Gotta admit, I'm on a roll for writing right now. Just got some more of my other stuff done, so let's get chugging.

Spoiler: The Winning Vote

[X] Captain of Calm, THIS IS A MUTINY!

As if you couldn't tell from the title alone.

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Yo ho ho and a bottle of Rum, let's get shirty.

SHOTORIZE! POWER KICK.

You kept crying for another few minutes, the sound of battle raging around you while Koga and the Third-Arm Sash repelled out out-right crushed anything that flew to close.

Then the tears stopped.

Roll 1d100 plus 15, DC of 30. Rolled...44. Pass.

You got up to your feet, eyes puffy and red, sniffled for a second, before the Third-Arm abruptly shot out to the side and grabbed a falling Jackbot, who would have at least put a whole through the top flooring. With a quick spin, the bot was quickly righted and set on the ground gently, with the Third-Arm, loosening its grip.

Only to push the Bot directly towards your back, where Wing Road opened in two straight back Blades, micro blades instantly piercing its armor before spreading back into regular configuration, each wing taking half of the Bot with it to fall on either side.

You were tired. You were angry. You felt empty that your own creations, that which you made to HELP YOU WITH THESE FUCKING THINGS, were causing you so much trouble at such a small trigger.

No more. Not now, not when stakes actually mattered. If they chose petty shit like this over their purpose of existence, that was there problem. You were their creator, you brought them into this world. And you would be taking them out. Excluding the ones Koga had already terminally shut down.

"JACK-BOY, ATTACK!" You screamed as you literally jet straight back up to the top of the command area, Third-Arm reaching around wildly to throw Bots either into the opening fire of other Bots, or directly into the Wing Rotation of Wing Road, the blades parting metal like a welding torch through anything not fire.

You didn't care if you were scuffing up this massive ship. You didn't CARE that these Bots, who dreamed for years of sailing the seas, and who gave it up in an instant were being reduced to basic scrap at your lone Claw and Wings.

You had circled back around from furious to just plain empty.

And now you had the Captain up to your face, the Third-Arm around his 'neck' while his STUPID FUCKING 'Parrot' was off in the corner, along with the First through Fifth Mates and his arms.

"Purposeful Statement: Yeargh, are ye sure ya aren't just overreacting a tad Master? What's some gunplay on the highseas between Sailors and Sea Dogs?" He articulated, having literally no fear.

You just kept staring, but felt something bubbling up again. Back to rage.

"Overreacting? OVERREACTING. I asked you a question and you started a SMALL SCALE PRIVATE WAR. I don't care what you do on your own, or if you get bored. That's fine, enough. that's fixable. You know what might not be? IF YOUR FIGHTING KILLS ME. OR SINKS THE BOAT. OR MAKES ME MISS. THAT. WU." You half screamed, half hissed, heart beating like an metal band but you had to let go.

"This isn't the time to fuck around! I won't have my Bots, one of the only things or allies I have truly to MY name, decide when and where it, is in fact, time to fuck around. I don't care if your fresh off the presses, 3 million cycles or 3 FUCKING million in the flesh, YOU DON'T PULL THIS SHIT! And I don't HAVE TO put up with this shit. So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to finish ending this cycle of yours. Then Koga or I are going to shut down every last Bot still on this ship. Then I'm going to melt you all down and MAKE BETTER BOTS FROM YOU. Congratulations. You get your Mutiny. Understand." You seethed for another second, waiting to hear some kind of words of regret or SOMETHING to make you possibly change your mind.

"Confused Statement: But you already command us, and I am simply designated Captain. That is not the definition of 'Mutiny'."

Nope, fuck it, any possible guilt gone.

And off when his head, added to the pile.

By the time you had Landed on Hawaii, you were exhausted, without a Single Jackbot, and the decks looked closer to the ending of a Terminator film than anything else.

God you were already done with this whole trip.

END OF CHAPTER

[] Destress for a bit: How?
- Eat? Drink? See a Sight? Insert what here.

[] Look for the Wu
- Where? Generalizations such as The Beach, The City, ect, here.

[] Call this Shit off: Go Home

[] Start Reforging.
- Roll to see what all we make from all the...Scrap we have recently acquired.

CHOOSE 1 OF THE ABOVE

We really went down a different path than I'm sure everyone thought we would. Why not share what YOU all thought would happen?

I, personally, wanted us to get Drunk, but hey, out my hands. Maybe I'll do an omake series of Drunk!Jack...

Shit, I think I just inspired myself.