Task Name: Massilon Massacre
Tier: 2
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: West Blue
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: Allen has earned his rank, and after a few more weeks of training, has been selected to go on a mission with a crew to the small island of Massilon where a pirate, Captain Viro, has been terrorizing the people. Their mission is simple, to stop the pirate and bring him in, dead or alive.
Enemy Details: 1 boss, 5 Tier 2 pirates, 10 Tier 1 Pirates
Boss: Yes

Boss:

Ensign? Well, he would have to settle for it. It was the highest rank you could receive before your 18th birthday. It was a shame though, Allen's birthday was a few months off. That did mean however that he had some time to get some real experience under his belt.

To make things even more interesting, Captain Luther has Allen going on a mission today. He was to meet Captain Moore at the docks and become acquainted with his crew. Allen was excited to get to go on a mission, but nervous to be meeting people that were going to be critical of him.

He was punctual, and bowed respectfully upon arriving. Moore showed him around a bit, introducing him to a few of the other men who, along with helping the ship run smoothly, were going to be part of their team once they reached their target, Massilon.

The mission today was pretty simple. A pirate had taken over a small island named Massilon and was extorting and torturing their people. Their goal was to bring down their captain, and ensure that the pirates don't harm the inhabitants anymore. To Allen, this meant bringing each of the pirates back to the branch, alive, and throwing them in a cell. However, he could tell that the others had every intention of using their authorized lethal force.

He hoped he could show them it wasn't necessary, but he'd only be able to tell how viable an option that was once they got there. Of course, he wouldn't put his own life, and the life of everyone else in danger for his morals, but if he was the only one at risk, he'd do his best to make sure casualties are as low as humanly possible.

WC: 300

The trip to the island was mild. They didn't hit any real rough patches of weather, and never really strayed very much off course. Whoever was navigating the vessel knew what they were doing. Allen was a bit of a navigator himself, so he could appreciate the craft. It wasn't easy, especially when people are counting on you, but it was rewarding. Nothing beat the feeling of a successful voyage where nobody got hurt, and you didn't scratch up your ship.

Allen spent most of his time on the deck, performing exercises with the other fighters. He didn't know that the trip was going to be this long. He expected a day or two, but it seemed like it was taking forever. He hated to be impatient, but without navigating the ship, the voyage was boring.

Four days in total, that's how long it took to get to Massilon. In that time, Allen had gotten quite used to the men on board. He was comfortable working with each of them, including Captain Moore. Everyone was eager to disembark, but the silence to the island seemed very strange. Allen was uneasy about it, and he could tell the rest of the guys were too.

As they came ashore, it became quite apparent how bad things were here. They could smell blood, and even the pungent scent of corpses. Allen's face turned a very grim shade of white, and his expression lowered. He didn't know what kind of monster would do this, but as they came to the tree line, he could see bodies of victims hanging from branches, and some of them were even nailed to the trunks. A sickly feeling began to bubble in his stomach, or maybe it was anger.

"Ensign Yagami." Allen heard behind him, it was Captain Moore. "A word, if you would."

WC: 313

They had talked on the ship before, and Allen shared his desire not to kill this Captain Viro, but to instead take him into custody. Moore at first laughed at him, but slowly Allen was able to make him understand. Now that they were here though, Allen wasn't sure that it was going to be possible.

"I know it's not what you want to hear, but I'm not so sure you're going to be able to avoid casualties today. I don't want to see you get hurt just because you're restraining yourself." Moore explained, speaking to Allen like he was his son or something. Allen's face turned a bit read in embarrassment.

"Thanks for the concern, Captain Moore, sir. I have already begun to think that it wasn't going to be possible myself, but it's not going to stop me from trying." Allen retorted, a determined look falling over him and turning back towards the mainland. Whoever this sicko Captain Viro was, Allen was going to bring him in so he can rot in a cell for the rest of his miserable life.

They were very cautious on their approach, but even still, they were ambushed before they got to the village. As they came to the end of the forest, a good number of pirates jumped down out of the trees on top of them. There were 10 marines, not including Allen and Captain Moore. That meant they had the advantage, especially considering their extra numbers included a captain.

The clash between the marines and the pirates was pretty one sided. The marines were very coordinated, and separated the pirates into two groups of five. From there, they beat the tar out of them and quickly made their way onward into the village. If any of the ambushers were dumb enough to follow, they'd get another beating. If they were there when they came back through, Captain Moore promised they'd be locked up.

WC: 335

The village was a ghost town. All the houses and the roads looked so disheveled and unkempt, Allen was sure they'd been empty for awhile. Not a soul in sight, and this was supposed to be a happening little island. So much for saving anyone. It looks like the marines were too late.

