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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 3:13:51 GMT
Sweet Cod, Bluefin Depot, one of the places visited for Turf War and rumors running about calling the empty Depot haunted. Fickle things like that didn't scare Tarn and his company, that's why he was sailing his Massive, Heavily Armored 'Airship' there in the first place. Tarn himself was steering the ship to the depot carefully, using the water that surrounded it to help while the propellers did nothing but keep the ship going until he found a nice place to dock. it took a few minutes to fight with the water, it's been awhile since he sailed on the open sea, but he literally parallel parked his ship against one side of the depot and parked the ship, anchors dropping so the armored beast of a ship didn't stray away. Finally moving down to the deck of the ship, the black 'haired' inkling boy, donning his rather unique Pirate Uniform grabbed the metal-edged, wooden gangplank and laid it on one side of the ship while its other end rested on the depot.
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Post by Kazoo on Jan 14, 2016 9:35:42 GMT
Well... that had definitely been a match. Casual turf war, of course, not her usual calling, but it wasn't like she exactly minded. She needed her practice.
Yeah, a match for sure: three versus four, her lost teammate dropping just before the match started, and she had been left to take two newer recruits under her tentacles.
It hadn't been enough -- it rarely ever was -- but a record of 5-2 wasn't terrible even in defeat. She did good, inked it up, she couldn't argue too much.
She had lingered around a good bit afterwards to watch the matches that would unfold, relegating to the sidelines for that time. Not her favorite place of all, not really, but it was exciting to watch the back-and-forth over the two central territories.
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Even after it cleared out, Kazoo hung around a bit longer, taking the peace and quiet to act as her recon. She lingered at the overhangs on each side, watching how far she could fling ink from a standing position rather than a perilous jump -- or how could she had to be to angle a bursting balloon up there.
A dark shape lingered on the edge of her vision as she thought, and that alone was enough for her to duck into the navy ink, turning her gaze towards the odd shape.
... A boat? Why in hell would that be docking here? She hadn't heard a word of this place used for anything besides turfing.. in an uneasy thoughtfulness, she slowly ground her beak together, shifting a little closer to get a better look.
Something about this felt illegal, or shady, or quite probably both. Cool.
Okay, so there was.. some sort of kid in a pirate outfit. Cute, maybe. Sort of.
It definitely fit the theme he had going with the huge ship he had going there.
Quickly slithering up one of the overhangs, she emerged from the ink, shaking a bit and resuming inkling form as she turned to watch the boy.
In a hand, she slowly waved her Slosher back and forth by the handle; if these folks were here for trouble, she wanted to make a fierce impression. Of course, all she could do for now was wear a somewhat smug, knowing smile on her face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 0:19:26 GMT
Tarn had waited until the match that took place was COMPLETELY over until he had docked. Camera footage and flight drones helped with making sure of that, even though they had not been seen by anyone... yet.
With a sigh of relief and wiping his hands together after setting the board down, he turned back to the hatch of the ship and shouted down below. He could of heard his troops talking and cheering down there, but they weren't loud enough for anyone else to hear.
"Time to get going! We're docked and ready to go!" Tarn ordered before hearing the intruder's voice, turning his head to face her, the somewhat cloudiness of the sky giving Tarn's goggles a nice bit of glow to them. With an annoyed sigh, he moved to the board once more as three of the crew members went out of the door in the back and onto the main deck, next to their boss. They all donned Heavy Armor of custom design, each of them holding a .52 Gal in their hands and a baseball bat sheathed on their backs somehow. Of course, only one of them questioned their boss, their gaze constantly switching between him and the other person. The rest disembarked and awaited orders.
"Sir... whose that...?" "No one that's any threat to us, just set up the mines and the sentries already!" Tarn ordered, being loud enough for the trespasser to barely hear. The soldier nodding and joining the two patiently waiting, moving a foot or five away from the ship before they began to set up Ink-Mines, six in total evenly spaced, arming them after two of the soldiers setting them up backed away from them, going back to the ship to get more supplies, leaving just Tarn and the intruder alone... for now.
Secretly, Tarn was hoping no more invaders would show up.
