Brave New Sea: The IC

Auxis, an island within The New America Ocean. 8:24 PM

Off the coast deep in the New America Ocean. High up in the stratosphere soared the Ego Boost the pirate ship of the Amazyn Hearts pirates. Disguised as a mere trading vessel in hopes of warding off NEST ships, while at the same time attracting pirates who come to prey on easy pickings--- only to be ward off by a crew of combat capable pirates. Today the crew of the Ego Boost made the grand decision of heading to the Asianic Sea Front to Hong Long to acquire a bigger and stronger ship opposed to a poor quality trading vessel fashioned much like a pirate ship. Captain Drake on mind to getting a Battle Ship. Powerful, but large and advertising their status as pirates, which was the main reason why the Amazyn Pirates lasted long enough to become a sizable crew. If they were to even dream of going hundreds of miles they need to fuel up. Their estimated computer system has determined that the Ego Boost will fall out of the sky--- instant death for the crew. Fortunately there's a small port town named Auxis that basically serves as a Gas Station for Arks.


The town wasn't anything special. A quiet community out there on the very edges of the New American Ocean. The buildings aren't too large and the people live by rules similar to laid back communities. The place with a mix pot full of people from every single ocean. Pirates don't give the place too much attention, neither do traders. When ever either lands they simply go to the bar and wait until their ship refuels then continues their journey. Though, the place has the presence of the Shadic Pirates who will defend the town if there is any disturbances whether it be pirates, NEST or drunken traders. The Ego Boost gracefully landed in the nearest docking station after receiving the appropriate permissions. An enormous building that appears much like docks where several ships were already attached to either get repaired, refueled or just left there (some pirates like to abandon their ships to throw NEST off). The clamps attached to the ship to secure it, and a large tube from the dock was fed into the fuel tank. Near the cockpit of the Ego Boost came a walkway which the crew of all shapes and sizes came out of it.


They all gathered outside of the building in a sort of way a meeting would take place, which Drake giving out the speech. He wasn't wearing his signature pirate coat since he wasn't here to raid the town nor was he going to stir up trouble--- and he expected his great crew to do the same. "Alright, men," He started off while examining the rest of his crew, "We are here to do one thing and one thing only; fuel up and kick back. I asked you to leave your guns behind because we're not here to kill. We're here to kick back and enjoy the... 'scenery' don't start any fights or I'm going to leave your @ss here until you finish them. Clear?"


A massed "Aye aye" filled the area, Drake smiled and responded, "Great. Because I'm heading to the bar. I've been meaning to get myself a drink ever since Cycon got into the booze supply." He peered towards Cycon who was fully dressed in a over-sized blue hoodie and jeans (held up by a large belt) so that his clothes don't tear if it starts to rain and he gets fat. He's not used to wearing clothes.


"Haha... at least I know what the good stuff tastes like now!" Cycon laughs.



While everyone peers at him. Drake's smile turned flat, "Yeah... our security team are doing good. Are they?" He sarcastically says



"You mean that sexy cyborg chick?"



"Don't piss her off. We're not stopping the Ego to pick you up again."



"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!" Cycon enthusiastically says.



"Any other questions? We're hitting the bar."

"What did you just call me you blob of snot?"

The sound of metal hitting metal reverberated through the air, as a black-haired woman wearing a black leather jacket hit the platform, bracing herself with her hands and right knee, denting the pltaform. She rose to her feet, her blue eyes staring holes in Cycon, while her metal eye moved around, independent of the other. It zoomed in and out as it scanned the town, looking for any kind of threat -snipers, pirates, or anything that looked shady. Nothing. Her mechanical eye turned to reunite with her biological eye and the stare was doubled.

"You know," Claire said, her fists balling up, "I heard there are some good doctors in this town. If you don't shut your f*cking mouth, you're gonna need one!" Just then, an old-looking man with a full grey beard and salt-sprayed, wrinkled skin walked over to Claire and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Calm down, comrade." he whispered in her ear "He's not worth it." CLaire tensed up, and then rolled her eyes and relaxed her mechanical muscles.

"Comrade Cycon," Dmitriy said to the man in the hoodie "please do not irritate our security staff, especially when they're packing heat". He looked down at Claire's jacket suspiciously. "Captain Drake said no weapons, dear".

"I'm a god-dammed security officer, Dmitriy." she said, he hand gripping the 44 magnum in her jacket pocket. "It's my job to carry a weapon so that your @sses don't get killed".

---

Meanwhile, Taylor Roth had already walked off of the ship and was halfway down the platform. As usual, her head was in the clouds, and her earbuds were in. They blared Barracuda by the band Heart, a favorite of Taylor's. She looked down at the deck, her silver legs exposed by her short miniskirt. Most would call this distasteful or downright sl*tty, but Taylor didn't. To her, showing off her robotic limbs was a sign of pride, and she did so whenever she wasn't working. These robotic parts showed the world that she was a survivor, that she defied the odds and won the game.

That she was alive.

Keni watched Cycon and Claire with a blatantly unapathetic smirk, the google visor zooming in on Claire's jacket, analizing it and narrowing down the feild of possible weapons she could have concealed in it. Only as small hand pistol, nothing to serious. Well, at least on in his book.

He to, liked to carry weapons or at least his lock-pick with him at all times incase the NEST decided to make an unscheduled appearance. He personally was planning to raid the local pharmacy and electronic dealer and maybe the hospital while everyone else was down at the bar drowning themselves in whisky and vodka.

