Stranded on the Open Sea [Zombie Roleplay, OPEN]

[New Axiom]

Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
Captain Thomas Phillips was sitting in the captains chair on the bridge of his ship, the Confederate Trade Ship Open Sea. It was evening, and the ship was returning from Colony 12 with a load of fresh load of machine parts, and two political dissidents who were being transported to the Homeland for trial and execution. Philips ran this ship for the past forty years. He had inherited it from his father; it was an old cargo ship, but it was large enough to get the job done. Phillips had almost blew his bank account modernizing the thigh with a pair of new gas turbine engines. His intercom buzzed. "Phillips, what is it?" He answered. "Captain, its Private Jackson. We need to take a prisoner to the infirmary, there's been a....situation." Jackson was one of the two Imperial Marines sent on the ship to guard the prisoners. Phillips was hesitant; he heard about the Lazarus Virus outbreaks accross the globe over his ships radio. "Is it Lazarus?" Phillips asked. "No. Just a headache and vomiting, classic flu symptoms. Do you have Zophran in the infirmary?" "I think so. Take him there and give him what they need, but don't take longer than necessary."

Open Sea's infirmary
Marine Private Jackson and the ships medic, who simply was known as Doc, had been given the prisoner an IV drip and Zophran, a popular anti-nausea drug. However, the prisoner took a turn for the worse. He went comatose, developed a high grade fever, and had a light, rapid heartbeat and shallow breathing. Doc was worried. "Private, this looks like Lazarus. Get him out of my infirmary before he turns and gets us all killed!" Private Jackson was very irritate. Lazarus couldn't be here, not now. "How the hell would he have picked up Lazarus? The city we picked him up from was fine-" "No it wasn't! Didn't you hear the radio chatter?! Get him out of my infrimary and isolate him or I will do it for you. The way I see it is that Silva wants this guy dead; drowning would make him just as dead as a bullet would." Jackson knew Doc meant throwing the prisoner overboard. "Fine. I'll deal with him."

In the cargo ships sprawling, dimly lit and musty corridors, Jackson was wheeling the prisoner back to the brig. The prisoner was tied down on a gurney, and appeared to be still comatose. Jackson radio chattered, the chatter echoing of the cold steel around him. "Yeah, yeah, almost there. Give me a--" Jackson was cut off as the man in front of him suddenly sprang to life, snapping his restraints. The prisoner lunged for Jacksons face, and the resulting screams echoed off the halls.

A few minuets later, Jacksons partner, who heard the blood curdling scream, opened the bulkhead door to see Jackson being eaten by the prisoner, who then turned to see a fresh target. "Oh, shit." The Marine raised his rifle and opened fire, a round landing clean in the Zs face. The Marine went to check his freind. After confirming he was dead, the Marine went to the wall comm. "Captain, captain, we have a situation--" suddenly the Marine was attacked from behind.

As Doc was cleaning his infirmary, suddenly, there was a loud banging at the door. "Hold on a minuet!" The banging continued. Doc strode over and began to open the door. "Dammit, learn to show some respect. What the hell is so important?" As he opened the door, he was overwhelmed by two of the infected.

The infection began to spread across the ship at a very fast pace. The crew could do little to fight back, and Captain Phillips didn't realize it until his evening report. Of course, he'd been very suspicious after the Marines situation report abruptly cut out. "All stations, report." There was some static, then a few replies. "Foward crows nest, reporting. Everything's all clear, captain." "Engine room, reporting. Running like a beauty." "Reactor room, reporting. 100 percent output." But there were no more replies. "Brig, come in? Doc? Cargo bay?" Static. Suddenly, down the hall, there was a crash. Phillips looked over, caustiously. "Hello?" His voice echoed down the dimly lit cream colored steel hallway. Another crash, and five men sprinted s round the corner, crashing into a wall. They were growling, moving inhumanly. They began running down the hall towards the bridge. Phillips recognized Doc in the group. He immediatly shit the bridge door and locked it, and the whole room was filled with the sound of echoing steel as the infected began banging on the door, and howling. Phillips ran to the comm and pushed the transmit button. "All stations, lockdown! Lock it down! Lazarus is onboard!" He didn't wait for the replies, but he went to his radio and pressed transmit.

SOS, SOS. This Captain Thomas Phillips of the civilian cargo ship CTS Open Sea. We have a situation. Most of my crew is dead, or was. The Lazarus Virus is onboard, but we have survivors aboard, repeat, there are survivors aboard. Please, get us out.

