Prologue: The Fifth Fleet Set Sail ---
Apr 22, 2020 0:09:03 GMT -5
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The sounds of the interior of a ship filled with crew members can be seen, as the ship sails through the Pacific Ocean, with the hopes that it will be able to dock in Miami within the next day or so. Or at least, that's what the ship's captain stated when one of the passengers inquired about time of porting about three hours ago. It's probably safe to assume that the timeframe hasn't changed within three hours.
Especially as there hasn't been an announcement indicating that rough seas or other potential issues have arisen. Which is a key indicator that it is smooth sailing. A positive, especially when you have approximately 350 people on the ship. All itching to get to land so that they can commence the task that has been set out for them.
For you see, this ship isn't your ordinary ship.
No. This ship is carrying the group of hunters known as the "Fifth Fleet" and their respective handlers. All awaiting instructions from the commander or the Fleet's Team Leader as to what shall be required of them once they make it to land.
Whether that be scouting out information, researching and gathering materials or actively hunting prey under the banner of the Commission and its shining Sapphire Star.
Panning around, pockets of people can be seen sitting around tables, getting to know one another as well as eating the meals provided (either chicken or fish at this time) and drinking beverages. Some alcoholic, some non-alcoholic. The usual "ice breakers" when you meet new people.
Especially those who you are aligned with for a common cause.
Soon though, our attention turns to one table in particular. Towards the right-hand side of the room; close to the back window, sit three people.
One one side, a male and a female and on the other side, a singular female. All 3 seem to be engaged in jovial discourse and there is a bottle of Coors in front of the male and a Sprite in front of the singular female.
Male: So, you're here with the fifth fleet?
The female nods, as the male looks over to his partner. Both sharing a smile as the male returns his focus to his newly identified colleague.
Male: So are we! Nice to meet you. My names Michael and this ---
He points to the female sitting next to him, as she smiles before extending her hand out for a handshake.
Michael: --- is my handler, Jasmine.
Jasmine: Nice to meet you.
Michael smiles as the female extends her hand out, allowing Jasmine, then Michael to clasp; shake it.
Michael: What's your name?
The female looks at him, her eyes almost lost in a trance or thought of some kind, before she registers the question he had asked. Or hadn't realised she had forgotten to tell them her name during the greetings.
Female: Alvara.
Jasmine and Michael smile upon hearing her name leave her lips.
Michael: That's a nice name.
Alvara laughs to herself slightly. She hadn't really thought too much about her name, only that she knows that it was her father's final gift to her before he passed away after a car accident before she was born.
Her mother had told her that story to constantly remind Alvara her dad was looking down upon her. Smiling as she becomes the blossoming woman seen before our very eyes. Her own personal guardian angel in a sense.
It is then, that Jasmine notices the empty seat next to her, turning to Michael.
Jasmine: Have you found your handler yet?
Alvara looks at Jasmine, confused as to what she means.
Alvara: My --- handler?
Michael places his right hand atop Alvara's left hand, calmly smiling.
Michael: We usually work in teams of two. One handler and one hunter. It's easier to divide up the duties that way; allows us to focus on hunting the prey and the Handlers to focus on everything else.
Alvara nods, as she casts a glance over to a female standing at the window on the opposite side of the room. Her eyes drifting away as she stares blankly towards the ocean. Much in the manner, a lookout would do from within a lighthouse.
Pushing herself up from her oak seat, she slowly walks over to the woman, noticing that she's almost like a statue with how still; focused she is on the ocean. Almost as if she is in a trance - much like Alvara herself had been at the table prior. Taking a deep breath, she clears her throat.
Alvara: Hello.
The female slightly tilts her head towards Alvara, smiling.
Female: Isn't it beautiful? The sounds of waves crashing. The sparkle of the water as it ripples. It's so serene. So calming.
Alvara nods in agreement, as the female tilts her head back to the ocean. As if she didn't even notice that Alvara was standing there despite tilting her head.
Alvara: Hello?
Her tone firmer in nature, Alvara turns her head to look at Michael and Jasmine. Concerned she might be talking to the wrong person. That this might not be her handler before the female tilts her head again. This time pivoting her body around to face her.
Female: Oh sorry. Was just admiring the ocean. Howdy there.
She smiles as Alvara tilts her head back around, looking into her chocolate brown eyes.
Alvara: It's okay. I just wanted to ask you something.
The female smiles warmly.
Female: Sure.
Alvara takes a deep breath, attempting to formulate the best manner in which to ask this question. After all, she had forgotten what the Commander stated about Hunters and Handlers working in tandems until Michael brought it up minutes ago. So, she knows this question might come across as surprisingly upfront to the female.
To an extent, it is, even if it's a question Alvara needs to ask in order to either confirm she is or eliminate her from being her partner. Or handler as they are called.
