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Jarren D. Hathorway

Captain and Navigator of the Void Pirates.

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a character in “The New Pirate Era v2”, as played by Hodgic

Description

Name: Jarren D. Hathorway
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 16

Homeland:
A small grouping of small islands known as Death Isle located on the Calm Belt east of where Ohara is. Although it is well known people live there only those from there can safely travel to and from there. Anyone else that tries to get there without a Death Isle native captaining the ship dies mysteriously. Rumors say that a curse surrounds the isles, some think it may be the islanders that kill off the incoming people. The World Government believes more on the lines of the second story. However since there is no proof there is little they can do but stay away. Because of the stories of those from the island they have been forbidden from joining the Marines in most cases. Other than the supposed curse of Death Isle they are also known for their unusually large fruit, which they started trading with outsiders via Death Isle merchants. They also have a special tree that grows there that seems to negate the effects of the calm belt around ships made by its wood; yet sailing these ships is a closely guarded secret of the merchant guild from Death Isle. Not even other Death Isle citizens know how to properly sail these ships.

Description:
Jarren is five foot four inches tall 130 lbs. His body is toned and muscles well defined. His body is so durable it would not be a mistake to think he is using Tekkai at all times. His white skin is lightly tanned bronze where the sun hits it most. He always wears a pendant with a picture of his father inside. He wears a black sleeveless tailcoat that reaches down to his knees that is open to show his chest. His pants are dark red and tucked into his maroon swashbuckler mid-calf boots. Jarren has a red bandanna under his black captain's hat. The hat is typical of most pirate captain hats; though it does have crossbones on his left hand side in the front.

Equipment:
Long sword
-Hilt comprises of a 3 inch flat clover shaped butt and hand grip separated into two parts: 3x1 inch part and 4x1.5 inch part. The larger part is closer to the blade and used as main hand grip. No hand guard. Black in color.
-Blade is dull and 3 feet long and 2 inches wide. Made of steel.
-Between the blade and hilt is a space 7 inches long 2 inches wide of squared steel.
-The entire blade is 1/2 inch thick from butt to tip.
Void Void no Mi storage
-Using the Void and the portals Jarren has access to just about anything he could ever want. What he doesn't have stored in the Void he can take from the ship's storage with his portals.

Personality:
Jarren is a kind soul that helps those he can. He is understanding and supportive. Just make sure you don't make him your enemy, because he won't think twice about taking you out. The things he loves the most are family, food, and friends; though not necessarily in that order. He is usually pretty positive, but can tell when things are going south. He will always help those in need, many times leading him away from his intended goal for however long needed.
Crew member role: Captain, Navigator

Abilities:
Devil Fruit
Name: Void Void no Mi
Powers given: Portals and access to the void
Details of powers
The portals are mostly self-explanatory: a door or window to another location. Although they are not just for transportation; they can be used for combat as well. In the beginning most users can only create circular portals that won't let anything too big fit inside. With some practice the portals can be formed into many different shapes; including forming around one's body. If an object doesn't fit inside the portal then the portal acts like a bludgeoning item. As the user becomes more experienced the portals can cut things off rather than smack them. Anything cut by the portal acts like it was cut by a normal sword. The portals can be infused with Haki if the user trains it that way. The more skill the user has the bigger the total area the portal(s) can cover. The biggest catch to the portals? Well....the user must have seen, been to, or have a good enough current description of the area to place a portal there. If the area has changed compared to a picture or description the users can go there. This does not apply to having been there before though.

Later Jarren learns how to use Haki and finally gets the hang of actual Tekkai.

History:
Jarren was born to a merchant family on the Death Isles; to be specific one of the higher ups of the Merchants Guild. His father was a captain of a ship in the Merchants guild. While he was growing up Jarren practiced a martial art native to his homeland that used Tekkai as part of the basics. However since Jarren couldn't get the hang of using Tekkai he worked on making his body naturally as hard as if he were using Tekkai; which he succeeded at. Jarren dreamed of joining him and one day got his chance. On this trip Jarren bit into a piece of fruit they had aboard the ship; and it tasted strange and horrible. At first he thought it was no good then he noticed it changed color and gained odd shapes to the skin. Turns out he bit into a Devil Fruit, not that he knew what it was at the time. Given a few years he finally got the hang of the power he gained from the fruit and set out on a journey of his own, but unlike his father Jarren became a pirate. The name of his pirate crew is the same as the name he gave his Devil Fruit power: the Void Pirates. The flag they fly is black with the skull of the skull and cross bones missing.

