Re: World-Valencia

[Ulysses Septimus]

Ulysses picked one up and loaded it with five of the blue tipped rounds, "Such wonderful tools of pain and destruction, when are they not?" He too had a smile, but his was more of the blood thirsty maniac's before a slaughter.

Setting the weapon down, he attached a bayonet to the barrels of each gun, as well as a targeting scope, "Commander, my plan is this: cause a good distraction with those, and while they are occupied, go in and find that worm... But since neither of us are musketeers..."

[Sydney Underhill]

"That shouldn't be a problem...we have Quintus and Decimus, they are programmed to shoot." She looked back at the two clockworks before walking up to them.

"Are these..." She gestured to the table, "Much different then the guns you usually shoot, other than the improved calibration?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"I perceive a less than 0.1% difference on my part, Commander."Decimus replied, "it would not hinder my abilities."He glanced over at Quintus, waiting for his answer.

[Sydney Underhill]

"And I as well. Any differences are minute, Commander."

"Good." Sydney said, clapping her hands together and smiling. "Then they can provide a distraction while we pursue our target."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Excellent, then let us arm ourselves, we are leaving now: it would take us some time to get into Mooshu."Ulysses felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine: the mere thought of the blood he would be able to spill was maddening, intoxicating, drove him mad with lust for blood.

((would you like to move into the Mooshu thread? XD because I think it would make very little sense to continue in the Valencia thread something that would take place on Khotan.))

[Sydney Underhill]

"How long, exactly?" She asked, folding her hands behind her back so that the Admiral would not see her fingers twitching. She was growing anxious, and it was showing.

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Two weeks, counting the time needed to bypass the blockades."

[Sydney Underhill]

"I see. I suppose we will need to leave as soon as possible, then?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Yes, but we cannot be hasty as well, because I do have to mention: Mercilus is rather paranoid, and he is a fighter just as much as I am."

[Sydney Underhill]

"So I presume that he will have defenses?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Scorpion ballistas, 50 pounder cannons, you name it, he will have it."Ulysses replied, as the two musketeers equipped themselves with the sniper rifles. "fighting him directly would be almost suicide."

[Sydney Underhill]

"I see." She flexed her fingers behind her back, imagining the defensive army that their target would have in his possession. "Then this will probably be the smartest plan, especially given that we cannot take many ships."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Which is why I believe we should leave now."Ulysses nods as they walked through the winding halls toward the bay, where the two Armada ships the "Interceptor" and the "Destroyer" sat. "Shall we?"

[Sydney Underhill]

"Yes, that would be wise..." Sydney walked alongside Ulysses, the two clockwork musketeers trailing her. "Have preparations already been made, or will we need to load weapons and supplies now?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"My crew had already stocked my ship with the needed ammunition, but I do not know about yours."As if to make sure, his hand darted to his belt, patting the single sabre and triple hook weapon.

[Sydney Underhill]

"It has already been done, Commander." Decimus affirmed, and Sydney clapped her hands together once, pleased at this.

"Excellent. Efficiency is key, I suppose...especially when it comes to matters like this."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Good, then shall we leave now?"Ulysses, needless to say, was eager to, not only for the possible bloodshed, but also for the long sought revenge he would at last get upon his rival.

[Sydney Underhill]

"Indeed, we shall." Sydney motioned for Decimus and Quintus to follow her as she boarded the Destroyer.

[Ulysses Septimus]

Ulysses stepped onto the deck of the Interceptor, "Prepare the sails, raise anchor and ready the guns. Lieutenant Optimus, set coordinates for Khotan Isle in Mooshu."

The human Armada Marine saluted his leader and marched mechanically over to the wheel, as the Dragoons and other Marines rushed off to their assigned tasks.


The black sailed Armada frigate sailed smoothly out of Cadiz's docks, closely followed by the red sails of Sydney's ship, as it headed toward the stormgate leading to Avernus Skyway: normally, if one wants to get into Mooshu, they would have to pass through Skull Island, but not this time, since Ulysses actually had in possession a windstone that would open a way in Avernus that leads right into Khotan skyway.

Wind howled for a moment as the two ships sailed through the stormgate.

"My lord, there's our destination."Ulysses lowered his golden spyglass, his eyes focusing on Sentus Optimus, "your orders, sir?"

"Approach as close as we can without alerting them, then tell Commander to begun our plan."He hummed.

There it was, in the distance, Khotan Isle: Mercilus' fortress looked no more different than those of General Tso's, except for the fact it was built of stone and had more antiseige equipment than one could count.

Guards patrolled its boarders, all of them human and armed to the teeth.

Perfect.

[Sydney Underhill]

"Tell the crew to prepare themselves," Sydney said, looking over her shoulder to Decimus, "and wait for my signal."

Quintus remained by her side, his new black gun, sleek and deadly, raised halfway up to shooting position.

[Ulysses Septimus]

"As how you command,"the sniper nodded obediently, turned to the crew and snapped off a command in Latin.

The Marines and Musketeers needed not another command; they quickly went off to perform their order.

Decimus turned to his Commander again, waiting for another command.

[Sydney Underhill]

Sydney raised her eyebrows, impressed at how quickly the crew acted. Having always worked with a crew of human pirates until very recently, she found that the lack of the human element in the clockworks made them a thousand times more efficient.

"Excellent. And now...we wait."

[Ulysses Septimus]

The "Interceptor" approached slowly, quietly as to not alert any of the guards to their presence.

Ulysses held up one hand, "Stop."He had lowered his voice to a little above a whisper. Beckoning his lieutenant Sentus to come closer, he gave the Marine captain a black flag and a nod, pointing toward the "Destroyer".

Sentus understood without the Admiral uttering another word: climbing the steps leading up to the wheel, he gave three waves in the other ship's direction, marking the beginning of their plan...

[Sydney Underhill]

Sydney nodded, turning around before raising her hand in the air, making a large sweeping motion towards the guards. Almost immediately, every clockwork musketeer on deck, each armed with the same toxic weapons as Quintus and Decimus, moved quickly to the railings, guns locked and loaded.

[Ulysses Septimus]

Ulysses once again peered through his golden spyglass, waiting quietly for a gap he had found: he had noticed that at certain intervals the guards would be tightly clustered, marking a near perfect time.

Five, four, three, two, ONE! The Armada admiral counted in his mind, his spyglass lowering and his arm chopping down at the moment his mind uttered "One."

Behind him, Sentus Optimus perfectly mirrored his leader's movement, the black flag's fabric snapping slightly when he did.

Fire.

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