The Star Amongst the Sea

[Red Glacier]

(Before you start reading, remember this is completely fictional and takes place in an alternate reality)

Story:
Its 1940 and the world found itself in the gaping maw of a second world war, the Allies and Axis were destroying each other tooth in nail and cold blood, friends meet foes, tanks rolled like thunder, and planes screamed across the sky while warm blooded flesh met cold metal. The Allies even when united were only meeting even odds against the Axis powers and it was only getting worse, both sides resorted to civilian made military regiments and those who couldn't were producing food and other supplies for the war effort as well as their respected society. But fate was none too forgiving.

As submarines were being created for the Allied forces there were fleets made to test how far the human driven machines could go, but in this test a nightmare awakened. Sea creatures from depths of the ocean rose from ancient fairy tales thought to be myths were now monsters that terrorized the 7 seas, making the war even more nightmarish and bloody as the seas were no longer safe for civilian, soldier, or pirate.

In the midst of the war people became desperate to get away from combat and falling societies and it seemed the only way was into the dark uncertainties the ocean held, these people became known as pirates. Seen as enemy by both Allied and Axis forces, seen as food by dwelling monsters, and even fighting amongst their own kind the pirates struggle for survival. This is the story of the crew aboard the warship "Angelos" lead by Capt. Owen Northwind.

The Angelos:

System: Each player will have 1 post after the DM posts. (Lins system, thank him. But system may change later on)


Send to me by PM: Character Name:
Appearance:
Country of Origin:
Biography:

Rules: 1 No God modding
2 Keep realistic, we’re all human here, and nobody has an infinite ammo supply and whose guns never jam and such or just never miss an attack.
3 I reserve the right to move on without someone posting yet
4 I’m only going to allow a certain amount of people in this RP sense this system isn’t very healthy in large groups
5. I allow players to determine their own damage because if I did it I wouldn't want to risk being subconsciously biased towards anyone but please, give enemies a chance to fight somehow. You can land hits but i'll determine if its a kill unless Cap. Owen gives the ok to do auto kills.

Crew: (Closed Entry)


Capt. Owen Northwind
(Viral C)
Bio: a former U.S. Marine sergeant, Capt. Owen managed to intentionally go MIA in the middle of the battle of Stalingrad. After fleeing he managed to gather a group of soldiers on the run and together they commandeered the warship "Iron Guard" and left with it with most of the crew killed in the conflict. Facing multiple battles on the sea and many losses he soon became alone on the metal clad ship. With only few supplies left he docks his ship in a nearby cave to a refugee city. He now searches for a new crew to join him on his ship to find freedom.



Sylvia Gottereich
(Sentama Lin)

Biography:Sylvia fled from Austria once the Germans, under Nazi control, began their invasion of Western Europe. Successfully fleeing to Crowmouth, she has arranged trips into German-controlled territories in the shade of night to lead persecuted groups from building to building, out to a place where the Germans had no control. Needless to say, she was an enemy to the axis powers, and a threat to the German's Final Solution. Her strengths are her vast network of connections, uncanny navigation skills, and her diplomacy.




Carolina, but goes by Claira
(Kerrigan Dragon)

Biography: Carolina lived in Germany her whole life and was a talented nurse starting out on a promising career, until something horrible happened, causing her to fake her own death and flee. In Canada she heard rumours of the refugee city of Crowsmoth, and made her way there, but not before dyeing her hair orange instead of its original blonde, and changing her name to Claira. She feared people would become hostile to her if they knew she was a German who had initially supported the Nazi party, and if they found out the dark secret that constantly plagues her. She has excellent medical skills, able to deal effectively with battle wounds with limited supplies. She also loves to read, and can handle a handgun if she must, but that's about it.


Name: Roland
(Roland)

Biography: Roland was a member in the U.S. Army before he went A.W.O.L. because he was unhappy. He then wandered around, where he was put into a labor camp. After a struggle from which he received many scars, he's been living in the wilderness looking for something better.

