Start of a Legend? Escape Tequila! [Nasa & White]

[White Mimic]

Klaus glared pitifully at Corvun's remark, keeping the expression of despair in the undertones of his face. "I'm not a killer. They're... they're fine, I think." He seemed heavily unsure of himself as he looked down his bloody path. Most of the bodies that had been dispatched in his wake were still moving, the only dead ones had been taken care of by others. Though, the blood on his claws had appeared quite menacing indeed, as if he were one of those maniacal serial killers he had read about.

He turned around to face Corvun, only then realizing the wound in his gut. "...oh my go-BRPH!" He threw a glove up to his face, covering his mouth with the lower palm and wrist, taking extra care to not scratch himself on the blades. His torso twisted lightly, Klaus himself doing his best to keep from vomitting at the sight of the carnage all around the bridge. The violence seemed to catch up to him, or maybe it was his over-exertion at the technique he had used for the first time in his life. Either way, the quick flick up to his face, splattered him with the blood of his targets and that was enough to regurgitate a little. He forced it back down again and tried to ask what had happened but didn't want to look in that direction anymore, fixedly staring at the largest white spots of snow he could find. Corvun asking about wounds during the trek down the bridge wasn't helping.

"Dunno. Don't wanna talk about that right now..." He was holding his stomach, semi-recovered from the near vommiting experience only moments ago, but still squeamish at the sight of blood and violence. They were approaching houses when he noticed that they hadn't gotten Isaak. "Isn't Isaak coming with us?" No answer. Klaus figured that Corvun couldn't hear him at the increasing volume of wind. He would have to ask later. The weather was getting worse by the minute, taking his mind off of warzone imagery at least long enough to try and keep up with a fast moving Corvun. Shortly, he passed Corvun in their jog, though it was merely because Corvun had fallen down. Klaus looked down the bridge and then back at Corvun, hoping he would've gotten up on his own to continue, but there was no such luck.

He quickly jogged back to his companion and hastily removed the gloves, putting them back on their clips under his coat, and hoisted Corvun up, throwing the man's arm over his own shoulders and helping him hop down the bridge.

~~~

"Shit. I forgot about the guards."

"What're we going to do?" Klaus tried to keep the both of them as far out of the guards' lines of sight as possible.

"Get them out of there Klause! I'll be there in a second!"

He looked desperately at Corvun before nodding and leaning him against a wall. He didn't want to get any more involved with the marines than he already had, but there wasn't much choice, they were in the way of their escape. He put the gloves back on, running for the slaves. Nimbly he leapt over one slave, using their back as a spring board, and slashed one of the marines weapons out of his hands. “Deplaisant Humoresque!” A second marine advanced on him and he did the same to that man’s weapon, the sound of a multi-strike clanking through the air. He turned to the slaves who were still fighting and yelled at the top of his lungs. “There’s no time, we have to get out of here!” More marines started advancing, one even came close to hitting Klaus with his picked up sword. Klaus retaliated by kicking him in the gut and elbowing him in the face. He frantically looked about at the marines, backing away with the slaves behind him.

[Nasakeshira]

Kyle and Shortie were lying down face first in a pull of blood as Avon rigorously guarded from the three that stood in the way of freedom. The women huddled around the children, protecting their eyes from the bloodshed. The situation was grim, losing ground Avon slowly stepped back before he was able to completely get loose of the Marine's fangs. Shouting at the small mass of slaves to hide nearby Avon engaged again before the onset of blades forced him to defend once again.

Meanwhile, Corvun limped ahead as Klause left his side. There was still a small bit of ground to cover before he reached the building line, but by then the snow had really worsened. His visibility was at such a level that he could barely see three feet in front of him. Reaching out his hand he touched something, the grainy and familiar texture of wood was finally beneath his hand. Although this building had already burnt out and was singed, he made a small celebration in his head. I made it, I made it repeated his thoughts. Clutching at his wound in the gut he coughed up a spray of blood as it was taken away by the gusting wind. Moving forward he could hear the the sound of clashing steel, the action was not far now. Klause was yelling and trying to speak reason to the group, but his actions had no effect. Blood lust had overtaken and they cared nor dared to listen for this was finally their chance at vengeance. Limping up to Klause, he grabbed him by the shirt and yelled, "lets get out of here! We need to get to the rendezvous or they might leave us stranded on this piece of [expletive] bridge!" Giving them one last chance he yelled run, hopefully a word or two would reach them. Only three of the rowdy slaves listened retreating with Klause and Corvun they went a good distance back until the other slaves were out of sight. The three were speaking in a dialect he didn't understand, they all spoke at the same time and very quickly at that, "quid agatur in inferno est, quid faciemus? Quomodo circa stationes pergeret ut nunc. Volo familiam meam relinquo familiare iam diximus ire." Most of the questions seemed to be towards Klause.

