Adventures of Clay-Jay! [Mission]

[Clay-Jay]

Ever vigilant, standing on the docks of the bay, scanning the horizon for danger, Clay-Jay Ray, Fleetless Petty Officer of the marines took in a deep breath of boredom before rolling onto his back. "Lame. So incredibly lame." He had been stranded here when the fleet he was supposed to join fell apart, and as far as he knew, there were still some pirates wandering around Commi. Blending in like normal citizens until they got the chance to escape. Clay wouldn't let them. He was much too awesome to let a couple nobody pirates get by him. As he rolled around in the grass, his sword laid carefully aside so that it didn't get in his way, Clay's mind wandered to the old days of Raccoon shenanigans.

His old rag tag gang of critters had all kinds of good times rummaging through the houses of citizens, ripping things up and making a mess of the place. They didn't think anything of it really, after all it was just some stupid humans. They did much worse to the animals habitat. He had always been interested in them though, that's why he had taken to studying their way of life. He smiled a bit as he thought back to the wild party he and his gang threw before he had left to join the marines. Everyone had shown up. The weasels, rabbits, and even the bears. He didn't like the bears much, they were just a bit too wild, but that's beside the point. The fact that so many people had shown up to see him off made it one kicking party for sure.

A sudden noise out at the docks woke him up from his daydreaming as a group of rowdy sailors had pulled up and begun harassing the men on the dock. Yep, that one just got stabbed. These aren't just any rowdy sailors, these are pirates, and at least 5 of them were here right now, who knows if there are any left on the ship. Pulling his sword out of the ground, Clay pulled his scarf up from his neck to wrap around his mouth, in a ninja raccoon like fashion. "Let's. Get. Dangerous." Things just got serious for the lone defender of Commi Island, and he was going to prove his worth right the hell now.

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Obviously one raccoon with a sword wasn't going to be able to take down the entire crew of 5 pirates. Scratch that, 6 pirates. The captain made his appearance emerging from the ship. He was a fearsome creature, he wasn't just an average pirate, he was an actual bear. As Clay had stated before, he didn't really like bears. Beside the obvious reason of them being giant compared to him and their immense strength, he thought they were possibly the worst kind of living being alive. As he grunted orders, a large steel hammer strapped to his back, Clay took note of the rest of the crew. There weren't a lot of variety, they looked like average swordsmen pirates except for the captain and one man in the back, bow clutched tightly in his fist. The small archer man was perched on his captain's back, scanning the area almost as vigilant as Clay himself.

The other 4 pirates were average, nothing special about them or their cutlasses. Taking out his sword, Clay retreated into the woods, clambering up a tree to start making his plans on how to overcome this numbers game. First, he had to lure them away from the ship somehow, if they made straight for the town, he wouldn't be able to apply his special tactic of separation. Pulling down his scarf a bit, Claw slipped two fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly, drawing the pirates attention. They looked up to see what from their distance was a midget marine with a scarf around his neck, brandishing a small sword at them. The captain snapped his fingers and an arrow was quickly launched toward Clay, taking his Marine cap right off of his head.

Quickly retreating into the thickness of the forest, Clay peeked out to see three of the swordsmen begin their charge into the forest. Well here goes nothing, Clay thought as he scampered up a tree and jumped from branch to branch. His sword chopping down small branches as he went. "Follow the leader."

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Running along branches was tough work for most humans, but as an animal it came naturally for Clay. If the branches had been farther apart, it might have been a strain, but as it was, the natural movement was like walking. The four men had kept following the trail of cut down branches until it stopped, Clay waiting right above them. He had led them to this point, far away from their captain, who was usually the brains of these foolish brigands. Luckily, they were just as stupid as Clay thought, two of the men fanning out to look for more signs of his trail while the last stood watch. One pirate thinking he could handle Clay-Jay the Soon to be Wandering Petty Officer was just stupid. Dropping out of the top of the tree after the other two men were off wandering around, Clay brought the edgeless backside of his sword down on the mans head with all his might, knocking him out before he could even tell what happened.

Score? Clay one Pirates zero. With that Clay began a stealthy pursuit of one of the other swordsmen, readying his sword for a serious fight. Just in case. He wasn't really expecting much from the pirates, but he tried to be as generous as possible when it came to measuring their abilities. This was where the first hitch in Clay's plan came up. The two that broke off had met up and were on their way back to the other. Clay had left him back there knocked out, and if they saw him and ran back sounding the alarm, the other three would come running in too soon. Scurrying back as quickly as he could, Clay dragged the unconscious man off and covered his body with all the cut down branches, after giving him another powerful whack to the head. Now to get rid of the other two before they alerted the boss.

