Administrative Office Report (AOR):
The Silverpine Offensive held no prospect for the ASAP. Losses was regained by the location of a misplaced shredder that was acquired for parts.
Location: The Yard, Stormwind City Harbour, Stormwind City.
Signed,
Director Jeremy S. Lochton
Salavagers may provide good supplies ![:wink:](https://d1bg94bbsh66ji.cloudfront.net/en/wow/images/emoji/twitter/wink.png?v=6" ":wink:")
Oh, we indeed do supply when needed.
Though, my orcish friend, we may also relieve people of supplies when needed.
Observed a lot of military prepared forces leave Stormwind City, reinforcements?
Administrative Office Report (AOR):
There has been some commotion at the harbour these past days. Forces has shipped out for the north though one unit promptly returning to the Stormwind City extended medical facilities at the harbour.
The Nightfall Brigade looking quite rough handled but not hard enough that intensive medical staff canât handle it. Stormwind City seems to take care of that without trouble.
Note: Request salvaging contract for the northern warfare that is currently running, it could give us a good haul for the Alliance forces, and the people.
Location: The Yard, Stormwind City Harbour, Stormwind City.
Signed,
Director Jeremy S. Lochton
This is brilliant!
Paint job done on the Salvaged Shredder! PINK AND BLUE!
Hope the chief is going to like it!
Administration Office Report (AOR):
More personnel has been observed returning from the campaign in the north, while we werenât able to obtain a salvaging contract, I did manage to trade my way with a few gnomes and dwarves to call at least a little profit.
Stormwind City medical staff has been given extra supplies in that of treating people of the Alliance forces.
Note: Have Tristana repaint the Shredder. Pink and Blue does not seem like appropriate.
Location: The Yard, Stormwind City Harbour, Stormwind City.
Signed,
Director Jeremy S. Lochton
Alliance Salvaging And Procurement (A.S.A.P) is still recruiting men and women of a certain toolset that can be weilded within the trades of salvaging, procurement and supplies to the Alliance forces mainly.
Administrative Office Report (AOR):
As documentation is filled our, I set the course towards the north once more. A minor supply run as well as standby logistics is offered for the 10th Brigade in the name of the Alliance forces. They are conducting wargames among seperate units of the Alliance forces.
Equipment prepaired for the contract: Cargo-hauler, as well as a light-weight field unit.
Note of upgrade: Fitting for the cargo-hauler seem to hold steady to carry a secondary light-weight field unit.
Location: âThe Yardâ, Stormwind City Harbour.
Signed,
Director Jeremy S. Lochton.
The A.S.A.P is looking for capable personnel!
Administrative Office Report (AOR):
Returned to the Yard after assisting with the 10th Brigade and their Wargames. Running supplies run for the divided team. Smooth operations though with a little confusion as other units brought a logistics member of their own, yet with less facility than what they brought to support it.
Contact: Was brought in contact with 10th Brigade high command, and hopefully talk about further assistance.
Note: A.S.A.P Modified Cargo Hauler had a successful operation in the cold of the mountains. Most likely going to be the standard means of transportation if weâre to go into dangerous waters as well.
Location: âThe Yardâ, Stormwind City Harbour
Signed,
Director Jeremy S. Lochton.
Right, the office is still recruitinâ for the A.S.A.P!
Administrative Office Report (AOR) - delayed:
First of all, I must include my apologies of the delayed paperwork. Activity at the âYardâ has been more treated as a common chore as the A.S.A.P awaits further instructions. As for supplies and storage, weâre holding above the greenline with ease.
Though, we were witnesses to a most delightful market set in place by the locals. Weâve had a chance to mingle and passed out some papers.
Location: âThe Yardâ, Stormwind City Harbour.
Signed,
Director Jeremy S. Lochton.
Looking for some minds to come work here!
Administrative Field Report (AFR):
Our shipping course has been altered by the command of the Alliance High Command. We were intercepted at the call of our 11th day at sea, shipping resources between Boralus and various projects. Outbound from recent delivery, we were intercepted by an Alliance gryphonrider, giving us the written statement that any vessel capable of following suit with the main fleet, or even better, intercept the target, were to be assigned to main fleet.
Sadly, the vessel that the Alliance Salvaging and Procurement had been assigned to, were infact, a warship - it was mostly thought to be for our protection to be given a ship capable of seafearing combat, and troops. The rider gave our orders, and our answer was sent with. The captain seemed more joyful than ever, maybe finally because he was to see battle and didnât have to be delivery boy.
13th day at sea, we joined the main fleet in pursuit of their target; two forsaken vessels and two blood elven. Curious that we, so many, have been sent to chase a group so little. Information, of course, is scarce at the current moment. Iâll find a commander to negotiate with.
Day 14 at sea, 2 days with the main fleet; weâre in hot pursuit still. Rumours tell me that weâre chasing now what could be Sylvanas herself. Weâre closing in. The A.S.A.P may have to assign themselves to military service if weâre to stand as crew for our vessel.
