Infinity Paige: Time to get a story on
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Jas: I'm still around. Poking my nose in from time to time to see if anyone else came back.
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Gabriel Gallows: Hey there, is anyone still around?
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kenny83: Hey i would've checked but its been a long time plus since the new overlay of proboards it made logging in confusing its me Kenny also i wasnt able to retrieve my old login since the email it was associated with was no more when i switched net providers
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Loci: Just want to say, I had nothing to do with CV19. <3
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molly: UHHH HI it's Nev -- I just regained access to my email from ~15 years ago and it led to me finding this place again. If anyone has Discord and ever wants to catch up, add me! mollygos#2916
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kenny83: man after looking at the old stories so many memories and of all the things my character has been through from the coven to the autumn harvest, there was one thing i was disappointed we never really got to do
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kenny83: of all the plots, i was actually surprised there was never a wedding thread story for Kenny and Lillith,
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"Capitan!" Yells Miguel the 1st mate, a strange creature the likes of a ring-tail lemur dressed in a rugged and seafaring manor. "We have a confirmation on radar, an Airship bearing 20 degrees north."
Sitting at in the center of the bridge is Vincent Kumi, the captain of the Hijrah, and pirate extraordinar. He looks menacing, hands folded in front of his face as he stares out over the clouds. "Registry? I don't want this to end up another heavy military vessel."
"One second, sir." Punching a few buttons in a panel beside the radar display, Miguel brings up the ships registry. "Trabia, sir."
Vincent smirks. "My my, isn't she far from her port and out of jurisdiction. Mask our signature and set a course to follow." He looks over the ensign, a young male human, who is commanding the helm. "Tresk, bring us in slowly. We'll ride her wake. Increase shield output by 20% to the bow." Vincent reaches up for the bulkhead above him and brings down an intercom. "All hands to General Quarters, prepare for battle, we have ourselves a rogue Garden airship outside its jurisdiction."
Looking back to Miguel. "Miguel, watch her heading. Let's see where she is going first. The minute she steers toward Trabia airspace alert me and bring her into battle ready, otherwise keep me informed."
"Aye aye, captain." Miguel turns around, his long tail, flicking too and fro with the excitement of the chase.
Last Edit: Mar 11, 2007 19:08:47 GMT -5 by Vincent
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
"Miguel! What is it?" Vincent yells out as he stands from his chair.
Miguel runs over to another control panel and inspects the screen. "Hull breach! I think we've been boarded!"
Vincent cusses to himself. "Secure the bridge!" He reaches up and grabs the intercom mic. "This is the captain, we've been bored, all hands arm yourselves and secure your stations. Do not engage the intruder unless engaged first."
As he does this, Miguel locks the door into the bridge, securing it with an energy shield for added reinforcement. He then returns to his station.
Vincent sits back down and sighs. "Tresk, take evasive action and bring us out of the wake. Come broadside to the Trabia airship, they know we're here anyway. Focus shield power starboard."
With that, Vincent waits for the next course of action.
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
Vincent grabs for the intercom again. "This is your captain speaking, we have broken pursuit of the Trabia vessel. As for our guests, find them and bring them to the bridge. Now this is too our guests, your ship as abandoned you for our custody. If you surrender yourself peacefully, I would be more willing to negotiate your return. Your choice, don't keep me waiting."
Vincent sits back in his chair, resting himself. "That was interesting. Tresk, set a course for the nearby salt-marsh. We'll put down there, I have a plan. No prey, no pay..."
The Hijrah shoots off towards the chocobo ranch and the marsh nearby.
Last Edit: Mar 12, 2007 18:48:10 GMT -5 by Vincent
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
Smoke erupts from the engine room, the ship jeks and lists to the port.
"Miguel, report!" Vincent yells out, gripping tightly to his chair.
Miguel holds onto the consel he's at with all his might. "Don't know, perhaps we've been hit!"
Struggling to reach the intercom, the g-force acting agianst him, Vincent finnaly manages to grab ahold of it. "Engine room, report! Cheif Mate Nivzad, come in!"
A crackle is heard after a moment and a deep voice blares from the mic. "Sabotage! It was a female, she ripped engine two apart and a chunk of the hull as she fled! I'm taking her offline, we should be able to compensate here shortly. Hold on!"
After another moment, the ship stablizes, everyone on the bridge breathes a sigh of relief. "Tresk, take her down now!"
Tresk looks back to Vincent, nervously. "But... but captain, we're not at the marsh..."
"Dammit, Tresk! Obey the order or I'll flog you!" Vincent snaps back.
"Aye, aye captain!" Tresk turns around, spins the helm quickly, presses a few buttons and pulls back the throttle. The ship comes to a hard bump.
"Where are we, Miguel?" Vincent inqures.
Miguel looks at the map. "5 degrees west of the marsh, Chocobo Ranch."
