Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Art Gulag [ Come get this Commish! ] » Visibility of Private Universes & Profile Customisation » Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. »

Players Wanted: Chat Plays 5E Stream Seeks Players, Little to No Commitment » Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov »

Gunship: The End of Peace

The Cloud Sea

0 INK

a part of Gunship: The End of Peace, by Ark Reahver.

None

Ark Reahver holds sovereignty over The Cloud Sea, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

215 readers have been here.

Setting

Default Location for Gunship: The End of Peace
Create a Character Here »

Minimap

The Cloud Sea is a part of Gunship: The End of Peace.

12 Characters Here

Megan Raphael [0] "Doc here, At your Service";)
Sculley [0] You appear to be experiencing a medical emergency. Do not panic, I am a trained professional.
Shi Huang [0] Silent and deadly, a mercenary on the Daedelus.
Sierius Soleren [0] A 'Veteran' mercenary with a tailing trail of woes and foes. But through the hurt and hate, a steel heart has been forged, and this ragged man trods on today.
Angel Flare [0] Half-Blood lookout on the Daedalus
Allen R. Grant [0] Fascinating, no really.
Gregson Wallace Aldridge III [0] A well-to-do gentleman with a taste for adventures.
Victoria Elizabeth Bellamy [0] Bolted body,heart of gold...well mostly clockwork
Rhev Arkha [0] A mercenary master of advanced weapons.

Start Character Here »


Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sculley was quite excited to be having a conversation but they were, rudely if he might add, interrupted by another organic who was missing several pieces. Cocking his head at the new man in curiosity, he remembered his friend's missing digits and the metal that partially reconstructed his hand. Come to think of it, he had often seen organics missing limbs, digits, optics or other pieces of their body during his long years in the sky. Perhaps they weren't very well constructed and parts of their body needed tightening? No, organics didn't work like that, he knew that from his lessons with the doctor. They were just fragile that's all. His mind stayed entertained as he dwelled this fact over but also as he kept an ear on the interaction between his friend and the man with the eyepatch. Not only was the man missing a few parts of his body but he was also quite, ah, unique in the way he acted, yes that's the word. Of course who was he to judge someone with a happy temperament, as mentally unstable as said temperament might seem. He kept himself quiet, not wanting to interrupt the conversation and only replied when Rhev addressed him. Sculley chucked again and shook his head. "Oh, no offense taken Master Rhev and it is a pleasure to meet you sir." Nodding toward their new conversation companion, Sculley could only hope that this one would be as easy to make friends with as Rhev was. Even if he wasn't, he at least was going to get to hear an interesting tale of how the man lost his limbs if he decided to speak of it.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sierus' grin dimmed only lightly as he listened to the man. He nodded a few times in confirmation. "One of the new mercenaries?!" He said with surprise. "How delightful! I'm pleased to meet you, Rhev!" Sierus chimed, offering a bright bow. He didn't bother introducing himself. This was about them after all! "Oh, deary me - Yes we get PLENTY of excitement here on the Daedalus. I'd even say that we get non-stop excitement!" He said enthusiastically. "... Okay, so maybe not NONSTOP, but trust me friend - you'll have you'll fill!" He said with a bright chuckle. His arm rested on his hip, matching the man's cross armed pose. One might sense some kind of pride coming from Sierus. Veteranism from being on the Daedalus? Maybe. But it didn't matter - He genuinely seemed to be glad to meet another person that was skilled in fighting. "Too much? O-oh! Nononoooo! No! These?" He said quickly, pointing to his face, and then to his shoulder. "These weren't inherited from the Daedalus, you see. I was hired some time ago as a mercenary! You'd not believe my words...." He said, instantly taking a rather more... wicked glance- his toothy grin grew wider, and and his eyes sharped, eyebrows dipping into an angle. "But I'd say I make quite the adamant fighter!" He claimed. He lightened back up almost instantly, taking a rather innocent look on his face as he shrugged. "Alllllthoooough, I've never had an outside oppinion! So I wouldn't truly know!" He reasoned.

"As for what happened....? Well, that was one HELL of a flight of stairs I went down."

He began to laugh. A bright, rolling chuckle, as he placed his hand on his gut as he healthily laughed at his own little joke. He faked wiping a tear from his eyes. "Ah... Well, that's a question I'll be happy to answer. It's a tale for another time, Mr. Rhev! Probably not a dinner-time tale. A horror story, perhaps. But like I said, pay it no mind on how I lost it for now. I've got to finish greeting the others." He said, reaching out to put a hand on Rhev's shoulder. There was grip. Not paintful grip. But it wasn't weak. He gave a nod. "Another time, I say! But deary me, this enough of me. I'm glad to have you aboard!" His head jolted around, towards the mechanical man in a quick, sudden motion. He had seldom seen any robots like this one. In fact, he very well have could've mistaken Sculley for a man in a mask, and some sort of suit had it not been for his voice. A distinct difference from the kind he disliked.... But the fact that this thing was indeed mechanical made chills run all over his spine. His jade eye rapidly ran up and down the man. It was clear he was thinking for a few seconds. As if wondering what to say. "And we have yet another mechanical fellow? Delighted as well, my good man!" He said, releasing Rhev's shoulder, and offering his hand to the mechanical. "If I were bold, I'd assume you as much as one of Rhev's friends - joining him on mercenary duties? Deary me, I'd say - you're quite intimidating to someone who you stood against!" He said, looking UP at the mech. "Irregardless, it's a pleasure to meet you both." He said cheerfully,

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Nowah put her mask back on and walked over the the steering wheel of the small ship, it had already been prepared to set sail before Edwin and Victoria got on board. It was composed of simply the deck they stood on and a small living quarter's on the level below, where they would sleep and where they kept supplies. They would sail for a few hours and arrive at the Daedalus by nighttime.

Edwin sat down on the deck and listened to Keets and Liam talk about some of their accomplishments as first recon. Not all their stories were related to missions, some were about more, private escapades. Nowah seemed preoccupied with piloting the ship so Edwin turned away and looked to Victoria to distract him from their uncomfortable stories.

"So tell me about yourself, we're gonna be together a while my as well get to know each other."




Rhev was surprised to hear the man's explanation. It was clear he was hiding something, while his attitude seemed quite pleasant there was a shady air surrounding him. Rhev would be keeping an eye on the man that was certain.

"Hey guy's I'll catch you later looks like people are heading down below deck. Gonna pick myself a nice bed before all the good ones are taken."




The castle gates were unguarded just as planned, the riot had now gone completely out of control. The streets filled with angry and fearful screams. The riot police was having a difficult time putting this one down, seeing as how much of their equipment had either been sabotaged or stolen. Dathney strolled through the doors of the castle, their plans had worked better than ever if the castle guard had left their post to assist with controlling the people. Of course though the Solaris Knights would still be watching over the royal family as their private guard. She took this mission mostly due to a private vendetta. Her rifle had been stashed away the other recruits would retrieve it and bring it back to the boat, at least they better, if not, they sure wouldn't be coming back with her. She carried with her a peculiar black blade from her early days as one of the Solaris Knights.

She walked through the castle at a leisurely pace, the servants and other castle worker's avoided her gaze and and darted out of her way. Her appearance was well known by them and it struck fear in their hearts. She made her way up one of the castle towers, she stepped out the door and onto a walkway leading into the royal family's private quarters. Between her and the entrance were three fully armed men, wearing the traditional armor of the Solaris Knights.

"It's the general!" one of the shouted in surprise.

"What do you mean? I've never seen her before?"

"That's brigadier general Dathney! She disappeared about three year's ago everyone thought she was dead."

Dathney chuckled and drew her sword from her sheath. She held it nonchalantly by her side and put her other hand on her hip assuming cocky and arrogant pose.
She gave them a sly and taunting smile while she waited for them to make a move.

"It doesn't matter now, she's an intruder and a threat to the royal family. It is our duty to stop her." They drew their black blades simultaneously. All dathney did was stand there with the same expression on her face. They charged at her ready to kill her if necessary. Before they could even reach her they were already dead, their bodies charred as black as their swords. Dathney stepped over the lifeless bodies and the white hot armor that still adorned their bodies. She sheathed her sword slowly, her left hand slowly shedding the murderous flames. Her path clear she continued forward towards her goal. The princess would be hers, and no one could stop her.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by utahann
Victoria found their adventures in the recon very exciting,they were very good storytellers after all,but her feelings about their ...more private adventures were a tad more complex.Admittedly the escapades were kind of fun to hear about,considering the it was about... that,but then came the details that crossed the line from "too much information" to "this is rather awkward" to "Please,please stop talking!" For better or worse it was an educational experience for her. Wow,who could possibly imagine you could do all that with a pipe or a rubber band or a spoon or...,many things were added to this disturbing train of thought.Needless to say,there was a lot of nervous finger twitching on her part.

