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Cyrus Kincaid
Reaper of the Revolution Cyrus had finished his training with Cappadonna, or Daniels as he was apparently named, and made his way back to the docks of Mock Town. It would seem, finally, after all this time the Revolutionaries had finally decided to get their asses in gear and deliver Cyrus’s two ships as well as the beginnings of a crew. Down by the docks he could make out a massive ship that looked as though it had been dredged up from the sea floor itself, but not in an old, rickety, probably going to sink kinda way. Instead it appeared more doom and gloom, like a ghost ship, seeking revenge on those that dare sank it. Spooky. Cyrus liked spooky. As for the other ship, well it was a submarine so Cyrus couldn’t see most of it, but from the little that did break the surface, he liked what he saw. It appeared powerful and deadly, or at least the top fifth of it did as it floated idly beside the larger spooky ship. On the dock, standing in front of the two ships was a fishman from the Revolution. Cyrus approached, greeting him with the standard Revolutionary greeting, grabbing the other’s forearm as they did the same. It was an old tradition, used by the army both for tradition and as an old fashioned way of checking the other person for hidden weapons. Hello there sir, I see my ships have arrived. They look wonderful I must say. My thanks to the shipwright who designed them. The fishman smiled, showing a row of razor sharp teeth, Ah so you are the infamous Cyrus Kincaid, your wanted poster doesn’t do you justice. The ships and crew aboard are free for you to command but I’m afraid your time on Jaya isn’t quite done just yet. With that the fishman handed Cyrus a file report, which had been sealed in some form of waterproof wrapping, before jumping off the dock and into the sea below without another word. Cyrus tried to watch the fishman depart, but the waters were too dark and the fishman too fast. Instead he inspected the file, which was surprisingly thick, but did not open it. Deciding it would be better to do so after meeting his new crew, Cyrus climbed aboard the larger ship to meet them. Aboard he introduced himself to the various men and women of the Revolution who manned the ship and kept her running. They were a merry bunch, seemed relatively cheerful but also ready to stick a knife in the kidney of anyone stupid enough to cross them. Cyrus had a feeling he was going to enjoy these people, even if he didn’t stand a chance at remembering their names. Hearing that they had an onboard doctor, Cyrus decided to personally meet the man himself. After all, it was never a bad idea to be friendly with your crew’s doctor. Knocking on the infirmary door, Cyrus stepped in, Hello, my name is- he paused, shocked by what he found on the other side. In front of him sat a relatively large man who was inspecting, what Cyrus believed to be, was a mummy on his operating table. At the very least it looked like a very old corpse. More odd than that was the young woman slouched over the back of the doctor, her hands attempting to play with the man’s…unmentionables through his pants. Each time she tried to grab at them playfully the doctor simply slapped them away and continued inspecting the corpse on his table without a word. Honestly Yuri, you’re no fun anymore. The girl said, a slight pout on her face as she gave up on the man’s genitalia and stood upright. Suddenly noticing Cyrus in the doorway, her eyes fixed on him as a devilish grin came across her face, Ooooh looky here, a new play thing. I don’t remember seeing you on board on the journey over. The girl said as she seductively sauntered over to Cyrus. Ignore her, the twat wouldn’t know a good tool if it slapped her across the face. All the same to her. The corpse suddenly spoke, which apparently meant, it wasn’t a corpse at all but instead just a very, very old woman. Hey fuck you, you old hag, get your own toy. The younger girl shot back, now standing directly in front of Cyrus. Cyrus looked at the girl, then at the older woman still lying on the table and then finally at the doctor who didn’t even look up from his examination of the older woman. Um…right, hi. I’m Cyrus Kincaid and I think I’m your captain. Cyrus said, clearing his voice and trying to take control of the fairly hectic situation. Finally, the doctor decided to look up from his work. Dah so you’re the captain then. My name is Yuri, this is Old Mei, he said, pointing to the not-corpse, and the one about to grab fer ye cock is Zoe. Charmer she is that one. The fishman who brought us over mentioned we have a mission, which I assume is the thing you’re holding in your hand. So what’s the plan captain? At this point the old woman had decided to sit up, apparently her check up was over. She eyed Cyrus carefully before saying, Christ, he’s our cap’n. You’re what? Twelve? Honestly the Revolution is recruiting younger and younger these days. Anyway, like Yuri said, I’m Old Mei and I’m your new navigator. I was told you’d have a Log Pose for me. I…ahem…lost the last one in a street game of poker, but not this one, I’ll hold onto this one. Regardless, like I said I’m the navigator, Yuri over here is your doctor, shocker I know and that one, Old Mei said, pointing a decrepit finger at Zoe, that one, well she doesn’t have a specific purpose. She just likes to shoot and fuck, and admittedly I can tell you first hand she’s competent in at least one of those areas. Old Mei finished, though Cyrus noticed she didn’t clarify which area. Okay well, nice to meet you all. I truly look forward to working with everyone aboard. With that, Cyrus popped open the waterproof jacket of the Rev orders and pulled out a rather thick file. Skimming it he frowned, How odd, I never heard of a place like this on Jaya. It appears the Marines are conducting research in a facility on the far end of Jaya. About as faraway from Mock Town as you can get. Thinking about it again, Cyrus realized it was no wonder he hadn’t heard of the place. He had spent the vast majority of his time in or near Mocktown just like the rest of the citizens. In fact, the citizens of Mocktown most likely had no idea what was going on on the other side of their island. Anyway, according to the intel, this facility is experimenting on humans. It all seems pretty shady and the Revolution wants us to break in and destroy the entire compound or at the very least let the…hmm…the experiments I suppose would be the best way to put it, let these experiments free to rampage through the compound and effectively stop whatever research the Marines are trying to conduct. The three others remained silent for a moment, taking in what Cyrus had just said before Yuri finally spoke up, Looks like they gave you a map, here spread it out or her and let’s have a look. Yuri said, pointing to some more papers in Cyrus’s hands before clearing off an exam table. Old Mei jumped off her own exam table and followed Cyrus and Zoe over. Judging from these blueprints the place seems relatively well guarded. Our best bet would be to sneak in. We could outright attack but they outnumber us by…well, judging from these rough estimates, by over one thousand. Cyrus let that hang in the air between the four of them for a moment before continuing, Look, I know we just met. I can’t ask any of you to do something this ridiculous for our first mission together. I’ll go in alone, all I ask is that you have the sub waiting for me nearby if I need to make a quick escape. In response to this idea, Zoe burst out laughing, Ha, fat chance Cap’n. We’re a crew now, which means you’ve got our backs and we’ve got yours. We signed up for this crazy shit when we joined the Revolution. Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily, and I’m not just saying that because I think you’re cute. She said with a playful wink. Aye, the girl’s right. We’re in it for the long haul Mr. Kincaid. Cyrus frowned in thought, Alright, well thank you, all of you. Honestly I think our best bet would be to have a small cell enter the compound and start causing as much damage as possible. We get in, we release these…things, whatever they are, and we get out. Kill any Marines we can on the way. The rest of you wait nearby on the ships and when we call for you, bring the ships around and start bombarding the compound, covering us while we escape. Old Mei grinned, Sounds simple enough youngin. These old bones weren’t made for sneaking around at night, but I’d be more than happy to lead the hellfire charge we’re going to rain down on those bastards. Cyrus could only chuckle at that, Alright, it’s settled then. Let’s start preparing to head out by nightfall. That gives us about two hours.
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