Captain Phillips sat back, and set the message on a loop, and waited for the eventual reply.

RULES:
Don't blow up the ship. Yet.

Keep it MT, or slight PMT.

ONLY a squad of soldiers allowed on board.

Other general NS rules apply.

Enjoy, and let the Zombie KillFest begin!

[Jersey Republic]

PRS Harold Spritzer, 6 miles from the confederate trade ship

The large aircraft carrier zooms across the high seas. On it, the remnants of the jersey republic. All former and current presidents alongside surviving members of congress. Along it trails 2 battleships, on the high seas they are safe, and with a surplus of fuel the ship will last a good while. Their mission currently, is to rescue any and all survivors and document their stories.

President alfred roosvelt sits on the bridge of the ship. He looks outside on the deck, coffee in hand. He pushes up his glasses and promptly walks back inside, "Admiral, status update." the Admiral nods, he reaches around in his cabinet and brings out a print of a sonar scan, "We found a blip, trade ship. No idea what it is, we are gonna send an expeditionary team there soon, 3 men. The best of the best."

[Gebeta]

GBS BeouWolf Pi
Boomer class Submarine


The bridge had been a blur of activity since the early reports of the outbreak of the "necromorph" virus. It had been some years since the first outbreak, but Gebeta had prepared. Bunkers built, plans placed, new Forces established. This Submarine was one of the units part of the plan.
The ship had received the information and confirmation codes to transfer to ZOCOM. As such, she would help any forces in need of help.

" bring the sub to periscope depth, and scan for any objects." Captain Karl said.

The Submarine then started a gently rise, unknown that it was enroute to the first engagement of the second outbreak.

[The Greater Korean Republic]

KNV Kyung
Chungmugong Yi Sun-sin-class destroyer
Korean People's Navy

The Kyung gently pushed aside the waves as it cruised the Atlantic Ocean. It was apart of an operation to terminate cargo vessels coming from the remnants of the broken U.S., to further ensure their defeat. The Kyung was quite outdated, but as long as she could still swim and fire her weapons, she was still serving. Formerly belonging to the now defunct and absorbed Republic of Korea, an American puppet government, Greater Korea allowed Daeryeong (Captain) Kwon Ji Won to keep command of his vessel as long as he swore undying allegiance to the Greater Korean Republic, which he did.

Now he and his ship were posted to the lonely seas of the Atlantic, so far away from the homeland. Many of his crew saw it as a punishment for even being affiliated with the South Korean traitors.

But today was different. They had received a general SOS message, coming from a ship belonging to New Axiom, a CTS Open Sea. The Captain listened to it several times on repeat as he ordered his ship to visual range of the cargo vessel. He wondered if it had anything to do with the ledeu jeon-yeombyeong, or Red Plague virus that was being reported across the Korean homeland and abroad. He didn't think much of it. The KPA seemed to have it handled, though he would rather not know the details of how it was handled.

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"Confederate Trade Ship Open Sea, this is the Korean Navy Vessel Kyung of the Greater Korean Republic. We have received your SOS and are approaching your vessel from the portside of your vessel. If anybody can read me, respond now. I repeat. This is the KNV Kyung destroyer of the Greater Korean Republic, please respond."

The ship sent out along the same frequency as the Open Sea, but something was amiss.

The Kyung was not alone. One was a massive aircraft carrier from what it seemed, quite assuredly four times as large as the KNV Kyung. On Radar, they also picked up the outline of what seemed to be a submarine, neither of them carried KNV friendly codes, and it alerted the crew. Captain Won put his crew of battle alert status and opened up a comm channel to any frequency they would think they would respond on.

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"Unidentified naval carrier and submarine. This is the Korean Navy Vessel Kyung of the Greater Korean Republic. State your affiliation and purpose in being here. I repeat, this is the KNV Kyung, requesting your affiliations and purpose."

The Captain assumed that they were probably responding to the same SOS call they had been drawn in to.