Day 15; spotters talk about Nathanos, not Sylvanas. I cannot wrangle more information out other than if we cannot, fire. If we cannot, keep at them.
Day 17â⌠maybe 18 at sea. Events happened that are still unclear to me. Bright light. We almost had them and within sudden, I was clinging to my field kit for my dear life, hanging from the ship by my climbing hook. I hold no idea where we are but the main fleet has suffered greatly. My condolances will be given once rejoined with the âYardâ. For now, I will have to make this work. Iâve managed to find one of my trunks with a bit more durable field equipment in. Unsure Nagaâs can be swooned by a business man in a suit - gun point will have to do.
Note: The troops found, talk about the place being called; âNarjatarâ or among those words.
Alliance Salvaging and Procurement are currently not able to take meetings at âThe Yardâ in Stormwind City. Our director and his field crew has gone into some issues at sea. Weâre slowly hearing updated news but none of them containing news about our Director, Jeremy Lochton.
Signed,
Allan Wilkes, Secretary.
Part One:
It was beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful - no matter of its core of deceit, destruction, terror and chaos, captain Simmons couldnât help but feel awestruck. The light reflected across the deep blue walls of water, cascading along the aquatic life that was held back with just a barrier of unknown magic. The walls of water now and then shattered as what looked to be stingrays flew through the air but not towards the ground, gracefully gliding between the spires of dark stone and ruined buildings. The reef sunbathing under the rays of light as they among the ruins, were revealed to the wonders of day time - and not abyssal night.
With weary hazel eyes finally unhindered by the hues of blinding light that brought them here, the captain scoured the nearby surroundings without catching the glance of other than wrecked ships, ruins and the unknown. Cracked floorboards bending under him, creaking in release as Simmons moved away from the large gaping hole in his ship - where the bow would have stood proud but now hanging below by the ropes and sails of his poor âDauntlessâ. Once a mighty battleship of the Alliance, wearing its golden lion in pride, now torn into two, cracked upon its middle like an egg - and their young spotter confirmed it also adorned the remnants of a Kul Tiran ship; lodged into the side as if skewered.
His attention turned away from the vast unknown and towards his men, not many as they used to but trust in his people no matter the number was what brought them forward. His eyes especially locked on the one in chains; a young tidesage apprentice, shivering and muttering in tongues of common and what could resemble liquid corruption.
âNazjatar, you say? Are you able to leave the wreck or you going to be a problem for us?â
The captain spoke firmly, almost with a sneer at âTidesageâ as his eyes were locked on the shuttering figure of what used to be a rowdy young apprentice of Kul Tiras, now huddled in his robes.
âI⌠hnnng⌠Donât know, sir⌠Iâm sorry⌠So much death⌠So much-⌠Youâre all weak!â
His body convulsed and cramped as he struggled against the grips of two soldiers, muttering viciously and apologetic at the same time, as if he took the blame for the destruction that the voices might seemingly be part of but were looking from the window. Skin looking like withdrew and vacuumed tight to his bones, veins barely pumping blood and his limbs shaking. A tired hand grabbing at the pauldrons of a soldier holding him, pushing to get away but eyes pleading to keep him down.
âSecure him, soldiers. Weâre going to leave âDauntlessâ behind. The Tidesage told us this is, âNazjatarâ, so let us not linger at the door for too long, the Queen of the Naga might get offended.â
The captain breathed out calmly as the muttering of the tidesage became ignorant panic as he was taken to the brig, the rattling of chains could be heard through the husk of the once mighty ship. Screams of frustration echoing out from time to time, hopefully not alerting too many. The voices of the sea could be deceitful too, Simmons knew as much. The seat could be a merciful goddess, or a treacherous hag.
Within a few quiet moments of the screams, the men started getting ready to evacuate the âDauntlessâ, leaving the home on the sea behind in favor of sharp cliffs, even so, sharp edged reefs and the unknown below on the ground. Bags were dragged around and packed with as much useful equipment or belongings they could; ropes, source of light, tinder, rations, flask of water and more. Among the rustling men and boxes was one figure not the like.
Among the clattering armors of professionals preparing to leave ship were a refined man, even when having been through all the chaos, this man seemingly were calmly strapping himself in what people were informed to be his âfield equipmentâ. The brown leather straps were pulled tight against his suit, on it small satchels and holsters as well as a pair of pistols and what looked like a short cannon hanging on his belt.
Captain Simmons brow raised at this peculiar sight of a civilian trying to prepare for an unknown threat. His eyes scanning along the small but defined man as he curled wire along his upper arm.
âMr. Lochton? Wearing a suit even in the unknown? Where is your field equipment? I expected you to at least have some sort of protection in case of danger, and not some leather harness!â
Shorter than most his men on the âDauntlessâ, the auburn haired man looked up at the captain with a winning smile, a glean in his eyes as he pouched a few pellets.
