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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1306524" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI</p><p>SEGMENT 025 </p><p>“Marooned”</p><p></p><p>“Any idea where we are?” asked Megamania. The rogue was picking up his clothes from the branches. He set them out to dry after his forced swim from the shipwreck to the shore of this large but simple island. They washed up on a shore of fine white grained sand. The sun sparkled on the blue water. He couldn’t help but to compare it to a Caribbean paradise. Without the rum that is.</p><p></p><p>“There are many islands located here in the Sea of Sorrows. Many don’t even have a name. I suspect we are close to Markovia. The mists are not as full as legend would have it if this is where we are.” Answers Captain Bennaton. The captain looked haunted. He loved his ship and when the monstrous Jaws of Sorrow destoried it, a part of him was destoried also. </p><p></p><p>The Captain, a near superheroic figure, listens to Bennaton carefully. He has learned to believe in and even rely on magic and pure faith in the past few months. It is a new way for him. He is used to the technology of radio tubes and the weapons and means of World War Two. Sometimes, he thinks he is the primitive compared to the incredible feats Jean and Christina have done. Even Vander’s power of the mind is amazing to him. He weighs everything carefully now. Nothing is to be taken for granted anymore. Normally, he would figure the three women sent to the island first to be dead. However, one of the sailors that went on their craft washed up on their shore. Before dying of his ravaged wounded he stuttered her name several times with wide unseeing eyes. Perhaps they yet live but are either on a different island or at least a different shore. He wanted to search for them quickly but knew he needed to establish a base of operations and do a headcount of survivors. It was small number.</p><p></p><p>Survivors at this point included; Captain Bennaton, his first mate, two sailors and The Captain’s team, his Strikeforce to borrow a term. Megamania, a rogue from the future. Vander Stormbringer, a heavily armored warrior of mind and body. Jean the Stormwielder, a sorcerer that controls weather. And Christina of the Mace whom is a traveler and priest of the very goddess that sent them here. They are here to gather lost artifacts of power that would be required to empower a mad god looking to undo the fabric of reality.</p><p></p><p>Bored and in need of doing something, Jim (a.k.a. Megamania) moves away from the men solemnly discussing their situation. It seemed like such a cliché to him. He was shipwrecked on a tropical island. He wondered where Gilligan was. While walking and thinking about “what kind of name is Gilligan” he fails to notice that he is being watched from the brush. Its long blue fingers seem to blend and morph with the terrain making it nearly invisible.</p><p></p><p>“Jean!” He calls out. Then “Christina!” </p><p></p><p>He slows down to listen for a moment. Nothing. “Where are my girls at” he says aloud.</p><p></p><p>“WE are here Jim. YOUR girls I know nothing of” answers back Jean from a quickly made shelter of driftwood and pieces of the ship. “No closer either- Christina is praying.”</p><p></p><p>“Praying? Its kinda too late for that isn’t it?”</p><p></p><p>“She used many divine spells last night and this morning trying to defeat and survive the monstrous shark. It would be best to leave her be and let her finish.” Jean was a tall slender redhead with a deeply tanned skin tone. She grew up on the seas then later within a city port. She was a unique in outlook as in appearance. She allows tried to avoid fatal attacks unless directly threatened in like fashion. However, with her incredibly deadly use of lightning, she could strike down most any opponent within a few minutes. It both scared and humbled him while he found her exciting.</p><p></p><p>This is when he noticed Christina’s armor, clothes AND undergarments neatly stacked to dry near the shelter. He couldn’t help himself. She was naked and he needed to see her. Christina was shorted and a bit more solid in figure than Jean. She was something of a tomboy. He continued to walk by hoping to catch a glimpse. Then he nearly jumped out of his bodysuit. Momma, Christina’s black cat, hissed at him. It was as if she knew he was up to no good. God- how he hated that cat sometimes. Bending down to pretend to pat the cat he looked to see if he could catch a quick look. Instead he felt cold. VERY cold. “Move along Jim.” Jean says as she makes it snow on him. Like a bad cartoon, the dark snowy cloud follows him as he turns back to the others.</p><p></p><p>During this time, Vander has finally accepted the deep scratches on his armor will not go away by wiping them with a rag lovingly. The scaly hide of the beast had actually caused some damage to his psionic-enhanced armor. This was twice now his armor was damaged in combat. It took hours of work both physically and mentally to work out the deep dents caused by the Brute Master. This Ogre of incredible strength and hulking mass nearly crushed him within his armor. He will never forget the raw strength of the creature.</p><p></p><p>“Jean and Christina are praying further down the beach. I suspect it would be better to wait for them here. I don’t think they want to be disturbed.” Comments Jim to the two Captains. “Do we have a plan of action?”</p><p></p><p>“ We will follow the shoreline first. We may find a village or landmark. We can learn which island we are on and maybe how to get off and reach our final destination in the Sea of Sorrows.”</p><p></p><p>The two sailors are smirking and having a good joke among themselves. Jim asks and The Captain tells him to drop it. He won’t. “What are you laughing at?” Megamania demands.</p><p></p><p>The men quiet down and scowl at him. “What???”</p><p></p><p>The Captain speaks up first. “It is your…manner of clothing. It is…unique. Even for us.”</p><p></p><p>Jim looks down and at his body. He is wearing his body suit. A skintight body suit. He gets it and grumbles and gathers his blue jeans and pulls them on. “Happy?”</p><p></p><p>The two men laugh together and The Captain tells him to get his stuff. They are leaving soon.