Post by Ajraka Kuchiki on Feb 3, 2015 20:09:03 GMT -5
Travel was something she'd never really considered all that important, for one she hardly ever went anywhere back when she was couped up in the soul society. Of course, a lot of things had been ever more.....simple...back then. She smiled, recalling that she barely could talk back then, oh how the months had changed her, that curious little mind had sharpened itself upon her newfound relatives, and what with her stranding in the Desert of Hueco Mundo? Well, she had a.... different sort of mental exercise. Leadership.
As it had turned out, leading the ship was almost second nature. Aggressive and feral as ner nature was, she immediately responded to challenges amongst her crew, so even when she had explained to the mixed crew of freed oarslaves and defected arrancar and hollows that they would e heading to Soul Society, there had been surprisingly little resistance. In the time she'd come to captain the ship she had, along the way, earned their respect. Of course there was the matter of getting to Soul Society, which as it turned out was not as difficult as she'd come to assume. After a brief conversation with her First Mate, the rather lanky Arrancar that, like his Captain she'd succeeded, was surprisingly docile, he himself she found, had worn a similar little necklace to the one she'd attained. She of course, did not bother to pry as he explained that for hollows, traveling to different planes was simple, especially given the 'ship' they sailed on was a Gillian. She relinquished the details of command so far as whatever preparations needed to be made for the journey to him.
Before she knew it they were swimming through a vast black void. Very much unlike the one made by the shinigami some weeks ago when they had first begun the excursion to Hueco Mundo for the mission. She felt a brief pang of discomfort at the memory of the shinigami that had lost their lives. But she tossed such thoughts aside, simply sitting upon the bow of the ship as at the end of that abyssal road, light finally shone ahead, and opened to reveal their arrival.
She didn't know exactly what she'd expected, but she was a tad intrigued to find that of all places they'd come to find landing in the wilderness in the outter reaches of the Rukongai, the badlands more or less, which were wracked with more ruins and wildlands than actual buildings. As they met that blaring bright sun that cast it's rays down upon them, she remained silent and still as Yaza barked out the command to submerge, immediately the ship diving down, that Gillian of a ship burrowing down and into the ground. Regardless of the difference between earth and sand, it was not a terrible difference and the ship easily burrowed down, releasing subtle tremors to the surrounding area as it nestled down, until at long last, after traveling a ways from the point of entry, it settled just at the surface, it's spines along it's back pointing out like sandstone spires, blending in somewhat with the landscape, the prow of the ship just cresting from the ground, enough room for them to emerge without leaving the ship too out in the open.
After ordering all but a few sentries, souls from the freed slave populace so as not to arouse suspicion, to stay below in the ship, she took one last look at the spires that marked her ship's location before she shifted her attention to the nearest populated area. It was half a mile off. Too far away to have even felt the tremors. Though no doubt, the brief spiritual presence of the ship prior to submerging would draw attention. She was hoping for that. Ajraka might not have been the brightest, but she had come to understand that she did have a duty, and not just to those she'd come to lead, but to her family. They needed to know she was alright. She just hoped one of them was around.
As it had turned out, leading the ship was almost second nature. Aggressive and feral as ner nature was, she immediately responded to challenges amongst her crew, so even when she had explained to the mixed crew of freed oarslaves and defected arrancar and hollows that they would e heading to Soul Society, there had been surprisingly little resistance. In the time she'd come to captain the ship she had, along the way, earned their respect. Of course there was the matter of getting to Soul Society, which as it turned out was not as difficult as she'd come to assume. After a brief conversation with her First Mate, the rather lanky Arrancar that, like his Captain she'd succeeded, was surprisingly docile, he himself she found, had worn a similar little necklace to the one she'd attained. She of course, did not bother to pry as he explained that for hollows, traveling to different planes was simple, especially given the 'ship' they sailed on was a Gillian. She relinquished the details of command so far as whatever preparations needed to be made for the journey to him.
Before she knew it they were swimming through a vast black void. Very much unlike the one made by the shinigami some weeks ago when they had first begun the excursion to Hueco Mundo for the mission. She felt a brief pang of discomfort at the memory of the shinigami that had lost their lives. But she tossed such thoughts aside, simply sitting upon the bow of the ship as at the end of that abyssal road, light finally shone ahead, and opened to reveal their arrival.
She didn't know exactly what she'd expected, but she was a tad intrigued to find that of all places they'd come to find landing in the wilderness in the outter reaches of the Rukongai, the badlands more or less, which were wracked with more ruins and wildlands than actual buildings. As they met that blaring bright sun that cast it's rays down upon them, she remained silent and still as Yaza barked out the command to submerge, immediately the ship diving down, that Gillian of a ship burrowing down and into the ground. Regardless of the difference between earth and sand, it was not a terrible difference and the ship easily burrowed down, releasing subtle tremors to the surrounding area as it nestled down, until at long last, after traveling a ways from the point of entry, it settled just at the surface, it's spines along it's back pointing out like sandstone spires, blending in somewhat with the landscape, the prow of the ship just cresting from the ground, enough room for them to emerge without leaving the ship too out in the open.
After ordering all but a few sentries, souls from the freed slave populace so as not to arouse suspicion, to stay below in the ship, she took one last look at the spires that marked her ship's location before she shifted her attention to the nearest populated area. It was half a mile off. Too far away to have even felt the tremors. Though no doubt, the brief spiritual presence of the ship prior to submerging would draw attention. She was hoping for that. Ajraka might not have been the brightest, but she had come to understand that she did have a duty, and not just to those she'd come to lead, but to her family. They needed to know she was alright. She just hoped one of them was around.