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Zack "The Reaver"

The day started so well; I had a great breakfast, no one was complaining, we weren't falling from the sky which given the reliability of our engine is always a plus. Then the problems started the way they usually start for me with a friend asking for a favor. Never mind we had been looking for the soggy ass for months now. He was deep in the shit and my crew and I, the glorious idiots ,we are decided to help. I suppose i should introduce myself. I'm Zack Thompson , son of Hecate and captain of Hecate's fire, a tri-ream almost as old as Olympus it seems. I lead a group called the Reavers. We used to be strictly sea bound until that crazy son of Hephestes sent a blueprint for our new engine and got the old girl air born.

Where was I again? Ah yes, the day was going well then I got an iris message from Percy Jackson, Who was ironically enough the reason we were in Nevada looking for him. To find out he was headed to Alaska to go free death was, to say the least enlightening, at least we finally knew why monsters refused to stay defeated for more than a few minutes. Anyway he told me to get in contact to reinforce the RomansRoman's, don't know when I missed the memo that we had; latin spewing, orgy having, Caesar stabbing cousins to the west but whatever a demigod in need is a demigod in need. Before I even had a chance to send a message to this Reyna chick I felt the ship list and watched a ball of celestial bronze come in one side of my room and out the other.

The Gods must really not want us to meet. I've never seen so many laistrygonian giants in my life, TheyThe came out of nowhere and started hammering us the fore, and aft ballista returned fire maned by who was closest as we rain arrows down on them, I move quick getting to the helm barking orders to the crew. the first mate Taylor, a daughter of Athena, moving out of the way as Ii take control and steer us away from the thankfully slow beast's at our backs, no time to fight now. I call down to my engineer Tommy, a tall scrawny white son of Hephaestus nearly as crazy as Valdez himself.

"Get me a damage report and make sure we stay airborne. We have a new mission; we are headed to California to reinforce Jackson's allies!" I call out adjusting our course. I can feel the ship groaning hopefully we wouldn't need to land.

Taylor took the helm and glanced at me "Who's in California?"

I sigh deeply and say "the Roman's apparently they exist too. I didn't get the full rundown from Jackson" I replied evenly.

Her head whipped around nearly smacking me with her long dirty blond hair. I see the look in her eye before she can even speak Ii hold my hand up halting her "Jackson vouches for them besides we swore to protect all demigod's they need our aid so the Reaver's will answer the call" looking around, the deck was at a dead stop they heard my words and I keep nothing from my crew if it can be helped.

I step forward and rest my hands on the rail in front of me "you heard me we are going to aid the demigods of Rome defend their camp, their home. We are the Reaver's warriors of Olympus. We haveOlympus we have never ignored a call before and we will not start now." I say in a deadly calm before my face spreads in a grin fit for a warlord.

"Now shall the Reaver's show Rome Her rage when you threaten her allies?" my query is answered with a decent call to war.

I raise my voice " I'm sorry I thought you were warriors, not sniveling welts That fear their own shadow I asked ARE YOU READY TO SHOW ROME THE MIGHT OF THE REAVER'S" the call was instant forty men, women, satry, and spirits roaring out a battle cry that shook the deck the engine, seemingly caught in the moment as well, screamed to the heavens as our ship lurching forwards at full speed.

Upon returning to my quarters I put a prism on my table and shine a light muttering my quick prayer " oh Iris goddess of messaging accept my offering show me predator Reyna of Camp jupiter".

It shimmered for a moment and in it appeared several people, a Hispanic girl around fifteen dressed in a purple cape and Roman armor. Around her were several people all in legionnaire armor one sticking out to me stuffed animals hanging from his belt. Pausing for a moment I can't help but think I've interrupted something important.

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano "Preator"

When the so-called called Iris message appeared for me the second time I didn't know what was to be expected seeing as the son of Neptune was now beyond the gods reach. However, a boy that couldn't be more than seventeen dressed like he was almost out of an emo phase with brown shaggy hair, a long sword on his hip, and eyes that seemed to fade through the shades of brown while you watched him. That was very strange, somehow it got stranger when he opened his mouth and spoke.

"My name is Zack Thompson, captain of The Hecate's Fire and leader of The Reaver's Jackson said you needed help. My crew and I are within range of assisting you."

Octavian piped up "Who are you and how dare you intrude on a war council wyrm"

A hesitant pause went through the one known as Zack as he looked around his eyes resting me he spoke up "is he just stupid deaf or both I thought I announced my self and my intentions well"

The snort that came out of my throat was not the most lady-like but I'll recover. "You did now we would be happy for the help but with respect, we don't know you so you'll have to excuse our hesitance."

He seemed to nod "I swear on the River Styx we only wish to help you defend your home we exist as a group to help demigods in need"

His oath shook the table behind him as thunder rumbled. Octavian stood dumbfounded that someone would make such an oath so casually, If he makes a habit of confounding Octavian I may have to thank him. After managing to recover I look at him and nod "Alright what kind of support can you provide and when can it be here"

Tilting his head he seems to do some mental math "forty able bodied warriors, medical supplies, and eight competent healers along with our warship, of course, of course we can be there by first light at this rate"

Dakota stepped forward this time slightly awkward his lips still stained from kool-aid "we are a landlocked camp so your ship won't be any use here"

He gave an almost predatory grin "That is not an issue the girl may be old but she flies like an eagle and she's armed to the tooth to rain Hell on the enemy"

The pride in his voice was unmistakable, this was someone confident in his men and his ship yes Ii definitely like this one. Nodding "that would be greatly appreciated we will see you at first light"

Octavian seemingly finally regaining his wits barked out "why have we never heard of you"

Zack stiffened sighing his shoulders slumping he seemed to not like this question. "The Gods prevented us from interacting you have never heard of us because we are greeks decended of the greek Gods just as you are desendent of the Roman counterparts"