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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 27 2013, 12:34 PM (975 Views) | ||
| Silim | Mar 27 2013, 12:34 PM Post #1 | |
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The whole ordeal had been rather sudden. First he was recovering from surgery and learning how to control his new cybertronic arm and getting basic Marine training - and the next thing he knew he was on a ship en route to the South Blue! His first actual assignment - Sol didn't quite expect he'd be ordered out of his home blue right away. Then again, he was a marine now, so there was no arguing with orders! Just some hidden, behind the scenes mumbling that couldn't be heard by his superiors. Any goodbye from Loguetown had been quick - ever since enlisting, he had avoided any contact to his old thieving friends to avoid any danger for them and himself. It was the smart thing to do, but still... it seemed to Sol as if he wasn't going to see his hometown again for a long, long time. While on the ship en route to the target destination - Awestralia in the South Blue - he got his actual briefing. He was supposed to help out another marine with an investigation, and while he didn't get any details, his assigned partner was apparently more of an expert on the entire thing. Even had a lower rank than Sol but was still regarded higher than him - not all that surprising, the new Ensign had mainly gotten this rank thanks to being partially a marine-funded machine now. The voyage itself was fairly uneventful, even if it was Sol's first time on an actual ship and away from Loguetown - after the first two or so nights, he was able to easily move across the ship without any signs of sickness at the moment, and even had himself some work assigned during it. So the time passed quickly, until the marine ship arrived at the port of Awestralia. If Sol's new partner was anywhere nearby, he'd probably have seen the ship by now and would be on his way. Jaqk was the name of the other marine, the cyborg had been told - and so he left the ship, slightly wobbly on his legs after having been aboard a marine vessel for some time now. The briefing on the island had been pretty much non-existant, but the heavy smell of sweet fruit seemed to be absolutely everywhere... It was almost sickening. When his feet stopped behaving as if they were drunk from the voyage, Sol emptied out a small bottle of tomato juice - the final 'present' from the kitchen after the arrival - and looked around. He seemed a bit lost - mainly because nobody had thought to tell him what his new partner even looked like. Hopefully the opposite wouldn't be the case! Sol was even wearing a marine cap, something he usually didn't do, just so that he could be discerned from normal people in the harbor. Now, where was this Jaqk? |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Mar 28 2013, 03:43 AM Post #2 | |
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After the night of drinking back on Briss Kingdom after Jaqk and Wilson had returned from South Amerigo and successfully capturing Syrano, Jaqk had believed that he and Wilson would have been on Saint Reia the following morning, but that wasn't the case. The morning after their night out of celebration, Wilson had mysteriously vanished. Jaqk did and still does suspect foul play- there wasn't a sign of him and the clerk at his inn didn't have any information. That was a month ago, and since then Jaqk has been furthering his investigation into the Fishman Mafia. Under a higher order, however, he was told he wasn't to travel to Saint Reia alone; he could further the investigation, but going there was out of the question. Since, he has captured and arrested two Fishmen and have gotten information that has sent him to Awestralia- the information he was given, if it was good, would lead him to a small branch of the Fishman Mafia that have settled in. Given the information was from two sources, it was approved that he would be able to travel from Briss Kingdom to Awestralia, on the condition that he accepts to have two men of their choosing follow under his lead and order. Though he would have rather gone in alone, he would have to agree to get what he wanted without seeking trouble with his own people. And such, two Ensigns were assigned to him- two younger than him-men named Bennett and Sol; although they outranked him, they too, were under orders to follow Jaqk's command. The former of the two men had already arrived and was accompanying Jaqk to the harbor to meet and greet. "Sol Savertin." -- the masked Marine said to the younger Ensign that walked along side of himself. "He's wearing a red vest, Mr. Rockwood." -- he didn't know how well these two men were going to feel taking orders from not even a commissioned officer, but it was something that he- and they- were going have to deal with. It was hopeful that Lieutenant Hendrix and the orders from command knew these boys well. He wasn't much older- but it was enough. "The Marine transport if over there," -- he pointed toward it, "So he's close, at least." -- he added. |
