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Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2012-04-17 10:49 am

MISSION #5 - Cargo Run

Who: Trafalgar Law (2nd Officer), Sanji (Cook), Azusa Miura (Cook's Mate), Adele Blanc (Doctor), The Hulk, Daisy, Anakin Skywalker, Asbel Lhant, Buffy Summers (Marines), Arsene Lupin III, Selphie Tilmitt, James Norrington, Mikage Celestine, Rogue, Nami, and Kurt Wagner (Sailors)
What: MISSION # 5 - Cargo Run
When: April 17th to April 21st
Where: Open Seas
Summary: A group of Luceti volunteers join a crew upon a massive ship headed out to sea, into cultist-infested waters.


It may have been nine in the morning when the group of Luceti volunteers were transported out through the tunnels, but at the shipyards the time difference meant that it was nearly midday already. A meek member of the Malnosso lower management led them along the docks, avoiding and scolding people as they got in his way, as he tried to go over the same details already present in the mission description. He was a rather pathetic looking little purple man with drooping ears, a hairless head, and webbed fingers. He apologized for his slipping over words. He explained it was difficult thinking straight in sunlight. Whenever he would stop to try and think, he'd look up to see The Hulk, shrink away a bit, and then hobble on quicker to the ship.

He was visibly relieved when he found Specialist Davis didn't look too busy, allowing him to pass off the Luceti volunteers and allowing him to get on his way. He's a new face to this particular group, but not to Luceti in general, having worked with them previously on the incident with the third floor. This odd looking group doesn't seem to have him looking too impressed. Especially when he looks at the ones who don't even seem to be fighters. But he directs his attention to Trafalgar with a few short words: "You. We'll talk once we're on board. You get your people settled for now."

With that, he and a group of other MSF Soldiers went to board the ship. The Tyr's Revenge was far larger than the ship than the one on the draft over half a year ago. It was a sailing ship, but despite its antiquated look, there was a central cooling tower in the center of the ship, which it derived its steam power. Where it used this thrust was not immediately obvious without a look at the back of the ship. (They would find out later that it was enough to propel the boat in a calm and was simple enough to avoid being blocked by Shifting, but was not as effective as a good strong wind.) Despite being crewed at around five hundred men and women, it was at least spacious enough for the crew to put in pairs. As a second officer, Trafalgar was afforded his own cabin, but the rest were sorted away into small rooms with two sets of hammocks on each side. The Luceti volunteers were kept together and it gave them some privacy, though each were pre-assigned rooms and the Malnosso didn't seem too picky about who ended up with who.

They had about an hour to get comfortable. In an hour, they'd be casting off.

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Okay, time for your notes. First off, you will be able to interact with Specialist Davis for the mission. He won't be very talkative (unless you're his second officer), but he might answer some basic questions. He'll be around during the fighting too. Although he prefers to use firearms (think something like a P90), he'll demonstrate super strength and advanced reflexes (think Spider-Man) in battle. Some of the other MSF Soldiers will display some slight superhuman ability like him, but the vast majority of them are normally powered highly trained soldiers. For the most part, they won't talk to people from the enclosures much and prefer to keep to themselves. In general their only duty is security, so they won't be doing much in running the ship unless absolutely necessary. There will be about one hundred and fifty men and women. Most will be human, but there may be a few deviations among them (like odd skin colors, weird hair colors, eye pigmentations, pointy ears, and so on). Although a good number of them will use guns, some out of them will be using melee weapons like swords and spears. All of them will have some secondary weapon in case of a Shift that jams their guns.

The people from Luceti, along with the volunteers, will be doing the day to day work of the ship. The volunteers will be as they are described in the Nitpicker's Guide. For the most part, they're not nearly as skilled at fighting as the people from Luceti or the Security Forces, so when attacks come, they'll defend themselves but not be very good at it. Most of them will be human, with a few variations. Very, very few of them will exhibit any special abilities. In general they'll be friendly enough, though some from different enclosures may be more jaded and bitter. There will definitely be talks of escape and mutiny among some of them, whereas others will be more cooperative or too fearful of attempting a mutiny.