Alvara: Are you my handler?
The female looks at her, slightly taken aback by the question, but softly smiles.
Alvara: Sorry ---.
The female shakes her head.
Female: No. It's okay. Are you Alvara?
Alvara nods, slightly confused as to how she would know her name - she hadn't told her it. Yet at the same time, she realises that this has to be her handler if she knows who she is without prompting.
Alvara: Yes.
The female smiles as she extends her right hand.
Female: Then yes. I am. I'm Lauren, but you can call me Handler if you want. Either name is fine by me.
Alvara clasps her hand with her left hand and shakes it before releasing.
Alvara: Okay. You should come and join our group over at the table. There's plenty of chicken to go around.
Lauren smiles as Alvara turns around; begins to head back to the table where she had been sitting prior. Lauren in tow.
Reaching her seat, she smiles at Michael and Jasmine as a non-verbal manner of informing them that she had found her handler/partner while Lauren sits atop the empty seat next to her. Extending her right hand out to Jasmine and Michael for them to shake.
Alvara: Jasmine, Michael. I'd like you to meet my handler, Lauren.
Jasmine is the first to extend her own right hand in response, shaking Lauren's before releasing her soft grip so that Michael can shake it. As per the tradition of the commission and the fifth fleet.
Jasmine: Nice to meet you.
Lauren: Nice to meet you too.
After exchanging greetings, Alvara slides a plate over to Lauren, so that she can begin partaking in the festivities as the boat continues to make its way towards the shore; the hunting can truly commence. Or rather, so that the Hunters (including Alvara) can receive their first assignment; commence fulfilling the wishes and desires of the commission whilst exploring the New World.
Placing some chicken onto her plate, Lauren looks across at Alvara. A relaxed look upon her face as the Hunter lifts a chicken leg to her mouth; chowing down on it.
She wishes to learn more about her partner, as right now - Alvara is an enigma to her. Why would someone with her looks. Her beauty choose this as the path they wish to wander down in life?
She has that model style of look to her, yet is living a Hunter's life. A life of savagery and service. The left corner of her mouth curling up, she takes a bite out of the chicken breast she had grabbed before sighing whilst Alvara takes a swig of her sprite.
Alvara: Everything okay?
Lauren tilts her head, slightly jumping. Not realising Alvara had heard her sigh.
Lauren: Yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking.
Alvara: Alright. Just wanted to make sure.
Alvara nods her head as she returns her attention to the plate in front of her. Knowing that tomorrow, they will be reaching land. That it is then, that the fun will truly commence and she will learn just what being a Hunter truly entails.
End.
TBC
Especially as there hasn't been an announcement indicating that rough seas or other potential issues have arisen. Which is a key indicator that it is smooth sailing. A positive, especially when you have approximately 350 people on the ship. All itching to get to land so that they can commence the task that has been set out for them.
For you see, this ship isn't your ordinary ship.
No. This ship is carrying the group of hunters known as the "Fifth Fleet" and their respective handlers. All awaiting instructions from the commander or the Fleet's Team Leader as to what shall be required of them once they make it to land.
Whether that be scouting out information, researching and gathering materials or actively hunting prey under the banner of the Commission and its shining Sapphire Star.
Panning around, pockets of people can be seen sitting around tables, getting to know one another as well as eating the meals provided (either chicken or fish at this time) and drinking beverages. Some alcoholic, some non-alcoholic. The usual "ice breakers" when you meet new people.
Especially those who you are aligned with for a common cause.
Soon though, our attention turns to one table in particular. Towards the right-hand side of the room; close to the back window, sit three people.
One one side, a male and a female and on the other side, a singular female. All 3 seem to be engaged in jovial discourse and there is a bottle of Coors in front of the male and a Sprite in front of the singular female.
Male: So, you're here with the fifth fleet?
The female nods, as the male looks over to his partner. Both sharing a smile as the male returns his focus to his newly identified colleague.
Male: So are we! Nice to meet you. My names Michael and this ---
He points to the female sitting next to him, as she smiles before extending her hand out for a handshake.
Michael: --- is my handler, Jasmine.
Jasmine: Nice to meet you.
Michael smiles as the female extends her hand out, allowing Jasmine, then Michael to clasp; shake it.
Michael: What's your name?
The female looks at him, her eyes almost lost in a trance or thought of some kind, before she registers the question he had asked. Or hadn't realised she had forgotten to tell them her name during the greetings.
Female: Alvara.
Jasmine and Michael smile upon hearing her name leave her lips.
Michael: That's a nice name.
Alvara laughs to herself slightly. She hadn't really thought too much about her name, only that she knows that it was her father's final gift to her before he passed away after a car accident before she was born.
