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Black Sails!
Prepare for War, Boys!
Prepare for War, Boys!
Anastasia kicked down the door of one of the Port City Hargeon's tavern and shouted out. “Suit up, boys! We have a lead!” she said, holding up a sheet of paper. The men and everyone else in the tavern paused for a moment to look at Anastasia before the tavern erupted from all of the sky pirates shouting in fanfare. Their arms raised in joy before running towards the door of the tavern, filtering out like grains of sand through an hourglass. Anastasia took a step in and to the side of the door, watching the unfinished drinks left on the table. A sigh spilled from her lips as she looked towards the bartender and mouthed out the words ~Put that on my tab~ she said. The moment all of her men filtered out of the tavern, she walked out and closed the door behind her to see her men walking towards the SS Myrmidon, causing all sorts of ruckus on their way there.
“Hopefully after the last botched chase, this one doesn't turn out the same,” she said in reference to chasing someone to Hargeon Town only to encounter the stow-away. That's the reason why her and her crew were at Hargeon for the time being. Looking out towards the ocean, Ana placed a hand upon her forehead to shield the sun from her eyes to look out over the water. The seagulls flew in groups, crying before flying overhead. Meeting her at the door of the tavern, Taliya slapped Ana on the back.
“Oiy! Finally got a job, huh? What is it?” Taliya asked with a smirk upon her face. Ana scratched the back of her head and chuckled a bit. “Yeah. It kinda fell into my lap actually. I don't really know who gave me the tip-off though,” Ana said as she opened the sheet of paper to reveal the cryptic writing. While the tip-off was precise, everything else revolving around the client was thickly veiled in mystery. All that was known was, after the cargo was retrieved, to bring it back to Talonia. The haul for this job was an extremely high payload, so performing this job would bring in the wealth that her and her crew could use.
Clearing her throat, Anastasia turned her shoulders back towards the S.S. Myrmidon, flipping her hair off of her shoulders. Most of her hair was pinned up, so there wasn't much sway. Walking towards the Myrmidon, Ana was followed by her guardian, Taliya. “Any idea on what the mark is? I mean, are there going to be escorts?” she asked as she spun around Anastasia, orbiting her like a moon of sorts. Ana shrugged her shoulders.
“Who knows. But we'll know it when we see it, I suppose,” Anastasia stated. The seagulls cried overhead as they passed over while the two walked towards the massive cargo ship. The men began loading up the ship with munitions hidden in wooden crates. Another one of the men had a small metal container, clutching the case to his chest tightly. The most important part of their job was in that man's hand. She wouldn't be a legitimate pirate if she didn't fly the black flag. It was, after all, the symbol of a pirate and it struck fear into the hearts of all who perused the sea or the skies.
“Well, our signature has arrived to the Myrmidon,” Anastasia said as she placed her hands upon her hips and smiled, turning to look towards Taliya. “Let's get this show on the road, shall we?”
“Where we going?” Taliya simply asked.
“Sukai,” Ana said before folding the paper and placing it in her back pocket.
Upon the Myrmidon, Anastasia sat upon the captain's chair upon the bridge. She knew how to navigate through the skies better than any of her men, capable of overcoming wind-sheer and defeating drift. With help of the on-board computer, cutely named George by her teammate Almyra, the group found themselves just outside of a large warp ring at the Wakusei Portals. The large ring was found high up in the sky, big enough to transport several ships concurrently through the ring towards their destination. The large ring had a strange light blue glow in the center of the ring showing parts of Sukai like a reflection in the water's surface. The Myrmidon hovered in place just outside of the portal.
Inside, Anastasia stood up and called for her men upon the bridge of the ship. After a moment to muster up the troops, she stood up and placed the helm behind her before speaking. “Alright, boys. We don't have any actual information in regards to the mark or it's escorts. Though, from the information I have been given, we can expect at least 1 Berserker Class Destroyer, so we need to keep our eyes open and be light on our feet. We might lose some of you on this job, so if any of you want to dismount, I can have you dropped off on land,” she simply stated to the men. There was silence for a moment before chatter erupted through the cabin.
“Bullshit! We're with you, Ana.”
“Hell yeah! We won't abandon you! We know you'll keep us safe from harm!” Several men shouted out, giving Ana a warm and comfortable feeling surrounding her. Nodding her head, she continued.
“Good, glad to have you all on-board. So, once we enter the portal, expect to have very minimal visibility. The strange land formations in the sky will force George to concentrate on terrain avoidance instead of target acquisition; so we will have to man the guns manually. We will have no need to use 'The One' in this job, so please stay out of the preparation bay,” she said before eye-balling one of her men. “I mean it, Frank!” she said with a stern look on her face. Apparently, Frank had an itchy trigger finger when it came to dropping 'The One'.
