From: ramsustidewater@aol.com (Ramsus Tidewater)
Date: 03 Mar 2002 18:15:43 EST
(( OOC Note: Hey guys. I know you all probably didn't miss Ramsus but this is what actually happened to him. I decided to unearth all of this since the WLT was tonight and he was going to be there. It's a bit lengthy, but if you have the time and energy go ahead and read it. ))LANG="0">
"Come on...we're leaving, right now." Admiral Ramsus Llegron was in one of the moods that the crew of Vendetta had hardly ever seen him in...a foul one.
"Sir..we've just barely regained power to the reactor. I don't think it would be such a good idea to stress the sub now until we have at least 50% of original power." Maynard, Vendetta's First Mate and one of the few people Ramsus ever completely trusted, was given the courtesy of completing his statement before Ramsus turned on him.
"Maynard.." He spoke softly for a moment before his voice erupted in a shattering explosion, rebounding off the solid metallic walls of the bridge of the sub like a tennis ball shot out of a cannon. "You aren't God on this submarine..or anywhere else. I AM! NOW MOVE THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF!!"
"Admiral, Captain Maynard is right. We still have no response from the main torpedo chutes, the cloaking system is completely out and we have shield at 10%..We'd be sitting ducks for any vessel that..." Major Helmholz, the gunnery officer wasn't given the same courtesy as Maynard.
"Shut up, Helmholz!" Ramsus sneered coldly at the young gunnery officer. "You haven't lived with these idiots as long as I have. They're morons at best. No one in this region had any idea what a submarine is..let alone do they have one. Now is anyone else on this vessel a woman like your two commanders here or do you not understand a direct order? I'll take the controls myself and leave the lot of you here if that's what you want." The truth was, if
he could do it all..the arrogant admiral probably would..anyone who knew him knew this fact oh too well. That's probably the key reason a still, but apprehensive silence fell over the bridge of Vendetta before the start-up jolt of the main engines and the low hum of only a few working machines kicked in. Ramsus settled uneasily into his chair, and since every one of the viewscreens was out, he was forced to look unsteadily at his own crew. The crew
he just exploded against. Screw it. He never needed anyone since he was a teenager. That went double now. He was a hotheaded, arrogant, egotistical man with a care for only a certain number of things in this world. Foremost among these were power and money. He had obtained enough of the former to last him awhile. At the young age of 21 he rose to a Fleet Admiral of the Crescent Island Navy. If it wasn't for his major character flaws he was told, he
would be in command of the entirety of that naval power right now. Basically, that meant if he had been a bootlick and did everything that the self-serving upper ranks wanted him to do. Hell..he was self-serving too..why would he waste his time? The Tidewater, they called him...unpredictable and destructible..but unavoidable all at the same time. He was driven by his earthly passions and that was his downfall and his source of unpredictability..but
his raw talent, his undeniable skill at everything that put power in the hands of a man wouldn't be denied or overlooked by anyone, that's why people were drawn to him..that's why he got what he wanted for the most part.
Money, that was a different story. In order to feed his insatiable love for
his lifestyle he constantly needed money. He was a playboy by nature and his biggest regret was that he worked for most of his money. That was an asset though. Life as an Admiral for the Crescent Islands Navy paid very good. More than enough for anyone else, but not enough for Ramsus. So in order to get more money, he took on little side jobs sometimes before he struck pure gold. Back home there was massive war brewing on all sides of the globe. War
meant that people were eager for materials. It also meant that materials were being sent to and from certain places. Piracy was inevitable, and Ramsus and his crew were great pirates. The Crescent Islands had been somewhat neutral in the war thus far and that made it even better. Vendetta didn't have tabs kept on it, whereas during a war, all vessels were marked and their wherabouts known at all times. Even if the Crescent Islands were involved, it
probably wouldn't stop Ramsus. See..as a pirate he fueled his desires for both things: Power & Money. Destroying trade lines and thievery made him and the crew feel supreme, then selling the stolen goods at outrageous prices was more than profitable..it was lucrative. All good things have to come to an end however, and one evening after a full day, the Vendetta and her crew had drifted into what seemed like an electrical storm. Even submerged, the
effects of the storm were still felt full-on. Gauges and machines were going out left and right. Ramsus himself couldn't explain it, but he didn't have time to think about it either. He did remember it vividly however, how the whole submarine shook violently and then the last visual they had was of everything going stark white..then all the power was gone, it took the last of the reserves to bring the Vendetta to surface and dock nearby. That's when
things got worse...that was a hell of an electrical storm. They surfaced in RhyDin. A place foreign to all of them. The rest as they say, is history. Wreaking a little havoc in the Duel of Swords satisfied Ramsus' lust for power to a great degree. Then there was the slaver. Karos seemed to have a never-ending supply of amassed wealth. Ramsus' talents didn't go unnoticed for very long, and the Egyptian singled him out for a very profitable
partnership. Two Demons, One World. The possibilities seemed endless. Ramsus just didn't figure out how to utilize Anubis to achieve maximum results. The slaver was a wild card just as the pirate was. It always seemed like one of them was always trying to unlock the true potential of the other and the other was always subtly refusing to show what cards they were holding. They suited each other's personal goals for the time being. Ramsus inflicted the
pain, Anubis transferred the funds. There was the matter of the long run however..and as soon as Ramsus had found a way to set himself up for life, he was going to put it into action.
