Game Changer

Four Hours Earlier

The command deck of the Behemoth was very busy as crew members monitored the massive airship's systems.

Everyone was focused, eyes on their own panels, making sure this giant piece of metal stayed steady in the sky.

They had been successful so far and had encountered little resistance since leaving Tempest Fort, so they planned to maintain this momentum. 

"Status report!" Commander Thomson called from his seat, which was centrally located and slightly elevated from the others.

From his vantage point, he could see and supervise everyone.

They were all wearing brown, comfortable-looking insulated jackets, except for key personnel like the commander, first officer, engineers , and the pilot. 

"Commander, Altitude is stable at three thousand feet. We're in a clear zone with no turbulence." The pilot responded—a 32-year-old man who had spent his entire life training to maneuver an airship of this size.