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Hannah Braece

"Don'tcha worry! I've got this fixed in a jiffy."

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a character in “Divine Cutlass: Chronicles”, originally authored by Byte, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Junior mechanic
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Born and raised in the gutters of an otherwise well-off little town somewhere along the northern border of Elben, Hannah has managed to crawl from street-punk rapscallion to junior mechanic under the strict guidance and iron rule of captain Ace "By God, I want to punch him in the face" Kaiser (moniker not withstanding, by the by). Hannah's a genius in her own right, boasting smarts and creativity that puts a majority of mechanics to shame.

The kid's prodigious aptitude for all things of a mechanical nature is rivaled only be her tendency to throw temper tantrums and play the all-favourite "puppy dog eyes" card whenever she's not feeling too pressed for some hard bloody work, and has a blissful ignorance -- not unlike that of a child -- to boot. She's blatantly obvious in her wily ways, and isn't afraid or above trying to pull on someone else's heartstrings in attempts to get her selfish little way.

In spite of all that Hannah's an honest and dedicated member of the Divine Cutlass crew. She's fiercely loyal to the others in more ways than some can imagine and has aspirations to, in the near future, build an airship of her own designing in honour of the majestic craft she now serves on.

So begins...

Hannah Braece's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Walter Schofer Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey Character Portrait: Hannah Braece Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor
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#, as written by Byte
With a strong north-eastern wind and the prospect of another hefty pay at their next destination, the Divine Cutlass soared across the clouds – or lack thereof – with little else in their way safe for the odd bird and tourist ship. Just a week before, the crew had been handed valuable information in regards to a schematic that the TTG had their eyes on. What it was, the contact wouldn't say, but they had spoken towards the captain with a sense of urgency.

And he was never one to disregard an opportunity to make the lives of those totalitarian bastards a little harder... whatever the form.

The location of the schematic was a relatively large port town (compared to most, anyway) under the name of Willesden, dwarfed by the warehouse that loomed on the other side.

Before they were going to land, however, there were some matters to resolve.

With a confident stride and one hand resting on the sword dangling at his hip, captain Ace Kaiser approached the helm; his one good eye glancing over the top deck in the hopes that some of his crew had already made their way over.

Just the same, he took to the speaker tube and droned out an order with the familiar, monotonous tone he always used. β€œAlright you lot! We're approaching land, so prepare for docking and get topside!”

He turned. Facing his navigator. β€œMister de Lacey, you may prep for landing. Take her in nice and easy.”

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Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Walter Schofer Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey Character Portrait: Hannah Braece Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor
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The Divine Cutlass slid through the air weightlessly, or so it seemed on such a clear day. Pavo loved this. The captain, the crew, the ship... all of it. He hadn't been aboard for very long, but was gradually learning to adore the life of a pirate. His eyes had been set straight ahead, focusing on the direction of the ship and the occasional gust of wind he could use to assist their progression.

β€œMister de Lacey, you may prep for landing. Take her in nice and easy.” The Captain said from beside him. "Yes sir." He nodded, moving one hand to the crank on his left side. One of the benefits of a clear day was the visibility he had around the ship. A few cranks here, a pulled lever there, and the ship was gliding it's way downward. Pavo straightened his back and put his hands on his hips, beaming.

Perhaps he was a little too proud, too early, for the ship had yet to land safely still. He snapped out of his triumphant pose and focused once again on each movement the ship made. Of course he had begun the descent, but the crew would be the ones to soften the landing and dock them properly.

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Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey Character Portrait: Hannah Braece Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor Character Portrait: Ace Kaiser
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Walter heard the Captain's voice boom through the speaker in his room. He groaned and through his book onto the table, where it joined a disheveled group of other books, sketches, notes, and odd weapons. He hated whenever he was required to do anything on the ship, but the landing process was his least favorite. He got up from his plush chair, the only really nice amenity he had kept throughout his years of being a pirate. He strapped a large knife to his back, then put on his leather coat. There ain't never anything for me to do while we land anyhow. No reason for the boy to make me come topside till we see something I might have to shoot at. That's when he felt the ship start to descend and he hurried to get ready. He strapped his spark-stick to his belt, put on his shoulder holster, and grabbed one of the guns on his desk at random, shoving it into the holster as he moved towards the door. I better not have to talk to no one. he thought as he went.

Getting topside was hard for Walter, only harder for whatever poor soul was the mechanic for the flying scrap. His room let out directly to the underside railing, right next to the bolt guns, so he had ease of access to them. But this meant that he had to climb the ladder from the underside railing to get to the main part of the ship, and then walk up from there. This was not a process Walter enjoyed and something that he complained about near constantly. Before he went to the ladder, he worked to give Bart, what he called the port bolt gun. The bolt guns were long guns, that attached directly into the ship and had only a 180 degree field of fire, so that they couldn't fire on the ship itself. They fired long and near indestructible rods of metal, at around 100mph, with almost limitless range when gravity was on their side. While they weren't favored by most pirates because they often caused their prey to explode or fall, losing any hope of salvaging the remains, the Cutlass had Walter. Not only was he so accurate with them that he could take out a ruder from miles away, he had also jerry-rigged the gun to shoot a pylon chord attached to the rod. This way the Cutlass could not only ensnare opposing ships in her clutches, but could also guarantee that no ship fell to its demise after it was ravaged. It also meant that Walter was practically indispensable. No one else knew how to properly reload or fix the bolt guns, and Walter was sure to make anyone aware of this fact.