Victoria saw Edwin look at her,rapidly abounding mental scars becoming nearly visible,she just nodded.Finally they stopped and asked about them,Victoria decided to start her story before they continued their interconnecting one."I came from a small farming town." Along with drinking,a lot of drinking. "Nice people,most of them.I like radio shows,wait I think there is one on right now",she opened the latch of her arm and took her radio out."Who wants to listen?",she said in an overly cheerful,possibly a bit disturbing voice,hoping it would keep them from telling anymore vomit inducing stories."Unless you want to say something Edwin."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sculley was continuously confused by the man's demeanor. He had never met someone quite like him in all his time alive. Of course, despite all his eccentricities, the man was winning over Sculley with the seeming joyous air he exuded constantly. If there were any doubts in his mind before, the joke that the eye patch man cracked erased them. Sculley chuckled at the joke and the show the man put on with his laughing. Well he seemed quite enjoyable indeed. Suddenly though their new companion sobered up for a moment as he took in Sculley and the robot cocked his head curiously waiting for him to speak. Hopefully he hadn't misstepped in his greeting earlier but soon enough the man was happily chatting once more, even offering his hand for a shake. Sculley took his hand gently, after all he didn't want to accidentally yank his hand off since it appeared he lost parts quite frequently. Giving a quick shake he then recoiled in what appeared to be surprise at the statement of Sculley himself being a mercenary. "Oh goodness me sir no. I'm not a mercenary, I'm not the biggest fan of violence you see. No, I will be the attending physician here so no worries with any injury you might sustain because I guarantee I can take care of it." If he could smile to the man he would have but seeing as that was quite impossible he could only hope that his tone of voice would portray the expression he wished to show. "Ah, where are my manners? My name is Sculley sir and what might yours be?" His attention went from the man to Rhev as he left to go find a bed. "Alright Master Rhev, I do hope to speak with you later." Giving his friend a parting nod he then turned back to his new odd companion, awaiting an answer. Although he did wish to tag along with Rhev, seeing as he was the first friend he'd made, he couldn't abandon a conversation without properly introducing himself first. How rude would that be?!

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"Eh?" Sierus said, picking up his eyebrow, watching as the man seemingly hurried off towards the lower deck, leaving him with the mechanical man. His eye twiched mildly. "Deary me... seems I've scared him off!" He said with a very light rasp of laughter. "I hope you find a place suitable!" He called after the man. He shrugged, and turned back to Sculley. The way he gingerly shook his hand told him a story - almost as if he'd shaken enough hands to know how everyone in the world did. It told him many things - the man was reasonable. Logical. Kind-hearted. Although Sierus hated the novelty of being treated like something fragile, it wasn't the first time, and the man didn't seem mean or pressing about it. This is also to say that the fellow could've had a previoius job of anything from bending gerders to lifting massive loads of heavy equipment. Sierus valued his hand... and was rather glad that the man decided not to keep it with a vice grip.

"Not a mercenary?" He said, with a genuine look of surprise. "I figured otherwise, but then again, that shows how much I know on the topic, hm?" He said with a shrug. Sierus honestly did expect the fellow to be a fighter. To be frank, Sierus was probably one of the least intimidating fellows you might run across. Even though he did lack an arm, and an eye.... he stood at a meek 5'6 with boots on. He had to look up at most of his foes. And this robotic fellow was just a few inches shy of being a foot taller than him. But he digressed. The man stated that he didn't like violence... And better yet, he was a doctor! "Oh! Medicinal practicioner! Fantastic!" He said brightly. "It's good to have you aboard then! My last doctor wasn't exactly adept at filling out paperwork after she patched me up!" He said with another bright laugh. In his head, he kind of cursed himself. His last doctor was indeed Miss Rikki, whom he still had deep respect for. Had she been here, she would've pummeled him with something heavy. He felt another light chuckle, but he suppressed it. He was laughing too much. He might scare off this robotic fellow to... even though he didn't seem to be quite as fickle as the man, Rhev... Sierus nodded again. "Good to know that you'll be keeping me in one remote piece! It's glad to know that I am in capable hands!" He said. Hopefully, he didn't lose many more pieces - he was starting to run out of pieces to lose!

"You need not manners around this salty dog!" He said as the man asked his rhetorical. "But it is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Sculley! My name? I used to have many...." He started, reaching up to put his hand on his chin. "Not that many still call me those names... But either-or! My name is Sierus Soleren! Heard of me? Probably not, still, I'll take any boost to my ego I can get these days!" He said with yet another cackle of delight. "Aaaah.... well... anywho, if you need be on your way, then I've no means to keep you, you know!" He said with a sacastic grin, and another shrug of his shoulder. "If you wish to keep up with Rhev, you certainly may! I've no intention of going anywhere, and we can talk any time you feel like doing so! This is your fair warning though!" he said, taking a mock serious look. "I've been known to throw things when I'm trying to sleep!" He said with a giggle. "Ahhh... no, honsetly. Don't let me hold you back, chum! I just need to see for myself of the other crew members! I can't have anyone else being a one-eye'd, one armed mercenary, you know! Ruins the novelty of me being here!" He said lightly. He didn't laugh this time, but he did offer a toothy grin.

"Or perhaps I'm just hoping to run into an old friend. Hoping to spot them better from up here..." He said, looking over the broad docks with an unenthused eyebrow raised, as his pearly jade orb scanned the crowd. He seemed to kind of zone out from the mechanical man. Not really trying to be rude...but he was honestly searching. He'd not seen Missus Shi for some time. And rumors had it she was travelling with the Daedalus. Again. She seemed to be the only thing on his mind these days...and he tried not to associate that with something of romance... but he knew he'd be fool to deny it completely. He'd let out a loud sigh, not seeing her oriental robes amongs the crowd, nor a hint of that annoying brat she always had trailing behind her. He shook the thoughts off as if he'd been sucker-punched, turning his head back to the robo-doc. "Anyway, you know where I'll be!" He said on a semi-ending note, seeing if the robot would indeed leave, or simply stay. It was hard to tell...

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The Daedalus a few hours after departure*

Jack was dressed quite gallantly, since they ad departed he had managed to tailor himself a decent uniform. It was a royal blue color with gold highlights on the trim. A single red sash ran from one shoulder down to his hip. Atop his rusty golden bronze head. He looked at his reflection once more and actually smiled. Jack was quite the strange robot and it was amazing to see how much confidence he had attained by simply putting on a new suit. All he needed now was the captain;s hat, but since he had no more materials left he had no choice but to go without one.

Most of the crew had gathered in the dinning section of the ship by now. Their cheerful chatter could be heard through his door. Some of his nervousness came back.
He was ready though, he would serve as a good leader while Captain Jones was gone.




Edwin listened to the faint transmission that came in through Victoria's radio. They had been sailing for a few hour's now and every one seemed to have settled down. The two recon guy's had finally stopped picking fights with each other and had moved below deck to play cards; the wind wouldn't interfere with their game that way.
Nowah finally stopped piloting the ship and took a seat down next to Ed and Vicky. The three of them had been listening to music and enjoying the view of the sky as they sailed high above the clouds. As the song they listened to came to an end a man's voice came in clearly. It was a new's report, coming straight from the city of Eiregard.

"Wait a minute!" Edwin shouted startled by the announcement. He leaned forward and listened closely as the transmission continued.

"We now bring you more information regarding the riots at the royal city of Eiregard. The riots have now spread along the entire central district. Citizens are advised to stay indoors. The cause for the attacks are unknown but we suspect that the riot may have been instigated by an outside group. The entire city guard has been called up to the central district to put and end to the riot. Although all attempts to put it down have been thwarted by some sort of sabotage prior to the escalation of the rioters. Again we recommend that everyone stay indoors and avoid going outside at all costs. It seems that the even the royal guard has been involved and. . . wait, what's this? We've just received reports of what appears to be a shift in the situation. Yes, it's been confirmed that the police force's have resorted to violent suppression. They are now attacking the rioters!"

