CLOSED MAIN STORY The Evrensel Conflict: Prologue -- The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday -- UTOPIA

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"Everyone." Yua called out, soon smoothing out the note as she set her Shot Riser on her belt again. Yua looked to the one who wished to team up, "If you're serious about teaming up, and anyone else considering the option- it would be best if you listened to this." Yua read the note out loud, soon looking towards the others.

"Does this mean anything to any of you?"
"Eh, not really. Sounds like the ramblings of every other doomsday prophet you'd see in the Backstreets. Does fit in with the hopeless vibe the bodies give off though. Maybe they got spooked by something before they died?" Oliver responded casually to the lady's question.

The bodies are in a state of decomposition, obviously. However, you lack the data or knowledge to sufficiently date the age of the cadavers. Despite this, you can infer some information from the scattering of their corpses. They were likely killed in either a struggle or succumbed to wounds taken previously. The latter is more likely, supported by the existence of the note.

You really don't know anybody who'd write a note right as their getting murdered. Too busy dying and all that. Maybe ask the other Fixe- well, Corp wagie? Eyuil's opinion on this.

Good idea, Oliver turns to Eyuil, "How 'bout you hoss. You got any ideas on the bodies? I got a working theory that they bled out instead of dying in a fight, but I've never had to deal with bodies this old."
"...I greet you, Sister , as Inquisitor Korvax Severin. Representative of the Ordo Xenos. To whom among the disciples of Saint Katherine do I have the honor to speak with ?"
Oh yeah, gotta do that again, ask after Eyuil's done, maybe?
 
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Portia whipped around to find the source of the fluttering and footsteps entering the room. She quickly identified them—cherubs, similar to the ones her Sisters brought into battle. These servitors carried enough weaponry to outfit a squad, and there was only one kind of person she knew who had need of such an array. Her eyes drifted across the flock until they landed on the figure in the middle of them. She immediately recognized the Inquisitorial Rosette on the man's regalia. The symbol inspired fear among the lesser and respect among the formidable.

A realization dawned on the Sister Superior—the bolt explosion, the shadowy figure perched high, the unusual fighters coming to her aid. Whatever magic brought her here, she was fortunate enough to have landed in front of an Inquisitorial task force and for them to have witnessed her display of hatred against the cultists.

"Ave Imperator," Portia echoed in a spirited greeting, standing at attention. She had never worked with the Ordo Xenos, given the Deathwatch Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes was their chamber Militant, not the Sororitas. "The Emperor guides your hand, Inquisitor Severin; my thanks for a bolt well-placed. You speak with Sister Superior Portia Maxima." She expected to repay the deed in kind, but for the moment, she waited for him to speak again.
 
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As David prepared to make his strike on the approaching monster-pirate, the second before it was in place for him to act, a suppressed gunshot rang out across the deck; striking through the creature's head. With a loud thud, it fell over dead. When David looked over to see who fired, he would see a squad of strangers quickly moving across the hallway. "Hallway clear," a voice could be heard calling out to the others.

The squad was made up of six men, dressed in a combat uniform none of them would recognize. Except, of course, Jin Sakai. He immediately recognized them. And quickly pulled David away from the corner before their flashlights spotted the Heister. The quick movement startled the leader, who fired a few shots towards David, but all of them missed. "Movement, left-hand corner!" He shouted to his comrades. Quickly acting, Jin slammed the door shut to the room himself, David, Sev and Han were inside of, and turned the locking door wheel as far as it could go, then broke off a rusted piece of metal from the floor and slid it between the wheel to prevent it from being opened again.

The soldiers on the other side struggled to move it, but were quick to act as well. "Two men per side, go!" He ordered, before splitting off to find another way in. The room all four of them were in looked like a waiting room, with one of the walls partially collapsed. It gave a view to the outside, overlooking the whole opposite side lower deck.