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Two men, one raccoon with a sword, and no way for everyone to get out alive. Or unharmed, killing them wouldn't be necessary right now. Taking his sword horizontally against his body, Clay crouched down behind a tree and watched for his two new opponents. Maybe he was getting a bit over ambitious here, trying to take on the defense of a whole island by himself, but there wasn't any other choice. Unless a group of marines randomly showed up to take care of the captain and his archer monkey It was all Clay's job. It was his duty to defend them even if he was just a simple Petty Officer. Swell with pride Marines, today you get to do your duty. Today you prove that the law can and will be upheld by even the smallest man. Today the Pirates learn to fear the Marines and respect the law. "Damn straight Boss." Charging forward at the first sight of a human leg, Clay drove his sword hard into the man's knee, crippling him for the fight.

The other man spun around quickly, in time to see the raccoon marine charge up his kneeling crippled friend, sword held in reverse. He opened his mouth to cry out only to be struck in the head by the hammer like blow to his skull, falling to the ground. The other man was too in shock to make a noise, leaving Clay time to deliver a powerful headbutt as he hopped off the man's shoulders, heads colliding as Clay made his way down. Neither man was taken out yet, and Clay was starting to get out of breath. After he took out these two pirates, he could take a small break until the Captain and the last 2 pirates made their way up here. Keeping the assault up, Clay charged the uncrippled man. "Respect the Marines." Clay spat, his battle cry bringing a confused look to the man's face. Mostly out of the fact he was dazed by the sword strike. "Pirate scum."

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Turning the bladed edge of his sword upwards as he charged, Clay-jay drove the tip into the ground, flipping him up to the man's head level. As he reached the peak of his height, Clay switched his grip on the sword, driving the flat backside of his sword into the top of the man's head with all his force. A loud thunk ringing out as Clay landed next to the man's unconscious body. He turned quickly and brought the sword around to strike the head of the injured pirate, crashing into his temple. Collapsing to the side, the pirate groaned before fading out. Dusting off his hands Clay sighed and started to relax for a job well done. Taking out 3 pirates all by himself filled Clay with a sense of pride that he never felt before. He felt like he could take on the entire world right now... After a bit of rest anyways. Leaning against a tree, Clay looked at the two unconscious pirates on the ground.

Then after a quick recount, Clay wondered where the first had gone off to. The pile of branches were all scattered, and there was a trail of foot prints heading back to the docks. Clay had messed up again, and now he had to come up with a way to stop the rest in his tired state. Putting his sword back on his hip, Clay scampered off to the docks to see just what was happening down there. Maybe the pirates were running away out of fear of the mighty Admiral that stood defense of this island. Of course Clay wouldn't have such luck. "Oh damn."

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Alright, time to re-asses the situation. The Talking Bear captain, his first mate marksman that rides on his back, and 2 swordsmen, one of them heavily injured, are coming this way. Not favorable odds for the poor Raccoon Petty Officer Clay-jay. After even further thought on the situation, his fight or flight responses kicked in. Flight was the obvious answer, and his pride hated him for it, but when faced with such a daunting situation, even a cool guy like Clay had to face facts and bail. He couldn't leave the civilians un-defended though, so he needed to run back to town and get a warning call out. It wasn't something that they'd sent a fleet out for but some marines in the area had to take notice and come to their aid. He had to take the chance, and the pirates weren't heading in his direction at all, but to the town. Making the situation all the more dire, they seemed to have changed focus onto making some hostages.

Clay made as fast as he could out of the forest and off to town, managing to make it before the pirates thanks to his quick and nimble Raccoon instincts. There's nothing like a race against time to get your heart pumping. The town was quite busy, but to see a Raccoon run up so frantically they were ready for anything he had to say. He just hoped that they would believe him and get to safety before it was too late. "Everyone! You need to get into hiding, there's pirates on the way." An arrow flew by and sliced by Clay's shoulder, leaving a long gash before nailing itself into a barrel of pickles. Clasping his hand to the gash, Clay glared at the people, who were standing in confusion as the Bear captain and his goons showed up. "Run." Clay spoke. and run the people did.

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Escape was the first thing on Clay's mind, as the Bear captains hammer smashed down next to the raccoon in anger. Giving a small salute, Clay bolted down the street, attempting to lead the pirates away from all the villagers and their safety spots. It worked on the two swordsmen, but the Captain followed after the civilians, presumably to rob them and let the grunts handle their meager resistance. This was good, it gave Clay time to trap the swordsmen before they could run to the aid of their captain. With all this comotion there were sure to be Marines incoming. Clay just had to hold out until then. Knocking over barrels and crates as he ran, Clay tried to slow the men down. His most important find while running however was a strong lengthy piece of rope. Finally he could incapacitate these guys permanently instead of knocking them out for a bit. He still had to trip them up though so he could find the time to stop them from getting away.

