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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:40 pm
Storm laughed at Kibo's words.
"I hardly think useing spirts to do your dirty work for you counts as being a deadly person."
She pulled a small, but nastily tiped dagger out of the top of her boot, tossed it up into the air, let it spin around three times before catching by the tip and threw it hard to thunk into a barrel at the other end of the ship.
"Personale, I perfer useing slightly more trust worthy weapons."
She snapped her fingers and the dagger flew back into her hand and Storm slipped it back into it's hidden boot shealth.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:47 pm
Ranu returned the slight smile, patting his musket lovingly.
I think these are the way to the future
He lifted it for them to see. It seemed like someone else talking.
I bet one day we have guns that fire...
He flailed for a number.
60 bullets in under a minuite
He looked at his gun.
Hope I'm around to see such a creation.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:22 pm
Storm shrugged.
"Oh, aye, of that I have no doubt. But until they design a better way to launch the bullet, I think I'll be just fine with my pair of pistols. Among other things."
Storm grinned.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:33 pm
Ranu grinned at the comment, his own pistol was tucked into his belt. Maybe he'd loot a second. Make himself a walking warzone. He smiled at the thought.
How long till we arrive?
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:02 pm
Kibo grins, and points off the port bow.
Kibo: We're here.
Kibo walks over to the edge of his ship, and stares Forn down. It takes Forn only a split second to register the face, before his own filled with rage.
Forn: You... YOU!!!
Forn pulls out something that looked like a long-barreled pistol, and fired a shot at Kibo.
Kibo: Heh heh. Fool. You're still a good quarter mile away. There's too much delay.
Kibo steps to one side, and the bullet flies harmlessly into the deck. Kibo looks back at Storm.
Kibo: See you on my new ship!
Kibo switches his sheathes, making his wings appear, and glides leisurely towards Forn's ship.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:06 pm
Storm grnned and turned back to Renu.
"Your in charge of boarding crew A. Mr. Whisperweb is your second. On my order, you and the other 4 platoons'll jump over to Forn's ship and take him and his crew out and support Kibo. Until then, you have the guns."
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:43 pm
Kibo touches down on the deck of Forn's ship, and smiles nonchalantly at him.
Kibo: Hello again, old friend.
Forn: Don't you dare call me "friend."
Kibo laughs, and takes a step forward.
Kibo: Well, someone's sure gotten their knickers into a twist! How about we settle this with a little one-on-one duel? No crewmen. Just you and me. And I don't even have a pistol. How about it?
Forn: I'll take solice in disembowling you.
Kibo: That's just peachy.
Kibo unsheathes his blades.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:01 pm
Ranu saluted the captain, running down to the deck.
You heard the captain. Four platoons get ready to board, the rest of you, open fire on that ship.
He turnt to peer at the ship.
Fire the cannons one at a time, it'll cause more mayhem. An endless storm.
He laughed wildly, drawing out his sword, spinning it in an arch, then pointing it up to point at the enemys mast.
Ready?
He called, glancing up at the captain to give him the order to fire with the cannons.
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:11 pm
A bird flies from Forn's ship, and lands in front of Ranu, changing form into a tall, muscular, tan-skinned man, with a large Indian headdress. He opens his mouth, and speaks in a voice crackling with disuse.
Indian chief: Don't fire the cannons. Kibo wants his new ship intact.
Meanwhile, back on Forn's ship, blades were clashing, and pistols were firing. Kibo's shoulder had been bleeding profusely for several minutes, before finally scabbing up. Forn reaches for his pistol, but fumbles it as he takes it from it's holster. Kibo finds his opening, and shoves his blade into the trigger loop, positioning it so that Forn is holding his own gun, pointed at himself, with Kibo controlling the trigger.
Kibo: Well, it seems that we've reached an accord. Surrender your ship, or die.
Forn: You think you've beaten me, fool?
Forn makes a quick motion, releasing his pistol. Kibo spins the blade, firing the shot, but it is too late. Forn had already maneuvered away.
Kibo: You crafty little blighter.
Kibo swings his blade in a curve, sending Forn's pistol into the ocean.
