MISSION #5 - Cargo Run

[lucetimods]

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!

Comments

[mikangirl]

[Don't go home without us, guys.

It might take a little time, because even with Nami's use of the climatact and filial magic, one can't catch up with a ship they lost sight of long ago. But Nami's made this voyage once before as the navigator, and she knows where they're going-- at least, once she managed to get an idea of where they were on this stupid ocean. And she has a marine with her who, while a total jerk at times, did at least keep them alive on the way here. So she makes for Kano Harbor.

Yay for prodigal skill?

Those looking out to sea at the docks will see them a long way out, balanced on a piece of broken ship boarding with makeshift oars. No, not that one. Apart from being a little battered from the fighting and a little burnt, they're...pretty much in good condition, really.

Nami's exhausted, because prolonged use of the climatact and filial magic to get them to safety is kind of tiring. She could really use a drink.]


[ooc: you can help haul them in if you like because tired ;; but otherwise, catch up with either Smoker or Nami on shore. Just say either or both o/]

[selphie_t]

[There's at least one person on the lookout from the edge of the dock for the unlikely pair and when she spots them, Selphie cheers.]

WHAT KEPT YOU SLOWPOKES?

[And then she'll busy herself with getting warm drinks and something for them to eat before they reach the dock.]

[mikangirl]

[Nami lifts an oar tiredly in recognition, and then...lets it drop in her lap for a few minutes. They've been spotted, and she needs a break. If she's really lucky, someone will come out here so she doesn't have to do any more work. e_e]

...guess that didn't work out too badly.

[Sorry, Selphie. They'll be a while.]

[justicereigns]

YO SELPHIE THROW A LINE ALREADY.

[However bad/good the last few hours have been, he will forever be tsun-tsun to pirates. Count on it.]

sorry, this had to happen.

[selphie_t]

[She's out on deck just as she hears Smoker's order. She'll sling the handle of the thermos of coffee in with her nunchaku as she bounds down the gangplank. She'll toss the grumpy commodore his line but not before she falls into the ocean.]

XDDD

[justicereigns]

[Just... facepalms. She's worse than Tashigi. HE REALLY hopes she can swim, because while he tries to reach out a hand made of smoke to catch her in advance, if he can't make it in time, she's almost on her own.]

Worse than Tashigi, honestly.

Either or both--your choice.

[redjacketthief]

[There's another on the dock, cooly watching the delinquent pair as he enjoys a smoke on the sea. His right arm is in a sling, but his green jacket is thankfully recovered--

It takes effort to keep his cool, to dash out and welcome the two of them. That, and the lingering dizziness that could be an effect of his childhood allergy just as easily as it could be a psychosomatic symptom of his extreme dislike of anything with tentacles helped him stay clear headed. This had been one helluva an adventure, but he was certain that they would want some time to recooperate before their return to the village.

He will offer a hand regardless, if allowed. Otherwise, He'll offer drinks or a light as they apply.]

[justicereigns]

[Takes the hand up.]

The next time I say I love the ocean, someone remind me of this last day.

[redjacketthief]

[Yeah--that hurt. Not that the thief is going to give any indication of this aside from uncomfortable shifting and averting his eyes.]

I will. No complaints. [He offers a cigarette to Smoker. It's no cigar, but the marine's are probably waterlogged. It was better than nothing.] This was one helluva mission, Captain. They all like this?

[Small talk. He wasn't going to openly admit that he was concerned for his friend, but he had enough faith that he wouldn't need to.]

[justicereigns]

[Hm. Salty cigars or a cigarette. Salty cigars or a cigarette... tough call. He waves the cigarette off, though he's grateful for the gesture. He's smoked waterlogged cigars before.]

Hopefully not. Ginia and Pao-Lin said theirs wasn't so rough.

[redjacketthief]

[Pity. All that salt can't be healthy. Pocketing the cigarette, he offers a light. Come on~ He's being nice here.]