“We will also be fully utilizing the Grappler Arms for this operation. As long as we stay close to Berserker Class ships, we should be able to take them down. I will Buddyquip weapons onto the Grappler Arms, so be sure to use them wisely, alright?” Anastasia said to the group responsible for maintaining and operating the grappler arms. They merely responded with a nod and an “Aye”.
“Taliya and I will be leaving the ship to mount an advanced assault before the Myrmidon can swoop in and go for the grab. Our job will be to clear out as many guns as possible to protect the Myrmidon. We need the ship to transport the goods and protect the crew after all,” Ana said with a little wink to the men. She didn't feel that way towards the men, however, this act merely solidifies the bond of friendship with her crew; giving them something to strive for. Even if what they are striving for is forlorn and something that is only restricted to fanfiction.
“So, are you guys ready?” Ana asked before hands raised with shouts of fanfare. “Good. Then have someone with the Black outside, ready to fly it,” she said as one of the higher ranking pirates pointed at one of the newer recruits and ordered him to get the Black Flag and go out towards the mast. This was a particularly scary job as the flag is required to be hung out on-top of the float, which the climb up is particularly terrifying for those afraid of heights. As the new recruit hesitated to go outside, he quickly ran out only for Ana to turn to look towards the command console.
“George, take us in through the Wakusei Portal slowly,” she said before the computer clicked and beeped.
“Compliance,” spoke out the on-board computer before slowly accelerating into the portal, vanishing from view of Earthland only to appear in a cloud-infested land filled with floating islands.
The Myrmidon penetrated through the Wakusei Portal only to find itself enveloped in clouds. A loud siren could be heard coming from the main computer as it stated, “Brace for evasive maneuvers,” before jilting the ship to the side to evade one of the large floating islands on the planet. This tossed the crew around to the floor, to include Anastasia. Taliya, on the other hand, was unmoved due to the sheer mass of the gauntlets worn by her. As the ship shifted, the pirate climbing his way up to the flag pole held on for dear life, valuing both himself and the Black Flag as if they were as important as his own. The ship uprighted itself as it avoided the terrain, causing the stirred crew of the Myrmidon to shake off what just happened.
Anastasia stood up and started to bark orders. “You and you,” she said pointing at two of the pirates. “Take a safety lanyard and go up to the Crow's Nest. We need eyes to spot the mark,” she ordered before two pirates saluted and gathered up their safety equipment and made their way outside towards the Crow's Nest.
“Everyone else, prepare the cannons!” she stated before the men started to get ready, disappearing blow the bridge to prepare the canons by loading up canon balls into them. These weren't typical canon balls as they were all state-of-the-art railguns. All they had to load were long ferrous rods into a tube. They worked off of a similar design as Metal Storm weaponry, but single-shot unfortunately.
“George, ascend to above these damn clouds. The mark isn't dumb enough to traverse through these clouds and risk damaging their goods,” Ana commanded before the ship beeped and booped only to hear a loud roar coming from the floats. It was a deafening sound that caused the man climbing up to the flag pole to stop his ascent to cover his ears. This was the sound of air being forcefully injected into the floats to allow for the ship to rise high above the clouds. Upon breaking through the clouds, the loud roar stopped with a call coming in from the crow's nest.
“We have 2 sails! 1 Behemoth Class and 1 Ghaleon Class!” one of the men shouted. Ana simply responded with. “Distance?”
“4 Nautical Miles!” one of the men shouted.
“Raise the Black!” Ana responded. The sound of Ana's voice rang in through the speaker at the Flag Pole. However, the new pirate slowly made his way up to the pole.
“Flag Bearer! Did you hear me? Raise the Black!” Ana stated, once again not getting a response. She called out once more to the Crow's nest only for them to respond with. “He's having troubles ascending the ladder, Captain. The winds are too strong here,” spoke one of the two men.
Anastasia sucked air through her teeth only for a belated response from the flag pole. “I'm here, Captain. Sorry about the wait,” the man said before the sound of clinging could be heard as the man hoisted the black flag in the air. “Black is up!”
Upon the Ghaleon Class cargo vessel, a man could be seen outside on the deck of the ship with binoculars. “Crap, crap crap!” the older man said as he saw the Black Flag hoisted up. “Pirates!” the man shouted, dropping the binoculars where he stood, only for his first mate to catch them before they shattered upon the floor of the ship. “Send word to the Behemoth to take point and prepare the guns!” the captain of the cargo vessel stated before information was quickly distributed the information to the other ship. This ship didn't have the niceties that the Myrmidon had with an intercom system.
Noticing flashing lights, the man in the Crow's nest with the binoculars began to translate what was being said with signalling mirrors. They were using Morse Code to communicate. The other man in the Crow's nest slowly dictated what was being translated.