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From: ramsustidewater@aol.com (Ramsus Tidewater)
Date: 03 Mar 2002 18:18:50 EST
"Admiral. We're picking up something I think you should take a listen at." Maynard glanced coolly back at Ramsus..interupting his thoughts.
"Fine." Ramsus vaulted himself from his chair and crossed the bridge of the sub, taking the radar headphones from Maynard and clasping them down over his ears. A low gurgling noise could be heard, but that was expected. It was the engine turbines stirring their way through the water, a sound Ramsus was all to familiar with..everyone on this crew should be familiar with it. That's what irritated him, and his amber eyes were inflamed with anger when he
glared at Maynard and attempted to inform him of such.
"Maynard, why in the hell would y--." Ramsus was cut off sharply by a loud bump in the static-gurgling noise on the headphones. "What the hell was that?" His mind began whirling through the virtual encyclopedia of marine radar noises but he couldn't come up with one.
"We've got a readout of the noise, and as you'll see in a moment, sir, it continues to get closer because the noise becomes more frequent." Maynard reached for a small scrap of paper unraveling itself from a nearby printer as Ramsus continued to listen to the noise. Sure enough, the bump happened again, a bit quicker this time. The next time Ramsus heard it, he had counted to 20 between the bumps. That meant it was about 10 nauts away, but he
couldn't pinpoint it's speed.
Maynard handed the readout to him and Ramsus read it over, those golden yellow eyes growing with confusion as he looked to Maynard once more. "Do you really believe that a bump like that could be packing this much power?" He asked after glancing over the paper three or four times. Maynard shrugged in response, but the tools on the sub were state-of-the-art, they were right 99% of the time. Maybe they had been damaged, however.
"We think that it may be another electrical storm, like the one that brought us to this godforsaken place." Maynard suggested. "Myself and the communications officers notice a trend between what we heard before we encountered the one that sent us here and the noises we're picking up now."
Ramsus unsteadily tossed the piece of paper on top of some blank dials. "Head toward the noise." He commanded, thinking all the while that this was what the crew and himself had been waiting for to some degree. A chance to leave Rhydin was a chance to reclaim their lives. Normally, such a dangerous order would be strongly advised against, but the crew wanted to leave and they began to steer the submarine to something that could quite readily cost
them their lives.
Leaving Rhydin...Ramsus ran the idea over in his mind all the way back to his seat. Usually, he'd have come up with a response by then. His mind worked quickly, but he kept that fact hidden from people. Now he was as confused as he was about this supposed "electrical storm" and the one before it. Rhydin had introduced him to things that could give him bottomless reserves of power and wealth, did he really want to leave? He didn't know..he missed
certain things about the Crescent Islands. His crew had family and he knew they were eager to get back to them. But what if this storm took them to a different place, somewhere worse? There wasn't a way to turn back now, he had to wait and see what would happen.
Maynard turned to look at Ramsus and they both nodded. They knew how far they were from the center of the storm when they started moving toward it and both of their marine minds had clipped off the pace of the ship and the predicted pace of the storm. They were almost there, and they both knew it. Before either of them could speak though, the sub lurched forward and Ramsus was thrown violently from his seat, flipping over the rail in front of him and
landing on the lower part of the bridge. The emergency lights began flashing and what sirens were in commission began blaring. Too familiar, Ramsus thought as he pulled himself to his feet shakily. The next thing that happened was the power going out. The whole sub experienced a rolling blackout within instants of Ramsus' thought and everything was silent.
The next thing that happened wasn't expected by him or any of the crew. The sub flooded with light and every single machine hummed into life, right down to the very last knob and dial. Ramsus looked to Maynard and they both pointed to above their head, they were going up. Everyone else knew it too. Maynard punched a few keys on a nearby control panel quickly, his fingers flying expertly over the board and the sub began to rise from the depths to the
surface.
"You do that like the last time you did it was moments ago." Ramsus commented, and although he hated to admit it, a flush of excitement rushed through him as he thought they might be home.
"I practiced even though most of the machines were broken. Besides, how could I forget it?" Maynard commented and actually cracked a smile for the first time in months.
The two, Admiral and Commander, crossed the bridge in close quarters and walked down the long hallways of the interior of the sub with light steps and light hearts. Ramsus kept a granite impassive face however, and Maynard gleefully exploited his happiness.
