MISSION #5 - Cargo Run

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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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[redjacketthief]

[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]

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.]

[redjacketthief]

[Once inside, Lupin allows himself a chance to breathe. He shoves a chair underneath the handle as a precautionary measure, knowing full well that it wouldn't matter if the Kraken decided to strike them here. It made him feel better, nothing more.

Forcing his thoughts to settle, he flops down onto one of the chairs and studys Adele, eyes noticing the green jacket she had in tow for the first time since they met in the corridor.]

Dellie. Is that--?

[fleurdesel]

[She limps her way over to the cabinets, flipping through for anything she had left after the battle the day before. Setting up a small tray for her leg, Lupin's shoulder. The Green Jacket she'd been carrying for the entirety of the chase was tucked into her belt. She'd done that as to not lose it, because all the effort to find the damn thing would be pointless if that tentacled beast got it's hands on it.

While she works she looks back over her shoulder. Blinks.]

Is what, Lupin?

[redjacketthief]

[He shifts idly, uncomfortably, and starts pulling off his tie--he'd need to partially strip for her to get a better look. The shoulder holster that was standard with his Walther was gonna be fun...]

That. [idle point with tie in hand at the aforementioned jacket.] Where'd you find that? I thought it went overboard!

[fleurdesel]

[Once she's gathered what she can find she limps back over to Lupin, pulling the jacket out and setting it on a nearby chair.]

It was caught up in the rigging. Not...too. Terribly high. But. I got it down before that thing arrived.

[redjacketthief]

[That sounded about right.]

Dellie. Sit. Take care of that leg first--I'm not terribly bad off.

...thanks for grabbing it. I'd need to find a tailor to give a double comission otherwise.]

[fleurdesel]

You're in pain, Red.

[And even if she can't feel it like she used to, the thought of someone she cared about in any capacity hurting bothers her now. Far more than it once did. Still she pulls up a chair, sits, and stretches her leg out, examining the damage.]

We may have to cut your shirt off if you cannot move your arm.

[redjacketthief]

So're you.

[Because he couldn't resist. The tie is tossed aside and his freehand starts to work on the buttons, although admittedly it wasn't the shirt he was worried about. It was a simple oxford, standard fare. His holster was the bigger concern.]

I can move. No worries. It's just a little uncomfortable.

[fleurdesel]

I've endured worse things.

[The accident for one. That last night for another. This was relatively mild by comparison. She turns in her chair and motions for Lupin to drop his hands. Let her do the rest of the work.]

[redjacketthief]

[He lifts his hand away at her gesture. Any further argument would be futile against her willfullness. She wouldn't accept it.]

Since we're both still moving? We both have. Careful--holster's a little complicated.

[fleurdesel]

[She finishes unfastening the buttons of his shirt, motions quick. Practiced. She did have a tenancy to undress men in dress shirts, now that she thought of it. A low chuff of laughter pulls from her at the thought before she shakes her head at herself.]

Not anymore complicated than my own.

[redjacketthief]

Haha~

[He unconsciously stiffens at her light touch as she finishes up with the buttons. Though aware that it was childish, a part of him didn't want her doctoring him. Even as her hands moved onto the next task, he couldn't help himself.]

Careful, okay?

[fleurdesel]

[That sparks a brighter laugh, her eyes and voice soft once she looks back up before returning to her task]

I promise I'll be gentle.

[Removing the holster wasn't as awkward as she'd thought it would be. All in all the leather shoulder rig wasn't any different from her own, working his good arm through the first loop was easy enough. Even if it did force her to lean closer than she might have liked.]

[redjacketthief]

[It was awkward for him. The combination of the weight of her body pressing against his and the discomfort in his shoulder made such a task difficult to do painlessly. He could have, but it would have hurt.

Familiar though she was, his hand reached up to help her.]

At least let me have a little dignity in this?

[fleurdesel]

Since when have you had dignity Lupin?

[She snorts and shakes her head, catching his wrist and giving it a squeeze. It's one part habit and two parts thoughtlessness what she does next, though she will blame habit, one of her own, far more than anything else if called on it. Adele pauses in her work of the rig, turns her head, and brushes her lips against Lupin's palm. It's quick. Chaste. An echo of a habit she had with another man often wounded. Once it clicks that she's done this with Lupin, Adele locks up.