"What?" Corvun yelled while his faced displayed a mass of confusion, "I don't understand what you're saying, BUT WE NEED TO GET TO THE SHIP!" The last part of the sentence was spoken loudly and slowly. "Do you understand?" The trio looked at him, and then continued yelling their questions at Klause. This was giving him a headache, "lets go they'll probably follow us." Corvun began trekking to the side north side of the bridge. Turning to walk down its distance to the east. Clutching his wounded midsection he limped forward a bit before stopping, "get to the bridge." Collapsing to the ground not a second after.

((OOC: Haha Mim Sorry that was kinda quick, but I decided we should push ahead. See what I did here too. 8:58 PM, Exactly 12 hours from your post at 8:58 I delayed this post 4 hours just so I could do that.))

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

Marcus stepped back down to the room he had spent the night. Although morning was yet to come, they were near there destination and it was therefore time to get into gear. With the task of waking the rest of the squad, Marcus Rayne got to work. "Guys, we're here ... The Captain has ordered us all to gear up and report for duty on the deck within the next 15 minutes." Rayne informed his fellow soldiers in his deep monotone voice, turning away almost immediately after delivering his message. There were a few grunts and confirmations that followed but he didn't pay much attention to them.

With a lack of personality, a strong presence and a rough voice, despite only being a new recruit, he held a sense of authority amongst his fellow soldiers. Even those who were of a higher rank than him. Perhaps it was due to his age but most likely, it was because they could sense his power and the intimidation that he possessed. Without even wanting to, Rayne had the ability to spread fear into those around him that held a weak will. He worked his way through the remaining rooms, making sure to carry out his task to completion before he returned to the deck. He saw the captain make his way out of a room. Although he wasn't sure it was that rested in the room but he could tell it was somebody of some importance. A high-ranked marine perhaps.

The Captain waited for the rest of the recruits to make their way to the deck. Amongst them were mostly ensigns along with a handful of new recruits that held potential. Rayne being one of them. Many had been surprised when Rayne had come to signup for the marines. There were awkward glances between them for it was uncommon for a man of his age to decide to join up with the ranks.

Even from the short distance that remained, Rayne could tell the construction was very large. It was a big project, the building of this bridge. It was larger than any he had ever come across, although perhaps due to having only a small portion of memory available, there weren't many bridges he had seen. The project was still incomplete which was probably why they still had slaves working on it. The thought of slaves did disturb Rayne a little. Were they actual slaves or more like workers. He wasn't quite sure. He would find out when they got there. He had heard there was some trouble with pirates causing a ruckus, delaying the building of this bridge.

He had overheard his fellow recruits talking about the project having been started 700 years ago. That was an awfully long time ago. People must have lived their whole lives at this bridge in building it. Work done by thousands and here were some pirates, trying to destroy it all. He wouldn't forgive them. It was stuff like this that made his blood boil.

"Listen up troops. We are to prepare all hands for combat. Every soldier on the ship will be called into action so I hope you are all geared up. I don't want any of you walking out there only to have your rifles jam up. I know there are many newcomers amongst you who have yet to taste an actual battle. This is very different to your simulation classes. The enemy will look to kill so its either you do what it takes to survive or perish." The Captain yelled out the message for all to hear as they lined up in formation. The thought of a marine's rifle jamming up in battle amused Rayne. Such useless marine's shouldn't be called into battle. They should stick to small tasks and leave the dangerous battle to the more capable. "Also, make sure no innocent slaves are harmed through the cross-fire. Vice-Admiral Adel was very clear on this matter." He added which put Rayne on alert. So the person in the room must have been Vice-Admiral Adel. To think a high-profile marine such as Adel was on board the ship surprised Rayne.

He was still in thought when the ship docked up into port. The marine's ahead of his began to line up into formation off the ship and onto the platform. Rayne remained in formation and followed up. Most marines were either carrying swords or rifles. It was the common weapon amongst them. Rayne chose to carry a short knife along with a one handed shotgun. It suited his fighting style. Up close and personal. That was not the only thing that was stand out about Rayne. Being part cyborg caused eyes to turn toward him wherever he went and he could feel them burning into his back as he stepped off the ship. Unlike his fellow recruits, he wore shotgun shells over his body with the traditional marine coat hanging on his shoulder. A cap he never wore.

