Adrian had been lounging about earlier that day, calm and light and free as a bird. It didn't much bother him that they were out of Rum, they still had water and other supplies, so they weren't going to die or anything, so what was the problem? He simply was going to do his job and have his fun when it came. But then the captain announced they were attacking a nearby island, and then Adrian was up on his feet so fast, you would've thought he was built out of springs.<br/><br/>A raid? he thought. Perfect! A raid meant action, meant a fight, and maybe even a good one! Most of the crew had long since stopped challenging him, and it was pretty boring without some sort of challenge. In no time at all, Adrian was ready for the raid, rope coiled and ready, the metal plate on his back adjusted, tweaked and oiled up.<br/><br/>The captain, in her wisdom, quietly maneuvered the ship above the main town of the island in the dead of night. The tension was palpable, like a physical presence, another crew member standing right behind you ,ready to shove you into the dark abyss above the town. But it needn't have bothered in Adrian's case.<br/><br/>"Show them fear, you scurvy hounds!" the captain bellowed, but before she even got to the word fear, Adrian was off. He didn't waist time with dropping the climbing rope first, he just jumped, coiled rope in hand. It wasn't until he was half way to the ground that he suddenly gripped the line he had, letting the rest of the coil fall to the ground and slowing his momentum just enough. The ground rushed up to meet him, and at the very last second Adrian let go of the rope and rolled. It was at that moment that his hands fled to the metal contraption on his back. His hands brushed against two subtle panels on the long, narrow end facing up, and with a gentle push and a click, two clockwork sabers seemingly leapt out. Adrian finished the roll standing upright and snatched the blades out of the air.  He had arrived.<br/><br/>Most of the crew landed and immediately went after the civilians having their party, and Adrian left them too it, instead he ignored most of the citizens and ran east only followed by a few other crew members who knew him best. The armory was to the west to be sure, but mister TTT would have that covered, Adrian wanted the military installments, the barricade. He wanted the real fighters.<br/><br/>For the first dozen yards, Adrian only took passing swipes at some of the civilians that cowered away from him, allowing the less focused crew members to think about them. But in no time at all he ran into the first person with an actual weapon, a young looking man carrying a rifle complete with bayonet. The boy panicked at the sight of someone charging at them and immediately lashed out with the barrel of the gun. Almost completely on instinct, Adrian dodged effortlessly under the attack and slashed at the boy's right knee with one blade, and at his underarm with the other. The two swords slashed effortlessly through his flesh, tearing tendons and skin. The boy collapsed instantly, unable to move his gun arm or leg as Adrian moved on without so much as pausing. He could only think of how disappointing his first contact had been.<br/><br/>*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*<br/><br/>The rest of the 'militia' of the town was no more impressive. A dozen men fell almost as easily as to Adrian and the three or four followers behind him, and to his uttermost dismay, he didn't find the commanding officer. In no time at all, they reached the water barricade, finding only a few cannons and some sleepy, undertrained guards. It took only a half hour at most to round the people of the town up. The other members of the crew were cheering as the captain made the residents cower in fear. Adrian only scowled.<br/><br/>"Damn First Mate got to the Captain of the Guard all to himself and he shoots the poor bastard?" Adrian mumbled under his breath. "What a waist of a good fight. He could have at least saved him for me to fight later. Hell, we could have lied to him and said 'We will spare you if you can defeat us in one on one combat,' or some such tripe, but nooooo, he had to be all efficient." With a lazy swipe, Adrian took a bottle of rum from a near by table and started to drink, not much caring what it tasted like. He just needed a drink.<br/><br/>Some of the other crew, already drunk with reveling, snickered at Adrian's discontent, but even inebriated let him be. They might have had a hard time counting higher then five (less, if they were missing a few fingers), but they knew a hornets nest when they saw one, and they knew better then to kick it.