Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2011 12:04:21 GMT -5
It was decided that able marines stationed in both the North and East Blue were to be deployed on the latest marine front in the fight for Maricea. With it the marines would have a powerful new base of operations and more importantly a plentiful, untapped source of sea stone. As such ships laden in the material the occupants would be fighting to obtain began trips along the calm belt to the East Blue and shorter travels straight to the very close North Blue. Amongst the new arrival all of whom were of lower to mid ranks, two were to be summoned. Lieutenant Black, one of the highest ranking officers from the new dispatch and Seaman Recruit Williams, the only Seaman Recruit to be summoned thus far.
However, perhaps the small number and the relative low ranks of the marine men being called in so far spoke less of how short on spare resource the marines were, and perhaps more on how much they underestimated the ferocity and determination of the island natives. Time would reveal just how much resilience they would face.
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The two men were ushered into an office, the pair of marine escorts who had accompanied them had open the door, turned abruptly and closed the doors behind them, assumedly now standing guard outside. The room was lavishly decorated; a red leather sofa on the one side, plants, pictures and an unusual headdress all decorated the room’s walls and floor. The air smelt of smoke, although a window was open taking some of the smokes potency away. The source of the air contaminant was a smartly dressed man who much like the room was lavishly decorated, his fingers were laden with jewelled rings and his blonde hair fell into place naturally, yet perfectly. He was leant back on his expensive chair, one leg folded and rested on the other. His shirt unbuttoned his manner relaxed yet somehow commanding, he exuded self importance as his handsome features fell on the two new arrivals he took a long puff on his cigar taking both a cloud of smoke and the new arrivals in. In front of him on the otherwise empty desk lay both men’s files.
Slowly he turned to the man who was wearing the odd clothes; he carried a cane and wore a large top hat, the marine insignia wrapped around his right arm the only symbol that he was indeed one at all. This man was in turn looking at the third man, who by comparison made the average heighted but strangely dressed man look positively tiny. In reaction to the height the man in the hat was glancing at the taller toe to head and then head to toe again, emphasising the fact overly dramatically and then to top it off he turned to catch the eye of his superior and silently mouthed the word ‘wow.’ Dismissing the silent comment entirely the man in the chair began to speak.
“Firstly gentleman, let me say welcome to Maricea. As you probably know I am Rear Admiral Robert Raice. Pleasantries aside, Lieutenant Black, due to your seniority of rank and past performance taking down the uhm... Cross Pirates was it? You are to be placed in charge of our ninth division. You will be escorted to our newly established and northern most camp, newly and are defend it until I send order for the unified push.
I am sure you’ve already been aptly briefed but in case you haven’t let me lay out what’s going on here. To the north lies a battlefield, it is situated between two savage tribes and the frontline of our progress. These men have proven both... entirely uncivilised and to be enemies of the forces of justice and initiated this conflict. The goal is to destroy the hostiles and capture those non-aggressors. We can then harvest the raw material, the sea stone and harness it for the greatest good. A word of warning though... despite their savagery, these tribesmen have a certain... base cunning and are highly dangerous.”
The words hung in the air for a moment as the Rear Admiral took another long puff on his cigar before turning his attention to the other man. “Seaman r—or should I say, ex-captain Williams. Reading your file was certainly... interesting. I don’t care what it is you’ve done, of the men I’ve been sent you’re quite possibly a rare resource indeed, what you are now is useful, or at least potentially useful. You will head up division nine alongside the Lieutenant here; although he is the senior officer perhaps you’ll be able to teach him a thing or two, eh? Either way, perform well and maybe you’ll see some of your former title restored, but screw up again and well... just don’t screw up.”
Placing his cigar down slowly the speaker slowly rose to his feet and turned to face both men.
“Division nine has been formed as you’ve been briefed, we have screened the fifteen most able new arrivals and they shall be waiting for you. You are to be my frontline gentlemen, brief your men as you see fit but make sure you do what you’re told and everything will go just swimmingly. I have here a map we have managed to produce from observation, familiarise yourself with it but remember it is far from comprehensive. Your mission here is to neutralise the island for the benefit of the entire marine forces, it is highly important work, but to the savages... this is a war. Horses are the best mode of transport here... other trivia I suppose you’ll be told or figure out, speaking of which... your division will be waiting for you along with two supply carts. I will make sure carts make it to you regularly as you progress up the island and that orders reach you... you must make sure you have reports ready to be sent straight back. That is all gentleman, do you have any questions."
Regardless of if there were questions or weren’t the Rear Admiral would lift his cigar and take yet another deep puff before either answering and then concluding, or simply concluding;
“Very good, dismissed.”[/blockquote]