For the occasion, he had forsaken his normal, more awesome (in his opinion anyway) attire for a blue sweater, a pair of cheap black dress pants and a lab coat so as to go unnoticed more or less in medical environment. He was hoping to pick up some cybernetic parts from the hospital, some chemicals and medications from the pharmacy and the parts for a argon laser from the electronics dealer.

The main disadvantage with being on a pirate ship was that everyone else's first priority when raiding was the alchohol, then the weapons, then the food. Leaving Keni to go pinch the important stuff from the important places while everyone was off getting drunk. Which basically meant that he never went to the bar and hadn't had a single beer since the beginning of the year. The last being at a New Years party.

So, despite the no weapons rule, Keni had a small first aid box tucked under his arm full of chemicals and bacteria ranging from a small ammount of carbonic acid to botulism. Technically, the acid was a corrosive agent and the botulism was concentrated botox. Not weapons, just some medical supplies that could possibly be used as weapons.

Cycon



Mostly everything said flew clean over Cycon's head. He was just laughing at his own statements. Except Claire's comments on Doctors of sorts, his child-like face turned flat in confusion. "What?" He spoke confused, "Do I look sick?" He speaks seriously--- while some may interpret this as sarcasm or just being a smart-@ss instead of stupidity. His neck then started to stretch and went straight up with most of his skin turning into a sickly dark blue slime he examined the entire group looking for Dr. Keni--- when he spotted him he came face to face with the man and stared him dead in the eye with a child-ish smile. "Hi!" Was the only thing Cycon said to Keni before his neck snapped back in place.


"We got the best Doctor here! Why do we need to go to some town in the @ss end of the sea?!" He started laughing loudly for minutes on end.


Drake and Hai


Drake watched the two go at. At this rate it'd quickly devolve into an all out brawl between the two--- as fun as it would be to watch he would like to keep his crew on the same side and not tearing up the town in their rampage. He slammed his foot on the ground and Cycon ceased laughing, "Knock it off you two. I don't want to see you two fightin' right now."


Hai was watching everything with perfect observation. His attire didn't change, his sword hanged on his back, he spoke stoically, "Bring one gun. We sure as hell don't want to be 'unprepared' since we're advertising that we are easy prey for the other pirates... or if NEST shows up but that's just me."


Drake on que lifted up his shirt to reveal the magnum is tucked into his pants sheathed under his shirt. He lets go and the shirt falls covering up his gun again, "Keep one gun hidden on you use it if trouble starts."


"Okay. I like everyone to know I'm dangerous." Hai gestures towards the sword hanging off his waist and smirks.



"Right." Drake responds, "If NEST shows up sneak back to the ship and we're getting out of here. Refueled or not--- we have enough to make it to twelve ports."


Sarah



Sarah ran off the Ego Boost at top speed wearing a grey hoodie slung over her head to at least help conceal her cybernetic eye, and grey sweat pants and black sneaks. As always she has her large bag of engineering tools slung over her shoulder in case the group needs it. She approached the group and came to a dead stop without panting or taking a deep breathe. Her cybernetic legs didn't require stamina only technology. It wasn't hard to tell what Drake and the group were talking about; weapons of the sort. She didn't have any items that were intended to be a weapon in her bag. Unless you count hammers, blow torches and drills. Next she automatically assumed that the crew were going to the bar. Drinking was something she was openly against since organs were eighty times harder to replace with cybernetics (meaning they require special parts that she didn't have and are very hard to acquire on short notice). She had no intentions of going out to get drunk--- she needs parts to keep the ship and the cybernetic crew mates going and that's exactly what she's going to go.


If it came to it she'd steal what she needed. Being a pirate mean't you can do as you please, absolute freedom... and stealing some parts wouldn't make too much of a difference for her bounty since NEST especially wants her for "Creation of unauthorized cybernetics"

Aron watched the others with a mild displeaser. It wasn't the way they acted, he'd grown use to the way they acted towards each other. Rather It was where they were going. A bar. He knew that it was thier own choice if they drank, but he still disapproved of it. He knew why he didn't like it. He'd grown up on Shaken Island, a society with high tenology and strict social morals. That Always lest him the odd man out when the crew was on land, but he didn't mind. Some one had to keep watch for trouble after all.

He simply followed along quietly behind the rest of the crew. He didn't talk to them much when they went out like this. It was mostly because they were always trying to get him to drink. mostly they were joking, but he still didn't like it. He made his position very clear the first time they went out after he joined the crew.

Claire rolled her eyes once more and walked over to where Taylor stood, muttering something about "motherf*cking babies" as she did so. Taylor was staring across the town, her eyes fixed on a muscular, blonde-haired boy who was walking with a black-haired goth chick, who resembled claire with black eyelids and white makeup.

'What's happenin', girlfriend?" Claire asked, smiling a bit and putting a hand on Taylor's shoulder drunkenly. Taylor blushed and looked down. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. I had a mental-"

"It's fine." Taylor said, looking up at Claire. "I get sh*t like that all the time". She looked at Claire a moment, studying her features - her smooth, milky white face, those bright full lips, that slender, chic, kissable neck down to her generous cleavage, and she blushed again. Claire chuckled.

"I never though I'd have to tell a girl that my eyes are up here!" They both laughed a moment, though Taylor did so more out of insecurity than actual amusement. Claire was practically her only friend on the ship next to Sarah, though the latter was more of a boss-worker relationship.

