The Spear of The Navy

“My name is Thomas Chandler, Commander United States Navy, serial number 4242022634.” Independent Role Play Selective. Semi-private. Read the rules Written by TK

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Grey:

Lexie shook her head with a small smile. “You’re not getting cramps from laying down long, trust me, I’d know.” She told him with a nod before playing her cards. “Good. I promise you’ll be back up on your feet in a day or two if everything is healed as well as the last time I checked.”

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Grunting his displeasure, he watched her cards and shook his head slowly. "A day or two--that's too long." Although Chandler would never admit to it, he was something of a control freak. Being forced into a sick bed to await the healing of his injury, it made him uncomfortable in the same way that taking one's hands off of a steering wheel in the middle of rush hour traffic might have. His confidence in his crew was strong, but that did not make what felt like lounging around playing games, any easier. "And, how were they?"

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Starter Call

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&. JEALOUSY STARTERS.

— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;

“i’m not stupid. who was s/he?”

“they keep looking at you…”

“i’m not jealous. fuck off.”

“why don’t you ask him/her instead?”

“i can see that s/he is into you.”

“stop flirting with him/her.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“i’m literally right here, babe.”

“you smile like that because you know you’ll get attention.”

“i didn’t come here to watch you flirt with other people.”

“what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“so i’m not allowed to be upset that s/he were hanging all over you?”

“it’s not funny.”

“i don’t fucking care. you’re supposed to be mine.”

“tell them to stop touching you.”

“i saw the way you looked at him/her.”

“well when you say it like that, it does sound crazy.”

“i have nothing to be jealous of.”

“you were staring at his/her ass.”

— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ - ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;

“do you not trust me?”

“i’m not flirting with anyone.”

“don’t do this here. you’re making a scene.”

“baby, look at me.”

“i didn’t even notice s/he was there!”

“you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“s/he’s just a friend.”

“you’re so cute.”

“no one is flirting with anyone.”

“you’re overreacting.”

“please tell me that you’re not serious.”

“you’re not even making any sense.”

“i’m yours. you know i’m yours.”

“what? i wasn’t looking anywhere!”

“that’s just the way i talk, actually.”

“i only have eyes for you.”

“be logical for once, oh my god.”

“you know i’m not doing it on purpose.”

“you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

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Nothing is impossible,           not if you have the will,                         the courage,                                      and a good plan.

  Commander Tom Chandler from The Last Ship     Written by TK

                                         Home Ask Rules

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Maragogipe:

Even if he hadn’t been declared ‘free’ to do as he thought fit he would have done so behind Chandler’s back. Perhaps the captain was looking to establish a role of exception. It was far too early for Maragogipe to make any judgement calls. If Chandler was a true ‘US’ navy captain he would follow government conduct and being completely independent Mar knew governments were less than trustworthy.  “I’ll take your family into consideration.” 

"Noted." Chandler watched the man watch him, and he felt a roiling sensation in his chest, like his heart were tapping the backs of his ribs in warning. South American Ops could very easily claim control of the ship, but he did not think that Maragogipe was an insincere man. If he wanted the helm, he'd need only to bully Chandler into handing it over, or kill him for it, the former would be difficult but the latter? Not as tough, not with the stature and obvious threat that he posed. An odd visual flooded his mind, the bigger man in not but his underwear, still surrounded by bloodied bodies--those metal fingers coated in their blood. He was a valuable ally, Chanlder knew. And perhaps more valuable than his physically imposing stature was the information he could acquire in less-than-legal ways. Releasing a slow breath, Chanlder nodded once and knocked his knuckles on the table once. "Duly noted." With that air cleared between him, Half narrowed eyes focused upon Maragogipe until the knock came and he watched one of his crew come in carrying two plates before retreating just as quickly as he'd come in. "I hope it's to your liking." Chandler finally managed, motioning toward the plate before Maragogipe."

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Rocket:

“Decline my offer? They’ve got twice the firepower you have on this bucket.” That just made no sense, if the captain let him have one of the engines he’d save his ship and his entirely human crew. “What are you gonna do? Wave them good luck as you sink? I gotta tell you, I don’t like getting wet.” He wasn’t particularly opposed to getting drenched but if he could avoid it Rocket definitely would. 