[Masta Deltron]

Adel stood on the deck of the ship as the marines began to form up into separate formations on the deck. The ship shook as the anchors dropped into the water. The Captain began to bark out orders to the men. Adel had nothing to say while he surveyed the area. It was in utter turmoil, the lights they had seen from a far were actually fires. “Looks like the party have already started without us boys, and we can’t be to fashionably late!” Adel yelled. The marines began to cheer as they charged off to do battle with the enemy. Among these great men there was one that stood out of the bunch. He did not wear the traditional marine coat; instead he wore shotgun shells around his body. He looked a bit older than most new ensigns. “Interesting guy, I will keep my eye on him. “ Adel thought.

The marines began to step off the ship formation by formation. “Sir will you be staying on the ship? Or will you be joining us?” the Captain asked. Adel looked down at the man and gave him a simple smile. “I guess you will be joining us.” He saluted and ran off into the distance. Another formation was getting ready to leave the ship before they could.

Adel whispered “Soru,” as he vanished from the deck of the ship. The formation that the captain led was not too far ahead by using Soru, Adel was able to easily close the gap. At this rate whoever that was coming from the bridge to get to the ships would have to close the gap There was no guarantee they would be able to stop the pirates but at least they would be able to free the slaves. There was little to no resistance as the marines began to clear out the slave drivers that resisted arrest. Adel did not pay any attention to them, because he knew that the marines would be able to handle them. “Push forward men!” the Captain yelled as the marines rushed forward. He stood there with a smile on his face while he watched the men push forward.

"Well, hopefully they leave enough fun for me." he thought to himself. Then he began to causally walk down the bridge.

[White Mimic]

Klaus nodded in agreement with Corvun. After once more stowing the claws in their clips beneath his coat, Klaus helped his companion up to his feet and assisted in what was, he thought, to be the longest short trek to the ship. He didn't know any of the words that were being piled at him by the slaves, but he was fairly sure body language would carry through, at least for a while. He made the desperate gesture for them to follow while they could. He moved as quickly as Corvun's wound would allow the luxury, keeping his gaze on the horizon at all cost. The risk of throwing up at the sight of something like that was, in his mind, too great and they couldn't afford to slow down, not in this battlezone.

"How did you get like this? You're a much better fighter than I am." His eyes drifted towards Corvun's mid-section but he stopped himself before it was too late, quickly turning back to the cloud of snowfall ahead of him. This repeated twice more before he tried looking the other way. "I'm sure you're better than me in a lot of things. I'm so sorry that it's not me the way you are right now. It really should-" He stopped moving and remained silent all of a sudden. Wide-eyed, he stared through the snowfall, the white fog pelting him with flakes of burning snow, at the figures that had started to appear in the distance. More marines.

He turned off to the side and did his best to lift Corvun onto the edge of the bridge, pulling himself up beside him. He hastily looked over the edge at what he knew was the sea below. "I can't ask any more from you when you're like this! We're dead either way, but we aren't dead yet!" He pulled Corvun onto his back (barely) and stepped off the bridge, taking out one of his claws and plunging it into the side of the bridge. the sudden stop of their falling wrenched his wrist a bit, but it managed to support both of their weight for the moment. Klaus kept one hand tightly gripping whatever bit of Corvun he could hold onto, at least until he was sure they could make their way to the evacuation point or return to the surface of the bridge.

"...I think I may have broken my arm..." It wasn't broken, only fractured from the fall. Negativity made everything seem worse, even marginally.

[Nasakeshira]

Corvun's calm breathing was interrupted by a sudden huff of air escaping his lungs. Besides that he suffered nothing worse than his current injuries, dangling from one arm his unconscious body remained lax throughout the situation.

