Building an Airship [ 7% Complete ]

[Uziuke]

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Uziuke looked to the sand of the desert during the night. It was beautiful. Shining like diamonds under the night's sky, it was almost as though the stars had a reflection in the area of Sand beneath. Such a scene was inspirational, enough to motivate the boy to push forward at what he was trying to accomplish. As he grew up in Mist, he had thoughts of traveling, but never did he think he'd end up being a mercenary amongst the shinobi nations. It did, however, come at a steep price. The loss of his home. To this day he was amazed that he was able to cope with such a traffic event. He kept his head held high, and only wondered about the rest of the Mist natives and how they were doing. Going back to the village crossed his mind every now and again, but once there, what was he going to do? What was his purpose behind this goal that he made for himself? Sometimes he didn't know how to answer the question, but his heart always told him "Keep going". There was a lot riding of of such simple words. The breeze that blew over have Uzi the feel of the sands during the night. Cold, yet, homely.

"How am I supposed to do this?" Uziuke asked himself. What kept him going at this point, was the love for his home village. With returning home remaining on his heart, the first step would be to build some sort of traveling machine, but what would it be? Uzi licked his thumb and raised his hand as the wind blew in again. They were calm, yet could move a tumbleweed along with the breeze. Watching a couple of them move over the sands with the breeze brought something to Uziuke's mind. "Wind power... Sails, tumbleweeds." He was going somewhere with this. "A sailboat?" No it didn't make any sense. A sailboat would never float app the sands. If this was a sea of water, things would be much better. Uzi sighed, now sitting Indian style in the sands as he kept his heart on the idea. How was he supposed to travel? He really haven't seen anything as far as traveling before when making his way through the shinobi nations. A boat was only good in to of water, but what would move across the water, and the sands.

Uzi fell backwards into the sands, looking up to the sky as he let out a heavy sigh. He opened his eyes and looked to the stars. A few clouds were in the sky that night. He watched as they made their way, floating across the sky. "Man, it would pay off to be a cloud right now. I could just float wherever I wanted, and I could get anywhere I pleased. No worries, just me and the sky... Floating... Floating in the sky!" Uziuke say up, his face now do of excitement. "Floating in the sky! I'm just a shinobi, floating in the sky! Floating on... A sailboat in the sky! Yeah!" Uzi stood up, clenching his fists as he began to tell out to the sky, his echo could probably be heard from a mile away. He repeated the saying a few times, estatic to start on his new project. "A huge airship, floating in the sky! I gotta start collecting materials!"

It would be an airship? Hmm... Maybe some type of blimp, floating in the sky. He figured he needed some of the rarest materials in order to build such a thing. Maybe he would use real diamonds, reminding him of the sands of the of the diamond ocean under the night's sky.

"Now where do I start my search for materials?"

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[Shingetsu Sora]

"We're going to need one heck of a tarp to cover all of this." Looking at the basic schematics that had been handed to him, Sora shook his head and handed them back to the assistant that had handed them to him. "Yeah, that's going to need to be one heck of a tarp. That or we end up building an equally big building just to house the thing." Shrugging, the assistant, a green academy student who was just looking for experience for a class of some sort, looked to Sora for more answers. Sighing and hold out his hand, he requested the schematics back and upon finding the name of the creator of the drawing, again handed the schematics back and began to scribble down a quick note via the clipboard that he was walking around the site with. So far, the project had drawn in a lot of eager people who where hoping to make something of themselves and some mark of history. Sora's job was to make sure that the dreamers actually dreamed their way through their work shifts without in some cases, literally blowing themselves up. Sora probably wasn't making too many friends but he like everyone around, had a job to do.

"Look, take this back to the builder team and let them know that unless we want to draw everything to us, friend or foe, that we need to figure out a way to actually protect the project site itself and preferably before something big tries to actually eat said large project. It's either that or somebody with a whole lot more money than me is going to have to shell out a lot of said money to buy protection for the place." Ripping off the note, folding it and handing it to the student, Sora ushered them off to deliver his message to the team that was assigned the figuring out part. Sora had signed on to help the project along because he too was looking to occupy his days with more adventures than simply punching his way to the top and certainly being a part of history would help. In the meantime though, his role on the logistics side still afforded him the opportunity to use both his brain and his brawn, provided that by brawn, he meant that he was going to do what it took to keep the project running both on time and safely. A whole lot of good could come to the land by making sure that the project was completed, but there was little doubt in the young mans mind that there would be a number of trials to befall them as all great projects suffered. Really, it would be the determination of those at the helm, to keep the morale high, and the pay even higher. Smirking to himself, the fledging Ancient walked off to find out who all was joining his team for the day.

OOC #1: Entering the early project site and proposing a "Hanger" for protecting the work and the workers.
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[Uziuke]

"So you think this is going to work?" Uziuke looked to the Sunaku, a true native of the sands. The boy was worried that things wouldn't work out right, but he was assured that everything would turn out just fine. "Ok, if you say it's going to work, I'll believe it." Uzi wasn't a vet when it came to these sort of things, but he was ready to put the plan into motion.

Uzi watched as sand began to be raised. The boy was a bit surprised. No handseals, no chakra aura, he didn't see anything of the norm. The sands beneath their feet just shifted into formation. Uzi pointed to the sands, "So is that it?" "One sec." The Sunaku pointed to the sand as it began to swirl around, creating a small mini twister of some sort. "Ok, now." Uzi gave a nod. The boy calmed himself, he began to clear his mind. He'd only called on Susanoo a few times before. This time would be simple, he only needed Susanoo's hands. A red chakra began to form around the boy as fingers began to form on either side of him. Two hands now manifested, each about the size of a tree that's seen the earth for quite a few years. A ribcage encased the boy, acting as a shield of some sort. As the sands continued to spin, Uzi used Susanoo's hands to pick up the cement that was on site. He threw the cement into the swirling sands, watching as the sands eat the cement up, mixing the components to build the walls of the construction site.

