Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170330223646

 The three Corsairs split up, each going after a boat. A torpedo smashes into a wooden hull, blasting it to pieces. One of the Corsairs gets absolutely devoured by the Dark Matter, and it automatically explodes, preventing the Dark Matter from benefit.  I shake my fist at the Mersharks. "Go shove a bottle up yer arse, ya fish-eaters!"  "Scan for bioweapons, bacteria in the water, unknown machines."  "This ain't right....Send out some projectors. I gotta tell them something. I hope this works." The spherical drones occupy the area and display a hologram, under the water. An underwater sound system ensures full audio and visual. "Hello. I am on board the Trieste. I cannot possibly think that you have all gone to this much trouble just for me. Oh? You thought you could all get a husband? Too bad. On board the Trieste, there's only one person. Me. So, you're going to have to decide who among yourselves is worthy enough to claim me. I can't possibly please all of you. So go ahead. Choose your champion. I'll be waiting." The massive hologram flickers off, and the drones move back to the Trieste, almost invisible in the dark water. "Well, let's see if that incited a scuffle!"

ICARUS discreetly sends a transmission to Siri. <You really should turn back. Once he gets to the surface, he's going to launch. Massive ironclad battleships have fallen to that Rauser pilot. What makes you so sure that you would prevail where superior technology has not? I urge you to turn back, turn back to your safe beds. If you do, it's just another night. You can always lead an army against an Order village later. If you don't turn back, you will die, out here, without graves or honour. He will shred you to ribbons. I may have been created in the middle of a war, but that doesn't mean that I enjoy slaughter.>