********

Haru had finally received reinforcements, although she suffered little wounds she had parried and returned fire for her life against one of the greatest swordsmen she had faced so far. The reinforcements passed her as they began sweeping down the bridge. It wasn't much time before the slaves were wiped out and a new batch would arrive to fill their places, it was a cruel and sad thought but it was true nonetheless. The many marines that had faced conflict were being carried away on stretchers, the few buildings that aren't burning were converted into temporary medical stations. Many were severely wounded many more were already dead. A group of ragtag slaves doing this much damage to the marines... who would have thought? But they had the help of a master strategist and swordsman who could have trained most if not all to an equivalent of marine swordsmanship. Hell even the Slaves endurance would be greater than that of a Marine, they've been working this hard for their entire lives without a break. Haru sighed as her train of thought progressed, would this be passed down as another great blunder or buried away like so many other things. She wiped her nose as she looked up, she had not realized a snowstorm had moved in. "Officers report back to the ship for medical treatment no need to hinder this operation with your wounded bodies." They gave her a sloppy and muttered, "sir, yes sir." And limped away down the ramps. Fighting against the wind she started into a jog and then began speeding up to a sprint, she was running alongside a man. Looking to her side she realized it was the Vice-Admiral Adel at the sight she smiled this situation should end up clean and on top of that there was finally someone to recognize hardwork. She could finally be promoted if she catches Avon she made her move. "Vice-Admiral Adel, Sir. I am Commander Haru Cardinal. This situation was a result of Avon Carter organizing and training the slaves, sir. Our objective now should be to find Carter and put an end to this fight."

Far out in the distance a suicidal force waited to engage these marines. The slaves wouldn't go down without a fight, if they were not dead they would fight to the bitter end.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

“Looks like the party have already started without us boys, and we can’t be to fashionably late!” Vice-Admiral Adel shouted indicating the marines should get a move on and get involved.

From the corner of his eye, Marcus Rayne observed the Vice-Admiral who had followed them on the mission at hand. The captain and Adel spoke but Rayne was quick to change his glance as Adel sent a look in his direction. It wasn't awkward for Rayne to have people stare him out for he was a mysterious individual, even to himself.

The tactic they had employed was well thought out. Those wanting to escape would have to go through them to get to the ships and Rayne was certain. No man would be able to get to those boats without going through him first. "Looks like these bad boys are in for a rough time." Rayne muttered to himself under his breath. It wasn't long till the gap between them and the trouble-makers closed in.

“Push forward men!” Came the call from their captain. This is the moment Rayne was waiting for. A chance to get into the action. Lifting his arm to a horizontal straight, he activated the Nexus Claw that was attached to his wrist in place of his left hand. In his right, he equipped the very efficient 'Gage', his one-handed shotgun. With the call of the captain Marcus Rayne charged forward instilling fear into all that stood in his way. He disregarded what occured with the marines surrouding him. Some were wounded, some were struck down but Rayne only concentrated on the enemy that was still standing. He decided it wouldn't be wise to use his shotgun from point blank range for it could kill these trouble-makers. Judgement was for the marine council to take care of. His job was to supress the movement.

Most of these men were slaves who were rebelling. It seemed somebody had trained these men to rebel and fight. Most likely the pirates that were here. A young man charged towards Rayne with his sword raised. Although he was afraid and there was uncertainty in his eyes. He fought his fears and charged for him. Rayne admired his bravery but he had a job to do. 'Gage Rage Shot' he called as he shot his bullet from a distance. The bullet pierced the leg of the young man, sending his sprawling to the ground. He couple of his accomplices helped him up and took him away as several more took his place to take Rayne on. The cyborg enclosed the claw into a spear and released it from his arm. The spear head landed on the ground attached to a chain. 'Nexus Stab'. Before the enemy knew it, the chain was thrust forward and caught one of the men in the shoulder. Having pierced his skin, Rayne opened the claws so that he could hold a grip on the man. Rayne retracted his chain pulling the man along with it. With a punch ready to strike his prey, the poor slave had no chance to escape and was left in a heap on the ground, with a cough of blood in his mouth and the pain of a steel fist in his stomach.

[Masta Deltron]

((sorry it took so long, school and work))

The marines began to charge forward, they all bypassed while he strolled down the bridge. A young female marine walked up to his side and spoke to him. "Vice-Admiral Adel, Sir. I am Commander Haru Cardinal. This situation was a result of Avon Carter organizing and training the slaves, sir. Our objective now should be to find Carter and put an end to this fight." She explained. Adel looked down at the young marine and nodded. “Yea I suppose so, that would be right thing to do at this point We will push forward and take out the resistance.” He replied. The marines began to fight the slaves head on, the one marine that Adel was watching pressed forward. “Excessive force but I guess it will have to do.” He thought. Adel knew what he had to do in order to finish this quick now. “Captain Haru can you fight or are you too hurt to continue? If so proceed to my medics. Otherwise you can push forward with us.” He explained. Then a slave appeared and flew into the air with a sword drawn. “Die you dogs!”

Adel did not flinch instead he faced the man. The man came down with all of his might, the sword connected with his afro and broke. The slave stood there and stared at his broken blade. Adel tapped his afro, “Azul fruit,” he said with a happy tone. The Adel punched the man, sending him flying. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.” He grinned. The fighting had become more intense by now. The loss of the marines was growing. The will to survive was too great in the slaves. “I guess I will have to intervene personally, I was just hoping to observe.” He sighed. At this point he placed his glasses inside of his coat pocket.

