Treacherous Waters [Inactive]

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Treacherous Waters - A ship filled with criminals, each with their own vendettas and morals; what could go wrong?

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Dorian paced through the well-equipped vessel, waiting for the other passengers to be situated inside of it. He didn't know what he was doing, really; his original thought was, thanks to the long journey ahead, he would at least hear something about his sister's fate. However, that seemed rather pointless now. What were the odds of that?


The pay was good, at least. Enough to keep his search going, though the cargo which the ship now holds is entirely unknown. For all he knew, it could be an explosive, which anyone could easily accidentally set off. Or purposefully. Bah, that would be suicide. And all this vessel holds is a few criminals, that no one truly cares about. It's illogical to assume an explosive of any degree would be here anyways.


Curious, Dorian took a peek outside, to the landing pad which the ship rested on. It was vast, surely, with many other ships and crates of cargo outside. People moved to and fro; some criminals, some pilots, some workers. All having a purpose, all having a goal. Dorian sighed; this would be a long journey indeed.
 
The crowd shifted, people pushing. People cursing at others for shoving. A strange voice that was snotty and bratty went above the others, " Out of my way, or take a fist to the face!" A strange bubble of non-vacancy slowly formed, in the middle was a young female with a giant metal fist, and a gem glowing on top. She smirked. One guy yelled from the crowd ' Really? What are you going to do? Put make-up on and cry?!' Vi sneered it the direction. Another group dispersed and a man fairly built with scars stood in the middle. He didn't seem impressed with the look's of Vi. " Say that again, dumb ass." Vi tapped her foot. The man hesitated. There was a strange silent stare off between the two. The man finally turned around, away from Vi and started to speak, and walk off. " I wouldn't hit a girl anyw-" The figure suddenly slammed to the ground.


Tssssck. . . Tsssck. chink The mecha gauntlet re-geared, and some of the brass creaked.


" I warned you. ." Vi walked off into the crowd, with the man laying on the ground, with a broken nose, fractured skill. and missing teeth. Yet no one wanted to get near her strangely, they all stepped back when she came near her, and she walked towards the ship, marked for her 'job'. She released the glove, and it slowly shifted into a black box, with a slight blue gloss to it. She rolled up her sleeves, with a smirk. ' Can't wait to get started' She mumbled.
 
Kyra stood idly by and watched the girl Bro-fist the man in the face. She smiled to her self noticing the the girl had been used to the tool for a while considering how fast she moved it catching the man off guard. "Still not as fast as a light sword" Kyra thought to her self looking down at her arm blade securely fastened to her arm. Kyra looked over the gun attached to the handle making sure it wasn't loaded and showing the guard escorting her it was empty as well. Kyra was free of any restraints, guards around here knew full well as long as you didn't try and cuff up this girl that she would be easy to escort with minimal resistance. Most didn't know of her past, just knew she hated being locked up so few would fight her with it, the look she gave with that weapon in hand was enough.


Kyra made her way to the ship ducking and weaving through the crowds silently as the guard had to push past people in a slight rush to keep up. he finally caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder, he body tightened from its previous lose state in which helped her weave through the people. She fought the urge to bite the mans hand and draw blood she just pulled her shoulder away.


"Miss, I'm supposed to escort you, not you run off."


"Then keep up you hunk of tin" she said turning to him with a now-you-lead air about her. The guard cleared his throat as he lead the way.
 
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Rowan watched as the crowd grew larger and larger. She watched the fights going on and just ignored it, she would gladly join in, but sadly the cuffs that kept her confined gave her no chance of doing anything she wanted. She watched the ship as it docked, all she thought of was her past coming back into the present. "Oh well.." she huffed under her breath. She started walking up to the entrance gate and saw a guard standing stiff and tall, all she did was smirk and was shoved in there by the other guard that was behind her. The bay was big, but she's seen bigger, she walked up to the middle and started turning slowly to get a full panorama of the ship. She looked down to the floor and still saw her hands cuffed for "precautions", precaution her butt, maybe if she could try hard enough, she could get out of this joint, but that wouldn't happen, the ship might be packed with secret weapons and other crap she wanted no part of. She would just have to endure. 
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Rowan was taking in every urge she had to keep calm and not mess this up, she actually wanted to be on this ship, shocker but true. A strange man walked up to her, "Your name miss?", his eyes lowered, and then came back up to look straight into her eyes. "Good luck with that," she said, "you're not getting anything out of me." The man smirked, "We'll see about that." his head leaned toward his shoulder to the intercom piece connected to his vest, "What is prisoner 5-1A's name?" Her eyes widened, "Passenger 5-1A? Why the hell are they giving me a code number?!" Some male voice said something in more of a grumble than a sentence, but the guard understood it anyway. "Ah, the girl who fights back, I see you have been properly handled with by the others." "Look mister, I don't give a flying hover craft who handled me correctly and if I fight back or not! I already know I fight back! So get me out of these cuffs, I'll go to my chambers, and I'll probably figure a way out, capiche?" He chuckled. "Nice try Rowan Briar, but your on our multiple crimes list, your not gonna get out of those cuffs until captain orders it." She wished she could have slapped him....
 
