Psych evaluations for Office of Naval Intelligence agents

Day 1

A man strolls into a small room with a table and 2 chairs. In his hands was a large stack of papers, personnel files. As he sat down, he looked through each file as he poured a glass of water for himself.

Some time has passed and the doctor is now seeing his first patient.

"Let us begin." He said to a young man, "I'm going to a word and you will tell me what comes up after. Just the first word that pops in your mind."

In the next session, he says the same thing and starts over.

"Nation."

"The people" A young boy replied calmly. He sat up a little bit and the sword to his side moved a bit.

"Gun"

"A tool" An older man said softly

"ONI"

"Demons" another young boy replied with interest in his voice. He had a strange top hat on the table.

"Kill"

"Necessary" Now a young woman replied

"Mariejois" the doctor named the capital of the World.

Not answering, the young woman stared off when mentioned the name.

"Mariejois" the doctor repeated

The woman looked up, and images of fire, terror and screams were in her thoughts. In her flashback, she saw a Fishman who was almost a brilliant skin color like a red sea bream fish and then remembered being a little girl turning her head to the distant away from her village when she heard gunfire. The woman recomposed herself as she replied.

"Absolute Power."

The note book closed, ending the evaluations.

Marine HQ training hall

In the large hall, where usually a couple hundred Marines would occupy, a man trains by himself. The sword he held in one hand was a Mameluke. It had a very dull scabbard that used to be shiny but had long since lost it luster. As the man drew the blade, the blade was in good condition with the hilt being a worn pearl color with just as dull golden color on the cross guard.

Elsewhere, a man was running down the streets, turning his head to look back every so often and ran faster when he saw something still chasing him. As he turned a corner and jumped down to the lower level, he stopped to take a breath as he held the suitcase in his hands. Just as the man felt safe, the brick wall next to him seem to be running like wet clay pouring out of it slowly and silently into the ground next to him. As the small drops of liquid continued to pool up, they started to form together and something started to emerge from it. As the man still unaware of what is behind him, he loads his gun to defend himself. The pool of clay like substance begin to change shape and looked more human. Hair started to form on the head, somewhat long and brown as the clay it came from, lips of red and piercing eyes.

"Give it up and I'll let you go." The formed woman spoke, startling the man as he turned around quickly and fired his gun at the woman's face.

But the ending wasn't what you expect. There was a dead body on the floor, but it wasn't the woman's. She was shot in the head, a gaping hole through and through but the hole was closing in on itself and the rest of her body was revealed to the light. Her back was partly shown in the light as a small glimpse of what was underneath it would interest any man but the most prominent feature was the bright tattoo of a fiery red sun that seems to cover her entire back.

As she turned a corner, her face changed into someone else as she blended into the crowd, disappearing into it almost.

Back in the training hall, the lone Marine tested his sword as he performed moves, remembering each technique and how a single stroke can end a life. The sweat on his body seemed to start moving as if something was pulling them. Water seemed to be forming on the blade of his sword from seemingly no where as he spins around, like he was gathering it from the very air around him. Then with one finishing move, he slashed twice in front of him, sending the water on his blade off and at super speeds. The results were sharp waves of water hitting the stone walls and cutting right into them. He finished up and didn't even wipe his head, for there was no more sweat on his body even. Putting his shirt back on, his uniform states he was a Colonel in rank despite his young age.

Looking to the newspaper on the table, he picked it up. The headline said Two Years since Marineford

"Col. MacTavish," A Marine called to him, "You have a message, sir."

The Marines in the building looked a lot different from your typical types; mostly their uniforms were not the same. Instead of the typical white shirts and blue pants, these Marines wore uniforms with a sort of dull green and khaki colors. And unlike the more widely seen Marines' white caps, these Marines were wedge caps.

MacTavish had changed into more civilian clothing complete with a jacket as he read the message, holding his sword tucked in his armpit.

"Inform the Admiral that I am ready to depart for Sabody."

Walking to a balcony, he opened the doors outside and the dry winds of the hot desert hit his face, but he walked outside nonetheless. He can hear down the hall, the cries of a baby and a woman shushing the little child. The young woman's blue hair flowed as a gentle breeze came through the window. MacTavish smiled as he stood there.

"I'll say hi to Luffy for you, my princess. The promised day is coming and I need to go." He takes his ring off and placed it on the table as he leaves. "With love, my dear."

"Be safe." The princess replied.

Meanwhile, in an alley, a group of street thugs were mugging someone. As they continued on, the loud sounds of boots stomping onto the ground caught their attention. They turned and noticed a man walking up to them, seemingly not caring who was in front. The thugs left their victim against the wall to approach the man, assuming he was some kind of hero. They tried to block his path and then the young man looked up at them, tipping his top hat to the side and smiled as something slipped through the sleeve of his long coat and when his hand caught it, it was a tomahawk.

Bodies hit the ground as the "hero" fought back against the thugs trying to swarm him. He continued to smile as he worked the small axe gracefully around, tripping one with it and another, he just smacked into the face. When it was all over, the guy twirled his tomahawk around his hand and sets it back into his coat. He picked up his top hat and placed it back on his head, dusting off the goggles on it.

"This place has turned for the worse. And these guys call themselves Marines." He said as he walked from the alley, revealing that he was in Marineford.

Standing over the place where Ace died, the young man took his hat off and bowed to pay respects to the dead.

"Luffy is going to shit himself when he seems me. Watch our backs, Ace. I'm not letting another brother die."

Weeks later - Sabaody Archipelago

The three had gathered at the local Marine outpost. Having noticed how much the town has turned to crap, they decided to split up.

"I'm going to pick up Luffy. The ladies will most likely have a ride for him on the way. I was the last crew to see him. It fits that I should be the first and bring him here safely."

"And what do you want us to do?" the woman asked

"Koala, I need you to go under water. Jimbei's going to want to see you."

"And what about me, Dante?" the young man tips his hat.

"Well, Sabo…you do what you do best around here. I'm sure you'll find something to occupy your time."

Sabo smiled a bit as he got up and left.

Dante looked out the window as he finished his drink.

"So much time has passed…where does it all go?"

First story arc:

Dante MacTavish – The Spy of the Straw Hats