On top of the mountains floating above our heads.
Near the reach of the stratosphere are the remnants of the old corporation.
These airships only roam earth yet they don't fly under the old flag.
Here they fly under a new flag, a new company that rose up.
Every members all from different divisions but all from the old corporation.
And yet even under the same leaderships of three and with numbers less of an army.
Ideas of the old still carries on and a new lease on life they have now and forever.
Reincarnated from the flood of time, life will still feel normal to them but with a new look towards it.
My dear friends, Charles Samuels and Oswald Witherman, please remember to watch for wind gusts.
Before you two get blown out of the walkway. It's a long way down.
OCs (C) Me
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