At the ocean during the blackest night, the raging thunder storms churned the seas, rocking the steel titanic behemoth of a ship all over the surface of the sea. Aboard the bridge, Captain Quint Sanguine held the steering wheel tightly to control the ship steadily throughout the monstrous sea as the skeleton crew of his ship worked themselves to the bone on their tasks, fighting against not just the crashing wave with the spray of the sea, but the harsh windy elements of the black raging thunder storm itself.
The crew scrambled tirelessly on the deck to tighten up the rig on the cargo almost blindly in the nigh-pitch black night. On the Brightside, the brief flashes of lightning from the thunderstorm helped gave the crew a better clear view of the deck floor compared to the outdated worn-down deck view rigged spotlights they had to use, due to the current rising costs of new equipment that is required for replacements amongst other things. Eventually, one of the giant waves struck - the rising high wall of sea water made its crescendo as it crashes on the deck of the ship, resulting in a shockwave that rippled across the ship that knocked down the crew that fumbled and stumbled. To make matters worse, the crash had also caused some of the cargo crates to be knocked to the floor and bust open, possibly spilling its contents loose.
Amongst the knocked down crewmen, one of them got up quickly with little struggle and shrugged the pain off his body. the man took pause and looked around at the damaged cargo in absolute disbelief of the situation. His Walkie talkie broke silence. "Captain Quincy to Clint, I need to know what happened over the main deck?! Over!" Clint shook his head and fumbled to grab the radio.
"This is Captain Quincy Speaking, I am in need to know what hell happened down there! I repeat! I absolutely need to know what happened down there now! over!"
The young man pressed the button of his walkie talkie. "Captain, one of the cargo holds has been busted open from the impact! Over!"
"Get that cargo back in place Immediately, or we'll all be blown to smithereens! Over!"
Clint ran to the busted cargo crate and rest of the crew followed suit. The crew members got back to work to refasten the cargo back in order while the ship rocked back and forth in the chaos of the raging thunderstorm. A couple of the crew got to restock the interior of the cargo hold, the other crew got the straps and harnesses readjusted for proper restoration of the cargo freight.
Now that the crew had secured the cargo freight - even though it took a while, Clint took a brief sigh of relief. He quietly self congratulating himself, but that will come to a halt as he notices some thing off - tall towering man-shaped shadows scuttling in the dark crevices between the cargo freights. Clint was flabbergasted at the sight to the point he rubbed his eyes and then squinted his eyes to see if he was seeing things clearly.
'Stowaways?' Clint thought. 'What the bloody hell are stowaways doing here on this ship at a time like this?!' His train of thought is derailed when one of his crew mates shouted. "Hey you!" Clint turned to his attentive peer named Steve . "You there!" The crewmate pointed at the silhouettes, the silhouettes then glance back with reflective "What the bloody hell do you think you are doing here on this ship?!" Steve pointed at the silhouettes, silhouettes that in turn started scuttling and creeped out of sight followed by the sounds of loud foot steps.
Clint reached his hand out to grab Steve, stopping him from pursuing the stowaways. Clint's peers turned to face him and yanked himself out of his grip. "What the bloody hell, Clint?! Why did you stop me from catching the Stowaways?!" Clint Shot a glance at the furious man. "You could've been killed, you drunk Idiot! Those Stowaways are crazy enough to be on this deck during this mad storm! they could be armed for all we know!"
Steve furiously glared at Clint and stared back at the darkness the Stowaways scuttled away to, then look back to Clint. "Now what?"
"I'll report this one to the captain." Clint answered as he grabbed his walkie talkie. He pressed the side button of the hand radio. "Captain, this is Clint reporting in. Over."
"This is Captain Quint speaking, what is it that you got to report in. Over."
"Captain, It seems that may have some Stowaways on board of this vessel. over."
"Stowaways!?" Clint wince from the radio static that followed the Captains roar. even the rage filled Steve winced, but he refocused sharply for further orders. "How- How many are there?! over!"
"We saw about 2 of them, sir. over."
"Alright, make sure to find them and bring them inside of the ship quarters, and proceed with caution. Over and out."
