Task Name: Shooting the Messenger
Tier: 2
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: South Blue
Crew, Team, or Personal: Team
Description: Jackson has just been notified by his superiors that a lone Marine vessel will be crossing through the South Blue. The vessel is headed towards base #45 with information they've been able to gather on a large force of Revolutionaries in the area after a violent encounter with them. His job is to stop them before they make it to the base and make sure the information and the remaining crew are never seen again.  
Enemy Details: x10 Tier 0 Ensigns
Boss: Yes

Boss Name: Commodore
Tier: 3
Description: This Marine Commodore is highly proficient in the arts of combat. He makes use of a long ranged weaponry.
Devil Fruit: N/A
Haki Aura: N/A
Equipment: Tier 4 Crossbow and 50x Tier 1 Bolts
Specs: 6 Marksmanship, 1 Hand to hand

Though a few days had passed since Jackson's time on Karate Island and the training he'd endured, he could still feel the soreness in his muscles as he rushed his way through the waters of South Blue. Right about now, he'd probably still be resting if he hadn't been notified by his superiors that there was a job that only a few Revolutionaries currently stationed in South Blue could handle. He'd been briefed that there'd been a battle between Marines and his fellow Revolutionaries in North Blue, and once the battle had concluded only one Marine ship had been able to escape. The ship, however, didn't leave unscathed. They'd lost a majority of their higher ranking members on the ship, and right now only a fraction of them were still alive.

Initially the Revolutionaries saw no threat in allowing this lone ship to escape, but once they figured out exactly how much Intel these Marines happened to acquire on the movement. The Intel needed to be recovered and this ship needed to be intercepted before it could reach Base #45.

At this very moment under the cover of night, Jackson was currently on his way to a little known island within the seas of South Blue in order to meet up with a team of fellow Revolutionaries that had also been briefed about the mission. He'd yet to meet any others that were stationed to this part of the world, so he was sure he'd meeting them all for the first time. Once the group assembled and discussed a game plan, they'd make their way from the small island towards the ship and proceed with their orders. Hopefully when this all was over they'd have finished this mission successfully.

After about another hour of swimming, Jackson could see what appeared to be an island in the distance. With the directions he'd been given, he knew if he'd been headed in the right direction that this would be the only island in the area. Jackson had never claimed to the best at navigating, but he knew he wouldn't have made a mistake like veering off in the wrong direction when it came to something of such importance. From his distance away from the small island, he couldn't exactly see if anyone else had arrived there before he had.

Soon enough, Jackson found himself on the shore of the island. The darkness of the island and its surrounding was helped by the fact that this place was uninhabited - and it added a certain eeriness. For those Revolutionaries that weren't Fishmen and were meant to sail here in such darkness, he could only hope they were able to navigate in such conditions. Jackson had to admit that he'd only been able to do so because of his eyes having the ability to acclimate fully to darkness such as this, and with his eyes acclimated to the darkness of his environment he was also able to notice the hooded male standing about twenty meters to his left on the shore. It was only natural for Jackson to assume that this man was one that he was meant to meet here on the island.

With a short sigh, Jackson began to walk forward until he reached a distance of about seven meters before speaking.

"How many others are supposed to be showing up?"

Even though he still couldn't say he was 100% sure that this man was even here for the mission that would ensue, they didn't exactly have a secret way of revealing their identities to one another beforehand. He figured he'd ask this question simply because, if this man was who Jackson thought he was, he'd know exactly what he was talking about. If he wasn't, then he'd likely reply with a "what?" and Jackson would simply go about his business.

The man in front of him quickly responded to Jackson's question by giving him information on both his name as well as denoting the fact that yet another member of the team had just arrived. Jackson had only turned slightly, and already the new arrival had begun to mention missions and tactical assaults. These questions were far too blunt for Jackson's tastes, as they'd make anyone who wasn't in the know far too curious about what was going to happen. When people started to mention phrases like "tactical assaults" in front of civilians it was usually enough to cause them to inform the Marines.

Regardless of this, Jackson nodded his head in the new arrival's direction. The tension in the air was thick enough that it could be cut with a knife - despite the fact that the three of these men had been ordered to act as a team. He could tell that the dire nature of this mission likely had them all on edge. Wanting to defuse the situation, Jackson decided to follow Leon's example and introduce himself.

"It's a pleasure to meet the both of you. I'm known as Kaldur'ahm, but you can both call me Kaldur for short."

After sending a smile in their directions, he hoped this would be enough to put them both at ease so that they could move forward with the planning of their mission. After a quick glance around, Jackson noted that there didn't seem to be anyone else arriving or making their way towards the trio's location. If there were any other members of the Revolution arriving, they'd simply have to be briefed on further mission details on the way. Even though they were still ahead of schedule when it came to intercepting the Marine vessel, they still needed to get underway.