Vincent nods. "Get to the cargo bay and prep the chocobo's, we got some good ol'fashioned revenge to take out. No one damages my ship." Miguel nods and walks off the bridge. "Tresk, watch the bridge while we're gone." Tresk nods and goes to work, checking systems. Vincent takes the com once agian. "Nivzad, nice work back there. Perform the neccesary repairs, you're incharge while I'm gone. If you need something, call me. 2nd mate Rafee, meet Miguel in the cargo bay. We have a trek into the city to make."
Vincent puts the mic away and stands up, walking over to the hatch, he mutters over his shoulder. "Tresk, you have the bridge." Then leaves.
"Ensign, bring her to 30,000 feet and stable off at .67mach." Vincent commands, his eyes look tired and slightly hung-over. "Aye aye, captain. Bearing?" Tresks asks.
Vincent: "Take us to Fisherman's Horizon for resupply, we're low on food stuffs."
"Plotting course now, Captain." Exclaims Miguel from his chart table, fiddling around with a compass and ruler.
The Hijrah takes off from its dock at Treno, engines finnaly in good shape. Just another routine day in the life of sky pirates.
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
Without warning, the Hijrah's radio system emits a loud banshee esque shriek. The entire bridge crew covers their ears, trying to drown out the horrible cry. "WHAT THE HELL IS IT!" Tresk screams at the top of his lungs.
The wail dies after less then half a minute, but the ringing it leaves behind in their ears takes long to disappear. "My gods..." Vincent exclaims. "What in the twelve layers of hell was that all about?"
Miguel shakes his head, trying to get rid of the ringing. "Dunno, Capt. But I think I need a hearing aid now." Miguel then hops over to the central radio. "Lets see what it was all about."
Vincent nods and turns his attention back to the skyline. "Let me know, that was just the most horrible sound I think I can recall hearing in a long time."
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
Vincent arrives back on the bridge and takes his seat, Miguel following, his new toy still in hand.
"Tresk." Vincent calls over to him. "Take her about, 90 degrees and put as much distance between here and us."
"Roger captain." Tresk replies, bringing the helm sharply to port. The ship sways drastically, forcing the crew to hold tight, till the engines kick in and the ships soars off.
Vincent reaches up to the bulkhead above him, grabing ahold of the intercom. He flips a dail for Nahlas station. "Nahla, you there."
Nahla: "Nahla here, captain." Vincent: "Keep an eye on our guest for us, will ya? I don't think we will have any further problems but I don't know this girl from Eve." Nahla: "Will do captain." Vincent: "Thats my girl, capt out."
Vincent hangs up the receiver and sighs. "What a day..."
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
::Natalia nods to Nahla, who turns to leave. She looks the clothes they left for her. It's a loose fit white shirt, with a drawstring at the collar. There are also a pair of dark leggings. The clothes were obviously made for a man. With a snap of her fingers, the clothes are off the cot, and replace her black ragged ones. Her magic modified them to fit her, so the shirt is now more snug at her bodice. Her leggings are now form-fitting, and fit quite easily into her knee-high boots. She takes a look at herself in a small hanging mirror in the room. She looks like a completely different person::
Well, as long as I'm onboard with pirates, I may as well look the part.
::She snaps her fingers again, and her fine long dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail, mimicking Nahla's. A Bright red sash appears around her waist, holding a fine-looking rapier in place::
A little cliche, but I suppose it works.
::She leaves to join the crew at dinner::
Last Edit: Apr 14, 2007 21:57:32 GMT -5 by Natalia
--"And there the wicked old witch stayed for a long time." --"And did she ever come out?" --"Not yet." Gregory Mcguire author of Wicked. www.freewebs.com/tragicwitch
The galley, much like the rest of the airship, is sparesly decorated. However, in an obvious attempt to add a hint of warmth to this part of the vessel, the table and chairs are wooden and surprisingly nice. They appear to obviously been carved and shaped by hand. The bulkheads also have lovely artwork of classical sailing ships adorning them. Inside the kitchen is Rafee, putting the last touches on tonights dinner, he pays little attention to anyone coming or going through the galley.
Slowly the rest of the crew arrive for dinner, Nivzad arriving last. He appears flustered and stressed, something he is known for, specially after long hours in the belly of the ship.
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
::Natalia takes her seat next at the end of the table, opposite Vincent. She says nothing, apparently waiting for Vincent to address her::
Last Edit: Apr 14, 2007 22:16:04 GMT -5 by Natalia
--"And there the wicked old witch stayed for a long time." --"And did she ever come out?" --"Not yet." Gregory Mcguire author of Wicked. www.freewebs.com/tragicwitch
Nivzads eyes grow wide upon seeing Natalia. "It's that girl! Oh no captain."
Calmly, Vincents look over to Nivzad. "If you have a problem with our guest you can eat elsewhere. Do I make myself clear?"
Nivzad sends Vincent a disgruntled look but quiets down, keeping his sight forward, away from Natalia.
Rafee emerges from the kitchen, carrying a crystal ship's decanter filled with some type of brown liqure, eleboratly etched with what appears to be a royal crest, as well as several glasses. One for each of them. He places the decanter down in the center of the table.