"Um, you don't....like...like me that way, right?" Claire asked Taylor after a moment.

"Uh, no." she responded, "I just...hell...I don't know. I guess I just wasn't paying attention to who I was talking to. Claire nodded and scanned her friend with her robotic eye a moment. She was a pretty girl, with that nice strawberry blonde hair, slender legs and cheerful attitude, the exact opposite of Claire, but she didn't play the game that way.

"Well," Taylor said after an awkward moment of silence "We'd better get going".

"Yeah," Claire said "Let's go".

Wolf yawned as he left the ship with the rest of the crew he was kinda tiered but he was glad to get some time off the ship. First he had to go get food and supplies since he was the ships cook and had to feed every one. He managed to buy enough food to last us a couple months and had all of it delivered to the ship so he could go to the bar.

Drake



Drake smiled and put his hands behind his neck and whistled slightly. Everyone that needed to be was off the ship. "Now, come come. We need to get to the bar. Before all the drunks get in." He turned around and lead the group sans a few members (Such as Sarah) to the bar. While Sarah stood there to look for the nearest cybernetic parts shop (which is imperative for every community), the rest scattered about to acquire various items to help fill their role on the ship. Even though this isn't a supply run--- it's more of a lull in the pirating so that the crew can kick back. During their march he slowed his pace and placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a silver lighter. He walked inside the "Golden Age" Pub with a smile on his face, and a large crew behind him. The pub was very fancy, since it's the first place most people go while getting their ships refueled and tends to drop tons of money. It pays to get things fixed up to make the place look great.


Everything was made out of imported high-end woods, and looked very sleek and professionally made. The bar counter was very large, with a wide selection of liquors. The building was very large--- there were at least thirty tables each with five chairs and a small sort-of wooden stage, with more tables and chairs. With some cheap ceiling fans overhead, that spun clock-wise slowly. This building had it's fair share of gun fights, and fights, so everything but the tables and chairs are completely bullet proof. As long as nobody pulls out a .50 Cal everything will stay intact. There were few people inside, a small group similar to Drake and his friends, and the locals of the town.


Drake immediately found a table to sit down on and rudely slung his boots on the fine table, he was the captain so he had a moral duty to stay sober. Least he wants somebody to get so drunk that they can't stand up for months. "Don't have too much fun."


Cycon and Hai

Cycon sat down at the bar counter, shortly followed by Hai who sat down on a stool right next to him, and he smirked, with his aged and sarcastic voice, "Are you old enough to drink? Heh."



"Prolly not," Cycon laughed, "Drake tells me 'out here they don't care as long as you pay'!"


"Right... some beer please? On our glorious captain...." He trailed off, "... Drake." The overweight bar tender turned around and grabbed two mugs of beer before filling it with the freshest brewed beer around--- then shortly handed the mugs to the pair. Cycon grabbed his mug, "They tell me this stuff is how my daddy and mommy had me." He laughs again, not realizing the stupidity of his statement.


At the moment Hai thought of Cycon as no more than a backwater hick that should have drowned ages ago, but, like the rest of the crew he was going to give them a chance indeed of being overly critical. But, he found himself dumbfounded by his obliviousness in general, the only thing he could say that wasn't insulting was merely "Cheers!" With a fake smile and tone.

Claire and Taylor

Claire overheard Cycon's obnoxious comment and rolled her eyes. If that fool didn't get his act straight, he was going to find himself with a knife between his eyes one of these days.

Claire took position at the far end of the bar counter, where she leaned up against the wall and propped her feet up on the counter.

"Whiskey, please." She said, lighting a cigarette.

"Certainly, ma'am." the bartender said, grabbing a flask of whiskey. Taylor soon sat down next to Claire, her small build making her look tiny and meek.

"A hard lemonade, please." She uttered when the bartender came back around. He quickly complied, and soon Taylor was sipping at a glass of lemonade with more booze in it than lemon.

"I think the bartender's trying to get me drunk." she giggled to Claire.

"Hey, may not be such a bad thing!" Claire mused back, draining her shot "Maybe it'll get you all normal so you can stop being so god dammed seclusive".

"Yeah, but he looks like a whale on steroids." Taylor whispered back, so the bartender didn't hear her. "And if you want me to stop keeping secrets then let me drink two or three more glasses of lemonade and I'll sing like a canary!" they both laughed, and Claire asked for a glass of beer, which was quickly completed by the bartender. Claire took another draught of the cigarette, and blew the smoke out slowly, encasing her head in a cloud of gaseous tar.

"Say," Taylor said "Why do you smoke those cigarettes? I mean, what's the point of breathing smoke and clogging your lungs up?" Claire smiled and put her beer on the table loudly. She took her feet off of the bar counter and leaned in closer to Taylor, smiling sarcastically.

"You've never had a cigarette?" she asked Taylor.

"Nope. Never once".

"You know what, that is a god-dammed crime!" Claire took a white and brown cigarette from out of her jacket pocket and lit it with the lighter, then handed it to Taylor.

"Put it in your mouth." Claire said. Taylor took the Cigarette and went to put the lit end in her mouth. Claire rolled her eyes and barked "Not that way, dumbass, the other way."

"That wasn't very nice." Taylor said, flipping the cigarette around.

"Am I a nice person, Taylor?" Claire asked, picking up her beer.

"Point taken." Taylor stuck the cigarette in her mouth and held it awkwardly as she breathed in the toxic fumes. She closed her eyes and let the smoke fill her up for a moment, after which she slowly blew it out.