</p><p></p><p>The six men and two women begin a long walk along the shore. They stop occasionally to bury remains of crewmembers and inspect cargo for use. All along, they are watched and studied from the jungle.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1306524, member: 9255"] STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI SEGMENT 025 “Marooned” “Any idea where we are?” asked Megamania. The rogue was picking up his clothes from the branches. He set them out to dry after his forced swim from the shipwreck to the shore of this large but simple island. They washed up on a shore of fine white grained sand. The sun sparkled on the blue water. He couldn’t help but to compare it to a Caribbean paradise. Without the rum that is. “There are many islands located here in the Sea of Sorrows. Many don’t even have a name. I suspect we are close to Markovia. The mists are not as full as legend would have it if this is where we are.” Answers Captain Bennaton. The captain looked haunted. He loved his ship and when the monstrous Jaws of Sorrow destoried it, a part of him was destoried also. The Captain, a near superheroic figure, listens to Bennaton carefully. He has learned to believe in and even rely on magic and pure faith in the past few months. It is a new way for him. He is used to the technology of radio tubes and the weapons and means of World War Two. Sometimes, he thinks he is the primitive compared to the incredible feats Jean and Christina have done. Even Vander’s power of the mind is amazing to him. He weighs everything carefully now. Nothing is to be taken for granted anymore. Normally, he would figure the three women sent to the island first to be dead. However, one of the sailors that went on their craft washed up on their shore. Before dying of his ravaged wounded he stuttered her name several times with wide unseeing eyes. Perhaps they yet live but are either on a different island or at least a different shore. He wanted to search for them quickly but knew he needed to establish a base of operations and do a headcount of survivors. It was small number. Survivors at this point included; Captain Bennaton, his first mate, two sailors and The Captain’s team, his Strikeforce to borrow a term. Megamania, a rogue from the future. Vander Stormbringer, a heavily armored warrior of mind and body. Jean the Stormwielder, a sorcerer that controls weather. And Christina of the Mace whom is a traveler and priest of the very goddess that sent them here. They are here to gather lost artifacts of power that would be required to empower a mad god looking to undo the fabric of reality. Bored and in need of doing something, Jim (a.k.a. Megamania) moves away from the men solemnly discussing their situation. It seemed like such a cliché to him. He was shipwrecked on a tropical island. He wondered where Gilligan was. While walking and thinking about “what kind of name is Gilligan” he fails to notice that he is being watched from the brush. Its long blue fingers seem to blend and morph with the terrain making it nearly invisible. “Jean!” He calls out. Then “Christina!” He slows down to listen for a moment. Nothing. “Where are my girls at” he says aloud. “WE are here Jim. YOUR girls I know nothing of” answers back Jean from a quickly made shelter of driftwood and pieces of the ship. “No closer either- Christina is praying.” “Praying? Its kinda too late for that isn’t it?” “She used many divine spells last night and this morning trying to defeat and survive the monstrous shark. It would be best to leave her be and let her finish.” Jean was a tall slender redhead with a deeply tanned skin tone. She grew up on the seas then later within a city port. She was a unique in outlook as in appearance. She allows tried to avoid fatal attacks unless directly threatened in like fashion. However, with her incredibly deadly use of lightning, she could strike down most any opponent within a few minutes. It both scared and humbled him while he found her exciting. This is when he noticed Christina’s armor, clothes AND undergarments neatly stacked to dry near the shelter. He couldn’t help himself. She was naked and he needed to see her. Christina was shorted and a bit more solid in figure than Jean. She was something of a tomboy. He continued to walk by hoping to catch a glimpse. Then he nearly jumped out of his bodysuit. Momma, Christina’s black cat, hissed at him. It was as if she knew he was up to no good. God- how he hated that cat sometimes. Bending down to pretend to pat the cat he looked to see if he could catch a quick look. Instead he felt cold. VERY cold. “Move along Jim.” Jean says as she makes it snow on him. Like a bad cartoon, the dark snowy cloud follows him as he turns back to the others. During this time, Vander has finally accepted the deep scratches on his armor will not go away by wiping them with a rag lovingly. The scaly hide of the beast had actually caused some damage to his psionic-enhanced armor. This was twice now his armor was damaged in combat. It took hours of work both physically and mentally to work out the deep dents caused by the Brute Master. This Ogre of incredible strength and hulking mass nearly crushed him within his armor. He will never forget the raw strength of the creature. “Jean and Christina are praying further down the beach. I suspect it would be better to wait for them here. I don’t think they want to be disturbed.” Comments Jim to the two Captains. “Do we have a plan of action?” “ We will follow the shoreline first. We may find a village or landmark. We can learn which island we are on and maybe how to get off and reach our final destination in the Sea of Sorrows.” The two sailors are smirking and having a good joke among themselves. Jim asks and The Captain tells him to drop it. He won’t. “What are you laughing at?” Megamania demands. The men quiet down and scowl at him. “What???” The Captain speaks up first. “It is your…manner of clothing. It is…unique. Even for us.” Jim looks down and at his body. He is wearing his body suit. A skintight body suit. He gets it and grumbles and gathers his blue jeans and pulls them on. “Happy?” The two men laugh together and The Captain tells him to get his stuff. They are leaving soon. The six men and two women begin a long walk along the shore. They stop occasionally to bury remains of crewmembers and inspect cargo for use. All along, they are watched and studied from the jungle. [/QUOTE]
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