"What the hell is going on?!" Edwin shouted as the radio transmission continued. "Dammit Harris, you better not be responsible for this as well."

"Folk's it looks like there are no more options available. If any rioters are listening to this, please stand down return to your homes. The guard has taken to drastic measures and if you do not seize your protest immediately your life could be put in danger. It seems's the radio broadcast is being shut down. We'll bring you more information once we..." The transmission ended with static. Edwin had a white look on his face. He was scared of the situation, these sorts of things could be happening all over the sky.

Nowah walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Remember this is why we fight Edwin. We're going to put an end to this chaos. One way or another just be patient."

"I know." Edwin sighed. Nowah walked back to the control's of the ship. She browsed through several charts and readings, and it looked like she was going to take the wheel again for some time.

Ed looked to the sky and closed his eyes trying to calm his nerves.

"This is just like what happened before the the old world collapsed." He began in a solemn and distant tone of voice. "Back then the Elves and Humans were in constant war. Supposedly before the miasma began to pour out from beneath the earth the humans won. The elves were imprisoned and enslaved, and when the time came for the people to flee into the sky, that was the reason so many of us were left behind. Now though, it doesn't look like we're going to survive. Humans outnumber us fifty to one. If the elves actually wage a war there's no way we would survive. It would be the end of us." He looked at Victoria, his expression one of determination. "Like Nowah said before, this is the reason I fight. I fight so that my brethren do not have to. I fight so that we can survive. I fight so that they will not be stained by the effects of war. Back on the ship you wondered why I took order;s from a Human. I do it so that no one else will have to. You wouldn't understand."

Edwin had surrendered his freedom so that other Elves could have theirs. This was his reason for leaving the Daedalus, for taking a position with the Red Cloth. It almost seemed like he was determined to single handily put an end to the war.




Rhev sat alone at the end of the table. His feet rested on the seat next to him, saving it for his new friend Sculley. The other sailors were enjoying the meal before them as well as the various drinks. Rhev was waiting though, dinner had only just begun and there seemed to be plenty of food for everyone. He had picked himself a cot to sleep in and readied himself for dinner earlier than most of the crew. Though he hadn't spoken much to anyone since he stationed himself at the table. Only making the occasional joke at someone else's expense. Or picking apart a sailor's overly embellished story about one of his prior adventures. He wondered what had become of the large crowd they left behind at Eiregard. He also spent the time wondering exactly what to expect from his next mission.




Dathney charged into the private quarters of the royal family. Before her stood an entire squad of Solaris Knights. Their armor imposing and threatening the twenty men and women gave of an immense air of power. At the head of the defenders stood Eket, Rhev's old friend. He had risen quickly through the ranks and attained much renown. He became the youngest leader of the Solaris Knights in all recorded history.

"You are not welcome here trespasser. I will not ask you more than once, surrender yourself, or be executed where you stand!" Eket stepped forward. He reached to his sides and pulled out two slender black blades from their sheaths. He ran the ebony blades against each other, the grinding sound of the metal supplemented by the crackling sound of their powerful electrical charge. His swords were the only ones of their kind. The thunder fangs, are two standard Solaris Knight blades which have been modified with an electrical discharge system. The blades crackled with power at his side. Eket stared down the ex-knight general Dathney.

"So you're the new general then." Dathney began. "Those are some fancy swords you got there. I'll admit it seems you're doing a better job as their leader than I ever did. You've even mastered the two handed sword style, congratulations I'm impressed. Too bad I'm going to have to kill you." She drew her own ebony sword and took a stance much like the other knights, although there was a noticeable difference in the way she stood. Power, dignity, pride, she was showing all of it in the way she readied herself for battle. She smiled her sly smile and with one hand beckoned the knights to come at her. "If you don't try your hardest you will never beat me."

They all charged at her ready to annihilate the intruder that threatened their King and Queen.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Life on a ship changes you. Her father had often told her how a man who goes out into the vast expanse of the Cloudsea would never return the same. As a child, she'd never truly understood what he'd meant by that. Did that mean if she left and come back, he wouldn't be her dad anymore? Maybe not, but she didn't want to take that risk. When she was older, though, the idea became more and more tempting. She wanted to leave port one day and come back as a person no one would recognize. Someone with nothing to tie them down or hold them back. Someone with the world in the palm of their hands.

As it turned out, her father had been right: Angel had changed in her time on the Daedalus, but not in the ways she'd hoped. She'd snuck onto this ship in search of freedom and adventure. Instead, she'd found pain, betrayal, abandonment…heartache. Even months after that fateful day, she sometimes wondered if running away had even been worth it. Sure, she'd be stuck in a miserable marriage with some pompous jackass, but she also wouldn't have seen hundreds of people die on Tirdwell. Wouldn't have gotten close to her crew mates just to have fate rip them away. Wouldn't have had to watched the man she'd let herself trust walk away after betraying them to join the enemy.

Sighing, the Half-Blood dragged a hand through her hair, pushing those thoughts away. She couldn't keep dwelling on the past. Yes, it was horrible, but there was nothing she could do about it. What mattered now was doing her job and preventing those Red Cloth lunatics from causing anymore damage. Forcing herself to focus, she scanned the horizon from her perch atop the crow's nest, searching for any shift in the surrounding clouds. Nothing yet. On the deck below, she could hear Sierus trying to coax introductions from the new crewmen.

She'd known it would only be a matter of time before it came out that she wasn't exactly a part of the crew. By the time she'd been found out, though, Novus Terra had gone to Hell and half had either left to aid the other sky cities or- …Well, suffice to say the Daedalus needed every hand they could spare, and Angel's sharp eyes quickly earned her a position as the lookout. Truth be told, she had no qualms about being hidden away at the top of the mast all day. In fact, she welcomed the solitude. After losing the few people she'd called friends, she wasn't exactly thrilled to go out and make new ones. Time had yet to heal her wounds, and being around other people wouldn't do her any favors.

Absently, her fingers traced the bandana tied to her wrist. That she'd been able to find the damned thing after losing it on Tirdwell was nothing short of miraculous. Although, it never did make it back to it's previous post atop her head. She was no longer ashamed of who and what she was, and hiding her ears just wasn't so vital anymore. A voice at the back of her mind couldn't help but guess that Edwin would've been proud of this change of heart, but Angel quickly silenced it. Edwin was dead, or at least the one she'd befriended was. All that was left was a traitor, brainwashed by those murderers.

Gritting her teeth, she snatched the pistol from her waistband and set to work loading and unloading it irritably. It was a habit she'd developed after Tirdwell, and all she could think about while doing it was how fulfilling it would be to shoot bullet into the Red Cloth leader's black heart. The man who'd killed Edwin, slain by a gun given to her by the mechanic. To her, it seemed like justice. That was why she was so eager for an attack; a chance to make those terrorists pay for the lives they'd destroyed. "Come on, you bastards," she muttered under her breath, glaring out into the darkening sky. "I'll be waiting for you right here."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gregson strolled along the deck, his coinpurse heavier and his mood merry. He had spent the last half hour shaving and cutting hair, and that always put him in a good mood. The others had quickly broken off and had been conversing amongst themselves, but Gregson didn't mind too much. They were his shipmates now, and there would be time for talk later. Speaking of the ship, it had set sail a while back, and was now cruising along at a steady pace, the soft whistling of the air flowing over the ship seemed to have an almost melodic quality to it. Gregson felt more alive than he had in awhile. Nothing beat the feeling of starting a new adventure.

So far, Gregson had seen a few of the mercenarys that were also tagging along for this voyage. The man who had asked for a hi-five, the woman from the cafe, a rough-looking mercenary man, the polite robot, and the jolly cyborg. If these people were actually as interesting as they all seemed, Gregson was in for a treat. The crew seemed to all be slowly shifting towards the lower deck, probably for a meal. Gregson was feeling a bit peckish, come to think of it. He sauntered off towards the stairs; whistling a tune that was light and sweet. And yet the melody brought about a feeling of longing; as if you were trying to recall a pleasant memory, but it is just out of your grasp.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by utahann
(OOC:The Inventor's daughter is a real song by a real steampunk band called The Cog is Dead but I changed it slightly.)

