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Feb 02, 2008 16:58

When; Saturday, Feb. 2nd
Where; Hassaleh
Rating; PG 13
Characters; B-ko Daitokuji, Ramirez, Xelha
Summary; OSTA has learned of a mysterious plant growing on a floating island that could be the answer to some of their troubles. But will the inhabitants give it up so easily?
Log; IN PROGRESS

It's not exactly pirating. I just need some of your plants. Would protection of your world suffice as payment? )

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reborn_silvite February 2 2008, 23:43:41 UTC
Indeed, Ramirez had acquired a vessel for OSTA's leader. Not just any vessel, either. It was an airship, previously owned by the Valuan Armada. Though not quite as elaborate as his old flagship, it still had some charm in it. The weapons were a bit above standard and the quarters were rather luxurious as well. It would do quite nicely, for now.

Even though the old ways of the armada had fallen almost a year ago, this ship was still in employ by the Valuan empire. There were a few amongst the crew who even recognised Ramirez as he invaded the vessel by himself, claiming it for his own. Some even tried to claim loyalty to their old admiral. They were all ruthlessly slaughtered and tossed overboard, though.

So now he stood, once again the captain of his own ship. To be truthful, he hadn't captured this vessel for OSTA's sake. He had done it because he had been growing restless. All he did in OSTA's employ was slaughter a few demons on Weisdia's surface, and he was starting to grow weary of that routine. He was like a lost sheep, without a leader to follow now that Lord Galcian was presumed dead once more. If he didn't take his leave of that dreadful world and got some real action, surely, he would lose his mind completely.

Ramirez did not think of OSTA's leader as a particularly powerful person, nor was she someone he looked up to. In fact, in a way, she reminded him of empress Teodora. It seemed, though, that as long as she was in charge he would have to follow her. With cold eyes, he watched from his position next to the captain's chair, as she took in every inch of the bridge. The woman seemed reluctant to fight. The Silvite, however, was looking forward to a decent ship battle. He hadn't blown his enemy to smithereens in a long while, after all.

They were nearing their destination, so only time would tell if this was going to be an easy mission.

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