So begins...

Jarren D. Hathorway's Story

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Many witnesses were abound that day to admire a rather... unfathomable sight, and none were the wiser than the resident farmhand with an intelligence averaging a mossy rock. Not many, at the very least. It required keen eyes and an oiled wit to fully observe and understand each frame of whimsical madness displayed at the front.

Note to self: Bullets are no sure cause of death.

Then again, they rarely were. Though the poor marine wimp didn't know that, wasn't much of a big cheese anyway.

With meticulous care, slim fingers grabbed hold of a feather with freshly dipped ink and began to gracefully recite the visual act into numeral cryptic acronyms and incomprehensible words. Excitement being one of many emotions that fuelled a sudden interest for the woman in shadows to approach this strange bloke for a chat. It's a rare sight to see a marine bow to a pirate, wasn't it? Maybe this dull town had something intriguing still.

Or maybe this was another red flag to avoid like the plague. Though, this one probably was the exact opposite of that.

The sullen atmosphere gathering in the room made many patrons wary of the bullet-deflecting man. Heck, wasn't that weird. Might kill you in the blink of an eye. A sigh followed shortly after the woman in shadows had swiftly packed her belongings and slung the worn satchel over her shoulder. Clearly this had to be done with great caution, and in hindsight maybe it was a bit daft to go and talk to the man with the weird warping powers (super-powered people were strange like that). Her mission set, the veiled woman approached the somewhat smaller – ya, really – freak of nature in her usual quiet and eerie ambience.

“Most mortal men die in the face of a gun.” Or so she was told. “You, however, are the anomaly.” The woman crawled from behind the abominable man and took the empty seat beside him. “Well, not that it matters to me. But cheating death is a bit silly, don't you think?” She shot her subject a blank stare, amber eyes lingering to make contact as an eerie pause followed the brief exchange of words.

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The dull, tiresome and otherwise unimpressed expression changed little when the lad brushed his accomplishment aside like it was a daily routine in business. And, perhaps it was. Seemed like he knew a couple of bullet-dodging nutters besides himself. Still...

“Ha-ki...?” The word dangled off the top of her tongue, though the actual meaning of that word had slipped the woman by without much thought, but decided to quickly scribble it on a mental note all the same.

Not that she ever not wrote anything down.

In her selfish process to comprehend the situation, the offer to tag along with mister invincible hadn't gone unheard and with an acknowledging nod she rose from her seat. “Certainly, mister...?” The woman began fishing for his name, which he had promptly given not long after they exited the bar.

Jarren...

Did not suit the image of a pirate, though piracy in and of it self rarely befitted anyone. A wretched practice, but perhaps a necessary one in all.

“I doubt the validity of your title if it's solely you as part of the crew. Though, who'd willingly follow an abomination on a whim?” The question sounded less genuine than it was, honestly, a single finger resting on her chin as the woman wondered for a moment before promptly asking; “Mind if I ask what your plans are, mister pirate?”

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Jarren gave an unsure chuckle, half-hearted as it was. Being called an abomination was a new one for him. He had been called a monster a number of times though none of it really bothered him. When he was asked of his plans a smiled played across his face. "My goal is to gather a crew and follow the stories of the Straw Hat pirates. Go around having fun, gathering treasure, eating good food and drinking good drink." Jarren look to his companion, still smiling happy as can be, "What's your name and what bring you to this area?"

As Jackson asks this the Marine from earlier comes around the corner down the road some ways. This time he brought his boss who was a big man. This higher ranked Marine was seven for tall and easily weighed three or four hundred pounds from muscle alone. As the first Marine pointed Jackson out the bigger one started his way towards Jackson. Even though such a large man was clearly headed towards Jackson he didn't show any signs of noticing the large man.

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It seemed careless now that this bloke had the sensible attitude to talk about being a pirate with the whimsy flair that he did. Quite a troublesome and bold statement if she had to say so herself, and not one easily digested. Kids of today...

