Operation: Pacifica, Duty
by Warrior Hyperion Perazim, Doberman Empire



 Perazim made his way towards the door after the briefing with
  Samhain, pausing briefly to extend congratulations to his now fellow
  Warrior, Persephone. As he slipped out the door, the sunlight was starting
  to brighten as the fog retreated out of the Bay.  His thoughts of bar-be-que
  were broken as a Trooper jogged up to him and handed him an envelope.


 "Ship assignment, Sir."


 "Ah. Thank you. By the way, how'd you get a stain on your shirt,
  there?"


 "Huh? I'm sorry, didn't even realize...." The Trooper stated as he
  glanced down at his uniform.


 *Flick*


 "Ouch!"


 A puzzled look crossed the Trooper's face as he stared at Perazim
  while rubbing the tip of his nose. Perazim smiled and patted him on the back
  as he strode past.


 "Just having a chuckle, bubba. Good for morale."


Perazim stopped to open the envelope, a groan escaping  him as he realized who 
was commanding the ship he was assigned to.


 "Not Cappy Bazooka....I wonder if he's still pissed about that
  thing with his daughter."


 "Yes, he is." A bemused voice came from behind him. Perazim glanced
  over his shoulder at the large figure that had caught him thinking aloud.
  Samhain stood with his arms crossed, smiling slightly.


 "Happy sailing." Samhain said as he approached Perazim. "And do
  something about that hole in your uniform while you're at it."


 "What hole?" Perazim started to say, but by then it was too late.


 *Flick*



...



 Perazim stowed his gear in his cabin aboard the _Iowa_ and headed
  out to take a look at the ship and get familiar with the crew. As he walked
  down the deck he noticed someone leaning on the rail oblivious to the hustle
  and bustle of the preperation to steam out taking in the skyline of the
  City.


 There was only one person he knew that could be both so tall, and
  have such a sword hanging at his side.


 "Well I'll be damned. If it isn't my favorite fireeater." Perazim
  said as he extended his hand to Cyberpyro.


 A few minutes later, Perazim caught a glimse of the disapproving
  stare of Captain Willaims as he drew his sword to spar with Cyberpyro. It
  appeared Samhain hadn't been kidding earlier, but that fence would have to
  get mended later. It was time for a workout.


   This was going to be one hell of a boat ride.



Warrior Perazim