Her mother had told her that story to constantly remind Alvara her dad was looking down upon her. Smiling as she becomes the blossoming woman seen before our very eyes. Her own personal guardian angel in a sense.
It is then, that Jasmine notices the empty seat next to her, turning to Michael.
Jasmine: Have you found your handler yet?
Alvara looks at Jasmine, confused as to what she means.
Alvara: My --- handler?
Michael places his right hand atop Alvara's left hand, calmly smiling.
Michael: We usually work in teams of two. One handler and one hunter. It's easier to divide up the duties that way; allows us to focus on hunting the prey and the Handlers to focus on everything else.
Alvara nods, as she casts a glance over to a female standing at the window on the opposite side of the room. Her eyes drifting away as she stares blankly towards the ocean. Much in the manner, a lookout would do from within a lighthouse.
Pushing herself up from her oak seat, she slowly walks over to the woman, noticing that she's almost like a statue with how still; focused she is on the ocean. Almost as if she is in a trance - much like Alvara herself had been at the table prior. Taking a deep breath, she clears her throat.
Alvara: Hello.
The female slightly tilts her head towards Alvara, smiling.
Female: Isn't it beautiful? The sounds of waves crashing. The sparkle of the water as it ripples. It's so serene. So calming.
Alvara nods in agreement, as the female tilts her head back to the ocean. As if she didn't even notice that Alvara was standing there despite tilting her head.
Alvara: Hello?
Her tone firmer in nature, Alvara turns her head to look at Michael and Jasmine. Concerned she might be talking to the wrong person. That this might not be her handler before the female tilts her head again. This time pivoting her body around to face her.
Female: Oh sorry. Was just admiring the ocean. Howdy there.
She smiles as Alvara tilts her head back around, looking into her chocolate brown eyes.
Alvara: It's okay. I just wanted to ask you something.
The female smiles warmly.
Female: Sure.
Alvara takes a deep breath, attempting to formulate the best manner in which to ask this question. After all, she had forgotten what the Commander stated about Hunters and Handlers working in tandems until Michael brought it up minutes ago. So, she knows this question might come across as surprisingly upfront to the female.
To an extent, it is, even if it's a question Alvara needs to ask in order to either confirm she is or eliminate her from being her partner. Or handler as they are called.
Alvara: Are you my handler?
The female looks at her, slightly taken aback by the question, but softly smiles.
Alvara: Sorry ---.
The female shakes her head.
Female: No. It's okay. Are you Alvara?
Alvara nods, slightly confused as to how she would know her name - she hadn't told her it. Yet at the same time, she realises that this has to be her handler if she knows who she is without prompting.
Alvara: Yes.
The female smiles as she extends her right hand.
Female: Then yes. I am. I'm Lauren, but you can call me Handler if you want. Either name is fine by me.
Alvara clasps her hand with her left hand and shakes it before releasing.
Alvara: Okay. You should come and join our group over at the table. There's plenty of chicken to go around.
Lauren smiles as Alvara turns around; begins to head back to the table where she had been sitting prior. Lauren in tow.
Reaching her seat, she smiles at Michael and Jasmine as a non-verbal manner of informing them that she had found her handler/partner while Lauren sits atop the empty seat next to her. Extending her right hand out to Jasmine and Michael for them to shake.
Alvara: Jasmine, Michael. I'd like you to meet my handler, Lauren.
Jasmine is the first to extend her own right hand in response, shaking Lauren's before releasing her soft grip so that Michael can shake it. As per the tradition of the commission and the fifth fleet.
Jasmine: Nice to meet you.
Lauren: Nice to meet you too.
After exchanging greetings, Alvara slides a plate over to Lauren, so that she can begin partaking in the festivities as the boat continues to make its way towards the shore; the hunting can truly commence. Or rather, so that the Hunters (including Alvara) can receive their first assignment; commence fulfilling the wishes and desires of the commission whilst exploring the New World.
Placing some chicken onto her plate, Lauren looks across at Alvara. A relaxed look upon her face as the Hunter lifts a chicken leg to her mouth; chowing down on it.
She wishes to learn more about her partner, as right now - Alvara is an enigma to her. Why would someone with her looks. Her beauty choose this as the path they wish to wander down in life?
She has that model style of look to her, yet is living a Hunter's life. A life of savagery and service. The left corner of her mouth curling up, she takes a bite out of the chicken breast she had grabbed before sighing whilst Alvara takes a swig of her sprite.
Alvara: Everything okay?
Lauren tilts her head, slightly jumping. Not realising Alvara had heard her sigh.
Lauren: Yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking.
Alvara: Alright. Just wanted to make sure.
Alvara nods her head as she returns her attention to the plate in front of her. Knowing that tomorrow, they will be reaching land. That it is then, that the fun will truly commence and she will learn just what being a Hunter truly entails.
End.
TBC