You can use the volunteers and security as NPCs for whatever purpose you like! That means you can give them names and maybe a bit of a personality (that's consistent with the above) and let them get killed or need help or what have you during battles with cultists. There are also droids to be found in parts of the ship below decks. They will more or less remain stationary, but they will intervene if people poke their noses in the wrong place. Or try to mutiny.

The captain of the ship won't be seen much, but she's an older lady (late fifties) that is relatively plain and unassuming in appearance. She won't talk to the volunteers and will relay any orders through Specialist Davis, but the people from Luceti may see her about the ship to see how things are going. Most of the time she will be in the captain's quarters doing paperwork. She'll look seasick for the entire voyage. Her name is Mrs. Eugenia Fruthers, Manager 2nd Class.

Note: The volunteers are sorted randomly, so it's up to you players to figure out how you want to work that out! The Malnosso aren't too picky if a man and woman end up sharing the same quarters. (How shameless!)

Here's a run down for events on the ship over the voyage

17th - Cast off, strong wind, heading east. A fair weather day perfect for sailing.
18th - Open seas with a fair wind and cloudy skies. A land mass can be briefly seen to the north. An island of some sort.
19th - Open seas with a fair wind, darker skies. The cultists make their first attack run. About mid day, four flying ships. The Malnosso use no cannons, but prefer to immediately fly en masse once in range. However, it is necessary to bring these ships down, as the cultists are fond of going kamikaze with them. Each of the four ships carries about one hundred cultists each.
20th - Open seas with powerful wind and stormy weather. Another raid will occur early in the morning, while most of the crew is still asleep. Three more cultist ships will attack and some of the cultists will make it below decks. Mid way through the battle, the ruckus will attract a monstrous kraken from the depths. The crew will be forced to fight off the remaining cultists while a great tentacled hell beast attempts to drag the Tyr's Revenge to the depths.
21st - The last day of the voyage will see the ship needing repairs after the attacks. About half of the crew will have been lost thanks to the cultists and the kraken and they will finally make port (in the same place as the ocean draft.) In the evening, the volunteers will be returned to their respective enclosures.



You can use this post for questions and plotting!
justicereigns: (che)

[personal profile] justicereigns 2012-04-24 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hmph. [Mutters to himself.] Another thing like Straw Hat.
justicereigns: (che)

[personal profile] justicereigns 2012-04-24 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Pass. I'll just make sure to win if it comes to it.

He does even have my brand. [Smoker smokes marine cigars you know. King Ground just will not do at all.]
redjacketthief: @ starkxravingxmad (complaining)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-24 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
You know...one of these days I'm gonna care enough to find out who this Straw Hat is. It would be easy t00--just stalk my room mate for a day.
redjacketthief: @ narben (smirk-- challenge accepted)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-24 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not a good pillar to compare to, just a wild and free spirit.]

It is. [Not that he cares.]
fleurdesel: right, tired, sad (I said I'm  fine.)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-24 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I have endured worse than this.

[Details she won't elaborate on, not now. Instead she keeps low, keeps moving, and keeps Lupin close. Down this hall, the second door to the left, and. There.

The bulkhead nearest them begins to creak ominously and she swears, pulling Lupin off to the side and slamming the door shut behind them. Not that it would do anything if another set of appendages works their way in. But. It'd give them time. And time is all they need.]


The ladder- find the ladder.
redjacketthief: (imitatingtheloungeking3)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-24 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Got it.

[He searches with his eyes and his intuition, concerned enough about Adele to not move from her side. He was fine. This was no worse than the irritation of a job gone wrong. Adele, however...

Clearly his priorities were skewed.

Lupin wanted to kiss her. That way, in case the beast swung at them again, they can say that they died reasonably happy to whomever they meet on the other side.