"So?" Taylor paused a moment, and looked up at Claire.

"That is f*cking awesome." She giggled, the lemonade obviously doing its work.

----

Dmitriy and Connor

Dmitriy took his seat at the far end of the bar, away from Claire and Taylor. Across from him sat a massive, imposing-looking man wearing a brown trenchcoat. His name was Connor Conrad, and he was the first mate of the Ego Boost. He now sat across from Dmitriy, drinking a bottle of beer. Dmitriy had a martini glass ful of vodka in his hand, and he sipped gingerly at it, while the bar crew made them food.

"This place's got the best oysters." Dmitriy said, sipping at his vodka.

"I'll take your word for it, Volk." Connor said, lighting a cigar and sticking it in his mouth. "You want a smoke?"

"Hell, why not?" Volk took out his pipe, and Connor lit it. He stuck the pipe in his mouth and blew into it, getting the fire going. Then, he took a few long, slow draughts of the smoke as he waited for his oysters.

Keni watched everyone file off the ship, choosing to be the last one in the group to go so as not to attract attention as he stealthily snuck below decks to his lab/treatment center to grab his door opener and taser net gun which would probably be frowned upon by Drake as it was a little bit larger than a concealed weapon and a little bit more illegal and more likely to draw attention to it when used.

About 2 minutes later he returned to the deck and exited the ship, pausing on top of the ramp down to spot the nearest electronics shop, which was relatively easy because Sarah apparently had the same idea and was already headed in that direction. He pocketed his lock pick and did a bad job of hiding the taser gun in his jacket before jogging down the street after her.

Wolf finaly closes up the arangements to have the food brought to the ship and loaded on. He heads to the bar lighting up a cigarette and heads to the picked a table next to some fine looking women. He orderd a couple beers after takeing a couple drags from his cigerette and began flirting with them. He has a weakness to women but yet at the same time he was quite the ladys man when he wanted to be.

Aron took a seat a few down from Dmitriy. Close enought to be available should he be needed, but far enought away not to be too close to the pipe smoke. He looked around the bar, he saw Wolf over on the other side of it talking with a few women, perhaps this time he'll get lucky. Who knew? He also saw Claire and Taylor over there as well. It was clear that Claire was trying to get Tatlor to smoke. But it wasn't any of his business.

He listened in on what Dmitriy and Connor were talking about. Of course it was oysters. They were good here he'd heard. Perhaps time to get some? Sure, but He was sure they'd never top the ones he had back on Shaken Island. They were the best, but you knew that only if you lived there. They never sold them to ousiders.

"Bartender! Come 'er!"

" Yeah? What do you want?"

"Get me some oysters."

"Nothing to drink?"

"Just water please."

"What ever...."

Then the bartender whent to fetch him order. It'll likely be awhile, but patients is a virttue they always taught him. So he was willing to wiat.

Sarah



Sarah was scrolling down the sidewalk, unaware of Keni's job towards her--- as she suspected that everyone had went to the bar with Drake, all she could hear was footsteps fast approaching. Suspecting it was some mugger or degenerate out to make it easy with her she immediately spun around with her right arm of cybernetics fully extended and her palm ten inch long blade pointed straight out at him. Before realizing who it was and retracting the blade. She let out a sigh of relief, "You... you, scared me there. Don't run up on me like that, please?"


She immediately knew he wasn't going to the bar to get drunk off his mind like the rest of the crew, "I assume you don't want to get drunk?" She giggles slightly, "I'm heading to the store to get some parts for the ship."




Hai and Cycon


After the pair had finished drinking their beer, Hai felt a bit unsatisfied. For a high-end bar like this they sure gave out some cheap-watered down beer. While the bar tender was off getting Aron his oysters Cycon fawned over the selection of expensive liquor. He wasn't especially subtle, his hand turned a dirty dark blue slime and quickly as he could Cycon pointed his hand at the nearest bottle of imported red-wine. Subtly wasn't his specialty so while everyone was watching his hand quickly extended his arm, and once it connected his slime stuck to it. His hand snapped back with the bottle stuck to his hand. He quickly lifted up his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans and stuffed the bottle in his crotch region, with the help of turning his body into slime he was easily able to conceal it so that there was zero bulge and flowed seamlessly opposed to poking out.


Hai watched the whole thing and stared at every step Cycon took to acquire the bottle with a apathetic look on his face. Then he smiled, "Nice." Spoken in a seemingly out of character non-sarcastic tone.




Unknown Group


The door to the bar opened letting in a large group of imposing men. Each of them looked at everyone in the bar, and smiled. Today was a good day to kick the @ss of some pirates that thought it'd be a great idea to wander into their territory. Each of them split up, some were going towards select members of the Amazyn Hearts pirate group, and the rest blocked the door to make sure that none of them escaped. They were the Shadic pirates, and this was their turf and they were especially prejudiced against Cyborgs and Meta-humans. They were going to try their best to incite a fight then kill all of the Amazyn pirates--- then raid the Ego Boost.


Two large men went towards Claire and Taylor with a fierce look in their eyes, and a smug smile on their face. They were at least six feet tall each and had on large pirate-ish coats that they concealed their guns in. One man knocked over a bottle of liquor that was assumed to be theirs. "When did we start letting cybernetic freaks into our town...? Get out tin cans. What are ya' the prostitutes of you and little crew?" This was just the start of their storm of insults towards the pair and they seemingly weren't going to stop anytime soon.


