Chapter 1: The Great Festival

May 16th, 2038 

İstanbul, Turkey

It was a warm 9:55 pm in Rüstem Paşa, Fatih/İstanbul, Turkey, where a festival. FestiCelebrationthe defenders of the deep the defenders of the seven seas. They're called The Ocean Patrons. They were created to do one job, keep the pirates at Bay and in line.  

It was the founder of Cornwall Matthews in 1988. He forged this organization after losing his closest friend to pirates.

The Ocean Patrons were independent groups of Investors that made and sold guns to other independent businesses and other countries to help combat Pirating throughout the world. As well as a military group.

At the time they were introduced, they were Inexperience, disorganized and new. Plus, the majority of the Ocean Patrons  Company didn't know the first thing on how to run a military organization. They were Investors, not soldiers. 

Shortly after the public scrutinized them, he was Being berated as senile, gun-wielding, children given no rhyme or reason to exist in the first place. But that did not stop Cornwall. He put 50 years of his own life building his company's reputation into a competent workforce of Justice.

Cornwall passed away in 2013 And gave the new organization to his right-hand man Captain Benjamin.

Each commander had a unique personality that was unique to them. Like, Commander Henderson, A big blocky musclehead with no balls, Or good taste. He's the patron's OX.

Commander Alpha a slender flam, buoyant, white-haired Looney tune, with no life or morals, and sometimes a little narrow-minded. He's the patron's CEO.

Commander Bane an average Joe "how?" "and..uh.....Nope, that's it." "he's just average." "like.....C- average." "Body wise."

Personality-wise, he's a headache. An Annoying headache that nobody likes, but they have to put up with him as the Patrons border director, and finally the leader of this clown show Commander Benjamin. I'll get to him later. I got a lot to say about him.

The people act as generally as you expect at a festival. Food, drinks, dancing presence, gifs, celebrations, all that jazz. Above the festival with their pride and joy, the Vermilion. A zeppelin The size of a baseball field, made of titanium steel, was created to be a genuinely indestructible Fortress of terror and war. "I'm exaggerating, but it is pretty terrifying if you think about it."

  In the center of the festival was captain Benjamin, Who's now preparing to give a speech of gratitude and respect. But in the most pompous voice imaginable. 

"Hello hello, people of Istanbul. It is an honor for you to have me." "Everybody is looking beautiful today. I could see the women with their make-up real nice." The men are attractive as well, I would even date or marry them, but I won't." Because I'm straight." The audience giggle. "I am truly blessed to have people like my crewmates, My family, my followers, and The mighty pride of the sky." "The Vermilion."

"But it's not all sunshine and rainbows, my people." "I will be serious." "I know nowadays that this Organisation hasn't set the same standards that we put upon ourselves." "However, we will do better" "Like always." "We will do better." "Right, we all deserve a second chance." "Currently, we are getting better slowly though folks, and for those who don't agree with us are Pirate terrorist who loves to prey on the weak."

"We will bring peapeaceno we will bring stability referendum, personality, to all the seven seas of this great gorgeous world we call planet Earth, People." "We will not let those dirty terrorists ruin our good planet by flooding more of our world." We will keep them away; we will keep them at Bay; we will clean up the Earth that they keep polluting!" 

"WE ARE YOUR SAVIOURS!"

As the audience gets louder and louder every time, his speech goes on. KABOOM! 

A little cathedral right next to the Festival Overflowing with fire and smoke. The people are petrified. It was a terrorist attack. Captain Benjamin Fearing for his life Fled the scene with his crew, While one of his Commander Henderson barking out orders To put out the fire, while Alpha Escort the public to safety.

 Meanwhile, as the festival was going through a disaster, a man in the vermilion's security room panicked. "We have an injured civilian, I repeat, injured civilians get medical attention!" Screams coming from the man's walkie-talkie. "We need backup!" "Get the fire department!" "Clear the civilians!" The Major in the security Room scrambles. "Reporting in lieutenant calling all nearby operators Within 3 miles!"  

 While the security major

reports a bombing, a janitor wearing gloves arrives into the room slowly. Sweeping the floor while the security major wasn't looking, assuming that he didn't see him. Then when the janitor got close to the man. Gently pulls out a Coil Defense 45 ACP Pistol, Aimed at the man's head.