Being a pirate wasn't so bad, though. It certainly was a lot more appealing than being the resident stranger, slash dubious doctor that this one claimed to be. But to go about mentioning the infamous Strawhat name? No, that just might have gotten several eyes to turn and glaze over the duo in an attempt to hush them from angering potential forces that were scurrying the place in expectance of people like these.

Unfortunately, this had already gotten to such a state when amber eyes fell on the marine bloke who had previously gotten a beating from the whimsy pirate. Seemed he had brought a friend, and a hulking monstrosity at that! For now, however, she'd let her ignorance play the part. Capable company around and all that.

“Hmm,” Another finger went for her chin, food for thought certainly. And not a question easily answered. “Names are pretty, but useless. The people here call me Jezebel, I suppose it will do.” Glancing back at the man beside her, she tinkered with the story she told a thousand times with each telling a different spin; better left ignorant than to get some semblance of truth. And after much debating, the woman finally answered; “Not as fascinating as a pirate's telling I'm afraid, but...” Though maybe this young one wasn't so much concerned with that. “... I'm something of a visitor, who's taken up shop at the edge of town to torment the sick.” She said with a straight face...

Shooting her acquaintance an expectant- but not really look, the woman promptly jabbed a finger at the oncoming storm of muscular tactlessness. “Friends of yours?” She dully asked, not as fazed as most surrounding civilians were. Which was to say not at all.

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Jarren looked to where Jezebel was pointing and saw the hulking Marine. He was making his way towards Jarren with clenched fists. It didn't look like he was here to play around. "Looks like he wants to play. Give me about one minute." Jarren walked towards the Marine who proceeded to swing at him. Jarren stopped and Said one word. "Tekkai," was all Jarren said before the fist hit him. As the Marine's fist hit Jarren it broke, and clearly so.

"Is that all you have?" Jarren asked, "Then I guess it is my turn." The Marine was frozen with fear as Jarren prepared his fist. A black net covered Jarren's fist as he swung at the Marine. When he made contact the Marine was sent flying, this instantly knocked him out.

Once this happened a ton of Marines came out and decided to charge at Jarren. "I don't want to have to deal with this right now." Jarren turned around and got ready to run off. Though the Marines started yelling 'get them' implying there were more than one person to capture. As he ran by Jarren picked Jezebel up bridal style in his arms and started to run, using portals like stairs into the air.

"Sorry for getting you involved. Where is your place? We should probably get what you need and get out of here." Jarren was already using his portals to ready his ship from afar. He wasn't going to force Jezebel to join his crew but he was willing to get her to a new location. It was his fault for getting her involved so he felt it was his responsibility to get her settled at a new place.

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Fascinating. Most fascinating. With observant intent, she witnessed another splendid happening in this otherwise dull town. In most cases this would've ended badly for the receiver – and in the end it might have been, but not without a proper struggle that resulted in the wannabe-giant ragdolizing and cartwheeling through the air before swiftly coming to a halt on the cobbled street. Not a.. pleasant landing so to speak.

There was no doubt, this Jarren fellow was no pushover.

Not long after the demise of their superior, a flock of marines crawled out of every available woodwork and started hurling themselves for a chance at taking a head, although it seemed they were about to grab seconds as well. Regardless, the alleged accomplice remained calm in light of recalling the last time a marine tempted their chances in fighting the pirate.

In the event anything happened to slip past, Jezebel kept a hand on the dagger hidden behind her coat. A safety measure in case they came for her head, she probably had to run off now. How delightful...

Bracing herself for a jog, the sudden chivalrous act of Jarren left the woman a bit uneasy. She wasn't accustomed to being the damsel in distress, wasn't exactly her forte in any sense of the word. With another blank stare, she observed their means of transport through the air. Portals, huh? An odd choice.

“Don't make friends often, do you?” A rhetorical question, followed by a displeased frown at both her saviour and the barbarians angrily shaking their fists towards the duo. “Bah! Could've at least let me cut some of his hair and nails. I'm running out of those.” No use complaining now, though.

“Take a left here, mister pirate.” A finger pointed towards a rundown-looking cottage, mostly build from old planks. Held together by rusted nails that barely did enough to keep it from falling apart.

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"Roger that," Jarren said as he started of towards the shack. They were far ahead of the Marines so they had a decent amount of time for Jezebel to get what she needed. "Sorry again about getting you involved. I'll take you wherever you want to go once we get clear of this place." Jarren decided he was going to wait outside unless he was invited inside. He didn't want to intrude if he wasn't welcome.