Cycon and Hai saw the encounter going on, and Cycon was just about to get up and say something to them before getting stopped by Hai, "Let them handle this." He states blankly. Before two members of the Shadic pirates approached them and started insulting. Cycon was on the verge of fighting, but Hai preferred to ignore them.


One (especially overweight) member of the Shadic pirates walked over to Wolf's table and slammed his fists on the table and gave wolf an intense stare. "Get out of here, ladies. I heard this one into sh*t you don't want to be apart of." Scaring off the women.


Because of Conner's and Dmitriy's imposing build; four men smaller men approached them on the other side of the counter. They surrounded the two and gave them a rather psychotic look. "What are you 'opposed to be? The bad @ss? Bet I can kick your @ss up and down this sh*tty little bar." One man taunted.



Finally one man walked over to Aron and slammed his fist on the counter close to him and laughed, "You a metal man? Get out of here before I b*tch slap ya." He taunted.



All of them were looking for a fight, unfortunately for them they drastically underestimate the might of the Amazyn Pirates and are completely outclassed in terms of might by the collective force. Though they have numbers, they aren't bad @ss enough to handle the pirates.


Drake



All he did while he watched the Shadic pirates bully his crew was shout to Donald, "Hey, Donald!"



"What?" The overweight man that was harassing Wolf responded turning over his shoulder before turning back to Wolf.



"Never mind." Drake smiled. All he wanted to do was confirm that it was indeed the captain of the Shadic pirates. He kept both hands on his belly, so that he can grab his gun in case things get violent.

Aron tured to the man who just upset his plate of oysters. That in itself was agrivating, but his comment was less that tastful as well. He thought briefly as what to do about to it. So he just sat there for a minute doing nothing. Then he stood up and spoke in an even tone.

"Why does it matter to you? Did I do something to offend you? Am I hurting you with my Agumented body?"

That seemed to catch his opponent off gaurd for a moment, but not long.

"Who cares! You're in our territory and that's all that matters. And to top it off yere a CENSORED Cyborg. So I don't give a CENSORED about your fancy @ss wiords and CENSORED. So lets fight."

"No."

"Are you a chicken? Cuz I think you are."

"Perhaps I am. But I'm sure there is a peacful way to resolve this. For example you could just leave. Or we could leave, but only after we resupply."

Wolf slams his hands on the table.

"Oh yeah and just what kinda weird sh*t am i into exactly? you better watch what you say buddy or ill turn you into filet mignon im sure you'd at least keep us feed for weeks beacuse your so fat! So maby you'll be usefull for something for once instead of eating up all the food in town!"

Wolf has a wide grin on his face its been awhile since he had some exitement and he was enjoying it. he placed his hands underneath the table ready and waiting for him to try something. He looks around the room to see how every one else is fairing with their fights and notices drake chillaxin in the corner.

"heh lucky basterd dosn't even have to lift a finger" he mutters to him self.

Keni skidded to a stop as soon as he saw Sarah turn around and the blade extend from her cybernetic arm. "Jeez Louise! I'm not going be be a very good doctor with only one eye!" He complained, before answering her question;

"Yeah, I don't fancy flushing my grey matter down the toilet for an hour or two just so I can get dumb enough to get my butt kicked then not remember why I'm purple in the morning. I'm going to pick up a few laser parts from the cybernetic's shop then hit the pharmacy and make off with some of the medicines I'm running low on or need for-"

He paused momentarily, trying to think of a way to continue the sentence without telling Sarah what exactly he was planning on making.

"My project."

Dmitriy, Connor, Taylor, and Claire



"Gentlemen," Dmitriy said, not looking up at the men that now surrounded him and Connor. "We don't want any trouble. Please, do not bother us. I do not with to hurt you". Dmitriy added this last part as a test, to see how tough these guys really were.

"Volk?" Connor whispered through his teeth "What are you doing?"

"Calm down, comrade." Dmitriy retorted "These men pose no threat to us. This is just a big misunderstanding. Now, would you gentlemen like to try an oyster? This bar happens to make the best that I know of." Dmitriy showed off how calm and cool he was by picking one oyster shells up and slurping the delicious meat out of them. Connor, meanwhile, sat drinking his beer nervously, unsure of what to do. If this turned into a fight, then they'd get too much publicity, sending NEST right onto their tails.

Unfortunately for Conrad, however, Claire had made that decision for him.

Taylor made herself look as small as she could, and inaudibly whispered "What do we do?" to Claire. Unfortunately, Claire was not the person to insult, especially when armed and slightly tipsy. She dropped her feet from the counter, making a metallic "plunk" as they collided with the floor. She looked at the largest man of the group with a look of boredom, and before he could react, the hollow, ringing noise of a bullet silenced the bar, and the largest of the three men fell backwards, a large red stain now spreading across his white shirt. Claire grabbed her beer bottle by the neck and smashed it on the counter, spraying sweet-smelling lager everywhere and leaving behind a deadly-looking shank.

"Yippie kai yay, motherf*ckers." she whispered as she zipped up her bulletproof jacket and rose from her stool.

Dmitriy heard the deafening gunshot roar across the bar, and smiled. Now it was kick-@$$ time.

"Gentlemen." Dmitriy rose from his chair, making a clattering noise as it flipped backwards and hit the ground. He turned to one of the Shadic pirates nonchalantly and punched him square in the nose, sending him careening across the bar and into Wolf's table.

