Summary
The World Government along with The Marines are two of the strongest organisation, and two which are said to be the very essences of Justice. What if, unknown to the rest of the world but to several few, that they have made an enemy of a certain organisation whose island was obliterated from Earth? Los Lumos - is assembled comprising of survivors from the chaos that ensued in the Island of Lumos, once located in the Calm Belt. What reason does the Justice have to annihilate the Island of Lumos? How will the Los Lumos exact their revenges on this Justice?
Following the events of Enies Lobby's destruction, Straw Hat pirates find themselves worthy of Los Lumos' alliance, and find themselves landed with a girl who states that they are her 'clients'. Fe de Lumos is all business. She couldn't care less if her 'clients' are the notorious Whitebeard pirates or the reckless Straw Hat pirates. What's important is that her goal is reached. However, it seems the Straw Hat crews have a different thing in mind for the aloof girl. Monkey D. Luffy wants her as his crew! Only to be rejected flatly by said girl every instances he asked her.
After having a reindeer for a doctor, a cyborg for a shipwright, will the Straw Hat pirates gain themselves another unworldly addition of crew in Fe de Lumos?
Okay, so this is my first One Piece fanfic. This is the background of the story, which is highly recommended before reading the next chapter. This fanfic will depict more of the Straw Hat interactions with the OC on the ship, since their conversations are rarely shown in the canon other then when they are fighting.
Pairings : Undecided
Disclaimer : I own only the OCs.
Prologue
Islands on the seas of Calm Belt are nearly unreachable due to the lurking giant Sea Kings that took the place as their breeding grounds.
The lack of ocean's current and seas' breeze are also the main reasons why little to no ships make their ways far to the Calm Belt.
It's a nearly impenetrable fortress.
If not for the Marines' Navy Ships and their new innovative uses of Seastones on their ships.
These islands, that should have been hidden from the rest of the world, involuntarily accept the Marines and their higher-ups commonly known as the World Government as their sole 'outsider' guests.
"FIRE! Don't let anyone escapes! Burn the island!"
When one of these islands ignites the fury of these God-like existences, repentance in the form of flaming seas and eradication of a chunk of land otherwise known as island is performed by none other then their trusty aide.
"Kill anyone in sight! No one must leave this place alive!"
Absolute Justice, are the two words highly upheld by the Marines, the beholder of Justice itself, directly serving under the world's creators and their also saint descendants. Disobedience in any forms are the heaviest crimes, treason to the world itself.
"Held your head high, men! This is all done in the name of Justice! You helped rid the world of the most treacherous criminals!"
To maintain the perfect and peaceful world where everyone can be happy, sacrifices are irreplaceable for the sake of the greater good. And to execute the necessary procedures, an ultimate attack proclaimed as Justice itself, the Buster Call, is completed.
"Report, sire! The Island of Lumos has been completely destroyed, no- it's existence been wiped off the chart, sir!"
These 'criminals' have offended the World Government and 'Justice', thus they deserved the 'salvation' which is kindly granted by the World Government to pardon them of their unforgivable sins, - Death.
"No survivor is detected! Buster Call has been successfully and flawlessly performed, sir!
Every time the Marines performed their apprehensions, executions, and wide-scaled invasions, they are all done in the name of Justice. For a better world, a better future.
"End of report!"
Civilians are expected for full-cooperations to their heroes, and no further questionings are accepted. News and informations provided are also restricted and filtered by these heroes in the people's best interest.
As such, the obliteration of an unknown island located on the Calm Belt is deemed unnecessary for the world to know.
'Buster Call is the ultimate form of military attack used by the Marines. It is a result of the Marine doctrine of Absolute Justice. Only the very highest authorities are granted the power to initiate it, which is at most, ten people; the three Admirals and Fleet Admiral or Marines, the Gorosei and the Commander-in-Chief.'
The passages are written with clear and distinct black ink, seemingly showing their absoluteness and Justice to their readers. Information can either be a potion or poison depending on how it's used, a method the Marine and World Government had achieved in perfection.
"Justice." A girl echoed the word in a quiet mutter, her grip on the leather-covered papers tightened. She restrained her urge to snort and burn said book following this 'Justice', her justice.
An island incinerated along with their people certainly can't be worded as 'Justice'. Yet to this day, those perpetrators live on with no shame or guilt in the least, holding their heads up high facing the blue sky.
'They have committed a heavy crime, a treason of the highest degree and is an extreme danger to the world's population and thus to be exterminated at first sight with no mercy!' is the reason why her kin are massacred along with her homeland.
A crime. Civilians having committed crimes are to be held custody and served trials by the authority of the Marines, while Marines have their own courts to question their subordinates, and the World Government is the Saint.
That is, the World's Absolute Justice.
"Fe? You there? Fe? The Elder called for you...!" A frantic call echoed across the books-holding lumbers as worried footsteps paced closer to the girl's hearing range. "Fe? Fe- GAH! Y-You're here!" the boy exclaimed in surprise, his hand automatically flew to his chest, soothing his erratic heartbeats.
"Luz. You said something about the Elder asking for my presence?" The girl greeted curtly as she shut the book in her hands, before sliding it back to where she took it from.
