Above the Mediterranean Wastelands"Just get on the bloody boat you said, we'll figure it out later you said."
The Decadence - Captain's Cabin
Taissa Gillian, Charrask Smarmi, Sharpclaws Shinyscales, Captain DeVargo Barvarssi
Taissa glared at the inside of a barrel she was stuffed into, and when I say stuffed, I mean stuffed
. Taissa's fluffy tail barely allowed her to breathe, and she was pretty sure some of the fur stuck out on the top. It was only because they had chosen a barrel in the back of the storage deck that they had yet to be discovered. The stuffy smell of musty wood, the dampness that made it unbearably hot, Taissa had enough. "It has been three days Char Char."
She huffed, quite fumed by now, fumed and hungry and hot and cramped and a million other things. "Can't we just fess up already?"
She pleaded, "I was charming enough to get that nice docking man to believe we were part of the crew, I'm sure I can work my magic on the Captain~"
This argument over what to do had lasted long enough, they needed to come up with an actual course of action.
Char glared at his friend/owner, debating on whether or not to argue her point. It would indeed have been easier to come aboard the normal way, claiming to be refugees, but he didn't feel like trusting any more ship captains after his most recent betrayal. Muttering under his breath, the diminutive platypus budged the lid open enough to get a peek out. There didn't appear to be anyone in the room, and from his knowledge of the crew's habits (garnered from their stay) he believed that no one would come into the room for a long while yet. "Coast looks clear, Taissa. I think we can bug out for the moment,"
Char whispered. Carefully prying the lid all the way off, he set it on the deck next to him. Like a ninja, Char hopped out of the barrel and rolled soundlessly to his feet, ready to incinerate anyone who stumbled upon them. He did feel bad for making Taissa have to put up with him for so long, but he'd make it up to her later. Just as he was about to relax, Char's heart dropped into his stomach. Big, lumbering footsteps reverberated through the deck, warning the coming of an enormous being. Smirking slightly, Charrask put his goggles on and fired up the bender's engines grafted into his arms, causing the air to ripple around them as the ambient temperature increased.
Charrask could just pop right out of the barrel no problem, whoopdy frigging doo! Taissa had to wiggle and grunt and struggle, ending up coming out tail first, then hind legs, and the rest of her, knocking the barrel down in the process. She could feel the air around her get hotter suddenly, and that quite frankly was enough. "OH NO, no no no, you put your fire out mister it is hot as hell!"
She hissed, adding warmth to the musty room was not her idea of a good idea, but then again she had not heard the footsteps, until now. "Oh shit!"
She covered her mouth, hissing out the curse word as quietly as she could. Her hand automatically flew to her guns, but she checked herself before she wrecked herself, deciding to remain unarmed, killing one of the crew was not a good idea either. "Char wait! We'll be dead if we piss the crew off!"
She hissed as the steps got closer and closer. Until...
Sharpclaw's stomach had been bothering him all day, and Neyshak wouldn't cook him anything tasty to eat! He had finally gotten fed up with his neglect, deciding to help himself to the salted jerky rations they kept stocked up in case of emergencies. Well this counted in his book! Ever since that riot back at the city, he's been in a foul mood. Not only did some villager take potshots at him, but he'd lost the book on birds! Enough was enough. As he rounded the corner, however, Sharpclaw overheard a crashing as well as a female voice. His curiosity piqued, Sharp peeked into one of the holds, not expecting to find what he ended up finding. The first thing the gator noticed was the rather beddraggled raccoon looking very frightened. The next thing was the small birdlike creature glaring at him. Sharp missed him on his first examination of the room, on account of Charrask's stature, but once he was found, there was no escape. Sharpclaw pounced on Char with a cry of glee, picking him up bodily with one massive hand. Being manhandled by a titan wasn't exactly Charrask's idea of a good time, but Taissa had forbidden him to fight back, so he simply accepted his fate glumly. Sharpclaw took great interest in Char's tail, seeing as how it was so oddly shaped and very un-birdlike."What're ye, small bird-thing? Yer unlike any I seen a'fore, 'n I can't quite make ye out....Oh, 'n a'fore I forget, how th' blazes did th' pair o' ye get on th' Decadence?"
queried the croc, looking between his captive and the woman.
Taissa sort of froze, mouth agape, as the thing that rounded the corner turned out to be a huge motherfucking reptilian ravein. Thick hide would give even sharp claws like her's a load of trouble. She hoped to whatever gods were out there that he didn't react negatively to them being there. And she nearly had a heart attack when he grabbed for Charrask, but luckily he turned out to be overjoyed instead of hungry for bird-meat. He was trying to cuddle Char in much the manner she always did. "Well tan my hide and call me a liar, guess the term 'friendly giant' applies here doesn't it?"
She straightened herself and cleared her throat, trying to fix her matted fur around her face. "Ahhum, we uh, well the story goes like this. You see our Captain turned out to be one hell of a bastard! We hail from the Green Sally, and you can tell just by the name that the lot of them aren't exactly what you would call proper. I mean who in their right mind would name a ship that? It's not even intimidating!"