"Hello Donald." Dmitriy walked over to the Shadic pirate captain almost freakishly calmly "Please call off your pirates before I am forced to kill them all." Connor rose from his seat and simply stared one of the pirates in the eye. A few seconds later, the pirates eyes turned coal black,a nd he began to hyperventilate and shake with fear, as if he had woken up buried alive.


(the @$$-kicking has begun).

Drake



Exactly what Drake wanted; a fight. He kept his feet on the table looking at the chaos with a cigarette in his mouth. Not giving a f*ck as bullets whirred by his head. "That escalated quickly." He silently muttered to himself as he reached for his hidden pistol--- with a smile.



Cycon and Hai



Exactly what Cycon wanted. When the first bullet rang Cycon punched the closest mook to him in the face with surprising force. Knocking back the man, Cycon got off the stool and yelled at the very top of his lungs like a maniac as his arms turned into slime. He unleashed a vicious stream of punches to the man's chest and stomach region until he dropped to the ground back first. Though, Cycon was far from giving up. He leaped on the man with a murderous smile on his face.

"W-what are you....?" The man stuttered in fear. Cycon laughed, "Your f*cking maker, man!" He brutally punched the man in the face over and over again at full force until he fell unconscious. Even then Cycon was told not to stop punching until he sees blood.


Hai smiled when the action started and immediately took a punch to the face, his head hit the bar counter very hard. Nothing he hasn't taken before, he appeared to be knocked out. While he was wiggling around for his sword, he pulled it off it's handle and slashed the man's throat with his blade immediately killing him. He stood up off the stood and flash stepped towards the door which was guarded by the goons and swung his sword at full force towards all his enemies blindly. Fortunately he killed one of the Shadic pirates, the other three merely got a nasty slash across the chest.


Another Shadic pirate charged towards Cycon and punched him. The punch only caused a small ripple through Cycon doing absolutely nothing. Only p*ssing him off, his body twisted and his slimy hands stretched out grabbed on his aggressor's shoulders. The rest of his body launched towards the man knee first to his stomach. The man recoiled in pain and he bent forward in pain (and Cycon was pushing him down by the shoulders). Cycon then raised his arms in the air by stretching them and slammed them down on the man's spine.



The Shadic Pirates


So far the pirates were taking some loses. At least five of them were dead so far, and their leader Donald Shadic had fallen to the ground under the effects of Connor's power. They still weren't ready to give up. The men guarding the door ignored Hai and charged straight for the rest of the group since they were the least bit concerned about the man swinging the sword around like this was old times. At this point the Shadic pirates started pulling out the guns that were concealed in their clothing.


There were plenty more on their way.



((Feel free to kill a few))





Sarah



Sarah definitely wasn't the social type. She gave Keni a blank stare, "I can m-make you a eye if you lose one...." She muttered, Dr. Keni was the doctor of the ship--- in her own regards she was the doctor for the cyborgs. Constantly checking up and keeping them up and running while they run off and get drunk and shot at. She definitely didn't want to know what he was going to do with laser parts, or what his "project" was. If it turned out to be a superweapon or an eldritch abomination then it's Captain Drake's problem.


"Come... I'll lead the way." Sarah started walking towards the electronics store.

Claire

One of the two remaining pirates near Claire ran at her, a long knife in his hand. he raised the knife into the air, and brought it down on her left shoulder. The blade made a noise like shattering glass upon contact with Claire's shoulder, and was rent in a couple thousand pieces. Claire brought her left elbow up and smashed the pirate in the sternum, cracking it. He cried out in pain, and was silence several moments later by the butt of Claire's pistol on his jaw. he stumbled back and fell over a table, spilling beer everywhere. The third pirate drew a gun, and fires three times at Claire. She fell to her knees and rolled under the bullets, retaliating with a broken beer bottle to the forehead. Glass went flying, and the third pirate fell over the counter. But Claire wasn't done with him yet. She leapt over the counter and grabbed the pirate by the throat, then flung him across the bar into a collection of expensive-looking liquor. The pirate collided with the bottles of alcohol, and it exploded into a rainbow of colors, filling the air with the mixed smells of strawberry wine and blood, though nobody could tell the difference.

"Never call a girl with a gun a h*oker bitch!" she yelled at him. the fourth one of the Shadic pirates kicked the swinging door that led behind the bar counter out and stood before Claire, a rusty pipe in his monstrous right hand. He was a large man, almost freakishly large, and was easily the biggest man in the room.

"I will make you bleed!" the man said with a thick Latino accent. Claire smiled, and looked up at his scar-covered face.

"The only blood on me will be your's!" Claire took one step and vaulted six feet into the air, her left leg outstretched. The man went to grab her leg, but she pulled around, sending herself into an ariel spinning kick which landed on the large man's left temple, drawing blood. He staggered back, clutching his temple with one hand while he swung the pipe at Claire. The hit had disoriented him enough for Claire to roll under his advances and grab him by the back of his neck. She pulled as hard as she could to her left, and send herself and the large Shadic man sailing through the counter, sending shards of marble flying across the bar. Before he could rise, Claire grabbed a hunk of marble and brought it down with all her might onto the man's forehead. His head exploded like a watermelon hit by Gallagher, and send blood and pieces of skull flying across the bar.

