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  1. Lucki Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jan 30, 2006
    star 2
    Duchess Maggie Brenners
    "we're being boarded!"


    Maggie jerked awake at Quincey's bellow. Oh God it had already begun and they weren't even on the island yet. She hurriedly scrambled to put on her overshirt and boots. Hearing scrambles and footfalls she found her kitchen knife. Running out onto the deck she tried to find someone more adept at fighting off intruders than she.

    As she rounded the corner a big man bumped into her, he grabbed her arms and breathed into her face, ugh somebody needed a breath mint.She screamed and kicked out with her hard boots contacting with something solid. Growling the man dropped her and she rolled away coming to her feet in the dark hallway. He lunged at her again and she found her knifed hand reaching up and sliding into the man's ribcage. Shakily she began to run not bothering to see if the man had lived.

    TAG: Anyone
  2. Darth_Vaders_cousin Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Nov 12, 2004
    star 5
    IC: Tate
    Acta Era

    "We're being boarded!"

    And it was about Goll'Damned time.

    Tate threw himself from his bunk, and grabbed his pistols from where they hung on the bed post. In a well practiced movement, he buckled his guns to his waist, faster than most of the other passengers could probly get out of bed.

    He grabbed his rifle, holding it by the stock and flinging the scabbord from it, he held it at his hip, cycling a round into the chamber with the muffled Ch-Chink of a well oiled action.

    He kicked the door open, making sure the hall was clear, and raced up to the main deck, ready for battle.

    And, that's what he found.

    Grappling hooks flew through the air, crewmen buisily cuting them down...but for every one they sliced, it seemed that two more appeared.

    He focused on those already on board, cycling through rounds with a speed unrivaled in all of England. He grinned each time he heard the satisfing sound of a body splashing into water, or the dull thud of a lifeless figuer slamming to the deck.

    A loud cry came from behind him, as a large man with a sword bore down upon him, Tate raising his rifle just in time to parry the blade. The man, slightly stunned, didn't even see the next part comming, as Tate butted him in the stomach, then slammed the rifle butt against his head, sending the man flying tot he ground accompanied by the loud snapping of broken bones.

    His rifle, now empty, clattered to the deck, and Tate pulled his pistols looking for a target...or an ally in need. That's when he saw Dutchess Brenners...

    Well, he didn't actually see her first, first he saw the large man charging at her, a bloody knife in one hand, and the other holdign an eaqually bloody chest around his ribcage.

    "BRENNERS!" He shouted, catching the womans attention as he fired away into the large man. Wow...this brotherhood had alot of brutish warriors...

    3 bullets entered the man, sending him sliding to the ground, and the knife in his hand scattering to the Dutchess' feet.

    Tag: Lucki
  3. BartSimpson-SithLord Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Jan 24, 2002
    star 5
    IC: James Traber
    Location: His Cabin, Acta Era


    Nightfall once again. The ship rocking steadily side to side, back and forth. The sound of the waves crashing against the boat, the inner workings moving steadily. It all had a very calming effect as the moon ascended into the sky. Silently, James sat on his bed, letting the growing moonlight feed his surroundings with brief illumination. The darkness was his friend. Something he'd learned on the streets. So he sat, listening to the crashing of the waves, and fiddling with his weapons.

    Then the waves began to sound different.

    Thud.

    Thud.

    Thud.

    Splash.

    Thud.

    "We're being boarded!"

    They had finally come. So the cult had existed. James wasn't so much suprised as he was relieved that his working to prepare himself hadn't been for naught. Slowly, in the darkness, he removed himself from his bed and holstered his gun. Following that he made sure his knives were in place and he grabbed the two big torture hooks, gripping their metal handles and waving them in the air in order to grow accustomed to their movement in the dark.

    Shots. He could hear them plainly as they echoed from the top deck. One of the people involved with the skirmish up top had drawn a pistol or some other firearm and was, probably, quickly dispersing of people. Whether this person was on James' 'side' or was a member of this crazy cult was up in the air. James, however, was not about to head to the top deck.

