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Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

RE Please, Apocalypse PenandSwordVisions of Black As the ship began to approach, the finer details of it came into view. It was indeed an old cargo ship, likely one that used to ferry large crates south to Washington from Vancouver, but it had been retrofitted with what appeared to be American weaponry from the war. It was armed to the teeth and was certainly no longer a transport vehicle. The two canons on top of the ship were joined by two mounted machine guns on the port and starboard side, at the front and the back. The men on board were armed with an array of weapons crossing over several time frames. From the M16 rifle, which had been developed during the war and the Russian AK47...to older WW2 rifles and WW1 weaponry. Many had long knives at their belts and sidearms as well. The entire crew was male and no female was seen aboard ship at all...they numbered around fifteen, though if the sailors of the other ship were familiar with a tactical show of strength they would know that there was very likely many more men below deck...or they would be caught unaware of the fact. As the ship pulled near, since the other ship had stopped, there had been no more hostile action except for long hooks on chains which had been thrown to the side of the foreign ship and chained to the deck of the other. Unfortunately for the foreign ship they could not really see the port side of the island vessel, along the side were two other ships, small, hoisted up and held above the water by the cargo ship which were equipped with fast engines and ten men each. They were intercept craft that were able to be deployed in case they ran. A large plank was dropped to the side, connecting the two ships and two men stood at the other end. Neither held weapons in their hands. One of them was dressed far better than the other, in a suit and a captains hat, the other looked like a common man, wearing a Russian sailors suit from the 1950s. The one in the suit spoke, first in English, French, and then Russian. What language do you speak? We will have words with your captain, the mans accent was French, though it was slightly different from what the passengers had heard before, it was a bit rougher, and mixed with sounds from other languages. I will see him now., his voice let off the air that he was not to be questioned.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

As they drew ever closer to the vessel, Aradia squinted, standing at the railing of the ship closest to the island ship. Holy shit, Leo, she said quietly, looking at the cannons and guns mounted upon the ship. Is this a warship? It wasn't built to be, but they made it so, Leo replied, his skilled eyes travelling the exterior of the vessel. He took Aradia's arm and pulled her away as the hooked chains were tossed over their side to connect the two. Can we escape? Aradia asked softly. I doubt it, Leo replied just as quietly. Keep your hand on your gun but keep it out of sight. Aradia nodded obediently, moving a hand inside of the navy-colored jacket she wore to the gun in her inside pocket. Leo moved forward with another crewman to the plank connecting the ships. Leo was the one who spoke up after the multilingual introduction. In a heavily-Italian-accented voice, he replied, English will suffice. Leo moved aside for the two men to come across, and motioned for his partner to retrieve the captain. He will be here shortly. Aradia had to think hard to understand what Leo was saying to these islanders. It had been almost two years since she'd been required to speak English. She moved to stand next to one of the brawnier men on deck, feeling her own nerves set at ease. He shot her a teasing grin, clearly either posing a faade or truly unaffected by what was going on. The captain swept out from the ship's interior then, followed by the man who'd been sent to retrieve him. He went to stand with Leo and face the men on the other ship, saying, You wished to see me.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

The man in the suit nodded as the Captain came towards the plank. Nonchalantly and unafraid he and the other man strode across and stepped down onto the ship, the gunman looked amazed at the newness of the ship, but the other was unimpressed. I am Martin St. Clair, I speak on behalf of my Chief, Jean du Parc. He wishes to know why are you here and who you are...and most importantly, when you will be leaving. His voice was stern and he gazed at the Captain, his eyes narrowed. Briefly, for a moment, he stared at Aradia, then to Leo and back to the Captain. This is the Dreadnought , he said as he pointed back towards his ship. As you can see you are outmatched. You would be fools to use the weapons you are trying so hard to conceal. You are in our waters yet you arm yourselves...why? He stared back, waiting for his reply, though he was carefully assessing the ship and the crew...very few seemed to be skilled fighters.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

