Post by Vio on Aug 1, 2020 7:56:33 GMT -5
Yvionne #1Six years ago, The United Farms of Windia sought out that which they had previously refused. Sacrificing autonomy in order to persevere through increasingly trying times during the Golden Age of Piracy, its people, its lands, its identity all fell into place under the banner of the World Government. In exchange for political and commercial loyalty, it had been granted the protection of the government’s police and military forces when required. And now, as the world sailed yet deeper into the New Age, it needed that protection…—— AT SEA, APPROX. 3 NAUTICAL MILES FROM SHORE ——
A strong sea breeze billowed against the sails of a moderately sized Marine vessel, its hull cutting through the lazurite waters of the West Blue. The course had been set; their destination? Flat Farm Island, more specifically the coastal town of Paddyville. Recently besieged by pirates, the gentle hillscapes offered a naturally defensible position in comparison to the mostly flattened plains of the rest of the country. Windia’s primary farmland for rice and taro had been, in the last fortnight, transformed into a piratical fortress.
The locals wanted them out.
… Her mind mostly silent as she sat in her office, Yngvildr Yvionne simply cast plum eyes upon the parchments that lay upon the desk before her. In all official capacity, this was a Captain’s office, but the Junior Lieutenant had been granted the privilege of commanding the vessel and its units for the sake of the mission. It was a temporary measure to suit the needs of the mission, as were the troops that had been assigned to the contingent. But for them, she seldom cared, so long as they upheld duty and discipline.
With one glance at the map upon which had been inked the intended landing spot, and another to the freshly printed image of a flat-faced man with prominent brow and coarse hair tied into a long rattail, Yvie stood up. The mission was simple, an elaborate stratagem unnecessary; all they needed to do was make landfall about a mile north, then march south into the town. The enemy would have little time to react. No defence would go unbroken. No pirate would be left standing.
She approached the office door, taking a moment to unpeg her Justice Coat and rest it over her shoulders. Rested upon a woven straw mat, the large head of an immense, square-headed hammer glimmered with a dull turquoise iridescence. One hand wrapped around the haft, effortlessly raising it from the mat and resting it over her shoulder. The door opened, through it she stepped, the knocking of black boots upon timbers sticking justly to rhythm as she advanced down the corridor and out onto the upper deck of the ship. A strong breeze ruffled steely locks and warm sun heated medium fair skin, but plum eyes gazed with cold emptiness across the horizon, then rank and file…{Post Synopsis:—}
Yvionne silently prepares herself for the coming battle, assessing her troops’ strategy and their enemy’s face before stepping out onto the deck in preparation to command her forces.
Yngvildr Yvionne ❘ #8e4585 ❘ Lieutenant, Junior Grade