This signified for the marines to clear out of the way. His eyes were a light blue color because of his fruit powers. More and more slaves began to advance on them. They vastly outnumbered them and they were ready to die at any moment’s notice. “Better take it easy no needing to blow up the bridge.” He thought. The slaves charged forward as the marines pulled back. The slaves took it as retreating when they were just getting out of the way. Adel pulled his arm back as sapphire began to accumulate across his forearm.“Azul Shard!” he yelled as he swung his arm. The sapphire broke off and launched outward in a cone. The slaves that were directly in front were blown, impaled and knocked away with ease.

“Im pushing forward and I will put a end to this madness. Who’s with me!” he yelled running into the advancing forces.

[White Mimic]

“Corvun? Corvun!” His arm racked with soreness, Klaus looked at Corvun’s limp body, looking back up to the claw in the wall. Up above the sounds of battle and marching, running and the gunshots, the clashing of metal, everything he had heard before, subdued by stone and concrete. Grunting, he struggled to pull Corvun’s body up to get him around his shoulders, but Klaus simply wasn’t strong enough to hoist a human body up that far, not in this situation. Helpless, they dangled from the one lifeline they had at the moment, a metal claw in the wall. Below them, an ocean they’d have to fall quite the distance to reach, the impact of which would shatter the bones of both Klaus and his companion. Perhaps that was the fate that he was always meant to follow, a swift death into obscurity after causing the world an inconvenience.

Ignoring the thought, Klaus looked around the wall that was the bridge. They weren’t too far from one of the pylons that supported the massive structure. It was a strange, radical idea, a full circle and a low survivability in Klaus’s opinion. But the poetic justice was fitting for him. He arrived on the bridge by its support, how proper it would be his means of escape. He looked down at the body he still held, hoping there was still a trace of life inside yet desperate there wouldn’t be enough for it to feel what could potentially be very painful, fatal even. Klaus stared at the distant pylon in frustration, decisive on his next action, a forward swing with the use of his legs. Then back. Then forward. Then back. Each time, he managed a few more inches, the body beneath him hindering his progress. Fortunately his progress was steady and eventually reached a good arc.

Klaus kept quiet with each swing, but the pain in his arm panged at the bottom of each arc, pushing a grunt towards his mouth slowly and sure. As he approached a good arc distance (he could tell for he could no longer keep his silent with the pain), he steadied his swinging, allowing for Corvun’s body to equalize with his own, the pair swinging as a rod almost. Satisfied with what he had, Klaus swung back one last time.

As he swung forward, he gave out a yell in agony as he wrenched the claw from the wall, sending the pair through the air like trapeze artists, bloody awful trapeze artists. Klaus kept his hold on Corvun’s arm as they plummeted towards the blue beneath them. Some of Klaus’s metal fingers whistled in the wind as they free fell, approaching the pylon as Klaus had hoped, though not as fast as they approached the ocean. He reached out for the pylon, angling his body as best he could to glide over to it in the only way mere humans could. Without Corvun’s powers to assist them, this was the closest thing he could do to flying.

The surface approached in seconds, in moments they would be sprawled against it as if it were concrete. Klaus had made remarks on dying before, and with such frequency to make it seem he was ready, but he was terrified. Desperate to stay alive, he lunged his claws at the pylon several times in the fall, none of them close enough to take. It wasn’t until the last second, Klaus sweating profusely in the icy wind of the fall, the he felt the claws stab into the stone, sliding a bit (though not much) before they came to a sudden stop. Pain shot through Klaus’s arm once again, much sharper than it was before, and Corvun’s body swung past and up slightly before falling back down, tugging Klaus and causing him even more pain. If they fell into the water from this height, they should’ve been fine, though Corvun wouldn’t be able to swim. With luck, one of the evacuation ships would draw close enough to allow them to board, and maybe receive medical attention if they were lucky. Corvun seemed to need it more, and Klaus could have said that honestly with no negativity. His case was much lighter than Corvun’s own. But he was not so optimistic to prey for a doctor, he doubted an evacuation ship would even see them here.

How Bleak.