Kyra followed her escorting guard watching him very carefully barley noticing where she we being lead. She noticed something in the way he walked. She smiled as she managed to slip a knife from some unsuspecting persons sheath then proceeded to bump into the guard cutting a strap making a piece of his armor tilt, opening up to revile his coin pouch wish she broke off its string as she pulled away from bumping into him. He turned to look at her.


"What? I tripped, I don't have my sea legs yet."


"The ships not even m--" the guard stopped and rolled his eyes thinking this was to stupid to even respond to as he continued walking her to her chambers. "Here is your room miss. I'll wait here until someone comes to check you in or something."


"How about you wait out side dear."


"I'm afraid I can not you need to be watched"


"you don't need to watch me undress and change and there is no windows in my room. so turn around and close the door behind you." With a slight embarrassed blush he walks out the door and closes it standing in front of the door.


Kyra proceeded to change her clothes pulling on a long sleeve jacket with a hood and tight, but maneuverable, jeans. Kyra unbolted her blade to slide it in hiding it in her sleeve. ((take a minute to ready up so no sneak attacking here)) only the gun is still in her grip but she made sure again it was unloaded. Kyra did not plan to start anything and if a fight broke out she knew she could slip away with enough time to get ready if she needed.


Kyra then layed down on her bed and pulled out a small book and starts reading waiting for some more action.
 
After all the check up on Rowan the guards kept looking at her, she didn't know if it was because they were interested or because she was a known criminal. She bumped into a tall guy, he seemed to be a little young, maybe in his 30s or so, he looked down at her and asked, "So how are ya liking the ship?" Did he seriously just ask that question? Later she was shoved into some room that was all completely white, she felt like she was put in an insane asylum now. She banged on the door and asked, "So this room is really dull, could I step out and get some colors to splash in there?" The guard, who was obviously an idiot, let her out and she immediately jumped over him and started to try and choke him... But that didn't work out so much since the other guards grabbed her and threw her into the bay again...
 
Vi stepped onto the boardwalk that led to the ship, each step she made, created a hollow metal noise. It almost sounded like she was a cowgirl wit spurs. She access the main door, opening it up and seeing all the cargo boxes. She plied one open and many alien fruits spilled out. She grabbed on of them, making a nose which said, ' Eh, might as well.' She whipped it on her clothes and took a bite of it. She instantly loved it, it was so juicy and ripped to perfection! Well, she didn't know if it was ripe or not, so she guessed it was. She laughed a bit thinking, and started to walk down the different cabins, looking in the cells to see if anyone was there, she then came upon a giant man sitting outside the door. His posture was quite horrid, for a guard. He looked like he was protecting something? Or hiding something, Vi wanted to know what it was.


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A giant dent suddenly caved in on the iron sealed door, she kicked it open. By a little girl's vision, Kyra could see the knocked out guard, who was all tied up. Vi sighed. It was only a little girl... She now realized: She punched a dude for nothing! SWEET!
 
Rowan was being punished in the worst way on this ship, taking a zapper to the back, she endured the pain, why couldn't she fight back? She has been accused of to many things to take up all this crap. She saw a piece of glass on the floor, she tried to grab it with her foot but a guard tried to pick her up by her waist, she felt violated and left kicked him on the head. She was done with being the nice girl, she was a criminal, and one measly ship won't change that. She went over to the other guard and said, "Hey man look I'm-" and she grabbed his hand, punched him, kneed him in he stomach and hit a pressure point to pass him out for a while. She started walking down the hall when other guards came running with some lasers, but instead of fighting them she just winked, waved good-bye and walked the rest of the way down the hall.


She stopped at a cell that seemed fit for her personality and kicked the door open. She walked inside and saw some guys playing cards. "And you are?" She asked. "The engineers for the engine room, why who's askin'?" "Me, cause I was just wandering if I could just ask you guys to leave." "We ain't leavin pretty lady, why don't you please us a bit before we go back to work for a couple hours?" Rowan smirked. "And why don't you just start to daydream to keep up with that little active imagination of yours!" They weren't very happy but they left and she finally had the room to herself.
 