Taylor

Taylor dove under the bar counter after Claire had killed the second pirate, and hid there while she watched her friend jump over the counter and throw a particularly angry pirate through a liquor stand. Taylor wasn't a fighter, and hadn't brought any weapons with her save her cybernetics, which she was pretty sure would get her killed in a fight where everyone was packing heat. if you weren't supposed to bring a knife to a gunfight, then she doubted you were supposed to bring your fists.

However, several moments after Claire threw the gigantic pirate through the counter and splattered his head, Taylor slowly crawled from out from under the counter and looked around. just as she started to rise from off of her knees, she was hit from behind by a younger pirate with blonde hair, the boy she had been watching earlier.

"So you're the ship's h*oker, eh?" he yelled at her as he flipped her on her back and pinned down her arms "Well then, spread your damm legs! I wanna enjoy this". Taylor screamed and began to flail helplessly as the man held her down. He laughed evilly and pinched a patch of skin where her shoulder melded to her right arm, causing it to go limp. He then used his now-free arm to punch Taylor in the throat, causing her to wretch in pain.

"What did I tell you!?" he screamed.

But all she yelled back was "Help!"

Dmitriy and Connor

The captain disposed of, Dmitriy calmly looked across the bar to where Claire stood above a headless giant. From behind her ran another pirate, who went to grab her around the arms, but was silenced by a bullet to the throat, via Dmitriy's wood-paneled pistol. The man staggered backwards, and died. Meanwhile, Connor stared down another pirate, and he fell to the floor, drowning in his own sins. Connor looked across the bar to find any more action, but only saw a few other fights. A crewmember was tossed across the room and hit the wall, badly injured. He was pursued by another pirate, who Connor charged and smashed into a table like David Clowney hitting a running-back (football reference). He then rose to his feet and stomped the incapacitated pirate's throat violently.

Wolf looks at the captain of the Shadic Pirates he was dissapointed and pissed that Dmitriy had took him down before he even had the chance to fight it was extreamly agrivating. Wolf pulled out the katana he snuck off the ship he knew in any small town if there were pirates around theres bound to be a fight.

His eyes turn crimson red with blood lust for the enemy and he felt sorry for them for they never stood a chance. He slashes the first one down across the chest soaking him in blood and he didn't stop there he slashed wildly cuting down anyone he saw as an enemy covering himself with the blood of his foes. One of the Shadic Pirates managed to sneak up behind him and hit him in the back of the head with a chair.

He was slightly dazed long enough for the guy to grab him from behind toss his wepon aside and hold him down while a couple of the others came up and started punching him in the gut. Wolf could take the hits but he couldn't control the anger and bit down onto the enemys arms as hard as he could with his sharp teeth drawing blood but never letting go. The enemy howling in pain let go but that was a mistake for him. Wolf let go of his arm and punched him in the face throwing all of his body weight into it breaking his jaw.

Then he turned around and jumped at the ones who had punched him in the gut and bit the ear off of one them. Wile in shock the other one tied to flee but Wolf just grabed a table leg that had been broken off and jammed streight through his skull.

The Shadic Pirate took a swing at Aron. It seemed that dispite his best efforts this was going to be violent. The pirate lunged at him, but Aron, despite his size, was suprisingly swift. He duked down just as his oppenent was throwing a punch. Then agian as anouther puch was thrown. Aron hoped he could tire out his oppenent this way, but it was apperent that it might not work. So he desided to end this quickly. He swung one punch and it connected right in the jaw of the pirate, whom stopped for a moment, dazed by the fact he was actully hit.

Aron took advantage of that and got out his laser pistol. It was small and compact so it was easy to slip off the ship in his jacket pocket. Not that the captian ought to care, it was only ever used in self defence. So Aron aimed it at the pirates head and shot him square inbetween the eyes so he wouldn't suffer too long. After all laser wounds are very pianful. but thet're also very messy at close range. The heat tendes to make limbs and other body parts explode at short range like this. So it was no suprise when the pirates head exploded moments later, coating Aron and anyone else nearby in overcooked brian matter.

He then heard Taylor shouting for help. He turned to one of the Shadic pirates about to try and rape her. Now that just didn't fly with him. Rape was wrong no matter how you looked at it. Infact on Shaken Island if you were convicted of it you were put to death by impailment on a wooden steak. No chance for a retrial. Ever.

So Aron luanched himself in the direction of the pirate. It only took a moment to make it across the bar. When he got there he had a lot of exess speed so when he got there he slamed into the pirate. The impact threw her assailent off of her and into the nearby wall. It took a moment for the pirate to start his way back to his feet, but before that happened Aron socked him in the face and landed anouther punch square in the middle of his chest. Then Aron picked up his now breathless oppenent and threw him into the bar. The Shadic pirate slowly got up and started towards Aron agian, but one look for Aron and the pirate started limping away.

Aron, content to let his foe get away, then walked back over to Taylor and offered her a hand.

"You alright ma'am?"

Keni shrugged, following Sarah in silence for a few minutes, his google headset automatically going to work scanning the area around him and pulling up tabs on things like the brand name of a bottle cap on the ground, the shoe size of a foot print and an approximation of what that persons hight would be, or the names and face book pages of random people on the street or in shop windows. Getting bored of reading the data streaming, Keni asked sarcastically, "So, whose head do you think will be the one receiving the brand new artificial cerebellum when we get back on the ship? Claire or Wolf? They seem to pick the most fights out of everyone and will most likely be entirely metal by the end of this season."

