"Right, does she expect me to run? I think I only get maybe ten yards to the gallon in this suit." Thurian chuckled as she held his rifle and looked down at the boy. "Here kid, you look out of breath." With that said Thurian reached behind his back taking out a canteen that was attached to his belt. Instead of asking for it back the Warden just attached his weapon to the hoslter on his back and took off.

Heavy pounding armor, bullet casings, and clips all shook as the hulk of a man made as much progress as he could. Thanks to his training he was able to make the feet in a reasonable time for the situation, but it always turned heads to see a Warden of all things running down the road, specially a Sniper.

Standing before the General Thruian turned took off his helm exposing his sweating face and tucked his helm in the crock of his arm. "Warden Thurian "Red-Eye" Nychta, reporting for duty sir!"

"If I may, it would be better to send in some one less standing out then I. Also, not to be rude but I will stand. Chairs are not my friends in this armor type sir." Looking at the food Thruain dared not take any for the risk of being rude nor the fact he was not given permission to touch it.

"Yes I know well of Knossos. Having wounded a great many people in that camp myself but I can't brag for it makes one dull." Turning around Thurain looked in the direction of the Sea. "I have to ask; why pick me there are more people better suited for close ranged attacking then I. Sure I learned how to 'quick scope' as the term is, I call it understanding peoples movements. A ranged fighter protecting something that needs up closer fighters is not best idea unless you're going to have me counter sniping. If that is the case, permission to hear reports?"

"Yes Sir!" Thurian said as he stood at attention waiting for orders.

Damn it, they know I am not the best when it comes to sword play. Well I have used my rifle in close quarter's combat before, but on a boat. No they need to put me on the furthest boat back. At least that way when it comes to fighting I can make the adjustments for floating, bullet drop, temperature, air presure, distance, and Lunar effects on my bullet. I hate sea combat so much.

Holding his helm in the crock of his arm Thruian remained in his stance of attention, unbreaking as he looked dead forwards.

Three hours later

Sistele felt like her stomach was going to burst. "Someone tell me why I signed up for this..." she complained as she leaned over the railing, feeling nauseated and seasick aboard Barbossa's ship. Her stomach heaved, and a mass of hot fluid poured out of her mouth and polluted the bright blue seawater. "Ugggggghhhh...this sucks..." She wiped her mouth and turned to sit on the deck with her back to the railing. Guess I never was cut out for naval duty.

She glanced up at Barbossa, who stood proudly at the head of the ship. I don't know how he stands it. She shook her head and buried it wearily between her knees.

"Sir, have I told you about my son resonantly?"

Thurian smiled as he placed his helm on the table. Pulling out a photo he started smiling with a drunk stuper.

"He joined the Warden's Training course. He is carring on the tridition of his family. His mother would be so proud, after all she was a Warden, mostly intel section but still."

Putting the Photo down Thurain sat down and looked the woman right in the eye.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, his question was straight forward with a tone more demanding then anything else. A switch which was almost completely different then his normal tone of light and happy. It was at this point someone or anyway for that matter could tell he was getting down to business.

As the ships pulled into the mist for a surprise attack, one man leaped forward and began insulting Barbossa. "Yer a coward and a fool! Ye move yer ships into the ocean, and go with a shamely surprise attack? Why are yew even com-" he jeered, but was stopped aburptly when Barbossa stepped forward, grabbed his head, and prompty snapped his neck.

"Anyone else?" he asked. After recieiving heads shaken sideways, he smiled. "Now, outfit the slaves for war, and ready the boosters."

DAOXIN

The man, sitting on his bumper car amid the mist of the sea spots something in the distance. Yes, your Rightful Majesty. He repeats in his head. So long had he awaited to reveal his character in this story written in the Archive Engine. This was his first log as the character of majestic ventriloquism. Yes, all in good time. However, he had not yet made his character introduction, a thing of such importance that he could not begin to imagine a future without presenting it.

Almost quite literally. Seeing as he had known no existence except that which is literally existential and nothing more. Hell, he can't even remember where he originally came from. Maybe that was the mystery of it all. Who knows? But no time to lament back on the history. Time to finally give his two knocks a go and see if someone would answer. Someone must answer, of course.

He slowly put his hand in the water, and sped the bumper car toward the Morai ship of Barbossa herself.

The lone dripping of a leaky ceiling echoed in the cells of the Knossos Ridge Prison. The guards were playing a local card game, gambling what few meager wages they had earned on their short shift. One of the guards swore as he lost another hand as he glanced to his side into a dark, dimly lit cell. The dripping sound of the ceiling continued, accompanied by the occasional scraping of metal in the darkness.

The guard looked back to the hand he had been dealt, cursing under his breath at his undoubtedly shoddy hand. No-one wanted to look into the cell that belonged to Bastion for too long. Even in the dark he gave off an uneasy feeling. Heck, even his blade kept in the prisoner storage was eerie in itself. A shiver crept up his spine, as he studied how to make the best of his hand.

He blamed the creeping feeling he had on the dank and cold environment down in the depths of Knossos Ridge Prison. But he knew that as soon as his shift was over, he'd get out of the place as fast as his legs would carry him. With the oncoming battle, it was a tough call.

"Now!" Barbossa yelled, unsheathing his sword in signal. Immediately, usign the rocket boosters, the entire flee all ten boats shot forward from all sides, cutting off any chance of escape and ramming the order boats. Morai men leaped onto the decks of the Spiral ships and began cutting down men. Barbossa strode up behind Victoria. "Hello, m'lady." he said.

