Where Eagles Dare [Lassa]

[Jess]

Oho~? Bold enough to hold your ground against me, hm~?

Natasha Novak

“Hraaa!!!” Perhaps something of a liar if she said that she didn't feel teeniest, tiniest sense of wicked thrill run up her spine as she twisted the stretch of timber she held within her hand and then snapped it across the back of her enemy, even when she was merely sparring with several of the burlier and better figures upon the deck Natasha Novak had to admit that she felt at home here far more than most other locales and circumstances, and found her lips curving because of this fact. Smirking to herself as she felt her pulse hammering and the dew of sweat decorating her brow as she fended off a group of men at once as a little warm up for herself, the crimson colour in her irises gleamed and looked just as sharp as that of an eagle as the sun caught it, and had she not found herself being interrupted by the crisp voice of a figure striding out to join her she likely would have stayed exactly where she was until these poor fools found themselves in the infirmary.

"Bullying the men again, Natasha?"

Instead seeming to be roused from the trance by the words of the man who commanded the craft, she and the shapes who were able around her seemed to brace as the captain took to the deck, and each raised a hand to their temple to show him the respect of his rank, and bearing. Not a bad officer by any degree and perhaps one who Tasha might just had admitted to being proud to serve, she knew several who she might have been as ready to flog as she was the men around her, but here in the Grand Line they seemed to be made of sterner and more appropriate mettle.

“I'm sure these men will suffer for a little extra training, besides…” Enjoying that fact and the rapport which she had developed which enabled her to speak a little more candidly and cockily than perhaps most officers would allow, having been assigned as his first officer Miss Novak knew that there was only one face aboard now who could countermand her decisions, or perhaps two, but we'll get to the latter.
“I have to do something to get ready for the mission somehow, right?” For now the flame-haired fox happy to bask in her feeling of authority however, even if it did seem to make the people beneath her groan and ache at times, she was found today in rather a good mood in fact. After all, from what she had heard, today was going to prove rather an interesting one indeed, wasn't it?

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	Sparring with a few of the men on deck, Natasha is engaged in a bit of a warm up, readying herself for the action which will follow. Finding her activity interrupted by the captain of the ship, they all salute and halt the activity, with Tasha brushing it off as a little extra training for her troops…

[Tokoz]

 The various Marines on the docks glanced up briefly as the tall figure approached, hat pulled low and shadowing her face. Nobody said anything at first, then one man with an officer's coat draped across his shoulders moved forwards. "May I see some identification, please?"

The hat tilted slowly, and one eye considered him emotionlessly with narrowed gaze. Then, a shiver ran along the suit the recently arrived individual was wearing. A leather fold was deposited into their palm, and they flipped it open to reveal their ID. 

Agent Lassa Iskario, Cipher Pol Blackpage Unit

"Understood." Said the officer slightly nervously, and Lassa's mouth tipped upwards in a smile. 

"I was wondering when someone would ask. Anyone can buy a suit, and plenty can be daring or stupid enough to impersonate Cipher Pol. Especially if people don't think to check." Folding the badge away, Lassa glanced around. There was the ship she was told to head for. In which case....

Crouching, hands returning to her pockets, Lassa leapt upwards. Her feet hit the air, and then-

Vmmmmmm

Kicking ten times in an instant, and kicking off the air. The theory was simple but the execution? That had taken countless broken limbs, strained muscles, embarassing crashes, and other such moments of practice. Still, she couldn't deny it was worth it. 

In an instant, the Kamisori technique brought her past dozens of Marines, to stop in mid-air a few feet above the deck of the ship. Landing with a soft tap, she looked back and forth. "Greetings. I'm Agent Lassa Iskario, or Cointoss. I'll be working alongside you today for this mission. It seems this will be a collaborative effort, due to the nature of events." 

Taking off her hat, she casually tossed it upwards whereupon it vanished. 

"So. If you don't mind my asking, what are we working with resources-wise?"

[Jess]

Oho~? Bold enough to hold your ground against me, hm~?

Natasha Novak

Who…?! Assuming her place at the side of her captain once her 'teaching' had ended, reflex seemed to play a greater part than rationale as a new face appeared upon the deck, and then seemed to see fit as to lunge through the air toward their 'head' in a manner which some might have considered in a manner deemed 'provocative'. Tasha among their number in that regard and for that reason readying herself to take action as a matter of course, the signs were subtle as the scarlet siren lifted one of her heels an inch or so off the ground whilst her index finger on the opposite side seemed to stiffen in preparation of potential attack, and might have made one think she was being hostile or disrespecting. However, in her mind, it was simply her instinct recognising a potential rival.

"Ah, Agent Iskario,
you'll be working closely with my second in command, so I'll let her take you through the particulars?"

The captain of their craft seeming more cordial in his reception than that of his junior and as such appearing more relaxed as their 'guest' approached him, though rank between the services didn't exactly seem to transcribe the man in charge did see the value in showing respect to one from their sister service, as well as allowing his ambitious first officer take the lead on the ground operation as well.
Awfully demanding, isn't she? Miss Novak meanwhile seeming keen on the idea of gaining an understanding on her 'partner' for the operation which would follow, the redhead had to admit to a certain curiosity toward the bearing of a party who looked to be something of a closed book to them, and though she chided her mentally she might have also noted a commonality in their rather direct method all the same.

“We're going to have this craft take the lead, however we have two battlecruisers on standby, should the occasion call for it?” For that reason not wasting too much time before she stepped over to the charts of the area which had been laid out upon the deck, Tasha gestured to the miniatures which represented the reserves they had holding back, and elaborated on why they had elected to take the lead with something a bit swifter and sleeker.
“However, given the delicacy of the operation, something quicker and lighter makes for a more valuable vanguard?” Certainly thinking that the nature of their mission here made discretion the better part of the valour to be seen, the last thing they needed was for their enemies to catch sight of them, but not because of how their ship and crew would suffer of course. No, this particular occasion had it's own irritating wrinkle, didn't it?

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