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| ultrabot | Mar 28 2013, 08:23 PM Post #3 | |
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Informed he was to be promoted, Bennett been quietly ecstatic. Scenes of grand line glory and open combat flashed through his mind. The superiors however had different plans, more specifically to transferring him to sunny Awestralia as secretary; a position fitting a man of his skills. Upon encountering the, notoriously undisciplined Down-Under barracks; the young ensign nearly had a heart attack in the records room. Crates of unfiled, unkempt forms, criminal records and paperwork stood amongst several, ancient and dishevelled, wallaby nests, crafted from what appeared to be the division’s annual accountancy reports. When not upon patrol in the temperate climate, the staff seemed to spend the time enjoying themselves with a barbeque and a cold Peach Schnapps. Bennett however couldn’t rest whilst he knew such a mess existed and spent almost every waking hour organizing. It wasn’t without consequence however… doing it all without tea had left Bennett a shell of his former self. The island’s sheriff estimated that there wasn’t a kettle within three miles of the site confirming the worst; Bennett had been sent to the island to die a slow and painful death. *** Three weeks have passed. The records office, whilst still bearing some (Wallaby generated) gaps, is now:
*** "Sol Savertin." -- the masked Marine said to the younger Ensign that walked along side of himself. "He's wearing a red vest, Mr. Rockwood." “Just Bennett, Sir.”The younger replied. Having abandoned the name Rookwood some fourteen years ago it was irritating that the scars of his birth family still littered his records, but it proved more of a motivation to better himself than a subject of dejection. He wasn't alone. It wasn’t uncommon for Marines to have dark pasts; Jaqk wore a fabulous mask to cover up goodness knows what and, as far as his papers were concerned, Sol Savertin didn’t have much of an authentic history beyond becoming a Marine weapon. Marines weren’t defined by their pasts, but rather by their actions and whilst Jaqk hadn’t much of a memory for names, his actions across the south blue had piqued Bennett’s interest. Ben wasn’t entirely sure what Jaqk’s vision was like underneath his mask but Sol wasn't easy to miss; not only appearing as the superior described, but the only one on the dock wearing any marine gear. Dressed in a monochromatic suit and cap with his coat draped over his arm to save himself from sweating to death, Bennet felt a little out of place in the squad. With a brief nod to the commanding officer the Ensign made a brisk pace towards the newcomer. “Sol Savertin?” Ben held out a hand for him to shake. Well aware that all sorts of ears could be listening he kept his sentences short and to the point. “Name's Bennett. Can we save our introductions for the briefing in my office?” *** A brief walk later and the unlikely trio were inside the cleanest part of island’s Marine barracks, the records office. Ironically, the secretary had commandeered the space as his own as soon as he’d finished organising it. No longer or wider than two and a half men, it wasn’t exactly a comfortable fit once all the filing cabinets had gone in. With only two chairs, (one of them a fairly comfortable movable office chair)Bennett took it upon himself to stand, issuing the others inside. Other than filing cabinets the office, whilst a somewhat plain room, contained a desk covered in surprisingly overpriced stationary and several dozen ‘PineBrew’ air fresheners, covering up the dark stench left behind by the previous wallaby occupants. “As I’ve mentioned previously, I’m Bennett.” Lacking caffeine, the ensign forced a smile as he secured the room, shutting the single window and soundproofing the door as best as he could. Having heard of Jaqk’s plight, he wasn’t entirely sure who he could trust in the building… “currently the Marine secretary on Awestralia, but I’m an East Blue boy to the core really. Can't get used to this place.” Content with his sleuth-proofing the office, he learnt back against the wall, an eagle eye upon Sol as he waited for the introductions to finish and for the briefing with the more senior marine to begin. (Sorry if it's a little tl;dr I got a tinsy bit carried away. =D) |
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| Silim | Mar 30 2013, 11:57 AM Post #4 | |