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Post by Kazoo on Jan 15, 2016 5:47:58 GMT
The lack of a clear answer just made her more suspicious, really.
She hadn't ever seen a ship or a group like this before, much less in an area that was typically rented out for turf wars.. it seemed like something out of a novel of long ago. Nowadays, boats were typically used for cargo and cruises, right?
But that felt like she was being a little too naive about all this. It was probably best to approach this with the possibility of it being illegal and dangerous activity.
At the sound of voices ringing out, Kazoo was quick to duck back into the ink, moving behind the large metal panel that comfortably hid her from anyone on the ship. Slowly she moved around, peering around the thin edge and watching.
They were all armed, huh? That was a bit of a bad sign, unless they had intended to show up earlier but were simply late.
.52 Gals -- walls and wails, not the bedazzled version. As much as she hated splash walls, it was manageable enough if a fight broke out, since they didn't have that much in the way of range..
But there she went, overanalyzing again. There was only one of her, anyways, and unless she holed herself up in one of the inactive bases here... and it was a good fifteen minutes of a ride back home, so she couldn't just call in her roomies..
With that in mind, she paused, whipping out her shellphone and snapping a few photos of the ship and its crew. (With flash off, of course, she didn't want to draw too much attention to this fact.)
What was that? "No one that's any threat"? That felt like a challenge, honestly, but she had no business getting into a fight.. after all, the spawn points here had been shut down, and she wasn't in the range of the spawn point back home, so getting splatted here would be really bad.
Watching the crew set up the mines and sentries, Kazoo felt her sense of apprehension growing stronger with every second (along with the growing urge to sling a burst bomb at the mines to set them off). She'd definitely have to see if the authorities back in Inkopolis knew anything about this, because this was pretty fishy.
Oh, now there was just one of them out here. Slowly, she walked back to where she was before, staring down the individual soldier as she bounced a filled burst bomb in her hand.
Maybe that was a really bad idea, but she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't just some lost kid.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 22:32:07 GMT
Tarn patiently waited as he leaned against one of the large propeller masts, ignoring the movement of the girl. He could of heard his crew down below struggling with whatever they were trying to bring up to the deck. With a loud groan coming from the hatch, Tarn suddenly turned to it and barked. "The sooner you guys set up security the sooner we can relax and settle!" With an annoyed sigh, he noticed the girl was hiding behind one of the many empty containers and snapping some photos, but he still ignored it.The pirate boy was getting a bit impatient, but when she dared speak with a burst bomb in her hand, he took out his 'Blunderbuss-like' custom weapon, and took aim as if he was using it as a sniper would aim his weapon. With his inhumane skill, he shot the bomb and just had it explode while it was close to her. While he was putting his weapon away, the four militia soldiers returned, carrying a couple Basic-looking Sentry Guns in pairs through the door in the back, apparently being that heavy. The pairs of soldiers disembarked the ship and placed the turrets a good distance from the mines and eachother, and only feet away from the ship. The lights on top of the guns activated and blaring quietly and slowly, as if they were the very 'sensors' of the gun to help them locate and aim for any intruders. When the sentries were armed and set, the militia looked back at their boss, all but one focusing on him while the other looked about for any MORE intruders.
"Good work, now we can just relax for awhile until we get new orders. Until then, get a drink, maybe some lunch, and await my command." Tarn told his troops with a slightly calm voice, a serious tone kept in his voice before his troops nodded and boarded the ship once more and going back in through one of the doors. Two of those soldier stayed back and started patrolling the area, looking about the ship as Tarn looked back at the trespasser before moving back up to the steering wheel to just stand by it, waiting for something else now.
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Post by strav on Mar 7, 2016 13:54:17 GMT
Inklings turfing like no one's business, eh?
While the Inklings were busily inking, a UFO approached near. On top lies an Octostriker.
But this Octostriker had no intension to attack. He just wanted to... pay a visit. He wanted to watch what the Inklings doing their business. He noticed a heavily armoured boat with two inklings on it.
A boat? Looks very military.
Strav hopped off the UFO and landed on the rusty rail. He morphed into his Octoling form and grabbed his Octozooka.
These inklings must be... pretty dangerous.
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