Shadic Pirates



Reinforcements had just arrived. A very large and overweight man wearing a very large Kevlar vest. Wearing large goggles and holding an enormous .585 Gehringer Elephant gun. The first thing the man did was kick down the door to the pub and looked fearsome as ever. The remaining Amazyn Pirates would find themselves in quite the fight...


... If only the man wore a helmet. The boom of Drake's Magnum filled the room and suddenly all the action stopped as the man dropped to the ground dead. The Shadic pirates who took the opportunity to try and murder the clearly superior pirate group were, as expected, all dead. They were either killed by gunfire, Hai's blade, or beaten to death by Cycon. The remainders were no threat as they were injured and on the brink of death. Only one remained was their captain; Donald Shadic.




The Amazyn Hearts


Drake only felt obligated to shoot one of them. Since he liked seeing his crew do their work. A lit cigarette remained in his mouth as he scrolled over to the main recently slain by him with a egotistical grin stretched across his face. He put his pistol back into his pants. He lifted up the Elephant Gun and slung it over his shoulders, "Niiiice! Nice. You all have done great. Really." He smiled.


Hai growled after pulling his sword out of the chest of a dead Shadic, "Why the hell didn't you fight, d@mmit!?"


Drake smiled, "I did." He kicked the man who he stole the elephant gun from, "I got one... relax I got the lowest kill count out of everyone."


Cycon walked over the scene with many holes in his hoodie from the shooting. His hoodie and clothes were also ripped because of the liquor bottles exploded and splashed on him and he absorbed the liquids. Appearing as if he's gained several more pounds. He promptly ripped off the hoodie with a bit of stretching, then pulled off his pants revealing his yellow speedo. When he saw Drake and Hai about to go at it he laughed and put his hand behind his head. He spoke like he was totally unaffected by the murders he and those around him have just commited, "Woooowe! Was today CENSORED-kicking day, Captain Drake?"



Drake turned to Cycon and said, "Yes. In fact it is. Mr. Shadic decided it was a good idea to f*ck with top tier pirates like ourselves. Little to what he knew this was a declaration of war..." Drake turned towards the bar counter to see that the bar tender was killed in the cross-fire and was lying on the floor with an enormous hole in his chest. Drake raised his chin and shouted, "Listen up! As of NOW we're officially pirates. We're heading back to the Ego Boost to stock up then we find the Shadic pirate's ship and we raid it. I heard that they have something that I want."



"Aye, aye." Hai says with an evil smile.


"Aye, aye, Drake!" Cycon says with his usual oblivious smile.



Drake looked at the in tact bottles in the bar, "And grab anything you like from here. This isn't a Coalition colony so NEST won't be giving any f*cks about us for now."


Cycon laughed and turned around and started grabbing every bottle of booze he saw and attached it to his sticky being for safe travel.




Sarah



Keni's joke confused Sarah slightly. First she was wondering how it'd be possible to be entirely metal without totally dying. Then she thought about how'd they become total machines--- until she realized she was over thinking it. Aside from Drake and the cyborgs of the crew everyone just seemed to ignore her and in turn she ignored them. When presented with these social situations and jokes (since Drake gave her plenty of both) she just laughed convincingly. "I don't know. Both of them think with their fists..." She trailed off trying to make up some clever and witty response, "... Soon they won't have anything to think with!" She knew that she failed horribly.



There would have been much awkwardness until they reached the Cybernetics shop. It was a rather low-end shop stuffed between two massive warehouses. It was nothing more than a square concrete shack, Sarah as seen the average Cybernetic's shop being based inside of far bigger buildings. Either way she needs parts to maintain and create cybernetics if the moment calls for it. This place looking like crap will not deter her. She charged inside with Keni in tow and opened the door to see the interior was a bit blank and depressing. There was a nothing inside except for a sliding window (that was assumed to be bulletproof) and a large metal door that lead into the cybernetic's storage. Not a single soul in sight. This place was a blank white room, the back wouldn't have much in terms of cybernetics but it should have the basics. Which should at least be enough to help.



She curiously walked over to the window and knocked on it gently.

Aron obviuosly didn't have any issues with stealing. Otherwise he wouldn't be a pirate. But he also didn't need anything either. So he just when over to the bar and grabbed some more oysters. He sat down and ate them whilst the other riaded the place. Not that he cared.

After he finished he really didn't know what to do. Riading was what the other did, not him. He simply control the ships navigation and fought when needed. So he walked up to Wolf to see if he needed any help with carring anything.

" Hey Wolf need any help?"

Dmitriy, Claire, and Connor

"Sounds like a plan, Cap'n!" Claire yelled out as she executed the last pirate with a shot from her pistol into his right temple. Dmitriy nodded to the captain and walked towards the dead giant who lay spread-eagle on the floor, his head splattered by Drake's pistol. He felt around in the giant's pocket and found two odd items that resembled grenades: they were spherical objects, about the diameter of a tennis ball, and glowed an enchanting, mysterious violet. The two balls appeared to be constructed entirely of glass, yet they shimmered like gemstones in the dim light. Dmitriy picked them up from out of the man's pocket, and examined the objects closely, taking one in each hand. Out of curiosity, he began to attempt to pull them away from each other, but to no avail, as they were held together fast by a bonecrushingly powerful magnetic pull. The farther they were drawn apart, the louder an odd digital ringing noise pulsed through the air, causing Dmitriy to lose focus a moment.

"Interesting." Connor said, looking down at the balls of glass "Captain, what do you reckon these things are?"