Meanwhile,Victoria was on the recon team's ship and about to learn Murphy's law the hard way.Victoria,Ed and Nowah were listening to The Inventor's Daughter,a humorous song about a inventor who wouldn't let a man marry his robot but in the end has to consent,the other two recon guys had finally calmed down and weren't telling those rather private stories so of course something had to go wrong.The news came on,negative as always,although this time about something that was actually true.
Yes, it's been confirmed that the police force's have resorted to violent suppression. They are now attacking the rioters!,Victoria almost jumped out of her chair with a panicked look on her face."Wait,they're not allowed to do that! Mom went on protests and told me that 4.7 of the Book of Rights for the United Citizens state that police can not attack peaceful protestors." She heard Edwin blame Harris,Wait, Harris is the leader of this group,why would he want more violence...

Then it dawned on her as if she had a light bulb appear over her head,chaos,that was what gave the group the advantage the last time.Nobody was expecting bombs and scarfed men to appear out of nowhere.There was something suspicious about how Harris fit in to all this... Nevertheless the less she listened to Ed speak.

She never heard anything about a war between Humans and Elves,but she felt she had other things to worry about.You wouldn't understand,"Right because robots don't have to watch each other be sold to people who think they're not even people,oh wait",she muttered as softly as possible.She wondered how to ask her questions,"So did Harris found this organization or is there some sort of leader he answers to?"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The man kept up his cheery vibe throughout the conversation and even showed excitement at Sculley's placement as the attending doctor. Most were nervous or distrustful when they learned such a large, intimidating looking robot would be preforming some delicate procedure on them. It was a nice change of pace and the man kept him chuckling as he spoke. "Well if it indeed will help boost your ego sir then I will say of course I've heard of you. A pleasure Master Sierus." He chuckled quickly at his attempted joke and then sobered up as he nodded his head in understanding of Sierus' want to greet the other crewmembers. "I certainly won't keep you Master Sierus. I must say it's been quite an experience chatting with you and I do hope to continue our conversation sometime in the near future." Sculley nodded his head to him in a sort of goodbye before pausing. "Oh, and I do hope you find the friend you're looking for sir." The robot then turned on his heels and was off, following a few sailors down below where he saw Rhev disappear.

The area was noisy where everyone seemed to be seated to eat. It wasn't a bad noisy as the riots back at the docks had been but a good, cheerful one. He caught bits and pieces of grand stories being told and the tail end of a joke as a ripple of laughter would pass through those listening. This would be quite enjoyable despite the fact he didn't eat or drink. As he maneuvered his large form through the crowd he kept his eyes scanning for Rhev until finally he spotted him and quickly shuffled over. "Ah! There you are sir. Such a nice meal they have set up for everyone wouldn't you say?" He took the seat he was offered and couldn't help the happy feeling that swelled in his chest as he realized the place had been saved for him. Ah, two friends in such a short amount of time, it was absolutely splendid! "Thank you for the seat Master Rhev. So, is this where the captain will be addressing us?" He had been on many ships and knew how things worked. A new crew on the set of a new expedition meant the captain would speak to everyone as a group. They would be informed of what was expected of them, what they should expect from their journey, a few encouraging words would be spoken, or in the case of pirates anything that got them roaring in excitement, and then they would be turned loose to their individual duties. Yes, generally predictable, he enjoyed the routine.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"I will not lose to you!" Eket screamed as he lunged at Dathney with his blade. The wily saboteur ducked under his attack and lifted her knee into his stomach. Eket gasped for air as he fell to the ground.The room was engulfed in flames, scattered around him lay his entire platoon, defeated and shamed by a single woman. As he gripped his side he managed to force himself to speak, "What are you?"

"I am victorious." Dathney stared at him through cold and lifeless eyes, the grin on her face devilishly taunting her fallen foe. She stood tall above him her black sword drenched in a raging inferno. She lifted the blade high above her head where it lingered ready to deliver the final blow. Eket turned to look at this woman, who single handed, defeated him and all of his troops. Who held fire in her hands, and wielded it better than any man could wield a sword. The world went dark, and the visage of the woman faded into nothing.




Jack stepped out into the dinning hall. His posture as rigid and proud as he could make it. The slim robot stood tall over the sailors only by a few inches, and only because they were sitting down. While Jack was not the kind of robot to inspire awe and respect upon first impression he was kind and polite and many of the crew mates already liked him. Thing was nobody told jack this.

"Aright you filthy lot of sailor scum!" He began, his mechanical voice shaky and whiny. "In the absence of Captain Jones I will be taking leadership of the Daedalus. If any of you ave a problem with this, though beans friend." Jack slammed his hand onto the table and shoved his face into an unsuspecting sailor. "Are you looking at me funny?" to which the sailor responded with silence and an awkward glare.

"Very well then." He started again after clearing his throat. "Now that I have your attention. I believe it is high time I inform you of your mission. Jenkins!" Jack pointed at a random member of the crowd and beckoned him to stand.

"My names' Williams sir."

"Oh my I do apologize, regardless, lower the projector screen, uh, maggot." Jack demanded. The sailor stood from his seat at the table and walked over to where Jack was standing, near the back wall of the dinning hall. He reached up near the ceiling and pulled down a wide square of white fabric. "Thank you Jenkins you may take your seat."

Jack turned to the screen, his eyes shining brightly and displaying black and white picture's on the projector screen. He stopped at a particular slide, the picture displayed depicted a section of the cloud-sea that was entirely vacant. As he progressed through the slides it became clear that small mounds of earth were slowly rising up from below the cloud cover. It wasn't an unusual sight, floating islands rose from below cloud cover often. The strange thing was, these Islands kept rising, more and more kept revealing themselves. near the end of the slide show the mounds of earth fit together into a giant isle. It was amazing. There was one thing though that stood out more than anything else. Upon this island were large stone structures, that could be seen sticking out from the earth.

it was hard not to be amazed.

"The Daedalus has been instructed to mount an expedition into these uncharted islands. Our duty is to find a reason to their sudden appearance, investigate the strange ruins and bring back nay peculiar relics that we come across." Jack spoke clearly and loudly so everyone could hear. "Never in history has such a large mass of land come forth from the old world below the cloudsea. We have been ordered to take extreme caution, for there have also been reports of strange movement along the islands surface. We are due to arrive early in the morning. My dear crew, I am most inclined to suggest you be on your highest alert. This mission is not like anything we have been faced with before." Jack turned the projection off and looked at the crew who was now silent, the merry making and wholehearted mood of the room was now missing, instead it had been replaced by soft whispers and confused looks.

"Everyone, I suggest you get as much rest as possible, Captain Jones would surely dismantle me if he found out I sent you on this mission without proper sleep." With that one final statement Jack walked out of the room.




Edwin was taken aback by Victoria's question. In all honesty he didn't know much about the Men of Red Cloth. He was about to speak when Nowah cut in.

"The Red Cloth was an organization long before Harris came into the picture." She began as she turned away from her post at the wheel of the ship. "Just like Edwin I don't know everything about the organization but I've been around a little longer. From the looks of things Harris is only a high ranking officer, he receives orders from somewhere just like the rest of us. I've seen red letters being delivered into his quarters right before we are given new assignment. The thing is, recently he;s been issuing more assignments, and the red letter have lessened in quantity."

Edwin stood in surprise. "Hold on, do you think Harris has been issuing his own assignments?"

"Perhaps, right now it's hard to tell. He may be receiving orders by different means, maybe he's being more cautious of who sees the letters."

"I don't know what to think. It's hard to imagine a person like Harris being allowed to do as he pleases."

"To be honest I don't blame you. Harris is a cruel man, how he came to be a part of this organization is beyond me. We are supposed to work in secrecy, shifting the tides of fate in our favor. We used chaos to stir those who stood still. What happened in Tirdwell, it went beyond what we do, it was murder."

"You have doubts don't you? I know, I was there. I fight for the freedom of my people, not just to survive but to thrive. What happened at Tirdwell was a message, the only one that would be heard. Until now we sat idly by while the humans oppressed us. Although I hate Harris for sacrificing so many of us, but I cannot blame him. Now that we know we have nothing to lose, at least now elves are standing up for what they believe in."

"I hope you're right." Nowah whispered before returning to the wheel. She shifted the sails and the small boat began to rise high above into the sky. Edwin was knocked down on his ass by the abrupt change in direction. As the ship climbed higher he began sliding, grabbing on to Victoria to try and stop himself he pulled them both down. He slammed against the back of the ship with a loud thud, he flinched as the pain shot up his back, when he opened his eyes he realized he was holding Victoria tightly against him. Nowah spoke,"Sorry about that, we should be catching up to the Daedalus soon. Against the white clouds our boat will stick out
too much, we will use the night sky as our cloak."