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Ah, finally! Someone seemed to have noticed him. Sol Savertin turned to the side to face the two marines approaching him - one of them wearing a mask. That had to be Jaqk, him always wearing a mask had been one of the few points he was told beforehand. The cyborg saluted before the two other marines before accepting the hand offered by Bennett in a firm handshake. "Alright, lead the way. I'm happy to get out of the sun anyway." He had enough of that on the way towards Awestralia already, being under bright lighgt all the time had not exactly been the norm for him in his previous 'occupation' back in Loguetown... Unlike Bennett, though, Sol had little fear of people listening in. Mainly because he knew a shady character when he saw one... In the office - or closet, the size was questionable for the former - the air wasn't any better than outside, that much was clear. Remembering his rank, though, Sol took the less comfortable-looking of the chairs when offered a seat - his body was finally adjusting to being on land again, and to the climate. "East Blue, eh?" Sol smirked when he heard that and gave Bennett a quick thumbs-up. "I'm from there as well. And to be honest, I like Loguetown more than this peach-riddled island already, but we gotta do what we gotta do for duty." Sol stretched his arms upwards a bit while sitting on the chair before shifting his eyes over to the man with the odd mask. "I'm glad to be working with you, sir. To be honest, I was worried HQ would stick me into some operation without someone with actual field experience, I don't have any myself." Well, at least in the field of marine work, he didn't. So far, Sol successfully fought his urge to maybe steal something from this office already. Thankfully, nothing here was so shiny that it really made that urge rise higher, so this cupboard of an office had it's good parts to it after all! Even if it smelled a bit weird. "Well then, I wasn't told much about our mission. Apparently to keep any chance of info leaking out to a minimum. So... why are we here, exactly?" |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Apr 2 2013, 04:19 AM Post #5 | |
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Arriving at the apparent office, Jaqk waved off the chair and sent a gentle and respectful nod toward the man that had offered it; he was more comfortable standing up, especially in such a small area. With his arms in their usual fashion- one crossed over the other- the masked Marine leaned back to lean against the small. Without participating himself, he kept to himself as the two East boys introduced themselves to one-another; Jaqk wanted to leave unnecessary time wasted alone. It wasn't as though he disliked either of the two officers, it was more-so the fact that Jaqk had finally has some solid information that he had been preparing for several weeks, now. Which was all that he could do, having Wilson vanishing without a trace or track. He's a bit sour about that. Their meet and greet out of the way, Jaqk would follow-up with Savertin's question. "As my former partner has gone missing and the threat of what might lie ahead made it so that I my superior back on Briss Kingdom, as well was the Marine HQ on Saint Reia wanted me to find solid leads before jumping into anything." -- it was impossible to see Jaqk's eyes that were hidden away by the mask, but it could be deduced easily enough that he was giving both men his attention. "After capturing Durius 'the Fang' Bane and Syrano 'the Swift' Valdez with my former partner, Frank Wilson, we had found major leads that would have sent us to Saint Reia." -- his head lowered a bit, as he looked to the ground- still annoyed by the fact. "With his disappearance, I was ordered to not look into Saint Reia, just yet. Instead, I was ordered to find more leads; that was over a month ago." -- he paused for a moment, his head raised back up- his eyes shifting between each of the Ensigns. "We were, and still are, looking into the Fishman Mafia. I had captured several low-ranked members of the Mafia since then, which brought me here to Awestralia. You two were picked to accompany me in this investigation. The fact that they had gone through the trouble of moving you from the East Blue to here, then they see promise in both of you." -- a respectful and a somewhat 'congratulation' nod to each of them. Arms unfolded, he slid a hand down in his pocket and pulled out two folded up wanted posters and placed each of them down onto the desk. "We're looking into a couple. Raruin 'the Misery' Nufrof and Ludrila 'the Restless' Pomello." -- arms back over one-another, "With each having a ten million beli bounty and seven-million bounty, respectively. They're allegedly in cahoots with the Fishmen Mafia." -- with an exhale, he nodded once more. "We're to bring them to Briss Kingdom after capture- alive- not dead." [OOC: Ignore everything in the pictures except the characters. Everything else, other than their appearance, is irrelevant to the topic. Edited by Emoisum, Apr 2 2013, 04:20 AM.
