosts - even one or two fly by overhead, floating on their mysterious way.