In the deep dark halls of the cargo hold, the two young crew members - Clint and Steve, each of them equipped with a handheld flashlight for getting a better view of the pitch dark area. The two men are also armed with a baton, a taser, and a pistol for extra measure just incase the encounter any hostile assault. The duo ventured down there to find the stowaways and bring each and every one of them to separate quarters back inside the ship as of standard procedure they have to follow for cases like this. Only this time, the two men have to be cautious of these stowaways because of the implicit insanity the Stowaways must be due to not only just lurking in the shadows during the middle of the chaotic predicament the deck crew are going through right now and being uncaught prior to this moment, they have still yet to reveal themselves to the crew and just come inside the ship like normal people - if not cowards, which they would and should expectedly be doing during a harsh predicament the crew are facing instead of just hiding in the shadows like some creeping predators of the deep; Indicating that these Stowaways are anything but normal, and that they must proceed with extreme caution before dealing with them properly.
The two men continued on cautiously walking down the hall slow and steady as they surveyed the area with their flashlights. Far in the darkness, a tall slinking shadow slithered in an attempt to hide out of their sights, the attempt failed as Steve took notice of the shadow and reached for his weapon.
"Hold it." Steve turned attentively to Clint, the source of the gentle whisper. "Let me do the talking. I got it from here." Steve begrudgingly nod in agreement.
Clint turned to face the darkness and shined a light. "Hello." The closest thing to a response is a faint sound of footsteps, confirming that someone is definitely there. Clint decided to respond in a more calm yet firm tone. "Hey! Hello there! There is no reason to hide anymore. we know that you're down here. Just come out of there and just join us inside the ship, where its warm and dry with warm food." still no response. Clint is about fed up by this point. "Alright, I tried it the nice way twice. Now I do it my way." Clint muttered to himself. He grabbed the baton from his side and readied it to prepare for the worse to come.
"Hey! There's no point in hiding anymore! Just come out already and come with us already! Don't make us come over there and use lethal-"
Before Clint, could finish what his sentence a sudden sheer pain of what felt like a leather belt studded with spikes wrapped around his ankle, with the spike studded tentacle piercing and puncturing in to his flesh as it tighten its grip, causing him even more agonizing pain. He looked down to the source of his pain - a tentacle wrapped around his ankle, the bright orange appendage yanked Clint on his butt, Steve jolted as fast he can to grab a hold of Clint but it was too late. The tentacle pulled the hapless young man into the darkness in a impossible speed. all that followed Clint as he is dragged into the darkness was the echoes of his scream.
"Clint! Clint! Cliiiiiiint!" Steve screamed as he reached his hand out. He grabbed his pistol from his holster, adjusted his left hand holding his flashlight over his right arm holding the pistol, and take aim at the abducting assailant and pulled the trigger - shooting many bullets in the general direction. "Let Clint go, You creepy bastard!" He shouted as he kept firing multiple rounds into the darkness. Eventually, he struck a direct at the kidnapping assailant as it let out a monstrous roar. The roar terrified Steve. He didn't know wither the person is a Faunus or something but he didn't care. All he care about was taking down the creep that took Clint. "Ha! Not so tough, are you?! You slithering creep!"
Unfortunately, Steve's luck has ran out. An armored hand reached out and grabbed his gun by the barrel, and crushed the gun and crumpled it up like it was pitiful paper-folded origami. Before he could react further, he felt a heavy blunt force across his chest; The action caused him to launch in the air right before he slams his entire body into the interior steel walls, leaving an imprint into the wall. He coughed up a lot of blood from the blunt physical impact; He then collapsed to the floor on all four of his limbs. He crawled and scrambled to grab the flashlight to floor as he is disorientated due to the blunt force of the physical trauma he took to not only his entire body but the back of his skull, and having to have the bitter experience of the metallic aftertaste in his mouth from the blood he coughed out. He grabbed the flash light and quickly surveyed the dark area.
Steve felt a sudden sharp feeling of pressure could be felt pressing on each side of his neck, right as he is being held up high in a chokehold in impossible speed. After he dropped his flashlight from his grip, he could barely get a look at the creature that is holding him up in a choke hold with giant metal claws wrapped around his neck in a vice iron grip. staring right at him with large bulbous crimson eyes. Polished orbs of milky gemstone blood-red eyes that burn like fire, blankly staring its full undivided attention at him.
Nothing but a bone crunching snap echoed across the empty darkness.
Captain quint at the bridge held the steering wheel tightly. The captain gritted his teeth since he received the news of stowaways on his ship. He was already on the end of his tolerance - He had to deal with the pressures from having to meet a strict deadline of delivering the volatile cargo from Atlas to Vale - Amongst the other kingdoms, having to stay on scheduled course through the middle of a raging storm, and had to trust his crew to deal with the current mess that happened recently. The cherry on this farrago sundae of absolute fucking insanity, He now has to deal with a handful of stowaways on his ship of all the times in the world.
