I was thinking about doing something "Jules Verne-ish." An event to lure in advocate treasure hunters and conquerors, intent on world domination :D
Veiled by the starry night, the dark silhouette meticulously worked on carving the building window, with fine-bladed knives. Feet first, the elusive intruder pushed the circular incision inward, quietly swinging himself into the incandescent-lit exhibit. He untied the noose on his waist, and tossed the rope harness out via the makeshift hole, giving the signal to the crew to reel in the line. There it was, lonesomely sitting inside a transparent cube, right in the middle of the artifact displays from Pre-Imperial Japan-- "The Blue Sword of the King." Aquador, the slayer of thousands and defender of the throne, shimmered magnanimously under the tutelage of a luminous chandelier above.
Fukamachi attentively rested his hand on the glass, perceiving the legendary sword as a long-lost-- but never forgotten-- kin. Decades ago, Aquarian rebels stoled Aquador from the water planet, Aquarii; his mother's homeworld. The Bioboosted Armor, Guyver, and Rain Caerulea managed to hunt and subdue the rogue traitors; however, they were unable to retrieve the confiscated sword. Inadvertently, the artifact was discovered by humans, only to be sold to the Narita museum eventually. Anger overtook the black-haired voyager, lamenting the thought of Aquador having been submitted to be glimpsed upon by uncivilized eyes, collecting dust behind a crude glass cage. Suffering from a heart-felt tantrum, the Captain of The Judgement jabbed his fist against the vulnerable containment and drew the weapon to himself amidst the broken shards of glass. He carelessly heeded the consequences of having been compromised. In fact, the fearless leader wanted all of humanity to know of his visit that fateful night; as an important lesson and a cautionary tale to civilians everywhere, to be wary of hoarding things that do not belong to them.
It is said: when Aquador feels that his master's life is in mortal danger, it will brightly shine blue, as to warn him of the dangers. Rio gently cradled the sword, beginning to wrap it in a white cloth, covering the blue glow the blade gave off. The sound of footsteps neared the occupied thief. I would very much enjoy testing the notion. "Halt!" ordered the black suit, attempting to blindsidingly tackle the human hybrid from the hind-side. Still holding the concealed Aquador on one hand, Lawless One swiftly crouched down to evade the surprise and used the other free hand-- placing his fingers below the guard's chest-- to pivot the direction of course Rio's attacker took when he dove at him. The baffled museum watch-keeper smashed a collection of monumental vases during his mid-air flight across the exhibit, promptly descending to the ashy floor; large pillars that held the vases up toppled over and buried him underneath the fractured marble columns.
"Agh!" the raven-eyed outlaw cried, feeling the effects of electrical currents seizing the nervous system, compelling him to drop to his trembling knees. Two, extending wires protruded from the immobilized pirate's rear upper torso, connecting to the stun gun of a second security guard. Foamy saliva dripped from Fukamachi's lips, onto his blue coat, as he continued to be shocked by heavy voltage. Muscle spasms grew excruciatingly painful. Endeavoring to possess what meager strength his energy-sapped body could muster, the Sky Pirate weakly waved his frail hand at a tiger-shaped water fountain, convenienty installed adjacent to the interior walls of the Treasures of the Dragon Palace. The man-made faucet exploded apart. Jets of water miraculously remained suspended over the humid atmosphere, defying the laws of gravity. A soft smirk emerged on the water-bender's anguished, but confident visage, as he mentally sent the snake-like construct at the watch-keeper's neck; while removing the bloody hooks on his back. The man gagged, struggling to release himself from the constriction and stay awake; in spite of this, he collapsed on the ground unconscious, with sufficient lifeforce to be resuscitated.
"Enough," whispered Rio, acquiring enough stamina to stand and proceed towards the cavity on the window, from whence he came. The coiling bondage that had incapacitated the previous security guard melted to a puddle beside the unresponsive individual. On the floor, the liquid hydrokinetically amalgamated, forming a crystallized spear. It levitated into the palm of the manipulator. He nonchalantly threw it aside, aiming the projectile at a sneaky straggler, impaling the security officer's shoulder and pinning him to the entrance door.
An entry from the Blue Journal:
Once more, The Judgement has taken to the skies, along with its abiding thirst for change in the horizons. Its ardent subjects will not waver from their moral responsibility, until society has been cleansed of injustice and the vileness it begets. Yesterday, I encountered the ambassador of the apocalypse(See "The Park".)-- fair-faced, yet riped with malicious intent. Her crimson eyes spoke the affliction she desired to bring about on us all. Verily, we will not remain idle in our efforts to cancel the nefarious scheme. Whether the threats are hollow or poverished, we shall approach everyday as the calm before the storm. However, today, we face a new storm; and it is brewing just over the Occidental waters-- the place of my beginning.
The Lawless Seven congregated on the robust main deck. Shoulder-to-shoulder, they immersed around the sentient machine-- except for Henri Barclay, who carelessly laid his lanky posterior on the narrow gunwale, laxly swinging his leg over the ledge and gnawing on a cutlass blade. Draco played over the latest audio broadcast it had intercepted from a local Tokyo radio station. The broken feed relayed the garbled voice of a woman, that was emmitting from its wrist transceiver. <Japan has begun military-assisted evacuations throughout the city. And it appears that bomb squads have arrived to the scene, in an attempt to dispose the egg-shaped explosives. The behemoth poultry has s-star-->
Static filtered the rest of the transmission. "Your service was sufficient," Rio assured the sentient android, lightly patting its cold, metallic scalp plate. The Sky Captain dispersed himself from the rag-tag gathering, treading towards the ship's bow, taking gradual steps across the hardwood floor. He yanked the blue-colored, regal naval coat that hung on the ship's steering wheel, along the way. The article of clothing flapped like a waving cape, being grandiosely fitted over the pirate's sun-seasoned complexion. Oceanus swayed back-and-forth on the back of its master, harmoniously imitating the movements of the cryptic wielder.
At journey's end, Captain Rio Fukamachi turned to meet his stern gaze with that of his stalwart cohorts, subtly proclaiming dominion of The Judgement and its newfound berth. "We shall put an end to this foul conjuring," promised the confident leader. Despite the stifled laughter among the company of six, the human-Aquarian hybrid held a steadfast temperament of patience. The anamorphic mammal failed to keep his immaturity absent in the presence of a crucial statement. "Fowl! He said fowl! Get it?!" Disapproving mutters quietly etched the silent ambience. Lurtz, the gentle giant, twitched the bushy mustache upon his lips at Rocky the Raccoon with ease, implying it was not the time or place for comedic relief.
"My brothers and sisters -" began Fukamachi, completely neglecting the previous interruption made by the spry critter, "- this is the chance to squander the misguided conjectures the public has of us." A powerful balled fist formed on the energetic Captain's hand. "Our adversaries continue to speak lies, as if they speak on our behalf-- painting us as terrorists. But, we know better. These politicians and their so-called front for justice is laughable. They only care for that which they can gain, at the expense of innocent lives; disguising themselves as humanity's saviors. Make no mistake, they will never tarry from hunting you, because they fear what you are. You are the true front for justice. And it is time we remind the people of this truth. Fire the cannons and burn the filth!"
Captain Rio unsheathed his gunblade and proudly raised it to the red sky. The Lawless Seven recited the mantra of righteous conviction, forming the number seven with their index fingers and thumbs ,"We are the seven, bringing judgement from the heavens."