    No, he had been using the days to familiarize himself with the layout of the ship. He knew ever nook and cranny of the ship that he could get to. He knew how the lighting casted shadows, he knew what parts were dark at night, he knew the ways to enter the levels. He knew everything. And so he hid in the darkness.

    Footsteps, coming from the stairwell, coming down. They were headed down, from the top deck. Slowly, James made his way to the shadows outside of the stairs and peered out. A burly man had didn't recognize, carrying a sword he hadn't seen before, was making his way down, his weapon at ready. The man quickly, for his size, reached the bottom and began making his way to head down the hall. James wasn't having any of that as he raied the hook to throat level, coming out of the shadows in order to get the hook ahead of the man.

    The burly man didn't even see the sudden weapon, didn't even know someone had been behind him. The hook entered the man's throat, coming out the back of his neck. The gurgle of blood rushing into his esophagus and bubble out the two new holes as well as his mouth let James know that he had hit his mark. The sound of the blood hitting the deck reminded him of the rain from when the boat had set out. Pulling back hard, the metal hook ripped out of the man's neck, tearing away the muscle and flesh leaving a gaping hole that no longer could support his heavy head. With a somewhat sickening wet thud, the man fell into the pool of his own blood that had gushed from his neck wounds.

    Peeling off the flesh still stuck to his weapon, James returned to the shadows.

    TAG: Anyone

    -~This is no Zaku, Boy. No Zaku!~-
  4. kiskolou Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 23, 2005
    star 2


    Rick Whatson

    Rick was awoken by the sound of gunfire.
    "OMIGOD!Why didn't anyone wake me up?",he thought as he raced to the deck,pistols loaded in hand.When he got up there,One man was making quick work of the enemy.Rick decided to help him when he saw the orthinocopter.It was beautiful,an engineering masterpiece!Rick somehow forgot about the bloodshed arouns him,and imagined himself flying one in a race across the antlantic .He'd get first place for sure!But then a heavy man slammed his fist into rick"s jaw ending the daydream.In pure instinct rick fired his pistol at point-blank range,causing his asailent to fly back and fall overboard.Rick called to Quincy,"When this is over,I get the copter!"
    and then charged into the fray.
  5. DarthVercetti Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 18, 2005
    star 4
    OOC: Sorry, bit slow on this one.

    Name: Jeremy Morton
    Gender: Male
    Age: 21
    Appearance
    -Eyes: Blue
    -Hair: Dark Brown
    -Build: Muscular
    -Clothes: Tight shirt, jacket, Sandals, shorts
    Personality
    -Likes: Working out, Hot Chocolates
    -Dislikes: Creepy Crawlies
    -Habits: Mumbling
    Inventory
    -Weapons:COLT double-barrel Shotgun, knifes,
    Revolver
    -Equipment: rope, invisible wire.
    Job: Hitman
    Bio:


    OOC: Can i get a starting post?/>
  6. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
    star 6
    OOC: You want me to set you up for this part?
  7. Lucki Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jan 30, 2006
    star 2
    Duchess Maggie Brenners

    Maggie twirled as she heard Tate's yell.Oh god, things were not going well, she stopped herself from throwing up as the blood from the man she had stabbed slid down her arm, and spatters from the shotgun blasts stained her white shirt an odd color betweeen pink and red.

    What were they going to do? And where was everyone? Hadn't they heard the yells. She ran to Tate "What should we do?" she looked wildly around for Quincey "have you seen Quincey or the Captain?" She was trying to not get hysterical but there were so many of the enemy, she bit back a sob and reached out to steady herself on Tate's arm.

    TAG: Tate, Quincey, Anyone


  8. Dahlia_Santary Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 15, 2005
    star 3
    IC: Abigail Clere
    Location: Acta Era, Captain?s lodge

    Gail, her First Mate, de Cuero, and other members of her crew were gathered in her lodge, looking over the map Shackleford had given her.