"This changes nothing. We're still pirates and Imperial enemies." Ramsus commented as the doors of the elevator they boarded slid shut with a sterile quietness.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Maynard responded. That was the truth though, they both had come up with the idea of resorting to piracy and Ramsus didn't think Maynard would fold out on him, despite the fact it would be dangerous for his wife and children, but they also benefited from it.
The doors of the elevator slid open quietly, and Ramsus and Maynard walked the few short paces to the steel ladder leading up to the pothole that opened out to the surface. Ramsus climbed up first, pounding on the pothole with his fist after turning the knob a few times. Sunlight flooded down into the hole, forcing the Admiral to squint his eyes and casting Maynard's face at the bottom of the ladder in light. Ramsus pushed through and Maynard
followed him, both scrambling out onto the outer part of the submarine. They were fortunate, once again. Land was within swimming distance of the sub and Ramsus plunged into the dark blue water first, followed instantly by Maynard. They reached the shore at about the same time, encountering a woman on the shoreline fishing.
"You. Where are we?" Ramsus demanded coolly. But the realization had already hit him like a brick thrown off the top of a building. The woman's dumbfounded stare at the submarine that had just surfaced from the water and the appearance of the two men that swam out from it told the whole story.
It really sucked to be dead wrong.
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Date: 03 Mar 2002 18:18:50 EST
"Admiral. We're picking up something I think you should take a listen at." Maynard glanced coolly back at Ramsus..interupting his thoughts.
"Fine." Ramsus vaulted himself from his chair and crossed the bridge of the sub, taking the radar headphones from Maynard and clasping them down over his ears. A low gurgling noise could be heard, but that was expected. It was the engine turbines stirring their way through the water, a sound Ramsus was all to familiar with..everyone on this crew should be familiar with it. That's what irritated him, and his amber eyes were inflamed with anger when he
glared at Maynard and attempted to inform him of such.
"Maynard, why in the hell would y--." Ramsus was cut off sharply by a loud bump in the static-gurgling noise on the headphones. "What the hell was that?" His mind began whirling through the virtual encyclopedia of marine radar noises but he couldn't come up with one.
"We've got a readout of the noise, and as you'll see in a moment, sir, it continues to get closer because the noise becomes more frequent." Maynard reached for a small scrap of paper unraveling itself from a nearby printer as Ramsus continued to listen to the noise. Sure enough, the bump happened again, a bit quicker this time. The next time Ramsus heard it, he had counted to 20 between the bumps. That meant it was about 10 nauts away, but he
couldn't pinpoint it's speed.
Maynard handed the readout to him and Ramsus read it over, those golden yellow eyes growing with confusion as he looked to Maynard once more. "Do you really believe that a bump like that could be packing this much power?" He asked after glancing over the paper three or four times. Maynard shrugged in response, but the tools on the sub were state-of-the-art, they were right 99% of the time. Maybe they had been damaged, however.
"We think that it may be another electrical storm, like the one that brought us to this godforsaken place." Maynard suggested. "Myself and the communications officers notice a trend between what we heard before we encountered the one that sent us here and the noises we're picking up now."
Ramsus unsteadily tossed the piece of paper on top of some blank dials. "Head toward the noise." He commanded, thinking all the while that this was what the crew and himself had been waiting for to some degree. A chance to leave Rhydin was a chance to reclaim their lives. Normally, such a dangerous order would be strongly advised against, but the crew wanted to leave and they began to steer the submarine to something that could quite readily cost
them their lives.
Leaving Rhydin...Ramsus ran the idea over in his mind all the way back to his seat. Usually, he'd have come up with a response by then. His mind worked quickly, but he kept that fact hidden from people. Now he was as confused as he was about this supposed "electrical storm" and the one before it. Rhydin had introduced him to things that could give him bottomless reserves of power and wealth, did he really want to leave? He didn't know..he missed
certain things about the Crescent Islands. His crew had family and he knew they were eager to get back to them. But what if this storm took them to a different place, somewhere worse? There wasn't a way to turn back now, he had to wait and see what would happen.
Maynard turned to look at Ramsus and they both nodded. They knew how far they were from the center of the storm when they started moving toward it and both of their marine minds had clipped off the pace of the ship and the predicted pace of the storm. They were almost there, and they both knew it. Before either of them could speak though, the sub lurched forward and Ramsus was thrown violently from his seat, flipping over the rail in front of him and
landing on the lower part of the bridge. The emergency lights began flashing and what sirens were in commission began blaring. Too familiar, Ramsus thought as he pulled himself to his feet shakily. The next thing that happened was the power going out. The whole sub experienced a rolling blackout within instants of Ramsus' thought and everything was silent.
