OOC: Cipher you haven't purchased a ship of your own and you cannot just randomly spawn one and sail into a topic aboard it. You group was supplied five ships of which you could have started this topic on. The only ship being in your possession being the freebie row boat everyone is given, that is the only ship you can possibly be referencing as your "family ship". For that reason I am simply clarifying that the vessel you are aboard is a Tier 0 Row Boat.
New round will only consist of the marine NPC post, so Marine PCs start posting after this. Official timer begins at 9 p.m. Pacific Time, 2 hours after this post.
New round will only consist of the marine NPC post, so Marine PCs start posting after this. Official timer begins at 9 p.m. Pacific Time, 2 hours after this post.
The Marines were holding their formation in front of the mouth to the Grandline. They're sails were pulled, so they didn't catch any forlorn breezes that could happen to sweep through though the air seemed unnervingly still today. All cannons of the ships in formation were loaded and ready to be fired and Sanson's trigger finger was itching. This was a new sensation to him. He had been in command of operations before, but this was huge and never had he had so much weight on his shoulders and questioned his own commands before he gave them. "Should I deploy them now?" He sat in his Captain's chair that was on the deck of the second plateau of the ship near the ship's wheel where the navigator stood idly. His foot was nervously rapping on the wooden boards while he had a single hand pressed lightly against his lips, his expression very stern as his eyes were directed at the floor in thought. "Errrm . . . Rear Admiral?" The Navigator called out to him and snatched him out his trail of anxious thoughts. His head quickly looking up at the Navigator, he saw his hand was stretched out with a Den Den Mushi in it. "Get into gear Sanson, I'm not here to carry your weight!" He was confused as to why Rear Admiral Lilica was shouting at him at first, but upon looking up he saw why. Out beyond his ship the battle was already unfolding and he didn't remember giving out a single command. His body rose up out his chair in bewilderment as did his eyes spread wide open as his jaw went agape. While he was lost in thought, the pirates had launched the first attack and Rear Admiral Lilica took command in Sanson's mental absence.
The boom of the cannon wasn't heard till a while after it was fired, but with the scout keeping a ready eye out on the approaching vessels, he shouted out an alert perhaps a second after they were fired. "ENEMY CANNON FIRE COMING IN HOT!" This was the same scout aboard the Leviathan who alerted the formation of the enemy's presence. No word from Sanson when this information was supplied to the Marines, Lilica gave her own command. "You two first response vessels get a move on and we'll support you with cannon fire!" The voice barking over the transponder snail speakers was that of a woman instead of Sanson's burly voice. Both vessel's turning and dropping their sails to begin sailing forward, in the meantime Rear Admiral Lilica ordered for her personal Den Den Mushi to be given to her. It rang longer than it should have for this to be a combat situation and an operation as bgi as this, but Lilica chewed him out once Sanson got on the line.
Aboard the two vessels sent out as first response, Seishiro stood from his Captain's chair, took his Rear Admiral's coat off his shoulders, and tossed it in his seat. "Since Sanson ain't saying shit guess he can't get mad if I act on my own accord for a bit." Hopping down from this second plateau of his ship where the wheel was located, he safely landed then maneuvered through the platoon of Marines as he jogged briskly to the bow of his ship. Once there, steam would harmlessly rocket out of the pore that were on his legs and feet. It sounded like an angry teapot almost.
The burst of steam would accompany a jump he had performed and work to propel him towards one of the incoming cannon balls. Though they were pretty close to one another, only the one he would strike would be effected by his actions . Slipping his fingers in the loops of his brass knuckles, which were actually crafted out of steel, in his pockets, he withdrew his now armed hands and reeled back with his right before delivering a steam propelled punch at one of the two cannon balls. The steam had rocketed out of his right elbow with key timing to make the speed of his punch and force of his punch exaggerated to superhuman levels resulting in an obliterated iron cannon ball. Just wanting to get warmed up a bit and not looking to really be a savior, Seishiro would exude pressurized steam from his legs and feet once more to not only halt his forward momentum, but propel him back to where he had came from. His whole execution of the act was done seamlessly and in a safe manner. The cannon ball shattered into an uncountable amount of pieces and showered into the waters of the Redline many meters below, leaving him unharmed from any debris and safe from the unforgiving depths of the ocean. His brass knuckles were outfitted properly of course, being his signature weapon, so his hand suffered no damage from using such a tool. Landing safely on his own ship, no more steam pouring from his body, he'd watch how the Leviathan's crew would deal with the threat. "This should be good." All the while scouts aboard each of the ships would be keeping an eye on the enemy formation and the marine who manned the crow's nest on Seishiro's vessel would announce the presence of another enemy vessel. "Uuuhhhhh . . . there's a guy coming at us on a rowboat . . ." It could be said that he was leading the pirate's assault squadron given he was in front of them, but he was quickly being caught up to which would lead to his dinky being rocked and flipped over resulting in his death if not having his little dinky smashed to pieces. The large warship of the enemy was too high up for someone of his caliber to board through conventional means, but perhaps he had a trick up his sleeve. Regardless he was just floating there in the ocean, not even rowing his boat. Perhaps he was imagining he had a crew of men there operating it for him?