[Nasakeshira]

Avon escorted the women, children, and the elderly back down into the depths of the bridge. Pushing them forward with urgency through the narrow and cold corridors of the inner workings of the bridge. Miles down towards the already completed sections of the bridge lay a back up plan. Dust fell down as the entire bridge shook from the battle, at the sudden vibrations that riveted throughout the bridge a single child started crying. It was a moment before the rest came crashing down on them, it was a miracle they stayed quiet this entire time. The sad faced crowd began moving faster. Letting out a sigh Avon waited for the last slave to pass as they opened a door. The narrow halls didn't last much longer before it suddenly bloomed into a wide expanse of roomy... room. Avon as always was the last to pass through. Arriving through the door he was approached by the remaining leaders of this little rebellion, Kyle was the first to speak, "The 'ell? What 'he ell's all 'dis? Did 'ee 'lways 'ave this 'rea? I don't 'ow what you've ot' planned 'ut no choice to fully trust 'ou now."

The shorty said something similar. "Well this is our last hope, my comrades. The only chance of obtaining another boat to get the rest of the slaves off this bridge is that inspection boat. As far as we know it hasn't left dock yet. We'll get the people who cannot fight off this bridge first and then we meet our fate on the surface."
Letting out a huff of air he continued, "just beyond that door lies our ultimate weapon. I also promised him a fight."
Moving forward, "now help me get this damned door open."
He pointed to the gears to the side of the large door at the end of the room.

After a few minutes of work they finally got the door to open. Slowly creaking inwards a gush of air entered the room as it suddenly swung open. A sight to behold, the marvels of slave technology and ingenuity. In front of them was a railing and a marvelous and gigantic room just a head of that railing. It... was a ship dock, siphoning materials from the bridge they managed to build a medium sized carrack class ship. It's head was that of a Peregrine Falcon indicating freedom and that it would prey upon the Seagull. Avon shouted out, "board the ship if you cannot fight. Escape this damned world of ours and arrive on the free lands of Mirror Ball Island!" With that the agape jaws and awe that was in the slaves eyes was instantly brushed aside as they jumped down flights of stairs to and sprinted across the hangar and onto the ship.

What seemed like hours was really a few minutes as the last of the non-combatant slaves left the bridge. What was left in this deep cavern was Belloch the Giant and a rather small bulk of slaves. Belloch wasn't awfully huge like a regular giant, guessing about a quarter giant in him, the rest human. Standing at twenty-five feet and eight inches he carried with him a large metal club about twice his size. What stood out about him the most was his hulking large calves, he wasn't just a brute, he was a fast brute. He laughed, his deep bass voice resonated in the chamber. "All ready to go General!"
Cheers resonated as the ragtag looking bunch unsheathed their weapons, they were ready for payback against the government that did them in. "'Og et'em boys!"
Kyle yelled! Ninety-nine angry slaves latched onto Belloch as he broke through the bridge's underbelly and onto the surface. Charging from the rear the giant and slaves came to bite down on them.

"Well that went smoother than I thought."
Shorty said.

********

Haru smiled as the Vice-Admiral called her Captain. Did that count as a promotion from Commander? Quickly masking her emotions she answered him, "sir I can fight, and I can fight well! Sir!" Walking with him, when he called to end this madness she was there to reply. Raising her weapon, in response.

A few moments passed before the battle stopped, the bridge was vibrating. Softly followed by a loud pounding. Pound, POund, POUnd, POUNd, POUND! That small vibration turned into the most violent shaking as a giant bore his weapons upon the navy forces!





Somewhere Corvun was high above the ground, he was a gently floating and being taken by the breeze. Grassy fields below, bright blue sky, a warm day. It was a good place. During this small dream he suddenly... started falling his wings were torn to pieces and his body pierced he fell and he fell and he fell. Waking up moments before he crashed into the rolling grass fields his eyes opened up to him falling towards an endlessly deep blue that was an icy ocean. His awakening was quickly followed by pain the source of which was his shoulder and his wounds. Coughing up blood he realized that he dangled from a relatively high distance, suddenly panicking he grabbed and started climbing up the arm that held him there. "Woah woah woah! What the hell!"
He yelled, "what type of situation did you get us into you you..."
He finally looked at who supported him, "Klause, how the hell did we get here? I always knew you were suicidal but I never thought you'd take me with you too!"

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

The Demon Cyborg had taken a break from his battering of the weak slaves that were rushing forward in numbers. With the help of his fellow marine's, he had been able to brush them aside as if they were of no value. Having a body that was half robot made him that much stronger than others of his size. Even his strength was far more advanced than normal men. Rayne looked around, trying to find what the Vice-Admiral was up to and found him in conversation with another marine. She hadn't been aboard the ship they arrived on which must mean she had been situated on Tequila Wolf. From the looks of things, she seemed to be a captain. Possibly the one who was in charge of dealing with this mess up until now.

