Prologue
The massive iron gray passenger ship pulled up alongside the Tanshui docks. The crew hurriedly threw the lines to the dockers who tied the ship off seconds before the gangplank slammed down. A woman with long black hair down to the small of her back and dressed in a white gakuran with white skirt frills on the hem of the shirt was first down the gangplank.
*clack*
As her heel hit the concrete dock a wind kicked up, blowing her hair back and causing her uniform to flap in the wind, along with the uniforms of all those behind her. She spun on her heel and faced the small army of young people coming down the gangplank, a bright light backlighting her.
*clack*
"Attention Duelists of Honnoji Academy! You are here to represent us at the Shisanawa International Duel Monsters Tournament! You will not falter! You will not kneel! And you will not lose! We are Honnoji Academy, the finest Duelists in Japan, and we shall become the finest Duelists in the world! Now move out!"
She turned and pointed at the center of the small island they had landed on, the Duelists with her charging forward with a yell. As the dust settled four others joined her, a young green haired man with a light green bandana with eye slits over his upper face, a short girl with pink hair wearing a band conductor's hat, a slender man with pale blue hair and glasses, and a tanned giant with blonde hair.
"You are all prepared?"
The giant pressed his fist to his chest as he bowed.
"Yes Lady Satsuki, our decks are prepared. We are still going ahead with the plan?"
"Of course we are Ira," said the green haired man as he swaggered forward "we can't exactly let Lady Satsuki's father get what he wants, could we?"
"Why don't you say that a little louder, you northern Kanto Monkey." muttered the Pink haired girl.
"Now, now Nonon, Uzu can't help himself. You know how her gets when he's about to duel." said the blue haired man. "Besides, I've got the entire area blanketed in a jamming field, so no one could hear us anyway."
Satsuki rounded on the blue haired man, "Never assume that Inumuta! He has other ways of listening in." With that she looked over her shoulder, seemingly seeing nothing she turned back, only to quickly spin around again and hurl a kunai into a nearby alley. A shriek from the alley preceded a very large eyeball with the kunai lodged in it falling from the shadows and rolling towards Satsuki, who walked over to it and wrenched the kunai out. After a few seconds the creature dissolved into a shadowy mist, as did the blood on the kunai.
"A Monster Eye," she turned to the others "we have to move, where there is one, there are others."
She strode across the dock to an old man in a suit who was holding a briefcase. She opened the case, offering a small smile to the old man, and took out a small silver disk. The disk had a round screen on top, like a tablet, a strap for the wearers arm underneath and two small holo drones on the sides that would fly out and set up the holo field. Satsuki fit her Duel Disk to her arm and marched down the dock, towards destiny.
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On the other side of the island another young woman was getting off of a ship, except she was driving a Harley Sportster out of the cargo hold with Swedish Pagans blaring out of its sound system. She gunned the engine and raced down the ramp, scattering a few dockworkers as she did and raced out of the dockyard, her bike roaring.
A short time later she was parked at a scenic overlook on top of the large hill in the center of the island, gazing at the few small towns on the island. She switched off her bike and walked over to the barrier, taking her helmet off. She shook out her short black hair, a stripe of red hair falling into its customary place just above her left eye.
She was wearing a tight black leather jacket with matching leather chaps, with blue jeans underneath, leather boots as well as fingerless leather gloves. She unzipped her jacket, exposing her Iron Maiden tour shirt and leaned on the barrier. A slight wind ruffled her hair as she gazed pensively over the island, as if she was looking for something.
"I'll find the bastard that hurt you grandpa, and I'll make them pay!"
She turned and walked back to her bike and opened the saddlebag, exposing the old fashioned Duel Disk inside. It was a dull grey, with blue monster slots and, in its deactivated state, the play field, which looked like an arm blade, was split into two halves, one of which had two slots and the field zone while the other had three slots. When worn, the deck would sit above the wrist, the graveyard was at a right angle to it away from the body and the extra deck and banished zone where on the opposite side from the deck. It was the revised version of the second model Duel Disks that had been created nearly thirty years ago.
As she looked at the old device, unseen by her, a ghostly figure of a woman with long purple hair, a bone mask with horns that covered her eyes, a red cloak, a breastplate made of jagged bones and a small tasset, also made of bone, appeared behind her. The Archfiend Empress looked upon her duelist, and smiled.