Still using his portals back on his ship Jarren almost had things ready to debark. All that was needed was to unfurl the sails and go. The ship wasn't even attached to the dock anymore. The only thing keeping it there was a few portals around the base of the rails on the ship. Seeing the ship get ready seemingly on its own spooked some people around the area.

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Since it'd be a while before the marines would find out the whereabouts of their wanted criminals (you talk to one pirate, eh?), Jezebel took a good portion of that window to think about what she should bring along. Nicks and bits were thrown into her satchel, mostly valuable alchemical ingredients and several vials of an unknown, clear liquid.

Honestly, if it were to her she'd rather take everything she could, but that'd just be taking advantage of a helping hand – even if said hand was the one to put her into this situation. “Now how do you propose we get on your ship? Marines abound, I'd wager.”

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There wasn't a whole lot of room left to inquire more about these portals, the boy spoke of. Time was of the essence, and seeing no other way out than through some magical gateway that lead to heaven knows where the woman gave an affirmative nod to her rescuer. “Much obliged, mister pirate. I won't dillydally any longer.” And with a quick glance at the oncoming flock of marines, she vanished into the portal that exited out to a corridor, presumably belonging to the ship's interior (it was hard to tell, really), and strode off for the given directions to get settled in for a bumpy ride.

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Oh, what an interesting day this was turning out to be. Through the events of the bar sat a spectator that probably would have stood out, had there not been a much more interesting fight going on to draw eyes from this figure. Being of dark skin and silver hair, she wasn't your average-looking bar patron. Though in this world, it did take all sorts. For now, she played the role of a guest in the play hall of this bar, watching with an amused smile at everything that happened. She was ready to see a Marine get his ass kicked by this vagabond, knowing full well from her time with them that the Marines were generally not as tough as they seemed. But what she saw was far more interesting than a beating. "Devils Fruits..." She whispered as her grin widened. The bullet entered some kind of... portal? Like a magic door, almost. The entrance at his face, the exit at his feet. She'd be lying if she said it didn't look badass. He just stood there and let it happen. It was this that would lead this man to forever be in the presence of the Silver Star.

The very instant they ran out of the bar, their observer threw up her hood to cover her face from immediate view and followed suit. Using his portals as a staircase, hm? His Devils Fruit had many uses, it seemed. There was a certain sparkle of interest and fascination in her light caramel eyes as she headed towards the docks. If he was a pirate like she thought he might be, he'd have a ship. Probably some puny thing since there was no one with him, but a ship nonetheless. A man with a fruit power like him had to have a good ship. As a master shipwright, such a thing was just as interesting as his power. The two ran past the direction to the docks, perhaps to avoid any Marines along the way. Fortunately for her, she looked like a... somewhat ordinary citizen. She was clearly not from here, but she certainly didn't match anything on any wanted poster. At least not anything that wasn't twelve years old. She was perfectly in the clear as she made her way to the docks, making sure to keep her hood on and back covered the whole way there.

The only non-Naval ship there that wasn't the trade ships she passed on her way into town two days ago was a rather large ship. It couldn't be sailed by one man alone... or maybe it could, given that portal power she saw. But the master shipwright's eyes lit up as she stared at the glorious vessel, nearly salivating at the sight. "B-Beautiful... I've never seen anything like it..." Getting up close to the ship, just enough to be at the edge of the dock, she reached out to try and touch the ship. Managing a reach that only grazed her fingertips, the wood was smooth. It was definitely special, something she couldn't quite identify right off the bat. Reaching to her utility belt, she pulled out a small bottle and took a tiny swig, corking it and pocketing it back as she tried to find a way on board. "'Take your grappling hook' Ma said. 'You'll need it' she said. Why didn't I listen?" She sighed at herself and checked to make sure she was out of view. Once she was positive that she was, she reeled back her hand and threw a chain link that shone with a brilliant silver as her chest mass decreased a noticable amount. The makeshift grappling hook from her own Devils Fruit power served as a rope to climb up onto the ship, this work of art. Once she was on board, she recalled the silver chain to her body, disappearing into her sleeve as her chest grew heavier once more.

