[Episode] A Feast of Fists & Flame

Sat Aug 01, 2020 3:26 pm

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Oversleeping wasn't usually the m.o. of one Draconia Sanguis but hell, sometimes a bitch needed her beauty rest. At least this time she didn't lose precious time out of her morning routine, since she hadn't received any orders to be in any specific location...right? Exactly right. It wasn't like there was chatter about going to some island to help some bratty children with their Pirate issue or something. Nope, no sir. With that information in tow, the beautiful beast of a woman spent her time pumping iron with her right hand, facing her mirror, and putting her make up on slowly with her other.

The moment that she found herself looking both particularly swole and fashionable beautiful she tossed her weights behind her. A loud thud being heard as the object crashed against the wooden floorboards of her quarters. With a large yawn on her face, she quickly reached for her armor and slapped each piece on with all the grace of a water buffalo. Turning to face the mirror and slapping herself on the ass, she smirked hard enough to bare her fangs before she moved quickly towards the exit of the room. Grabbing her jacket off the rack and draping it over his shoulders.

She didn't bother saying shit to anyone as she made her way to one of the smaller lifeboats and she didn't say shit to her small detachment of men as she sat her humongous ass into the ship itself. Crossing her legs and arms, with a large smile on her face. Her eyes closed all the while. She needed peace and quiet for this recon mission. After-all, she wasn't sure what was going on in her social life anymore and that uncertainty had made her a tyrannical bitch as of late. That was something everyone was starting to recognize.

She usually had a handle on whatever the hell was going on with her, especially in regards to the various people that she considered to be her friends. Perhaps, if she completed this mission she'd be able to make them all stop acting like she was unreliable. At least that was something that she was starting to feel like. For all of her physical strength, she wasn't as emotionally strong as the majority of the people that she hit the seas with. Perhaps it had something to do to her past? Perhaps she was overthinking things? It was hard for her to tell.

All she could do now was to go out of her way to make sure that she'd never be underestimated again. Especially, in terms of the people that relied on her. Opening her eyes, peering at the men whom were rowing the boat at a steady pace, she spoke with her traditionally fucked up voice. "Arigh' boyos, git ta' paddlin. Fier' and fas'. Dun' ye be giv'n any 'cuses na. We gots an time lim', so moveya arses. (Alright boys, start paddling and be quick about it. We have a time limit so don't give any excuses for why you can't keep pace. Now row! )"

She spoke with a confidence unlike any other with her and her words surely touched the hearts of her mates, since they definitely started to row faster. She kept a look out for any anomalies and it would take only about thirty minutes of rowing before she noticed a ship in the distance. It was drifting in place and caught her attention due to the fact that she wasn't aware that such large vessels operated in these waters. It brought an even wider smile to her face, causing her to point out it to her small crew.

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"Officer Kamehime, if earlier reports were to be believed, there were many sightings of slaver ships within the area. The vessel ahead seems to fit the description." One of the lankier marines aboard the row-boat spoke. The tone in his voice showcased a shakiness, since he was greatly aware of the fact that if he excited Draconia, she might lose herself to a rampaging frenzy, regardless of her location. Draconia's thoughts drifted the moment that she heard of the potential slaver threat. Causing her to squirm momentarily in her seat as she... politely... petitioned for her rowers to pick up the pace. Though the sound she made giving this order was similar to that of a guttural bellow of a gorilla.

With this newfound information about the vessel and it's potential cargo, all that she could think about was bringing absolute desolation of those who dwelt upon its hull. If she had her information correct, then this jaunt into dangerous territory would prove fruitful two-fold. Firstly, she'd garner the attention and appreciation of her commanding officer, due to her stellar apprehensions skills. Secondly, she'd gain much needed practice should she manage a swift dispatching of foes of considerable stock. The East Blue didn't hold renown for it's fearsome fighters, but these slavers, however new they might have been, were known for their ferocity. Which made the prospect more exciting.

Draconia felt the surge of anger pulse through her blood, as she wanted nothing more than to plunge every last iron-clad straight into the unfathomable depths of the ocean. Purging the lives of slavers presented an authenticity that could naught be replicated. With her tongue running over her mouth, she beat her chest right above her breast and yelled out to her crewmates that they ought to be ready to board. Her excitement, however, hardly allowed any to understand a word that came out of her mouth. Not that it would matter in the long run. With a vicious display of her animalistic ferocity, she kicked off the boat and soared high into the sky, taking the time to look at her potential victims.

It didn't take her long to figure out that the vessel was a clunker. Not a single soul was to be seen aboard the uppermost deck at all. But as gravity did it's job, causing her body to descend towards the ship faster and faster, she noted something that caught her completely off guard. There were blood stains from port to starboard, spread out in random puddles. Clear signs of a struggle were showcased as she landed with a resounding thud. Enough to cause the ship to bob against the ocean momentarily. There were a number of creatures that might have caused this bloodshed... and yet she wasn't so sure she could tell from her initial observations. She'd have to take the time to actually investigate for now.