    ?These coordinates make no sense, Captain? said her navigator, looking up at his superior from the map, laid out on the table. ?It?s as though they don?t lead anywhere.?

    ?Maybe they?re no direct coordinates? suggested Gail, moving around the table to stand next to the navigator. ?Perhaps they?re encoded; coordinates to the real coordinates.?

    ?Or maybe this is all just a childish rat hunt? said de Cuero from the other side of the table. ?For all we know, this map could be nothing but some hieroglyphs drawn by some bored natives a millennial ago.?

    Gail sighed. ?Open mind, Juan? she reminded her First Mate.

    De Cuero was silent for a moment, but responded. ?Aye, Captain.?

    The young woman smiled at her friend playfully, and then returned her attention to the map. ?I?ll need to verify with Mr. Shackleford. He would be the expert in this-?

    ?We?re being boarded!!?

    De Cuero rushed to the wall window at the back of the lodge, just in time to see a grabbling hook fly up the window attached to a rope. The First Mate immediately took out his pistol, opened the window and shoot down several times.

    ?Sound the alarm!? ordered Gail, before rushing out of the lodge. ?Hide the map. Lock the door.?

    The young woman heard gunfire as she bolted up to the deck. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw dozens of men climbing up to her ship. Her crewmen were fighting them back, all armed with their swords, pistols, or anything they could get their hands on.

    Without hesitation, Gail unsheathed her rapier sword and looked around at the intruders. One of the men saw her and charged at her with sword raised. Gail stopped the blow with her rapier and at the same time drew out her pistol from her belt, jumped back and shot the man on the shoulder.

    He fell to the ground, bleeding badly, but well alive. One of her crewmen that was cutting hooked ropes from the coamings ran to her.

    ?Captain-?

    ?Get him bellow? said Gail, pointing at the man she?d just shot. ?Keep him alive.?

    The young lad obeyed without complaint and began dragging the huge man down to the hold. Gail looked around again and saw Tate and the Duchess Brenners. She ran to them.

    ?You two alright?? she asked, but neither could answer her before a group of the intruders charged at them.

    TAG: Lucki, Darth_Vaders_cousin
  9. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
    star 6
    OOC: Watching the Academy Awards...WITH JON STEWART!

    Quincy P. Shackleford

    As the grappling hooks flew up, Quincy cut them down. But more kept on coming.

    Three men jumped aboard, all bearing evilly curved scimitars. They were dressed in sable robes, with red trim. Their faces were covered by red sashes, and their heads with dark turbans. As Quincy lifted his sword up, preparing for battle, a thought struck him - Arabs in the New World?

    As the first attacked him, a burly man, these thoughts dropped from his mind. He brought his own sword up, horizontally, to block, before flicking the blade away. He ran through the first, and spun, slicing across the stomach of the other. A flash of blood streaked across the deck, and the body fell, hitting the wood planks hard. The third man lunged forwards, and Quincy darted right, hitting the rail with his hip.

    The man, recovered by now, swung down hard, chopping at Quincy. He rolled out of the way, nicking the other man's shins. He yelped in pain, and Quincy jumped to his feet, stabbing the manin the side. He wrenched the blade free, and pushed the body over the rail.

    As more men began jumping aboard, some with torches, Quincy heard the drone of an airship overhead. It was Bergery! Back again! But even as Quincy's morale leapt, it began to fall again. Another, black and red airship was showing up. The red ship began launching hooks into the side of Bergery's ship, and more sable-clad soldiers slid across them, boarding the ship.

    ***

    In Kenneth Bergery's airship, all hell was breaking loose. Kenneth's blonde hair was swiftly losing it's impeccable quality, and he left the controls to his co-pilot, as he went to help repel boarders. On the way, he noticed the late-comer to Quincy's expedition, Jeremy Morton.

    "Morton!" he called over the din.