Before she could even begin looking around, portals spawned around the ship and the vessel began preparing itself for sail. It started leaving the dock on its own, leaving the girl with an expression that spoke both fear and excitement. It wouldn't be good if she were to be caught sneaking aboard a pirate ship... But wouldn't it be worth it to investigate such a strangely-made ship that could operate off of a Devil Fruit user's power? With a shrug, she muttered "Eh, fuck it" and got to examining the ship. It all seemed to be in tip-top condition, nothing to really mend or repair. Whoever made this ship was a high-caliber wright. Definitely at least on her level, if not higher. Meeting this wright was definitely on her list of interests now, right after this pirate. Truth be told, from her time in the Navy, she'd always admired pirates. She'd even had her curiosities and musings about becoming one. As a creature of whim, she was half-tempted to force her way onto this crew. But for the time being, she'd inspect the mast and other ship parts until she was discovered and confronted. She meant no harm and was clearly just looking, after all.

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-Shiroa Nuosa-


Today had been rather boring at first for Shiroa, waking up, getting ready, and heading to work at a local bar. She wasn't terribly fond of having to resort to such a mundane life style after everything she'd seen as a pirate, but unfortunately without a crew to take her in, and with her funds quite low as it was, she didn't have much choice. On the bright side the job paid quite well so she'd managed to save up a fair bit of money so far.

The day went by uneventfully, making dish after dish for the customers here and there, everything went fine, that is, until around lunch time. It was business as usual, even when the bartender slipped her a note a certain marine had shown up again. That particular marine was a well known bastard who tried to abuse his authority frequently, but otherwise wasn't much trouble unless provoked. But, judging by a gunshot moments later, some idiot did just that. What's worse, the gun shot startled Shiroa, as she was carrying two plates of freshly cooked food up to the counter for the waiters to deliver she dropped both plates on the floor.

Balling her fists in anger at wasting two perfectly good meals, she immediately stormed out of the kitchen and searched for the one responsible, she wasn't surprised to hear the marine had already rushed out, and apparently the man who'd provoked him had (wisely) hightailed it as well. It wasn't terribly difficult for her to take a wild guess what he'd do, after all he'd technically picked a fight with a marine, abuse of authority or not he'd committed a crime now, they'd be after him to save face if nothing else.

She made her way as quickly as she could towards the docks, it was obvious which ship would be the pirate's. She rushed right up to the pair of marines standing guard, and wasted no time on them, taking one out with a solid uppercut to the jaw and the other with a roundhouse to the head, leaving both unconscious and groaning, "Hmph, and i thought i was the one with a glass jaw" she quipped with a grin as she went right up onto the ship.

Rather than mess around on deck, she went below and found the kitchen, and began a proper inspection, the food stores were decent, but the entire kitchen clearly didn't get much real use and wasn't even clean, at least not by her standards. So she decided to be a bit generous for now while waiting on the man she was after and went about cleaning things up.

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Just as Jarren thought, they sent out a couple ships to take out Jarren's. "This should be fun," Jarren said to himself as the set the ship on a steady path away from the island. He went to the stern of the ship and looked at the enemy that was coming his way. Two Marine vessels made for capturing, if not killing, pirates and their ships. "Not bad, not bad," Jarren said with a smile, anxious for the battle to come.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of 3 cannons' fire could clearly be heard.

Splash! Splash!

Only two shot hitting the water, the third shot nowhere to be heard. Anyone inside the ship would have no idea what happened unless they were looking out a window towards Jarren. In which case they would have seen that Jarren caught the cannonball barehanded. He didn't even use his portals to catch the massive hunk of metal. "Thanks for the ammo! I was starting to run low!" Jarren mockingly yelled out at the Marines, not that he was really lying though. He only had two cannonballs left; not including the one he just caught.

Jarren formed a blade with his hand and swiped it sideways. Just as he did this the main masts of both the other ships fell over into the water. They were basically dead in the water now. The other Marine vessels in the harbor either wouldn't stand a chance against Jarren's ship or wouldn't be fast enough to catch him. So for now they were safely out of rage.

With safety assured Jarren went below deck and started towards the room he had given Jezebel. He figured he would see if everything was okay for her and check if there was anything she needed while she stayed on his ship. On his way he figured he better check the ship to make sure no one came on while he was gone. To do this he sent out a wave, so to speak, of his portal through the entire interior of the ship. Being about an inch thick it would be easy to see. Although since it covered the entire volume of each room it would be impossible to avoid. Other than detect objects these portals didn't really do anything. During this sweep he found there was two others besides Jezebel and himself. For now Jarren decided it would be best to make sure Jezebel was okay.