"I, uh." Edwin didn't know what to say, it had been a while since he had been in a situation like this. Thoughts of Angel came rushing in, but he pushed them out. As much as it saddened him that life was gone now. He loosened his hold on Victoria and allowed her to move. He stayed silent and looked away afraid to make eye contact.




Rhev was glad to see his new mechanical friend had actually arrived, unsure of whether or not he would show up since robots don't eat.

"Good to see ya." Rhev had begun to pile food on his plate just as Sculley sat down. He bit into a big piece of meat. From the taste it seemed it was strail (Skinny cow like creatures with long tails.) meat, large flying mammals that lived around floating islands, they were docile and had large number's so sky cities began to use them as cattle. Their eat was very chewy, but boy did it taste great. HE finished his bite and was about to begin a new conversation with Sculley, when a small robot pranced into the room wearing quite an unusual get up.

Before the presentation was halfway through, Rhev's plate was empty. He had only been half listening, not due to ignorance but to the simple fact that he had not eaten a meal as good as this one in a long time. It wasn't that he could never afford it, in fact he had amassed quite a large amount of wealth in his travels, he just happens to be very stingy with his wallet. Still the presentation was shocking enough to make him put his food down for a moment. He watched the slides of the islands carefully, it was incredibly astonishing just how large this new land formation was. This expedition turned out to be much more exiting than he believed it would be. He was ready, he was exited and his heart was beating loudly in his chest. He lifted up his cup and took a big swig of beer, some of it spilling on his face as he downed the entire thing.

It would be hard for him to sleep tonight after hearing such a magnificent thing would await him the next day. As the rest of the crew departed from the table and went to their quarters. Rhev did as well. Tomorrow there would be quite a tremendous adventure waiting for the Daedalus. No one knew though, that the secrets hidden within those ruins would change the fate of their world forever.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gregson was sitting towards the back of the mess hall, entertaining some of the crew members with his straight razors, which he was currently juggling. The blades were fully extended, glittering as the twirled. Gregson expertly caught each one by the blade, and promptly flipped them back into the air. The razors flew in cirles, figure eights, and tight archs. In a perticularly fine display of showboating, Gregson took a drink out of a wine glass that sat in front of him, all the while still juggling his three straight razors with one hand. After a minute or two more of the display, Gregson performed his Pièce de Résistance. He threw each of the razors high into the air, put one hand behind his back, and place the other spread-finger on the wooden table. The blades came whistling down and embedded into the table, each blade planted neatly between the gaps between his fingers. The sailors around him applauded enthusiastically, just as a small robot in a slightly rediculous naval uniform entered the room. The robot called for everyone's attention, to which Gregson happily obliged.

The presentation the robot had shown him was eye-opening. The mere idea of exploring uncharted territory was exciting, to say the least. Gregson sat with his feet propped up on the table, sipping from a glass of crisp, white wine. The crew began to disperse, with several small conversations about their mission scattered about the crowd. Not wanting to fight the mob of sailors, Gregson decided to wait in the mess hall awhile before retiring to his room. Staring into his wine glass, Gregson began to whistle, the tune slow, somber, and thought-provoking.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

--Later that night--

Angel gnawed on a chunk of bread she'd snagged from the mess hall, enjoying the opportunity to stretch her legs without running into the other crewmen. She'd missed the meeting below deck as she'd still been on duty, but had heard enough from the men chattering about their new mission as they headed off to their bunks. Several short months ago, she'd have been thrilled for the chance to go on a new adventure, but now her enthusiasm was dulled by the overhanging threats of war and destruction. It seemed everywhere they went, disaster seemed to follow close behind, and though she hated to sound cynical, the Half-Blood couldn't ignore the the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something was coming. Shivering out of cold and discomfort, she strode over to the ship's rail and leaned her elbows on the polished wood, gazing out into the night. It always seemed so peaceful, as if time just stopped then and there. Relieving herself of her internal stress for a moment, the lookout barely noticed as she started quietly singing one of the old pirate songs her father used to sing to her.

"The king and his men
Stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The skies be ours
And by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam

Yo ho
All hands
Hoist the colors high
Heave ho
Thieves and beggars
Never shall we--"


The last note of the chorus caught in Angel's throat as her eyes flickered to something in the distance. She could've sworn she'd seen movement. Maybe it was just a sky-whale that'd been separated from it's pod, or some other creature of the Cloudsea. Or maybe… Not willing to take chances, the Half-Blood reached into her pocket and drew out her father's spyglass. The thing was older than she was, easily, but the lens was still clear and reliable as ever. Bringing it up to eye level, the girl searched the horizon for anything out of place. So far, nothing to report. Perhaps she'd just imagined she'd seen something. After all, her nerves had been on edge lately, so it was bound to effect her judgement sooner or later.

No sooner has she begun to have her doubts when the gaze of the spyglass ghosted over something clearly out of the ordinary. Scrambling to find it one more, Angel was finally able to spot it again and was not disappointed. A mere few leagues away, moving silently and undetected through the clouds and darkened sky, was a ship. And it was coming fast. Her first assumption, obviously, was an attack, but Angel forced herself not to jump to conclusions before she had adequate proof. Unfortunately, that's exactly what she found when she got a good look at the colors it was running. Not a ship from one of the sky cities, but definitely not pirates either. At least, not the usual kind. Now, the flag on their mast was nothing but a red square of canvas, but that was more than enough for identification.

Wasting no time, she slammed the spyglass back into her coat and raced to the alarm bell, giving it several loud rings. "All hands on deck!! Enemies sighted off the starboard! Move your asses, guys, we're under attack!!"

((Lyrics from Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. Edited slightly to better fit the RP. ;) ))

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by utahann
Victoria was glad she was allowed to ask questions but happier still to get an answer.She knew a few things now,Harris wasn't well trusted even within his own organization,Harris probably answered to a higher authority,Harris didn't start the organization,and she still smelled a bit,literally so.It might have had something to do with not having had the chance to changed clothes,bathed or clean off in anyway besides beating her boots against the cell wall.She felt the ship shake and wondered if a Greater Sky Manatee had confused the ship for a female with a small behind,it was a known fact that Greater Sky manatees often did so and preferred small butted mates, especially if they had a nice dwelling place where there were plenty of clouds to eat.Speaking of behinds,Edwin had fallen on his in an admittedly comical way which forced her to withhold a smirk.

Then suddenly he grabbed her to keep from falling again which was very awkward and made her cheeks go oil brown.He fell and took her with him which made her feel grumpy after all,this hadn't been the best week or couple of weeks or however long she had been in that ship.Oh well,at least Edwin broke her fall.As she finally returned to her seat the reality of the situation finally dawned on her.The ship she once hoped to be part of would be destroyed or the recon team would be.
One either way,lives would be lost,things would get worse for elves,who knew what would happen to her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gregson had finished off the last of the wine in his glass, sighed appreciatively, and rose from the table. He was about to head towards his room when suddenly he heard a cry from above deck. "All hands on deck!! Enemies sighted off the starboard! Move your asses, guys, we're under attack!!" Gregson sprang into action. He ran up the stairs leading to the deck, shedding his coat and drawing his sabre in one fluid motion. He quickly looked around for the attackers, even though there was no need. Another ship had pulled alongside the Daedalus. The crimson flag was all Gregson needed to see to know who was attacking.

Searching the crowd of sailors who were streaming onto the deck, Gregson found the woman he had noticed earlier in the mess hall. She hadn't stayed though, she just grabbed a small morsel of food and headed back topside. He remembered her because of her snow-white hair. He had thought about how much he would love to style it. Gregson ran towards her. She was on the smaller side, with a slim figure. A engraved pistol hung at her side. Also at her side, an ancient-looking spyglass. Gregson's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of it. I have seen that looking glass before, I'll bet my blades on it. Pushing the thought aside, he ran up beside her.

"Hello, milady. Gregson Wallace Aldridge the Third, at your service." Gregson took in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling invigorated at the prospect of putting his blades to use. "A fine night for a fight, isn't it?"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sculley was amazed at the amount of food on his friend's plate as well as how much food was amassing on the other's plates as well. Goodness, humans sure did need a large amount of fuel to keep them going. In his peripheral vision he could see someone tossing about blades which Sculley immediately thought couldn't be safe but these thoughts were tapered off quickly as another robot made an appearance.