“Black Flag... has been flown... Prepare your guns.. Bearing 160,” called over the intercom system.
“Prepare for war, boys!” Anastasia shouted with a big grin on her face. The grin quickly vanished once she disappeared into her thoughts for a moment. “The information said there was a Berserker Class, but we encountered a Behemoth Class. This isn't going to be easy,” she said to herself before turning to look towards Taliya. “You ready?” Ana asked Taliya.
“Hopefully after the last botched chase, this one doesn't turn out the same,” she said in reference to chasing someone to Hargeon Town only to encounter the stow-away. That's the reason why her and her crew were at Hargeon for the time being. Looking out towards the ocean, Ana placed a hand upon her forehead to shield the sun from her eyes to look out over the water. The seagulls flew in groups, crying before flying overhead. Meeting her at the door of the tavern, Taliya slapped Ana on the back.
“Oiy! Finally got a job, huh? What is it?” Taliya asked with a smirk upon her face. Ana scratched the back of her head and chuckled a bit. “Yeah. It kinda fell into my lap actually. I don't really know who gave me the tip-off though,” Ana said as she opened the sheet of paper to reveal the cryptic writing. While the tip-off was precise, everything else revolving around the client was thickly veiled in mystery. All that was known was, after the cargo was retrieved, to bring it back to Talonia. The haul for this job was an extremely high payload, so performing this job would bring in the wealth that her and her crew could use.
Clearing her throat, Anastasia turned her shoulders back towards the S.S. Myrmidon, flipping her hair off of her shoulders. Most of her hair was pinned up, so there wasn't much sway. Walking towards the Myrmidon, Ana was followed by her guardian, Taliya. “Any idea on what the mark is? I mean, are there going to be escorts?” she asked as she spun around Anastasia, orbiting her like a moon of sorts. Ana shrugged her shoulders.
“Who knows. But we'll know it when we see it, I suppose,” Anastasia stated. The seagulls cried overhead as they passed over while the two walked towards the massive cargo ship. The men began loading up the ship with munitions hidden in wooden crates. Another one of the men had a small metal container, clutching the case to his chest tightly. The most important part of their job was in that man's hand. She wouldn't be a legitimate pirate if she didn't fly the black flag. It was, after all, the symbol of a pirate and it struck fear into the hearts of all who perused the sea or the skies.
“Well, our signature has arrived to the Myrmidon,” Anastasia said as she placed her hands upon her hips and smiled, turning to look towards Taliya. “Let's get this show on the road, shall we?”
“Where we going?” Taliya simply asked.
“Sukai,” Ana said before folding the paper and placing it in her back pocket.
Upon the Myrmidon, Anastasia sat upon the captain's chair upon the bridge. She knew how to navigate through the skies better than any of her men, capable of overcoming wind-sheer and defeating drift. With help of the on-board computer, cutely named George by her teammate Almyra, the group found themselves just outside of a large warp ring at the Wakusei Portals. The large ring was found high up in the sky, big enough to transport several ships concurrently through the ring towards their destination. The large ring had a strange light blue glow in the center of the ring showing parts of Sukai like a reflection in the water's surface. The Myrmidon hovered in place just outside of the portal.
Inside, Anastasia stood up and called for her men upon the bridge of the ship. After a moment to muster up the troops, she stood up and placed the helm behind her before speaking. “Alright, boys. We don't have any actual information in regards to the mark or it's escorts. Though, from the information I have been given, we can expect at least 1 Berserker Class Destroyer, so we need to keep our eyes open and be light on our feet. We might lose some of you on this job, so if any of you want to dismount, I can have you dropped off on land,” she simply stated to the men. There was silence for a moment before chatter erupted through the cabin.
“Bullshit! We're with you, Ana.”
“Hell yeah! We won't abandon you! We know you'll keep us safe from harm!” Several men shouted out, giving Ana a warm and comfortable feeling surrounding her. Nodding her head, she continued.
“Good, glad to have you all on-board. So, once we enter the portal, expect to have very minimal visibility. The strange land formations in the sky will force George to concentrate on terrain avoidance instead of target acquisition; so we will have to man the guns manually. We will have no need to use 'The One' in this job, so please stay out of the preparation bay,” she said before eye-balling one of her men. “I mean it, Frank!” she said with a stern look on her face. Apparently, Frank had an itchy trigger finger when it came to dropping 'The One'.
“We will also be fully utilizing the Grappler Arms for this operation. As long as we stay close to Berserker Class ships, we should be able to take them down. I will Buddyquip weapons onto the Grappler Arms, so be sure to use them wisely, alright?” Anastasia said to the group responsible for maintaining and operating the grappler arms. They merely responded with a nod and an “Aye”.
