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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 1:57 am
Pariah knew he'd probably have to live off the wilderness for a bit. This town was sort of doomed from the moment they pulled in to port. Actually, this town was doomed from the moment Kreig decided to stop there when they were still on the open sea. Pariah jumped down beside the boy, taking a moment to ensure everything was still in order. Once, his belt came loose while he was dropping from the mast, and he literally dove overboard to save his glass eyes that spilled out before they could sink and be lost to the ocean depths.
Pariah turned his head to the sounds of looting. He didn't like the noise either, but he had to keep up his rouge for longer, besides, Kreig's men would heavily outnumber him. Any chance he had would be up on some impossible perch, sniping. Even then, all you had to do was take cover, sit tight and wait.
He looked at the wee brunete boy with blue eyes, looking hesitant about something.
"Wot? Second thoughts?" Pariah asked quietly, actually concerned and not ridiculing. He'd made his decision before that he was going to help out the lad and leave Kreig's crew, so now that that obligation was severed...
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:04 am
Pryor looked at him, confused. "Second what? No..." He realized what Pariah had meant. He turned back as he saw a woman run out from behind an alley and across the docks screaming.
He turned back to Pariah. "We should help them." He stated confidently. He didn't care if Pariah would help him or not, but he had kind of hoped... These were people he knew and loved, being seiged by a ruthless pirate. Thinking of a plan, Pryor quickly re-considered his straight forward approach. "We- I should go hide what we've stolen, so it is not stolen back before we do anything." He tried to stand confidently. He knew he'd have at least somewhat of a chance if Pariah stood with him. And if not...
He might be able to talk Krieg out of the town with supplies and as little casualties as possible...
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 12:12 pm
Pariah said nothing for a while, folding his muscular arms and looking out over the town. He was looking for a viable snipe position-- clock tower, water tower, tall tree, anything. He'd sniped from odd positions before. His golden brows were furrowed in thought and deep concern.
"We should help them." Pryor said to him, watching the woman who tried to fling herself to safety, even if it meant taking refuge in the seas. Pariah was still silent.
"We-- I should go hide what we've stolen, so it is not stolen back before we do anything."
"Lead the way." Pariah had never been here in his life. He glanced down at Pryor. "If you're serious about helping these people, we're going to need a strategy. I don't know about your fighting skills, but I'd need to snipe from up there--" He pointed to the clock tower, "But Kreig's men have fought with me, and they know that taking cover is their only option. I'd need you to flush them out, but that's a dangerous request."
He knew Kreig and him would have to stand at odds eventually. What with him being a sworn member of the Navy with the single outstanding mission to take Kreig down at all costs, it was only a matter of time, and time it seemed was ripe here. Pariah pinned an intense green gaze on Pryor. If they defeated Kreig once and for all, guess who got his ship?
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 12:09 am
Pryor smiled at his companion. He had agreed to help. He knew very well though he couldn't just leave all the work for Pariah to do. Hand on his chin, he tried to concieve a quick plan.
"Hmmm... I think I've got something." He looked from his chest, to one of the smaller pistols draped over Pariah. It could work- as long as he didn't pull any stupid stunts, which would be tough for him. He bit his lip. Focusing on what he wanted to do was- again- life or death. He readied his chain.
"All right. Uhm, from what you and I know, they could be in many places- but I think I've narrowed in down to two. The blacksmith, or the tavern. Maybe," his voice trailed off. "Two groups, the one heading to the blacksmith would most likely have Krieg with them, and the other group, the rest of the crew. Our best bet is probably attacking the crew without Krieg at the tavern." He turned to scope-out the prefect sniping spot. It had to be precise, because if any of the pirates ecaped and told Krieg what was going on... A chill curled up his spine at the thought.
"How about over there?" He pointed towards a building slightly larger than the others. "The Supermarket building. That would be it; it's directly across from the Tavern. There are two exits from the Tavern. One if front, and one in back. You'll have the perfect spot to snipe them. I jsut hope you have enough ammo." He smiled. "I'll try to lead them out one by one, and if not, I'll slow 'em down as best I can." He laughed nervously. It was becoming a habit now. "How's that sound?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:43 pm
"We need to put away the armor first, because if you get captured, everything we have done will be lost, and more." Pariah meant his life might be forfeit, it was a definate posibility. He was already beginning to think about how to report to his superiors if they won, or if they lost.
If they won...Best case scenario, he'd request another undercover mission. Being on board a pirate vessel, they encountered other pirates often, and destroyed them. True, he was also a menace on the seas, but it more than evened out when he was the ONLY menace on the seas. But if they lost... Kreig would likely hunt them down and kill them, unless they got backup, but the nearest station was miles away.
An intense green gaze was studying the supermarket building. It would work.
"Alright. Another word of warning. Once you have them outside, do not, and I repeat, do not stand infront of one of them unless you want to become more full of holes than a piece of swiss cheese." He was deadly serious. He'd try his best not to shoot Pryor, but when it came to letting one of the pirates escape prematurely, coupled with his limited ammunition, his options were equally limited.
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