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

RE Please, Apocalypse PenandSwordVisions of Black Vancouver was known to be a hub for dissidents, pirates, smugglers, and a slavers the world over after the war and as one of the prime pieces of land which escaped harsh fallout after the bombs went off across Canada and the United States it was a prime spot for land grabbing. On the Island, the strong survived, the weak perished or found themselves working for the stronger. The island was separated into regions these days, a different chief of a different tribe groups separated by strength and allegiances, not by blood was prominent in each one of these regions. The 26 chiefs controlled the economy, their soldiers, their citizens, and their lands according to their will. Some were democratic, some were tyrannical. The majority was of the latter faction. Especially in Victoria, the seat of the most powerful chieftain on the island. He had little to do with the other chieftains and little care for them until they intruded on his territory, or they came into possession of something that he wanted dearly. He had become known as more than just chief in the last several years, some were beginning to call him Warlord, a man who could control other regions through his influence and call them to war if he so desired. This man was Rask Feron, an original native of the area and who claims to be descended from General Feron, the man who assumed military control over Vancouver Island during the war and maintained its defenses. He believed this gave him the right to the island, and many knew that he would not stop until he had it. Being an island, many of the small regions controlled an ample sized naval force mostly consisting of smugglers and the odd pirate ship or two, Rask Feron's was of course the largest but others to rival his operated in the waters off the island. The pirates were especially active in raiding ships which traveled to close to the island or were fool enough to come ashore. Approaching the shore, the boat which bore Aradia was doing a pitiful job of remaining stealthy, especially to the prying eyes of the natives on the shoreline. It was a relatively uninhabited spot that they seemed to be heading towards a forest with a large river inlet but Jean du Parc, a chief whose forces were nearly the rival of Rask Feron's forces had his eyes everywhere. His scouts in the old abandoned lighthouse had seen it as it came out of the fog early that morning. He had been warned by wire that it was coming. It would be a prime ship for raiding. They assumed it had men who were prepared to fight, but they knew they could throw more against the ship that they had the possibility of resisting. From the shoreline, behind the cove a mile or so to the left of the ship's heading, a large cargo freighter began to sail. It was not a stealthy ship, but it was larger than the one Aradia was one and it was loud. The old ship was rusted but had powerful engines and large naval grade cannons mounted to the top of the ship, relics from the WW2 era. It would of course take a moment for it to be noticed by the ship it was approaching, but given time or not the two large cannons were manned ready. One of the crewman, a large burly pirate was rotating the guns by hand and turning them in the direction of the ship. He aimed just over the prow of the boat and when given the order to fire, fired. A large shell fired over the prow as a warning shot. The captain of the ship would of course know that this meant stop and be boarded....what he would do, was of course, up to him.