The boy inhaled and exhaled twice as he calmed his surprise, when he is, he locked gaze with the bluest set of eyes, oceans reflected in those twinkling orbs. "Uh, yeah.. He asked for you. Better go now." he replied weakly, pointing his finger to the door with a sheepish grin.
"..and I've been telling you to call me Allen... though, yeah.. there's no way you would.." Luz muttered under his breath, dark clouds looming over his slumped shoulders. Either she didn't hear or that she ignored it, Fe proceed to turn her heels.
"I understand. Thank you." she nodded, giving a customary bow of gratitude before she walked off the room. As she walked, the soles of her shoes made a muffled clanking sound against the iron floor. The walk to her destination doesn't take a long time, only that it's located on the opposite wing of where she was reading.
A look to her left, and she could see fishes swimming past the tempered glass installed as windows within the submarine. This is her home, where she lived and grew up for her entire span of life. A submarine, and not an island.
"Elder. It's Fe de Lumos. I heard you call." The girl knocked twice on the metal door, announcing her arrival before answer resounded from the other side of the room. "Come in." was the simple muffled reply.
Fe pushed the door open and closed it behind her. She took a few steps forward before settling for a 90 degrees bow, keeping her posture until another call is spoken.
"Come closer. I have a mission for you." Fe slowly raised her back to see the Elder, an elderly man in his late sixties with a firm gaze and commanding presence. Fe obliged and stepped closer, stopping before the desk where the man is seated, his elbows propped on his desk.
"I believe you have heard about the Enies Lobby's incident a few days ago." The man started as the girl nodded slightly. "And also a certain pirate crews responsible for the whole mess." she nodded again.
The man chuckled. "Is it not amusing, dear? Those rotten men's target was actually the lone survivor of Ohara, another island victim to the Buster Call twenty years past. Who is also a crew of this particular pirate crews. Must be something."
Ohara is another island subjected to Buster Call, their execution was held prior to the Island of Lumos, and unlike Ohara, the Island of Lumos saved 30% of their whole populations during the attack, having roughly 60 people at the time.
The Island of Lumos is special as it's inhabited with a peculiar tribe, whose living styles made possible the impossible number of 30% survival rate. Those who was not included in the numbers bravely fought the invaders and held their grounds until the remaining inlanders managed to escape the aftermath.
"I can see the potential here, and I'm sure you felt it, too." The man spoke in an authoritative tone, and the girl nodded again. "Fe de Lumos. I hereby order you to initiate contact with the Straw Hat pirates. They are to be your 'clients' until further instruction is given."
Fe immediately saluted the man before her. "Order received, Elder. Fe de Lumos shall now carry her mission and depart in the next hour." the man nodded.
"Take your Orca. It will be a long journey, Fe. The Straw Hat's possible current location has been registered in your radar. Last sighting was at Water Seven." the man filled in the details, as Fe let her hand fell to her side.
"There's more." He added, his gaze firmly locked on the girl's form. "..Disclosure of your identity is your own choice. Again, I have no say in the matter. Do as you see fit." the man's tone is soft, almost pleading. Fe's blue orbs dulled and darken, her twinkles vanished.
"I understand, Elder." Fe answered without faltering. "I will be going." she turned on her heels, exiting the room without a glance back to see the Elder with a sad, nearly remorseful expression.
Fe walked to her private quarter, a boring room with almost no colour but grey. She won't even miss the room she sleeps in her whole life. She has no attachment to this huge chunk of metal she calls 'home'. Her home was destroyed, and vanished from existence before she was even born.
The only things precious in her room, she will take along, other then that, the room itself is useless. Fe grabbed her treasured katana from it's wooden stand rack, then she pushed it behind her back, tucking it neatly. Lastly, she took her prepared rucksack and left the room shut.
Fe was few steps away from her room when she heard someone call her. "Fe! You're leaving?!" the raven-haired boy gasped as he crouched before her, catching his breaths. He is never one for stamina, one reason why he sticks close to Fe like a glue.
"Luz. In fact, I'm on my way to Port 1." Fe informed indifferently. She is not sure why the dark-haired boy enjoys being near her despite her constant cold shoulders. Luz doesn't even belong in her rank, and he has to make those extra efforts to actually meet her for a short chat where she speaks only ten words at most.
Luz looks disheartened, his expression fell as his shoulders slumped. "..Will you be gone long this time?" he asked in a defeated tone, his gaze lingering on his black shoes.
"I honestly don't know." Fe dismissed quickly. "My only duty is to complete the mission. Nothing more, nothing less." she stated robotically. "Anyway, I'm leaving." she turned and walked away, leaving the depressed boy in the hallway.
Why should she long for this sinking metal that dived and stay under for nearly the whole course of its life? Thanks to this submarine, she can count the amount of times she sees the sun with her ten fingers. And she is not the only one.
That's one reason why Fe loves going on missions uncaring of its difficulties just to escape this suffocating life of living underwater.
The Island of Lumos is forever gone. What's left is few survivors and the submarine they call 'home', - Los Lumos.
Author's note:
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