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Zero Moon: Tree of Great Justice

In A.D. 2007, Piracy was beginning.

Aboard a massive ferry, a wizened Sea Captain by the name of Pascal sat behind his office desk in his long blue coat and white captain's cap. He leisurely enjoyed the good weather the day had to offer him.

However, this would not last, as storm clouds quickly brewed. As the sky darkened, a massive bolt of lightning struck the ferry's starboard.

"What happen?" Pascal demanded one of the nearby crew members.

A tall, muscular man with spiky red hair ran straight into the office, having apparently witnessed the damage.

"Somebody set up us the storm." He reported.

At the same time, a young man with silver hair and squinty eyes quickly overlooked the status of the ship's communication system on a digital interface on his desk.

"We get signal" The squinty-eyed man calmly stated.

"What!" Captain Pascal shouted, which was apparently not in the form of a question.

"Main screen turn on." The squinty-eyed man commanded the system interface.

Immediately, a flat screen television that was hung up at the wall before Pascal turned on. The screen revealed a feminine, sinister man with wild violet hair, sharp red eyes, and unnaturally pale skin with a hint of red lipstick. He donned a deep crimson cape with a flared collar.

"It's you!!!" Pascal shouted in immense fury.

"How are you gentleman!!" the evil man greeted, being the second character to neglect the form of a question, "All your crop are belong to us."

The evil man's smirk widened before giving a casual chuckle.

"You are on the way to destruction." He declared.

"What you say!!!" Pascal roared, having decided at this point that it was useless to shout things in the form of a question.

The sinister figure simply replied, "You have no chance to survive make your time. Ha ha ha ha...."

And with that, the screen switched off on its own.

"Captain!" the squinty-eyed operator cried.

Knowing that time was of the essence, Pascal had to take drastic measures. He was fully aware that the manipulated thunderstorms would decimate his ferry within moments.

"Take off every SEED!" he ordered into a nearby microphone.

As soon as the order was issued, numerous armored, high-tech lifeboats were launched.

"You know what you doing." He assured the passengers aboard these mysterious lifeboats dubbed SEED.

He then flipped off the audio system, with his arms and head resting on the desk rather nervously.

The only people he had left company were the operator and mechanic at his side, who witnessed him with the deepest of sympathy.

"Move SEED… for great justice." He uttered solemnly.