âThe unknown is what sells, captain! I assure you that I am fully capable of handling and avoiding combat situations while wearing my selected equipment and attire. Do not fret, we are in my field of duty now - I will stand back once the fighting startsâ
Public Notice:
Alliance Salvaging And Procurement (ASAP) is currently unavailable to recruit until the director is at fullest grip of the status. Mr. Lochton has recently returned from Nazjatar after a rather eventful trip.
(Stories shared is by the past. The ASAP is joining for the Return of the Damned 2)
Part Two:
The echoing sea winds graced across his face, embracing him in the chill of the deep blue. A soothing feeling for a sailor, taking him away from the troubles in life. Brandon breathed slowly in from the safety of the âDauntlessâ crowâs nest. For this short moment the massive walls of shimmering blue was forgotten. There was no feeling of imminent danger but more an inconvenience to his mind until he was torn from his calm, holding on to the edge of his nest as his startled heart galloped in his chest.
Rope burns was the least of his worries as the young spotter zipped down a loose rope to bring in his report to his captain; the rope burn still stung but he would admit it, clenching his fist in agony to keep check on his breath. In the distance the sounds of subtle explosions could be heard; each flash of deep blue light brought with it a rumbling âswooooshâ sound before shattering a small area, or shuttering the ruins nearby.The first sign of nearby attention, and it wasnât aimed towards them.
âS-sir! Bright sources of light on the sea bed, sir! Looks like flashes from magic use!â
Captain Simmons looked surprised before hurriedly stepping towards the cut-off of the âDauntlessâ, giving him a free view that even with his old eyes couldnât miss the clear use of combat magic down below between the reef and ruins. With a calculating mind that couldnât find the result he wanted, his attention turned towards the civilian.
âMr. Lochton, do we have any Gliders available?â
His inquiry was quite sudden but didnât feel unexpected at all by the salvager, leaving the civilian to stand with a smirk before granting the captain his answer.
âCaptain Simmons. We have five Glider packs available. Alas, that is not enough for us all, and too few to give us the right stand below if we are to carry rations as well.â
Darren Simmons never liked this âDirectorâ as he would always be granted the manâs opinion when it wasnât needed, even when the suit wearing bastard was right. Tough decisions had to be made, and he was not happy about it. They had to find out if the light sources were friendlies, or a foe they needed to defend against as the rest started their descend down the wreckage of the âDauntlessâ.
The migraine was back. Hammers striking the anvil just at the wrong angle to create the skittering sound that would creep along his mind for days. He was due a pension soon, and thought running supply runs would be a good way to cut down and let the young blood climb the ropes after him. Tired eyes went towards his people in the aft section of the ship.
âWeâll need to send down a scout and backup to either find out if we have friends down there, or to secure the perimeter as we proceed with our plan to climb down by ropes to the bow of âDauntlessâ, hopefully secure a few rope ladders for an easier climb down.â
Reluctantly, this choice of his also meant he had to pick the people to send down, which just fueled his migraine even more. His choices were plentiful for the soldiers but the only scout available for easy traveling around was a damn âASAPâ civilian as well.
His eyes went to the other young man working in the aft with scavenging what could be of use. A blond haired and sturdy built young man, already equipped like his employer; climbing ropes, hook and special claws - at least this boy wore ring mail and had one thing in common, age old enough for field conscription. The captain could choose to send Lochton down but had a feeling he would be more grateful to have him at the bow of the ship - just in case some of his toys could be salvaged.
âYoung man, can you climb as well as your director? Trained in these Gliders? You want to serve the Alliance as a field scout?â
Sam looked up from the freshly coiled wire in his hand, an inquizical look on his face as his green eyes stared against the hazel of the captain. He couldnât help but notice what looked like a throbbing vein in his forehead, pulsating with each critical moment he had to handle upon the wreckage of his jewel. Instead of directing him to the mender, he thought better to opt-in, giving the captain a few quick nods in reply to his questions.
âYes, sir! Of course I can, and am! And yes, always wanted to be a soldier!â
Oh, the youth, he was just barely of age to serve under the Alliance banner, and now he were to be sent in to what could be the lionâs den. Darren saw the gleam in Samâs eyes, if they were coming out of this safely, then this child would give his full service if permitted - he almost knew it. Should he have become a recruiter instead?
The pondering didnât take long before his eyes turned towards four other soldiers, giving them a few strict hand signals; as if they were sent the command by telepathy, the four started suiting up in a glider pack each before assisting his new recruit as well.
Captain Simmons could feel the golden coated stare from the director of âAlliance Salvaging And Procurementâ; his eyes felt like they could easily cut through diamond. He knew that this would be a topic that had to be taken up before this chaos could be completely solved, and Darren didnât like the idea of having an enemy at the harbour when help is needed.
Currently located in the cold north as we venture through the horrors brought by the return of the Damned (Part 2).