[Orrostriska]

OSC Kironileklov
Double acting Class Icebreaker Cargo Ship
Ship Clock time: 11:30
Neste Shipping Corporation
Slowly approching the Destroyer and New Axiom ship
OSC Kironilekov was in her 19th year of service, scheduled to serve for 1 more week. It was scheduled for it's final depart from Finland to Halifax, Canada. It was dangerous, the U.S had fallen 2 years preivous, and Communist Russia and China had combined into Orrostriska to rule the world. It had been 4 days, more than halfway through their trip, when they heard the news of the пробуждении мертвый синдром, or Waking Dead Syndrome outbreak in Orrostriska, that was 2 years ago. They had to turn back, but what if their families were gone? What if Orrostriska was gone? It had been what seemed like forever since the news came in. Any thing could be possible. Captain Kelroscovy had to get his men back to their families, and to think he was just going to retire from the cargo business. His attention was diverted when the ship's radio crackled to life. It was a message, an SOS to be exact. One from a ship, the Open Sea from New Axiom? He'd heard of the nation, but never had had actually seen a New Axiom ship.

But there was another ship. A destroyer, and a foreign one too. Captain Kelroscovy had been in the Orrostriskan military, he'd seen these ships crush entire fleets before. Were they called to the SOS or the cause of it? The Captain ordered the crew into the bridge and scanned the radar, two new dots approached. He announced the possibility of a naval threat.

He flipped the radio and starboard floodlights on and broadcasted a message to the two ships in front.

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This is Captain Grenilen Kelroscovy of the Neste Shipping Corporation. We are hear to respond to a SOS. I repeat we are here to respond to an SOS. DO NOT SHOOT. Please state your intent and emergency! We are transporting fuel and coal to Canada! DO NOT SHOOT! We have no weapons!

No response. He tried again.

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This is Captain Grenilen Kelroscovy of the Neste Shipping Corporation. We are hear to respond to a SOS. DO NOT SHOOT. Please state your intent and emergency! We are transporting fuel and coal to Canada! Please respond!

He awaited response

[The Greater Korean Republic]

The Captain was made aware that a new ship had entered the waters nearby. He was becoming furious of that fact that so many ships had lined up just to respond to this SOS.

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"Unidentified vessel, halt your current course. Shut off all engines, and prepare to be boarded."

It was a harsh move, but a necessary one. He had to make sure that none others were infected by what was on the ship. Even by force.

[The Campbell Nation]

CCS Demosthenes Luxury Superyacht

Captain Douglas was exhausted. The party had been going strong since less than an hour after the ship cleared the defensive blockade line. The vessel, officially in service as a diplomatic vessel with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, had been laden with all the contraband alcohol and other substances as could be found on the local black market before setting on a course as far from civilization as possible. A quick stop in the less-restrictive Special Economic Zone of Westport had allowed one of the passengers who had some special connection with the local customs official to take his pick of the week's seized goods. They took everything that could be carried. The customs official had been offered a spot on the ship. There wouldn't be enough berths on the yacht, but that didn't seem to concern anyone.

The exit visas had listed the alcohol as components for building emergency incendiary weapons. The other substances had been listed as unspecified medical supplies. The outgoing officials hardly cared. They were told in no uncertain terms that if they passed the blockade line they would be on their own. That was fine.

Captain Douglas accepted the fifth glass of champagne from the man in the grey suit. He was some important figure in one of the local worker's unions, might have even been a local party leader. Now the man was on a ship, arguably having deserted, although all his papers had been checked and approved by the border officials, and fast approaching blackout drunk.

At some point, one of the junior watch officers materialized at his side. He tried to discreetly whisper something to the captain. It was no good. The music drowned out anything short of a shout. So the officer shouted.
"Captain." The young officer shouted. "There's a situation in the bridge."

"What kind of situation?" Cooed a nearby apparatchik in a low cut dress. "Is it something… dangerous?"

"It's nothing, my dear, I'm quite sure." The Captain replied. "Probably just some fisherman asking for directions."

The junior watch officer frowned. The captain peeled away from the mix of bodies, and nodded to the officer to lead the way. The captain averted his eyes as they passed through the lounge where a handful of guests had decided not to wait to return to their staterooms. Or perhaps they hadn't been assigned staterooms. The yacht, even for its rediculous size and luxury, had an extremely limited number of guest spaces. The vessel was already well over its capacity. But the amount of money each new guest was offering was truly obscene for a socialist country. Perhaps more importantly, these people had connections that could get Captain Douglas a cushy job in Campbell City after all this was over. It wasn't a safety issue, and so Captain Douglas was happy to pocket the cash and let the newcomers sleep on couches.

"What's the situation?" Captain Douglas demanded, strolling onto the bridge.

