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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!

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What the hell is a Surume?

[Smoker is honestly trying to feed cultists to the kraken. This is a perfectly okay thing to do. A) It gets rid of the suicidal psychos, b) it feeds the ungodly monster trying to take them all down. He half wishes he had Tashigi's back-up because constantly bludgeoning tentacles does nothing and at least she'd be able to slice it enough to make it let go. He hopes. Then again, he's not sure she could keep her focus between kraken and cultists. Either way, it'd have been good practice for her.

Oh well, as one tentacle monster to another, Smoker is using his own smoke tentacles to grab cultists and try to entice the kraken's tentacles into grabbing them instead.]

It's the only kind of kraken I like! [She yells it more or less in passing, ducking past Smoker to let him handle the kraken in his own fashion, choosing to wade into a few third party just beyond him to send them over the side of the ship with a well-placed gust of wind. It's okay. There's enough heavy duty fighters to take on a kraken, right? Sanji could probably kick it to death by himself if he had the opportunity.]

Why would you like any kraken?

[... Then again, it was the Straw Hat crew. Why should anything they do surprise him anymore? He pounds a tentacle off from above him with heavy blow using the seastone jitte. Even for those who weren't devil fruit users, the tip was harder than diamonds, it'd hurt.]

[He makes some note of the wind attack, grateful that she didn't use it near him at least. Bad enough dealing with the storm, he couldn't handle that much more being added to it.]

Edited 2012-04-21 07:42 (UTC)

Long story! [Said that already today, only this time she's not inclined to tell it. Nami has the upper hand in her fight, anyway, as two more third party close with her and she just cracks one in the jaw before turning to the other--

--that's when the bitch of a kraken decides to get mad and pretty much shake the ship and just about everyone not holding onto anything might have difficulty keeping their balance. Down she goes!

Luckily so does everyone she's fighting. So really, this only means there's a stream of cursing as she hooks the climatact into the port rail and stops herself tumbling across the ship. Feel free to laugh or something.]

[He doesn't laugh, just grabs onto some ropes and lassos her carefully with a white snake to bring her back to the rigging.]

Try to use this as a vantage point. [Growly gruff tone as he jumps down in a cloud of smoke to try to get the tentacles off the damn ship.]

[...

...okay that was sort of unexpected.]

Y-yeah... [She hooks herself securely to the rigging, peering down at the chaos below. She can probably shape a pretty accurate lightning strike from up here.

...heck, the way the storm is going she wouldn't need to make her own. Go to it, Smoker. Nami'll fry some third party in just a sec.]

[Smoker's off wrestling the kraken and generally able to keep solid footing despite the rocking. He's survived two years on the New World's oceans, the storms and fights there make even this look every-day. However, there is one very big difference he keeps forgetting he's taking for granted. Back home he has an entire ship of his own men. They're irresponsible annoying twats who are all just like him and hate orders, but they move with cohesion. They have his back. And so it is that as he gets one tentacle off and turns to deal with the Third Party, a giant wave comes over the edge, taking the hammer off his feet and down into the ocean with it.]

[Strangely, his last thought is to jam the jitte in its loop so that the Malnosso won't forget it if they feel the need to revive him, and pirates won't steal it for the seastone use. Why hello there cold dark ocean, they meet again. He really hopes no one was watching how lame that was.]

[High enough the wave misses her, Nami has a clear view of that particular bad luck...]

Smoker!?

[Shit, he'll drown-- Hell, anyone who fell overboard had a high chance of not surviving in this weather, in this fight, and that wave took more than a few-- but a Devil Fruit user has no hope at all.

The fall goes unremarked by the people fighting on deck, and the kraken itself now seems fully distracted by those powerful enough to fight it (is that Law?) She might be okay. He's a marine-- but whoever he is, if Nami doesn't even try--

--she gives it little hope, but she has no room to plan for safety other than snatching up a line and wrapping it around her waist, hooking it to the side rail and diving after him. Nami's not suicidal; if she can't find him in the space of 30 seconds he's beyond her reach anyway, and Nami will climb back up to the ship.

But she has to try.]

[Once in the water, Smoker tries to move a little, but fat lot of good that does. It never works, of course. Like most devil fruit users, Smoker considered his the best in the world. Still, times like this he couldn't help thinking maybe Aokiji had been just a little bit luckier than him once upon a time by being born earlier. Then again, sleeping that often? Not his thing.

