Aeaea Island
A day of reckoning had come, his ship's sails puffed up with wind, a black coated ship sailed through the open ocean. Gerald Yopenheimer heeded the call of the Holy Spirit. The lamb called to be a shepherd with blade of mercy and a blade of no remorse at each of his sides, he brought a strict passion for goodness and ethics, and his newly rediscovered love for robotics.
"Here we are," He uttered, unhelmed and eyes fully encapsulated by the foreign land ahead of him.
"Indeed, it's a sight for sore eyes and for eyes that have yet to see the full world-- Mark-- It's Aeaea, the warrior kingdom!" Proclaimed Ichimura.
"A small lush island, I can see it's infrastructure-- well just the tops of what looks to be a tower. The cliffside is a sight to behold as well, it's naturally carved almost no sign of man-made interference. From what I've seen, on both Water Seven and Kurigane Island this is most definitely unique. Is that really what an island predominantly run by women would look like? It vaguely resembles Floridia." Speculated Gerald, his hand shielding his eyes from the extreme rays of the sun, his black fur and skin only served to plague him further as it endlessly absorbed the heat from the sky.
"You briefly mentioned Floridia back when Yamanami still had us, what is that Island like? Your home, was it welcoming?" Curiously inquired Ichimura,
"I mostly knew of minks being born primarily on Zou but from an island lost to the world? It's preposterous."
"No. It wasn't, Floridia was beautiful on the outside yet rotten to it's very core." Mark replied dismissing Ichimura's curiousity, the air became tense as his words carried an unpreceneted hiss and anger.
Gerald looked down on his son, and he wondered,
"Is Mark still conflicted about my offer? Was it pre-mature, I feel as though it was considering the weight of what he had to go through at that time."
Gerald's boat inched closer and closer to the island, coming upon it's rocky cove, a cliff-face with a waterfall connecting the mainland to the open ocean. Loud crashes and thrashing water filled their ears as the boat came to a sudden dock. Gerald's automated pilot system halted the boat's sub-layer propulsion, and thus the anger was dropped.
"Mark, you don't have to come on the island if you don't want to. You're still injured and I doubt this will be a clean altercation, I'm only speculating as much since; based on the gravity of this mission granted to me by the Holy spirit, the descriptions provided were explicit in their intent."
"I don't mind coming, although I'll have to take a severe backfoot in fighting. I can't be as flexible as before, anything too strenous and my wound will re-open and you'll have to treat me again. I have Sabito, I'll fine." He replied holding his injured leg.
"No, that won't do. Ichimura, gather you things. I will adorn myself promptly, before we go we will pray and ask for God's guidance, then we will scale the waterfall and venture into the island. I'm not sure what it is, we'll be looking for yet." Gerald commanded, retreating from the back end of the deck. He ventured into the hull and into his chambers. Ichimura received his orders with an open mind, he briefly glanced at Mark before running to his quarters as well. He had to retrieve his sword.
In the Hull of his boat, Gerald had extended a bit of his inventive nature. Transforming the front fo the boat's hall into a holding area in which he can activate his laboratory. The Boat bobbed from his weight, a clear sign that it was time to upgrade the size of his ship, else they'd eventually sink from it's cargo, he entered his quarters and activated his lab. Built using gadgetoid plates, reintegrating a portion Sub-Station 1s unique design into it he formed his second ever lab. Using an
Ion Fission Core to power it all, including his ship. Tubes extended from the hall and anchored themselves into the sea floor,
"Heavenly father, please be with me, I need this lab to stay on as I have some ideas for my next invention. Just as you granted me leverage to make Gauntlets, a gun and a Weapon for my son to use, I will use everything in my arsenal wisely only to do your work according to your word." He uttered.
His desk transformed, turning into an armory, a cabinet opened, a cold mist spraying outwards as it's mechnism kicked into action. Gerald shoved his Hands into a pair of fitted sockets; around them one of his many inventions transformed and sported themselves into the Hot-Dog Armor:
Hard Knuckle Electro-Gauntlets, he pulled a short longsword from the cabinet still wrapped in it's sheathe and lastly, he retrieved
Odin's Bane.
He then left, he lamented the idea of killing innocent people without a proper aim and goal. To delude himself into slaughtering hundreds once again simply because he believed himself wise in the Lord's ministry, he had his doubts but the Holy Ghost was still with him.
He returned to the deck and met, Ichimura and Mark awaiting his arrival.
"What are those?" Mark inquired, noting Gerald's intrinsic design.
"My gauntlets? They're nothing too dangerous, they just channel and store electricity. It's explanation is much more complex but for the sake of time we'll be going with that," He replied inching closer to the pair.
"Also, Mark hold this." He added alerting him as he threw over a short sword to his son. Mark caught and analyzed the weapon without unsheathing the blade.
"It's called Guard Breaker, unsheathe it at your own pace, there's no rush since we're not aiming for an immediate confrontation. With that being said, let us pray." He signalled to the pair, he got down and knely and held his head low. Prompting the other two to do the same. They prayed, for supplication, for guidance, for love and for protection and so the Lord was gathered amongst them. The spirit filled Ichimura and Gerald however Mark was filled with doubt. They finished, Gerald picked up his son and led the group. He lept from the deck and landed on the cliff-side beside the waterfall. He dug his fingers into the earth to keep himself rooted and he climbed with 1-hand till he had reached the top.
Ichimura lept of the deck as well, focusing his breathes he employed total concentration breathing, strengthening his legs and exciting his muscles he ran up rocky cliffe and made it to the top as well and there they were met with Aeaea, it's lush flora and exquisite infrastructure that oversaw the the expanse of the island. There their journey began, at the trail atop the waterfall. The Holy Ghost was moved within Gerald and it urged him to go the
Gilded Ring located northwest of their current location, and so he walked and led the group.
As they walked, Ichimura had a burning desire and question to ask of his new allies,
"If we do encounter the locals, the warrior women. If they attack us what should we do?"
Mark remained silent.
"That comes down to the Lord's will, whilst Moses led Isreal to the promise land; although they were ought to be a people of priesthood and righteousness, about love and kindness and unity, they too had to kill to reclaim what was theirs. That being their enemy, the Canaanites who had inhabited the space. We're not on a conquest, we're here to teach the people about the gospel--"
"Although we know nothing of it ourselves?" Mark interjected.
"I wouldn't exactly like to phrase it in that way, we're primarily functioning upon Yamanami's rendition of the new testament. The gospel and part's of the letters written by the apostle Paul during his time of ministry. Atleast, the information I could recall. We should be extremely open though, albeit out mission these women are sexist and as the 'inferior' sex to them, we have to be able to stand our grounds. We are called to love one another, but if they do attack don't hesitate to defend yourself."
"Don't take this as leeway to kill, we're not allowed to." Gerald replied. His face uncharacteristically stern.
"That's going to be difficult," added Ichimura. He was still feeling a bit elated thanks to the presence of the Holy Spirit. The
Gilded Ring appraoched from a distance, and the triad had to be prepared for almost anything.
Edit: Forgot to highlight one of Gerald's sentences