The duty officer looked nervously at him. "Sir, are you sure you're in a state to-"

"Yes." The Captain answered dismissively. "Now, why am I here."

"We received a distress call from the Confederate Trade Ship Open Sea." The Duty officer began, his skepticism at the Captain's fitness for command evident in his tone. "They're reporting heavy infected aboard and are requesting rescue."

"Rescue them? With infected aboard?" The Captain was exasperated.

"Yes sir." The duty officer continued. "We've also received multiple contacts from other vessels in the area. Some military. They're attempting to hail all vessels in the area."

The Captain sighed. "Fine. Give me the comms."

"This is Captain Douglas of the Campbellish diplomatic vessel CCS Demosthenes responding. We have received the distress call from the CTS Open Sea, but lack the armaments to respond directly without putting our own at risk. Please advise. Over."

[Jersey Republic]

PRS Harold Spritzer, high seas

First mate mike marbles is reading the radio chatter amongst all, he walks outside to enjoy the fresh air. He saunters down to the machine only to hear the KNV naval vessel asking to address its business, while smoking a cigarette, he responds

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this is the PRS Harold Spritzer, we are here to pick up survivors on the high seas to document the experience of this zombie infestation. Among us are all surviving members of congress and the president. Among us are sailors too, we also found an unusual empty ship. If you're wondering

The admiral walks to the first mate, "Mike, any news?" Mike nods and extinguishes his cigarette in a glass bowl, "Yep, a KNV vessel contacted surrounding vessels. Doesn't look like they wanna hurt us." The admiral responds, "Gimme that walkie talkie."

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oi, KNV vessel, this is the PRS Harold Spritzer, we request that we rendezvous on the high seas and board the unresponsive vessel

[Orrostriska]

A reply suddenly sounded from the radio, the destroyer was ordering them to stop! Captain Kelroscovy sounded the alarm, alwrting the crew that they were in a state of emergency. He frantically broadcasted a message to all the ships in the area.

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We are not stopping our course, we have to respond to an emergency response. We mwan no harm! We have experienced men who may help you navigate through the ship. DO NOT ATTACK

. But it was too late, the door burst open and a group of men with guns ran in. The man who looked like the leader said: "Are you the Captain of this ship?"

[Orrostriska]

PRS Harold Spritzer, high seas

First mate mike marbles is reading the radio chatter amongst all, he walks outside to enjoy the fresh air. He saunters down to the machine only to hear the KNV naval vessel asking to address its business, while smoking a cigarette, he responds

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this is the PRS Harold Spritzer, we are here to pick up survivors on the high seas to document the experience of this zombie infestation. Among us are all surviving members of congress and the president. Among us are sailors too, we also found an unusual empty ship. If you're wondering

The admiral walks to the first mate, "Mike, any news?" Mike nods and extinguishes his cigarette in a glass bowl, "Yep, a KNV vessel contacted surrounding vessels. Doesn't look like they wanna hurt us." The admiral responds, "Gimme that walkie talkie."

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oi, KNV vessel, this is the PRS Harold Spritzer, we request that we rendezvous on the high seas and board the unresponsive vessel

Radio Feed; OSC Kironilekov; 12:36 AM

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PRS Harold Spritzer, we have possible hostiles in proximity. We are only transporting coal and fuel! No weapons! We come on peace don't shoot! PRS Harold Spritzer do you read me?

[Jersey Republic]

Deck of the PRS Harold Spritzer

Member of the spotter corps Kenny Rokeana looks through his binoculars to the surrounding ships. He sees something concerning, a destroyer boarding a yacht. He runs upstairs to warn Mike marbles

Bridge of the PRS Harold Spritzer
On the bridge chatter is mostly quiet. But they pick up the begs and screams from the super yacht, the observer corps officer runs through the door. "Guys! You need to hear this! Yacht was boarded by a destroyer! The KNV one!"

Mike marbles gets on his walkie talkie

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KNV VESSEL! Lay off your aggressiveness! Remember the bigger threat here, boarding a ship will not help! We do not mean harm if you don't!

