The footsteps grew increasingly loud, 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 outsider's arrival." The crew had to hold themselves in composure, it's 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 were 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 to how unexpected it was for an attack to occur.ย
The first made contact with the crew, they brandished a yellow, & red uniform & an insignia; the 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 unique division, with their fighting style. The crew had a height advantage, as the phalanx was extremely effective when aiming downward, at the staircase of the lower deck. All of Alurki's worries vanished as quickly as they had 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 task force of the division. There might have been hope if it were subdivision, although fighting the main division was simply a death wish. There was only one course of action. "We surrender." Polaris 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 for 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 in 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 breaking into a burst of maniacal laughter. "Of course you don't, 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 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 bed of the ocean in 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's wrapped up. "Toodles rodents."
*Fwoosh* The entirety of the crew was sent into 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 barely 30 feet off the ground, which is no easy feat for that behemoth. The several seconds of freefall had concluded, and Alurki had already seen his fellow crew fall 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 to follow were just as poor. After being given mountains worth of debt by his late parents. He had to govern himself by 9. he joined the military, working in the Ministry of New Gereoa. Sent to collect scrap, where his fateful journey started. Met Polaris, that was the only member he truly got to know. He was even seen as a poor outcast by fellow scrap collectors. It only came to show the severity in their lives.ย
[1] Italics are used to show internal dialogue I think?
Not 100% sure but will be used to show such from now on.