Rayne shook his head in disappointment, knowing the marine captain had failed to keep things in order. It was up to the reinforcements now to clean up her mess. "These bastards just won't give up will they?" Marcus Rayne said out loud, making light conversation with his fellow recruits as he enjoyed himself, being amongst the battle. "Considering how many of them are there; instead of fighting for freedom, they could have the bridge completed in no time." Rayne joked as he continued to analyze the situation.

It was then, he felt something strange. Although his heart had been replaced by one genetically modified by a fusion generator, his brain was still sending signals to increase its workload. He could feel the pressure within his chest building up. He couldn't tell what it was at first but then the vibrations at his feet suddenly became more recognizable. Something was coming their way. Something large. Rayne could feel its presence. Whoever, or whatever it was; Rayne knew it was dangerous.

"Everybody pull back in formation." Rayne found himself ordering the young recruits around him, even they were of equal rank to him. It was easily possible for them to refuse however, his age and the authority in his voice was enough for them to obey. That's when it showed itself. Walking into the battle-field along with several rebellious individuals, stood a giant. Rayne didn't know if he had comes across one of these creatures before. He didn't even know if were to be classed as a monster or as a different race to humans. All he knew was, it wanted to fight. "Looks like these pirates had a trump card up their sleeve after all." Rayne thought out loud as he prepared himself to take on the giant. Although the adrenaline in his heart was pumping, his determination refused to run away. It was time to fight ... More seriously.

[Masta Deltron]

The young girl brought a smile to Adel’s face, “Yea I guess it is isn’t it? The simple fact you were able to hold your ground long enough for us to arrive is a marvel in itself.” He explained. The slaves fell over in massive amounts of pain from Adel’s attack. The young marine from earlier seemed to have some leadership qualities, the other recruits seemed to follow his order to regroup. Which Adel had no problem with people trying to show their true self in the face of combat. Then before he could take a step further the ground began to shake violently. He became serious all of a sudden. This was no ordinary earthquake something was causing this. The bridge began to buckle and A large group of resistance appeared with a giant. Adel’s seriousness turned back into a huge grin.

“Well, looks like they had an Ace in the hole. Also he must be the leader of this ragtag group.” he said with a cocky tone. The ground pounded as the number of slaves increased, they began to fall from the sky, “Access of forces they must have hitched a ride on the giant…clever.” He thought. The marines did not back down, they had made it too far in this world to show signs of fear. “Do not falter! There is no problem big enough for the marines!” he yelled. Adel was always one for motivation even in the face of death. The marines did not hesitate in responding either. A loud roar erupted on the battlefield as the marines prepared for the final battle on the bridge.

The slaves roared as they charged forward, the marines clashed on the bridge, it was a glorious battle. Adel looked at the new captain and the older recruit. “You two with me! We will dispatch this giant with ease!” he called out to them. He forced his way through the battlefield to stand toe to toe with this behemoth. “Surrender now or face Justice!”

[White Mimic]

“Whoa woah woah! What the hell! What type of situation did you get us into you you…”

Corvun seemed to have woken up, with quite an energy as well considering his injuries. Klaus struggled to keep his grip in the stone pylon as they began to sway with movement, this time on Corvun’s terms. “Corvun! Calm down! If you move around too much I won’t be able to-“

“Klaus, how the hell did we get here! I always knew you were suicidal but I never thought you’d take me with you too!”

“I can explain that, there were… wait what?! I’m not suicidal!” He was clearly frustrated at the situation as well, there was no doubt about it if his expression was to be trusted, but the accusation seemed to direct it towards a different subject. “When I have I ever- Nevermind! There are marines up there, lots! The rebellion’s a bust and we can’t stay up there anymore!” He glanced down at the ocean below. “I managed to get us down here while you were out, and it should be safe enough for us to drop in from here if we need to but for now I was going to wait until one of the evacuation ships came by this way.” A little gloom cloud formed on his forehead as he glanced over to the side. “But the more I think about it, even if one came in this direction they probably wouldn’t see us.” A few stray thoughts crossed his mind. Isaak. Had he made it to one of the ships? Would he be able to point them out if the ship drew near? What would happen if they weren’t seen?

He looked off into the distance, the usual sad expression of his overwriting the gloom cloud he had grown. “You think you’d be able to fly us out of here with that injury if we need you too?”

