The Crossroads of the Aether
The Templar is an airship created to explore and trade goods and be safe along the way. It needs a good crew and all are welcome.
John T. Malcolm
(( This would be my first RP outside of Instant Chat Rooms. I'd Like to be a Cartographer and off-ship explorer to map, correct, and remap the places we travel to create a more dependable exploration and adventure for both us and future navigators.))
(I'm well aware, having read through most of the story to date in a single sitting (had the day off), that you fine folks have had a surfeit of arrivals, and enough mysterious disappearances that I think the guardrails on deck should be about three feet higher... ;) But I was wondering whether the RP is still active, and if so, whether you would be amenable to another fellow traveler joining you at the next convenient port. My character would be relatively broke, but willing to work while aboard to offset his fare. An "I just want to see home again, got no particulars as to how I get there" mentality. And he'd be a general-purpose sort, willing to do whatever the crew assigned him to do, in return for transportation. And yes, I mean that he's willing to do the s*** work. :) )
((Oh yes, we're still active. We just take hiatuses from time to time due to real life things. You're welcome to join, we just have to get through this next scene, as vital characters have yet to chime in with things. I'm sure we wouldn't mind you joining ^_^))
[OOC: The more people who join the better. That way when people have real life things to take care of, or are feeling uncreative, the other people can keep the RP going.]
Colin takes the chloroform that Emma has provided and begins re-working some of the shells. He marks the finished ones with blue paint and sets them aside. With Preston's help they are soon finished and brought up on deck. Colin loads the new shells into the deck gun and waits for the signal as they approach the other ships.
[OOC: Oh, don't worry, I had no intention of popping up in-character until you'd reached a reasonable port of call, especially as that's the sort of introduction that makes the most sense given Tom's storyline. Not to mention that it'd only be polite of me to wait until after the current plot had reached a reasonable segue before I go popping aboard. ^_^ ]
(if i remember correctly, i was driving towards a slave ship?)
"should we talk with them? we don't want any casualty's" he loses grip of the wheel calmly and searches for signals close enough, accidently calling Knight James South
"are you a crew member? of the ship in these co-ordinates?" he list number quickly and numbly. not waiting for a reply he scrolled on. met by the irregularly mumbling pitch of a nearby engine, and short range radio. "preston patching you to their vox." wandering back to the wheel. accelerating faster.
*through my vox*
nu...though, i can be....*yelps* stupid fragging snag vines.....i can be of use to you, please just let me abord. its cold and ive run out of rations.
floating back to the vox-unit. a little light telling him he's in call. "depends on how desperate you are, i will drop a line for you. the line only supports one, just in case, we were recently..." he hesitates, "mistrusted..." he says in his most mechanical tone.
hovering to the deck, throwing a line. (with permission of course.) and watching to see who climbs up that rope...
The Templar draws closer and closer to the other ships. When they are in range Colin receives the signal to fire and squeezes off a few shots at each ship. The rounds smash through the windows of the ships and burst inside, releasing a cloud of chloroform gas that knocks out anyone who breaths it.
Colin steps down away from the gun and goes over to the deck rail. He keeps an eye on the other ships as the gas takes effect. Then he notices to his side Loco lowering a rope over the side of the ship. "Loco, do you need some help with something?" Colin says as he walks over to where Loco stands (or hovers as the case may be).
"with someone who knows what their doings permission, were getting a new member of crew. i've thought this out, don't worry." he stated without moving, zooming in, he reveals to himself, a rafter orange looking person (probably) running for the rope. "he looks rather orange" he states inquiringly.
(going for a bit, back in a while, time zones etc)
Preston goes to the grappler hatch and looks down the rope, seeing the multiple tails and the orange fur, and the hallmark gray plating of his armor. "There's no friggin' way!" Preston says, almost in shock. "Yes, yes Loco! Lets get him up here!"
Preston then turns and hits the radio transmitter button, speaking into the microphone. "Knight James South, L five six nine-dash-zero, this is acting captain Paladin Preston Scott of the HMS Templar. You are hereby requested aboard. Now grab that f[STATIC!]-in' rope and get up here!"
Aye, Sir! *i sling my rifle over my shoulder wrapping one leg in the rope, holding on tight for the assent*i hate heights so bloody much....*he said to himself"