Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop

Starboard deck of the SS Victoria, 1am, Several nautical miles off the coast of Aroa

Six of the recruits gather, as ordered, in the dead of placid night. Between them, they gather the sense to keep their voices down (or to keep each other's voices down), before someone (let's say Lucian, for shits and gigs) notices their side of the boat affords a lovely view of the open ocean, rather than the coastline from which their transport would be due to arrive.

A quick investigation on the port side of the deck is interrupted by Nada, who "shush!"s loudly at them as he was ordered. Someone's due to ask him what the flying fuck he's doing, but Gerald slopes around a corner and gives you all a nod instead.

"Finished dealing with the guards," he explains, then motions for you to follow before directing you all down a makeshift ladder.

A fishing boat, rig slowly succumbing to rust, is loaded up with crates and sulks low in the water. Much to the relief of the more fastidious Rocketeers, the floors are clear of fish guts or whatever else you were expecting. Crates have been piled up against the trawl rig, and one especially large box with a tarpaulin strapped over it perhaps catches your attention. It's also got a small cabin, through the windscreen of which you catch the captain's tobacco-chomping scowl. His crew consists of one kid, a bit on the twitchy side, busying himself securing the freshly-acquired cargo.

Once the last of you clambers down the ladder, Gerald flicks his hand in a motion that is probably most easily described as dismissal. This seems to be all the farewell you're going to get.

Up in the control room of the SS Victoria, a light flicks off.