. K-(Konteradmiral) Adalrik Eginhardt
(Ranuu)
Appearance:
-(Flashbacks) During his time aboard the Sharnhorst:


Today, after four months of fleeing Nazi forces:


Country of Origin:
-Deutschand (Germany)

Biography: (Very condensed)
-Served on the Scharnhorst in Deutschland's Kriegsmarine from November 1939 to 1940, witnessing the battles in Norway and the sinking of the HMS Glorious, a British aircraft carrier. As they traveled together, he would often transfer between the Scharnhorst and the Gneisenau. Late in the evening on 20 July 1940, Konteradmiral Eginhardt was attacked by a lower-ranking officer and thrown overboard, unconscious. The officer masked his absence for 24 hours, claiming that he was in his quarters, ill. By luck, Eginhardt washed ashore in northern France after drifting for 14 hours.

When he tried to report in (France was already conquered by the Wehrmacht), Eginhardt found that he was wanted for 'attempted mutiny'. Seeing as the Fuehrer, Adolf Hitler, was already paranoid about some of his higher-ranking officers and their loyalties, trying to clear it up was definitely suicide. So Eginhardt fled the country. He eventually found a non-military shirt, boots, and ditched his bicorne. It's been nearly four months, and his hair has grown out, as well as some facial hair to hide his identity.

He's currently hiding in a city outside of the influence of his former country's government. He's hoping to find a way to get out of Europe entirely, seeing Hitler's swift advances through the land. Knowing he'll eventually get caught, he's hoping to pass as a German refugee on some ship, just to get away. He knows some English, but it's very basic communication (to speak to prisoners) and when emotional he'll often break back into rapid German.

Die of Fate

Ok I have a wooden die in my house and i'm going to use this to determine the weather for that day, bigger conditions like tornadoes and hurricanes will be forcefully made by me but the conditions below will be determined by the die, won't this be fun? (sarcasm)

1- Sunny/Perfect Day
2- Cloudy
3- Thunder Storm
4- Fog
5- Windy
6- Rain  

[Red Glacier]

Capt. Owens Journal

I started first writing this journal to help me organize my thoughts as I fight in the USMC. Here I keep my notes and log where i've been and what encounters I make with the more supernatural beings that have risen within my life time.

Weapon Specs.
Being in the USMC I saw a lot of places and weapons used, here is where i keep my notes on what guns i've seen and their usefulness on the battle field

Pistols:

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M1 Liberator- the worst gun made in our time. This .45 caliber, single shot pistol is made out of basic materials from a car manufacturer and has a small pipe for a barrel. This gun is more powerful then most pistols but it is only accurate up to 25 feet. This gun should only be used when you are desperate or just have no will to live.

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Colt M1- The standard issue pistol for the U.S. military. This .45 caliber pistol packs one of the biggest punches in its category, the pistol is semi-auto like most pistols and carries 8 rounds, accuracy is decent and the gun is somewhat considered bulky. This gun is often feuded against the Lugar P08

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Lugar P08- The standard issue pistol of the Nazi forces. This 9mm pistol is prized for its comfortable, compact design while maintaining a high accuracy, reloading may be a hassle and the power in this gun is only average but it’s a very reliable gun.


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Beretta M1- An Italian made .32 caliber semi auto pistol, it carries 8 rounds per clip and it is one of the easiest pistols to modify and maintain. It has a short effective range that makes it only good for a last resort defense weapon.

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FN- This sleekly made 9mm pistol is known for its quick action and grand striking abilities for the quick with hands. Its accuracy is a little less than average and only carries 6 rounds a magazine but its small, sleek design is great for hitting an enemy when they least expect it.


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Browning Hi-Power- This pistol is arguably the best handgun out today. It packs a 9mm punch, carries 15 rounds, and is more accurate then most only being out weighed by the P38. It is even capable of killing someone from 50 meters away. Only U.S. and Belgium higher ups carry this pistol.


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P38- slowly replacing the Lugar P08 this pistol fires a 9mm round and is more accurate then its earlier form, another perk is the ability to carry it loaded and ready to fire without the risk of it discharging making this gun always ready to use.


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Vis- This polish 9mm pistol is said to be one of the best designs yet. It carries 7 rounds, has a good accuracy, very reliable, and the safety is a button on the back of the grip that makes it ready to fire right when the user grabs hold of it.

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Walther PP- This pistol is favored by assassins for its good power and size only reaching 4 inches tall with a reduced recoil, it only has 5 shots per clip and accuracy is a bit below average but it’s the ultimate in compact pistols.