Chandler shifted his jaw, set it until the delicate muscles within his temples feathered under the strain as he considered his options and the likelihoods of evasion and dog-fight maneuvers even being remotely efficient with the limping Nathan James and her current low munitions. They could pull it off by the skin of their teeth if he were smart about timing and his people complied. Lowering his pale gaze to Rocket, he pressed his lips into a thin, bloodless line and nodded. "Feel free to head back to the Milano but do not fire up her engines until a hit has been confirmed." A moment later he took a few long steps toward the telephone beside the captain's chair and barked a handful of orders into the receiver end whilst he studied the horizon. They were going to prepare for combat, and they were going to best the ship gaining on them without compromising the integrity of his ship's engines.

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  This is a Tom Chandler role playing blog, but that does not mean I won’t write any of the other members of the Nathan James crew. They are all sort of a package deal, especially if the setting of the story is on the ship. Just a little heads up in case anybody wanted to write with any of the other characters. 

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Grey:

Lexie flashed him a smile. Her mission for a while had been for her to at least flash a smile every day or so. It was her own personal mission while she was on this ship. “As you should.” She told him before watching his motions. “Does your side feel alright? You’re bed ridden so you don’t pull those stitches and cause a bigger wound than before.

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"I think I'm getting cramps for lying down for so long." Chandler's visage remained as even and as stoic as ever, but there was humor clear in those pallid blue eyes as he turned his attention back toward Lexie whilst playing another card he thought might tilt the odds in his favor. "Stitches are fine. I'm fine."

[mancandykings]

PHOTOSHOOT MEME eric dane

[quinlan-xiv]

self care is unashamedly shipping your ocs with canon characters because no one can stop you and you deserve that light in your life

[vhsmeme]

* apocalypse prompts

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vhsmeme:

‘ wanna trade? ’

‘ nothing scares me anymore. ’

‘ i’ll gut you like a fish. ’

‘ we got a code around here. protect each other. ’

‘ aim for the head. ’

‘ i will crack your face in two, do you hear me? now shut up and get back to work. ’

‘ got a death wish? ’ 

‘ i lost someone, too. ’

‘ we need your help. ’

‘ but you’re just a kid. ’

‘ we need supplies. you coming? ’

‘ you took them away from me. my family. people i loved. ’

‘ sometimes, you have to do bad things to survive. ’

‘ i don’t sleep. ’

‘ have mercy! ’

‘ look, it was either him or me.’

‘ they turned. ’

‘ surrender and i might reconsider. ’

‘ get the fuck away from me. ’

‘ are we going to be okay? ’

‘ yeah, i’m a good shot. ’

‘ what do you want? ’

‘ why, that’s a gun pressed to the back of your head. rise and shine, sleeping beauty. ’

‘ you know how to use a gun? ’

‘ i told you to hide. this isn’t a game. people are going to die. ’

‘ we’ll bring them back home, somehow. ’

‘ they’re coming this way. ’

‘ hands up! ’

‘ what was it like? before the world changed? ’

‘ it’s a trap! ’

‘ they’re gone. ’

‘ i can’t walk. ’

‘ easy, easy. it’s only me. ’

‘ we need to keep moving. stay ahead of those things. ’

‘ get some rest. i’ll take the next watch. ’

‘ those things tore your friend apart. remember that. ’

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Shield

@shesxperfectKate places herself between Chandler and danger.

Chandler was in the process of relegating his operators to areas they would be most effective in--that including the young archer woman--when he'd felt her shove hard into his solar plexus with her lean frame. A sharp bark of pain left him as he struggled for balance and to tug the woman down when his body started going horizontal. Unfortunately it did not tug Kate completely out of the line of fire that peppered their location, but he still made an effort to try to drag her down and protect her form with his kevlar and flak covered frame anyway--any damage done, they could see to it that Doc Rios got ahold of her. "What were you thinking?" Chandler growled, an arm curled protectively around Kate's form. "This is how people get killed!"

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Grey:

“Was that a joke I heard?” Lexie asked with a smirk on her face. She looked carefully at her cards before playing her hand. “and your doctor is sticking to it” She told him before leaning back in her chair. “Trust me. Just when you think I’ve run out of games I’ll come back with a few more. I’m a game playing machine.”

"On my ship?" Chandler nearly scoffed and shook his head, as if he were scandalized the doctor would even make such an assumption about him. "Unfortunately, I believe you." Pursing his lips and rubbing slowly over the gauze padding between his skin and shirt, the captain shook his head. "Bed ridden and it feels so bad."

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Rocket:

It would leave them limping? “Meh-” Rocket made a non commital sound and shrugged his shoulders “-I don’t see how that’s my problem.” Putting his hands on his hips the half-worlder looked back up at Chandler.  “Besides, you’re smoozing up with Quill will help ya out. He’s got a soft spot for idiots like you.” Clambering up one of the command chairs Rocket took a look at the rather empty ‘view’.  “Who knows, maybe we’ll give you a tow.”  