Kyra Jumped as the dent was formed in her door followed by a deep dissatisfied sigh. Kyra took a moment to look over the new little girl and her incompasitated guard. Kyra Again sighed, "i hope there arnt much more people like you on here, just doing what you please." Kyra got up and walked over to the guard seeming to make sure he's ok. She knelt beside him and started to loot his body for anything useful. Finding not much more item wise from the man she took the shoulder and arm piece of his armor and placed it on her right arm. ((left arm has the blade which is currently hidden except the gun))


After adjusting the armor to make it a tight fit she turn back to the girl. "Whats a little girl like you doing on this ship? let alone being a criminal? ... and you owe me a new door or a better room... I wont stay here with a broken door."
 
Dorian walked about the ship, moving toward the main bay as others filed into the vessel. He moved toward, and soon stood behind, the man soon-to-be piloting the craft. Dorian stooped behind the man's chair to reach his level, looking at the various information laid out on the interface.


"How are we looking, Chuck?" Dorian asked inquisitively, looking still to the data.


"Soon, soon." He said with a smile. "I heard that we're going to have a lot of ladies on this ship. AmIright?"


"Ladies that will most likely kill you in your sleep, yes." Dorian replied. They both laughed a bit, before hearing the powerful sound of something hard hitting the door of the vessel. "I-I'll look into it..." Dorian stated, trying to reassure the pilot.


Upon arriving to the door, he noticed a girl with a rather ridiculous gauntlet attached to her hand, seemingly an inch away from the new dent at the hull. The guard at the front now seemingly unconscious. "Well, excellent!" He said with much disdain, taking a step forward. "Do your realize how much this will cost to repair? And how long we know have to wait for it to be? Honestly! If you're a passenger on this vessel, this dent here adds another good half hour until you can get the credits at the end." He stated flatly, shaking his head.


He took a step back, turning back to the hull, calling out to Chuck about what happened. He immediately began calling for assistance to repair the door frame. In the mean time, Dorian clutched the hilt of his gun, in case this little girl was to be hostile.
 
Kyra stood as the events played out in front of her. as the man walked away she yelled "nice to meet you to." Kyra turned to the girl. "you sure know how to get the attention." Kyra started following the man staying behind him enough he didn't have to draw his guard but not enough to lose him in a crowd. She had questions and knew he would have them or lead her to them.
 
Vi laughed and turned around, she didn't expect to see a 'boy'. She scanned him looking for anything, interesting about him. "Give me a blowtorch and some sheet metal" Vi walked to the other side of the door and punched some it back in place. She poked her head around the corner and sneered at the man. Only showing her forehead and eyes she spoke up. Her voice was muffled a bit, being he mouth is behind a door." I am only here for money." She slowly pulled back in and using her fingers to bend the door back in shape.
 
Rowan went out of her stolen room, she saw a girl and a guy standing down the hall, it seemed that the girl was bending the door back in place, but why did she even bend it in the first place? Rowan walked slowly down the hall from where they were standing, "What the hell happened?" She asked. She looked down at the girl, she was actually a little tiny for being a criminal and all. The guy seemed slender and tall, his black hair faded into the darkness down the hall. Rowan smirked, she didn't know what to ink, all she wanted was to get paid and get off, the only problem was, she wouldn't be able to kill anyone. Rowan just leaned up against the corridor wall. "Seems like this ship is filled with serial killing girls..." She said under her breath.
 
Alice wove her way though the busy street. She looked down at the price of paper in her hands where the name of the ship was written. Feeling a hot breath on her neck, she had to spin around to narrowly avoid being trampled an by a large, muscular man who was muttering curses under his breath. She eyed him cautiously, her sights settling on a small knife he had strapped to his belt. It was lovely. The wooden handle was carved with intricate designs and the clightly curved steel of the blade gleamed brilliantly. It was obviously new; the man had probably bought it today from one of the traders in the main town. And it would look so perfect in her collection; a true gem among the old and grubby knives snatched from various places in her home town. She had to have it. Even though he appeared to be unarmed otherwise,her diminutive size meant she had little chance in a fight. Not even the arsenal of blades clanking hard and cold against her flesh, hidden beneath the folds of her dress, said otherwise. She was fast, though. Certainly faster than him and more nimble.