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| ultrabot | Apr 5 2013, 04:28 PM Post #6 | |
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Having absorbed as much information from the faces of the targets as Bennett's near photographic mind could, the wanted posters were passed on to Sol. “This is more like it.” The youngest marine mused under his breath, his first real chance to make a difference. "I guess this makes us, Lougetown's finest." With a collected bounty of seventeen million beli, more money than some would ever make, it was obvious these guys weren't playing around. The Misery and the Restless… Bennett took several seconds to realize that he'd never fought a fishman before. Having heard not only that they were ten times stronger than a regular human but had the ability to breath underwater, Bennett's eyebrows involuntarily rose. Proceed with caution. The faces had been surprisingly familiar; he’d definitely seen them whilst consolidating the building’s paperwork. The marines of Awestralia weren't the best at keeping tabs on things, or anything close to remotely efficient, but Misery and Restless had come up once or twice. How up to date or relevant the information would be was an entirely different question. “I’ll see what I can dig up, sir.” Bennett wasted no time turning to a filing cabinet in the corner, efficiently delving into a few select trays. His face lit up as he unearthed two files, bearing very similar wanted posters to the ones he’d seen earlier. “Here we are…” Bennett breathed a sigh of relief; there had been a tense few seconds as he'd opened the card folders, but thankfully it was the paperwork that hadn’t been contaminated by the local wallaby population. “Known to operate in and around the island, mostly out of the several lagoons and reefs on the coast… As far as records are concerned, it's minimal I'm afraid. All that’s recorded is that they’re linked to a drugs bust a few years back…” The secretary paused, not entirely sure what to make from the following few entries. “with a history of aggravated assault and… ‘Scallywaggling’” Bennett took a few seconds to finally confirm the files (and give them a quick check over for and wallaby remnants) before passing them to his superior officer. A metaphorical wall of doubt hit the ensign. Whilst it was flattering to be specially selected for the operation and he’d endeavor to succeed; what actual use was he in a situation like this? “Sir, how do we... go about capturing somebody who can potentially disappear into the sea?” Edited by ultrabot, Apr 5 2013, 04:34 PM.
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| Silim | Apr 7 2013, 02:23 PM Post #7 | |
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Sol noticed that he was the only marine actually sitting down in this cupboard of an office, but he didn't have enough shame to feel the need to stand up like his superior and partner. After all, why not preserve strength - and fuel? He'd probably need it before the day ended. Pity, the young Ensign would've loved to get a day of vacation before actively doing his job. He then took his own look at the two pictures, while the Awestralia-stationed marine from the East Blue was checking to see if he could find any information on the two. A low whistle was all he exclaimed at the bounty of those two - seemed like they weren't really 'big fish' in the greater picture, but fishmen shouldn't be underestimated. Especially those that resembled sharks, Sol didn't want to need yet another replacement for a limb. "Two fishmen... And an entire mafia of them? Either HQ really trusts us, or really hates us. So either they see promise, or potential troublemakers in us that they want to get rid of." The constant smirk on Sol's face took any harsh meaning from his words, because he really did appreciate the praise from his commanding officer in this mission, even though he had done nothing to earn it. He was an Ensign because he was marine property, not because of special talent. At least of that, Sol was sure. Although really becoming Loguetowns finest together with Bennett sounded like an amusing idea. What would his foster father say to hearing that? "And Bennett here has a point. While I've got a blade in my arm, but they didn't go through the trouble of installing gills as well. I'm sure we can all swim, but I doubt that's enough to catch a shark. Heck, I doubt going into the water with that guy even in pursuit would be a good idea." The image of a shark-fishman swimming off with his right arm flashed before Sol's inner eye and lead to him making a slightly worried face. Although the idea of installing himself some artificial gills later on sounded neat - did the marine manufacture any of those for their cyborgs? Or would he have to learn how to make cybernetics himself...? Oh well, not important right now! There was a fishman mafia out there that needed to be cought. Especially if they dealt in drugs. Out on the streets of Loguetown, Sol had seen at least some traces of what those could do to people. Not a pretty sight! Edited by Silim, Apr 7 2013, 02:24 PM.