They could see the monster-pirate-creatures still looking for another way inside the ship to follow after the lower deck team. Along with the approach of a large helicopter that seemed to appear from out of nowhere; only revealing itself via a large spotlight that was shined down along the deck. Machine gun fire from its main gun was spread across the deck, mowing down the monsters out in the open. Those still standing made a run for cover or disappear into the shadows. Ropes were then dropped from helicopter sides, and a dozen more of those soldiers came sliding down. Another chopper then appeared from the darkness and through the rain to join the other, dropping off yet more armed men.

"Damn," Jin muttered aloud, watching it from behind the partially collapsed wall, "Remember those locals I mentioned before? That's them there. And they aren't too friendly to 'scattered.' But what are they doing here in this storm?" As Jin pondered that...
One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your story is, or was, it will now become forever altered.
Something suddenly starts to feel different. The surrounding air feels strange, like there's a build up of static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. The ground vibrates, and small ripples of air begin flowing, at first as a calm breeze, but then growing more intense in strength. To the point where they become shockwaves visible to the naked eye. Whatever is causing it can be seen in the sky.

A beam of light passes through the atmosphere of the planet at incredible speed. From where it's aimed to hit the ground is what's causing the shockwaves and ground to shake, with the electrical current it's creating now becoming strong enough to interfere with electrical circuitry. And when it finally hits, the blast is like an atomic bomb going off. To stare directly at it would be like staring into the sun. It grows in size and begins engulfing everything, and before you can do anything to stop it, the blast engulfs you into it.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding light around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… You come out the other end.
Yet another scattered was finding themselves stranded aboard this half sunken ship. But, this time around, Chinatsu Okita was thrown into the fire, teleporting right in the middle of the arriving soldiers.
 
From the brief look that David got, his eyes went to the one place that wasn't armored. The legs. Their left thigh of the soldiers was exposed. A shotgun blast there would cripple them, and allow him to move on. He only finished processing this as the door was shot and the way was blocked. Processing what went on, he nods. "Thank you, you're a lifesaver."

He puts his knife away, and takes out his shotgun again. Thinking briefly of the groups sudden arrival and focus on operational speed, he nods as he comes to his conclusion. This was an extraction mission, the type he was very familiar with. "They're looking to capture somebody or something. We need to make our way to the others in the lower deck. Can you get us through the floor? Going outside's dangerous, I'd rather takes my chances dropping down. If not, we'll have to beat them in a protracted gunfight."

He waits for one of the rest of the group to respond before finalizing a plan of action. He'd like to go straight down into a lower part of the ship, allowing them more freedom of movement and space to ambush. That, and it puts them further away from the machine gun equipped helicopter outside. Though, on the bright side, there were four of them. He knew of people that faced way worse odds and came out on top, even if they were honor-less bastards with more skill than him.
 
Eyuil, L-Corp Branch Director (Disavowed)

The squeak of ragged, dirty shoe coverings on metal is completely drowned out by the sound of crashing cargo containers behind the former Director, bleeding off the momentum of a very spirited leap from his platform at the last second.

He had been fine enough to continue fighting the creatures - with their current performance, it would take hours of fighting for them to make a dent in his E.G.O Gear - but he held enough presence of mind to follow Oliver, Korvax, and the new arrivals into the corridor when they had begun to retreat. There is no sense sticking around when more of their kind would be on the way, especially with that Captain of theirs possibly joining the fray.

His red gaze snapped to watch as the entrance was completely blocked off, ton after ton of metal blocking the way back. There was no way to go back... but the creatures could not get in, either. He felt a tension release from his shoulders, even as he listened to Oliver brief the newcomers on the situation they found themselves in, his body straightening from its combat slouch as the soggy umbrellas on his back quivered with the sound of whispering fabric. Something about this boxed-in space... even as it unnerved others...

The rAIN... It's waRMeR inSIde...

...set him a bit more at ease. Perhaps it was his Gear, perhaps there was simply familiarity in a space he had spent such a long period in, as an L-corp Branch Director. It didn't matter all that much, in the end.

An ear on his hood flicked and turned to the new arrival, who had grabbed a note from the corpses that littered this intersection and read the contents aloud.