Sub-Machine guns:

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STEN: the worst sub machine gun in our time. This gun is made with pipes and other basic materials to favor mass production and feed a large demand for weapons when the supply is rough. It fires 9mm rounds and uses the same magazine as any MP gun. Its accuracy is decent but its firing rate is slow and it gained the nickname “Plumbers nightmare” because it has the highest jamming rate of any gun in the war. This gun also can discharge if loaded when hit hard enough. It’s the most available gun out there but far from the best.

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M3: the smallest sub machine gun available, the .45 caliber M3 is a cost friendly sub machine gun that is usually used to defend light vehicles or assault buildings, not being as accurate as its brother weapon the Thompson it is only used for CQB and dealing out a high rate of fire. This gun is also know for its ability to take both .45 caliber and 9mm rounds with little conversion to the gun.

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MP18- This 9mm sub machinegun proved itself as a very healthy alternative to the Sten in all aspects and overall is probably the best CQB gun available and also proved itself in trench combat alike.

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Thompson- the standard issue sub machine gun for the U.S. army and military forces that is the pride and joy often given names like the “Trench Sweeper” and “Chicago Typewriter” this gun was favored for its .45 caliber power and its high rate of fire with great accuracy as well and the availability for 20-100 drum magazines.

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Type 100- the type 100 is the only Japanese designed sub machinegun and common among front-liner infantry and paratroopers for the Japanese, it uses a .45 caliber bullet and ironically for its length of a semi auto rifle its very inaccurate but it comes with long bayonets to provide a spear like function.

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MP 34- This 9mm sub machine gun is similar to MP 18 but is more reliable and easy to maintain with more variety in magazines instead of only drum magazines like MP18. If you liked the MP18 you’ll like this even more.

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Owen Gun- This peculiar rifle comes in both 9mm and .45 caliber versions and is popular for how reliable it was. Its bulky but solid and with its odd design having the magazine loading from the top it was generally an assault weapon for its power, reliability, and extremely high firing rate.

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MP 40- A full auto only, 9mm sub machine gun that despite popular belief is only issued to Nazi paratroopers. This gun is known for its low firing rate but little recoil as well as how much ammo it carries, about 32 rounds, per clip, it’s a reliable gun and accurate but most prefer the MP41


MP41 –made shortly after the MP 40 the MP41 was made with a rifle stock and could do semi auto or full auto.

Rifles:

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Karabiner 98K- This 7.36mm, Nazi made rifle is the standard issue rifle for the Nazi forces, powerful and accurate this gun is a good piece to handle, the only troubles is it can only be loaded with 5 rounds into the rifle itself and is bolt action so it has to be cocked between each shot. This gun is also compatible to use a 30mm rifle grenade which can be used to destroy enemy groups and light armor.

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M1 Garand- This semi-automatic, .30 caliber rifle is common among the U.S. military for marksmen. This rifle uses 5 round stripper clips to load the 10 capacity in the rifle itself. This gun is also capable of holding bayonets for close combat. This gun is powerful and reliable but a bit on the harder side to find.

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M1 Carbine- This .30 caliber rifle that fires in semi automatic and has a 15 shot magazine or a 30 round box magazine, its widely used by marines and has gotten a lot mixed feelings about it because the gun can be effected greatly by cold weather and has a tendency to misfire when in those conditions but it works amazingly well in hot weather. Its brother gun the M2 has a selective fire between semi and full auto, but this a rare variant of the M1.

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Mosin-Nagant- This 7mm bolt action rifle is legendary and well prized by the Soviets. This rifle has an internal magazine of 5 shots with an effective range of +800 meters using a scope. This rifle is accurate and reliable while also being able to maintain.

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FG42- This 7.30 caliber, Nazi made rifle is not very well known but is a great rifle effective up to 450 meters, This rifle also has a full-auto function. Just recently produced means its rare but on the rise. It was designed for paratroopers but proved not fit for the ob but it did every other role at amazing rates. Not a very easy gun to maintain but well worth it when it performs.

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De Lisle- This British made, .45 caliber, bolt action rifle isn’t the greatest rifle for a sniper but makes a great piece with being a medium rifle shooting at an effective range of 185 meters. This rifle was built with suppression in mind so it is the quietest rifle out there and its also the most convenient to reload with using the same magazines as a Thompson or M3 sub machine guns holding about 15 rounds per clip.