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| ♥ Emoisum | Apr 9 2013, 01:14 AM Post #8 | |
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Giving his attention to Mr. Rockwood, first, Jaqk shrugged- though he wasn't exactly implying 'I don't know'- but more along the lines of 'meh'. "Awestralia isn't the coldest of climates. If they're caught on-land, subduing them and making an arrest shouldn't be too hard. Wilson and I took care of Durius and Syrano without much hassle." -- he spoke in the direction of Mr. Rockwood, "I've been taking the time to practice over the past month in underwater combat. Of course I'm at the level of a Fishman in their natural territory, if it comes to it- I'll dive in." -- he spoke on the possibility of either Misery or Restless resorting to retreating into the ocean. "I've got a trick or two, up my sleeve." -- it was understandable that they were young, but whoever chose them to accompany Jaqk had to see some promise in them. Hopefully- for Jaqk's sake, as well as their own. Losing your life on your first- true and meaningful mission was embarrassing. Glancing over to Sol, "I stumbled upon this Fishman Mafia business and after having arrest Durius 'the Fang' from his underground shenanigans back at Briss Kingdom, I was trusted to continue an investigation into the Fishman Mafia- soon there after capturing 'the Swift' Syrano. If you two were potential trouble makers, then they knew they would be wasting my time- I wanted to go in alone, but they wouldn't allow that. So they saw something in you two, at least." -- there was a bit of a sight from the masked marine as he knocked the back of his head against the small-office wall. They were rookies in the Marine business- even if they outranked Jaqk himself, their field- or any experience for that matter was little to none. "From the information I gathered from my sources back on Briss Kingdom- it's only Misery and Restless on the island conducting business for profit. If what you say is true and they frequent the coast- then we don't have much to go on. I was sent here knowing only that they were on the island- but if that information is good, there is no better place to stop." -- the officer lowered his head as he stepped forward a bit- arms uncrossed and slid down into his pockets, as he glanced to both Sol and Rockwood. "If you want to back out of this- stay here- I won't inform HQ. If you're uncomfortable frighten. I can't have that in these kinds of situations. One false move- one mess up- one hiccup. I can't promise that you'll come back. I won't be upset; I won't be angry. It's normal to be scared- no matter how young and courageous you are." |
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| ultrabot | Apr 10 2013, 04:59 PM Post #9 | |
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It was a good feeling knowing he wasn’t alone in being a little nervous. Having been trained to deal with combat situations, hypothetically, there was nothing to be afraid of. What did he have to lose? Sure he could sit this one out and train a little more but there was always more training to be done. One could always be more prepared… right? “Back down? Not a chance, sir. We just need to make things a little more even.” Bennett had no doubt that the boss could fight a fishman underwater. Well, he didn’t want to believe that he was lying to make the newbies feel warm and fuzzy. Sol seemed genuine enough too, but there was no way they could fight at sea… Bennett had barely fought on land. The solution was the cliched elephant in the room. “We’re going to have to go fish them out.” What initially was the start of a joke quickly became a genuine plan in the head of the youngest marine. His blank and fairly unexpressive features became dark and somewhat sinister as the ideas began to blossom in his head. They’d lure them out of the sea and into some kind of trap… It would take a crazy amount of organisation, but it seemed very possible. Seventeen thousand Beli was intimidating, sure, but it was still a rookie’s bounty. Rookies made mistakes… “That's not a bad idea..." It was immediately clear that the secretary had never been fishing in his life. "But we could reel them in, with a different kind of bait." "What will these fish do if they were to hear about somebody else trying to deal drugs in their territory? Somebody goes about town, blabbing his address to anybody who’s keen to listen; claiming he will undercut the fish prices and is about to recieve the next shipment.” “The criminal underworld, if you could call it that, upon this island is a fairly small and tightly knit bunch. I doubt it would take long for the news to reach them. They'll come to the location; as far away from the water as possible, and we'll be waiting to bring them in.” Bennett took a second to look at the door, lowering his voice before continuing. “If needs be, we could borrow a selection of recreational drugs from the evidence locker to prove that we’re authentic.” Bennett didn’t seem to address his plan to anyone in particular, but spoke as if giving a conference upon something that was already decided. At some stages seemed to just be thinking out loud; his mouth moving at a different pace to his brain. Fortunately, the sinister grin/glare faded as his thought process ground naturally to a halt. There was a pause of about five seconds before his eyes flicked towards Sol. It was almost too good to be true, as if the gods had genuinely engineered his arrival upon the island and inclusion in the team. Sure it was a little dangerous, but he and the boss would be at hand for backup... Bennett wasn't here to make friends, but to catch criminals. Hell, the kid had already lost an arm, if that hadn't taught him to be careful, nothing would. He'd survive playing the part of a rival dealer to lure in a few fishmen. The Black Bureaucrat had to pause again, take a deep breath and stop himself from returning to his 'scheming face' before continuing. “We’d just need some bait. Preferably it would be someone who isn’t known to the fishman mafia, or to the rest of the island as a Marine...” (OOC: Feel free to object, I just quite liked the idea of putting Sol not only into mortal danger but into a role where he could 'accidentally' reveal his crooked credentials. =D) |