His gaze lights on a discrepancy in the corner.]


Hey, Adele. [He nods in that direction.]
fleurdesel: right, serious, angry (You're late. Honestly.)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-24 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[She was fine. She was. It hurt a little- but she's been shot before. Shot and bleeding out. A small shrapnel wound and bruising? That was nothing. A mild irritant that she can put from her mind and keep working without any trouble whatsoever.

All that mattered was getting Red- Getting Lupin to the infirmary. Getting him somewhere safe before the door blew open. If she kept him alive? She'd manage well enough. Tentacles, Third Party, sinking ship or no.

Adele, LeBlanc and Levarre, have endured worse. This. This was nothing.]


Brace the door Red.

[No way of knowing how long it would hold, but she feels around the indicated corner, fingers tracing out the edges of the ladder. She has to brace herself against the adjacent wall to climb up, to start pounding on the hatch.

A much larger, much more damaging pounding began at the wall with the door.]


Fuck-
redjacketthief: @ starkxravingxmad (attention-- on full alert)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-24 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[He braced the door with the only thing he could--his body. Lupin sucked in a breath when the pounding started, digging his heels into the floorboards and pushing back with all of his might. The tentacle breaking through only feet from him threw his body into gear.

Lupin all but leaps across the distance, scrambling up the ladder just behind the doctor.]

Hurry it up!
fleurdesel: right, angry, tired (Angry sexy)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-24 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Adele's slamming her shoulder up against the hatch, trying to get the damn thing to give- as soon as the wall does? It creaks open enough for her to lever her hands in and shove it the rest of the way open.

She hooks an elbow over the edge and reaches down to grab Lupin- she doesn't care what. An arm, his hand, his shoulder, anything, to pull him up after her.]


Come on Red!
redjacketthief: (k.o.)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-24 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Heyheyheyhey! That was the wrong one! With a pained grunt Lupin complies, to distracted to argue as he works his way up through the hatch. Once through, he kicks the hatch closed and flops on the floorboards to take the chance to breathe.]

Good god! That's-- [He's not going to finish that.]
fleurdesel: You act like I can change this right, serious, angry  what do you want me to say? right, sad, serious  still alive, stil (Don't go. Don't you dare go.)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-24 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Red, breathe.

[She yanks the nearest crate over on top of the hatch and checks the rest of the room. Clear. And there didn't seem to be any sign or sound of impending damage. For now? They're safe. For now.

She sags back on her elbows for a moment, just to take a breath. A heartbeat, two, and she rolls over to check Lupin's shoulder, frowning.]


I'm sorry. I just-

[Didn't want you dead. Not when she could help it. Adele doesn't know if it's the Adrenaline still pumping or echos of fear but she doesn't think twice about curling her arms around Lupin and just. Holding him for a moment.]
deathsdoctor: (Fight | sword drawn and ready)

[personal profile] deathsdoctor 2012-04-24 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Really, he'll get to the Kraken in just a second. Major use of his powers requires a certain degree of concentration, and between shouting orders to the gunnery crews and other fighters to keep things from totally dissolving into chaos and disorganization, he's busy cutting down the masses of cultists rushing him. Gory, brutal work - and though Law's disposing of them with supernatural speed, the tide of them does not seem to ebb.

And then, there is the matter of the flying ships to deal with. Two are entering his range, setting up for kamikaze runs. The third is farther back. If the guns don't get them, he'll have to cut them down or one of the more powerful fighters will have to deal with them.

That said, fast movement from above draws his attention and he has enough time to yell a warning before two Elites close in.]


Norrington! Behind you! INCOMING!
Edited 2012-04-24 23:46 (UTC)
redjacketthief: (--red-- buried in your arms)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-24 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[He understands, and welcomes the embrace. Sure, it would never get anywhere, but there was comfort there despite the sharp, insistant pain.]

Don't apologize. I just. [sigh.] I just really don't care anymore! Kraken's exist--fine!