She followed behind him for a bit, trying to find an opening. It would be easy enough to just grab her prize and run; any other day she would have. But she had a job now, and she was already running late. She sighed, grabbing the knife quickly, her fingers rubbing against his flesh in her hurry. The man gave a start, but she was already off, too far away for him to have any hope of catching her. Alice smiled, running her fingers over her newfound treasure. And then, by sheer luck, she found herself in front if the ship she'd been looking for all along. "Today seems like the perfect start to this job," she thought as she stepped on board.
 
Dorian sighed, turning around, now facing not one, but two different girls. He shook his head. "If you want a blowtorch and sheet metal, you can go back to cargo. If you can get it done quick enough, and seamlessly, I'll be happy." He stated, facing the girl with the iron fist. He then turned his attention to the second girl.


"Heavy-fist here dented the door, setting us back a few minutes. We should be getting things rolling soon, though." He stated, shaking his head. Things were already looking rather stressful. He hoped that everything would ultimately turn out alright.
 
Rowan chuckled at the guy, "As long as we all don't kill each other I'm fine with whatever dilay." She said walking past him with a smirk. She walked towards the bay taking a look at it once more like she did the first time. "This place gives me the creeps..." She said under her breath, "So does all these girls." Said the captain, "You ladies have gotten into a lot of trouble to get on this ship, and now one of you dented the door!" Rowan kind of stood there, she couldn't speak. "Look mister, I didn't bang your stupid door so don't get your panties in a twist, I thought you were supposed to be flying this thing already." Rowan replied. "There won't be any flying until that door is fixed!" Rowan put her hands up as if she was just about to get arrested, the captain apparently went wacko, either that or he was just really emotional about the ship. "Look, if you need any help just let me know, but don't bite my head off already." Rowan said. The captain rubbed his head and said, "Just go to a room, stay there and stay out of trouble, if that's possible..." Rowan walked back out of the bay and went down to the stolen room of hers and just sat there looking at the blank wall and fell asleep.
 
Entering the ship, Alice was hit with the sounds of chaos. Venturing in farther, the source was obvious. A girl with a metal fist that seemed much too large for her petite frame stood there trying to fix a mangled door. Alice guessed they would be there a while. And that the door would never work quite right. She chuckled slightly to herself. Despite the humor in the situation, she dearly hoped that the little girl would be able to keep herself and her emotions in check. She knew how important it was to stay in control. She'd been in a power struggle for years.


A man stood next to her, clearly in distress. She wondered if he was in charge here. Even though the girl looked like she could take him out easily with that giant fist of hers, she seemed to be listening to him. That said something, considering the temper she suspected the girl had. She ran her fingers lovingly over her pilfered treasure as she watched the scene.
 
Kitty starred at the ship with a look of displeasure, she was definitely not a big fan of being stuck with the same people for to long or she'd end up getting annoyed at having to continuously look at their faces. With a sigh Kitty shoved through the large crowd of people and made sure she wasn't close enough for any pick-pocket to grab any of the gold jewelry she had gotten when she had found a treasure chest with a group of mercenaries she hired last year.


Her gold-brown eyes noticed all types of different men and women who were here for the ship, Kitty knew that she would have to be careful on this ship and trust no one but herself like usual. Grabbing her long pale blonde hair up she put it into a ponytail before boarding onto the ship with her guard up and her heart racing in excitement of what could happen on this mission.


"Dang it..." She grunted when a man shoved her out of his way, his beady eyes gleamed down at her like she didn't belong near his presence.


"Watch where your going!" Kitty hissed at him and shot her leg out and hitting the back of his knee. He fell onto one knee with a growl of pain and the moment he was about to hit her Kitty spun around and connected her foot to the back of his head, it didn't take long before he fell forward. Kitty looked around and quickly disappeared into the crowd boarding the ship.
 
Kyra was relieved to find out who was finally in charge, the details of this mission were slightly vauge to her but she was starting to get a handle in the situation which brought her stress level down. "Is there anything i can do to help? we seem to be lacking in crew who are ready to start serving." Kyra held out her hand. "My names kyra, i've been on many ships before sure most i was a stowaway but some i was first mate." *kyra gave a sly smile but her eyes were full of trust. "so what needs done?" 
((feel free to read my spoilers but they will have nothing to do with whats going on or need to be read just give a little more back story to Kyra

After Kyra's friend took her place for her death sentence the guard was orderd to take kyra away. The guard took kyra to the cocking bay in the next town. He gave her the arm balde she now carries with her. "This is a gift from Estelle ((her friend)) please stay safe and alive." he handed her a pouch of gold and a few food items, then turned and walked away.