The captain moved aside to allow the two men across the plank, listening to him speak with a neutral expression, his hands open and at his sides. Unable to hide a grim frown upon the mention of weapons, he simply shrugged. Our apologies. Your own vessel is quite daunting all on his own, he said, nodding his head to the canons and machine guns. We do not expect the best when we travel to Vancouver Island. Leo looked to Aradia once, but held his ground near the captain, unmoving aside from that. His own fists were clenched. The captain went on, However, there are a few resources here we have trouble coming across otherwise and so we do trade with some areas of Vancouver. We don't expect to be here longer than it takes for us to take care of our trade and restock for the journey home. A day, at most. Aradia felt Martin St. Clair's gaze fall upon her, and she met it, her eyes steely and holding no other reaction. When he looked away, though, she stepped a little closer to the brawny man at her side. I don't like him, she mumbled softly. She moved her gaze to Leo then, watching him in a clear bit of fear. Be careful... She looked across to the other ship and at the men there, her eyes going wide. They all had guns, big guns that they would have no hope of holding off... They'll just let us go, right? she whispered. It's not like we've done anything terrible. We are trespassing to them, the man mumbled beside her. And, to confirm your thoughts, we are indeed at their mercy. Aradia simply clutched the gun she held in her jacket tighter. I shouldn't have come. No, you shouldn't have.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

Martin looked to the Captain, and shook his head. These are our waters, we have a right to carry what we will Captain. Also I would have you.... he paused immediately and turned to Leo and Aradia as they spoke to one another quietly. He couldn't hear but he could certainly see. You will keep your crew quiet! I will not have them plotting in a language unknown to me while we discuss your options! he glared back to Leo and Aradia and snarled. Ferme ta putain vous! he said angrily, French escaping from his lips in frustration. He cleared his throat to continue and looked to his partner a moment, who seemed to get excited at his change of tone and told him to be quiet. If this is where you have come to trade in the past I am sorry to notify you that whomever you traded with previously is gone, Jean du Parc runs these lands now....what resources did you require. We may be open to trade. For a moment he looked back to his men and waved his hand. They raised the cannons now above the ship so that they did not aim directly...this seemingly enough, was a sign of momentary peace. And what have you to trade?
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

The captain looked to Leo and Aradia, scowling and ordering one quick word in Italian Silenzio! Leo fell quiet, and Aradia gritted her teeth, glaring straight at the captain of the other ship. Then she looked away, fighting down the anger of the sudden order when she hadn't been speaking of anything that would fit the word plotting. More like regretting. I meant no disrespect to your vessel's cargo, the captain said as amiably as he could. It's impressive. As for trade, we often come in for aircraft pieces and certain foodstuffs. What we have in return are machinery, steels, and pharmaceuticals. He paused, and then commented, This Jean du Parc must be quite powerful.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

Happy with the Captain's quick handling of the situation he nodded gently for a moment and listened to what he had to say. Oui, Chef du Parc is powerful. Do you know anything of the Island and its politics? For the moment he seemed slightly uninterested in the question of trade, but curious to know what and how much they actually knew about Vancouver island. We have of course some things to trade. he said briefly. But, Monsier Du Parc is patient. You will come aboard and have a drink with me while we discuss the particulars. Come. he said, turning towards his ship. But for a moment he turned back and looked to his partner. Fabien, tu restere pour vingt minuit. Tu regarde ils. his voice was harsh, but much like a superior might speak to his subordinate. Come with me Captain.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

The captain hesitated clearly upon the invitation to come aboard, and Leo took his arm, shaking his head lightly. Sir... Forse che io ho scelta, Leo? the captain queried, pulling away. Mantenere cauto. He took a long breath and then stepped onto the plank, moving across between the ships onto the opposite vessel. Tell me you have vodka. I know some information about the island, yes. Aradia gripped Leo's arm, just as he'd done to the captain, and looked up at him. Leo glanced back at her and shook his head when she opened her mouth to speak. Go to Sarafina, he said, in English. Aradia set her jaw. Infuriated at the refusal for an explanation, she let go of him and swept back and went below deck, to where Sarafina would be. She found the girl sitting with some of the trade items, and Sarafina's expression was curious rather than frightened as Aradia approached. The captain is going to be speaking to the captain of the other ship, Aradia said grimly.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