[At least they were in one piece. As much as he wanted to prolong the embrace, he knew that it was risky.] Come on, Goldie. [Awkward pat on her shoulder.] We need to keep moving.
fleurdesel: left, sad, serious (please)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-24 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[They're safe. They're breathing. They're safe. Adele clings for a moment before sitting back, breathing. Looking him over for a moment.]

Your shoulder. I. [She clears her throat and pushes her fear aside blinking away sentiment in favor of work. Focus.] I need to look at your shoulder.
herotypical: [ snarky ; angry ] (✝ to get drunk in a pub)

[personal profile] herotypical 2012-04-25 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ and so? she follows. ]

Longer than long. I miss ho--the village.
redjacketthief: @ starkxravingxmad (attention-- keen observation)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-25 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Later.

[He says the single word firmly.] We need to get to your home base first--it's nothing urgent. I'm not bleeding, and it doesn't feel dislocated. I can move my fingers, but moving the shoulder hurts like a bunch of Scorpion mooks beating you down with a Morningstar.

[He reaches out with his uninjured arm to push stray hair from her face, a gentle gesture amidst the chaos.] I'm not gonna die if we wait a few more minutes. Come on.
fleurdesel: left, smirk, serious, angry, sarcastic (You are some kind of idiot)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-25 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
...if you do I will be angry with you. I hope you know that.

[It takes a moment for her to pull to her feet, wincing at the pressure on her left leg. Later. She can cut it out and bandage it later. If they were where they should be; the infirmary would be two doors down. Luck willing, the way would be clear.

Adele's never put much stock in luck. She limps over to the door and leans against it, listening for any movement in the hall.]
redjacketthief: @ narben (smirk-- challenge accepted)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-25 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Good thing death's cheap here, huh?

[Careful not to jostle his shoulder, Lupin picks himself up and joins her, ears on constant alert for a subtle shift in the sounds on the decks above them. Without his Walther loaded or the PPK on hand, he's not much use in a dog fight, but he could at least be available to provide some warning in case of emergency.]
fleurdesel: right, serious, angry (The part where we hide)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-25 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
That does not make it any more desirable, Red.

[The way sounds clear enough. She shoulders the door open and peers down either direction of the hall. Nothing. Not even a whisper or a creak of settling wood.]

The second door to the right. Go. Now.
drawnbythesword: (Not too sure about that...)

[personal profile] drawnbythesword 2012-04-25 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Always new people to meet... Everyone has their own story to tell, too.
redjacketthief: @ narben (smirk-- challenge accepted)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-25 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He does a small, lazy salute with his good hand as he nods in understanding of her orders before darting ahead.]

Don't you take too long now.
fleurdesel: left, sad, serious, angry (and if I don't want to talk about it?)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-25 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
And their own story to return to once their time in the village has come to an end.

[Well. For the most part.]
redjacketthief: @ starkxravingxmad (complaining)

[personal profile] redjacketthief 2012-04-25 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[...

...

...

THAT WAS HIS CUE GODDAMMIT!!]


Just pull it all ready!!!
fleurdesel: left, tired, serious (Need to breathe)

[personal profile] fleurdesel 2012-04-25 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Just go.

[Easy to be mildly irritated. To pretend it was a minor inconvenience. Once Lupin's out and clear she pushes her way into the hall and darts int the opposite direction for a few feet. Checking the corner. Keeping an ear out. Making certain the way was clear.

No sign of anything.

Good.

She turns on a heel and limps after Lupin, pushing her way into the infirmary and locking the door behind her once she's inside.]
daisy023: (ODST - Aim)

[personal profile] daisy023 2012-04-25 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[The female figure in black groans. She synchronizes with the team with the order -- and lets go.

SPARTAN-023 was able to pull over three hundred kilograms in preparation for this tactic. Just as the order is obeyed, she looks up to see how far will the Hulk fly.]

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