3578/Not Your Dad's Pirates

Not Your Dad's Pirates
Date of Scene:	26 September 2020
Location:	Atlantic Ocean
Synopsis:	Arr we be kicking pirate booty! Actually more like smugglers but who knows how a smuggler talks?
Cast of Characters:	Ted Kord, Helena Bertinelli

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Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord built Huntress a boat. It seated two comfortably if snugly, was inflatable with several armored plated over thick resistweave. It had a stealth mode, IF sensors, sonar and when deflated and collapsed would fit in a large backpack. Ted might be a drama queen but he did good work. Of course he insists on taking the boat back to Gotham with his new friend to make sure it worked all right. Which is why tonight finds him sitting beside her as they zip down the cast.

"Not too shabby, hunh?"

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress has her arms crossed as she observes the inflatable dingy. She nudges the armor plating with her toe as she stands next to it on the dock, "Really not clear on how this works," she mutters, "Those shrink particle things I heard about?" she asks and nudges it with her toe again.

"But...we'll need something because we have meet those pirates I told you about. I'd like to meet them before they meet the mob and a huge bigass gunfight erupts and blah blah, everybody dies," she explains to the helpful Beetle.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord looks affronted. "Them shrink particles are cheating. Besides Pym Industries over chsrges, This is good old fashioned engineering genius, Beetle upnods. "I... big ass gunfight? All right, Get in and let's get your pirates. I'll set the Bug to follow in stealth mood. C'mon get in and start driving or helming and see ow you like it." He pats the seat next to him, "Hah? Hah?"

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress rolls her eyes and elbows Ted as she sits down in the dingy's drivers seat, "Uhh, okay turn off the headlights. We have to do this...under cover of darkness, or however that saying goes," she explains to him.

Huntress jams on the throttle and jams out of dock, "Hang on!" she lets out like a maniac and zooms out into the harbor. She seems to put herself into her driving but cuts the engines helpfully after she reaches the destination. She spots a large red freighter parked nearby and points at it, "It's that one," she tells him, "Shh..."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord reaches past Huntress, giving her a little shove, to press a button marked 'Stealth' and shushes. Then he reaches into a gear box and pulls out a climbing rope wit a clot covered grapple hook. MImes throwing the same over the freighter's side and stands up giving her a 'go aead' wave. Blue Beetle, Crossing the Gotham River! Like Washington.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress waits impatiently as the dingy glides up to the metal side of the huge cargo freighter with the engines off. She elbows Ted again and thumbs toward the freighter, taking the grapple hook from Ted to climb up the side. She fires it and with a small dingding, attaches to the deck, which has large cargo containers littered everywhere. She climbs up on top and motions for Ted to c'mon already, making an annoying repeated motion with her hand as she creeps next to one of the containers. She then quickly puts her hand back and quickly tells Ted to stop moving. She thumbs toward the deck around the corner but gives no indication what the hell she's talking about.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord shrugs his shoulder as f to ask 'WTF?' Then he make s a gesture indicating a round belly and round face and mimes chain smoking before pointing back at her emphatically he makes slappy motions to ward her away and steps around her to peek out the side of the container. Mutter mumble grumble gripes to himself. He knows what he's doing. He has a couple gadgets himself and some sweet moves. Show her.

Beetle sneaky peeks.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress squinty squints at Ted's antics and puts a hand up on his chest to stop him as he tries to squeeze past her, frowning and making a wild motion with her hand as if to say 'Hey, what the fudge are you talking about?'. She then thumbs ahead smirkily as Ted seems especially assertive, as if to say 'Okay smartass, you want the job? go right ahead'. She waits impatiently while Ted scouts the deck clearing.

There is only one man on deck, and he's sitting on the top of the deck stairs having a smoke. Puff puff. The metal stairs descend lower into the dark bowels of the ship. The man chainsmokes like a pro. He has an automatic weapon tucked under his shoulder and then yawns between puffs.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord answers by drawing his BB Gun. He points to the gun, then his ear and shakes his head. Then he takes another take and points at the gun and makes a shush motion.

the Blue beetle steps out between the containers. He fires the gun as the guard looks up. A concussive blast silently and efficiently hits the man smack in the chest and he is lifted up quite a few step to get slammed into the bulkhead and knocked cold.