    The man looked up at Kenneth's words, and dashed over to him.

    "Yeah?" he asked, calling over the din.

    "We're going to have to send you down the hard way, chap." said Kenneth, snapping a hook onto Morton's belt. "Mind the bump, me laddo!" he called, before pushing him out of the cargo bay.

    Morton slid his way down a rope, and landed on the deck of the Acta Era.

    Tag: Jeremy Morton, Everyone else
  10. kiskolou Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 23, 2005
    star 2
    Rick Whatson

    As Rick continued to fight boarders,he saw Bergery's airship."Yes!",He exclaimed, until he saw the red airship."Shi-Whoa!"A scimitar flew at his head,thrown by one of the turben-clad boarders.Rick ducked just in time,and the scimitar hit a mast.He pulled it out,and swiped at another attacker."God,How many bad guys are there?"Rick realized Bergery was in trouble,So he cut his way to morton(to attempt boarding of bergery's ship).
  11. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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  12. kiskolou Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 23, 2005
    star 2
    OOC:Me!will there be a way for me to board the red ship?
  13. BartSimpson-SithLord Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Jan 24, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: I'm here. Y'know, more people should pay attention to the back of the boat...I'm sure poor James is gettin fed up by now...:p

    James Traber, Inside Acta Era

    The blood dripped off his soaked hands, the metalic smell of blood mixing with the odor of the sea and the metal of his own weapons of choice. His clothes, his skin, the floor, the walls, all was stained with the crimson life force that had come from those James had felled. He wasn't averse to blood. No, he'd killed his fair share of men before in this life. It came with the territory of his line of work and lifestyle.

    In fact, it had been a time, he all of 19 at the time, when he was captured by some Chinese mercenaries that he learned the torture aspect of the hooks he used now. They nearly gutted him, ripping his chest open and leaving a scar visible to this day. Their mistake had been sewing him back up that night and letting him live. The next day James' pals staged an opperation and rescued him. It was then that he found out how well the hooks worked as a weapon, and how well he enjoyed seeing his enemies squirm.

    Some of the men on the ground, now filled with a puddle of sticky wet and drying blood, had used swords and had guessed by the corpses of their comrades that the person responsible was near. They had put up a struggle, but James would catch the sword or scimitar in one hook and catch their shoulder in the other. As he pulled down hard the hook would enter the skin, coming in behind the collar bone. The force of the pull down would eventually break the collar bone as the hook proceeded. By now James' strength had momentum behind it and he pierced an organ or two. Pulling hard he'd break a rib or few and come out the chest, organ hooked like bait, blood spraying everywhere. It was a gruesome end for those involved, but it worked.

    Six had fallen so far. They were blinded by their pursuit of the people on board the ship. James remained hidden in the dark, the next sound of four feet heading his way. They were bringing back up now, it'd soon be too cramped to fight in his style down here. As the two enemies saw the horrorific display of butchery below them, shining in the moonlit air, they paused. The pause was enough as James stepped into the light, his shoes splashing in the blood as he threw his knife, one of his hooks caught on the side of his pants. The man, pausing at the sight of his allies, had no choice but to accept the large hunting knife as it entered his brain through his forehead. Lifeless, he was brushed aside as the other man, armed with a scimitar, charged forward.

    James caught the occultist's blade with his left hook, keeping it in the air, as he drew his revolver. Holding his enemy's blade steady with the hook, James put the gun up under the man's chin.

    "Now see 'ere. I want t'make it back to London in one piece. You an'yur bloody cult buds ain't got nothin on me...I could kill yeh in me sleep, I could. So you jus'run eff to watevar 'ell ye came from." he pulled the trigger. As the bullet exited the man's skull, more blood rained on the deck and covered James face. Nearly completely covered in the red stain of his enemies' blood, James took his remaining hook weapon and his revolver and made his way to the top deck. He was tired of waiting in the shadows. He wanted to take the fight to these people. How dare they try to kill him. How dare they THINK they could kill him.