She swallowed hard, soon taking note of the pathway that split three-ways before everyone. She walked towards the body with the note crumbled in hand, "Everyone." Yua called out, soon smoothing out the note as she set her Shot Riser on her belt again. Yua looked to the one who wished to team up, "If you're serious about teaming up, and anyone else considering the option- it would be best if you listened to this." Yua read the note out loud, soon looking towards the others.

"Does this mean anything to any of you?"
"We have been abandoned. Our home is long gone now. If rescue was an option, it is too late. This world is a prison, even to those that lived here before we arrived. To those who find us, may your Gods protect your home. And if you have none, pray your kind can defend against the coming death. For there is no returning to the status quo. There is no going back to before. We are now obsolete."

A frown had drawn itself over his tired face at the end of it all, the tip of his umbrella being set on the floor as he hummed. It wasn't uncommon to find messages like that on corpses; some were more succinct, messages painted in crimson viscera and dying grasps, and more rarely were those who left actual logs before their death, whether as warnings or dying thoughts.

Sometimes, after a job to track down another, the only thing one could bring back was the body and those last, bloodied thoughts.

This was a warning, but for what exactly...? He didn't know. Perhaps it was merely mad ramblings... but it was rarely that simple, in situations like this. He remains silent as Korvax and the Sister - not one from the Middle, a different one - greeted each other amicably, gaze sweeping around the room in thought.

He's broken from his sullen reverie by a voice he was becoming quite familiar with.

Good idea, Oliver turns to Eyuil, "How 'bout you hoss. You got any ideas on the bodies? I got a working theory that they bled out instead of dying in a fight, but I've never had to deal with bodies this old."

Letting out a noncommital hum in response, Eyuil trekked over to the bodies to take a closer look at them, water continuing to drip from his eternally soaked hood in the same cadence. It had been a while since he had needed to put his tracker skills to use in actually identifying a cause of death... but perhaps old foxes could still have their tricks.

Even old, washed-up ones like him.

They had been here for a long while, that was for certain; their shrunken skin suggested that they had been here for at least a year and had been partially mummified - unable to properly rot away, perhaps because of their placement deep within this sunken ship. Further prodding and tugging of clothes revealed slash wounds, which did support Oliver's claim...

"...the wounds are too shallow," He finally said, dropping the arm he had been examining back to its owner's side with a dismissive gesture. "From how shrunken they were, I believe they starved to death."

His gaze looked to the three pathways into darkness in front of them.

"Perhaps they became lost and could not find a way out before they succumbed. It is hard to say for certain."
 
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As David prepared to make his strike on the approaching monster-pirate, the second before it was in place for him to act, a suppressed gunshot rang out across the deck; striking through the creature's head. With a loud thud, it fell over dead. When David looked over to see who fired, he would see a squad of strangers quickly moving across the hallway. "Hallway clear," a voice could be heard calling out to the others.

The squad was made up of six men, dressed in a combat uniform none of them would recognize. Except, of course, Jin Sakai. He immediately recognized them. And quickly pulled David away from the corner before their flashlights spotted the Heister. The quick movement startled the leader, who fired a few shots towards David, but all of them missed. "Movement, left-hand corner!" He shouted to his comrades. Quickly acting, Jin slammed the door shut to the room himself, David, Sev and Han were inside of, and turned the locking door wheel as far as it could go, then broke off a rusted piece of metal from the floor and slid it between the wheel to prevent it from being opened again.

The soldiers on the other side struggled to move it, but were quick to act as well. "Two men per side, go!" He ordered, before splitting off to find another way in. The room all four of them were in looked like a waiting room, with one of the walls partially collapsed. It gave a view to the outside, overlooking the whole opposite side lower deck.

They could see the monster-pirate-creatures still looking for another way inside the ship to follow after the lower deck team. Along with the approach of a large helicopter that seemed to appear from out of nowhere; only revealing itself via a large spotlight that was shined down along the deck. Machine gun fire from its main gun was spread across the deck, mowing down the monsters out in the open. Those still standing made a run for cover or disappear into the shadows. Ropes were then dropped from helicopter sides, and a dozen more of those soldiers came sliding down. Another chopper then appeared from the darkness and through the rain to join the other, dropping off yet more armed men.

