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"Lovely poppet, hmmm?" Rahlia suddenly appeared in between Taylor and Alexei, staring across at the rapidly growing ship on the horizon. "Just how lovely are we thinkin', here?"

She flipped her goggles back down over her eyes, peering through the yellow glass that enhanced details and sharpened images. Sometimes unpleasant to view people up close through, but marvelous for looking at ships in the dark of night. "She looks mighty stuffed, alright. I don't see a lot of movement, it looks like they haven't noticed us yet. Or they just don't care. Or they're trying to trick us. What do you think, Cap'n?"

Ajitabh Sharma listened to the first mate and captain as they conversed, straining his ears to catch onto anything interesting. Aye they carried an important cargo, but what was it! Only a select few of the crew knew exactly what locked behind secure bindings below deck, and those members of the crew knew how advisable it was to keep their lips sown shut. Ajitabh fidgeted uncomfortably as he rested his hands on his hips, feet planted firmly as he remained on his watch.

Ten minutes had passed, and in the far distance, the sun continued to glow, only this time that little bit more stronger. Soon it would begin to soak the water and sky, drenching it with its life's blood. Ajitabh didn't pay much attention to it, though, instead he kept his eyes trained on the approaching ship.

"Cap'n, Sar, they seem to be slowing down." he called to the Captain, watching as the Captain brought his spy-glass back to his eye and peered at the on-coming ship, nodding at Ajitabh's words. Ajitabh watched Ranjeet Jaitley, and his tongue flicked out to moistion his lips as he eyed the spyglass. It was wonderful craftsmanship, and Ajitabh wished he could just hold it, caress the gold plated work of art. Without much thought, he voiced the question most the crew wondered.

"What exactly do we carry, Sar?"

The captain turned to peer at Ajitabh, before smiling in his refined-I'm-better-then-you way.
"Something worth ten times its weight in gold." Leaving the young green hand to fathom his words, the Captain went to speak with his First Mate and Quartermaster. What the captain didn't realize was that Ajitabh's mind instantly clicked to what it was. He'd touched it once, he had. By god it was the richest merchant ship on the air at the moment he was sure.




Taylor's eyes narrowed at Alexei, and she forced her lips to not curl back in a snarl.
"I've been here long enough to know that meself, Mr Skylair, as you well know. And I've been in many enough fights to be able to hold my own and cut down each and every one that has a go at me. Tha Indie's are no damn exclusion."

Taylor's words seemed to end in a growl as she turned on her heel, surveying the deck for a fleeting second before bellowing an order at a few of the stragglers. They were up and racing within seconds of hearing her, not wanting to land themselves with whatever punishment their Quartermaster thought up for them.

Peter hurried below decks, heading for his cannon. All around him, other gunners busily loaded their artillery, heaving the iron spheres into the cylinders. He arrived at his own station, and quickly set to work preparing the cannon for use, inserting the black powder and cannonball. This task done, he rested against the barrel, awaiting the order to fire.

His breathing grew more rapid as adrenaline was introduced to his system in anticipation of the coming battle. Surely, he felt more alive at that moment than he usually did. There was nothing like impending combat to set a man's boiling. Though, technically, he wasn't a man.

OOC: How many people does the Raven fit? And what's the ranking system (highest position is a Captain and then what?)? Battle formation? Highest troop amount? (a batallion? company, squad, etc.)

Jeffrey stood below decks along with the rest of the troops. They were all armed to the teeth and the air was filled with suspense and anticipation. To his left was a new recruit who was visibly shaking from head to toe. Jeffrey inched away from the person. On the right, another recruit stood. This one was calmer and had only little fits of shaking now and then. Stealing a look behind him, Jeffrey saw yet another novice who had wet his pants. Needing no more information, Jeffrey turned and focused his attention in front of him. Another novice. Sighing Jeffrey cursed himself for choosing a spot full of novices. But then, he himself was a novice to war.

Then, the bell started ringing up ahead. Smiling happily that things were now moving, Jeffrey stood straighter and loaded his musket. Looking about, he could see that the troops throughout the Grand Hall were all at attention and eagerly waiting. Once again, Jeffrey could only sigh that he was in the novice company. He would've no one to watch out for him.