"Hand me a Spyglass." With Seishiro's order, not the marine in the crow's nest, but another Marine gave him what he asked for and he safely put the magnifier up to his eye. He paid no mind to the delirious man out in the waters, but went straight to looking at the forefront vessel of the enemy's formation and looked to see who they were up against. "Sakuma!? This is a Revolutionary attack!?" He lowered the spyglass, his thoughts racing. "Fuck! Ring up Jikuman . . . no put me on the speaker!" The Marine that was taking his commands nodded and ran to grab the appropriate transponder snail. Seishiro would sneak a few more peaks at the enemy vessel in the meantime.
During all this cannonball smashing would be when Sanson came to due to Rear Admiral Lilica's shouting. "My deepes-" "I don't care about your apologies! Just get your head in this battle before its rolling on the floor!" Before Sanson could even think of a response the transmission was disconnected and he swallowed her words. Nodding to himself he stood from his seat. "Get me on the speaker!" A Marine assistant to Sanson nodded and ran to carry out his command and while the Marine was moving, Seishiro would be heard throughout the speakers on every ship. "These aren't Pirates! This is a Revolutionary attack lead by Aquaflore of all people. We need to switch up the formation, a head on attack won't cut it against a Revolutionary raid!" Seishiro was the youngest of the three Rear Admiral's, but he was quite the strategist in actuality. "Rear Admiral Jikuman form a triangle formation with me and the Leviathan and Rear Admiral Lilica hold the mouth of the Grandline and give us cover fire. Let them lead the offense and we'll stay on the defense. I'm sure these bastards have a trick up their sleeve." Sanson and Lilica nodded soundly, both impressed with how Seishiro could be such a brash and hotheaded kid one moment, then flip the switch and start calling shots the next, but this is why he was brought along for this campaign. The higher ups knew he had a mind crafted for form strategies that could win them battles.
Sanson throwing his planned words out his mind, he would put the commander's stamp on Seishiro's command. "Follow through with his command, Rear Admiral Lilica will be taking my place as the rear guard and my vessel will be joining forming a triangle formation. Port side towards the enemy and all units are to fire once they enter range!" Sanson's voice being transmitted through the speakers it'd be a lot to take in, but any Marine present should be trained and ready for these things and on the fly commands. Lilica and Sanson safely performing the swap, the triangle formation would be held fifty meters from the mouth of the Grandline. The Leviathan would be centered with Rear Admiral Lilica's own ship which angled their cannons so that when fired they sail above friendly vessels to not cause any harm to allies. With the enemy's current pace, they'd enter the Marine's artillery range with their next course of actions, less they should slow down.
The boom of the cannon wasn't heard till a while after it was fired, but with the scout keeping a ready eye out on the approaching vessels, he shouted out an alert perhaps a second after they were fired. "ENEMY CANNON FIRE COMING IN HOT!" This was the same scout aboard the Leviathan who alerted the formation of the enemy's presence. No word from Sanson when this information was supplied to the Marines, Lilica gave her own command. "You two first response vessels get a move on and we'll support you with cannon fire!" The voice barking over the transponder snail speakers was that of a woman instead of Sanson's burly voice. Both vessel's turning and dropping their sails to begin sailing forward, in the meantime Rear Admiral Lilica ordered for her personal Den Den Mushi to be given to her. It rang longer than it should have for this to be a combat situation and an operation as bgi as this, but Lilica chewed him out once Sanson got on the line.
Aboard the two vessels sent out as first response, Seishiro stood from his Captain's chair, took his Rear Admiral's coat off his shoulders, and tossed it in his seat. "Since Sanson ain't saying shit guess he can't get mad if I act on my own accord for a bit." Hopping down from this second plateau of his ship where the wheel was located, he safely landed then maneuvered through the platoon of Marines as he jogged briskly to the bow of his ship. Once there, steam would harmlessly rocket out of the pore that were on his legs and feet. It sounded like an angry teapot almost.