"Damn," Jin muttered aloud, watching it from behind the partially collapsed wall, "Remember those locals I mentioned before? That's them there. And they aren't too friendly to 'scattered.' But what are they doing here in this storm?" As Jin pondered that...
One minute, you're home. Perhaps you are doing something of great importance, like saving the world from a great evil, or stopping some super-villain from destroying it, or even catching a robber before they can escape justice. Or maybe you have finished your quest, finally finding peace from just a long journey and preparing to kick up your feet. Maybe you are on the verge of death, avenging the loss of a loved one to some vicious brute or sadist. Maybe you are beginning that journey that will forever change you. Whatever your story is, or was, it will now become forever altered.
Something suddenly starts to feel different. The surrounding air feels strange, like there's a build up of static electricity. Your skin begins to tingle, while your feet no longer feel planted firmly against the ground, as though gravity is beginning to lighten. The ground vibrates, and small ripples of air begin flowing, at first as a calm breeze, but then growing more intense in strength. To the point where they become shockwaves visible to the naked eye. Whatever is causing it can be seen in the sky.

A beam of light passes through the atmosphere of the planet at incredible speed. From where it's aimed to hit the ground is what's causing the shockwaves and ground to shake, with the electrical current it's creating now becoming strong enough to interfere with electrical circuitry. And when it finally hits, the blast is like an atomic bomb going off. To stare directly at it would be like staring into the sun. It grows in size and begins engulfing everything, and before you can do anything to stop it, the blast engulfs you into it.

You feel like you're falling through the air; so fast you can't even open your eyes without them stinging by both the g-force of your flight and blinding light around you. Whatever you can see is faint, but you can just about notice the passing of stars, planets, supernovas, even black holes. Space is passing you by at the speed of light. Your center of gravity is completely gone, and all you can do is be thrown around by the incredible force that flings you across the galaxy.

All of reality blasts by you, and when it feels like your body is about to be ripped apart… You come out the other end.
Yet another scattered was finding themselves stranded aboard this half sunken ship. But, this time around, Chinatsu Okita was thrown into the fire, teleporting right in the middle of the arriving soldiers.
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Chinatsu Okita, The Black Striker

It was just another Tuesday in the year of 2049, in Japan, that Chinatsu had reported to the Tokyo headquarters of the global organization known as the Desolation, to take on another mission that only a Desolation Elite can truly grasp. To infiltrate the Classic Order, the very adversary of the Desolation, into their fortress known as 'Ark' within Kyoto and take care of the state-of-the-art weapon project that would turn the tide out of the Desolation's favor, Chinatsu back in her days of the Academy was vigorously trained in the ways of stealth, the darkness being her friend after over a decade's worth of being committed into the craft. The blonde-haired young woman in black nimbly navigated through the fortress in ease and stride, avoiding nano-neural network drones, anti-gravity mines, molecular mesh security barriers, and armed-to-the-teeth, exceptionally trained soldiers. Eliminating the very threats that got in her way, including the commander in charge of the operations whose neck she has snapped, she had stolen access to the level-5 research annex where the weapon project was.

She closed in on the weapon's room.. 'Aetherstar' was the very name listed within the room, at the center being a quasi-dimensional vortex generator with the uncanny ability to translocate matter across vast spatial distances instantly. Entangled states of atomic structures hinted at a technology capable of bending physical constants to its user's will, opening conduits to places untouchable by conventional travel means. Power so vast, that it may obliterate the strongest armies of the Desolation with the right usage.

Scanning the project's data with her phone, holographic lights surfacing onto the generator, she put her phone away and proceeded to summon C5 explosives everywhere throughout the room that would get the job done.

"Destruction of the Aetherstar commencing."

Her tone was flat, and her expression stone cold, especially effective in the art of assassination, hunting and infiltration. Bright red eyes scanned the entire room, ensuring the rigged detonative weaponry scattered around the critical part of Ark.