The security guard, making calls, was Unaware of his quick end. was making calls. "We will arrive  Momentarily." Says the fire Department. "Great." "Thank you." "Please stay on the line for further instructions." "Yes, ok." "Hey." Says the janitor in a calm voice. The man quickly circled and took a bullet to the head. 

His body flew back against the counter, blood against the monitor, cups, papers, documents, Scatter Like confetti, and the man's corpse collapsed on the floor, rinsed in blood. The gun had a silencer. Quick and painless. All according to plan. Voice comes from another radio. The janitor's radio. "Is it done?" the janitor replies. "Yeah." "I got him."

"Alright, K-12, Disrupt their compass, steal the sheet, and get out of there." "Aye aye, captain." The janitor bolts Through the security doors  While the fireman is on the line. "Hello, are you still there? Hello, hello." Heading down a zeppelin corridor, The janitor began  Sprinting down the Hall to find their Navigation Room. 

Meanwhile, the man on the walkie-talkie in a shadowy silhouette starts to snicker. "Hehe, All right, crew, the torch has been lit." Said the man. "Z-12, F-78, cause a commotion while K-12 is Still in there." "Got it." "Right away, captain." The others respond.

Suddenly the soldiers hear a faraway vehicle getting closer and closer as if it's coming right towards them. Then. CRASH! An armored vehicle is coming out of an alleyway, driving straight towards the campaign Rally! Hitting a few pedestrians and Aiming directly for the soldiers!

 A few soldiers dodge while the van crashes into a park bench. 2 men wearing Steampunk armor from the truck kicked down their doors In dramatics and started throwing flashbangs.

As the flash goes o, five other figures come from the screaming crowd, firing upon the soldiers and shooting them dead.

The remaining soldiers duck behind a small building. "Sir Henderson!" "It's the Blackberry Buccaneers!" "Bring a firing regiment immediately!" "What!" "Where are they, Trooper!" Said Henderson with veins popping out of his head. 

"Those damned barbarians." "Where are you right now, Soldier?" "We're across the street from the campaign rally!" "They're using an armored truck as their shield!" " 5 of them clash with our men." 

He began to inhale and exhale

"OK, I'm sending my regiment to you." box in those remaining 5."  He inhales and exhales again. "Don't submit them until I get there." He says menacingly. "I sir a waiting Calvary.

Then right after he said that. Nine warplanes rip through the sky with such force it could break the sound barrier. They were overflowing the sky with Charcoal smoke and ash. The plains colors or all black, while The pattern Stripes of the planes were white, purple, and gold, Riddled with stickers of blackberries on the front of the aircraft.

The pilot reports in. "AC-90 standing by waiting for further orders, captain." "Understood AC" "Begin are fireworks display." "Aye aye, captain!" "OK, boyz, fire on sight, and kick some ass!"

The fleet circles back to the battlefield, one of the pilots switches the settings on his monitor to infrared; on it were several patrons soldiers. "I spot them, commander." says The pilot. "Good, Smoke 'Em."

The planes blasted those men into pace. Rip them like paper. Even Henderson's Reinforcement didn't survive the carnage.

Back to the shadowy silhouetted man, he turned to face a young lady, Leaning against a bookshelf sipping tea.

The man speaks to her in and gentlemanly Manner. "Well, princess, it's time to depart." "Very soon, my crew will find the documents that we've been searching for." "So leaving now At the earliest convenience will be much appreciated, madame."

"Oh, A Gentleman pirate!" "How unique." The lady replies In her British accent. The lady starts to gather her things and sprint walking towards the door. As the man followed her out, she stopped for a moment.

"Are you sure you're gonna get the sheet?" She worries. The man looking annoyed Recuperates. "Lady lady lady." "How many times do I have to tell you." Don't worry; you're pretty little head." "Trust me, we're are professionals; we'll get you that treasure. Have a little faith, ma'am, please."

"I'm sorry, it's just most of my employers fail me up to this point." The man starts to snicker again.

With this treasure, it's worth dying for, especially for a client like you.