Kibo: There. An even sword fight.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 3:08 pm
Storm shook her head at the bird and muttered under her breath at Kibo. She waved Ranu down and turned to the top deck crewmen and boarders.
"You heard the commadore. He wants the ship in tip top shape when we're through with it! Ready the grapples and boarding planks! We're in range in 300 yards."
The pirates shouted with glee and hurried around readying the ropes and long, narrow wodden planks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 5:44 pm
Kibo swings his blade, his arm feeling like lead. He couldn't give in, though. Forn still showed no signs of fatigue, and that what Kibo was mirroring.
Kibo: I think it's time for switch.
Kibo catches Forn's blade with his, and tosses it into the deck. As Forn tries to pull it out, Kibo switches hands, wielding his blade in his left hand. He turns it over, so he is holding the sword blade-down.
Kibo: Learned this in a small island off of China.
Kibo swings the blade upwards with great force. It's blade hits the hilt of Forn's blade, sending it upwards, it's ball slamming directly into the center the man's forehead, and causing him to stagger backwards.
Kibo: Now's my chance!
Kibo rushes forward, and lands a slash across Forn's chest. Forn gasps in pain, and staggers backwards, clutching his chest. Kibo sheathes his blade, and flicks his wrist, making a small knife appear in his hand.
Kibo: Goodbye again, Forn.
Kibo runs forward, and slashes across Forn's chest in opposite, diagonal directions. He then slashes down, and then back up, and finally across. Forn crumples, and lies facedown on the deck, dying the seawater aboard the ship a deep red. Kibo rightens himself, and turns to Forn's old crew, who take a collective step backward, as if scared that Kibo would kill them all at that moment. Kibo's breathing is labored.
Kibo: You can... either join me... or go overboard. *huff puff* Choose.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:47 pm
Storm saw the finsh to the fight and noded appreictivly. Kibo was good and she'd give him that. Storm noded once more and grinned wide.
"Now's the time boys to earn your pay. Clear up Kibo's new ship!"
The crew threw the grapples and severale small cannons fired tangling lines into Forn's ship, hoplessly tangling it's rigings. They charged over with a great shout and with drawn weapons.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 6:42 pm
Kibo grabbed a man by the scruff of his neck.
Kibo: You don't want to join my crew? Fine.
Kibo effortlessly throws the man overboard.
Kibo: There, that's everyone. We have 20 new crew members! Now, for the last part.
Kibo stabs a third blade into the ground, and then runs through the line of crew members, clashing them each across the chest. The wounds instantly heal, as well as the other injuries the men suffered in battle, and the men clutch their chest, staring at Kibo loke some sort of miracle worker. Kibo walks over to Storm, and whispers in her ear.
Kibo: There. Technically, they're dead. Now they won't take up as much room. But they don't know they've died, so don't tell them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 8:08 pm
Storm grinned and gave Kibo an apprecitive glance.
"You have my word as a pirate."
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Keep Calm I am The Doctor
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 1:08 pm
Nodding at the order, Ranu glanced at the pirates.
When we get one, I want the of you to keep together and fire you're muskets together in a volly. Then I want you to lay some steal into them. If you get a chance, reload like the devil.
He glanced at his sword, then, holding it by the hilt, he snatched a grapple, working his way over, leading them to the starboard side. His squads swung and followed, forming into a bad line. It worked out about four lines deep. Ranu joined the first line, raised his own musket.
Front two ranks, kneel
he ordered, dropping to one knee. He watched a surge of blood thirst enemy pirates charging at them.
Make ready
He called, dragging back the c**k on his gun.
Present
he raised the gun to his shoulder, lowering his eye to his sight, targeting a particularly ugly bugger.
Fire
There was a crackle like lightening as the four lines fired. Before the smoke cleared, the muskets had been slung over shoulders for swords as the Pirates charged into the still active side. Leaping a body, Ranu swept his sword in a lower body arch into a still living enemy. Jumping his body as it fell, he staggered on a slip of blood, inadvertedly leading his men below. Down there was a load of pirates wielding weapons.
Lightenings, to me!
Ranu called to his men, then charged forwards, leading them towards a group of enemys, who charged towards them at the same time.
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