[Newne Carriebean7]

Carriebeanian Piratei class destroyer drunken parrot
Captain Louis Garther pulled out a cigar and lit it. the surrounding men looked slightly annoyed,yet only grumbled occasionally at the puffs of smoke being blown their way. he had a habit of smoking since he was a little kid,but he felt helpless to stop it. the destroyer sailed smoothly through the waves until an aide barged in the door and handed him a small note. as Louis read it, he sighed.
"son of a bitch, a yacht was boarded by some destroyer,and other ships are involved. just my fucking luck today,signal all hands to battle stations, and set a course for the yacht."
"Yes sir."
with that, Garther sat down in his chair, the jelly like knees of his relived at the motion of nothingness as the helmsman turned the ship's wheel and the Drunken Parrot began to turn towards the other ships.
the aide returned a little while later.
"there are other ships in the area as well."
"try to ignore them, if possible,work together with them. we're going to board the ship."
"so should we prepare a boarding party?"
"at once, seven soldiers, a medic and a repairman."
"yes sir, the party shall be readied at once."
the aide disappeared down the hallway once more as a wave crashed over the bow of the ship, disappearing into thin waves of the liquid.

[Orrostriska]

The Leader of the group, tried to question Kerloscovy further, but slipped into broken English. He and his group of soldiers sat down at a map table and appeared to ne arguing over something. The Captain flipped on the ships jntercom. Do we have anyone onboard who knows how to speak any Asian languages? "I can speak Chinese but thats it" First Mate Hu annoonced through the ships intercom.

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All surrounding ships please send a group with knowledge of foreign languages to assist us. This is Captin Grenilen Kerlscovy, of Orrostriska we come in peace! Please help!

Kerlscovy listened for a response.

[Jersey Republic]

PRS Harold Spritzer
Mike marbles, trained in many tongues, understands what he was saying, but in English he says

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captain! Stay calm, we have a boarding party nearing your ship! We will get them off and sort out this situation'

Fransisco floogler, and vladmir makarov are the boarding party. Trained in first aid and trained in a language from each continent. On a Huey helicopter they set off the landing strip of the carrier and near the yacht. Armed with pof 15's they board the ship and head to the captains room.

[Orrostriska]

Closing in on the group of ships, a helicopter flies by
Chinook Double rotored Style
Property of Greenlandian Emergency Response Team
The pilot looked on wearily, he had flown from Greenland to reach the group of ships.
His eyes shot open when his co-pilot shook him awake, there he pointed. Land on the destroyer we need to have a talk with them about the SOS. His partner looked at him warily, "You really want to land on the military ship?". Of coirse i do the pilot shouted. After all that stuff happening on the main land I want to be on the ship thats prepared. All right then, said the Co-Pilot, as they slowly descended onto the destroyer.

[Newne Carriebean7]

Carriebeanian Piratei class destroyer drunken parrot
Captain Louis Garther looked as yet another wave passed over the ship. the little vessel was fast, at around 30 knots total, and had high tailed it to the area as soon as possible. it would still take them several minutes to get to the area, and another several minutes to prepare the boarding party, if they were not already ready. the aide barged into the room once more, making Garther flinch at the unexpected movement, almost enough to grab his trusty colt 1911 handgun from the seat of his pants, but not nearly enough for him to pull the trigger. he had it half in and out of the holster, making the scene look ridiculous.
"what is it,aide?"
"transmission from an Orrostrikan vessel, they're saying they need someone to send a group with a knowledge of foreign languages."
"that's not very specific, what kind of foreign languages,dose it matter if it's a bad impression or broken Spanish,and can I say the word shit in German at least once?"
" I don't see how the last on-"
"don't question me, shizer! there, you made me do it, check that off the list."
"I think it might be asian."
"do we have anyone that speaks asian?"
a young man that entered the room raised his hand.
"I speak Korean,thai and can understand a bit of japanese,but I don't get vietnamese at all."
"you'll do. you're being part of the boarding party, communications tell the ship that we have someone that speaks asian languages, and is ready to assist."
"yes sir."
with that, a small communication was announced through the speaker system of the ship.

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"Attention Captain Kerlscovy of Orrostriska, we shall send a group with several bilingual speaking soldiers on it. please rest assured."

as that was sent.alarms began to go off as the radar lit up with a single moving target to the ships rear.
"sir, we're getting reports that an unidentified aircraft is approaching us, looks to be a helicopter,"
"do they attend to attack us, how fast are they going?!"
"not very fast sir, and they're slowing down and descending in altitude, they don't seem like they would want to attack us."
"I see, prepare a small welcoming party for them, and have the weapons off their safties, I don't like the sound of this!"
"yes sir!"

