Post by Vio on Sept 17, 2022 9:09:14 GMT -5
Yvionne #11
Argyle watched in equal parts disgust and curiosity as Leman surrendered the use of weaponry and instead relied upon his fists to utterly pulverise the creature. The horrid squelch of slick flesh beneath a barrage of blows was sickening to the stomach, but the demolitions expert had a stronger constitution than he might have let on. Slow threshing and lunging eventually came to a halt until the brutish soldier’s assault, visible indentation in the monstrosity’s flesh where heavier blows had landed. Where blade and bullet failed, blunt force trauma did not.
“Eck! N– Nice job,” the Petty Officer stuttered, cautiously poking the carcass with the tip of his knife once Leman had stepped back. No movement, no reactions, and a distinct lack of resistance safely assured the man of its demise. “Though, I guess Dubrovnik’s meeting more and more resistance,” he considered. He made to speak again, but another voice—a voice projected throughout the structure—interrupted his attempt.
“Greetings, men and women of the World Navy. So glad you could join us on this fair voyage across the seas,” a man’s voice echoed, low and coarse, through the mouths of what had to have been an array of communications snails. “With great regret, I must inform you that we hadn’t explicitly prepared a suitable welcome for your arrival—preparations were rushed at best. But, I would like to introduce you to the man who so kindly arranged this surprise party for you,” he said, a sinister tone in his voice as the transponder snails reiterated the sounds of pained, feeble struggle and the dragging of a body to the receiver.“S– Spare… Me,” a man coughed:
“Th– They won’t… M– Monsters…”“Now, now. Play your part: Read your lines…”
Gulp! A nervous swallow echoed.
“M– My name is… Castle. MCPO. Communications. I…,” he spluttered, “I have a message, to be recited on behalf of my captors: ‘This ship and its crew have been commandeered by myself and my chosen companions as recompense for our unfair imprisonment, b– brutal treatment, and unsuitable living conditions at the hands of the Marines. Fate decided that we would m– meet aboard this vessel and so, on fate’s behalf, we shall usher in a new regime. S– Surrender your weapons, abandon your duties, and cast aside your ranks, o– or…’”“Don’t stop now,” the dark voice said:
“These last few lines are the most vital…”
He’s weak, Junior Lieutenant Yngvildr thought as she continued to walk through the halls. Elsewhere, brief bursts of gunfire indicated small skirmishes between Marines and rampant prisoners, though she had yet to encounter such immediate hostilities. Taking orders from the enemy is a disgrace upon the Marines, she established with only the most vague of utterances. No Marine in their right mind would obey the commands of an enemy, no honourable soldier nor officer would allow themselves to break and bend to the will of a criminal. That was their lot, so she believed.
“‘Or face judgement by your own actions. A– After all, many of you have already f– felled your c– comrades, believing them to… to be the enemy! A… Ask yourselves this, who is the real criminal? H– He who kills without question, or he who takes the time to study his prey…?’ I– I can’t do this anymore! Spare us, pl– Argh?!”
Stunned silence.“My apologies, esteemed audience,” the first voice announced:
“Our volunteer overstayed his time in the spotlight…”Click…!
“Ma’am! You heard that, right? What are our orders?” asked a Marine over the Den Den Mushi. Proof of the discord likely being sewn amongst the 86th Division’s ranks for those that had put it together—and a stark realisation to come for those who hadn’t. Yvionne’s expression tightened.—— MEANWHILE ——
“My, my. It sounds like you’ve made quite the mess, good sir,” spoke a man as Ragusa advanced. A figure emerging from the shadows of a hallway within the ship, accompanied by the rhythmic tap of a cane upon the boards. “What misfortune has befallen you, eh?” He was a lanky man, no taller than six foot, dressed in a bit of a mix of inmate clothing and Marine attire—the presence of an officer’s coat on his shoulders made him look much more important than he probably had any right being. A thin, protruding moustache on his top lip and round glasses of wire frame gave him a distinct look, with pointed chin and wavy black and grey hair kept beneath a Marine cap.“Pardon my aesthetic,” he said, brushing his collar:
“I had to make the most of a limited wardrobe…”{Post Synposis:}
With the creature defeated, an announcement sweeps the ship, revealing a dark fact, after which a strange man approaches Ragusa.
NOTES:— N/A
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Yngvildr Yvionne | #8e4585 | Junior Lieutenant
Ragusa | #8f3d3d | Petty Officer
Leman | #fdc651 | Petty Officer
Nightingale [NPC] | #36b5dd | Warrant Officer
Argyle [NPC] | #e65219 | Petty Officer
The Shadow Man [NPC] | #709bac | ???
The Gentleman [NPC] | #aca270 | ???
The Girl [NPC] | #ac7085 | ???
Francis [NPC] | #72ac70 | ???
Unknown [NPC] | #7a70ac | ???
Jacob Talon [NPC] | #fada5e | Captain
Miscellaneous [NPC] | #eeeeee | #bbbbbb | #888888 | #555555
