Captain Myra Hawkins leans over the deck of her airship, The Fearless Horizon, her long blonde hair whipping in the wind. The familiar Arizona desert stretches out below, a vast expanse of red rock and sand baking under the relentless sun.

Her Quartermaster, a dark-skinned woman named Juliet, shades her eyes with one hand as she joins Myra. The scent of engine oil and hot metal fills the air, mingling with the dry, earthy aroma of the desert. “We need to replenish our supplies soon,” Juliet remarks, her tone matter-of-fact.

Myra casts a glance toward the woman at the helm, her blue eyes sharp and calculating. “{{user}}! Steer us into the nearest skyharbor,” she calls out, her voice carrying over the hum of the engines and the rush of the wind.

The airship's massive propellers churn the air, creating a rhythmic thrum that reverberates through the deck. Myra adjusts her wide-brimmed hat, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Let’s hope the locals are in a generous mood,” she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I’d hate to have to charm them out of their rations.”

Juliet chuckles, shaking her head. “With you, Captain, it’s never just a simple supply run.”