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Winchester Model 1897(Shotgun) – This 12 gauge pump action shotgun is ideal for close quarters fighting able to put a hole in your enemy that they won’t recover from. It only carries 3 rounds in itself and comes in a “Riot” form that allows it to carry a bayonet on the barrel but this is at the price of the barrel having to be cut short making it less accurate and cutting off the effective range as well.

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Winchester M12 (Shotgun) – About like the Winchester Model 1897 shotgun but it carries 6 rounds in itself and has a longer barrel at the price of compactness making CQB harder and not being able to have a bayonet

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Browning A-5 – This 12 gauge semi auto shotgun is a revolutionary design that’s rare to find. Carrying 4 rounds in itself this gun can blast enemies at a faster rate then the other available shotguns but due to this design it requires more parts making it harder to maintain then the others but still holds a 50 year life quality to it to the other shotguns 65 year life quality. This gun also suffers from the inability to have a bayonet to compensate being as long as the M12 shotgun.  

[Red Glacier]

Chapter 1
Iron Clad Freedom

Owen laid on a bench as his boat was moving through the shallow waves of the city he was approaching, the old H.M.S. warship was beat up a bit and a lot of it was rigged up so if there was one person they could control all the basic things which only was throttle, steering, and could control how the thing docks, he gets a mirror and reflects out the window and he sees a very large cave he could hide the Angelos in. Owen gets up and steers towards the cave to do a harsh docking in the cave.

With tons of scrapes and bumps he brings the Angelos to a halt in an empty, large cave. he ties the ship down in a hurry and a cold sweat using a network of chains and ropes that would allow him to do so as a lone man. Afterward he surveys the ship with a mysterious wonder.

"Its just been us for a long time. I hope soon we can change that, stay safe for me." he got on the ship and got a list of his supplies.
"Ok, seems like we're going to be in a barrel for a while." he says as he puts down his list. He walks out of the cave to the nearby city of Crowsmoth. He puts up a sign that reads:

"The S.S. Angelos
A warship to freedom for the brave of heart
In need of crew members of any kind, all who are willing are welcomed.
For an escape from the wars of our countries
See the long red haired USM (U.S. Marine)"

The sign was simple and kind of vague but it was the best he could come up with. With only 8 STEN sub machine guns, 4 shotguns, few grenades, 3000 rounds, and only a handful of supplies I have to pull a crew together. Owen thought as he looked around at different supplies from people only holding up booths and tents selling weapons and ammo and other supplies to struggle making a living for themselves.

I hope I can get this together and going he thought with a large weight of doubt in his mind. The ship needed repair, supplies were short, and most were too scared to fight the seas. Owen walked tall in hopes somebody would find him to ask about joining the ship. After a few laps around the trading ground he found himself back at his sign, he put his hands in his pockets and just stared blankly at it wondering what things may become of him later in time.

He looked at the city of Crowsmoth around him. It was a refugee city, a city where people ran to get away from the forces but it was found and converted into a labor city so those who couldn't fight could make supplies for the army. A U.S. marine being here was a complete myth and everyone would know Owen wasn't one anymore just by his long hair sense the military was intolerant to that and there would be no reason to have a marine in Crowmoth. Owen looked and saw people from all around the world, all just wanting to get away from fighting the darkest war man had known.

He gave a sigh and kicked up some dust on the bottom of his signs post.  

[Sentama Lin]

Gottereich sighed, checking in with the refugees she was charged with. Many of them were Jewish runaways from Hitler's final solution. Others were Catholics, gays and lesbians, other religious groups, and other races who previously made their homes in now-Nazi-occupied land. She inputted some notes in a notepad attached to her compass. This city was running out of room for refugees. Austria? Germany? France? What did it matter where she went to get more people out if the place she would bring him to cannot support their livelihood.

She delivered another package of supplies to one more family under her wing: a box of clothing and freeze-dried foods. Her group's funds can't support these people any longer; the city is already struggling as it is with refugees from other places. Though frustrated, she understood that her agenda is not the most important for the city.

Her gaze fell toward a sign, and immediately became intrigued. A warship to freedom for the brave of heart... She thought, her eyes immediately glancing over at the red-headed marine who posted it.