The next thing that happened wasn't expected by him or any of the crew. The sub flooded with light and every single machine hummed into life, right down to the very last knob and dial. Ramsus looked to Maynard and they both pointed to above their head, they were going up. Everyone else knew it too. Maynard punched a few keys on a nearby control panel quickly, his fingers flying expertly over the board and the sub began to rise from the depths to the
surface.
"You do that like the last time you did it was moments ago." Ramsus commented, and although he hated to admit it, a flush of excitement rushed through him as he thought they might be home.
"I practiced even though most of the machines were broken. Besides, how could I forget it?" Maynard commented and actually cracked a smile for the first time in months.
The two, Admiral and Commander, crossed the bridge in close quarters and walked down the long hallways of the interior of the sub with light steps and light hearts. Ramsus kept a granite impassive face however, and Maynard gleefully exploited his happiness.
"This changes nothing. We're still pirates and Imperial enemies." Ramsus commented as the doors of the elevator they boarded slid shut with a sterile quietness.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Maynard responded. That was the truth though, they both had come up with the idea of resorting to piracy and Ramsus didn't think Maynard would fold out on him, despite the fact it would be dangerous for his wife and children, but they also benefited from it.
The doors of the elevator slid open quietly, and Ramsus and Maynard walked the few short paces to the steel ladder leading up to the pothole that opened out to the surface. Ramsus climbed up first, pounding on the pothole with his fist after turning the knob a few times. Sunlight flooded down into the hole, forcing the Admiral to squint his eyes and casting Maynard's face at the bottom of the ladder in light. Ramsus pushed through and Maynard
followed him, both scrambling out onto the outer part of the submarine. They were fortunate, once again. Land was within swimming distance of the sub and Ramsus plunged into the dark blue water first, followed instantly by Maynard. They reached the shore at about the same time, encountering a woman on the shoreline fishing.
"You. Where are we?" Ramsus demanded coolly. But the realization had already hit him like a brick thrown off the top of a building. The woman's dumbfounded stare at the submarine that had just surfaced from the water and the appearance of the two men that swam out from it told the whole story.
It really sucked to be dead wrong.
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From: ramsustidewater@aol.com (Ramsus Tidewater)
Date: 03 Mar 2002 18:20:13 EST
The Return To Rhydin..
When they sailed into that electrical storm, all of the crew and half of Ramsus hoped that they would never have to worry about such a statement. But here they were, docking in the same location that they had before. The crew disappointedly disembarked from the submarine and Ramsus dismissed them for the day. He returned to his room at the Inn for the first time in weeks, finding 2 letters waiting for him. The first one piqued his interest..it was
from a woman, a woman he didn't know. Reading over the letter, his interest was enflamed. It had apparently been sent to a handful of people and the prospects of what it promised were unfathomable. He was a bit irritated at the role he had been designated as, but then he realized that he never let these people realize what he was capable of, time would reveal that to them. He didn't respond to it, however, because of the second letter. The one
announcing the Duel of Swords quarterly Warlord Tournament. The prizes were an uninterrupted shot at Overlord and the Sixth Baronial Ring...the same ring Ramsus used to possess. That settled everything for him.
He wrote a letter for his bid in the Tournament, but left it unsigned. He then sat back and read over the first letter again and smiled. They would know his answer when he showed up at the Tournament. He was different now, the second time he descended upon the Duels it wasn't going to be a matter of "muscle" it was going to be a matter of "mind and muscle". He learned to balance the two in his life, but for the first time he was going to unleash both
of them to get what he wanted, and he was apparently in good company to do that.
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Date: 03 Mar 2002 18:20:13 EST
The Return To Rhydin..
When they sailed into that electrical storm, all of the crew and half of Ramsus hoped that they would never have to worry about such a statement. But here they were, docking in the same location that they had before. The crew disappointedly disembarked from the submarine and Ramsus dismissed them for the day. He returned to his room at the Inn for the first time in weeks, finding 2 letters waiting for him. The first one piqued his interest..it was
from a woman, a woman he didn't know. Reading over the letter, his interest was enflamed. It had apparently been sent to a handful of people and the prospects of what it promised were unfathomable. He was a bit irritated at the role he had been designated as, but then he realized that he never let these people realize what he was capable of, time would reveal that to them. He didn't respond to it, however, because of the second letter. The one
announcing the Duel of Swords quarterly Warlord Tournament. The prizes were an uninterrupted shot at Overlord and the Sixth Baronial Ring...the same ring Ramsus used to possess. That settled everything for him.
He wrote a letter for his bid in the Tournament, but left it unsigned. He then sat back and read over the first letter again and smiled. They would know his answer when he showed up at the Tournament. He was different now, the second time he descended upon the Duels it wasn't going to be a matter of "muscle" it was going to be a matter of "mind and muscle". He learned to balance the two in his life, but for the first time he was going to unleash both
of them to get what he wanted, and he was apparently in good company to do that.
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