martians vs goblins

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] ¤ THE CYBERNETIC BLADE ENTERS THE DARKNESS ¤ NOTE: This thread is open and death-disabled. For anyone who wishes to join, please PM me first, so we don't end up with a clusterfuck thread with potential post-once-and-goes-inactive'rs. Thank you. CHAPTER 003: MARTIANS VS GOBLINS The departure from Illusia was a decision that was based on assuring a proper invulnerability for my own wellness, refusing to gamble my life when the desire to unravel my past was at it's strongest. Consequently, I came to realize that the region I was within, the West Blue, was engulfed in islands and surrounded by intrusive waters, and finding sufficient transportation from isle-to-isle began to become recurring pain. Those with enough money could easily access a ferry or sailor in such a time of need, but these necessities were far from my grasp, especially with my current status in society and lack of a paying job. Somehow, somewhere, I had to discover my own resource for the world's currency. Eventually, the coin finally landed in my favor and the Goddess of Fortune brought me an opportunity I couldn't resist. Near the border of the mainland, I entered a lush forest and lurked silently in the background of a secluded campsite, which seemed to host quite a few people. From it's size alone, I could estimate that the location was a base for a couple dozen people. Could this be a training site for the Marines? Soundlessly, I analyzed the site in whole and gathered that the base was actually quite empty, and only several low-class soldiers of the Marine army were guarding it. "I don't want to foolishly walk right into a deathtrap, but at the same time, there might be records pertaining to why I've been marked a criminal by the government..." Hesitant at first, this could potentially be a huge break toward revealing more about this suit, the previous battle-suit, and the anonymous controlling me. The evening radiance beckoned for the dark of the night, and effortlessly, the agility of the cybernetic armour granted me the invisibility I desired as I entered one of the base's tents. Whether it would've been beri, information, or simply materials that would prove advantageous, I would be damned if I didn't benefit from their ignorance. Inside, I came to find it empty of another life-form, which was profitable, but I was still aspiring to find a needle in a haystack. Promptly, I shuffled through the luggage and paperwork frantically, wary of the fact that I could be discovered at any moment. However, even if such an event were to occur, I was fully prepared to escape at all costs, with or without removing the obstacles in my path. This was quite the liability, would I be unearthed? ¤ credit for this sexy template belongs to renni of nrp ¤

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[Alexander Kreiss]

AAAAAH-CHOO!

The force of the sneeze caused Kreiss to stagger back a few steps. He sniffled and picked up the rake he'd dropped before getting back to the task at hand; raking fallen leaves away from the Marine camp. The reason that he'd sneezed was that it was freezing out...normally he rather liked the cold, but it's an entirely different story when the ranking officers take the last of the warm clothes for themselves, meaning that the Petty and Warrant Officers had to make do with the normal uniforms. He'd just started raking again when another Marine came up and grabbed him on the shoulder. Kreiss turned to see who it was...and came face to face with the Lieutenant in charge of the camp.

The Lieutenant was a tall, gruff man with a short temper and no patience to speak of...in a word, 'military'. Kreiss saluted and started to greet the Lieutenant before he was cut off, "You, kid, name and rank!". Kreiss hesitated for a moment, still kind of surprised by the Lieutenant's unexpected appearance, but he quickly collected himself and responded, "Petty Officer Kr-", the Lieutenant cut him off again with a loud grunt, "Petty Officer. Good. I have a job for you." He grabbed Kreiss by the shoulder and started to pull him away. Kreiss tried to explain that he wasn't finished with the leaves, but the Lieutenant just ignored him.

He'd been pulled back into the camp before the Lieutenant finally let go of his shoulder and addressed him, "Now listen here, we have a Commodore coming here for an inspection. I can't spare anyone important at the moment, so you're going to have to attend to him. Make sure that his needs are taken care of, or I will have your ass hand delivered to me on a plate. Is that clear?" Kreiss leaned back and swallowed nervously, "C-Crystal, sir..." The Lieutenant grunted again and pointed near the Command Tent. "He should be arriving any moment now. Go stand over there and wait for him." With that, the Lieutenant started to walk away...but Kreiss took a few steps toward him and called out, "Wait...how am I supposed to know that it's the Commodore?" The Lieutenant didn't even bother turning around when responding, "Real weirdo. You'll know him when you see him. Now get to work."

