Topic: Naval Guard - Part II

Silver Starblade

Date: 2012-03-03 12:55 EST
This SL is OPEN! "Go away, Faustus."

The man snorted. "This is rather hilarious."

"Either help me or go away."

"You spent half your life running away from these types and now someone decided to put you in charge?" He snorted again, his arms crossing. "That's hilarious. Or ironic. Or ironicially hilarious."

"OH MY GOD FAUSTUS!" She yelled, slamming her hands down on the wooden table that she was dragging out of a tavern. Her eyes were narrowed and focused on the man who stood by, just watching her (and some skinny lad that must've been the innkeeper's son) drag a heavy wooden table out of the tavern and into the street.

"Okay. Okay." He held up his hands, palms out in surrender. "But you have to admit.." Faustus caught the look she gave him as she once more hefted the table up and began the slow backwards walk. Tired of watching her do 90% of the lifting, Faustus walked over and took the other end, shooing the young boy away. Together, they placed the table on the dirt path just behind the wooden docks.

"Anything else?" She asked him before ducking back inside the Inn. Moments later she returned with an armfull of folders, papers, inkwells, and all the necessary materials. She had release forms, contracts, and health documents, which she laid out neatly on the table before placing the inkwells and quills in one corner. Faustus had to give it to her, she had everything neatly arranged; He figured she was hoping to move people along rather quickly. This, to him, was dreadfully boring, and he knew that she was going to be going out of her mind sitting here all day.

That was, until the boy from the Inn scampered out, placing a fresh mug of cool ale on the table next to her. He quickly ran back in.

"Wow. Nice service."

"What do you want?"

"I'd sign up but I don't think I'm exactly navy material. Want some company?"

"You're wanted on way too many accounts of ...well everything..to even pass the first stage, Faustus." Silver cracked a grin before settling in, her hand reaching for the ale. "No. I sent word to the others helping me that they could stop in to help recruit. Maybe someone will."

"Good luck, Cap'ain." He chuckled, winking at the woman and turning to head back to the ports.

Silver, on the other hand, stayed where she was, underneath a banner hung from the Inn's front, that read "Naval Guard - Sign Ups". This was going to be a long day.


Hunter Erland

Date: 2012-03-09 12:27 EST
It might be a long day, but it wouldn't go without bearing some fruit.

He'd heard rumors, of course, since coming to this place, of the formation of a coastal patrol unit, some kind of naval detachment to keep piracy down on the seas surrounding the town.

He hadn't been here long, nor had he seen a lot of the place or the waters surrounding it. But in a backwater, seaside ramshackle town like this one, he thought the only reason they must not be the target of constant pirate raids is that there wasn't any real force out there for them to contend with, just the occasional pirate raider making a nuisance of themselves.

Still, even a little pissant patrol unit like what they'll probably get put out there would be better than doing what he had been - namely, nothing. The team had been doing mostly longshoreman and other menial duties since they got here, just to keep busy and get a little cash flow.

A naval guard unit might not have a whole lot to do, but it would be a better use of their skills than lifting boxes and tying down fishing boats.

So he'd been watching the blonde, the skinny kid, and her friend as they set up shop in front of the hole-in-the-wall they'd gotten everything out of. As her final companion left, he watched for a moment more, pulling a Cuban cigar out of the pocket of his long, tan trenchcoat. The other hand came out of the opposite pocket with a gold Zippo lighter with the Navy's SOCOM insignia engraved on it, which he flicked open to light the cigar. A push gets him away from the lean he'd been taking against a wall across the street as he closes the lighter and tucks it back into his pocket.

He kept his steps purposefully slow and ambling as he came to a stop in front of the table, taking a drag from the stogie and looking over the length of the table, before his hazel eyes finally settled on the woman behind it. The hand with the Cuban in it gestures over the length of the table as he spoke to her.

"So. What's the scuttlebutt here" Looking for a few good men?"

Silver Starblade

Date: 2012-03-19 12:35 EST
Silver tapped her fingers against the cool glass, droplets of water starting to condense on the outside. It was getting hot in the sun, not that she wasn't used to it. It would take a while for her to sweat like the mug of ale in front of her, but it was still hot.

She eyed the docks, watching the familiar hustle and bustle of the ports. Men and women were descending into the town, while others were hauling crates, a few the size of small homes. Two ships were meandering their way toward the sea as others waited in line to enter the port. With the coming of spring came the rush of ships and businesses wanting to make money in the short shipping season they had.

Her eyes slid to the man ambling his way toward her table, a thick cigar dangling from his mouth before he stopped at her table.

"So. What's the scuttlebutt here" Looking for a few good men?"

Silver's eyes rose as he cast a shadow across her and the table, blocking out the glare of the sun. She dropped her hands to the table. "Yes. Rhy'din is starting a small Naval Guard contingent. The main goal is to protect the ports, both from inside and out. " She watched him in silence for a moment before continuing. "It is not a navy, so don't expect a lot of action. We have had a few...attacks..in the past few months, but otherwise it's relatively quiet. However, like you said, we are looking for a few good people."

She made sure to emphasize the last word before tapping a single finger on a small stack of papers. "If you're interested there's a form to fill out, so we know who you are and where to contact you."