Just after Travis voiced his suggestions, Nemo was more than happy to address their predicament with trigger happy violence as he armed himself. The Untalent nearly objected to this statement but ultimately, it was perhaps their only answer now that the ship's crew outside had found their container storing their munitions. Sparring little time, the crew outside disengaged the runic lock and then pried the container's doors open, only to be met by Nemo's skillfully executed fan-fire from his revolver, dropping all of them dead.

With coast now clear for the time being, everyone made their way onto the bloodied deck while the ship shifted postures as the seas became rougher. Travis noted that the weather was getting darker, heralding the worse of the storm as flashes of lightning could be seen close by and the roar of thunder echoing through out the region; wherever that was. Just as Nemo mirthfully predicted in a wager no one was going to participate in, the ship's alarm blared having been likely triggered by someone nearby having witnessed the sudden carnage. Soon the vessel's main bridge structure encompassed itself in a magical barrier as security protocols were now in effect. Travis surmised this was a precaution in preventing the ship from being hijacked.

Nemo declared the bridge as their new objective and pointed out that the barrier was being projected by a couple of emitters placed both inside and outside the ship. He had also discussed then detailed his plan to have their lot split up into two teams to deactivate both emitters but also warned that the resistance that they may encounter would come from Seidon's own vanguard of thugs. It became obvious that Nemo had gone into great lengths in gathering this information so they would be all the more prepared for the tasks set before them.

"Seem pretty clear to me," Travis replied after Nemo inquired if anyone had concerns they wanted to bring up, "though while I'm not usually thrilled in operating a firearm..."

Travis' voice wondered off after having found a particular article in his tome he'd been skimming through the entire time and begun speaking in old gothic as he enacted an incantation. As he cited the tome, Travis presented his right hand now imbued with a eerie green aura towards the munitions. The cases storing the armaments suddenly shook, almost violently even until they broke open, revealing a number of firearms flying out in the same creepy aura. The collection of rifles, automatics both compact and full sized, and other conventional guns loaded their magazines and shells and cocked into combat readiness as if some unseen entities were actually operating them.

"...I wouldn't reckon you'd be opposed to us taking [i]all[/i] of them would you?" said Travis having finished his spell and turning to face his team , bearing a clever grin on his face. He then looked over his shoulder towards Zoey and Zuri, "you guys ready?"