Thread: Wealth Only Goes So Far (Alvis Alendran & Cerulean Reverie)

Kale and his gang moved up tot he yacht. It was a huge thing, looking like a small skyscraper had been knocked over and made to float, but that just meant there were more places to loot. Still, a small group, moving quickly and with purpose could make a lot of progress quickly on a ship like this. James, head for the bridge, get us moving. Phil, cast us off. Cain, Derrick, Van, Karl...you all come with me. Like we mean it. Kale ordered, and people moved in accordance to his will and orders. Karl was a bigger guy with some heft to him, around five foot eight and pushing two hundred pounds. Light brown hair and eyes rounded out his face. He had a disheveled look about him, and was usually in faded jeans and a button shirt that usually resembled some kind of plaid. A lot of people had nicknamed him the Farm Boy, though few had the gut to say it to his face. Van was a shorter one, only around five six, with a lean rangy build. He had dark hair and eyes, and his skin tone showed a bit of likely middle eastern descent to him. Van wasn't loud, but he was smart, quick and did what needed to be done, when it needed to be done. Kale had found him valuable to say the least. Cain was someone that Kale was damned glad to have on his side. He was tall, nearly six feet, and had a build that was corded with muscle. His arms were a bit longer than normal, which gave him good reach. The biggest thing that set him apart from most was on hsi hip. He carried a long bladed fighting knife, more of a dagger really. And Cain had been through more than a little formal training on how to use it. It made him one of the more dangerous members of the group. Last aomng them was Derrick. Derrick was less of a man, and more of walking stone statue that had learned to talk and get thigns done. Towering at nearly six and a half feet tall, he was well over three hundred pounds of solid toned muscle. He'd been a friend to kale for many a year, and had just naturally seemed inclined to follow Kale's lead. But no one, not even Kale, was willing to argue a point with Derrick if it came down to the big guy putting his foot down on something. It made thigns in the group a mite...unpredictable at times. The sound of voices rising to cheers made Kale nod to the others. People armed themselves. Cain drew out his knife, Karl slipped alength of iron pipe from where he hung it on his back, Van simply shouldered the whethered looking oak baseball bat, and Derrick...well, Derrick simply closed his hands into fists, adn that seemed like enough to everyone around him. Kale, ever practical, drew out a whethered, beatne looking revolver from hsi coat pocket, checking hte cynlinder to make sure it was loaded and ready. They approached the main room where teh guests seemed to be. A man wearing what could only be a crew uniform approached, making Kale inwardly curse. There wasn't supposed to be any crew! He'd kick Phjil's ass until it was a whole other shape when he saw him. Excuse me, but I don't believe you're on the guest list tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to- The man was saying, when Kale simply inclined his head. The crewman noticed the readied weapons just as Derrick stepped forward and hit him. The punch was like the fist of God landing, and it sent the man spinning to the floor, knocking over a small table as he fell. Kale stepped up as a few faces started to turn to face him. Kale did what he knew would gather the best attention possible, adn spotted a steroes that was playing a background music, and fired his pistol. The bullet tore into the system, throwing sparks into the air, adnthe sound ofhte shot started off screams and gneral panic, but he fired again, the bullet hammering off of a bulkhead and arresting hte flight of a pair of girls. His own crew spread out to cover the other two exits, Derrick staying at the door they'd come through. Ladies! I'm to be your Master of Ceremoies! And I've come to collect my fees! Kale announced, firing another bullet inotthe ceiling to punctuate his words. As he did so, the engines rumbled to life, the yacht starting to gather power to start moving.