She's still a moment longer before she shakes her head, dropping his hand, and begins pulling the rest of the shoulder rig off and away carefully. She doesn't want to jar his bad shoulder. She doesn't even know what's wrong with his bad shoulder.]

[redjacketthief]

[He would almost laugh at that under different circumstances, one that didn't involve krakens and ships. Instead he drops his hand, accepting the answer without argument, and managed an amused smirk despite the pain. This was why generally wanted to defer to Law anymore for possible medical aid--Adele had gotten too close.

Lupin doesn't grunt, but hisses out a breath as she removes the harness. the shirt, when she got there, would be interesting.]

...That's cute, Goldie. Keep focused--we can always flirt when we're in the clear.

[fleurdesel]

I am not flirting, Lupin. That was...how did he put it.

[She shakes her head and frowns at his shirt, unbuttoning his cuffs first. She could, and might, have to cut along the seams to remove it. Odds are it'd be easier.]

It is a 'shush you big baby' gesture.

[A frown. She'll have to cu it. Adele sighs and plucks up a scalpel, holding the fabric tight in one hand so she could start making the requisite cuts.]

If I'm flirting, you will know it. As I have never, it's not something that would be familiar to you.

[redjacketthief]

[He watches her motions and sighs, more than a little overdramatic in his disappointment.] I'm not gonna be a big baby unless you can find me a replacement for that.

[His clothes. They were getting damaged. Uncomfortable though he was, shifting position would only make it worse. Even if it irritates him, it was probably safest to let her do her job.

Even if she more likely should have been worrying about herself.]

...I can tell when a lot of different kinds of women flirt, you know. [An off hand comment, mostly to distract himself.] You would probably be rough about it, like Fujiko. Or use sarcasm.

[fleurdesel]

[Simple shirt, simple seams, cutting along them was easy enough. Up the arm and across the shoulder, Adele tugs it aside to drape off his back before unbuttoning the cuff of the other sleeve.]

It's a simple enough shirt Lupin. I'm certain I can find you another one.

[Cutting went slower on this side, she didn't want to jar him. The discomfort in her leg was easy to ignore while she was focused on his shoulder; she'd deal with it later.]

Contrary to popular belief...I'm quite tender.

[redjacketthief]

[Once she got to paying attention to the injury, she'd notice bruising and swelling all ready starting to form from his crash landing and excessive movement immeidately following it. Though remaining calm, Lupin had to admit that it was very uncomfortable even on his waning adrenaline high--perhaps it was the ebbing rush that made him notice it more.

He grins at her retort about the shirt, knowing full well that it was true. It was an easy excuse to complain, nothing more. Her actions, though, were a welcome distraction and a point of focus. If he could settle his thoughts, he would be able to think more clearly. For now, he takes easy comfort in listening to her words.]

...I can believe that, really. [If her time as Goldie was any indicator, it was a highly probable outcome.]

[fleurdesel]

And yet it still surprises those I know when they see it. I'm not that cold in person, am I?

[Casual conversation, something mindless while the rest of her focuses on work. Bruising, swelling, but it didn't seem dislocated. He said he could move his fingers, she didn't see any sign of internal bleeding but something was torn, crushed, or over-strained. The question was what.

Adele frowns to herself and eases the rest of his shirt off, the cut fabric hanging off his shoulder giving with a quick tug to tear the last of it. Slim, bare, and she can't help but check the rest of him over for bruising. She absolutely wasn't comparing his current frame to Red's. At all.]

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin's scarring pattern was different from Red's, as she would well know from their times spent in the hot springs and at the pool. Bullet scars on both shoulders, a nasty scar on his abdomen with a match on his back from a wound that nearly killed him. Cagliostro. It was a crazy gig.

Besides the shoulder, he was more than a little whacked around. It was just soreness that could be handled with a general painkiller later on, he knew. It wasn't his main concern.

He eyes he curiously, but without jest.]


...do you want my honest opinion?

[fleurdesel]

[Shoulder aside, moderate bruising. It could be treated later. Now that she has a clear view of his condition she turns, flicking through the items she'd grabbed for her tray and plucks up a syringe. Morphine. She probably can't treat his shoulder at the moment, but she can make it hurt less... but his collarbone looked. Off. Hm.]

...I would not have asked if I did not want to know Lupin.

[redjacketthief]

[He doesn't like the look of that syringe.]

...just an fyi, Nami helped me a bit all ready. That...looks a little excessive.

[It wasn't an attempt at deflecting from answering her question. Really.]