Having made sure that Bart, Bert, Betty, and Thaddeus were secure and ready for action, Walter climbed up the ladder to come into the main ship. The door let him into the mess, but he moved swiftly through there. He had no interest talking to Frederica one on one. Out the other end he climbed another set of stairs walked down a long corridor and climbed the final set to come out on the top of the ship. The glass kept the wind away from them, but Walter could still hear it whistling by. It had been quite a while since the Captain had made his call and Walter assumed they were almost to the ground at this point. He saw the young brat, who he had started to privately call Master Silver Spoon, at the helm, but didn't bother to look around anymore. He just wanted to slink to the back of the room and not have his name be said until we were on the ground.

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For once not cloistered in the engine room and instead in their quarters, Morgan was currently sitting at a desk and reading a book. It wasn't as though one's presence was required in engineering at all times, and Hannah could be counted on to keep an eye on the engines herself and if anything went wrong that she couldn't handle, she could always call for her superior.

And besides, this book was just too good to put down. A real page turner, it was. A tale hearkening back to when ships exclusively sailed on the oceans rather than in the skies. How marvellous to see just how far technology had since progressed, strangled though it was by the TTG.

Morgan was snapped out of their reverie by the Captain's voice informing the crew to make preparations for docking. As ever, the man could barely contain his indifference. With a sigh, the mechanic bookmarked the page and put down the copy of Varra: Thrills of the Seas before heading outside.

Before going up on deck, Morgan decided to quickly make a stop by the engine room just in case Hannah was still in and hadn't quite heard Ace over the speaker. "Hannah, you in there?" Morgan called out after opening the door. "We're coming into port now. Let's get ready to shut down the engines once the lads have finished bringing her in."

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Every table aligned, every chair in place. Just as it should be. The chestnut brown furniture of the mess hall had been polished to perfection, their mildly glossy surface bouncing back the white blue light of the sky. At the corner of the room, Frederica bent forward and dunked a dank, grey mop into a black bucket of water. The Divine Cutlass' cook hummed a whimsical tune as she shook the mop around, pulled it out, then used it to wipe the ceiling above.

Push and pull, to and fro. Frederica had been at this for quite a while, making sure every corner, nook, and cranny was spic and span. With lunch long passed by and dinner still hours away, Frederica decided to use her spare time to clean up the ship. Not only was she officially the ship's cook, she was also its custodian. Though she preferred the term 'maid'.

Just then, the captain's loud, firm voice traveled through the entire ship, alerting the crew of their docking. "Just in time," Frederica mused. She placed her mop into the bucket and kicked them into a nearby closet. The maid replaced her gloves and apron behind the mess hall bar, then brushed some of her bouncy hair behind her ears. One had to look presentable for a briefing, after all. She lifted up her skirt to check on leather holster full of kitchen knives on her upper thighs, strapped over a pair of pantyhose. Just for precautions, of course.

At the corner of her eye, Frederica took notice of Walter passing by. She quickly pulled her skirt back down, and walked out of the bar after him. "Hey. Old Walter!" she greeted him, pulling the ice pop from her mouth. Yes. Dear Old Walter. "Did you have a nice nap?" the corners of Frederica's mouth curved slightly in a cheeky grin. She always had too much pestering the grumpy fellow. The maid stuck close to him, following his every step to the top deck.

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#, as written by Byte
β€œYeah, suuuureee. I'll split myself up right this minute.”

A scowl on her face, the little engineer sneered at the ever indifferent command of her captain. Almost as if she'd taken such things personally. And, well, she did regularly. Hannah always had a keen sense for when Ace was being particularly grunt-y against her and no-one else (the uppity prick). Because clearly it was always her ass on the line. Maybe she was just feeling tired from all this travelling, certainly didn't help that she'd been playing mechanic for a good fair hours straight while her superior was, quote unquote, refueling.

'Stupid Morgan. He better get here pronto.'

β€œHannah, you in there?”

And there was that split-second death stare cleverly directed away from the door, thoughts swaying between 'No. This is pre-recorded, leave a message after the beep.' and 'Stop acting like a moron before I smack you with the nearest spanner and come help me fix this loose pipe.'

Instead, she offered. β€œHiiiii~ I'm over here!”

Accompanied by a wide grin that spread from ear to ear, a hand waving erratically in the general direction of the door before returning focus to the conundrum that was, and indeed had been for the past ten minutes, a piece of pipe that needed readjusting before any major shutting down happened. She'd be paranoid about de-pressurizing the whole system otherwise.

β€œI heard, by the way!” Hannah shouted into the open, hoping Morgan would've had the decency to stick around at least. β€œHey, can you help me out?” She jutted a finger at the left-hand wall of pipes. β€œThese bolts are screwed shut tighter than Ace's ingrown frown.”

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Morgan entered the engine room when Hannah mentioned that she needed help. The senior mechanic did feel a tinge of guilt for leaving the poor girl in the lurch after heading off for a not-so-quick break. Grabbing a pipe wrench from a nearby toolbox, Morgan followed Hannah to the pipes to lend a hand and some elbow grease along with it.

"Hnngh... Surely they can't be... tighter than that..." came the mechanic's response as they worked to unscrew the bolts. "Look, see? They're actually coming loose! Try getting our Ace to loosen up like that!" Getting Captain Kaiser to crack a smile was easier said than done. The man seemed to prefer keeping to himself rather than going out boozing with the lads. Still, he knew what was going on in the world, and he paid well enough. As the ship was brought into port, Morgan went though the stages of shutting the engines down with practised ease.

"Now then, what say you and I head up top before the others decide to stampede down the gangplank without us? If we're lucky we might be able to bag ourselves some free time in port." The mechanic left the now much quieter engine room to get up on deck, waving amicably to any others present.