The footsteps grew increasingly loud,ย the origin being the cargo hold. I'm sure even the pirates were astonished at how little scrap we had collected. Polaris shouted. "Top deck everyone, prepare for the outsiders arrival." The crew had to hold themselves in composure, its not that pirates were uncommon. ๐๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐บ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง-[1] *๐๐จ๐จ๐ฆ*. The hull shook frivolously, as if it merely silly scrap metal instead. Alurki's train of thought continued. No one would attack a government vessel, unless they are insane, or insanely powerful; most likely both. The crew had arranged themselves in phalanx position, at least the ones with weapons did most of the crew was unarmed due how unexpected it was for an attack to occur. All Alurki could do is pray for the safety of not only himself but his crew. Although his prayers would go unanswered.ย
The first made contact with the crew, they brandished a yellow, & red uniform & an insignia; the outfit of an enemy faction, Dralie's arms. It's said that Dralie himself has six arms, he keeps 6 high commanders, each one symbolizing one of his arms, commanding their own unique division, with their own fighting style. The crew had a height advantage, as phalanx was extremely effective when aiming downward, at the staircase of the lower deck. All of Alurki's worries vanished, as quickly as they vanished. They had returned; *Floosh* The Frontline was sent back, all on their backs; although without a wound. Once more Polaris shouted, a very common event throughout the current day. "It's their pure magic division." Although ranked 3rd out of the 6 divisions. Hope was lost, it was the main taskforce of the division. There might have been hope if it was a sub division, although fighting the main division was simply a death wish. There was only one course of action.ย "We surrender." Polaris, with a heavy heart; believed his actions were the best. For the longevity of his crew.
The crew was put standing side by side, akin to when they would depart onto islands. Outward steps a tall man. Even surpassing Polaris, a small monocle, silver slicked back hair. "What do we have here." Bellowed the tall man. "My name is beyond what you filthy rodents deserve, filthy lapdogs of the ministry." After a short pause he continued, before glancing at the direction of Alurki . "Say vermin, do you know what today is." I don't have a damn idea. Alurki responded nervously. "Uh, no sir I don't." The tall man chuckled, before leading into a maniacal laughter. "Of course you dont, you people never know what you have done, 35 years ago. Is when Dralie escaped the imprisonment the filthy hounds of the ministry put him in." Say mutt, do you know what happened to him in his imprisonment? "No sir." Alurki replied hastily. "Well boy, for the last 4 years he was being experimented on, he formed 4 pairs of arms out of his back; what was once then the reason he wished to stop living. Now serves as his burning desire of revenge against you hounds, as well as his power."ย
"Well that's enough story time for people who will reach the oceans bed 3 minutes from now." The man conjured a glyph with a green hue, & started chanting. "Oh by the name of Dralie our savior, our brother, our life's purpose". The chants continued for several minutes. Some crew members tried to run, although it was futile as they were just forced back into formation. After 2 minutes it wrapped up. "With the power of my will, may my enemies begone."
*Fwoosh* The entirety of the crew was send in the air by a wind spell. Alurki was launched 80 feet in the air, he was sent higher compared to his entire crew due to his small stature, while Polaris was barley 30 feet off the ground; which is no easy feat for the that behemoth. The several seconds of freefall had concluded, Alurki has already seen his fellow crew fall down into the water, some without resurfacing. Which would be his fate as well. The ocean was several hundred miles deep. Survival seemed hopeless, for a boy who had never really lived in his life.
Dealt a poor hand at birth, the cards of his story were just as poor. After being given mountains worth of debt by his late parents. He had to govern himself at the age of 9.ย He believed he finally found greener pastures after meeting a girl. That girl ended up stealing the majority of his belongings. With no other choice, he joined the military, working in the ministry of New Gereoa. Sent to collect scrap, where his fateful journey started. Met Polaris, that was really the only member he truly got to know. He was even seen as an outcast by fellow scrap collectors. Moments before Alurki hit the water he thought. "Should I have gotten to know the crew better, should I have even joined. What could I have done with my life." Silence. . . "I wish in someway, I could have left this world better than it was before me." Alurki's body, hits the water. Sealing his doom, of the cruel world he got to know.
[1] Italics are used to show internal dialogue I think?
Not 100% sure but will be used to show such from now on.