    TAG: Any who want to see a man emerge from the second stairwell all covered in blood.

    -~This is no Zaku, Boy. No Zaku!~-
  14. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
    star 6
    Quincy Shackleford

    Quincy dashed up to Rick.

    "Mr. Whatson, I understand you're good with airships. Perhaps you can bring one down for me." he said over the din of battle. Reaching in his jacket, Quincy removed a pistol, with an odd attachment.

    "Use this. The grappling hook is launched by the second trigger," he continued, handing the pistol to Rick. As he dashed to the back of the boat, he wondered what had happened to Fitzpatrick and Traber.

    One of these questions was answered by the next thing he saw. Traber had emerged from the stern, blood covering his person. As Quincy neared him, another cultist boarded behind Traber. Thinking fast, Quincy drew one of his Colts, and shot the man dead. He fell back into the ocean with a splash and a scream.

    Quincy joined the battle near Traber, hoping that the Arabs would give up soon.

    Tag: YoungAngus, BaSSiL
  15. kiskolou Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 23, 2005
    star 2
    Rick Whatson


    Rick's eye widened."You want me to bring down that?Ok...".Rick pointed the pistol at the
    one of the red airship's windows and pulled the second trigger.Suddenly he was pulled up much faster than he suspected and was catapulted through the window,raining shards of glass below.

    when he landed,rick steadied himself and realized he was surrounded by boarders.They all were stunned by suprise though,So rick was able to race to the cockpit.He slammed the door shut and locked it.Rick heard a thud as one man slammed into the door.

    Ok,i'm safe for now,he thought.He sat in the pilots chair,and examined the controls.They were like nothing he'd seen working at the docks...so many pulleys and butons and doodadds.So rick just started frantickly
    pressing and pulling rantom things.The Air ship swayed,almost knocking Rick out of his seat.The door was starting to break from the efforts of the men on the other side.He didn't have much time...Rick yanked hard on some thing that looked like pitch and yaw control,and the ship's nose started to point downwards.A blaring siren wailed and red lights flashed.The men at the door started to run."Holy-"Rick screamed, as he jumped out of his chair.Rick unlocked the door,ran to the deck of the falling airship,and grappled to gerbery's ship.

    OOC:Well the baddie's airship is falling to it's demise.There are still enemies onboard to fight though and the orthinocopter is still around...
  16. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
    star 6
    Quincy P. Shackleford

    As the red airship fell into the ocean, Quincy turned his attention to the boarders. The ornithopters would have to wait.

    Dispatching yet another cultist, Quincy caught sight of Asad. He called out to him, but as the Arab turned, seeing Quincy, he took of his jacket, revealing his true colours: sable and red. Quincy's eyes falshed in hate, and he raised his Colt to shoot. Asad saw the move, though, and dove out of the way as the shot ripped into another man behind him.

    Quincy emptied his gun, and Asad, hiding behind a barrel, rolled to another as Quincy's shots tore through the wooden barrel. Asad was in the open now, and Quincy aimed for the treacherous man's heart, and pulled the trigger. Click.

    He swore under his breath.

    "Hellfire and brimstone! Asad!" he muttered, raising his sword and charging the man,

    Asad, too, had a blade of his own. It was a strange, alien blade, with a slight curve. It ended at the tip in a sharp turn, forming an evil hook. Then Asad pulled out a twin blade. Wonderful.

    Quincy's rapier-like blade met with the two hook-swords, and was swiftly locked in. Struggling for a moment, Quincy kicked out hard, and felt his boot contact Asad's chest. The cultist fell backwards, and lost one of his blades. Snarling, Asad kicked himself up to his feet, landing on the balls of his feet.

    Quincy undid his coat, letting it catch in the wind. He tossed his hat away, and ran to meet Asad, but the man was climbing up the rigging, towards the crow's nest. Quincy ran after him, but he was already well out of reach. If Quincy followed him up the rigging, he'd surely be killed. As he stared up at the crow's nest, Quincy noticed a pulley system. Perhaps...