Beetke turns back to Huntress and makes the belly motions followed by smoking again. "You could make a chainsmoker out of the Buddha. C'mon. Coast is clear, dear."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress steps out from behind the protective cover of the container and smirks, "Of course," she mutters. She collects the man's gun and deposits it in a random location as she heads back to the stairs, "Nobody's going to believe these guys are pirates unless we get the evidence, you know. You know that right? C'mon, let's go down to the cargo hold. Quickly," she says, motioning a couple of times down the stairs, "Quit fooling around."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord follows Huntress down the stairs, guarding her rear, and not making jokes about it. Fooling around? He took the guard out eezy-peezy. His gun is swept in various directions. Nuthin'm so far. "What kind of evidence you looking for bruiser? Peg legs, eye patches... pirate booty?" He snerks silently. He can be forgiven, as he is watching the stair, for bumping behinds with the Huntress when they step off the stairs. "Sorry." He goes limp waiting for the punch or elbow.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress slugs Ted in the shoulder for his jokes and for bumping into her, "Stop," she smirks, "Narcotics and a shipment of Rohypnol that they're probably going to sell to teens," she explains to him, "We have to stop these guys. I'll send the pictures to customs and those guys are like bees to honey," she says as she turns the lil handle on the cargo door, entering The Hold. "No one really talks about teen drug use anymore unless maybe it's good for ratings," she mutters. She takes out a lil cute mini-camera and messes with the little tiny buttons with her large fingers. There's a rustle up on deck and some muffled talking can be heard.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord rubs his shoulder a little. "Your secret identity writes PSAs. I know it." Then at a loss for further quips he grabs a crowbar he spots leaning on a pipe and opens a crate labeled "Freeze Dried Head Cheese." Who actually east head cheese? Who produces it in America? Why freeze it? It's slow work, because he is fairly stealthy and puling open a crate will make the mails scream like the bejeebus. He lifts one end of a board and is tugging at it, afraid to put the crowbar down, lest it makes noise. So when a callused and tattooed hand is held out he slips the crowbar into it, with a mumbled 'thanks' and pries the board up.

--a callused and tattooed hand? No purple glove?

Ted turns and slams the board one handed against the crewman's temple as the man was about to slug him with the crowbar. The man goes down and the crowbar does indeed make an awful racket as it clatters on the deck.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress stands next to Ted like she's in surgery, "Great work, Doctor," she mutters very sarcastically, then leans over the crate to take her pictures. *SNAPSNAP*

She frowns and looks back at Ted once she's done, "What are you doing?" she wonders, glancing at the fallen crew member. The sounds on deck get more frantic and some shouts can be heard, "We have to get out of here now," she tells Ted quickly, "I don't think there's a back exit this time," she explains ominously.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord pulls his gun and sets it to flash. "I'll hold them off, look for an air vent or shaft. Gotta be one." As legs appear on the stairs he gets behind a crate and begins firing more stun blasts. Bullets zing back at him. "Hurry. Being shot at..."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress frowns, "Air vent? This isn't a damn skyscraper!" she lets out and then ducks behind a stack of crates. She makes it to the side of the cargo hold and pries off a metal vent, looking inside. With a sigh, she adds, "No way this is going to work," she mutters and then motions to Ted, "C'mon! C'MON! Here they come!" she tells him. She crawls into the air conditioning duct and shimmies along the vent toward the back of the ship.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord fires a blast of intense light at the gunmen and runs for it as they attempt to gun down the purple spots in their vision. "I told you there's a loving vent! I'm an engineer! Don't tell me!" He sees her legs vanish into the duct and dives into it after her. "Hey, I'm okay. thanks for waiting, your concern moves me. Hurry up, you call this crawling? It's that damned leather... it rubs on everything and slows you down... oh, whgat the hell is rohypnol?"

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress mutters as she shimmies as fast as she can along the vent network, "Shut up!" she lets out. *CRAWLCRAWL*

This situation is sorta embarrassing to Huntress who grumbles and swears under her breath until she comes to another vent, "This does not go to the outside," she mutters, kicking it in and dropping down into....the boiler room, "Yeah, this does not go outside," she explains, looking back and forth through the room. The crew doesn't seem to know where the duo are at the moment but frantic sounds can still be heard echoing around them.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord sticks his head out of the vent, almost resting his chin on the Huntress' scalp. "Okay, we... hang on. My goggles are all steamed up. It's the boiler room. Don't flatter yourself!"

He hops out of the vent, then removes the goggles. "Uhmm, may I borrow your cape hem for a second?"