Rhea took her Red Saber out of it's sheath and pointed her Sentenza at the Morai known as Barbossa.
"Well, What do you want me to do, Victoria? Kill him? Take him alive? Torture his entire crew before murdering him?" Rhea said, And the words came out very swiftly, Like that of a snake's tongue.

Rhea went ahead and did the most stupid thing she could, But it was all she could think of to intimidate him.
She went and used her trump card.
Raising her hand with her fingers curled, A wall of flame surrounded Barbossa.
"Take a moment to realize what you've messed up. You're surrounded. Twice."

DAOXIN

Daoxin (Day-oh-zin)is awakened by a bump. "I'm....I'm here." He grumbles, half-asleep. Realizing his situation, he looks up. There, rising before him, was the ship of the Barbossa. It seems they had found an Order ship, and were attacking with their force seizing the conflict. They could most likely be victorious if given the correct form and leadership. The water begins getting choppier, more unstable. The bumper car Daoxin stands upon begins to rock vigorously. "Oh my," he exclaims to himself. Bringing his hand up, he slams his fist into the ship twice, resounding across the hull. "I AM IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE!" He shouts over the ocean's rising voice. "IF SOMEONE COULD LIFT ME UP, THAT'D BE FANTASTIC!" His voice cracks.

Who would come to see him? Well, it has to be someone, of course.

They won't contain you, precious bird. You will spread your wings amid the peasantbloods and KNOCK them back in your glory and beauty.

Daoxin was impatient. And so, with a swift movement of his hand, a fiery hole opened in the ship, the edges sizzling. He jumped and tumbled in, and quickly whipped around. Waving his hand, ice put out the fire and covered the hull, so the ship wouldn't sink. He walked quickly through the place, searching for things. Oh, the leisure of a clepto.

"Mmmh, this'll do." He looks around, and pockets a rum bottle in the tight waistband of his belt. Pulling down his face mask, he lets out a few breaths. "This is strange. Why is no one down here...?" He whispers to himself in the dark of the sleeping quarters. He walks quickly, taking some money from bags stashed in hiding places around the beds and beneath floorboards. He stopped, thinking he heard someone coming. He glides over to the side of the stairs and crouches, drawing his short cloak close and his long hood out of the way.

Saying on the deck Thurian looked around, part with his free eye, part with the iron sights of his weapon rather then the scope. These ships are too small at least for some one like me to be on them...The smart idea would be to put a hole in the enemies vessel, but that would mean no prisoner's and they would try and kill us to the last man to take our ship. So sinking their tub is out of the question. Its best to just take down the captain. Once that person, who ever it is, is out of the way then we could at least rush them off.

Turning slowly Thurian took a shot at an engaging sniper before reloading his weapon. The sound of the expended bullet casings hitting the deck and rolling with the swells of the sea were starting to take there toil on the Warden as he felt a lurch in his gut. With pure will power the man was able to hold down his lunch and keep his aim true. It was right then a sight caught is eye a woman, he guessed because of her attired, from the Morai was trying to help a Spiral. More then likely to kill that knight...Wait, is that the Captain! Damn got to make this shot count. Taking a deep breath Thurain lined his shot.

The smart thing would be to aim for the head, but she was no sniper thus he had no reason to kill her. Instead he aimed for the legs, wanting to disable the woman from combat instead of killing her right out. Releasing his held breath Thurian took the shot, aimed for the leg closes to his possession, it was at that moment the swells of the sea lifted him up slightly.

((Thin, I will leave that part up to you. I am not trying to kill, just disable from combat. Thurain only kills those he needs and Snipers.))

Great, another big angry woman out to kill me.

Shaking his head Thurian turned and started to take down as much as he could. It seemed the Morai where not expecting much in the way of gun fights for the number of Sniper's where surprising lacking. Soon it came down to the big gorilla and a hand for of lackies who where moving the wounded. Medical troops can't be harmed. Wounded are no longer part of battle unless they want their lifes to end...Right, all I have to do at this point is find the enemy Captain and this will all be over.

Sistele took the opportunity to kick at Victoria and slash Vesuvius across her back. "Take that!" she exclaimed gleefully, ignoring the pain in her wounded leg.

OOC: If the attacks connect without inflicting any initial harm, Victoria will be launched a good ways away (and maybe suffer some trauma), since Sistele is incredibly strong.

Slinging his rifle on his back THurian did his best to hold onto the ship as gravity shifted. And this is why everyone hates you Victoria. I sware if I toss my lunch, its going in your lap.

Once Gravity had shifted back to normal, well as normal as it was going to get, Thurian rushed to the helm of the ship in order to get closer to the enemy ship. Sure it was stupid, but the two had drifted apart from the start of the battle. With no snipers around it was easy enough feet, besides, Thurian had one more then a number on the enemy they had to be thinking there were more then just one Sharpshooter on board the Spiral's ship.

Smart move: Turn the ship around and leave. Dumb move: Stay and fight because why not...choice we stay and fight.

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Barbossa was surprised. Surely ships don't float in the air? He paused for a second, and felt one of the Spiral fodder scratch him. He whipped around and cut the man's head off, then turned his attention back to the others. He was severely outnumbered, and if he jumped, he'd die.

(Can the Morai win this battle? It would give the Spirals motivation to continue, and Lord what's-his-name needs to get out. If the answer is yes, the Morais can win, then read this part below.)

Barbossa rolled behind a crate, and looked down. About five of his ships had forced their way through and were now sailing towards Knossos, and the others were holding the Order Ships off.

He grinned.