- Beginning Task 1:
Task Name: Initiation. First Landing and Confrontation
Tier: 1
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: South Blue,Crescent Island
Crew, Team, or Personal: TBH
Description: As a way to secure an entry point for his large crew, Captain Marshals orders three of his lower-ranked officers to infiltrate the island and establish a base for them to settle on. The objective of this mission is to defeat the invading pirates before they settle said base and delay their invasion.
Enemy Details: 15 T0 grunts
Boss: No
The orders had been clear. They just had to stop the pirates from advancing. It wasn't something to make them go out of line. Keeping the peace, such a simple sentence yet hard task to accomplish. It wasn't that their was a problem with how pirates and the like were captured. Rather the lack of desire to do so. Pirates were ramparting on such a scale that it had become troublesome, and by some standards even difficult to keep doing so. Despite this his orders were clear. Keep the peace and ensure justice is served. That was all that was required from him.
It was all rather unimpressive. A set of happy-go-looking liberals with no regard to what was true and clear of the noble goal of the Navy. A reputed garrison of ok soldiers who had mostly waited anxiously for the day of the mission. Still, it could be worst. To be assigned to East Blue would be but an insult to a pride and self-worth.
Damocles was standing over the beach. He was already a serving member of the Marines, hence he would not be forced to look after rookie training. However he was not one for new recruits or re-assingments. The last time he had been assigned he had been dismissed from the West Blue and forced to enter the bases of the South Blue. A noticeable wound to his own vanity one would acclaim. West Blue was known to be the fiercest and most violent of all the Blues. It was honorable to be recruited by the commanders and captains as a member of the branches in the West. To fight proudly for that proud slogan that was gloriously emblazoned in the chests and backs of all who draped upon their names the institution that was the Navy, was but the highest of privileges anyone could ask for. Even if death had to claim his will and crush his being, Damocles knew that if it had been under service of homeland and military, he would die a pleasing death. Service and sacrifice was all that built the foundations of the planet. Yet, at the current tide of time, all was but humiliation and disgrace. Marines turning cowardly before the sight of pirates, casually gifting the seas to bastards who would do nothing for the innocent and weak. Damocles had always remembered that famous quote that his old master had turned into his personal slogan. "In the days of old, we had ships of wood and men of iron. Yet now, we have but ships of iron and men of wood."
The young Marine took notice to the ones that were arriving towards the beach and had opted to turn his heels around and follow suit. They had all received the information regarding their target and had been expected to read about said pirate. Despite this he still had some sort od doubt on whether or not they would actually look forward to the task with anticipation or desire. By his own part the young swordsman was more than willing to get on with the show and destroy the renegades before they caused trouble to the somewhat peaceful island. Yet before he could even greet the other Marines, something quite shocking happened. A single cannonball was shot straight down to the general direction he was on. Upon looking down on the water, Damocles saw that even at such a rate, the pirates had already began their raid of the island. A ship had docked and used the cannonball as a distraction. The fighting would begin even before he said hi to someone. With sword close in hand and arms at the ready, Damocles rushed towards the scene, his comrades would have to wait for the niceties later.
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