Kreiss did as commanded and stood beside the Command Tent without complaint. However, it wasn't long before he heard a loud rustling coming from inside of the tent. He tried to ignore it for as long as he could, but his curiosity eventually got the better of him and he poked his head inside...and saw the figure of a man going through luggage? He froze, wondering what he was supposed to do in the event that there was an intruder in the camp...but then realized that if this man was going through luggage; then it might be his. It might be the Commodore! Kreiss hestitated for a while, trying to figure out what the best course of action would be until he finally settled on a plan. He kept one hand behind his back, fingers wrapped around the grip of his weapon as he quietly called out, "Commodore?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] ¤ THE CYBERNETIC BLADE ENTERS THE DARKNESS ¤ CHAPTER 003: MARTIANS VS GOBLINS Clothes. Paperwork. Deodorant? This spacious search was becoming futile by the minute, and I questioned whether the consequences of being caught was worth the exposure. Without any guidance or even a finger to point in the right direction, I contemplated if capturing one of the lowly Marine soldiers and forcing the information from their brain would suffice. Several items disappeared into the pockets of my jacket, but as I scanned the articles I deemed unimportant, a certain stack finally held some significance. Labeled with prominent lettering, the folder known as "Bounties" brought an ethereal smile to my face. Could the details behind the incident that made me a world-wide threat be hidden within this flimsy package? Just as the digits reached to unravel the truth, a startling, unexpected voice approached from behind. "Commodore?" Damnit, had I been apprehended already? The next step in this expansive path that I journeyed blindly was merely seconds from being definitive, but it seemed fate had other plans. The earthly blade of heavenly origins, Kusanagi, remained strapped to my rear, and I was completely prepared to descend an onslaught upon these figures of authority if they dared to shelter the truth from me. No, it hadn't resorted to such actions, the uncertainty in the boy's voice and his referral of this title, "Commodore", meant that he hadn't a clue that an intruder was in the midst, and truly believed that I could be this mysterious person. Haughtily, I couldn't allow this opportunity to slip through my grasp like water, and with the folder still disguised from the Marine's view, I cunningly glided it into the leather jacket's pocket before turning to confront him. "Commodore...? Of course, I am the Commodore, Commodore Masamune. And...you are?"

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[Alexander Kreiss]

"Commodore...? Of course, I am the Commodore, Commodore Masamune. And...you are?"

Kreiss breathed a sigh of relief and let his hand slip away from behind his back. It was the Commodore after all..."I'm Pretty Officer Alexander Kreiss. I was assigned to be your assistant for the duration of your inspection." He muttered, "I think..." under his breath, a small addition but an important one nonetheless. What he said was technically true, but...he wasn't really sure what exactly that job entailed. Best not to concern himself with it then, "Basically, just say the word and I'll do whatever needs to be done." There; now the burden was on Masamune's shoulders. While waiting for Masamune's orders, he leaned to the side so that his body wasn't blocking all of the light; allowing him to get a slightly better look at the Commodore.

It was still too dark for him to make out much at this distance, but it looked like the Commodore had a shock of white hair...and that was pretty much it. So the Commodore was probably old. Made sense, considering that Commodore was a fairly high rank within the Navy and it would probably take a substantial amount of time to reach that rank. Kreiss stood there a bit longer before he finally noticed Masamune's gesture and moved forward as beckoned. As he came within a few feet of Masamune he realized that the reason that he couldn't make out any features was because there weren't really any features to make out. The Commodore was wearing a mask that covered his eyes and part of his face. Is this what the Lieutenant meant when he said the Commodore was a 'weirdo'? He shoved the thought of his mind; it wouldn't do for him to start thinking of his superior officer as strange.

"Did you need something, Sir?"