NOTW XXXIX: Impending Retribution Game Thread

Apprentice Hughes sat dangling her legs over the edge of the deck, staring out to sea and singing softly to herself.

We hove our ship to, with the wind from sou'west, boys
We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take;
'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom,
So we squared our main yard and up channel did make...
 
OOC: Does no one ever read the rules for these games? NO VOTING YET, DAMNIT

"You know, since I am willing to bet that we will choose a captain tomarrow, it might be a good idea for our archivist (scanner, I am assuming the game has one) to check for possible enemy ties to the two commanders tonight."
 
Petty Office Earthling reporting for duty. I'm much interested in helping reestablish our security protocols to prevent further sabotage.

A woman can't be on a ship, that's bad luck!

"Oh really, sir, I recall that seems to be one of those practices of more antiquated nations, a prejudice held by those insurgents and the like. She's not the only one here you know, Command has long recognized anyone may serve with distinction based on their merits."
 
A woman can't be on a ship, that's bad luck!

Still singing the shanty, Apprentice Hughes stood up, removed his wig and tossed it into in the ocean. He then began to take off his lady-sailor's uniform, throwing each item overboard, until he was wearing only a pair of rather crusty-looking underpants and an exceedingly cheeky grin.
 
"Chief Warrant Officer Secura, reporting for duty!"

The female officer issued a crisp salute to her superiors with her back straight, head held high and feet firmly fixed together; she held the salute for what seemed like an age before lowering her right hand to her side where it was met with soft metallic ringing as her palm brushed against an array of tools clipped to her belt.
 
"Seaman choxorn reporting for duty. Somebody go do something about Apprentice Winston... running around in a thunderstorm wearing just underpants... I think there might be something wrong with him."
 
Having donned a tatty dressing gown with the image of a naked woman riding a Harley Davidson embroidered on its back, Apprentice Hughes examined a small menu.

What's on the officers' table today, then? Gazpacho, trout a la creme, and caviar vindaloo, all washed down with a '54 Dom Perignon.

And for us swabs? Off-brand, freeze-dried beef and tomato noodles. Again. Makes me come over all Fletcher Christian, it does.
 
"Apprentice Winston, now's not the time for fooling around - or for questioning the priveleges of the higher-ranking officers. I'd love to have my trout with you, if you can use that pie-hole of yours to tell me what you think is going on instead of only stuffing yourself."

OOC: I love the RPing, Winston :lol:
 
*'ol Skippy went towards the gathering of people, while presenting a well calculated frown to the women on board*.

Having donned a tatty dressing gown with the image of a naked woman riding a Harley Davidson embroidered on its back, Apprentice Hughes examined a small menu.

What's on the officers' table today, then? Gazpacho, trout a la creme, and caviar vindaloo, all washed down with a '54 Dom Perignon.

And for us swabs? Off-brand, freeze-dried beef and tomato noodles. Again. Makes me come over all Fletcher Christian, it does.


'Women on the ship... in my days..*grumple grumple*'
*raises his voice* 'AH HELLO young lady Hughes! I see you enjoy the various delicates this... pleasure cruise.. has to offer' .. all we need is a little colouration and some fireworks to cheer these people up and we are all set
*'Ol Skippy was a little uncertain whether he was aggrivated by Hughes appearance on board or if he was geniunly pleased by the thought of the many colours fireworks could conjure; He was getting a little senile at best so either of the two were possible... .. .

*quickly forgetting he ever saw Hughes he turned to the high ranking officer Diamondeye*
"Mason, good to see you're swifter than most to regain your calm. I hesitate to correct you when I say that the Captain is not the only victim. Before dying, the Captain executed the two prisoners Chandrasekhar and Nahkarma during an interview. He acted in self-defence but could ultimately have saved them both. I am unsure whether their deaths is for the best with this chaos around us, or if we could have extracted anything from them."

"Furthermore, I think we can second-guess the motivation of these saboteurs. The Impending Retribution carries a heavy arsenal of weapons, up to and including a nuclear payload, and letting this fall into the hands of these rogue agents would be tantamount to prevent. I believe that keeping these weapons off rogue hands at any cost could be the motivation behind the sabotage.


' You are young... and you have much to learn te-he-he-he-he.. did it ever cross your mind that we are not dealing with 'sabeteurs' but perhaps something much more likely.. The Kraken.. that wouldn't be the first time it claimed lives you know.... we are on the boundless ocean and you think of spies and sabeteurs.. Tsk.. *shaking his head* the frailty of a young mind.. always rushing to conclusions..."

"but that's how it always is isn't it ??? Nobody ever listens to 'Ol Skippy... But I'll tell you something lad! these things will continue.. and more will be eaten and turned into tentacles of the hideous beast from down below!"

*ol' Skippy then all of the sudden laughs and smiles ever so gently at the officer.. you are a good boy.. run along* *Skippy leaves the scene, which he was soon to forget*
 
Ensign robbiecon here for duty Commanders Diamondeye and Methos :salute:
I'll keep an eye on the new recruits, and the other enlisted seamen for you, so you don't have to be concerned with such matters.
 
Eh... this is unpleasant. I know more than anyone else how easy it will be for people to loose thier heads in this matter, but we must remain calm, or I am afraid that these deaths will not be the last.
 
Kraken, you say?

Arm the torpedoes, get the deep fat fryer warmed up, and break open one of those forty gallon drums of garlic mayonnaise. We're having calamari tonight, boys!
Only forty gallons? What do you think this is, apprentice? An elementary school classroom party? We're going to need far more than a mere forty gallons!
 
In light of the newest subject of conversation, i must say that Commander Diamondeye might have rationed too much of the emergency medical rum. (who knew there was Captain Morgan's Coconut on ship?)
 
An here I was thinking I'd have my first vacation aboard this floating skyscraper since a 3 week bender in Bangkok. Makes the heart beat fast. Makes the blood rush from my jimmies to my head. Looks like we'll be seein some action sooner rather than later.

C'Mon boys. What's all this jibber jabber and namby pamby talk about crossdressers and Kraken? Makes me wonder what bucket recruiters gots to scrape to the bottom to just fill up posts on this here rig. Most importantly, has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to look more like?
 
Out on the high seas, Seaman Apprentice Camikaze was beginning to think that maybe that career as a pig farmer would've been better to pursue...
 
‘See the world’ they said. ‘Unbeatable experience, pay for college, experience of a lifetime.’ Look where that has gotten me now! I knew I should have listened to my mother and never enlisted! Well. No way out of it now. I just hope I can be useful somehow...
 
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