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Reginald Professor Huntington, his sister Professor Eliza Huntington, their servant and body guard commander Jackson Che, and his ward David Orenstein step off the train into the brightly lit and steaming trains station of Marrine Ducks. A large gold embossed signed with curling but distingusshed font read "Weclome to the Big Under" and the subtley direct first class passengers to the right and all others to the left.
"By Neptune, those lights burn the under side of my skin," Eliza commented. "David would be some kind as to fetch my hat box from porter just of there" she gestured and directed the teenage lad down the platform. "Yes the powder blue pill shaped box there."
Reginald smiled and exchanged a look with Commander Che. His sister for all her education and physical disipline had been most excited about being able to wear hat, and she had several made just for the occasion. Looking away from his tall, lithe and python strong sister he examined the first class waiting area. The region was no different than the public waiting area except this one had benches around the trees and small tables with gloved men in blue billed caps standing before pitchers of water. Reginald walked over to the nearest man and nodded, breathing deeply to take in the sent of orange blossoms. The porter was in waste coat and slacks and his face was slick with sweat in the greenhouse of the train station.
"Bit stiff in here isn't it?"
"Yes sir" the man said dropping the r in sir into a 'ah' as the residents of Marrine Ducks were known for.
"May have a bit of the fresh," Reginald gestured at the metalic sweating pitcher balanced on to the tiny metal table.
"Yes sir, your cup please"
"I am sorry?" Reginald looked at the table and saw only the pitcher. "Don't you have mugs in Marrine Ducks"
A voice from behind him said, "We typically carry our own down here," and jacket arm passed a gold cup to the man with two Ns engraved on the side. Reginald turned to see man of middle height and thin tight build standing behind in a tight tweed suit and bow tie.
Reginald replied "I had not read of that in the books. My name is Professor Reginald Huntington."
"Yes, I know who you are," replied the man his features were tan and tight suggesting an Asiatic ancestory but his eyes were a fierce blue and his hair and thin slices of red among the black locks that were held in tight bun behind his head just under his short brimmed brown top hat. "I am Arnold Nakatazu, I am here on behalf of University to take you to the campus. "
"Yes, well thank you," Reginald took the cup and drank the water provided. "My party is just over there, I tell you this train station you have here is quite extradorinay, the orange grove on the platform is refreshing after a long train ride."
"And efficient," replied Nakatazu, "We don't have access to the kelp farms and such like you gentlemen from the shallows, every space must work to provide food. Thus, the bright lights." He gesture up wards at the ceiling of the dome.
The two men approached the Eliza, Che, and David. Reginald spoke first, "Professor Nakatazu..."
Nakatazu intrupted him with kurt bow and cough, "Sorry Pfofessor but I am no Academic..."
Reginald look at him surprised, "I thought since you were named Nakatazu, and came from the University that you were..." he trailed his voice to allow Nakatazu to fill the details. "Yes my great grand mother was Professor Nakatazu, and I am the personal assistant to Lord Nash, who chair of the Mathmatics department."
Eliza smiled flirtishly from underneath her wide brimmed crimson hat that matched the broad skirt and pettie coat she had one over her white blouse. Commander Che gritted his teeth at Eliza's obvious attraction this man. "I get so board with academics at Rawlwick, I am might be called Professor Huntington by some, but please call me Eliza."
Nakatazu bowed slightly "Eliza" he smiled tighly but his eye lingered in hers.
Commander Che stepped forward offered a hard hand to Nakatazu. "I am not academic either," he said through a nearly closed mouth. The two men exchange the long glace, and seemed to understand that the type of conversation these men were use too could not be exchanged in this company.
"Please, I have a seacrawler waiting, the trip will take good a hour."
"An hour, but according to the books were are only five kilometers from the university dome" David said impishly and ignoring Che's visual rebuke.
"No submarine down here then afterall" Reginald remarked.
"We have them, but the current along the Billabong...I mean the trench are too strong fro must subs, my seacrawler is quite comfortable and My driver excellent. We might have a game bridge in the state room."
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