"On the way here I thought a lot about the best way to go about dealing with this situation. Our top priority is recovering the Intel that we've been tasked with retrieving, but even that won't be enough to keep our brothers out of harms way. If even one of those Marines happened to read that report, they'll have more than enough information to act on. Though I hate the thought of doing something like this, the only thing I can think to do is to make sure none of those men live."

Jackson took a short pause after saying this to eye the other two men. He wasn't sure how they'd take a plan like this one. Even though the Revolutionaries were at war with the World Government, that didn't necessarily mean that they looked forward to killing their enemies. Even though these actions were for the good of their cause, he couldn't expect that they'd agree with the notion of killing these men in cold blood. In all honesty, the fact he'd even put forward a plan such as this one was something that troubled him greatly, but he could tell that this was something that would likely avoid further needless bloodshed down the line.

"If the Marines happen to find an empty vessel sailing with no crew, they'll likely attribute it to an attack. Because of this, I believe we also need to cover up any evidence that could potentially track back to the Revolutionaries in the West. We'll need to sink the vessel as well."

Jackson was relieved to see that both men were now actively engaged when it came to coming to a unified plan when it came to how they'd handle the mission they'd been tasked with completing. The young, white haired man replied first. His first questions consisted of things in regards to the vessel itself in order to give him an idea of how it could be infiltrated. These questions then moved forward into asking how skilled the others in the group were when it came to combat. All of these questions made sense, as they'd all need to know each other's strengths and weaknesses in order to formulate any worthwhile plan of attack.

However, before Jackson could reply to the male's questions, Leon had already thrown in a snide remark. He'd pointed out the fact that this male had asked these questions, yet, hadn't revealed his name to the rest of the group. Jackson had to admit to himself that he was a bit put off by the fact that this man had not yet revealed a name or even an alias, but he'd simply attributed this to nerves. It wasn't every day that someone was sent out to take care of a situation as dire as this - maybe small talk wasn't something this man wanted to clutter his thoughts with.

In spite of this, Jackson felt it wouldn't help anything to not reply to the male's question.

"Well, one thing that we do know is that this vessel has already seen a great deal of damage as a result of the run in it had with our brothers in the west. On it's port side it has multiple breaches as a result of cannon fire. Though the breaches aren't low enough for them to take on water, it's obvious that any Marines stationed on the deck for watch will focus their attention on that area of the ship, meaning that the starboard side will likely be less guarded should we attempt to infiltrate...Also, I'm highly skilled in Hand to Hand combat; Fishman Karate and Jujutsu being the martial arts that I'm highly proficient in."


As he'd finished up his reply, Leon began to speak as well. He brought up the fact that he'd felt that sinking the ship was the highest priority over personally killing the Marines on board. Jackson agreed wholeheartedly with this, yet he did bring up the topic of the Den Den Mushi on board. They needed to make sure that an S.O.S would never be sent off and that the Marines stationed at Base #45 felt there was no foul play involved with the disappearance of this vessel.

"I agree, but, even with a distraction that might be enough for them to raise an alarm. With the hits they've suffered and the extremely low amount of man power they have on board, I'm sure they're quite paranoid right about now. I'd suggest that we have someone infiltrate from the starboard side where it's likely to have less of a Marine presence; and maybe one of you may be able to sneak on board and destroy the Den Den Mushi - and hopefully be able to retrieve the Intel. Again, our top priority is to make sure this Intel doesn't reach the hands of the World Government. If we can't retrieve it, then it needs to be destroyed. If we're able to take out the Den Den Mushi, then we can focus on sinking the ship next, and that'll take care of the destruction of both the vessel and the Intel."

Jackson nodded in Marlo's direction as he introduced himself. It seemed the man finally felt at ease enough to finally give a name and a potential alias. Jackson wasn't exactly sure what to make of the alias, but he figured that maybe it had a deeper meaning to it than he could see. There were, however, more important things right now than thinking about the meaning of his alias, and soon enough Leon had brought up how they were going to intercept the vessel. To Jackson this seemed obvious enough; "the same way we got here.", but then again, maybe he hadn't considered that these two men had hitched a ride here from another source.

Before speaking, Jackson raised his right hand up and rapped lightly at the side of his neck - pointing out his gills.

"Well, like you both have probably already noticed, I'm a Fishman, so i'll be swimming. I suppose if you both have a boat around, I can haul the two of you while I swim."

Jackson began to hope that at least one of them had brought some form of transportation with them so that this plan could be something they could act on. If not, he'd be forced to swim them back and forth on his back or something, and that wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to. The time to intercept the ship was growing closer and they needed to move out soon if they were going to complete this task.