He silently prayed that the situation doesn't get any worse. Now that he think about it, it has been a while since he contacted his son to take care of the stowaways. He activated his radio. "Hey Clint, did you get the stowaway situation handled? over." He got no response from him. He called his son over the radio again with a firm yet worried tone in his voice. "Come on Clint, what is going on down there that taking you so long?" No response but silence. "What the hell is going on down there?! did you get the Stowaways or not?! Answer me dammit!" The lights in the bridge flickered on and off for a while, then the entirety of the bridge went Dark. Captain Quint looked out the window and found out that the blackout was not exclusive to the bridge, but the entire ship went dark. The ship is now in pitch black darkness.
Shortly, the auxiliary power have been activated and brought the power back on to the bridge if only for a while until the only two trustworthy electric technicians he knew brought the main power back on. He changed the frequency of the radio to contact either of the two electric technicians on the situation. "Kelly and Jones, what's going on down there in the engine room?" There was a brief pause of nothing but radio static. Finally someone answered him. "Yes captain! Kelly here reporting in."
Quint picked up the radio. "what is the situation down there?"
"Jones have found that the electrical box has been fried." Kelly responded. "What?! How!? Can it be fixed!?"
"We don't know, sir!" Kelly answered in disbelief. "The electrical power box has been fried beyond all repair! We have to get the whole thing replaced, and we don't even have half of the things required to properly fix this!"
Captain Quint felt an immense unyielding rage to the point he can feel that he was about to pop a vein. The radio in the captains hand fractured as the captain tighten his grip, cracks and fractures slowly forming around the handheld device along with pieces of the radio flying all over the place. The immense rage he was feeling came to a chilling halt as what is about to happened next was not what he expected. "Wait a minute, I hear loud banging noise." Quint heard the loud noise as well over the radio. "It sounded like its busting through walls or something, and now it sounds like its coming closer..." Quint can now hear it clearly from the bridge as it sound like something big is running through the deck walls.
Suddenly, loud sparks of electricity can be heard in the background of the radio. "What the-" What sounded like jones in the background right before he could finish what he was about to say, to came to an abrupt stop when a hissing shriek was bellowed, followed by the crackling sound of electricity overpowered everything; Thus leaving a sheer ear piercing radio static with the following drowning radio silence, the came a loud thud dropped and hitting the ground could be heard in the background of the radio.
The captain now wide eyed in shock and disbelief as he spoke to the radio. "Kelly! Jones! What the hell is going on down there?!"
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Kelly panicked. "Kelly, What the hell is going on?!" Captain Quint shouted into the radio.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" it was the same panic manic from Kelly. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH-!" after the echoing cacophonic high note of the terrifying scream nothing but drowning radio silence over the radio.
Captain Quincy now feels a sudden heavy sense of dread weighing down on his chest. The predicament He now faces is no longer just a mere Cargo delivery going awry, this is now a Life and Death situation, and He needs to alert everyone to evacuate from the doomed ship immediately. He quickly set up the radio to alert everyone of the situation and get off the ship as soon as possible. Before he could alert everyone, the side door to the bridge was busted widely open, letting a strong loud gust of winds rapidly flowing in the room along with hails of rain water and the spray of the sea in the command room; unexpectedly, a lone red crystal was tossed in to the bridge, the crystal skipped across the command room and then slowly rolled right in front of the captain. The Captain looked at the dust crystal closely, his eyes abruptly bulged out as he saw it clearly that it was huge chunk of a red dust crystal with some alarming details: the crystal is heavily fracture and is burning very bright.
Before He could react, a massive fireball of an explosion erupted from inside the bridge, thus launching the captain out of the window. Captain Quint fell to the deck floor - He was thankful that if it were not for his aura that took most of the fall damage, He would've been dead by now. He flipped himself over on his back, droplets of water hitting his face like little bullets. He gazed upon what was once the bridge of his ship is now but a metal skeletal lamp containing an infernal candle with tentacle-like flames that reaches far up high that illuminates the ever turbulent night sky.