“Taliya and I will be leaving the ship to mount an advanced assault before the Myrmidon can swoop in and go for the grab. Our job will be to clear out as many guns as possible to protect the Myrmidon. We need the ship to transport the goods and protect the crew after all,” Ana said with a little wink to the men. She didn't feel that way towards the men, however, this act merely solidifies the bond of friendship with her crew; giving them something to strive for. Even if what they are striving for is forlorn and something that is only restricted to fanfiction.
“So, are you guys ready?” Ana asked before hands raised with shouts of fanfare. “Good. Then have someone with the Black outside, ready to fly it,” she said as one of the higher ranking pirates pointed at one of the newer recruits and ordered him to get the Black Flag and go out towards the mast. This was a particularly scary job as the flag is required to be hung out on-top of the float, which the climb up is particularly terrifying for those afraid of heights. As the new recruit hesitated to go outside, he quickly ran out only for Ana to turn to look towards the command console.
“George, take us in through the Wakusei Portal slowly,” she said before the computer clicked and beeped.
“Compliance,” spoke out the on-board computer before slowly accelerating into the portal, vanishing from view of Earthland only to appear in a cloud-infested land filled with floating islands.
The Myrmidon penetrated through the Wakusei Portal only to find itself enveloped in clouds. A loud siren could be heard coming from the main computer as it stated, “Brace for evasive maneuvers,” before jilting the ship to the side to evade one of the large floating islands on the planet. This tossed the crew around to the floor, to include Anastasia. Taliya, on the other hand, was unmoved due to the sheer mass of the gauntlets worn by her. As the ship shifted, the pirate climbing his way up to the flag pole held on for dear life, valuing both himself and the Black Flag as if they were as important as his own. The ship uprighted itself as it avoided the terrain, causing the stirred crew of the Myrmidon to shake off what just happened.
Anastasia stood up and started to bark orders. “You and you,” she said pointing at two of the pirates. “Take a safety lanyard and go up to the Crow's Nest. We need eyes to spot the mark,” she ordered before two pirates saluted and gathered up their safety equipment and made their way outside towards the Crow's Nest.
“Everyone else, prepare the cannons!” she stated before the men started to get ready, disappearing blow the bridge to prepare the canons by loading up canon balls into them. These weren't typical canon balls as they were all state-of-the-art railguns. All they had to load were long ferrous rods into a tube. They worked off of a similar design as Metal Storm weaponry, but single-shot unfortunately.
“George, ascend to above these damn clouds. The mark isn't dumb enough to traverse through these clouds and risk damaging their goods,” Ana commanded before the ship beeped and booped only to hear a loud roar coming from the floats. It was a deafening sound that caused the man climbing up to the flag pole to stop his ascent to cover his ears. This was the sound of air being forcefully injected into the floats to allow for the ship to rise high above the clouds. Upon breaking through the clouds, the loud roar stopped with a call coming in from the crow's nest.
“We have 2 sails! 1 Behemoth Class and 1 Ghaleon Class!” one of the men shouted. Ana simply responded with. “Distance?”
“4 Nautical Miles!” one of the men shouted.
“Raise the Black!” Ana responded. The sound of Ana's voice rang in through the speaker at the Flag Pole. However, the new pirate slowly made his way up to the pole.
“Flag Bearer! Did you hear me? Raise the Black!” Ana stated, once again not getting a response. She called out once more to the Crow's nest only for them to respond with. “He's having troubles ascending the ladder, Captain. The winds are too strong here,” spoke one of the two men.
Anastasia sucked air through her teeth only for a belated response from the flag pole. “I'm here, Captain. Sorry about the wait,” the man said before the sound of clinging could be heard as the man hoisted the black flag in the air. “Black is up!”
Upon the Ghaleon Class cargo vessel, a man could be seen outside on the deck of the ship with binoculars. “Crap, crap crap!” the older man said as he saw the Black Flag hoisted up. “Pirates!” the man shouted, dropping the binoculars where he stood, only for his first mate to catch them before they shattered upon the floor of the ship. “Send word to the Behemoth to take point and prepare the guns!” the captain of the cargo vessel stated before information was quickly distributed the information to the other ship. This ship didn't have the niceties that the Myrmidon had with an intercom system.
Noticing flashing lights, the man in the Crow's nest with the binoculars began to translate what was being said with signalling mirrors. They were using Morse Code to communicate. The other man in the Crow's nest slowly dictated what was being translated.
“Black Flag... has been flown... Prepare your guns.. Bearing 160,” called over the intercom system.
“Prepare for war, boys!” Anastasia shouted with a big grin on her face. The grin quickly vanished once she disappeared into her thoughts for a moment. “The information said there was a Berserker Class, but we encountered a Behemoth Class. This isn't going to be easy,” she said to herself before turning to look towards Taliya. “You ready?” Ana asked Taliya.
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