"You need a crew. I need a place for me and my refugees." She said, frankly and sternly. "I can provide able bodies to man and repair the ship, and, also, my connections might be able to help you more-easily fare through enemy waters." Standing akimbo, she nodded, glancing at the other man. "Well? Will you take my offer?"  

[Kerrigan_dragon]

Claira wandered the streets of the refugee city with her head hanging low, lugging a large suitcase along with her. Inside there was a basic medical kit, a more advanced medical kit, several containers of bandages, a few nurse uniforms, several notebooks and writing supplies, a handful of books to read, and a bit of money. It was everything she owned now, a weight she'd carried for thousands of miles, but nothing compared to the weight on her heart. She sighed unhappily as she realized why she felt so.... utterly despairing when she'd come to this city. She'd heard so many rumours about Crowmoth, and she'd come to believe that somehow it would... make everything better just by finally reaching the hidden city. Like the child who falls and scrapes his knees and runs to his mother to make it better, some part of Claira had believed the world would be magically fixed once she made it here.

Depressed and feeling useless, she looked around to see a man in military clothing with long hair standing next to a sign. She shrugged internally and went to read what the sign said, having nothing else to do. But her boredom shifted to interest quickly, and a faint glimmer of hope rose in her heart. I may be going to hell, she thought, but I may as well do something good in the meantime to try to make up for my sins.

"Ex-excuse me?" she called softly to the red-haired man. Her voice was accented with German, but she pronounced the words so clearly that anyone could understand her. There were refugees from Germany as well as all over the world, so her accent didn't make her stand out too much. "You're the one with the ship... the S.S. Angelos, yes? I was wondering... would it be possible for me to join? I... I am a very talented nurse. You would need medical attention at some point, yes? Accidents happen, and..." her voice trailed off and she looked at the ground. "I am well trained in dealing with all manners of battle wounds. Shrapnel. Burns. Gunshots. Explosion accidents. Stab wounds. Rat bites, even. My name is Claira. Could I please join your ship?" She looked up at him at that, trying to keep a pleading expression off her face.  

[Roland Karloseth]

Roland stood up on the cliff overlooking the sea, watching the ship sail in with his arms folded across his chest. "Seems like my luck might be starting to take a turn for the better. Perhaps the captain is in need of a crew." He said before he climbed down the cliff and followed the shore.

Eventually, he came across the sign that the captain had posted, and saw the captain near the sign. Roland walked over and said "You need a crew, I need something better. Perhaps we can help each other out. I just need to get away from here. What'cha say, big guy?" With that, he produced a cigarette and lit it with a match.  

[Red Glacier]

Owen turned to Austrian girl who first approached him then he saw a growing mass of people behind her including a nurse in a bloody uniform, and a heavily scarred man. He was abnormally relaxed and just grinned in an amused way.

"You're right, i do need a crew. and i don't think i'm in the grounds of rejecting a generous offer like this. So with that you're all welcome to join the S.S. Angelos." He pats Sylvia on the shoulder then shook Clairas hand "I'd love to have a nurse on the ship. I'm glad you came because I forgot the need for physical health above the need to fix the Angelos with engineers." he said with a bit of a laugh. He turns to the roughed up man with scars "You look like you know how to fight, and i do need some gunmen so i'd be glad to have ya"

A chef dressed, German blond man approaches Owen in an excited aura "Hi!..." he shakes Owens hand and Owen just stood amused "...My name is Ward, nice to meet ya. I'm a really good cook and i'd like to serve you"

Owen did want a cook but decided to be a little humorous about it. "Oh yeah? how good?" Ward then tips his hat and leaned in towards Owen "Lets just say, I've only slept with a woman because I could cook." Owen laughs a bit "Oh, ok. You're welcomed on then" Owen responded.

Owen goes over his sign and uproots it, he smiles at the massive crowd in front of him. "Alright! lets go to the Angelos everyone!". He started walking with the crowd following him and he took them for a long walk through a dirt, desolate pathway that had shaded dust wafting around in the wind at their shins until they got to the shores and into the mouth of the cave where the Angelos was hidden. Owen goes on top of the ramp leading onto the Angelos' top deck.