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Hearing the cannon fire going on outside, Shiroa decided it best to leave the kitchen for to see the situation for herself, though she was almost completely done cleaning things up anyway. She walked casually through the ship until she got near the door to the main deck. Just as she was nearing the door, she spotted the man she had been looking for, he matched the description she'd gotten back at the restaurant, and she had no doubt he was the captain of this ship, and a would be pirate to boot.

Shiroa glared as she approached him, making it quite clear she wasn't in the best mood, or at least she made a point of seeming that way. In truth she was no longer all that mad, though it would be a mistake to think she didn't still intend to get repayment for him causing her to waste good food. "There you are, I've been chasing you through town since that ruckus you caused!" She said angrily, storming up to him. "Thanks to you pissing off that marine two plates of perfectly good food were wasted!"

She pushed past him and out onto the deck. "Food can't be replaced, once its gone, its gone, and i don't put my heart into my dishes for some pirate wannabe to mess them up" she said, a bit more calmly this time, turning around to face Jarren, this time grinning mischievously. "So, given the current situation, i have a proposition, I go with you and whatever other would be pirates you got to join you, or..." she said, trailing off. She held up her right arm, shifting it into a mass of jagged black spikes, "I send i hail of glass through your sails and get my payback from whatever bounty you have."

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Jarren blinked a couple times at the sudden outburst from the girl that came from inside his ship. It was an odd turn of events but it didn't bother Jarren really. "Welcome aboard. You're welcome to join the crew though it is officially just you and me then. We have Jezebel, who I am taking to a new island and some other intruder checking out the ship." Either Jarren was very confident or he didn't take the intruder seriously. Either way he didn't seem too bothered by having someone on his ship that shouldn't be. "And I don't advise to damage my ship," Jarren walked through a portal and came out behind the girl. "She is from the Death Isles and is not to be taken lightly. By the way, the name is Jarren, captain of the Void Pirates and this ship."

As he introduced himself a bullet came flying in and hit Jarren's head. The bullet crunched up as if it had hit a steel wall and then fell to the ground. Jarren rubbed his head and looked to where the bullet came from, looking a bit annoyed rather than in pain. "Geeze, I just can't get away from these blasted Marines can I?" Jarren asked himself as he looked out to the incoming vessel. It was a battleship class and easily outmatched Jarren's ship. This time it was clear this wouldn't be so easy to win. Jarren opened portals around Jezebel and the other intruder on the ship and spoke into them. "If you are willing to fight to keep this ship afloat get topside and be ready to fight." Jarren then looked to the girl that had come about earlier, "You better be ready to fight, and this looks like a decently ranked Marine's ship this time. Won't be as easy as fighting off the last group." Jarren set his ship's course towards the Marine vessel and got it ready for avoiding hits to take the fight directly to the enemy ship itself.


"There they are, the Void Pirates. Now it is time to take them out before they get any further!" The Marine captain yelled out as his men got ready for battle.

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-Shiroa Nuosa-


She let her arm return to normal, and glanced toward the battleship, shrugging her shoulders at the idea it was dangerous. "No big deal, well no big deal after you've dealt with them enough" she said casually as they approached the hostile ship, "at least as long as there's only one" she added mostly under her breath.

"If we get a bit closer I can take out the sails, but those Marine ships are too tough for me to do much to the actual ship itself, though... I do have a few tricks up my sleeve" she said with a playful grin, as if the entire situation was a big game. As soon as they were close enough she balled up both fists tightly, each one formed into large black orbs covered in tiny spikes. "This little thing always works pretty well, fun too, make sure you watch closely" she says

She hurls the first orb from her right hand in a high arcing underhanded swing, at the peak of its ark she launched the other, cocking her other arm back and throwing in a sharp over hand. The orbs collided and shattered into countless spiky shards that rained down over the Marines and their ship. Shiroa laughed heartily at the perfectly pulled off technique, "Let's see how they like my Obsidian Caltrops, that'll pretty much stop everything on deck, at least for a bit, don't suppose you have a plan for the cannons? I can't personally do much about those"