He was decked out in what looked like a homemade captain's uniform and the nervous energy radiating from him could almost be felt. Although it was always good to see another of his kind he couldn't help but question how he held the high position of captain, surely there were others more qualify and less jittery. Surely there must be a reason he was their leader though, right? Pushing these musings aside he listened intently and watched, solely focused on the slide show. As soon as the slide holding the image of the large island clicked into view Sculley couldn't help the surprised garble of static that left his vocalizer. It was massive! How interesting and they would be the first to set foot on the land mass! It was all very exciting, he only wished he slept like organics did so the time between now and their arrival went faster! As they all departed he wished Rhev a good night and made his way onto the deck. He would be awake all night so he might as well have something to look at.

It was getting late now, sometimes he felt a tad lonely when everyone else was asleep but these were the times he could gather his thoughts. His eyes took in the dark night and twinkling stars, an ever beautiful scene. He might have been over one hundred years old but he would never get tired of simply watching the sky. A soft murmuring filled his ears and he realized that someone was singing; it was quite nice. Leaning on the railing he listened to the song and watched the clouds until something else caught his eye. Was that, no, it couldn't be. The alarm was sounded and he knew he was right, another ship in the distance and an apparent enemy to them. He stood tall and made his way away from the railing. It was his job to act as a doctor to them if injured but that didn't mean he could provide any needed cover or close combat if need be. He despised violence, yes, but if they threatened his friends and fighting was the only option then so be it.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The small ship flew silently above the Daedalus. Nowah was preparing herself for battle, and had been encouraging Edwin to do the same. Both of them diligently worked on readying their equipment. Edwin strapped a set of smoke bombs to his side as well as two throwing knifes. He unsheathed his sword to check the firing mechanism and the kinetic receivers were in proper order. He then returned Gunbead to it's sheath and looked up to see Keets and Liam come up from below deck. It wa strange, the two goofballs were so quiet and orderly it was as if they had been replaced without him noticing. An air of calmness surrounded the small team, but not from nervous contemplation or worry, no, they were genuinely calm. That's when Nowah walked up to him.

"If you have a letter, now is the time to read it." She said while pointing at his red sash.

Edwin pulled the small envelope from his person. Using one of his knives he slit the top of and pulled the message free. His eyes widened as he read the message. Three simple words written by Harris himself.

"Watch and Learn"

Edwin was taken aback by the simple message, what did Harris have planned for him? He tried his best to bring his thoughts back to the time at hand. As he looked at the first recon team he noticed they were all putting on a strange leather gauntlet. The surface was embroidered with intricate patterns that looked like some sort of ancient text. On the back of their hands shone a uniquely colored gem, the lustrous color changed hues as light hit it from different angles. They each held a different color. Nowah's was violet, Keet's was red, and Liam's blue.

"What are those?" Edwin asked in awe.

"Don't worry about it, you'll get your own in due time." Nowah said as she placed a sleek white mask on her face. Then proceeded to grab yet another mask from her sash, this one was meant for Edwin. She held out her hand and waited for Edwin to take hod of it. "Speaking of which, you'll need this if you're going to be sticking around with us."

Ed took the mask from Nowah and carefully placed it on his face. The strange material clung to his skin without effort, it almost felt as if the mask was not there at all.
As he looked through the small eye opening he noticed something strange. His sight was somehow being augmented, although it was the middle of the night, he could see as clear as day. This kind of tech was unheard of outside the North Wind, and even for them this felt incredibly advanced. What kind of secrets was the Red Cloth still hiding? Together they first recon unit pulled their reed hoods over their heads their identity becoming the same, they were the Men of Red Cloth.

Edwin turned to look at Victoria. A sad feeling overcame him. Would she be ok in the ship after they boarded the Daedalus? He swallowed hard, confused by his emotions. He was losing control of his feelings, and it was all because of this robot. Edwin tried his best to force back the strange feeling.

"Victoria, you were once supposed to be the pilot of the Daedalus. You're in charge of piloting the ship while we are on the Daedalus, if the boat get's shot down there will be no way for us to leave." Edwin began. "Once you see a bright green flare shoot up into the sky pull the boat next to the ship's starboard side. Whether we fail or succeed that it the signal to our missions end. If we don't board right away consider us dead."




The doors to the throne room were thrown to the floor by a large explosion. The king and queen stood from their thrones as a lone warrior strode through the flames.

"What is this?" The king shouted as he withdrew his sword. "My entire Guard taken down by one man?"

"By one woman actually, and she alone, will be your demise." Her wicked smile emerged from the inferno.

The king walked forward, his sword at the ready. A look of outrage written boldly on his face. Behind him the queen stood motionless.

"So it finally begins." The queen spoke, "You are one of them are you not?"

"I am." She answered, pulling the hood from her head. Her long white hair draped down to her shins, and a pair of black horns rose out from behind her ears.

"What in god's name is this madness! Lyrah, I demand you tell me what you know!" The king shouted in anger and frustration. Whatever his queen knew he had no idea what it was. Before he received an answer the king screamed in agony. A long black sword emerged from his body and then slunk back in. Dathney stood behind him, and flung the blood off her murderous blade. The queen stood calmly before him unfazed by the death of her husband.

"The world below sends it's regards." Dathney spat on the king and sheathed her blade before bowing down to the queen. "I am honored to stand before you."

"Rise young one," The queen demanded, her voice calm and motherly. "I am truly blessed to have receive a warrior as fine as you. Tell me young one, what news do you bring with you?"

"The first strike, will soon be dealt."




"All hands on deck!! Enemies sighted off the starboard! Move your asses, guys, we're under attack!!"

The first recon team wasted no time. Before plunging into battle the first set of smoke bombs was thrown, quickly covering the entire surface of the Daedalus. The four man team dove down onto the deck and withdrew their weapons. Through their masks the veils of smoke became as clear as water, the positions of the few sailors that had already made their way onto the deck were easily spotted. Ed ran towards the nearest foe and kicked the sailor square in the jaw sending him flying several feet into the air. The poor man had no idea what hit him. Ed turned to see the others were doing the same thing, quickly and unnoticed they eliminated every sailor they could. A midst the smoke he could see two figures up ahead of him. His blade held out before him in a reverse hold, he approached the two figures.

There before him stood an all too familiar face.

"Angel?" He whispered. His body was completely frozen and as much as he wanted to he could not move. A strong gust of wind blew away some of the smoke. He was now exposed before her. His white mask staring blankly at the Halfblood. He hardly noticed the strangely attired man that stood beside her.

"Move!" Came a shout from behind him. Edwin turned to see a mans body flying straight for him. He lept into the air just as the man crashed to the ground. The event caused him to snap out of his trance. He turned to see Keets standing in the direction from where the body came from. They nodded to each other and returned to their tasks.

Edwin thrust his sword into the torso of the fallen sailor and drew it out slowly. His white mask showing no emotion. Beckoning Gregson to come forth and fight him.




As soon as the fight began each of the first recon members began to follow their unique task. Edwin and Nowah would stay on the deck and draw the attention of most of the crew. Liam and Keets would head down into the ship to perform their tasks.

Liam would take care of the cannons to ensure their boat would not be shot down.

Keets would run down to the engine room to ensure the demise of the Daedalus.

The fight for the Daedalus had begun.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Time seemed to fly right by the man, watching his life pass right by him. He never went below deck; never went to eat. He wasn't hungry. He just sat neaer the side of the boat, looking out. His eye closed, as he let his head dip down on to the side of the boat, groaning as the air-sea travel dulled his mind. Maybe he'd go down to the galley anyway. Talk to the others. Maybe take his mind off of his troubles ,that swashed down into his head. He didn't care. Maybe he just needed to take a break. Just... relax. Everything on the ship was going smoothly.

"All hands on deck!! Enemies sighted off the starboard! Move your asses, guys, we're under attack!!"