For drowning, he feels pretty placid. There's not much he can do, so not much to worry about. Ironic that now that's something that kicks in. Grell would be mad though, her job was to know when someone died so it was too much to hope she wouldn't notice.

That was when he noticed a flash of red hair... Grell?? But no, that had to be hallucinating. Didn't Will once say that people had a tendency to experience flashes or their entire lives flashing before their eyes thanks to a soul reaper reading their reel? It was rare though, since the amount of times a shinigami truly left someone to live was... well, rare. Or maybe that had all been a dream. It was fuzzy as hell now, even though once it had been hundreds of years of his own life.

Maybe when he died for real he could wind up as a shinigami again. That'd be different.

Abstractedly he realizes he must still have oxygen in his lungs to think, but it's got to be running out... how long before his lungs reflexively gave out and inhaled ocean anyway? Then he'll really be in trouble -- oh there it goes. ((Insert flat-lining here))]

Edited 2012-04-22 11:15 (UTC)

[Two things in your favour, Smoker; one, that your hair and your jacket are white. Two, that the overhead lightning flashes and the exploding fire of one of those Third Party ships provides enough of a reflective light just here beneath the surface that she can see get an idea where you are.

The rope pulls taut just as she reaches out to snag his arm, and Nami kicks strongly back for the surface. Give her a minute and she'll have you back on the ship.

Really.]

[Smoker hasn't given up hope, but mostly he's unconscious. Luckily with all the currents, waves, and general mayhem in the waters from the kraken and storm, he's not actually sinking too quickly, but he's definitely not floating either. Still, he slips away.

Mm whatcha say...
That you only meant well?
Well of course you did...

Quick rescue him before more random things work their way in. It's the only way to stop the tide!]

[Oh quit it with your melodramatic bracket singing, man. Nami's got this!

Breaking the surface now, one hand wrapped in the rope, and now she contemplates how to get a man twice as heavy as she is back up onto the ship, because she's never been the strongest of people. Nami draws breath to yell for assistance, already thinking of a Plan B: if nobody hears her, she can tie Smoker to the rope and shimmy up herself. It's all good.]

Hey! Anyo--

[Ever see what happens when an angry and critically wounded kraken starts smashing everything it can possibly touch with the tentacles still curling around the ship?

Nami makes this face. Possibly because there's a crunch as part of the upper ship and rail cracks and gives way and... falls towards them. There's suddenly a lot of slack in Nami's rope--]

[NOT TO WORRY. THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT THEY'RE HUGGING THE SIDE OF THE SHIP AND ALL THAT DEBRIS MISSES THEM BY JUST A FEW FEET! 8Db

...the bad news is Nami is still tied to it. 8|

Glub.]

[Smoker starts to stir in time to see the wood falling around. He grabs a hold of the orange haired girl and wood respectively, clinging on so he doesn't start sinking again as they fall to the water. He's about to thank her -- except she's tied to something and starting to slip under.]

Fuck...

[His voice is as hoarse as if he swallowed the cigars, even if it's just the seawater, but he grabs her by the collar to try to pulls her back to the surface with one hand. He's still groggy, but it quickly becomes clear what the problem is. At least it's not a kraken tentacle, he's not sure he could fight it off like this. He does have enough strength to snap the rope, but too bad that took two hands, because he's lost grip on the wood again, just as more waves buffer them away from the ship as the kraken starts to fall, having finally been defeated by those on board. For now he's conscious though and grabbing at that wood as quickly as he can.]

[THIS DAY SUCKS, OKAY. IT JUST SUCKS.

That out of her system, Nami resurfaces with a gasp and returns the favour, snagging Smoker's collar and helping to shove him up on ...whatever this is. Wood. Railing. It's floating, good enough for her. She doesn't bother climbing up herself, but clings for dear life as they're nearly upended by the shock of the kraken whumping into the water, its tentacles sliding away from the ship and under the water, lifeless.

Between the huge waves caused by its fall and the storm, it's a wonder their wreckage doesn't splinter further and break apart. They can't afford it to; from this distance, there's no way Nami could swim back dragging Smoker's weight. Leaving him isn't an option she'd like to consider, so she rests her head on the edge of the wood and stays where she is. Less weight on top; she can swim.

