Post by Konaa on Oct 19, 2015 17:16:33 GMT -5
Mission Ref No: MME-7
Toroa, West Blue
Rumor has it; a gang of thieves are going to hit the annual ball that takes place to celebrate the islands independence from both marine’s and pirates. You must attend the ball as normal citizens without revealing you are marines. Should the thieves decide to follow through with their operation, you must stop them. Remember, marines aren’t welcome so you must be careful not to blow your cover.
* * *
Slowly, an ancient-seeming caravel limped along the rocky coastline, creaking timbers echoing up and down an empty beach - in between the sounds of roaring thunder and the pattering of the rain about them. It wasn't a vessel that seemed even remotely seaworthy - and thus it had managed to slip by the Toroan patrols without much trouble. There was only so much policing of the surrounding waters a nation independent of the World Government could do. A focus on the island's traditions of high culture had left their navy slow and unresponsive.
Coming to a grinding halt at last, the ship dropped anchor some yards away from land...And remained still.
Within, the truth of the matter was quickly evident. This was no aging transport, but a heavily disguised Marine ship - One specifically designed for infiltration. They had slipped past the patrols of this unaffiliated island for a single purpose...There was a target within the borders of Toroa that necessitated the Marines to enter personally.
The hold of the caravel had remained dry thus far, though how long that would last was unclear. It wasn't large enough for a full complement, and there weren't more than ten Marines operating this vessel. Just the minimum required to carry it through.
Inside the hold was the "cargo" so to speak - The infiltration team. Assembled on short notice from the most able candidates available, their mission was to pursue an infamous ring of thieves responsible for a cross-island rampage of heists - the Jackals. And now, with B-4 having finally received solid intelligence as to their next target, it was located within a territory that considered them unwelcome on their shores.
Clearing his throat with a dramatic harumph, the ranking officer glared at the team seated at the table with narrowed eyes, witheringly. This was Lieutenant Heights, responsible for command over this mission. After a few moments, he began to speak, with a crisp sharp tone.
"Before we commence with the operation, we will review the facts one last time! This mission may be a departure from your usual postings and duties, but it is a matter of utmost urgency to the security of West Blue! We are short on time and options. The intelligence breakthrough that led us to identify this upcoming ball as the Jackals' next target was a stroke of good fortune - One we cannot rely upon to be repeated!"
"Should they escape, we have no indication of where they will strike next. They could rob a dozen more islands before we picked up their trail again! And thus, in spite of the risks, B-4 has authorized this deployment. Your primary objective is the apprehension of the Jackals, and the foiling of their robbery. But equally important is that you maintain your cover as civilians. We risk a diplomatic incident should our presence be discovered here. Attempts to reach the Toroan government about the Jackals have been...unsuccessful. This remains our only option to see these vile thieves face justice!" The lieutenant slammed his fist into the oaken surface, gritting his teeth.
"I will provide support via Transponder Snail from the ship. But communication is only to occur in the event of an emergency - This is a stealth mission, first and foremost. Now, are they any questions?"
Almost immediately, a hand flew up from one of the three seated across from the officer. Heights almost groaned on the spot, knowing the nature of the young man in question by now...
"Uh, yeah, I have one." Konaa cast his gaze about himself for a second, seemingly quiet and analytical...Before abruptly slamming his hand down on the table and jabbing a finger at his "partners," an agitated expression on his face.
"How the hell are THOSE TWO going to sneak ANYWHERE!?"
Toroa, West Blue
Rumor has it; a gang of thieves are going to hit the annual ball that takes place to celebrate the islands independence from both marine’s and pirates. You must attend the ball as normal citizens without revealing you are marines. Should the thieves decide to follow through with their operation, you must stop them. Remember, marines aren’t welcome so you must be careful not to blow your cover.
* * *
Slowly, an ancient-seeming caravel limped along the rocky coastline, creaking timbers echoing up and down an empty beach - in between the sounds of roaring thunder and the pattering of the rain about them. It wasn't a vessel that seemed even remotely seaworthy - and thus it had managed to slip by the Toroan patrols without much trouble. There was only so much policing of the surrounding waters a nation independent of the World Government could do. A focus on the island's traditions of high culture had left their navy slow and unresponsive.
Coming to a grinding halt at last, the ship dropped anchor some yards away from land...And remained still.
Within, the truth of the matter was quickly evident. This was no aging transport, but a heavily disguised Marine ship - One specifically designed for infiltration. They had slipped past the patrols of this unaffiliated island for a single purpose...There was a target within the borders of Toroa that necessitated the Marines to enter personally.
The hold of the caravel had remained dry thus far, though how long that would last was unclear. It wasn't large enough for a full complement, and there weren't more than ten Marines operating this vessel. Just the minimum required to carry it through.
Inside the hold was the "cargo" so to speak - The infiltration team. Assembled on short notice from the most able candidates available, their mission was to pursue an infamous ring of thieves responsible for a cross-island rampage of heists - the Jackals. And now, with B-4 having finally received solid intelligence as to their next target, it was located within a territory that considered them unwelcome on their shores.
Clearing his throat with a dramatic harumph, the ranking officer glared at the team seated at the table with narrowed eyes, witheringly. This was Lieutenant Heights, responsible for command over this mission. After a few moments, he began to speak, with a crisp sharp tone.
"Before we commence with the operation, we will review the facts one last time! This mission may be a departure from your usual postings and duties, but it is a matter of utmost urgency to the security of West Blue! We are short on time and options. The intelligence breakthrough that led us to identify this upcoming ball as the Jackals' next target was a stroke of good fortune - One we cannot rely upon to be repeated!"
"Should they escape, we have no indication of where they will strike next. They could rob a dozen more islands before we picked up their trail again! And thus, in spite of the risks, B-4 has authorized this deployment. Your primary objective is the apprehension of the Jackals, and the foiling of their robbery. But equally important is that you maintain your cover as civilians. We risk a diplomatic incident should our presence be discovered here. Attempts to reach the Toroan government about the Jackals have been...unsuccessful. This remains our only option to see these vile thieves face justice!" The lieutenant slammed his fist into the oaken surface, gritting his teeth.
"I will provide support via Transponder Snail from the ship. But communication is only to occur in the event of an emergency - This is a stealth mission, first and foremost. Now, are they any questions?"
Almost immediately, a hand flew up from one of the three seated across from the officer. Heights almost groaned on the spot, knowing the nature of the young man in question by now...
"Uh, yeah, I have one." Konaa cast his gaze about himself for a second, seemingly quiet and analytical...Before abruptly slamming his hand down on the table and jabbing a finger at his "partners," an agitated expression on his face.
"How the hell are THOSE TWO going to sneak ANYWHERE!?"