As the two came across to the Martin's ship the plank was removed, but the other man who had been left there, remained. If anything were to happen to him, the Captain might suffer the same fate. We have Vodka. he said, a small smile on his face. It is home made of course, so it is strong, if you can keep up, you can have some. He led him across the rusted deck and into the Captain's quarters, it seemed that Martin was the Captain as well as the interpreter and the speaker for Chief du Parc. Sit. he said, pulling a chair out for the Captain and pouring him a short glass of Vodka, and he poured one for himself. Monsier, Jean du Parc is not like the other rabble on the island...be sure that if you had made landfall to the south and the east of where we now are, you would be dead, your crew would be dead, your women enslaved, and your male passengers would be working in the mines. he paused for a moment and took a drink. Unfortunately, while most of the islands rabble feel the need to kill and murder, we are only interested in trade. Smiling for a moment he finished his glass and poured another for himself, topping the Captain's off as well. Now...you say you have pharmaceuticals, this is something that we need the most, as you likely well know. he smiled some. We would be willing to trade with you, if you agree to return twice yearly to return to trade. Outside on the decks of both ships people were growing agitated by what was going on. Du Parc's ship though seemed slightly calmer and had much less to worry about, though, on the top of the Captain's cabin a man stood with binoculars, searching the sea for sign of anyone who might pose a threat. Back on Leo's ship the man with the gun stared hard a the rest of the crew members, unfortunately he spoke only French, so communication would be difficult, if any communication needed to be had at all. However, if anyone had planned on attempting to communicate, the time was certainly not now. The man on top of the Captain's quarters began to stomp to alert Martin as he pointed to the air towards the island and then looked back through his binoculars and pointed to the sea. He began speaking rapid french, yelling, and everyone on board the ship started to arm themselves. The chains which had held them together were quickly released. The man on Leo's boat tried to jump the distance, but the other ship was already moving and he splashed into the water, frantically trying to stay afloat. On Leo's ship, their own lookout cursed in rapid Italian. Helicopter, and another ship....no....three ships, three small ships coming at speed! Inside the Captain's quarters Martin stood immediately when he heard the commotion and looked at the Captain. Sit! Running outside he saw what was going on and growled. They must have intercepted our communications, quick, take us further out to sea!
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

At long last, Martin's explanation of a desire for trade seemed to put the captain of his own ship at ease. He took the vodka and held it up in a toast to the man before taking a drink as he listened to him go on. He considered the offer, nodding his head in thanks as his glass was refilled, and said, We were only coming annually once before, but I'm sure the finances to come twice would be available. I thank you for the warning regarding our locations. It's amazing how much can change in a year. Could I ask what you have to trade? -- Leo looked up as the lookout's panic began. He shot a look to the Frenchman and walked to him, growling and ordering in English, Did you plan this? He pointed in the direction of the now approaching boats. Was this your doing? Leo, we haven't the time! another crewman shouted. We have to move out! Get us back, further out to sea! Leo shouted, spinning away from the Frenchman and hurrying to the ship's interior. As he did, he said of the visitor on their vessel, Keep an eye on him! Below deck, Aradia and Sarafina felt the panic as though it were a disease sifting through the air. They heard the yelling and the stomping of their lookout, and exchanged both confused and worried glances. What's going on? Sarafina asked. I'll go see, Aradia said uneasily, standing up. She hugged Sarafina quickly and jogged to the steps, hurrying up to the deck and looking around. It didn't take her long to see the approaching ships. Whose are they? she demanded of someone rushing by her, and was ignored. Aradia finally pulled out her pistol, unable to pretend she wasn't armed any longer. -- The captain's eyes widened at the rising panic, and he slid down into a seat, rather cautiously as he kept his grip on his vodka. Who has intercepted your communication? he demanded in a low growl. What's going on? What of my crew? At the thought, he started for his feet. I have to get back to my ship first!
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

Martin turned back to the Captain and shook his head before going to the wheel of his ship. There is no time, do you not see the Helicopter? How could I possibly deliver you to your ship! Growling with anger he turned towards the oncoming ship and helicopter before shaking his head and turning the wheel of his ship hard to port side. The ship acted as if it wanted to capsize, but Martin was an experienced pilot. Turning hard to starboard directly afterward he sat a course out to sea. His men were already on the guns, aiming them, but having a difficult time. The ships they could outrun for a time, but the helicopter had to be taken down. Shoot it down! he growled and his ship fired, barely missing the chopper, which swerved out of the way and continued on. Back on the the other ship the gunman that had stayed aboard ran to the back of the Italian ship and aimed his gun outward...trying to show that he was not their enemy and at that the enemy was behind him. Perhaps it would be obvious to everyone, now that his ship had fired, that they were on the same side for now. See! he said, using one of the few words he knew in english, hopefully they would understand. The Helicopter continued on, hurrying towards the ship and strafing so that they could not get a good aim on it, the hardware being WW2, would have made it difficult to catch a helicopter in the air, but the back two machine guns of the ship made a good try. Releasing its own flurry of fire, the chopper strafed the ship, firing its large machine gun and tore through the side, killing many of the crew. Martin lay against the wheel....he wasn't moving.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