Owen holds his arms out for everyone to halt at the bottom of the ramp. He gave a blank stare and swallowed fixing to say something he felt he would regret, but was necessary.

"Good day everyone! My name is Owen. Captain Owen to all. I'm a man with a boat but no crew and as you all knew I came in search for one."....he looks at the eyes on him, some with hope, some with suspicion and many that were just waiting for bad news. He gave a sigh...."As you all know, there are monsters at sea. And these monsters are not to be taken lightly, i lost many friends and crewmen to these beasts and I don't doubt that it will happen again. When you join this crew you welcome the greatest possibility of death, and I cannot promise anyones safety. For those of you bringing your sons and daughters I cannot guarantee your child will make it or that this life will be any good for them, but hey this isn't exactly family material in Crowsmoth either" ....he said in joking tone...

"But i'm not saying by joining this crew you'll have every comfort known to man, there will be hard work and I expect everyone to do their part, I came here bearing a chance to change your life and to have freedom from all countries bonds. But, thats only if you are willing to stand with me and everyone around you in blood, in happiness, in hard work, and in death. This decision could make or end your life. Those of you who want to join, get on board. Those of you who don't want to come, I ask you don't mention to anyone about what you saw here and continue your lives not knowing of this. The choice is now, make it."

Owen steps aside and opens the way to the ship and watches the crowd talk amongst itself but they weren't moving at all. He just watches in hopes not many would leave.  

[CR Kyrie]

Adalrik's hand was shaking. He glared at it for a moment, trying to will it to stop, but eventually gave up. Lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves, the German sailor looked ahead at the large ship docked in the harbor. He grimaced; he'd finally made it out of Europe, only to board another ship? But he needed a job, badly. He couldn't even afford a decent haircut these days, and his facial hair didn't match his hair color (a surprisingly common problem for blondes), which was annoying. He'd shave as soon as possible.

He'd advanced through the ranks of Hitler's Kriegsmarine quickly because of the hair and eye combination. The man's obsession with this Aryan ideal would-- hopefully- be his downfall, as most of Germany wasn't Aryan, and could see that neither was their leader. As soon as things in Germany were calmed somewhat, he'd make his way back home. But not until then.

The former Rear Admiral (English equivalent) had successfully passed himself off as a displaced German refugee, and had found his way into an Austrian woman's group. He told her it was because he was a political opponent of Hitler's, and that he was going to be killed if he was found. It didn't seem like she believed him, but hell, it would work for now. And now he was going to board a ship here, in South America, to do God knew what.

A large American man stood in front of the group, and gave a monologue. Adalrik's skill in English left much to be admired, but he pieced together the gist of what the man was saying. There were monsters, and some people might die. Well, everyone was a monster in a world run by the NSDAP, and Adalrik had seen his fair share of people die, and had been in more than enough situations that put his life on the line. Besides, he felt safer on the water, where he'd been trained to be efficient, than anywhere else.

He was, apparently, one of the first to step forward, approaching immediately as the man gave the official choices. Removing his cigarette to free his mouth (he'd need to speak as clearly as possible), he attempted to affirm his place on board. "I. . . to join," he said, knowing it wasn't good, but hoping the man understood him.  

[Sentama Lin]

Gottereich stood, standing firmly as the captain made his speech. The speech was frank and to the point; no sugar coating was added whatsoever. They could all die and be hated by all. But the price of freedom for herself -- her people -- was a loftier goal than a selfish want to live. She turned to her small group of refugees, a rag-tag bunch of labourers, mechanics, previous deck hands, and, of course, some members who, through countless entry into hostile areas, helped defend her and the people they were saving through any means necessary. Indeed, the people she commanded were capable of fighting with whatever means, despite the lack of training. But not many of them, she felt, would have the heart for this journey.

She coughed before saying these few words. "I am not forcing you to go with me. But ask yourselves this before you choose to stay in this town: is freedom worth any price, if not for you, for the future of all of us? If you cannot answer with a definite 'yes' , return to the town. I will not hold anything against you." As she spoke, two of her attendants stood by her, repeating everything she said into German and French, making sure that her group understood. She spoke with a passion that seemed to ignite a fire inside anyone's soul, but she knew this wouldn't be enough.

