“Man alive, Marianna, you are a clumsy one!” I had dropped one of my Master’s tools, a piece that had been invented by him and is the only one of its kind. I understood perfectly well that the destruction of it would result in compensation on my part, one that I would not be able to afford as an apprentice resulting in me becoming a slave until the debt was paid. While generally my master is a kind one even to his slaves, being a slave does lend to becoming the greatest inventor in steam—steam engineer.
Becoming a steam engineer is not an easy thing to accomplish. Many had tried over the years only to die in risky experiments or simply unable to match the increasingly high expectations. The best further take the risk of the spies sent by competitors who value the ideas much more highly than any human life. Yet, the honor of being called a steam engineer is worth more than the risk.
“Marianna! Are you listening to me?” I shook my head no, also waking myself from my daydream. “I’ve had just about enough of your foolish daydreams. You want to become a master, but spend most of your time staring off in space. Why did I agree to apprentice you?”
“Because, because…” I stuttered, “Because my father gives you discount on your materials!”
“Your father?” my master laughed. “
Young girl apprentice in the field of aeronin though father is a hydronin
eventually becomes a pirate after a mishap with her master
eventually becomes a pirate after a mishap with her master
first slave level, but shows her worth because of her training as an aeronin and hydronin
able to progress to captain of her own ship
runs into her master's son (Icarus IV) who she grew up with (meet because of Ann?)
lots of conflict and accusations on both parts
work together for the sake of Ann
develop a love relationship with Icarus
the two are the first to develop a single person flight suit that can stand the harsh cross winds from the mountains
Description:
hands covered in fingerless leather gloves with cloth sleeves up above the elbow. The leather is scratched and thinned in some places the cloth part has several tears and large burn holes. The skin underneath is scratched and scarred. The gloves are in constant need of repair, which Marianna is sometimes too absent-minded to do at the end of the day. Her klutz manner also lends to the disrepair in her clothes as she often gets too close to fires and steam. She wears a long heavy leather apron over her clothes while she works. Wearing often clunky heavy men's shoes with the laces untied. They are a couple sizes too big for her and she wears a couple layers of thick wool socks to keep them on. Under the apron she wears a rough men's white shirt, that very quickly formed a sooty stained gathered tightly in a knot around her waist. The sleeves are rolled up as high as they will go. Her baggy pants also sooty and burned are rolled up above her boots and held on with suspenders. Her skin and hair is dirty with soot and oil and often there are burn marks and scars on any visible skin, though none of them are major. Her hair is brushed hasty back into a low ponytail or pigtails. Often, when she is thinking she has been known to play with her hair blackening it's brown color to black from the oil in her hands. When she isn't on work duty, she wears the required dress of her position. This is a military grade dress. A short collar rounds her neck and buttons down the front. The waist is cinched with a belt. The dress ends just below the knees. Marianna has but one pair leggings which have been ripped and ruined as all are most of her garments. Boots cover feet and are also military grade with a thick sole and tight straps to firmly cover the lower leg. Often the same gloves used at work, Marianna will continue to wear.