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| Silim | Apr 12 2013, 07:28 AM Post #10 | |
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"Backing down? Sorry Sir, but I didn't join the marines to twiddle my thumbs and do nothing. A bit of danger doesn't scare me!" With a rather big grin, Sol opened and closed his left fist resting on his leg. He had picked up that slight habit ever since recieving this new arm, as if to make sure that it was still there. Good to see that Bennett was thinking the same, though! That guy didn't waste a second before coming up with his own plan to capture those fishies. Just that the plan seemed both foolhardy, stupid... and just crazy enough to work! At least, that's what Sol would've been thinking, was it not for his actual background. Sure, he could probably sneak right into the underworld of this island as if it was his home, but doing so put him at risk of accidentally going a bit too far... The last thing he wanted was for his new 'friends' to find out about his history with crime. But a good marine wouldn't say no to a possible plan - and a good marine wouldn't have anything to hide from his comrades, right? And after he had just blurted out that he wasn't scared of danger, he couldn't just back down and act as if it was too dangerous for him. Sometimes, Sol Savertin hated his fast mouth and confidence... "You're one crazy guy, Bennett. Acting like criminals to get to the real ones isn't that bad of an idea." With a quick motion, he removed the marine cap from his own head - the only piece of clothing that Sol was wearing that spoke of his allegiance. Without even really looking, he threw it over to the desk in this cupboard of a room that still smelled like... something unpleasant. Sol himself contained his own emotions as good as he could behind his cheerful and grinning mask. No need to worry them by making a frown, right? Although, maybe Jaqk was frowing. That was hard to tell, with the mask and all. Why did he even wear that? Oh well, not important right now... "I may not look like it, but I'm a decent enough actor. I think with some luck, I'd be able to sneak right into their inner circles... and if I stir up enough trouble, they'd come for me for sure. If I've learned anything in Loguetown, it's that criminals don't take lightly to strangers invading their territory." Of course, Sol had learned that because he himself had reacted with brutality at times when other gangs tried to infiltrate the territory of his thieving family. No need to tell them that part, though. "The question is how you two want to keep shadowing me. They know you, Bennett, and our superior here doesn't exactly fit into a crowd easily. I may be resistant to a sudden shank into the side, but if we get busted, the entire plan falls flat." That was another thing speaking for Sol to do this - his torso was basicially made out of iron underneath the skin. Any attempt to quickly dispatch him with a knife to the side would be about as fruitful as trying to kill a block of metal. In the end, it wasn't entirely their decision, though. Sol would go along with it... if only to keep face and to try and help his comrades. But he'd have to be careful not to mess this up... in either direction. So he really hoped that Jaqk wouldn't go along with this idea... "It's your call, Jaqk, Sir. Your mission, your rules and orders." |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Apr 18 2013, 07:40 PM Post #11 | |
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"All about the fish puns, huh?" -- there was a bit of a humor in Jaqk's tone; it wasn't as some would imagine, or tell if he was being serious not; it's much harder to read body language than the expressions upon one's face. Jaqk's head turned to Savertin when he chimed in. Bringing up good points, and such; keeping a watchful eye on him. But there was a light bulb that brought itself it Jaqk's attention. The idea was plausible; it just needed to be properly executed. A hand to his chin, he nodded. "The details of your profile said you're a cyborg, Mr. Savertin." -- the masked Marine's 'attention' was on the young Ensign; he was facing *sunglasses 8) the marine, nonetheless. "You hide it with fake skin. I believe it is your arm and torso?" -- he had to inquire, he wasn't sure on the exact details of specs of the extent of Savertin's abilities with using it or working on it. As well as being able to modify it, if not only briefly. "The idea can work. We can shadow you from afar. We'll have to hide a black Den-Den in either your torso or arm, preferably the former." -- leaning his head back against the wall, the strategist needed to do just that. There are dozens of ways this could go wrong and Savertin and Rockwood might not make it back; that doesn't go without saying Jaqk's not either. "You're going to have to make it personal; sell more for less, otherwise they'll just send mooks to your establishment. If they do that, I believe you're capable of taking care of them." -- he paused for a moment,"Don't kill them, of course and allow them to return defeated by the 'new up and comer' get away and report back to Misery and Restless. If their mooks can't handle it, it's likely they would do it themselves. It fits the profile, and all." -- it wasn't completely said in their dossier, but words can play tricks for a person and have hidden secrets within them. "Like Mr. Rockwood said, if we get them out of their territory and into 'ours'- we should be able to capture them. The fight that we know will happen is going to be tough. I've had my fair share of Fishmen, and they're no sparing partner." -- Jaqk leaned forward from the wall and took off his Marine cap off and placed it on Rockwood's table. "Just don't go messing up." [OOC: I'm so sorry for taking so long. This is my first day off work for like, nine days.] Edited by Emoisum, Apr 18 2013, 07:42 PM.
