Become Death: Calamity - #10
The words of Irra the Bloodhound reverrtebrated as La Spada walked towards the rebel camp. The Grim moved her hoodie to cover her face and entered the rebel portion. She walked, with the same killing intent as the Marines. The music swelling to terror. The remaining rebels lay their weapons down, awaiting certain death.
The Grim walked past them nonchalantly. Like ants to a giant, they did not even register. La Spada made her way to the edge of the bridge, gliding towards The Styx, who now awaited her. As ominous as she appeared, La Spada disappeared in the bowels of the ship, her thirst for souls quenched,
The Bloodhound had given La Spada much to ponder, as her past inevitably caught up with her. Darkness aiding her, La Spada intended to spite that past and leave it to wither,
Zalera indeed had to bite his tongue. With no words, the Empress had given an order.
[Zalera] “By force undying, I declare this Spada Pirates territory!”
A flag raised up in the bridge paid homage. Sour, recovering from her battle with Irra-bot, turned to those remaining rebels. Those defeated and without hope. Undying, she spoke with an ultimatum.
[Sour] “Those who wish to live, consider yourself charge of the Spada Pirates, of the Empress and Undying - La Spada.“
[Sour]” Those who do not, forgo your souls.”
A statement that needed no follow-up. Those who would deny coming under the flag of La Spada would have their lives forfeit. Those who chose survival would be trained in darkness. Replenishing those lost at the Spada ship, and placing the foothold in the East Blue.
A strategic location, Tequila Wolf allowed easy movement within the Blues, for as construct for centuries, dozens of islands were connected to them. Passage of weapons and armies came with ease.
Zalera stayed behind in Tequila Wolf, to oversee the transition. Sour joined the ship, as it sailed after repairs were made.
La Spada Pirates had risen once more.