The plan was to build a place where the workers could stay on site, a place that would house the construction of the airship and hangar. The walls would also be a defense from the monsters that lurked the Diamond Ocean. He knew there would be attacks on the site, so they would keep things as concrete as he could. Of course there were a few on guard duty, so if things got to bad, a war could be called to defend the site.

"Hey, this place is going to need a name!" The Sunaku yelled over the intense weather. Uzi began through a few hand seals. After completion, a small drizzle began in the area. The sand and cement, now a 30foot tornado spinning in place, began to mix into a hard substance. He watched as the Sunaku raised a hand, hard stones began to sift beneath the sands, raising into the tornado, completing the mix for a concrete substance. The concrete was what they needed to build strong walls. Many of the workers looked on in amazement. Such a feat was rarely seen, especially of two of the great clans of the shinobi nations. "Uhh, I'll let someone else decide on the name. What matters now is keeping everyone safe. If we can build this thing before the month is up, I'd consider staying out here full time." The Sunaku nodded.

The materials began to harden into a solid. The drizzle began to stop as the ingredients continued to mix. After a few hours, the crew managed to build a corner wall of the structure. The blueprint seemed simple enough to follow. "We're already looking good guys. At this pace, we'll be done in no time." Of course no time was a figure of speech. He knew it would take about a month for the wall to fully dry, but he liked the way things were going so far.

"You can start putting up the wood if you want. A high tower to where we could keep lookout of our surroundings would be nice." Uzi nodded, he knew everything would work out. These blueprints weren't his idea, but he liked the plans nevertheless. It would take some work, but the crew could get it done.

Uzi looked over to the Senju. "Hey, you wouldn't be able to grow apple trees and watermelon vines would you?" The Senju gave a smile and closed his eyes. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead "I can call forth wood, but growing those types of trees would take seeds. Luckily, I know a gardener that could lend us a few seeds. I'm sure we'll have enough harvest for everyone." The Senju gave a nervous laugh, looking to Uziuke while knowing he was clueless on the subject. "Ok, well let's go meet this Gardner. We have to keep the people fed around here. They aren't doing all this hard work for nothing."

Uzi and the Senju began off. He looked back to the construction site that was in progress. Once it was up, the crew could start working on the airship. In the back of his mind, he thought about the monsters that lurked the area. He knew was excited about what was going on, but he knew danger lurked as well. He'd try to keep everyone on their toes while out there. Using jutsu, and all the hard work that was available was perfect training for the upcoming shinobi that he saw around. He was quite proud of them. He held the blueprint of the airship's hangar, looking it over. He and the Senju began to converse about it as they made their way back to the village, pointing the pictures from time to time, adding their own ideas. "That's going to be one giant hangar."

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[Shingetsu Sora]

"It looks like an ant hill." "Ehhh, more like a termite mound." "I don't know, it's definitely a bit more...sensical than th-." "Exactly, like a termite mound!" "I don't know what termites you've been watching lately but those mounds are hardly ever sensical." "Are you sure? They're super sturdy!" "I'm leaning more towards an ant hill myself, plus the acronym sounds better." "What?" "Yeah, A, N, T, for airship, navy, team, or A.N.T., to which each one of us would be an A.N.T. and collectively, A.N.T.s, or airship, navy, team, shinobi!" "That seems a bit forced, don't you think?" "Well, Mr. Termite, you try making an acronym with your idea!" "Transportation, engineering, ready, machine...uhh.." "Exactly! Score a point for the A.N.T.s and their impenetrable A.N.T. Hill!" It was at the time that the small group dedicated to logistics was interrupted by one of their managers. In walked Sora and with his handy clipboard, he was poised to give out orders as had been directed towards him. Though he wasn't in the business of being a task master, he was quite proficient at getting just the right amount of work out of his team in order to justify them getting all the freedom that was afforded for a department that usually was consulted with less than most project managers would have liked to have admitted.

"Anko, I really hope that you managed to secure us that plot of land for a local greenhouse!" Perking up, one of the young women quickly fumbled through a stack of papers to produce the requested file. "And, Sato, please, please, please, tell me that those hanger construction folks provided us a list of how many workers they were adding to our numbers. You know that they sometimes they're just as bad as the airship engineers with doing any calculations without a hardhat being involved!" Shaking his head, Sora had to stop and smirk. His team was hard working but they also were a group of mostly teenagers who sometimes forgot that socializing wasn't exactly a noted job function. "On it, Sora!" Though he was their peer, Sora made sure to always carry himself as the leader that he had been entrusted to be.

He'd give pep talks when they were warranted and he was quick to course correct if things were going down the wrong path, which in most cases was simply a miscalculated headcount. "Hey Miko, I'm actually going to need to pull you off of the Water Project and onto the Energy one. Call me a bit overly cautious but I really think that we're going to need to account for chakra burnout in a way that Oda-sama isn't taking into account. The Susanoo Unit is really keeping the project ahead of schedule but at a certain point it's impossible to eat enough calories or get enough sleep in the day to account for the strain of using their abilities ad nauseum. I think that we need to start running the numbers on just how long each of them can work per day to get the most of of them and so that we can get through this thing without anybody dying." Giving a curt nod and kicking her chair away from the group that she'd been consulting with, the blue haired Miko gave a smile and saluted. "Aye, aye, Captain!" With her short stature and squeaky voice, the seriousness of the moment was lost and the whole room burst into laughter at her A.N.T.s nickname confirming, pirate style affirmation.

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