Normal RPG rules.
For TM, allies, and others.
It was black outside, a thick fog stuck to the air and the waves of the Pacific rocked steadily. The water seemed to jump at the moon illuminating the darkness all around. A small fleet rowed homed with Money, gold, weapons and riches beyond comprehension. The crew cheered as they neared home, but suddenly a cold chill blew past and the moon hid behind the clouds. A large freighter ship emerged from the depths, a black mist tailing it. Among the mast stood Tenth Magnitude's worst enemy, The Dark Prince. One crew member crawled to the captain's quarters, shocked by the massacre that had occurred, blood flying every direction and marinating the sea. He managed to send out a distress signal to the TM base.