...So this might be one of the odd ones....huh. [He reconsiders his prospects on future missions at this news. If this one was unusual, what about others in the future?] No matter. At least we're all safe. Remind me, Cap', never to piss off Law. He's cool, but terrifying!

[mythmaker]

Namiiii! Nami!

[Huff! Just as she's pulling herself onto the dock, Azusa finally realizes that she's pulled onto the shore and is running at full speed to greet her. She even has water! Even an idol knows that being stuck in the ocean means you'll be dehydrated, and ever since Sanji told her Nami was missing...]

LMFAO that icon is hypnotising

[mikangirl]

[Azusa you are a lifesaver and Nami loves you. Really. She smiles tiredly as she takes a few steps on dry land and lifts a hand.]

...hey. Miss me?

we should thank masa for it more often

[mythmaker]

Nami, that doesn't even begin to describe it. Sanji and I were so worried. [She's fishing through her bag now, ah...here it is! A water bottle, still somewhat cold.] Are you alright?

that masa made it does not surprise me

[mikangirl]

Oh, you're a lifesaver. [Nami all but snatches that waterbottle, though she smiles sheepishly.] I'm okay, Azusa. A little burnt. I'm sorry I worried you.

[Sanji...she has a fair idea. Ouch.]

it shouldn't, no

[mythmaker]

My, my...I didn't see you when things were getting hectic, I had no idea. There were so many things to do...I hope this helps at least.

[She feels bad for not even knowing what went on above her. She had her hands full cooking and taking care of people.]

Either Nami, Smoker, or both!

[daisy023]

[SPARTAN-023 spots them immediately enough. She aids in pulling them back up, though her helmet continues to be polarized as this all happens.]

Keimi won't be happy when she knows of this.

[justicereigns]

[Side glance.]

Does she have to be told?

[daisy023]

Then what are your orders if she asks, sir?

[Respecting rank, but respecting Keimi more.]

[justicereigns]

I'm not saying lie to her, just downplay it and distract.

No need to worry when the danger is already gone.

[daisy023]

Just like everything about the Kraken.

[Everything. Especially having it's face blown off and killed by Law.

She eventually reaches them. The Spartan comes closer to inspect them.]

I'll take both 8Db Though Sanji might be preoccupied with Nami first >>

[concasse]

[Sanji won't be around to greet them immediately when they hit the docks, seeing as he's busy downing a shot in some tavern. But once he's finished and his mind steels for another search... no more stalling, he decides. He won't have much time before the authorities track him down and drag his sorry ass all the way back to his enclosure, while he litters the trail behind them with some choice words.

News travels fast, though. That, or orange is just that strange of a hair color. Sanji is barely outside for five seconds before his gaze leads straight to the dock, and--

Is it possible for a heart to break from relief? Maybe. Sanji doesn't stand still long enough to puzzle over the answer. He's running, and then he's right next to her, and then he's hugging her so he can make sure she doesn't disappear again.]

Nami-san! [Gods, don't do that again.]

[mikangirl]

[Nami-san is sunburnt and her hair looks like so much orange straw today, but she's willing to bet Sanji still thinks she's gorgeous. When she hears those running footsteps she turns with a relieved look of her own, arms wide for that hug. She's so happy to see him. ;;

Guilty, too.]

...hey.

Sorry, Sanji-kun.

[concasse]

[Before a reply, he steps back just enough to confirm that yes, she's unharmed, and no, he doesn't need to muscle Law onto the scene so he can check up on her... not yet, at least.]

It's fine, Nami-san~! There's no need to apologize. [Though he wisely chooses not to voice that he was planning on staying and searching for her corpse, if that's all there was to find. It's a moot point, now]

Should've known you'd be just fine. [A wide smile. That's their navigator]

[mikangirl]

Well, mostly fine. [She's not cruel enough to pause for more than a second after that, given the circumstances, but she grins faintly.] I mean, look at the company I had to keep.

[And he looks to be in one piece himself, which is a relief. Not that she really expected anything different, but a kraken and the third party at once? Last time you lost a wing. 8|]