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| Silim | Apr 29 2013, 12:51 AM Post #12 | |
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[Since ultrabot still isn't replying, he's now getting played out of the SL.] Puns, puns and more puns, but Savertin sure did enjoy them. After all, a bit of humor right before diving into incredible danger was a good way of loosening up and not thinking about the possibility of becoming shark food. This mission had even more danger for him than it normally would, but oh well... He'd manage, somehow. "Alright, seems like we have a plan then. Just gotta sell myself as a crooked criminal, and make it as personal as I can without being too obvious..." A normal marine would have a lot more trouble with this task, Sol was sure of it. With a quick jump to his feet, he rotated both of his shoulders while having a smirk plastered all over his face. "Sounds like some good fun." Leaving the office, Bennett was staying behind for now. He probably had to do the paperwork for them - after all, grabbing some drugs from the lab wasn't exactly allowed under normal circumstances. Still, Sol and Jaqk were heading there right now to do just that. "Left arm and torso are a bit robotic, yep." Time to actually answer the questions from his superior for Sol. "I've a small stash installed in the torso, should be big enough for the black Den-Den. And if nobody tries to shank me, they won't know the difference anyway, thanks to the fake skin. I must say, the technicians did a fine job with it, otherwise this job could be tricky." There was only one other thing that Sol had to ask before they reached the lab with the drugs they could use as free bait. "Just one thing, Sir. If Misery and Restless show up, how long do you give me against them alone?" After all, they were both fishmen, physically superior to humans in nearly every way, even outside the water. If they attacked him personally, he'd have to defend himself alone for at least a bit. "I mean, it's not like I'm particularly scared or anything, but I've had basic training only. I'm durable, but not the fastest or strongest guy around." |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Apr 30 2013, 01:16 PM Post #13 | |
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The masked Marine and the cyborg Ensign made their way from Rockwood's far too small of an office and was trekking their way toward the evidence room. The young Marine had finally answered Jaqk's question from earlier as they stepped toward the door- there was a window next to the door that lead to the evidence locker with a Marine on guard inside. Reaching into his pocket, Jaqk pulled out an ID card with his full name and a photo; granted it was just a photo of him wearing the mask, but it was enough for the Marine behind the window to allow access to both Usuaroku and Savertin. With a press of a button, the door unlocked and they would enter. The Marine base, as a whole, wasn't the tidiest of things, but the two were lucky enough that the Marine that was 'chief' of the small base had his men organize the majority of the evidence room, as soon as he caught word of the plan. They were quick to work, "Good, good." -- he said in response to Savertin giving a simple, and to the point summary of his cybernetics as they entered. But it wasn't a mere few seconds later he had to pop a question that Jaqk did expect to eventually come his way. It wasn't anything hard to respond to, especially since Jaqk had put a small amount of thought toward it, earlier. "... They really went all out. I knew he had gone through basic training.. but that's all he had?" -- the masked bearer had hopes that the men he was having assigned to him had some field experience. Savertin was a former thief-gone-marine. Jaqk had gone through basic training years ago; and since then he has been on multiple cases. While his expertise was more-so in investigating than striking first and questions later. He would rather handle a matter with words, than violence. He's somewhat of a pacifist- but the masked Marine does have his limits. There is only so much that he can take; so much he can do before he and Ringo are at the go. "It all depends on how well we 'set up' shop. An estimation would be about sixty seconds- two minutes, top. I'll be close by, but not that close. We can't risk having Nufrof and Pomello being tipped off- we have no room for error, Savertin." -- Usuaroku walked over to a fairly-sized steel table; there were several boxes, as well as a clipboard on top of them all. Taking off his Marine cap and placing it on top of the boxes, he took the clipboard and scanned it over; they had a few select to choose from and were given permission to take out on the streets