Taking his sword up, Clay turned and jumped ferociously at the two pirates, swinging his sword in a vicious arc. In their surprise, they dropped their guard, pulling up their swords just a bit too late to defend efficently. Their cutlasses clattered to the ground and Clay brought his sword around again, smashing one of their knees with the flat edge. The man went down fast and was met with the end of Clay's sword handle, a large circular bruise left on his forhead as he lay on the ground with a blank look in his eyes. That must of been the previously injured one. The other however was right behind Clay, a fist flying to the back of his head as he started to recover from attacking the first pirate.

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The fist struck Clay in the back as he jumped to try and avoid it, choosing the wrong way to do the right thing, like it seemed he did in this situation in the first place. Tumbling into a box from the force of the punch, the little raccoon man laid there in a daze at first before stumbling to his feet in confusion, the pirate charging him with cutlass raised once again. His sword was lost in the tumble, so he reached for whatever was around him for defense. The iron pot that had been left on the street in panic quickly parried the slash, but it left little room for a counter attack besides the obvious. Bringing the pot up quickly, it clanged against the man's jaw, before circling around to his knee, bringing him down to eye level with Clay. The man showed fear in his eyes as he stared into the black shades that covered his conquerer's eyes. The pot was the next thing he saw before getting tied up with his buddy, kept in place by one of the many market carts. Now where did that captain get off to?

Picking up his sword from among the wooden debris, Clay stuck it back on his hip and stumbled into the town square, people were running all over the place frantic to find an escape from the rampaging bear and his arrow slinging partner. Taking his scarf from around his neck and tying it tightly to his cut shoulder, Clay snuck forward, watching the bear as he tried to come up with some way that he could possibly last more than a couple seconds against the beast in this state. That was when he heard noises coming from the dock. Surely it was the marines coming to save the people finally, and aprehend this freaking bear. Clay figured there was just a few minutes until the group get here, he needed to keep the captain here until they did. "Man up Clay." Marching out into the town square like a boss, Clay picked up a decent sized rock and chucked it at the back of the First Mate's head. Written off as an annoyance, the pair turned their eyes on new prey. Raccoon prey.

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Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Was the next thought through Clay's head as an arrow narrowly missed his face, only leaving a gash on his cheek. The archer didn't seem like he had the best aim, but he was getting close enough to worry about. Hide, that's what he should do until the marine's get here. Quickly avoiding another arrow, Clay hid behind a stack of crates and felt his small raccoon heart beating quickly as the boxes were quickly smashed apart by the giant hammer that the bear managed to wield. "Oh shi-" Not able to finish before a hammer blow came down nearly on top of him, Clay rolled off to the side before turning to face them again, just in time to take an arrow directly into his shoulder. Pride of the marine, pride of the marine, pride of the marine. Clay kept thinking his mantra as the pain coursed through him, running was getting a lot more difficult as he tired out from all the action before, but with each twang of the first mate's bow, he managed to pick up the pace again, driven by his fear of taking another arrow into his soft rodent body.

Those Marine's could be heard in the distance, so either the bear was going to have to run, or try to take them all on. If the path to meet up with them wasn't so open, Clay would of led the straight into the crowd, but the archer first mate would easily be able to pick him off over there. Still he had to get them closer to the marines or they would never stop chasing him. The only things to help however were barrels and boxes. There was no way he could use those to get out of this situation. Or was there. Another hammer blow quickly answered his question as the barrel he was looking at lay in splinters on the ground. To hell with it. Risks are there to be taken.

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Impulsive? Maybe, but Clay needed to end this fast, and the only proper way to do that was to lead the bear straight to the marines before he was out of time, and out of energy completely. Turning on the bear, Clay rushed past him, sacrificing a barrel to the cause as he ducked under the hammer's powerful swing, running right down the road to try and get a glimpse of how close the group was. Arrow's shot past him, dangerously close to his vital spots as Clay began to sweat. He didn't even know that raccoons could sweat this much, but he did know that Clays could. Getting ever closer to his goal, Clay felt the rush of more pain as an arrow slashed past his arm, sword dropping to the ground with a clatter as the marine's came into view. Clay wasn't able to tell whether the bear turned and ran, or whether he tried to fight on past the marines, he was much too passed out for that kind of thing. All he could really tell was that the island was safe from the rag tag group of pirates all thanks to him.

Cay awoke later in a Marine hospital bed, his wounds bandaged and the blood stained scarf washed and folded neatly at the foot of said bed. His sword was leaned up against the wall as if it was waiting for him to awaken so that he could take it up again. Whoever it was that took care of him was even nice enough to leave his shades on, making his trip into the hospital all the more badass appearance wise. At least he hoped that's what they thought. He didn't have time to stay here forever though, it was time for Clay to get out of this Blue. There was sure to be somewhere around the world that would need marine help, and as a lone fleetless Petty Officer without a real purpose in life, it was his duty to uphold the law wherever he could. "Marine Pride, Marine Pride, Marine Pride."
[Exit]