Indeed, the majority of the group that clamored around her began to disperse, leaving her with a few mechanics and some various vagrants. It was good enough... She thought, and hoped that they would serve her, and the captain well. With a movement only gained from some form of military training, she turned and walked into the ship, 10 people following immediately behind, their faces hardened, ready to die.  

[Kerrigan_dragon]

Claira shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably and shivered slightly as Owen stopped to make a small speech. She didn't care, of course they were probably going to die- wait, did he say monsters at sea? I thought those were just... rumours... Claira gave herself a wry smile at this thought. Mere rumours, just like this city... I guess anything is possible in this modern age. As Owen finished his speech, some people in the crowd began murmuring amongst themselves, looks of doubt and fear passing through the crowd.

Claira took in a long, slow, deep breath through her nose, and let it out through her mouth, like they'd taught her in med school, to relax before confronting a particularly distressed patient. Displaying outer tranquillity keeps balance, and helps the patients to gain inner tranquillity, a woman's voice drifted through her mind from her memories. It belonged to one of the nurses she'd been training with, though it'd been so long that she could no longer put a face to the voice. Claira did remember that she hadn't liked this girl; she had just tried too hard.

As Claira started weaving through the crowd, a man stepped up to Owen... Captain Owen, she mentally corrected herself, and spoke to him in heavily accented English, "I... to join." His accent was German, though it appeared that unlike her, he could not speak English fluently. Claira blinked slowly in surprise and ran her fingers through her long hair nervously for a moment, before remembering that her hair was no longer blonde, and that there were plenty of German refugees who had real reasons to run and hide. She slowly stepped up to Owen and murmured, "We all die, ja? Might as well do it on a ship while doing something, as opposed to slowly starving to death in this city."

Turning to the German man, she gave him a small smile, then spoke to him in German. "English is like German in many ways. It is not hard to learn it. I will help you learn it if you like," she offered. It felt good to speak German again. She could speak English, French, and a little Dutch as well, but German would always be the language that... spoke to her heart, so to speak. Not that she ever thought she'd go back to Germany, no matter how much she longed for her homeland. There was just too much guilt there.  

[Roland Karloseth]

Roland grinned as the captain addressed him, and said "Glad to be welcomed aboard. You need someone to handle a gun, I'm your man. Though it would seem I lost mine, So it would be extremely helpful if you could supply me with one. I'm especially fond of pistols, but anything will work."

With that, he boarded the ship and waited for orders.  

[Red Glacier]

"Indeed we will someday, Claira" He said to Claira with a relaxed smile, glad that she joined him. He looked at the other three realizing they never identified themselves, as more people entered the ship gaining them about 90 crew members altogether the other 40 chose to stay behind.

"Alright.." He points at 3 of Sylvias engineers "...Get us ready to go. we're moving out now." he said kindly to them trying not to be bossy but he said it with a great stiffness that made him serious enough that the job needed to be done.

He unrolls a sheet of paper that had some blue prints of a gun, a M1 Liberator to be exact. "So....who are my metal workers?" A group of 12 come up and Owen gives one of them the blue prints "Here are the blue prints to the M1 Liberator, I want you to make as many as possible as quick as you can, I want everyone on this ship armed with something even if it is the worst gun out there, i have all the materials needed in Deck 3 Bay 3."

The men gave him a nod and then move to the bowels of the ship as the people he designated before untied the ship to the rocks of the cave. "Alright, My engineers I want you all doing whatever repairs you can manage on this thing til we can get more tools available. Make sweeps and check everything, make a list of what needs repaired" after he said this the former engineers formed up and found each other then left to go do their work


"Alright...." he puts a hand on some random tall man in glasses and gave him a clip board ".... you my friend are going to take inventory and crew status and tell me what and when things go on with these checks, tell me whats lost, whose alive and dead, the such, ok?" he asked the tall man who replied with a confused "Um, ok.....neat" Owen pats him on the back and disperses the other groups and has them get ready to leave.

He turns to the group of people that approached him face to face and entered the ship first. "By the way, what are you alls names?" He said to Sylvia, Roland and Adalrik. "Lets go to the bridge so we can get moving and discuss a few things alright?" he starts going down the deck of the Angelos and started climbing stairs til he reached the bridge that was high up from the deck behind the first cannon battery.