"Natalia." Vincent addresses across the table. "It's a fine sherry, the best in our stores. I hope you will partake?" Rafee fills the glasses and hands them around, one to each of them before returning to the kitchen.
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
::Natalia raises her hand. The entire room seems to hold their breath, anticipating lightning or fire, until they see she is merely reaching for her glass::
Thank you kindly Captain. Quite hospitiple.
::She's nervous about taking a sip. It's been centuries since she's drunk anything. She's alarmed to find it's quite refreshing::
I must thank you again. I misjudged you quite unfairly. I never would have expected such kind treatment. Even to a sorceress.
::She takes another sip, carefully observing his reaction::
Last Edit: Apr 14, 2007 22:29:53 GMT -5 by Natalia
--"And there the wicked old witch stayed for a long time." --"And did she ever come out?" --"Not yet." Gregory Mcguire author of Wicked. www.freewebs.com/tragicwitch
Vincent breaths in deeply. "You're our guest, despite what mishaps we both encountered before, that is in the past. You may find it surprising how well we have learned to let things go."
The mood is disrupted when Miguel starts muttering to himself as he stares down into his lap. The occasional tip of his new toy peaks over the edge of the table as he plays with the things in his lap. Vincent rolls his eyes. "Miguel, could you please not play at the dinner table, you're not five."
Miguel looks to the captain, slightly embarresed. "Sorry, captain." He takes a quick sip from his glass and quiets down.
"As I was saying, you're a guest and you'll be treated as such." Vincent places his hands, folded on the table. "You say you're a princess? and a sorceress? Sounds like a story, someone the likes of you ending up in the middle of the sea, half drowned."
Last Edit: Apr 14, 2007 22:36:38 GMT -5 by Vincent
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
I was afraid this would come up. How familiar are you with the Fallen Angel Loci?
--"And there the wicked old witch stayed for a long time." --"And did she ever come out?" --"Not yet." Gregory Mcguire author of Wicked. www.freewebs.com/tragicwitch
The entire room goes silent, except for the sound of something falling in the kitchen, dropped by Rafee.
Tresk looks over to Natalia, his face graven. "Princess... you better watch your words here. We don't..." "That's enough Tresk, let it go. She doesn't know." Nahla interupts, she appears to be a somewhat distraught.
"Natalia." Vincent cuts in, he himself even appears to have lost his strong demener. "Loci is the reason we're on this ship. Why we have been driven to the fringes of decent society." He takes a long gulp of sheery before looking towards the kitchen. "Rafee, bring the food out. It's best to talk about this on more then just sheery alone." He looks back to Natalia. "Perhaps we should tell you about ourselves before we go any furhter..." He looks down to the decanter, at the etched in crest adoring its surface. He face grows sullen and distant, lost in another time. "Natalia... you ever hear of the city-state Vector?"
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
I'm surprisingly ignorant about this world. It would be best if you filled me in.
--"And there the wicked old witch stayed for a long time." --"And did she ever come out?" --"Not yet." Gregory Mcguire author of Wicked. www.freewebs.com/tragicwitch
Vincent sighs, it's obviously hard for him to talk about this. Before he can speak though, Rafee brings out several loafs of warm bread setting them down on the table. Everyone of the Hijrah crew, except Vincent grab for them. Tearing them apart and passing them around, still the whole while focusing on Vincent.
"Me and the rest of my crew come from a region of the world that no longer exsists. It was ruled by The Empire of Gastra, its capital was called Vector. Miguel and I were from there. Nahla hails from Zozo, it was to the north-west." He motions to Nivzad. "Nivzad was born in South Figaro." He looks to Rafee. "Rafee comes to us from Mobliz." Lastly he looks to Tresk. "And Tresk is from Nikeah." He looks back to Natalia. "All these places no longer exsist thanks to Loci and in part, his kin."
Rafee returns back from the kitchen, seven plates on a tray. He places one infront of each person before taking his own seat. The meal looks like some type of goulash, it smells a tad spicey but looks appetizing none the less. "I hope you don't mind spicey foods." Rafee says, talking to Natalia. "It's was a delicacy from our land."
Vincent resumes speaking. "It was, I suppose twenty years now, sence Loci unleashed a pandemic accross our lands." He starts eating, stopping perodically to talk. "Killed most of the people, those that survived huddled together and when the plague subsided, began to rebuild their lives." He takes another bite, jamming his fork hard into the plate. It makes a loud clank. "Then the wars began."
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2009 21:25:35 GMT -5 by Vincent
"Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me."
::Natalia continues pretending to eat. It's tasteless to her, but after what Rafee said, she can't refuse. She is still riveted to Vincent's every word. She takes another bite::
Please continue Captain.
--"And there the wicked old witch stayed for a long time." --"And did she ever come out?" --"Not yet." Gregory Mcguire author of Wicked. www.freewebs.com/tragicwitch