for the 'greater good' - there was a player in the midst that was higher than Jaqk, Savertin or anyone in this entire building. For whatever reason, Jaqk was chosen to be their Knight. "It says here that Misery and Restless are known to deal with 'clam juice'." -- freeing a hand from holding the clipboard, Jaqk reached out and opened up one of the boxes and took out a single, small baggy of this so-called 'clam juice'. "Small, green jell-like pill. I suppose it's an easier way to sell the product- 'jelly-fying' it and all." -- dropping it back into the box, he put the clipboard on top of another box. He ran a hand over the top of his head- where his hair would be if it existed; 'combing' it through it meant that Jaqk was thinking of something- in this case, it was the job at hand. "You'll probably need to.. 'dirty' yourself up a bit." -- he looked over to Savertin, giving him a look over, "I imagine you didn't pack much clothing, if any- I didn't see you with any bags. There are probably some in here that fit you." -- the masked bearer shrugged as he opened up another box and started to count them- checking the list over to make sure that they were all here; considering the condition of the whole base and it's men, Jaqk wouldn't be all that surprised if some of this clam juice was missing. |
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| ultrabot | May 1 2013, 05:33 PM Post #14 | |
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Just a note to confirm that I'm dropping out of the sl. Good luck guys!
Edited by ultrabot, May 2 2013, 03:43 AM.
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| Silim | May 14 2013, 12:24 PM Post #15 | |
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[I'm so friggin sorry it took me this long to post. Shoot me next time.] "Two minutes, eh? Fine by me. I guess I'll finally get to try out my shiny new toy." Without even really thinking about it, Sol was opening and closing his left, cybernetic fist. It was a trait that he had acquired shortly after getting this new arm - as if to make sure that it was still there. He'd probably never get used to the feeling of having a metal arm fully. That didn't stop him from grinning right now, though - there was no sense in worrying himself sick right now! Once in the room, Sol once again noticed how small this marine outpost really was compared to the one in Loguetown. Probably not a fair comparison, since Loguetown was one of the most important gateway-islands into the Grand Line, but still... This was just sad. With a sigh he took a closer look at the green pill that Jaqk had taken from the stock... So that was the drug in question? "'Clam juice'... Can't say I've heard of it before. Do we have a full list of effects it causes?" While asking that question, the young marine grabbed a few clothes from the ones that the marines had taken from random criminals. They looked bad, smelled bad and would get the 'bad' image across nicely. After all, Sol had experience with slimy drug dealers, although he had never been one himself. Heck, he had even prefered a nice, clean style back during his criminal career, since nobody suspected the clean and tidy - but he wasn't about to break it to Jaqk or anyone else that he knew more about criminal psychology than them. 'Sol Savertin' was just a random young marine cyborg... For them. "We'll need to set up at least a makeshift drug lab in our base of operations, too. Doesn't have to be fully authentic, I doubt the buyers know the difference." Sol then said, after having finished grabbing a few clothes. There really wasn't anywhere he could change easily, so... he simply did it right there. Not like there was much reason to feel ashamed around colleagues, and afterwards, he certainly looked like a slimy, but dashing rogue... Now, Sol was wearing a grey shirt, that had probably been white at some point, under a brown and dusty mantle, with a fedora on his head to hide his obvious hairstyle. Also adding to it were some darker pants and black boots. The sword that the marine usually carried on his side was also still there, almost completely hidden by the long mantle. This outfit was probably going to make him sweat like hell in the climate around here, but that was totally worth it if his appearance worked for the job. "What do ya think, Jaqk? Does that look dirty enough?" |
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Daguva N. Zeba • Seaman • Martial Artist / Doctor • Division G-666 • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: West Blue Stats Hinawa Hyoukai • Shipwright • Smith / Carpenter • Freedom Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500'000 • Location: East Blue Stats
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