Being still quite disorientated in every sense, He scrambled to get up on his knees and hand, He then struggled to get up on his feet and get a clear view of the situation. He surveyed the area and noticed something - there was no one around. There was not one person on deck that has arrived to the inferno that is happening, and yet he is still here; leaving him feel more isolated than ever, putting more of a heavy sense of of dread on along with his drenched clothing from the storms heavy rapid hail of rain.
The ship started to rapidly rock back and forth a lot more if it were a giant metal crib amongst the rising and descending crashing waves of the sea, the ship rocked so hard to the point Captain Quint stumbled out of balance and hit his back to the front wall of the bridge. A rumble spread and rippled across the entirety of the ship - this was but a prelude to the ships troubles, various amounts of geysers bursting from all over the deck of the ship as the towering blasts of water reach for the sky, and waters flooding the deck of the ship. The flooding waters slowly risen up the high deck; surrounding the captain. The captain cursed himself for his bloody hubris and greed that doomed not only him, but his own son, his entire crew, and his ship.
Little did He know, He will not simply just die as a captain going down with his ship- at least, not yet; Fate had other plans stored for him, for fate has one last gift for the poor rugged captain. Quint has been given him the sickening final privilege of seeing the culprit of predicament he is in right now - a tall figure appears right in front of him almost as if it just appeared out of nowhere. obviously, this scared a couple decades off of his years. even though he could still see, he still couldn't discern who he was looking at due to being some blindness and sensory disorientation from the fiery explosion at the bridge, but he could still get a decent glimpse of a silhouette of a man with what appears to be blade-like fin on his shoulder. most of all, another trait he could discern from his sights is the person icy cold dead stare.
"Who the hell are you?" the captain simply asked.
Fate has given him an answer with a few flashes of lightning, revealing the full form of the culprit. Captain Quincy's jaw dropped. He is shocked and horrified because he could hardly believe what he is looking at. He could see that this was no Man or Faunus. this thing, creature, this sea demon monstrosity, a biomechanical monstrosity with a vague form of a man and yet inhuman in every way. An amalgamation unity of flesh and machine armed to the teeth with dual wielding bladed weapons.
Before the captain could react any further, the monster pierced him in the chest in a blinding impossible speed. Quint looked down at the white blade that is embedded in his chest, he gurgled and coughed up blood after his lungs were punctured by the bone white blade. The sea monster twisted the blade in his chest, causing a swift massive amount of pain right before he swapped the blade away from his chest, nearly bisecting the man, ripping him open like a piñata. Chunks of his lung and a couple of broken ribs fly in the air along with his near torn of right arm that is hanging on to some strips of flesh and skin, and a geyser stream of blood flying in the air and all over the deck, the blood that spilled onto the floor slowly flowing into the cold uncaring all-encompassing sea that is going to swallow him and his ship whole.
As he is swallowed by the sea and dragged into the black depths, he could only see nothing but darkness of the black ocean except for his ship, the sea monster and himself. His vision became a crimson red blur due to the geyser blood flow from the exposed wounds that he received. The creature stared at him with its bulbous icy cold stare, the captain glare back - even if he was on the brink of death, He endured the pain as he continued the stare-down between the torn-out grizzled captain, and the biomechanical shark-man monstrosity. Captain Quint's pain from his wounds slowly faded away, his vision became a little blurry and his heart rate slowed down from the blood loss from his wounds, and the captains vision of the sea became all black right before being enveloped the darkness; the captain has been relieved as he experiences the sweet release of death. The captain, just like his ship, both had gave in to their fatal wounds from their murderers, swallowed by the unforgiving raging sea, and slowly sinking to the black depths of their watery grave.
Above the surface of the sea, the raging fiery inferno that is still burning up and about on top the control bridge of the once functioning steel titan of a naval cargo vessel. The infernal inferno is now being damped by the rising and descending waves as it were tentacles of a giant sea monster; The hail of rain drops dropping rapidly like massive fire of bullets and being followed along by the crashing waves sprays of the sea, all of this have slowly dimmed the blazing hellish flaming candle that burns within the skeletal remains of the control bridge.
The wavy flames of the giant raging inferno of the bonfire has now been put out like a mere blown out candle. The flames being gulped up like hapless prey swallowed into the devouring jaws of the ragefully all encompassing black sea, leaving nothing behind but the last gasp of breath in the form of puffed trails of black smoke ascending to the stormy skies, and nothing remains of the titanic wreck of the naval vessel. Nothing remains but the fading puffs of black smoke in the middle of the raging thunderstorm, and miles of waves across the ocean sea, stretched far away.