    His eyes followed the rope attached to the pulley, and seeing it in front of him, tied down, he grabbed hold and cut the bottom. The jerk of the rope nearly sent him flying, but he held on, zooming up the rigging. When he got to the top, his hand grasped hold of the rigging, and he swung for a moment as Asad reached him. Quincy was on the underside of the tough ropes. The hook-sword darted out at him, searching for his chest, and Quincy parried, hoping that Asad wouldn't go for his hand.

    He did, and Quincy could only jab at Asad's shins to keep him at bay. His sword connected, and Asad yelped in pain, letting go of the rigging. He slid down a few feet, and Quincy, seizing the moment, pulled himself up and ontop of the rigging. Asad, now recovered, climbed after him. They reached the crow's nest at the same time.

    When their feet touched the creaking wooden planks of the crow's nest, their blades met with a loud clang. Asad slid his hook down the rapier, and knocked it aside. He swung at Quincy, who barely dodged the blow. The tip of the hook slid across his right cheek, drawing a red line. Quincy scowled at the attack, and ran into Asad, kneeing him hard in the stomach. He doubled over, gasping, and Quincy brought his elbow down on Asad's back, hard. Asad fell tot he ground, but got back up quickly. He prepared for a massive slash, and Quincy, taking a chance, cut at his arm. Asad howled in pain as the blade bit, and dropepd his hook-sword. It fell to the deck, cutting a grappling hook as it hit the floor.

    Asad stared for only a moment, before Quincy rammed his blade deep into him, just below the sternum. The blade slid through his body cleanly, and Asad gurgled in pain, a faint red trail dripping down his cheeks. Quincy leaned in close.

    "Goodbye, Asad." he said, before shoving the body out of the crow's nest. He fell limply to the deck, and hit hard.

    Tag: All
  17. DarthVercetti Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 18, 2005
    star 4
    OOC: I am sorry for the inconvenience but i will have to withdraw myself from this one.
    I have alot on my plate at the moment and i would be slowing the game down.

    Many apologies, DV
  18. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
    star 4
    OOC: Wow. Uh.. I dunno where to start (or continue). :D... guess I'll have a post up by tonight.
  19. Lucki Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jan 30, 2006
    star 2
    Duchess Maggie Brenners

    Maggie twirled away from an attacker and felt a sharp pain in her side, grabbling it her hand came away with blood. Damn! She had been cut, it felt like fire raging against her skin but she fought her way to the Captain "Waht do we do?" She spun and kicked a burly man in the chest, almost breaking her foot but giving her enough time to bring her heel down on his throat "Should we abandon ship?"

    TAG: Captain, Anyone
  20. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Quincy Shackleford

    The droning wings of the ornithopters caught Quincy's attention.

    Damn. He'd forgotten about that.

    As their bulbous bodies neared the crow's nest, Quincy could see through the opaque yellow glass, between the pilot and the sky. The pilot locked eyes with him, and Quincy, grabbing a loose rope, dove over the side of the crow's nest. He landed on the deck, thankful for the pulley's integrity.

    He slid his sword back into the cane, and ran below deck. Searching the hold, he found what he had been looking for. As he came above deck again, the 'thopter's twin had arrived. Quincy stood, awed for a moment by their impressive sight. Bulbous bodies with corrugated sides, long, black wings, humming up and down with unnatural speed, and a long, balancing tail. The opaque yellow windshieldd added to the look of a predatory bird.

    No conventional weaponry could take down the fifty-metre long machines. One could easily land on the ship, with room to spare, but Quincy didn't want them to land. They were surely loaded with more troops.

    Gunfire peppered along the deck nearby. Automatics! They had equipped the birds with automatics!

    Taking the case he had brought up from the hold, he opened it. Three long tubes rested in it, along with large clips. They were rocket guns, a relatively new invention. Quincy picked one up, and hefted it over his shoulder. He locked the clip in, and, aiming throught the rangefinder, pulled the trigger.