Kyra sat on the nearest crate and began to bawl. her life was over, she lost all her friends and family. Kyra slowly looked up as her tears started to subdue. ""i have no connections.."" kyra thought to her self. ""i can start over... and not be a slave anymore...."" kyra stood up looking around she saw a shady looking ship and snuck on bored.


Inside the dank ship in the lower deck kyra was hit with an assortment of smells. Everything from man sweat and pickles and other things she refused to think what they could even be. As she looked around after her eye started to adjust she noticed loads of barrels and crates All unlabeled.





A door open at the far end of the hull with a blinding light. Kyra's instinct kicked in forcing her to hide behind the nearest crate. A large man walked down the stairs, hit step he took hit with a low loud thud from his weight. As her eyes adjusted she made out the figure. he looked in his 40's with a medium length beard the man looked just under 300 pounds, he had a large pistol in his hand.





"Alright come on out, I know your in Here" His voice traveled with a force that made kyra jump. she found her self starting to stand up, in her mind she was fighting her self to stay down but her body felt on auto-pilot.





"I-I'm sorry... I've been through a lot and needed somewhere to go." The man stood for a moment un-moving then walked over and grabbed her hand dragging her above deck.





"I've found meh a new wentch!" The man bellowed to his crew as they all cheered in delight with woops and hollers. Panic swelled in kyra as she tried to pull away. The man grabbed tighter as he waddled off to his quarters. After pulling Kyra in and tossing her on the been he slammed the door shut. Kyra's heart raced as she had flash backs to the night her life changed. rage then filled her mind and body as she lunged at the man with his back turned. The man quickly turned and wrapped his arms around kyra as she landed right onto his chest into a big bear hug. "Your safe here." His voice was so much calmer from before it melted kyra's anger into a puddle of almost tears.





The Caption set kyra back onto the bed and he knelt beside her. He just looked her over for what felt like ten minutes with eyes as a father would look at his daughter. "I said what i did to the other men so they wouldn't touch you. they wouldn't dare touch one of meh girls. Kyra was still in shock trying to understand what was going on.
 
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Dorian nodded, noting the arrival of everyone. Things seemed to be moving, especially since the dent was indeed being repaired. Paying attention to the girl before him, however, he noted her clear respect, and her wish to keep things moving. He enjoyed that someone was truly willing to assist. "Besides getting that dent flattened out, I would simply tell you to take a seat. Maybe choose one of the rooms as your new quarters. It's going to be a long trip indeed."





He smiled a bit, trying to be warm to the girl before him, along with the others. With the dent now being remedied, things could once again be put back into motion. And hopefully, with time, they could start this blasted mission. As dangerous and long as it may be.
 
Alice listened with interest to the conversation between the man and woman before her. At the mention of getting a room, she left, hoping to find one that was still empty. She had been on one mission like this before and had arrived too late. She ended up in a room with an irritable woman of a race she couldn't recognize; not a good situation for one on a precarious ledge. She had found herself slipping many times on that trip, mostly thanks to her roommate. It wouldnt happen this time.


She hurried down halls, following a vague ship map, which she had received after agreeing to come. To her surprise, the vast majority of the rooms were empty. It made sense after a bit of thought, though; everyone else seemed to be tied up with the door incident. After peering into all the available rooms, she chose one on the far right.
 
" Yo' Boss Boy, you need anything fixed. Look for me. " Vi looked up taking off her welding goggles and smiled . She didn't seem that comforting. A skinny, punk girl with a blowtorch that's smiling like a lunatic isn't welcoming. She stood up, bending her back a pit and stretching. Vi yawned a bit and put her goggles back on and got to work.


***


Vi opened the creaky door to see a dusty room. She sighed a bit and went to the cargo room to see if there was a broom, or mop at least. . . Nothing. She limped over to the boiler room because she just waned to lay down. She found a mop under the main boiler and gas container. The girl giggled strangely and grabbed the mop and ran back down the hallway to her room.
 
With a nod, Dorian accepted what this young girl told him, glad to have someone on-board capable of repairing parts of the ship if need be. As she left, Dorian turned away from her, now moving toward the front bay of the ship once again. He passed a few other passengers, also females. He was a bit bothered that there was a low amount of masculinity on-board. He meant not to be sexist, but it would be hard to only have Chuck to talk to on such a long journey as this.


The time was coming. Chuck was ready to close the door, though he seemed to be keeping it open just in case. Waiting for anyone else to come on the vessel; anyone else meant to help the cargo along its path. Dorian, standing beside Chuck at the front, stood strangely silent; there wasn't really anything to say. They were just waiting to finally get things rolling. It was only a few moments away.
 
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