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress smirks at Ted's quips. She snatches the goggles from Ted and wipewipes them off, then shoves them back into his chest, "It won't take them long to figure out where we went," she explains to Ted helpfully, "We have to find the water pump. That's the only way off this ship," she explains and pokes Ted in the chest, "It's at the bottom of the ship, Beetle. We have to go one more level down. I think."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord replaces his goggles and points to stairs down and slides down the railings on his hands and feet. "Right bottom has the bilges and big-assed pump." He yanks the door open and seems encouraged by the lack of bullets. He grabs the Huntress' hand and plunges through. "C'mon. My Beetle sense is tingling!" The flashgun is back in his other hand and turned way down makes a decent flashlight. He sweeps it around.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress heads outside with Ted and glances quickly through the hallway, proceeding to the stairs down to the bilge. She elbows Beetle on the stairs and squeezes past him to take the lead again.

She quickly heads into the only room available. It is labeled "BILGE WATER FLOODING DANGER" and closes the door behind them after Ted enters AFTER her. Some voices can be heard nearby in the hallways above them, "Okay c'mon, quick, they're getting closer," she says and then frowns at the large hoses connected to the bottom of the hull and the bilge pump, "Are you sure you're an engineer? We can ... fit? How the hell we getting out?" she wonders, looking at the pump thing and then looking at the hoses and then looking at the bottom of the floor where the connections are.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord boggles a pit. "You're the one said you wanted the bilges! I led you to the bilges! You... of course you can't get out through a pump hose, unless you're Plastic Man in disguise in which case, great disguise, Plas!" He looks around, hitting the flash mode on his goggles and runs his hands over a section of hull. "I think I can make a hole here. This section was cut out to put a new pump in here and re-welded. Not a great job. Hold them off. I need a minute." He turns the light function of the gun to max and starts cutting at the plate. the cutting is not continuous but in spots, water spraying where he works.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress smirks, "I said? I said?" she asks him as she goes to the door and makes sure it's secured. She frowns as she glances at Ted's work, the water spraying on her legs and boots, "You're going to flood the whole place," she mutters, as one of the hoses dislodges. She then looks back at the door and holds it closed as she hears somebody coming down, "They're here."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord considers the cutting carefully and says, "Not at all. The door is shut and tight. It will trap a huge bubble of air in here and the water will be maybe eight feet deep. We can swim out. I told you leather was no good." He steps aside and fires one more beam and the plate explodes outward, propelled by the pressure of tons of water. the compartment begins flooding fast. "Okay, Knuckles, swim for it!" He waits for her to comply, or whatever way she reacts to instructions. For good measure when she leaves the hatch he fires another blast melting it shut. "Swim for your little black boat."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress sighs as the compartment really starts flooding now, "Yeah we can swim out when it floods in here," she points out and looks down at her leather costume as the water rises, "Damn it, Beetle, I'm not a fish," she tells him.

The crew have been alerted to Huntress and Ted in the little room, starting to pound and chip at the door despite Ted blasting it. "Get to the dingy fast," she tells Ted as she loses sight of him in the dirtyass Gotham water, swimming underneath the ship. She swims and swims underneath the boat and then pops up after she lost count of the seconds, trying to get her head above water as quickly as possible. "Beetle...?" she lets out weakly, grabbing onto the dingy's side to climb out, "Beetle...where are you...?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord's head breaks the water near the boat. "It's a micro insertion craft. Give me a hand up, before they start shooting." <Bang Bang Bang> "Okay gogogogogo!" He grasps the side of the boat. "Hurryhurryhurryhurry! Don't let your leather impede you!"

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress helps ole Ted on board the dingy and leaps into the driver's seat as the bullets fly past her, "Dammit!" she lets out. She jams on the throttle as the armor takes more bullets. She accelerates and looks back at the ship in her mirror, but it explodes with gunfire! "Stay down!" she lets out. She speeds away from the freighter and finally sighs as the shooting stops.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord lays across the back of the boat even after the gunfire ends. He looks over Huntress' shoulder and says, "You wanna come up to my place for coffee? I could use a cup right now. I'll wring out your cape if you want while you pilot." He's also keeping a wary eye out for that Namor guy. Please, no Namor. He isn't even sure his gun is dry enough to work.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress sighs, "Coffee huh?" she wonders, "We almost got used for target practice, you know," she reminds him as she cruises back to the docks. She glances over her shoulder and her leather squeaks, "Dammit," she mutters. She then unhooks her cape and throws it at Ted, "Yeah I need a coffee. And a vodka."