She laughed, conversationally gesturing and smiling. "And so basically Char and I found ourselves out of a job due to a huge indescretion by a certain Sailor who had the nerve to pin the blame on Char, and he didn't even do anything wrong! I mean look at him?!"
She gestured to Charrask, to whom the Ravein had obviously taken a liking to. "He's too damn cute to do anything wrong. End story, Cassim blew up in a raging hissy fit all of a sudden so we kinda took shelter on this ship and have been here for three days it looks like."
She scratched her arm, "Is this ship by any stroke of luck lacking in a Navigator and or a Gunner?"
Her tone was pleading.
Sharpclaw listened to the female Ravien's story expressionlessly, weighing unknown variables in his head. Charrask struggled weakly, but to no avail. Sharpclaw's grip was like an iron vice, not crushing him but not releasing him either. Charrask finally couldn't take it anymore and began to thrash around, shouting obscenities at the top of his tiny lungs, his voice rising higher and higher in pitch. A toothy grin split Sharpclaw's serious visage and he bellowed in laughter at the sight. "Alright, ye wee bird-thing. Ye 'n yers can stay a time in th' lower hold while's I discuss th' issue wiv th' Cap'n DeVargo. He'll be th' final say in yer fate."
At the mention of DeVargo's name, Chorrask froze mid swear and twisted around to look at his captor with wide eyes. "DeVargo Barvassi? He's a Captain? He's not dead? WHERE!? Take me there, you fat cow! Now!"
Char continued to bluster and huff incomprehensibly, unaware of Sharpclaw's confusion. With a shrug, however, the croc turned tail and began to lumber off. Almost as an afterthought, he beckoned to Taissa, indicating that he'd protect her on the way. They tromped through the lower deck to the stairwell, passing several prying eyes, but no one stopped them for interrogation. As they neared the Captain's cabin, Sharpclaw gestured for Taissa to be quiet as he rapped lightly on the captain's door. Hopefully DeVargo was in, and in a good enough mood to hear that he had a couple more mouths to feed.
Taissa was quite like a deer in headlights at the moment, she couldn't tell if the Ravein had bought her story. But the tension in the air suggested he didn't, and millimeter by millimeter her hand inched to her holster, weary of the fact that he could crush Chorrask in a split second.
Charrask had a knack for breaking tensions however, and he suddenly started to squirm and make a fuss, making her twitch in alarm. The croc spoke finally in his broken english, he bought it? But then at the mention of the Captain's name Charrask seemed to know who it was, just their luck! For once Charrask was probably going to be the one to save her! Finally, I mean really he did owe her a few by now. She let out the pent up musty air from her tense chest and cricked her neck, rubbing her sore muscles as she went ahead and followed. She again tried to straighten out her appearance as they passed crew members, a couple of them doing a double take at her uh...lady lumps, but she didn't mind, she found it flattering. She gave a nod at the croc's gesture to be quiet, grinning still at their impeccable luck.
"We are WHAT!? How can that be, I personally requested 20 barrels be purchased and stored!" Surge roared as he thrashed about, attempting to unleash his anger on anything not breathing. To his left, cowering in a corner, was the crew's newest cabin boy trying to explain what happened. "Please forgive me captain, I am so-so-so very sorry sir. Its just, with all the repairs and then the riots, I-I forgot..." The boy shrugged, hoping that the captain would understand. However, this was the straw that broke the deterran's back -- hearing that his beloved liquor was forgotten, sent Surge into a blind fury. "You did WHAT?!?" Surge erupted, making a beeline for the soon-to-be former cabin boy. "Well, lets see if we can't jump start that memory of yours." "Char...how well do you know this guy?"
Surge's large metallic hands wrapped around the cabin-boy and violently threw him through his cabin doors. "You best make yourself scare boy, 'lest you have mah rum!" The boy scrambled to his feet and did as he was told, cursing the day he joined this crew.
Mechanical muscles contracted and expanded as bolts of electricity were discharged, while his chest heaved heavily in an attempt to regain his composure. "A warning to whomever thinks to breech my quarters and disturb my solitude -- I am without liquor and any bad news will be met with a lethal amount of 1 million volts of electricity!" With his threat made, he placed the broken door over the hole that was once a door way and began a desperate search for hidden booze.
Taissa commented from behind Sharpclaw, eyeing the poor cabin boy as he ran off.
Charrask blinked in surprise. "Not as well as I'd hoped. The DeVargo I knew was a much kinder, less...alcoholic man. I can try to talk to him, though..."
Sharpclaw set Char down in front of the door and backed away a bit, grinning slightly. Taking a huge breath, the diminutive platypus dropkicked the door open and charged into DeVargo's room. "DeVargo Barvassi! You cowardly, lactating fool! How dare you let me believe you dead all these years! I should burn your head off and piss down your neck!"
he roared, his deep voice booming into the small cabin. Char ducked a blow, then another, dodging under the captains legs. "Stop it. I've learned a thing or two since our time in the service, you great ninny!"
Char continued to dance around Surge's hail of punches, swearing and taunting the whole time.