The bridge had nice leather chairs and a few benches with one having a pillow and a blanket where Owen had slept with a table between them all then there was one spot with all the controls both made in the ship and modifications Owen did to it to give him absolute control of the ship. There was a big trunk that was locked up tight behind a wooden desk with different maps on it and Owens journal that looked interrupted stopping mid sentence.

"Make you all at home, its kinda shabby but it gets the point across and doesn't go anywhere" he said pointing at the legs to the furniture showing off they were all bolted down to an unreasonable scale. Owen grabs the controls to the ship and looks into the sea ahead. A crack of thunder could be heard ahead, he starts the propellers and blows the horn as the ship starts moving. The people staying behind waved good bye and as did the crew below them.

As they were clear from any obstacles he lets the ship drift in the open seas as he sits down with Roland, Claira, Sylvia, and Adalrik. "Alright, so about those names. I'm Captain Owen as you all know. And you all?"  

[Roland Karloseth]

Roland followed the captain and everyone else into the bridge, then sat down. When the captain asked for names, he said "My name is Roland, former soldier in the U.S. Army. Served four years stationed in Germany before I left and bounced around from place to place, where I eventually wound up in a labor camp. As you can clearly see, escaping there was... not easy."

With that, he reached into the pouch on his belt and produced a silver case, which he opened to reveal contained cigarettes and a few matches. He selected one from the case and brought it to his lips, and looked around at everyone else before asking "Do you all mind if I smoke?"  

[Kerrigan_dragon]

Claira couldn't help but smile back at Owen. His smile just had to be returned. He was one of those people that others could easily follow, it seemed. Glancing at the woman with reddish hair who seemed to have many people following her, Claira thought that the woman would probably beat him in a contest of pure charisma, but Owen had... something else about him, more of a direction in life, perhaps? If only by a little. Claira just couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but she shrugged it off. As he turned his attention to other people giving them various orders, she began shifting her weight from foot to foot awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do or where to go. She'd never been on a ship this big before, and it was intimidating to her.

But Owen shifted his attention back to the people who'd gone straight to him to talk to him face-to-face once more, and led them to the bridge, and she followed happily. As long as she knew what was going on, she was pretty content with any situation. It was confusion that was her worst enemy. She settled herself on a large, comfortable chair and set her suitcase gently at her feet, only to snatch it up again and hold it tight as Owen moved the ship out. Once it seemed safe again, she set her suitcase down once more.

As Owen asked for names, she wasn't sure if the German man would understand him, and she translated what he said, softly repeating it to the man, before replying herself. "You already know my name, sir, but the others might not. I am Claira. And I am a nurse."

At Roland's question about smoking, she shrugged. "It is not advisable to smoke, we've been finding that people who smoke have more trouble breathing than those who don't, but if you like, it will be ok with me." Claira didn't bother to translate Roland's question for the German man, as it was pretty obvious what he was asking, even to someone who was completely deaf. She did, as an afterthought, introduce herself to him properly, however.  

[CR Kyrie]

The German lady who translated for him was nice, Adalrik decided. At her offer to teach him English, he nodded and replied with, "Ja, ich möchte sprechen Englisch. Dankeschön." He, like her, felt most at home speaking German. Then again, that might be because he'd never known any other language, and had only learned enough English to speak to captured prisoners aboard the Scharnhorst.

They were funneled onto the ship by the crowd, where the obviously-military-trained American began giving orders to people. And people followed. He was a natural leader, though everyone who joined the American military was supposed to be.

When he approached Adalrik again, the German was surprised; he wasn't expecting to be let into anything special. Though he didn't understand what the man said to him, this Kapitan Owen, he knew body language enough to know that his presence was wanted on a lower deck, along with the two Germanic women he'd met so far.

Below deck, he was happy to have the German lady, Claira, translate what the man said. And when his name was asked, Adalrik didn't bother speaking in English, knowing that Claira would translate his response. "Hallo, ich heiße Adalrik Eginhardt. Ich. . . was ein Konteradmiral in der Kriegsmarine." Looking to Claira, he waited for her to translate.

(Hello, my name is Adalrik Eginhardt. I. . . was a Konteradmiral (high-ranking naval officer) in the Kriegsmarine (Germany's Navy))