    A stream of smoke followed the rocket, and it flew towards the first 'thopter. The pilot had seen it coming though, and had swooped out of the way at the last second.

    This wasn't good.

    "Mr. Anderson? Mr. Heckle? A little help, if you're not too busy!"

    Tag: DVC, Jeb

    A link to how the ornithopters sort of look:


    www.geocities.jp/ z301gousitu/cg/ornithopter.htm
  21. Dahlia_Santary Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 15, 2005
    star 3
    IC: Abigail Clere
    Location: Acta Era, deck

    Gail rounded around her first attacker and swung her rapier down on his back. The man yelled in pain as her blade cut through his spine, and then fell to his knees and flat on the deck?s floor. A second man launched at her from behind. He twisted his arms around her own and pulled her back off the floor. Gail jerked her neck back, and hit the man?s chin with the top of her head. The man softened his hold on her and she was able to twist away.

    The man jumped away and raised his sword, swinging it down on the captain. Gail stopped his blade with her rapier, and then kicked his square in the chest. He stumbled back, and Gail took the chance to reach for her pistol and shoot him. Once the bullet hit him through the gut, he stumbled farther back and over the deck. He hit the water with a splash.

    The young duchess, Maggie, ran up to her. "Should we abandon ship?"

    Gail raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. ?Not by all the Saints, Lady? she answered. ?I?m not leaving my ship. I?d rather see her at the bottom of the sea than in the hands of a cult.?

    Gail saw the wound on the young girl?s side. She was in no condition to be out here. ?You go down to your cabin. Lock the door and arm yourself. Stay there? she said, holding out one of her pistols to her. ?Take this. There?s enough ammo left for a few shots.?

    Once the girl took her gun, Gail made her way up to the Main Deck. There she saw Mr. Shackleford with a huge, strange looking? rifle?

    One of the boarders was about to hit Quincy from behind. Gail bolted forward and stabbed the man before he reached her passenger.

    ?You didn?t say anything about fight!? she said to Shackleford. ?It would have made sense to warn me there was going to be fighting on my ship.?

    TAG: Lucki, Penguinator
  22. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    May 23, 2005
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    Quincy Shackleford

    "Miss Clere, pray tell: how was I to know that we'd be attacked by cultists?" said Quincy, anger biting at his voice.

    "Thankfully, I came prepared. Take one of these-" he said, indictating the other rocket guns, "-and point it at those big birds. Then pull the trigger to make them go 'boom'."

    Quincy hit the reload mechanism, and a spent casing dropped out of the launcher's back.

    He sighed.

    "I apologize, Captain. It's tense times like these that we need to work together."

    Tag: Dahlia, DVC, Jeb
  23. Dahlia_Santary Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 15, 2005
    star 3
    IC: Abigail Clere
    Location: Acta Era, Deck

    ?Aye, Sir? said Gail, pulling the rocket gun over her shoulder, a hit of mock in her voice. ?If you didn?t know, then how could you have come so well prepared??

    Before Shackelford could answer, she pulled the trigger and the rocket was launched out of the tube, followed by a haze of white steam. The rocket kept well to its course, but the pilot saw it coming. He stirred the ship forward in attempt to dodge it, but the blast hit on the 'thopter?s tail.

    The aircraft began to swing unevenly at first. The pilot still seemed to have some control over the bird, even with half a tail. But it was the easiest target now.

    ?Take it down,? she told Quincy, hitting the reload on the gun, but keeping her eye on the bird. ?Where on Earth are these dogs from??

    TAG: Pinguinator
  24. -Jeb- Jedi Master

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    OOC: Hmm. I wasn't given enough time to make a post today, but things sure seem to picking up. I fear that if I come back tommorow and I'm as far behind as I was today, I may have to call this RPG quits. :(. We'll see though.
  25. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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