He sighed. Loudly. He knew it was getting to be a too unaverage trip. With his, he stood, and streched, yawning slightly as the sounds of alarm went off around them, sailors moving to their ready positions, going to intervene the invading pirate army. But he just seemed so... casual about it. He patted himself down, making sure he had everything. But then something unusual happened. Smoke bombs sailed through the air, crashing onto the Daedalus. The first thing Sierus did was hold his breath, moving his arm over his mouth...afraid it was actually gas. But as that threat passed, he uncovered his mouth. He wheezed lightly... but didn't really have much room to complain. He looked down, as the smoke rose, flooding the ship, and his vision. But he heard it. The conflict. The struggle of life versus death. And he knew that this boarding party had landed. He couldn't much see from above, but there were no pirates coming to conflict with him. Why, he was unsure. It didn't matter. He planted a hand on the railing in front of him, vaulting over it.

He landed on the deck below hard, looking around. It was no better here. This plumes of smoke bellowed from the ground allowing Sierus to see just everything about at chest level up. And he didn't see the two loons make their way to their destinations. He was too far away; he couldn't see that far! However what he did see was enough. A man, standing in black leathers. Red cloth danced across his waist and neck. And he was wearing a mask, true. But he didn't need to see the mask to know who it was. Or whom he assumed it to be. The man had long, blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and elf ears. He was taller than Sierus. A very rare trait for elves. One plus one added up in his head. Which brought his stunned mind to do more 'math'.

Those men of the red cloth? Edwin is one of them now? What bleeding sense does that make? I suppose that explains why he vanished so suddenly...And he was completely fine with trechery. One fought for what they believed in. It was only right. That is untill he again spoke to himself in his head.

But... wait a minute... the...Red Cloth guys were behind the entire...city colapsing... thing... weren't they...? That means...they were behind...Something much more enraging.

Reuben's disappearance.


Sierus had been so close to reuniting with his son. His only son. His child. The only thing that gave him drive to get up in the morning, 'Reuben is still out there!' The thought that made him rise. The thought that made him hope for a brighter day on the horizon.

All vanished. Due to these assholes.

And now, possibly Edwin was one of them.

Sierus's face set ablaze, the burning rage in his heart igniting his entire body, boiling his blood. He felt his body; his eye. Twitching. Hard. His fingers jumped as if they had a mind of their own. Untill he clenched his fist. His face wretched into the most hateful, intimidating glare he could conjure. He stomped towards the man... his expression lightening as his jacket fluttered behind him, dragging a trail of smoke behind him. When he got about ten feet from Edwin, he finally spoke. A far too friendly smile on his face.

"Hey, Buddy!" He said, in a highly-elated voice, as if he was genuinely happy. "What are you doing here? Oh well! It doens't matter!" He said, jabbing his hand into his jacket, gripping the hilt of his sword. Drew the blade, the sound of metal tearing through, cutting through metal filled the air as he jerked the sword from it's scabbard. Sparks jumped as the metal clashed, allowing anyone to see the aggressive sword draw. "I am just SO!HAPPY to SEE YOU!"

"You see, guy! I have questions, and a whooooollee lot of unresolved fury for you! Can you guess which I'm going to solve first?!"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The enemy ship loomed ever closer as Angel loaded her pistol for probably the hundredth time. Only this time around she would actually have a chance to use the thing. The very knowledge of the oncoming battle had adrenaline pumping through her veins and all of her thoughts focused on two things: defending the ship and taking down as many Red Cloth warriors as possible. Her desire to single-handedly destroy the terrorist group was slowly turning into an obsession, it seemed. Ever since the crews last encounter with them, she'd been looking forward to a chance to face them again. And now, after months of waiting, she was finally going to get that opportunity.

The half-elf merely glanced at the man who'd fallen in beside her, but did a quick double-take in order to take in his outrageous attire. Come to think of it, he'd been in the galley when she'd slipped down there for something to eat. Must've been one of the new crewmen, a mercenary more likely than not. Ever since the Red Cloth had started causing mayhem wherever they turned up, mercenaries had plenty of job opportunities protecting ships and cities. What bothered her about this man, though, was the fact that he'd come over to talk to her. Had the fact that she spent all of her time in the crow's nest not been enough to suggest that she wasn't all that keen on human interaction? Besides which, he seemed awfully friendly for a mercenary (then again, so was Sierus, but Angel really questioned the poor guy's sanity at times), as if he'd recognized her from somewhere other than the galley. Odd.

"Yeah, fantastic," she answered dryly, more focused on the vessel they were about to be boarded by than making idle chit-chat. "Name's Angel Flare, but now may not be the best time for intro-" The end of her remark devolved into a coughing fit as the deck was suddenly blanketed in a think screen of smoke, stinging her eyes and coating the inside of her throat with every breath. Struggling to catch her breath, she yanked the bandana off of her wrist and pressed it over her mouth and nose, blocking out the tainted air. It didn't do much for her eyes, but all things considered, this was better than nothing. Squinting through the cloud of grey surrounding her and Gregson, Angel could only catch glimpses and silhouettes of people fighting. There was no way of telling how Red Cloth had boarded the ship, or who was winning so far.

Suddenly it seemed as if the hand of fate had reached down and cleared the smoke around them, revealing a masked and hooded figured standing not a few yards away. Instinctively, she raised her gun and cocked it, poised to blast a hole through his head before he could get close enough to attack. Except… he wasn't attacking. The man just stood there, staring at them motionless. The gun lowered slightly as Angel gave him a curious look. What the hell was he waiting for? The warrior could have killed or at least wounded both of them by now, which she assumed was what he was supposed to be doing in the first place. Why would he wait? In spite of her enemy's momentary hesitation, however, the Half-Blood refused to let her guard down. Just one shot and there'd be one last renegade terrorizing the sky cities of Novus Terra.

…So why hadn't she fired yet?

"Move!"

Seconds later, the fresh corpse of one of their crewmen hit the ground in front of her with a thud, forcing the lookout to lower her gun and lose her aim on the man before her. Once the surprise had died away, she shot the terrorist a glare so full of hate that it could've made the bravest of men uneasy. Unfortunately, he wasn't even looking at her at the moment. Instead, his attention seemed fixed on Gregson as he beckoned the older man forward. A clear challenge. Angel turned to the mercenary, gauging his reaction. "What do you think?" she whispered, still keeping a firm grip on her pistol. "You want to take him, or shall I?" Before he had a chance to respond, though, it appeared someone else had taken up the challenge. The Half-Blood's stomach clenched painfully as she saw Sierus step forward. The way he seemed to lose all sense during a battle scared her sometimes, but now? It was like what little sanity he usually had had just snapped. He wanted revenge, plain and simple. Half of what he what he was saying didn't make a lick of sense. "Sierus, don't," she advised calmly, though she never stopped glaring at the red-hooded figure. "This one's mine."

((Just curious, how good is Ed's disguise? Would it make sense that Angel wouldn't recognize him?))

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

(OOC: Edwin's entire face id covered by a sleek white mask, and a red hood covers most of his head. Although you can catch a glimpse of his blonde ponytail from a certain angle it would be hard for an untrained eye to notice it was him. There are however many ways to tell it is Edwin, his voice size, and a glimpse of his elven ears and blonde hair.)

"Shit!" Was all he said as Sierus stepped up to fight him. The thing that frightened him more than the man;s incredible fighting prowess was the fact that he so easily recognized him. Edwin was quickly discouraged by all the combatants that had stepped up to fight. He began to step backwards into the smoke ready to run inside the veil and seek its protection. His mind went through a few dozen scenarios all of them dedicated to avoiding a direct fight with Sierus, most of which attempted to let him live. Sierus was a good man, and his mission may have been to destroy the Daedalus but he would attempt to simply disable it. All he had to do was stay alive long enough for the explosive charges to take out their engines. Finally he stopped his body halfway into the smoke.

"Nowah!" He shouted loudly over his shoulder, to which the only reply was a the swift appearance of a second white mask beside his. The two of them stared down their opponents. "You take the one on the left. Don't let your guard down around him he's the most skilled fighter I've seen."

"You take me for a fledgling fresh out of her nest! Don't worry, I'm not the type of girl that let's herself be killed."

They gave each other a quick nod and readied themselves for combat. Each of them threw a smoke bomb, leaving a trail of blackness the smoke quickly rose upwards separating Sierus from Angel and Gregson. Nowah was the first to strike, throwing a set of knifes in Sierus's direction before sprinting in the opposite direction of Edwin.

"Hey geezer! Why don't you pick on some one your own size!" Nowah shouted despite the fact that she was in fact shorter than the man.