"There you are my love!" After turning over every piece of furniture and looking in every nook and cranny, Devargo had finally discovered a bottle hiding under his bed. "Come. To. Poppa. De..." A single cybernetic finger scratched across the glass surface, but the blasted bottle continued to elude his grasp, until -- "Got'cha!" Devargo had captured his prey. But, to his dismay it was empty! As the bottle shattered underneath the immense pressure of his balled fist, it was at that moment his door was kicked down. The combination of events was enough to make Devargo go berserk once more. He launched into an onslaught of blows, meant to pummel the audacious one. He cared little of who the intruder was; he just knew they would be the beneficiary of his full attention.
"Stop moving ya' little bastard, I mean you no harm... Please, I only want to punt you back into the whore's womb from which you emerged!" Devargo finally managed to grab the small ravein's tail and hoist him high in the air. Once the beast-man was at eye level, he was able to take it all in: his words and appearance beckoned forth memories Devargo had long since buried. "You! What are you doing here?" he asked, now devoid of all murderous intent.
Char's little heart's BPM's shot through the roof as he felt his tail be grasped by a huge metal hand. Sure that his life was forfeit, he muttered a quick prayer to whichever god was listening at the moment. However, it seemed that the gods had favor on him and blessed DeVargo with a restored memory. Char released a huge breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, glad that the Captain had come to his senses. "Yea, fine and good, surprise. Can you put me down now? It hurts to hang by my tail."
Charrask turned to glare at DeVargo as he was set down, but made no otherwise hostile moves. "Somethin' tells me you've got a big story to tell, old friend. Speaking of stories, I've got some...baggage that I need quarters for. Do you have room for a Navigator and maybe another gunner on this scrap pile you call a ship?"
Char pretended to appraise the vessal with a critical eye, but in truth he was just glad he wasn't dead. He pulled a knocked over stool to the table in the Captains cabin, flipped it upright and clambered on top. "Would you like to meet her? She's waiting outside with your hulking bodyguard,"
Taissa was firmly hidden behind Sharpclaw, her hands on her cheeks and hopping from one foot to another. She did not like the sounds coming from the room, oh no she didn't. At the same time it was quite obvious that she could not just whip out her guns and go charging in either, especially if this Captain man had people on his crew like the croc in from of her. She looked behind her to see that the deck crew were all staring, and she smiled nervously, waving slightly before turning back around when the noise stopped abruptly and she could make out words. Apparently this was just a routine gruff greeting, completely normal, something Taissa would have had no trouble listening to if it were anyone but
her precious slave
She relaxed and ran her nails through her fur in places, hopping out from behind her hulking sheild and taking the initiative to step inside the cabin. "Well Char Char, you never told me about your time in the services! I'm all sorts of jealous now." Taissa strolled in, at ease with no sign of her previous concern lingering."Taissa Gillian, best aim in the world at your service!"
She smiled and gave a mock bow. Crinkling her nose and squinted directly afterwards, hands moving to rest on her hips she commented, "Hey, we have met?"
Taissa vaguely remembered this man's face. "I could swear I've shot at you before."
If DeVargo was the person she was thinking of however, he must have gone through quite a bit, his limbs were mechanical now. "It can't be, you look almost the same! You'd have to be part Majnun like me for you to be who I'm thinking of. Hahaha! Never mind then!"
Taissa came up behind Charrask and leaned forward against the back of his chair.
Seeing an old, once thought dead, friend brought glee to a sorrow ridden soul. The platypus served as a loyal soldier and navigator in his father's naval army. It was this small ravein who had taught him many secrets of navigating and in return he was afforded Surge's protection and inducted as a member to his squad of delinquent sailors. Memories of their adventures and the havoc they caused all came flooding back, all of which included that fatal day... But, Surge didn't allow one memory to ruin the reunion.
"Of course, what few friends I have can always find a home amongst my ship and crew. Besides, I could always use a few good -- a woman you say?" Next to liquor and gold, a woman was among Surge's most favored commodities.
Surge's eyes were glued on the entrance way, awaiting the appearance of latest damsel to be added to the many notches in his bed post. To say the least, Surge was erect with joy at the sight of his newest Gunner. The girl spoke of meeting him prior to this meeting, causing him to ponder the statement. Surge was not in the business of forgetting pretty faces, especially the ones he had took to bed. While Taissa could not be placed in that category, he had indeed met her before, on the battlefield. But, he thought it best he leave that bit of history buried for it could possibly ruin his chances of extracurricular activities.
"Can't say that we have darling, I would remember of a pair breast like yours." Surge was not above staring or discussing such obviously large objects, nor was he one to refer to them with subtly; blunt and direct was his way. With a smirk and heavy reluctance, he was able to tear his eyes away from the ravein woman and focus. "As I said before, you can consider yourself part of the Asura. Sharpclaws will show you to your room."
Since Char was once part of Surge's crew in the past, there was no reason he couldn't be again. And if the girl was someone he trusted, then she was welcome as well. Plus, between the people he lost in Cassim and the raid of the Empire, there were positions that needed to be filled if they were to be ready for what was to come.