Allen's fists clenched at his side, he was ready to start lashing out in anger and rage, but before he could, they heard the sounds of laughing coming from the next road over. Without a second though, Allen ran off to investigate, and he was tailed by the other marines. As soon as he came around the side of what looked like a tavern, Allen could see them. 5 pirates, all horsing around in the middle of the road. It looked like they were playing keep away with one of the pirate's hat.

It took them a moment to notice Allen, and by the time they had, the other marines were right there to reinforce him. His temper was already flaring, so when he saw the pirates something snapped. Like some sort of mad man, he rushed forward, his left hand reared back in a claw grip. When he got close enough, he jabbed forwards, hitting the closest pirate hard in the ribs, enough to shatter them and knocking him into the dirt. He slid past him and on to the next guy, jabbing the next man in the jaw. With a guttural howl, the pirate toppled backwards.

By then the other pirates had piled on to Allen, and were punching and kicking him from every angle. However, they were so involved in whooping on him, they forgot the other marines. Like heroes, they swooped in and pulled the guys off Allen, and helped him to his feet. Allen was bruised and a bit bloody, but he was going to be alright. After all, he was saving the real show for Captain Viro.

"Damn it, I had them." Allen laughed, wiping his mouth with his left hand. He could see blood on the glove, which was an irritating sign. This experience wasn't getting any more pleasant.

Captain Moore laughed and rubbed the back of his head. They'd managed to wrestle down the remaining three pirates, only a few of them being very hurt. While they were fortunate that nobody died, Allen was worried about what this Captain Viro was capable of.

WC: 409

"Well, if it isn't my old pals the marines." A wretched voiced called from the stoop of a nearby home. Allen's gaze shifted up to see a man with a long black beard coming down the steps of the home. He was unworried by the presence of the marines. In fact, he seemed to really be treating them like they were old friends.

Allen's hands were shaking, and he was ready to beat the ever loving hell out of the guy, but Captain Moore placed his hand on his should to calm him. "Easy, Ensign." Moore commanded, but Allen pulled away.

"I'll handle it, Captain. If you don't mind, I'd like to show this man how The Obsidian Dragon handles sickos." Allen said coldly, not even waiting for an answer before stepping forward. He had both hands readied in claw grips.

"What's this, a little rookie wanting to make stake his claim? Don't make me laugh!" Captain Viro chided, grabbing his stomach and laughing heartily.

"Shut the hell up and fight me." Allen glared, his temper flaring quite apparently. Without further a due, Viro drew his sword and jumped down the last of the stairs to stand before Allen. The white-haired marine was more than ready for him. He was itching to get this fight started. When the pirate finally brought up his blade, Allen almost laughed. He'd been waiting for it, and as soon as the sword was raised, he brought back his left hand.

The sword slashed down and Allen stepped to the side, striking at the blade with his left hand, attempting to snap it in two. Instead, the sword simply wobbled a little. Allen growled, pissed that he'd failed. He turned instead towards Viro who was laughing hysterically at his failed attempt.

Allen was so blind with rage that he went to strike straight for the pirates face. The rugged rebel ducked to the side, and turned back towards Allen's arm, and bit down into his arm. Allen was stunned, and his immediate reaction was to pull away, but he stopped himself. It'd only further the damage. Instead, he reared back his right hand, and smashed it into the pirate's forehead, forcing him to release Allen's arm.

He was bleeding pretty bad, and Captain Moore was ready to step in, but he held himself. He could see the determined look in the Ensign's eyes, he would be furious if they interrupted his fight. Blood might be flowing, but Allen wasn't done, not yet.

However, when the pirate bit into his left arm, it tore off his sleeve as well, revealing his birth mark. This would have been bad in any circumstance, but in this particular situation it was the worst thing that could happen for Viro. As soon as Allen saw his sleeve was missing, his glare turned ice cold, and it fell on Viro.

Allen's hands readied themselves again, this time however his face was near emotionless. His hands made their dragon claw grips, and he uttered two words, "Obsidian Flurry."

As he spoke these two words, he smashed his right hand directly into the pirates throat, then another in his gut, a third in the center of his chest, a fourth right into his nose, a fifth in his rib cage, a sixth right on the pirate's chin, and the seventh and final claw strike shot right into the man's right eye.

It happened so quickly it was like a train had gone off the rails and smashed into him. Captain Viro erupted into a ghoulish howl until he toppled over backwards. Allen seethed for a moment, his hands still in their dragon claw grips. He stood for a moment over his opponent until he was sure he won, but when he was positive it was over, he collapsed.

Captain Moore and the other marines took in Captain Viro and his men, as per Moore's promise to Allen. All of them were accounted for, and Allen was in stable condition before they left Massilon. Allen was lucky that Viro didn't bite into him any deeper, or he might have bled out before they got back to the ship.

WC: 716