And thus, she ran through the hallways, and at the press of a button, setting off the blazing, fiery explosives that extended out towards the eastern halls of Ark. The fortress was in the midst of an alarm booming within the remarkably built establishment.

Such a concept breaking into a place such as this was the easiest, most trivial part of the mission. Breaking out of it, was the complex side of things. Air support units from attack helicopters to transport vehicles closed in on the top of the fortress, whilst the soldiers that have already been garrisoned within the area closed in with their advanced armor, weaponry and equipment, getting into position.

Rolling throughout the halls to react to and avoid gunfire, and having summoned an AC11 SMG to unleash a volley against the plethora of soldiers that stood in her way, all of that paled in comparison to what awaited her outside. In her mind, she knew that the center of Ark had the greatest amount of heat, and to take these forces head-on would be suicide, but the Black Striker had a plan imminent. She took the gateway to the center, where she was fully recognized by a half army of soldiers aiming towards her direction, helicopters with flashlights, rockets and machine guns on standby, anti-gravity mines planted moments before the encounter, and machine gun drones locked in on Chinatsu's lane.

"Hands in the air, Black Striker!" The chief, fully dressed in the proper Classic Order attire, yelled out through a megaphone from a helicopter. "We have you on lock! Come with us, and there will be no further complications!"


The lack of emotion in her eyes had indicated no fear whatsoever. However, she was going to utterly confuse the Classic Order force with her own set of plans to execute. She hung her hands up, and she was gonna take action in her escape.

Then.. it happened.

A beam of light that completely submerged the entire area into a bright white. She didn't bear a single thought to what may have happened to the soldiers around her, bearing the coldness that has always been with her, but rather, to her. Immersed into the bright, sun-like energy, she felt like it was the end in a way most bizarre.. until.. she motioned and bore with the light, making it to the other end.

It was at that moment, that she had found herself in a location particularly unfamiliar.

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Finding herself amid the plethora of soldiers who came from the air and onto the deck as well as the gunship in the sky, she acknowledged that she was outgunned and outnumbered in this type of scenario. Looking forth at the soldiers with blank eyes, acknowledging that they are imminent in detecting her especially in her position, she rose two hands above her head in surrender.
 
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"Damn," Jin muttered aloud, watching it from behind the partially collapsed wall, "Remember those locals I mentioned before? That's them there. And they aren't too friendly to 'scattered.' But what are they doing here in this storm?" As Jin pondered that...

Hao Zhan merely had a good look at the 'locals', as it gave him the impression that these individuals could likely be some sort of special forces. After all, considering the fact that their armoring was reminscient of their former captors, although they definitely seemed to be more human, rather than whatever automations manned that prison. Especially when they carried the same cannon-like armanents that some of the captors had before.

He had to understand how technology in this world has changed, or what kind of technology this new world has given rise to, considering the latter because of the fact that this land was familiar to neither of his current companions, save for their common benefactor Jin.
"They're looking to capture somebody or something. We need to make our way to the others in the lower deck. Can you get us through the floor? Going outside's dangerous, I'd rather takes my chances dropping down. If not, we'll have to beat them in a protracted gunfight."

Hao Zhan considering the merits of David's request, as he found very little that he could protest against.

After all, Hao Zhan would be very much happy to take the path of least resistance at the time being. Mainly due to the fact that he was not running at 100% of his full capability, lack of Spirit Power noted. Without much of it, he would not last long in a prolonged engagement with these individuals, considering that they have ranged capabilities, which can be a bane of a melee-oriented individual like him, even if he had a ranged skill of his own to mitigate the disadvantage.

"I agree with him." Hao Zhan nodded back. "We would do better to remain away from the main enemy forces, considering that we have no reason to provoke an engagement unless it would give us a clear way out of this situation."
 