[Orrostriska]

Kerlscovy was drifting to sleep when his radio abruptly woke him up, a ship had come and was sending a group over to assist with translating, and PRS Harold Spritzer also was able to help. Kerlscovy sent out a response:

Thank you for reaponding! We will be forever in your favor.

He sent the message as the sound of a helicopter rushed over head, right onto the deck of the destroyer.

[Jersey Republic]

The Huey lands on the helicopter pad of the yacht. Guns drawn, they enter the ship slowly. As they enter the inside of the deck they see a helicopter land on the destroyer

"Mother of god." Vladimir says as they enter the interior of the yacht

[Newne Carriebean7]

Carriebeanian Piratei class destroyer drunken parrot
Cook Bart Faltenspringer grabbed the AK-47 rifle sitting amply in plain sight for all to see, cleaning it off ,he joined a handful of other men to see what the fuss was about on the rear of the ship. the men were greeted by an appearance of a helicopter settling down on the multi layered outline of the H for helicoptor landing pad on the rear of the ship. he fitted the banana clip into the gun and pulled back the hammer. being the highest ranking officer there, the rest were either sou chefs or mechanics with guns, he gave a slight smile to the men as they left the helicoptor.
"greetings fellow people, this is the Carriebeanian Naval Ship Drunken Parrot, what brings you here, if you want to speak with the captain, go right ahead."
the men fanned out in a half semi circle, the small smokestack bellowing a bit less as the ship had slowed down slightly.

[Orrostriska]

Lakron Halovo and Jaso Eskenbergen, the pilot and copilot of the helicopter descended safely. "Grab that first aid kit" said Lakron. "What about a rifle?" asked Jaso. "Sure" Lakron responded, as he grabbed his loudspeaker. "Ready" Jaso asked. "Ready". They opened the sliding door to a group of armed men. Jaso dropped the first aid kit and not knowing what to do, threw his rifle into the ocean. "Um hi?" said Lakron "Want some suaasat?" He asked nervously as he held up a package of emergency soup.t

[Jersey Republic]

"How are you?" Vladimir says as he lowers his gun and puts it on safety. He also sees the crew of the drunken parrot expeditionary group too. Fransisco yells to them, "Hello there! I hope you mean no harm!"

[Newne Carriebean7]

Carriebeanian Piratei class destroyer drunken parrot
Cook Bart Faltenspringer looked at the soup with an odd look.
"what a weird welcoming gift, I guess that's for the welcoming party then! ha! how clever of you!"
with that, he took the soup and gave a crack of the knuckles to the men, who shook their heads up and down before forming up in a small formation two men abreast. with that done, he got on the walkie talkie.
"these people in the big chappa offered soup,have you had dinner yet captain Louis?"
"I believe I have not, what a fantastic gift,bring them to the bridge at once."
"yes sir."
with that, he nodded and chuckled at the thought of soup, before pointing to the other end of the ship.
"make sure you lock your chopper, we'll have a single less competent idiot guard it, you're coming with us to meet captain Louis. he's a lovely person."
he then saw the man with the russian sounding name.
"same to you ruskie! just don't go scratchin those trigger fingers aiight, our mini guns can blow you to bits! have fun though!"

[Orrostriska]

Lakron sees another group, from another copter approach. The leader of the group reaches out to shake his hand. Also not knowing what to do he stuffs the pack of soup from his hand into his coat. "Hi! My name is Lakron Halovo of the Greenland Emergency response team, nice to meet you". "And this is" he nudges Jaso "This is my partner Jaso". Jaso sits up and introduces himself. The men accept the soup and thnk him for it "Yes is good soup, especially in cold places like this. The men walk into the ahip.

[Jersey Republic]

Vladimir laughs, "Ah don't worry! We always being the keys with us! I'm sure Louis cant Hotwire a helicopter. But I digress. Looks like this issue isn't that bad at?" Fransisco grunts and grabs some soup. Vlad bumps his shoulder, "Don't mind my friend, he is a bit grumpy."

[Newne Carriebean7]

Carriebeanian Piratei class destroyer drunken parrot
Cook Bart Faltenspringer nodded slight.
"I hope you're not as swedish as your name sounds, or else I'll feed you to the fattie we have on board!"
he then noticed that the man named Jaso talk about the weapon. making him chuckle a bit.
"real guns? you bet your sweet swedish ass they're real! made from the finest bullshit we could find, cheap russian parts on ebay!"
the men erupted into a roar of laughter as they continued to move to the bridge at the front.