The sun was rising on a small but beautiful village, many of the residents doing farm work and practicing their respective style. Citizens gave dirty looks to the young man walking by, a shark smile gracing his face and the standard marine uniform adorning his body. He couldn't be much older then his twenties, he walked down the street in a rather casual manner, arms behind the head and humming a tune of some sort.


It was a simple life, being a marine on karate island, due to repeated attempts to take the Island most of the islanders were mistrustful of the marines. This worked well for Sergei as he preferred to be left alone whilst on the job, but brought the issue of no one being willing to sell to him. Though it wasn't all bad, it was a popular fishing destination and with the use of a chair leg and ball of twine someone had thrown out he was able to make his life catching fish to eat. Once at the edge of town and out looking the sea he took a seat and castes his crude fishing poles line into the water.

Laying back he pulled his cap over his eyes as to avoid the sun shining into them. He hummed the songs that his mother hummed back home when they were cooking, a way to the pass the time whilst waiting for the fish to take the bait.  As they bit he pulled them in and laid them out on the ground before smashing the head with a rock as to make sure the creature did not suffer. This process was repeated for around an hour and netted him around six fish, enough to eat for the day. Though he stayed at the ledge, it wasn't as though the townspeople much cared for him.

Sergei was leaned back and resting peacefully, when suddenly a loud racket was heard from the town behind him. Removing his uniforms shirt and using it as a makeshift sack to carry his fish in, he began his way back into town to check on the commotion, it was a longer then usual trip as he now had a bag of fish slung over the shoulder and took him about twenty minutes to walk back into town. A small amount of people seemed to be surrounding the local tavern of this particular town, Sergei approached with a cautious intent. The scene within the bar brought a frown to the young marines face, on the ground were both his own brothers in arms and some local bandits of whom stayed within the plains. He looked to the woman who seemingly owned the bar and spoke to her "I am Sergei Volkov of the marines, what has happened here?" his voice stern and face emotionless as the people of the island expected it to be.

"These men," she spoke, gesturing to the downed bandits, "came into my bar and started a ruckus. They started fighting the marines there and knocked them out and a young man took advantage and knocked them out while their backs were turned." she was lying through her teeth to protect Gideon, but he seemed to have bought it. "Well, I'll need to have a word with this young man you spoke of in order to get a statement, do you where where I may find him?" it wasn't much, a description of him which could fit many of the men in town. With a promise to reimburse her for the damages Sergei was off.

Of course, taking precaution beforehand to cuff the bandits so the marines may take them in for proper processing once they awake. Sergei began to question men and women at the docks. Due to the islanders distrustful nature toward the marines, word was bound to get to Gideon that a marine was looking for him if he was there, or if he wasn't there, he'd likely be told once he arrived.

A sigh escaped Sergei's lips, no one was willing to give him a straight answer. They were incredibly close knit, not willing to snitch on one another to a marine. There was only two things that would loosen the lips of these salty sailors, one was cold hard cash which Sergei, being a man currently using his shirt to haul fish he needs to survive around, did not have. The other, however, being intimidation which Sergei did have on his side. Approaching the nearest fishermen he asked his question, which was returned with the same sarcastic 'lot of them types around here'. Chains began to push out of Sergei's back, just above the tail bone. They were around ten meters in length, four in total and glowing a red color, the ends sharpened to a point that it could cut iron.

"I will ask nicely once more, where is the man I seek?" they seemed intent on calling Sergei's bluff to which Sergei decided to step things up. One of the chains slamming down, through the plans between the man's legs. The loud crash had drawn the attention of many of the local fishermen and women who turned their attention to the tall standing marine and the on his ass fishermen. "Where. Is. The. Man?" he didn't get an address but he did get a neighborhood. The chains dropped off his back, he emptied his sack of fish onto the fishermen "Consider it a payment." 

It was a twenty minute walk to this neighborhood and it wasn't exactly a marine friendly part of town. Sergei kept a low profile, he'd likely come to regret it eventually but he couldn't risk a scene here. Approaching the nearest civilians he began asking around and when one bit, he offered a trade. A little bit of information for the guys location, of course that information wouldn't be given and he'd have the guy arrested, but that's another story. A stone warehouse somewhere around the area, a bit of searching about five minutes worth and it was found.

The gate was open allowing Sergei to enter virtually silent, there he was working on a vessel of some sort. "Excuse me, sir. I am Sergei Volkov of the marines, I have some questions for you."

Sergei, as stern and emotionless as ever,  began to speak. "I am here to investigate an incident at a local tavern. witnesses say you knocked out several bandits after they themselves knocked out several marines." he began movement up the nearby stairs that Gideon himself had taken. "After some questions, preferably back at the bar, you'll be free to do as you wish." his marine persona was dropping "Come on mate, we can talk it out over a couple of drinks. Marine paid. What do ya say?"

Now Sergei didn't KNOW if he could do that, but he was really banking his chances on Gideon not knowing either. "Look, let's start off easy even, what's your name?"

Sergei let out a sigh and leaned against the railing of the steps, maybe this wasn't the man he was looking for. Sergei had gone after him with only a rather vague description of what the perpetrator looked like. Gideon was his name, as Gideon was speaking a man came in and accused Gideon of working on stolen ships in the warehouse they were currently in. "Yeah," Sergei spoke as four chains sprouted from his back, sharpened ends and glowing red, "it is awkward." Gideon had begun a mad dash, going for the wires that were hanging the ship up and heading for the floor.

As he began his slide three chains shot out and sliced the wire Gideon was using while he was still sliding down it. After the cut however, the ship began to lean which Sergei had not anticipated. "Didn't think that through." was his thought, he couldn't risk Gideon running out the door and dashed towards it in an attempt to block off the main pathway.

[interrupting the attempted slide.]

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Sergei cursed himself, he couldn't believe he had forgotten to make sure the civilians were safe before launching an attack like that. "The higher ups are really gonna chew my ass on this one." he mumbled whilst scratching the back of his head. Gideon seemed like he wasn't going anywhere given how he landed, though once he seemed to start making a run, Sergei himself almost leaped into action. That is, however, until Gideon put his hands up and made a simple request to hoist the ship back into proper position then he'd answer any questions Sergei had. He scratched his chin and gave a shrug, dropping the chains off his back  He got down from his position on the ship and began his way towards Gideon, extending his hand for a good old fashioned handshake "We got off on the wrong foot here, a proper introduction is in order.. I am Sergei Volkov, it's nice to meet you." that shark toothed smile of his on his face.

"Let's get to work shall we, then we'll head to the bar and talk about this over a few drinks. Sound good to you?"

That grin didn't much scare Sergei, hell it reminded him of his own grin from when he was younger. The handshake a success Sergei gave a grin back "I'm no big wig, just an ensign trying to do his job." Gideon rustled around in the bag of his and tossed a few weights to Sergei which he caught with a bit of effort. "Of course I'll help, it's why I offered after all." he replied to Gideon whom was moving up the stairs. As he returned he began speaking of the follies of man and how ships have no desires. "That's a way to look at life I suppose. Humans do pretty terrible things after all." was his reply as he weighted down the ladder as asked of him. After that as asked he went to the crank and prepared to do the turning when asked.

"I'm ready when you are, Gideon. I hope you intend to return this ship once you've finished repairing it. Otherwise I have something far more substantial to bring you in on." his voice casual at though he was speaking about bringing in the Sunday paper.