Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161018185042

"Ah...yeah, I'm not really a frequent flyer either. I wouldn't worry, though. There's still plenty of..."

Blanc stopped mid-sentence as a loud humming noise began emanating through the walls of the ship, and suddenly they were sent stumbling backwards several steps as the Fortune blasted forward at a worryingly rapid pace. Glancing out of the window again, she saw the ground whoosh past them at a terrifying rate, and then suddenly they were rising. The concrete of the airstrip dropped away, and within moments they were several thousand feet in the air.

"What the hell? We're not scheduled to leave for a while yet! Why are we..."

The ship then began to shake, as if it were slowly being prised apart by an angry giant. When Blanc next looked out the window, all she could see was dark grey clouds billowing past.

"...and we're headed into a storm! What the hell is this captain doing?!"

Blanc and Nobel picked up the pace as they hurriedly ran through the last few corridors to the command deck. Angrily punching the 'open' button on the door controls, she stormed into the room.

"When I get my hands on that Scarrow guy I swear I'm gonna..."

She stopped as five heads turned in her direction. Lying at her feet was a middle-aged man of around fourty with a scarred face wearing scruffy admiral's garb, which was soaked in a growing pool of blood that had splashed the sides of Blanc's armoured boots when she accidentally stepped into it. Around her, several equally-maimed corpses were lying collapsed at the controls or in a crumpled mess on the floor.

They weren't alone, however. The five heads turned to reveal several creepy-looking masked assailants dressed in uniquely coloured smart suits wielding pistols, wicked curved swords and - in one case - a sub-machine gun. Blanc was shocked for a moment, but then her gaze fixed upon one of the hijackers - a man in a distinct green suit with green-tinged white hair carrying a pair of all-too-familiar SMG's.

"Sm-Smiler!!!" Blanc gasped in shock, stumbling away in surprise and fear just as Nobel strode into the room behind her. The traitor cocked his head at them, as if confused that they were being interrupted, before issuing an inaudible command to his followers - who immediately leapt forward, weapons drawn and bloodthirsty.

(Time for a bit of action. I have a bit of a self-implimented rule that things never go on for too long without a fight of some sort starting, just to keep things interesting. Hope you're enjoying the RP so far!)