Not that she was excited to be participating in any of this nonsensical busywork. Besides, she had to wait for her boys to row their asses over here so that she had some back-up. Only a fool would investigate a glorified ghost ship on their own.

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Sat Jan 23, 2021 3:06 am

A total of three men attended Draconia in this affair. Arriving on a separate row boat behind Draconia’s initial boarding party. Which consisted of herself and a lankier non-commissioned officer. Each member of this separate detachment had been a regular member of Draconia’s entourage, and the most striking thing about these three men was the fact that they were gorgeous to behold. As though they fell out from some sort of high-quality dating simulator.

First was the man responsible for communications and the closest thing Draconia had to a legitimate confidant, Lieutenant Junior Grade, Samael Mcdunnan. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy. Liked to use his fists to solve his problems, utilizing a modified form of martial arts that he had learned from his past on Karate Island. A martial art known as Silat.

He was a blond man whose handsome features were more masculine than the other members of this platoon. He was older as well, which gave off the impression that he was the one in charge here truly.

Her ship’s navigator, Ensign Raphael Woken, was brought purely for his ability to entertain Draconia alone. Despite this, he is known as a capable swordsman using his own style of swordsmanship. In addition, he didn’t utilize a cutlass like the others, choosing instead to use a nagamaki like the executioners.

This man looked more or less similar to the remaining members of her clique, being a bishounen, picturesque man whose bright flame-red hair and piercing eyes were to die for. Though he was rather lanky, seemingly lacking the muscle needed to heft his weapon.

Ensign Gabriel Lovemore was the last to round out their group, an accomplished marksman wielding two flintlock pistols and gun-kata. A man who seemed to have a personality that was far more reserved and stoic compared to Draconia and Raphael.

He had hair as dark as crow feathers and eyes that could cause one to lose all sense of self. There was something to be said about a tall, dark, and handsome man. Even if he had the stereotypical personality that went with a man of his particular visage.

Her entourage included several more individuals, though they remained back on her ship proper. Raziel, Cassiel, Michael, Uriel, and a batshit cyborg designated as “Sandalphon”. All men had their own expertise and experience that allowed Draconia to be an effective fighting force for the World Government.

But each of these men was more loyal to her than they were to the government itself. But she didn’t ever stop to think about that shit. Especially not when she had a goal in mind.

She had a boyfriend and so she didn’t pay any mind to the affections of other men.

Even if these men all fawned over her constantly.

But each man seemingly boarded the ship and made their way over towards Draconia, saluting her before Samael took charge.

“Well, this is most certainly a mess. I think it’d be wise to split off into two pairs and investigate further.”

Draconia picked at her teeth with her long, sharp, pinky nail.

“I don’t care who comes with me, just don’t slow me down.”

With that, the three men looked at each other before attempting to play rock-paper-scissors quickly to see who’d have the honor of attending their leader.

But as per usual, Samael was just better at these sorts of things.

With their groups decided, Draconia made her way forward, her large heels stamping down against the wood of the upper deck with authority. She had no interest in interrogating the subjects or even hearing their side of the story.

Despite the fact that there were no bodies here, she could see what appeared to be evidence of an altercation that must have transpired not too long ago. There were small blotches of blood on some of the doors that she approached and Samael doubled down on this observation quickly.

“Dracy, there are signs of a struggle here.” He’d gesture with his head towards some bloodstained hand prints that were on the side door leading into the crew quarters.

“(Whatever happened here was a tragedy. But we will navigate this situation like we have all the others. Besides, this was a slaving vessel, so we can take solace in the fact that it wasn’t civilians that were killed here.)”

“It could have been slaves, however…”

“(What happens to the property of others is none of our concern. We are here to apprehend whoever is responsible for the disappearance of this vessel. Nothing more, nothing less.)”

Though he did not agree with his commanding officer, he made no attempt to backtalk her. Knowing that her jaded nature stemmed from her past altercations with not only the World Government but with Princess Nectarine.

Draconia didn’t particularly feel anything being here, however. She was doing her duty and that was the long and short of it. Whether or not the people she pursued deserved to be captured or not had nothing to do with her. So long as she caught the target she was satisfied.

And this drive, this burning desire to see those before her strung up in chains. That all stemmed from that bitch Princess Nectarine. And to make matters worse, she knew that these slavers had contact with her recently because she had set up a number of contacts of her own that were tracking that “pirate’s” movements.

So this was a matter of personal revenge now. Especially given the fact that someone either killed all of the slavers and therefore ruined a chance for her to garner more consolidated information about the bitch’s whereabouts.

“(Hmm… remind me again. How long has this ship been reported missing? Run me through the brief again.)”

