"Roman?"
"That's right!" The handsome red-haired criminal, looking a good bit more unkempt and much less dapper without his trademark hat, sat in the captain's chair, the captain lying at his feet, bound and gagged. Scattered around the room were a number unconscious officers. However, despite it all, he still had his equally-trademarked cane resting against the chair.
"You were on this ship?!" Mercury exclaimed incredulously.
"But of course, my obtuse partner in crime! Y'know, truth be told, I'd like to say that this was something Cinder and I planned ahead of time, but it's truly been an unexpected surprise."
"How'd you escape the brig?"
"With cunning, obviously. How else?" He bent down to pinch the captain's cheek like an over-affectionate aunt. "Isn't that right, Captain?" He stood back up with a dramatic flourish.
"I must say, Mercury, that my buddy the captain here," he said as he gave the captain a sharp kick to the gut, "was a most difficult customer to defeat. Did you know that all Atlesian ships are commanded by Huntsmen and Huntresses? It ties in with their macho culture of militarism and whatnot."
Torchwick turned to face the two that had entered with Mercury.
"Well now, who do we have here? A tiger faunus, and a guy in a black mask. Spooky! I'm not a betting man, but I'd wager that this fine feline is none other than Katze Hadu, the ever-elusive leader of the Atlesian branch of the White Fang. You've got an impressive record, kittycat! But I'm not sure about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Probably-not-so-Handsome over here. Care to clue me in, Black?"
"This is Prodigy. He's the best we've got. He can hack Atlesian systems almost instantly, and he fights better than I ever did back in Vale," replied Mercury, crossing his arms with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
"Prodigy, huh? Interesting. And mysterious. Haven't you ever bothered to take that simply chilling mask off his face? For all you know, we could have James Ironwood under it, and we'd be selling our secrets to the highest bidder in the council. Might explain the hacking, for that matter!"
Mercury chuckled. "I can see prison hasn't changed you at all, Torchwick. Now get the ship started, we have to go before they get their Paladins working." Roman scowled at him, but did as he was told. Mercury pressed the intercom button while Torchwick started the ship, the deck vibrating under their feet as the massive engines roared to life.
"Attention all passengers, this is your captain, Mercury Black, speaking. I hope you've cleared out all the pesky humans on board the ship, because it's about to sail! Effective immediately, this ship is the property of the White Fang, and that brings you one step closer to liberation and equality, so buckle up, people! We've got councilors to piss off!"