The Aspera Carrier. December 21st, 2287.

A long time has passed since boarding the Aspera. The Vandalian aircraft liner was a might of modern technology and magic intermingled into a singular force of might and inspiration. Meeting the different staff for a celebrated event known as the Winter Solstice Festival onboard was more than enough for many of them to be excited. Decorations and festive cheers were being hung all about the interior of the matte black and shining gold interiors. The red velvet sofas were occupied with flight staff and laborers alike with drinks being intermingled and poured at the bars.

However, noticable to everyone, their Luietenant Colonel wasn't there. His two stepdaughters were there and enjoying the festivities together and they were completely contrasted from the man's behavior. Only those closest to the Luietenant actually knew the reason why he wasn't down there.

A knock comes to the door of the forge, and his ears perk up in slight annoyance. A grimace shows wide across his face as he takes a deep breath. The air hitting the side of his exposed jaw. He wasn't expecting anyone to be there to look for him or bother asking where he was, and quite frankly, he was already going to be upset if this conversation was a waste of time.

He wipes his face with his clawed hand, grumbling to himself in Infernal before pushing a button, opening the door automatically. He was hovering over his forge of steel and molten gold. The slamming of a wrench and a hammer echoing through the room before be stops.

"What...is it that you want?"

He asks out in an extremely impatient tone of voice. Already fed up with the fact he's being interrupted and the fact he's there fixing his Nuka Cola fridge since no one bothered to get him a new one for Solstice. His eyebrows furrowing down at his project.