Edwin performed the same maneuver Nowah had just executed, throwing both his knifes in the direction of his attackers, and moving away to distance himself from his partner. The odds were against him though since he would be going against two combatants. The gunshots from the Daedalus ceased though which indicated that Liam must have finished his task.The smoke from the first round of bombs was now hardly there at all allowing for a clear view of the many dead or unconscious bodies of the Daedalus sailors to be revealed. After reaching the far end of the ship he stopped and turned to face his opponents.




Liam had made his way to the ships cannons and had effortlessly taken out many of the gunmen. He would now have to decide on whether to help Nowah and the new guy, or Keet's who had no doubt made his way to the engine room by now.
(OOC:Liam is kind of just standing there, if you guys could help me out by fighting him or something it'd be nice. It's just so Edwin doesn't get ganked by having to fight too many people at once.)

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gregson looked at the masked man in front of him. "A challenge, eh? Very well, I accept." Gregson began to move towards the masked man when Sirius, the one-armed man from before, decided to join in on their little party. With a bellow, Sirius called out the masked man in front of Gregson. Just then, another masked individual ran over. Now there were five of them: Gregson, Angel, Sirius, and the two wearing masks. A few smoke bombs were detonated, and the newest masked person began to draw off Sirius with some throwing knives and an insult.

Suddenly, two knives came flying out of the smog, with one coming directly at him. Gregson immediately dropped to the floor, laying down flat. He watched the knife sailed over him, and as soon as it cleared him, he threw himself back into a standing position. Gregson's sword was still lying on the ground, and he decided to leave it there. He pulled out his dagger and one of his straight razors. The smoke cleared out just enough for Gregson to see his attacker through the smog. With both blades firmly grasped in his hands, Gregson bellowed out his challenge. "Come out and fight, little one! The Barber will see you now!"

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The Half-Blood's aim faltered as her target called to one of his comrades for help, which he got almost immediately. It wasn't the fact that they now faced two opponents that had her shaken; the Red Cloth warriors were still outnumbered and outmatched. No, what had caught her off guard was the first figure's voice. It was young, much younger than she'd expected it to be. And familiar. It was a voice she knew well and had been sure she wouldn't hear again.

"Edwin…"

The more she looked for any evidence to disprove her realization, the more she found to confirm it. The blond ponytail was just visible beneath his hood, and the design of the weapon sheathed at his side was unmistakable. Suddenly the Half-Blood's pistol felt heavier, forcing her to lower it slightly. Angel had never really considered what she'd do if she ever met Edwin again, having convinced herself that their paths wold never cross again. Part of her, admittedly the more dominant part, was still seething over his betrayal and wanted nothing more than to take him on herself. But a small, persistent part couldn't forget the elf who'd befriended her all those months ago, and couldn't help but wonder if he was still in there somewhere. He hadn't killed them on sight, that had to mean something…right?

So caught up with her internal debate, the lookout snapped back to reality as a new cloud of smoke exploded around her, hiding everything except the mercenary only a few feet away. Staggering back as a pair of knives lodged themselves at her feet, she scowled as she pressed the bandana back to her face. Stupid!! How could she hesitate like that?! She could've gotten at least one good shot off if she hadn't gotten all nostalgic. The Edwin she'd known had died back on Tirdwell with the hundreds of others, she couldn't keep forgetting that. Cursing herself for missing her chance, she peered through the surrounding smoke for any sign of the attackers. While the woman and Ed--…while the first two were nowhere to be found, she could just make out the silhouette of a third hooded figure near the cannons. Looks like she'd have a chance to redeem herself.

"Gregson!" the girl snapped over her shoulder at the older human. "Find him! I've got this one covered." Making her way through the smoke as quickly as possible without running into anything, she finally got to a point where the smoke was think enough for her to take a decent shot. The first bullet was just a warning, barely grazing the man's crimson hood before slamming into the wall behind him. Hopefully Jack wouldn't bolos a fuse over one more bullet hole in this ship. "Well, now that I've got your attention," she quipped dryly, exchanging her pistol for her knife. Somehow, shooting the bastard in the head seemed like too good a death for him. "Get the hell off of this ship before I gut you and leave you for the cloud-stalkers*."

((*Cloud-stalker: A shark-like creature of the Cloudsea known for it's vicious nature and appetite. The name comes from their habit of hiding in clouds until their prey is close enough to attack. Though they rarely attack ships, they're keen senses draw them to blood.))

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by utahann
(I don't think I need to tell anyone what show Airship Command is based off of.)
Victoria was about to ask Edwin one more time not to go through with this,but he left to fast.She or a least a small part of her trusted him and still did.Putting her hand to the controls,she hoped she was somehow managing to have one of those nightmares that organics had,after all she did remember getting knocked out. I hate my life right now,she thought hoping it wouldn't jinx things to somehow get worse.The ship shook,well she never actually flew an airship,just read about flying them.She quickly readjusted the ship and began to think.

There has to be something I can do,there's always an answer!

Vicky could come up with nothing.
Come on, a lot is riding on this including lives!

Victoria thought about Airship Command and how when the dimension traveling Captain Tiberius was presented with two costly options,one from the logical robot Mr.Stark and the other from the empathic Lady Iris,he would always find an answer that didn't cost a single life.After having bedded an attractive woman from another species and dimension off-air of course.The ship made a noise again,Well everyone has to start somewhere. She thought some more,she could pilot the ship away but just be killed by one of the recon team members for her troubles or crash.Despite being part of the Red Cloth,she didn't think that the recon team was evil,Edwin seemed especially misguided and Victoria didn't want him hurt.Victoria could try to run for it but then there was the whole sinking-the-ship problem.Or she could just "accidentally" make the ship shake whenever it shooting so that it missed the target.A smirk appeared on her face...

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The fellows sure weren't 'happy' to see Sierus. And of course, he could understand. It gave him even a little bit of his ego. His arm shot out to the side of them, hold them out. "Whaaaaat? Come on, I just wanna ask you a few questions!... What color are your guts?!" He asked with a light cackle. Sierus watched as the two threw heavy orbs, smashing on the ground, and poofing up into thick, ebon smoke. Sierus only stood, stone-faced as the smoke enveloped him. The smoke stung his nose, watered his eye. But he didn't care. He brought his arm up to cover his mouth, walking forward out of the smoke. But as he encroached, two sharp shanks came soaring through the sky. Towards him, along with a quip of 'his size' or something. It was odd... he was still the smallest man he knew, but he'd not question it now. All he wanted now was to 'talk' with one of these...red... garbed people.

Back to the knives.

Sure enough, through his smokey vision, he couldn't dodge them. His arm already was up to cover his face, and his leather trenchcoat was thick enough to stop one with nothing but a prick to his abdomen. He'd bleed, but it'd be a pin-prick. The other flew high, and he was glad that he had his arm up, as the arm jabbed right into the thick leather of his arm. Luckily, the knife only grazed his actual arm, the hilt of the knife sticking freely out of his leather embedded arm. He dropped his arm. "You know, that wasn't very nice!" He said loudly, walking out of the smokescreen, into the lighter one. The person could see him. He looked down to his arm, eye twitching... before slaming the hilt of the knife into the side of the boat's railing, hammering the knife deeper. The hilt passed into the leather, and the blade prodtruded the other side. Once again, since it'd only grazed him, it didn't further harm him. But now he had a blade stuck into his arm. He gave his sword a few swings, now that he effectively had a spike in his arm, that would certainly be a weapon. The shimmering metal of the blade seemed even brighter now, as it looked as if it was coming out of the bottom of his forearm. "But I DO thank you for the extra weapon!" He said, with a rather mad cackle.

He stomped towards his foe, the red-hooded girl, that had thrown knifes at him. His footsteps were thunder, as his jade eye locked hard with her. His blade lifted to an aggressive stance. And his grin spread as he changed from his intimdating stop to a dead rush. He'd charge the woman with great speed, actually coming at her from a curve. And he would bring his leg up as he approached her, shoving his boot in her direction. But this was a ploy to get in a fairly wicked combination. He didn't care if his boot would hit or not. In fact, if he had really been trying to boot her, he would've put more effort into the attack. But he'd let his weight come down with his foot, and with this added 'step in' force, he'd bring his sword arm wheeling around, trying to rake the blade across his foe's body.

((PvP combat. So many iffs!
Battle theme for zis fiiiight!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aFX6xt1 ... re=related))