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TDM #4
TEST DRIVE #4
The day begins as any other, you’re going about your day, living your life, when, without warning, you feel the world around you shift on its axis. You feel a great tear, welling from the depths of your soul as you are ripped from all you have known. If you’re lucky, you arrive in the wilderness of an unfamiliar world, where the language is foreign and the people are hostile. To make your escape, you must learn some language, flee, and occasionally fight, all to find your way off the floating isles you find yourself on and to the great ocean below, where rebel forces will welcome you.
If you’re unlucky, you materialize within a room full of armed guards and are quickly subdued with charged nets, stripped of your belongings, fitted with strange devices that suppress your powers and pressed into servitude. Your days are unimaginable pain and toil.
Fortunately, even in this world, there is still hope. For the denizens of this world have not given up. And it is for that dream of salvation that the Crimson Corsairs raise their flags and sail - for liberation. Perhaps you are one who has lived their entire life under the oppressive yoke of the Empire. Perhaps you have seen first hand your family and friends cut down by nobles hunting men for sport, or perhaps you have run afoul with the church and barely escaped with your life. No matter your origin, the Corsairs sail for you, for your freedom, for your life. And today, a taste of freedom will be won for all.
ARRIVAL/LIBERATION
The oil that greases the Imperial War Machine is slaves - aboard every airship are cooks, manservants, physicians, and a whole host of other labor provided exclusively by “servants”. In the last battle, the Corsairs managed to sink seven ships, two in Hesaeth province as they abandoned and collapsed the mine and five in the fight against the Imperial Legion in Flotsam where they successfully repelled the attack. And you, fortunately or unfortunately, were on board one of these ships.
While the Corsairs are in no position to hold themselves back, one of their top priorities after a finished battle is to hit the water and trawl for survivors. Imperial Ships don’t hold enough lifeboats for the servants, and when a ship goes down the servants are left to their own devices - any servant attempting to board one is killed on the spot. And thus, servants have learned through the grapevine to find good places to hide and brace themselves, to grab whatever you can and abandon ship once they hit the water or, Divine forbid, the ground. And, once there, to wait. If the old gods favor you, you will be found. You will be saved.
FUNERALS
While the Empire was repelled, it was not without cost. The amount of dead significantly outweighs what might normally be seen if the Corsairs had decided to flee. There is triumph in achievements, yes, but the cost still weighs heavy. When a Corsair passes, their friends and acquaintances will all meet in the deceased person’s quarters and sort through their personal effects. It’s common for Corsairs to maintain a will of sorts - every Corsair knows that their end could come at any time and it’s good to be prepared.
Once the will is read, personal effects will be doled out. As supplies are always a concern, any useful items will be returned to the Corsair leadership. Any personal mementos not claimed by friends or comrades will be returned to the Eternal Ocean along with the body, if it can be recovered. While there is always an official funeral with a reading of names for large engagements, it is common for wakes to be held for several months following a major engagement and loss of life.
A VICTORY LIKE NONE BEFORE
While there is mourning to be had, there is also much raucous cheering. Today, the Corsairs achieved what they had believed to be impossible. They stood against an Imperial Legion and won. Tonight, the grog flows freely. The sound of celebration can be heard echoing through Flotsam. In the halls of the Vault, the noise of partying for perhaps the first time ever drowns out the sounds of the constant bombardment. And even in Elysium, muted celebrations are occurring where it is safe to do so.
INFIRMARY
There were many wounded during the battle. These people have been taken to the Vault in order to convalesce, their wounds being treated in the underground hospital and those in need of certain therapies able to make use of the spas built into the natural hot springs unearthed underground. Even still, the medical staff are pushed to their limits with the influx of people, so there is a call for any available Corsair to come assist during this trying time. With so many wounded, everyone is going to need to step up their efforts to make sure the Crimson Corsairs keep their momentum.
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"Bring her around, I'll keep the ice stable so you can use it as a temporary dock."
The man nods and sure enough, the small boat pulls itself around, parking right next to the ice.
"You look like you might be in a touch of trouble!" Musse says pleasantly. "Care for a ride?"
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...It's no good if you can't hear me, Polaris.
Jesse slowly clambered up onto the ice, gasping for breath, and just looked up at Musse for a minute, trying to work out how to make sure dry sarcasm would translate properly into Imperial.
"...I don't think there's much else to do around here, so sure."
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While saying this, she gives the man at the rudder a look and jerks her head slightly, as he starts to pull away from the ice.
"That said, while swimming in these waters is often delightful, it can be a bit cold. We haven't quite finished our cycle, but we do have some blankets if you think that might help."
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Can I trust her? She did save me from drowning, but this might be out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I think I'll wait until I'm more sure I don't have frostbite before I worry about that.
After a minute of waiting for the shivering to die down, she finally asked the most important question:
"Who are you people?"
The Imperials hadn't exactly briefed her on who they were fighting. A cook's assistant didn't need to know that she just needed to peel more potatoes and clean more pots and pans.
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"We are the Crimson Corsairs."
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What a surprise, they were lying to me. I wonder what else they were lying about?
"You're better equipped than I was expecting."
And then it started to crack through the shell she'd put up to keep sane through all this.
"...Are you here to rescue us?" She asked, with a slight quaver to her voice.
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The abrupt anger in her voice was tinged with desperation. It's easy to accept something when you have no hope of fixing it, but once a glimmer of hope shines through suddenly you start to remember everything that's wrong with your life. Suddenly, the suppression band around her neck that she'd gotten used to over the last few months felt like it was strangling her. It was enough that the lone English word slipped through her carefully assembled Imperial vocabulary.
She started tugging at the band herself, though she knew from experience that that was fruitless.