The captain hurried to watch Martin's movements, eyes wide as he turned his gaze up to look upon the helicopter so doggedly pursuing them. What can I do? he demanded. He still wanted terribly to get back to his own ship, terrified about how they would fare. His ship had no weapons like Martin's. If worse came to worse, his people would be powerless. Martin's words returned to him. The women enslaved, the men in the mines, their assets seized... He had to do something! But what?! -- Leo stared at the man and scowled. Fine, he growled in admission that he wasn't the current enemy. He whipped out his gun, unsure if he could make a difference. How could he with such a small weapon? Leo looked around and spotted Aradia. Go back below!! he ordered. Aradia stared at him and gritted her teeth. But- Go! Leo shook his head furiously. GO! Aradia's eyes widened in clear fear at the terror in his own voice. That was when the helicopter fired into the opposite ship, and she couldn't help her scream. She was frozen. This...! The Captain...! At Leo's next cry, she ran back below deck at last, running to Sarafina and grabbing onto her, shaking. I-I...! -- Blood splattered onto the captain's clothes. Somehow, the bullet trail missed him. He stared at the fallen captain he'd only just begun to consider an ally, and slowly lifted his head to look at the helicopter. Then, with grim grief, he pushed Martin away from the wheel and took over, gritting his teeth. Forgive me, he muttered aloud. Please forgive spelling errors, I posted this from my phone...
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

As the Captain took the wheel of the ship he would notice the difficulty in steering. Some of the crewmen near the back of the ship were yelling in French, and signalling to the man at the wheel. For just a moment they stared at him but shrugged it away anyway, someone had to man the wheel. But the plume of smoke coming from the rear of the ship was certainly not a good sign. The engines had been damaged in the gun fire and were inoperable. The propellers were still rotating, but slowing down...the ship would not turn. They were headed out to see a-drift. The other boats were closing in on them quickly....and the helicopter was coming in for a second pass. On the other ship, luckily, they were still making headway. The injured ship was the primary target, but it seemed only for a moment. The helicopter, which had been coming back for the damaged ship had been fired at again. Taking one or two shots from the machine guns to the tail it spun for a moment but the pilot seemed to regain control. It was no use for him to take on such a well armed ship in such a small craft...and as such, he turned wide out to sea but back to angle near the Italian vessel....less then three minutes and he would be on them. Back at the Vancouver ship the three boats, which were speeding towards them were surrounding them. An exchange of gunfire was going on between the three and the one. One of the boats though went near the engines, lodging something on them as they passed before hurrying out of the way. Not long after a deafening explosion could be heard by the Italians as the Vancouver ship's engines were blown completely apart by some sort of improvised weapon...the exchange of fire continued, the ship was still afloat, but it was being boarded by two vessels...one of the boats broke off and began to head for the Italians.
Thread: Apocalypse, Please (PenandSword/Visions of Black)

This is a death game, the Captain murmured grimly, turning to look over his shoulder at the shouting and spotting the flames pluming from the engine. A death game we're sorely losing. He turned back and set to continue trying to steer, away from the helicopter in an attempt to break its sight of the engines. It happened in his head, but he had yet to accept in reality they were still moving straight. Dannazione! he exclaimed, slamming his fist against the wheel as he finally accepted what was apparently becoming their fate the ship would not turn, the helicopter was closing in, as were the other three ships. The Captain glanced toward his own ship, still moving, and he whispered, Keep going! That was when the chopper turned its interest toward the Italians. No! -- Leo had taken the wheel of this ship and was listening to the warnings of fellow crewmates, following directions accordingly where there was agreement among them. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face from anxiety and frustration. Why couldn't they go any faster?! They were going as fast as they could, enough some crew members were starting to look seasick with the speed they were at. But Leo still desired to go faster. Leo! Behind us! someone screamed. He looked back and spotted the helicopter turning toward them, and uttered a heavy stream of curses as he angled the ship slightly, causing several members to tip to the side, attempting to put some distance between them. Take cover! he shouted. -- The Captain heard the ear-numbing boom , and his heart sank. Instantly, he felt his own control begin to slow down until they were victim to the waves - and the other ships surrounding them. Merda, merda, merda, he cursed, leaving the pilot's quarters and hurrying aboard, taking a spare gun one of the Frenchmen had, meaning to help as much as he could. He took to begin shooting down any men he saw attempting to board the ship. He looked over to see the third boat heading for this own, and cursed once again, shaking in his own disbelief and anger.