Draconia shifted on her heels, the sound of the wood waning from her excessive weight and the girth of her curves was enough to tip off any would-be assassin that she was here. Fortunately, there was no soul to be seen anywhere here on the upper deck.

“There wasn’t one. This ship isn’t registered with any of the local villages, no one has reported it missing. We just happened upon it.”

Samael spoke with a muted tone, eyes tracing the hull of the ship thoroughly as he proceeded forward past the rest of the ground. He had wanted to get in and out of this place as quickly as possible. It gave him a bad feeling right in the pit of his gut.

“Just our luck, mayhaps some damsels require rescuing.”

Gabriel ignored the outburst from her less-than-serious cohort and kept her focus on the task at hand.

“So in that case, we have no idea how long this vessel has been floating out here?”

“(Fuck.)”

Raphael was quick to comfort Draconia, placing his hand on her wrist as he looked up at her. He wasn’t anywhere near as tall as the ten foot tall beast of a woman. A large grin on his face all the while.

“This is good, however. It means that we don’t need to file any paperwork or get any permission to explore the vessel. It’s clearly a prison hulk of unidentified origin.”

It was a good point, albeit one that disclosed how red tape was the bane of his existence. Though, most marines didn’t get into the life to sit behind a desk and fill out reports. They were here to serve justice and Draconia was going to make sure that such a thing was done with ruthless efficiency.

“Seems sturdy too, we might want to take it.”

Gabriel adjusted the spectacles that sat upon the bridge of his nose, a glint of curiosity showcased itself on his face all the while. He knew that this vessel had value and, with a little luck, it could be modified into a Marine vessel that fit their unique style of Justice.

Circumstantial Justice - The Justice of upholding the status quo of the World Government at large at any cost.

“Might not be too bad an idea.”

“(We shall see once we finish this investigation. Let’s move with caution gentlemen.)”

Each man stood at attention and pounded their chests. A sense of pride on their faces knowing that they were going to help their Captain achieve greatness, even in a matter such as this.

“Aye!”

Samael decided that for this particular investigation he’d tag along with Gabriel, and the pair went off to the left side of the ship. Leaving Raphael and Draconia to take the right side. As they made their way forward, Draconia kept her eyes peeled for any possible threats that could come her way.

“First time I think we’ve ever split into the same group in a long while, eh Captain?”

“(I suppose.)”

Meanwhile, Gabriel and Samael were at the same level of alertness as their captain. This was a good, battle-hardened, no nonsense force of Marines. The likes of which proved why they had a high completion rate for their assignments. It also proved why they were trusted enough to be part of the 69th Battalion as a whole. Even with how strange Draconia was.

“We should keep alert, I don’t see anything here… don’t hear anything either.”

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Sat Jan 23, 2021 3:06 am

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Sat Jan 23, 2021 3:52 am

Draconia uses HT[Princess Muscle] on Draconia.
Draconia uses LT[Tortoise Knuckle] on Kumate Tribe.
Draconia uses UT on Kumate Tribe.

Kumate Tribe uses MT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses UT on Draconia.

COMBAT TRACKERS:

Sat Jan 23, 2021 3:52 am

The member 'Draconia' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 5, 20

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 5, 15, 12, 17

Sat Jan 23, 2021 3:54 am

Draconia uses HT[Shelled Flametongue] on Draconia.
Draconia uses LT[Tortoise Flame] on Kumate Tribe.
Draconia uses UT on Kumate Tribe.

Kumate Tribe uses MT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses UT on Draconia.

COMBAT TRACKERS:

Sat Jan 23, 2021 3:54 am

The member 'Draconia' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 20, 3, 13

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 10, 10, 8, 13

Sat Jan 23, 2021 4:29 am

Draconia uses MT[Flame Paradise] on Draconia.
Draconia uses LT[Shell's Bells] on Kumate Tribe.
Draconia uses LT[Singe Tortoise Horn] on Kumate Tribe.
Draconia uses UT on Kumate Tribe.

Kumate Tribe uses MT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses UT on Draconia.

COMBAT TRACKERS:

Sat Jan 23, 2021 4:29 am

The member 'Draconia' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 5, 11, 17, 4

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 17, 6, 11, 12

Sat Jan 23, 2021 4:53 am

tDraconia uses LT(Stab Forth] on Draconia.
Draconia uses LT[Tortoise Flame] on Kumate Tribe.
Draconia uses LT[Tortoise Knuckle] on Kumate Tribe.
Draconia uses UT on Kumate Tribe.

Kumate Tribe uses MT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses LT on Draconia.
Kumate Tribe uses UT on Draconia.

COMBAT TRACKERS:

Sat Jan 23, 2021 4:53 am

The member 'Draconia' has done the following action : Dice Roll

#1 'Reflex Check' : 13, 15, 1, 3

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 17, 1, 13, 12

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