...trying to push the debris back to the ship, on the other hand, is kind of laughable. They're not likely to pay attention to a lightning bolt, either. Given the storm, and all.]

Smoker. Can you get the ship's attention?

Edited 2012-04-25 07:23 (UTC)

Hang on, I'm too wet to turn to smoke like this. [Abstractedly he realizes that's not normally something he'd tell the enemy, but then his enemies don't normally rescue him. Except for the Straw Hat Crew, as this is the second time they've rescued him from drowning, but they're special in general. He pulls off a leather glove with his teeth and tries to give out a large whistle around two fingers. It's loud... to his own ears, but with the Third Party battle still raging on deck, Smoker doubts he was heard.]

I'm not sure... [He shakes his head as the waves from the storm start pushing them further away.] Shit, hold on. [Smoker himself braces like a cat terrified going back in the water. If he could dry off he could fly Nami over there himself with his smoke, but between the rain, wind, and ocean -- tch. No sense cursing himself for being too weak, he'd just have to learn from it and get stronger.]

...probably just as well. [She's glancing up as a flash of lightning illuminates the sight of more Third Party soldiers flying inbound for the ship and hunches against the wood, even though they couldn't see her at this distance anyway.] We'd probably get their attention first.

[Which begs the question: what do they do? The only other thing she can think of is swimming back to the ship on her own and getting help, but she's lost her easy access to get back on board, and if she can't and Smoker gets further away in the meantime, she'll be the one that drowns.

...and she can't stay in the water forever, either. Apart from the fact that it's cold. There's a dead kraken sinking below.]

We'll have to hope they send out a search party! Someone who flies. [Or walks on air. How long will it take Sanji to notice she's missing? Maybe in that chaos, an hour at most. Putting aside the fact visibility out here is terrible...]

[He shakes off the salt water from the gloves before putting them back on, damp, and holding them up to shield his eyes as he looks over at the ship.]

Tsk, we're getting further away by the minute. See if you can find a rope from all this rigging, maybe we can lasso something to tug us in.

[He's one edge and doesn't know whether to thank her for the rescue, apologize for it, tsun, or just try to make it up with actions. The latter is his usual Modus Operandi however, which means the silence just drags on.]

{Searching - such limited searching as she can do - is pretty fruitless. The only rope she can find is the length still wrapped around her waist, and that's no help. Though it might be long enough to lash fraying bits of wreckage together.

...]

Hold on. Whatever you do, don't fall in while I'm gone. [Swimming off to that other piece of floating unidentifiable trash she can see; it's not too far away. It might do the job.]

I'll try. [Dryly sarcastic tone, even in this situation, but Smoker's just frustrated at how useless he is. Almost drowning? Lame. How to thank her... He's half tempted to at least suggest she get back on board herself, but he figures if she could, she would. Oh well, it won't be too long before they finish the battle and find the two of them surviving in the water... he hopes. It doesn't take long a long time watching her to figure out what she's got in mind, so keeping still, he reaches out the best he can to help get more wood or hold things in place.]

[It's more of the railing and not too big, but Nami swims back with it anyway, pushing it towards Smoker's outstretched hands and then holding on with one hand as she tries tugging the rope free from her waist. ...could be a minute. She manages eventually, holding it up.]

Here!

[You've got a better position for tying a decent knot.]

[He also happens to be great with knots. Part of that whole being in the marines.]

[And he ties it up easily enough. That should hold come hell or high water. Or in this case, both.] Here, that's the railing, right? See any other rope around there for the other end?

Edited (icon fail) 2012-04-29 21:44 (UTC)

The piece the other end was attached to was too heavy. [Given he had to cut the rope to stop Nami from drowning >_>;; She tests her weight against the side of the new section, and then hoists herself gingerly up.] I think this is it.

Edited (My icon fail was worse than yours) 2012-04-30 04:28 (UTC)

Hopefully it won't be too long anyway. [Snags a useless piece of wood for an oar, and then another for good measure. He looks up at the sky, shielding his eyes again to see if the weather will at least cut them a break soon. He shrugs out of the jacket and offers it to Nami.]

Here. You might want to wait for it dry more though. [But it'll still help her keep from getting cold he figures.]

The best XDD

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Things one think as they die....

So intellectual, Smoker. Luffy would just be thinking "...I'm hungry..."

ikr? Smoker overthinks his own death. I half want to see what he was thinking vs. Law now

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