If there weren't over two hundred sailors under his charge, maybe Chandler would consider the offer Rocket was trying to entice him with. Maybe. Unfortunately, there were people directly in his charge, and even if the Star Prince could offer his limping vessel a tow, it wouldn't do them any good in the long run. The Nathan James would be in dry dock for too long because there were too few people left alive that knew how to repair a ship's busted and stripped engines. "I am going to have to decline your offer, enticing though it is."

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Stark:

There was something almost adorable about the scrambled captain. It was a type of adorable that would disappear over time and luckily so.  Tony couldn’t help but crack a smile at the captain and gestured his hand so one of the screens on the wall would come to life with a picture of Chandler’s brain and vitals. “Usually you get one but you already have one so let me know when it comes back to you.”  Tony turned to the screen and gestured for Chandler to focus on it with him.  “That’s a picture of your brain, along with all the other important things that hold you on your feet. Right now your brain is trying very hard to figure out why it moved and where it moved to.” Folding his arms to his chest Tony turned back to look at the blank slate. “Two days, you’ll know everything you knew before. In the meantime… We can have something to eat..”  Just because it was always fun to re-develop taste and to figure out what things tasted like Tony had the hub stocked with a bunch of different sorts of foods.  Sure, they weren’t ‘fresh’ ingredients but dried fruits were just as tasty as the ‘fresh’ variety. 

His pale gaze slid to the image that Tony directed his attention to, and for a long moment he considered it. It did definitely look like a brain, but beyond that fact he could not parcel out any information about whether it was abnormal or otherwise. Deliberating on his comment, eventually the commander too a crack at deadpan humor with an even tone. "It's smaller than I'd imagined it." Not that he'd done very much imagining of his own brain size... Or that he knew whether a smallish or larger brain were actually indicative of intelligence. He had two days before things started to fully make sense again. That wasn't so bad. "What will we eat?" Once more, the concept was foreign, but it seemed to make sense to the addled mush that had become his thoughts. If Tony thought they should eat, then he would eat simply for satisfaction of relearning something about him. "You never did give me your name."

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Maragogipe:

Did Chandler control his agency? Not one bit. “If you want us to.” As long as the captain’s orders wouldn’t get in the way of SA’s own directive or the safety of his agents Maragogipe would have everyone comply. “You and I both know that the freedom of intelligence agencies is beyond that of military operations. Would you wish to gain intelligence beyond your restrictions I could imagine you wouldn’t want to ask. So.. on record, yes.” Mar had taken his seat easily and tapped his index finger to the table while observing Chandler.  “Off record our relationship would have greater benefits if you made no attempt at controlling my agents… We have no desire for your position and I shall make no attempts to undermine it.” 

Anticipation roiled within Chandler's belly as he listened and watched Maragogipe observe him. They were free agents, not entirely unlike Tex. Part of the crew but only in presence of domain, not necessarily of concept or command structure. It seemed safest to keep it that way so long as they did not try to rouse any trouble. Pursing his lips and shifting slowly with how he sat, Chandler finally offered a slow nod once and pressed the knuckles of one hand to his lips as if it aided his consideration and conclusion. "I have a feeling that even if arrangements were made, my authority could be overridden by you and yours at the first sign of trouble." Lowering his hand, h nodded again once. "So maybe it doesn't need to be said, but appearances will be upkept around my crew, however you are free to operate as you see fit so long as they are not in any danger. But... You already knew that, didn’t you, Silvo?”

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“Shield” -Mar

@thunderstruckextremisMar places himself between Chandler and danger.

Combat had a way of being simultaneously sluggish as chilled molasses, and faster than the blink of an eye. Seconds were the only difference between life and death, and as Chandler stared down the very face of it, he felt a concussive blow to the side that threw him to the ground and out of the line of fire. It could have been an explosion by the sheer force of it, but when he looked up from where he was sprawling, he noted the broad figure of South American Ops' leader being pelted with the automatic fire from the muzzle of the gun previously pointed at him. If Chandler shouted, he couldn't hear himself doing it. And if he fired, he couldn't feel the sharp staccato of recoil. But he watched the enemy drop, and he felt the tilting, sharp shift of the world as he clambered to his feet and into Maragogipe's form to try to get the man out of the way. Demonic-looking as he was, Chandler guessed he wasn't completely bullet proof even with kevlar and a flak jacket. "What the hell are you doing?!"