The burst of steam would accompany a jump he had performed and work to propel him towards one of the incoming cannon balls. Though they were pretty close to one another, only the one he would strike would be effected by his actions . Slipping his fingers in the loops of his brass knuckles, which were actually crafted out of steel, in his pockets, he withdrew his now armed hands and reeled back with his right before delivering a steam propelled punch at one of the two cannon balls. The steam had rocketed out of his right elbow with key timing to make the speed of his punch and force of his punch exaggerated to superhuman levels resulting in an obliterated iron cannon ball. Just wanting to get warmed up a bit and not looking to really be a savior, Seishiro would exude pressurized steam from his legs and feet once more to not only halt his forward momentum, but propel him back to where he had came from. His whole execution of the act was done seamlessly and in a safe manner. The cannon ball shattered into an uncountable amount of pieces and showered into the waters of the Redline many meters below, leaving him unharmed from any debris and safe from the unforgiving depths of the ocean. His brass knuckles were outfitted properly of course, being his signature weapon, so his hand suffered no damage from using such a tool. Landing safely on his own ship, no more steam pouring from his body, he'd watch how the Leviathan's crew would deal with the threat. "This should be good." All the while scouts aboard each of the ships would be keeping an eye on the enemy formation and the marine who manned the crow's nest on Seishiro's vessel would announce the presence of another enemy vessel. "Uuuhhhhh . . . there's a guy coming at us on a rowboat . . ." It could be said that he was leading the pirate's assault squadron given he was in front of them, but he was quickly being caught up to which would lead to his dinky being rocked and flipped over resulting in his death if not having his little dinky smashed to pieces. The large warship of the enemy was too high up for someone of his caliber to board through conventional means, but perhaps he had a trick up his sleeve. Regardless he was just floating there in the ocean, not even rowing his boat. Perhaps he was imagining he had a crew of men there operating it for him?
"Hand me a Spyglass." With Seishiro's order, not the marine in the crow's nest, but another Marine gave him what he asked for and he safely put the magnifier up to his eye. He paid no mind to the delirious man out in the waters, but went straight to looking at the forefront vessel of the enemy's formation and looked to see who they were up against. "Sakuma!? This is a Revolutionary attack!?" He lowered the spyglass, his thoughts racing. "Fuck! Ring up Jikuman . . . no put me on the speaker!" The Marine that was taking his commands nodded and ran to grab the appropriate transponder snail. Seishiro would sneak a few more peaks at the enemy vessel in the meantime.
During all this cannonball smashing would be when Sanson came to due to Rear Admiral Lilica's shouting. "My deepes-" "I don't care about your apologies! Just get your head in this battle before its rolling on the floor!" Before Sanson could even think of a response the transmission was disconnected and he swallowed her words. Nodding to himself he stood from his seat. "Get me on the speaker!" A Marine assistant to Sanson nodded and ran to carry out his command and while the Marine was moving, Seishiro would be heard throughout the speakers on every ship. "These aren't Pirates! This is a Revolutionary attack lead by Aquaflore of all people. We need to switch up the formation, a head on attack won't cut it against a Revolutionary raid!" Seishiro was the youngest of the three Rear Admiral's, but he was quite the strategist in actuality. "Rear Admiral Jikuman form a triangle formation with me and the Leviathan and Rear Admiral Lilica hold the mouth of the Grandline and give us cover fire. Let them lead the offense and we'll stay on the defense. I'm sure these bastards have a trick up their sleeve." Sanson and Lilica nodded soundly, both impressed with how Seishiro could be such a brash and hotheaded kid one moment, then flip the switch and start calling shots the next, but this is why he was brought along for this campaign. The higher ups knew he had a mind crafted for form strategies that could win them battles.
Sanson throwing his planned words out his mind, he would put the commander's stamp on Seishiro's command. "Follow through with his command, Rear Admiral Lilica will be taking my place as the rear guard and my vessel will be joining forming a triangle formation. Port side towards the enemy and all units are to fire once they enter range!" Sanson's voice being transmitted through the speakers it'd be a lot to take in, but any Marine present should be trained and ready for these things and on the fly commands. Lilica and Sanson safely performing the swap, the triangle formation would be held fifty meters from the mouth of the Grandline. The Leviathan would be centered with Rear Admiral Lilica's own ship which angled their cannons so that when fired they sail above friendly vessels to not cause any harm to allies. With the enemy's current pace, they'd enter the Marine's artillery range with their next course of actions, less they should slow down.