[Nasakeshira]

Under the command of the veteran seaman, Marcus Rayne, the marines began beating the slaves. The balance of the scales tipped ever so slightly towards the ever vigilant marines, but the slaves had an ace in the hole. Belloch who was simply known as the Giant, he wasn't as extreme and large as a full Giant like you would see in the marines, he was faster and smarter. Although Belloch's weapon was the choice of a brute it sure did get the job done. Sliding to a halt in the snowy path, the wind picked up and the sky darkened as the slaves dismounted from the Giant and attacked the Marines. Swinging his club into the marines it took a good and large number of them out easily.

Belloch heaved with laughter and joy as he slaughtered the marines who faced him up front. At first the marines were overtaken with fear, but the shouts of their Vice-Admiral encouraged them and they fought back. The ninety-nine slaves who had at first fought were now being slowed down in their onslaught. Not falling at the first swing they began to swing back. The clash of steel and chaos was being drowned out by the wailing winds. “Surrender now or face Justice!” Those rang out above the wind. Belloch laughed, "the Marines? Spouting that bull crap about justice." He laughed, "we're the ones who wish to live free and you are in our way? We've lived in injustice for so long and now you care to deliver justice? Well I'll tell you this, you're the ones stopping justice!" Belloch screamed out before he stepped forward and over the clash of steel and bullets, he began charging the man who shouted these words. Swinging his club downward he aimed to smash this puny man who approached him in one blow...

Haru drew her sword and intercepted the club in mid-air. Redirecting the blow to the left side of the Vice-Admiral. "I have your back, sir!" She took her stance again and prepared to block and deflect any heavy blows.

Amidst the chaos Avon, Kyle, and Shorty popped out close to the ramps of the docks. "Here's our chance, we can steal the inspection ship and bring it around for the men. Then we can follow through and have the slaves jump into the water."
Avon whispered to the other two. Heading down the ramp their was only one guard, seeing them approach he yelled out intruders. But the yell was drowned out in the wind, he gurgled blood and collapsed as Kyle pulled an axe from his throat. "'Et's go."
Kyle said quietly.

The three boarded the ship with ease and taking all on board prisoners. Successfully capturing the officers and inspector they tied them up and left them bound in middle of the ship. The ship pulled out from docked and silently left port.

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Corvun coughed up blood as he laughed at Klause's response. "Well I-I can try. I don't have much confidence with my condition."
Pausing for a bit, he decided to go with a few simple words, "just brace for impact."
Attempting to transform into his full bird form he grabbed his partner with is partially transformed feet... claws and he began flapping his arms. Blood gushed from his wounds and feathers seemed to fly out of nowhere from his body, but they had flight. It was limited flight but they wouldn't hit the ground like a rock. Slowly they made it down closer and closer to the water but suddenly! "Ugh... huh."
Corvun passed out and his body went limp.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

“Surrender now or face Justice!” Came the shout of words as the Giant laughed, "The Marines? Spouting that bull crap about justice." He said, questioning their form of justice. "We're the ones who wish to live free and you are in our way? We've lived in injustice for so long and now you care to deliver justice? Well I'll tell you this, you're the ones stopping justice!"

The Giant spoke some strong words and got Rayne thinking about what exactly was going on here. Perhaps these slaves were under oppression. It would take a while to get to the bottom of what was going on here but as of right now, Rayne had a battle to fight. Whilst Rayne had been busy thinking his actions through, the Giant had rushed forward and launched an attack on the Vice-Admiral. Luckily enough, the female Captain had come in between the club and Adel, blocking the attack of the Giant with her brute strength conveyed through her sword, before deflecting the attack away. "I have your back, sir!" She said and Rayne couldn't help but admire her courage and strength. Judging from her stance, it seemed she would be handling with the defenses of the team allowing both himself and Adel to battle the beast.

Rayne had his one-handed shotgun equipped in one hand whilst the Nexus Claw was ready for action in the other. Rayne knew he wouldn't be able to pull the beast toward him using his gadget but it would allow him to get in closer to the target. Rayne threw his artificial hand forward with his claw-like fingers pinching into the outer surface of the opponent creating a chain-link between the Giant and the Cyborg. Marcus Rayne, with smile on his face retracted his chain hopefully before the Giant could react to it bringing him closer to the target. He loaded the shotgun with a shake of his arm before pointing it at the torso of the Giant. With aim taken, he pulled the trigger once he felt he had a decent shot. "Gage Rage Shot!" He shouted whilst doing so. The claw came undone, forcing him to drop from his position and on to the ground, but his eyes remained focused on the Giant, wanting to know to what extent he was damaged.