Given their current abilities, Sevestre was inclined to stay with the other three. None of them had the skill to effectively back up the other half of the group, and thus the logical choice was to simply let that half handle their own problem. The half that Sevester was with was hindered. Granted, in the worst case scenario, they likely would have a chance to fight back, but the goal was to sneak away, not flank the enemy. Still, going through the floor would be difficult to do while trying to stay hidden. Even in the rough waves and strong winds, they'd need to act fast if they didn't want to get caught.

"The fastest way through would simply be to smash through. It would make quite a lot of noise, however. The quieter way would involve everyone using their blades to cut an entrance... Hm. The latter would definitely be more likely to keep us hidden."

Sevestre took out a deck of cards, and had them silently float and shuffle in front of himself. He would draw a card, use it to perform magic, and then put it back to do it again. He did this three times. once for each person. For Jin and Hao Zhan, he pulled the Balance card, which affect their physical abilities the most. Close-ranged precision, physical control, strength-attributes involving physical ability would temporarily be enhanced. As for David, the Spear card was drawn. It wouldn't be as effective as the Balance, but it would still enhance his physical traits a bit. Its true enhancement was on observation and range. Being able to spot flaws with little effort, the ability to throw a stone and hit a target a mile away, and whatnot. Whatever actions they so choose, they would have a better chance of going through with it now.

"What I just did was influence your immediate fates. Whatever course we decide on, my magic will assist you."
 
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As the lower deck group discussed amongst themselves, the floor slowly began to vibrate. Like something with a massive motor was passing across the bottom of the ship, and reverberated the water so much force, they could all feel it through their feet. The sound of something heavy clanking against the hull then echoed beneath them. Followed by slight screeching of metal being scratched. They could follow the sounds down the long corridor straight their way. When it reached past a large metal latch door, the sound of running water began to grow louder, along with the distinct hum of an engine.

To open the door would reveal what was making all that noise. A submarine. It was small, about thirty feet in length, and fifteen in diameter. Even with its black metal shell of a body, it was easy to see the rust forming down it, along the pipes and rudders, and along the hatch leading inside. It smelled of old seaweed and diesel fumes, and when its exhaust pipes were above the water, smoke began to billow out.

The room it rose up into looked to be where the engines of the ship used to be, before they had fallen into the waters of the shipyard. After several minutes of stillness, the latch to the sub was twisted open. Out popped the head of a man with a large handlebar mustache, and black bowler hat. He looked around the decrepit room, before calling out, "JIN! YOU AROUND?!"

Just peaking up aside the man's head was the barrel of a revolver he was holding. Just in case.
 
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"Perhaps they became lost and could not find a way out before they succumbed. It is hard to say for certain."
"Yeah... Yeah that makes sense." Oliver nodded along with Eyuil's explanation. He hadn't considered starvation, that was a first honestly...

Surprisingly, death due to starvation is not a subject that you have much information or experience on. An interesting data point to consider for future work.

Well, you do actually, just not in the way a person should die when they starve. Not the slow, empty void in your guts but the sudden disappearances when a kid's not useful anymore and they're tossed out the backdoor. Or the kitchen, either or.

THE WORLD GROWS IMPATIENT

Followed by slight screeching of metal being scratched. They could follow the sounds down the long corridor straight their way.

"Huh?" Oliver said, audibly confused, to seemingly nothing in particular. A good second or two even passed before anything actually happened to warrant the verbal confusion, coming in the form of a heavy grinding up ahead of the group until it inevitably stopped.

None of the debris outside of the ship should have the capacity to pierce through its metallic hull and as the ship itself is trapped, it cannot be any type of sea rock or iceberg. However, your experience with large bodies of water is extremely limited, and there may very well be sentient rocks ramming into sunken ships. Despite that, it would be fair to say that you have just heard a vehicle ram the ship we are on.

Now THAT'S actually new. You've only really interacted with vehicles when you had a job in the Nest or the really nice parts of the Backstreet. That guy's probably super rich if he has a whole ass boat.

YOU SHOULD MUG HIM

Agreed, "We should mug that guy." Oliver paused before continuing, "Or interact with whoever owns that boat, I dunno. Unless that's some sort of ship destroying monster rock, or a whale. I'm pretty sure that's a boat."