DISCLAIMER: I do not own this tournament, One Piece, Deathklok, Metal Gear Solid, X-Men, or any other characters that might appear in this story.

Author's Note: I'm back in this tourney, baby! For those just tuning into the tournament, contestants that have lost both of their original characters are allowed to return to the battlefield if they use an abandoned character. As Smoker was abandoned by the host, avararjk137, that means I can get back to kicking kiester! …Oh, and in case you're wondering, the title is 'The Commodore' translated into German. I like German.

…Oh, and there's some mild language. Just warning you.

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Der Kommodore - Prologue

Smoker was almost ready to get up and give up. There was no way he could reconcile working with deceitful bastards like BORED – even the relatively reasonable ones like Ofdensen and occasionally Solidus. It was time to bring back the old Smoker – the one who had no problem telling superiors to eat shit so he could go pursue justice his way. Snapping back to reality, he noticed a redheaded woman with a very unusual skin tone slinking into his line of sight, at a moderate distance. He tensed to fight yet again, but then recognized her – Mystique, one of the other Enforcers – and relaxed a hair. "What're you doing here? Don't tell me they've sent you do get diplomatic with me?"

Mystique shrugged. "I was told I'd get a new keycard to replace the one I'd lost if I came here and followed the instructions."

Smoker tensed again. "I can't believe this… they're pitting two of us against each other?!"

She shook her head. "My instructions were just to watch for anything 'strange'." Smoker noticed a few Klokateers coming out of the forest behind her. "Although I didn't expect to have backup, so that already qualifies."

Smoker sighed and got up. "You won't have to wait long; I'm heading back to HQ." He was rubbing the back of his neck when he felt his ears pop painfully. "What was that?"

"The force field is down," Mystique murmured. "I'm calling them." She raised her walkie-talkie, but a Klokateer waved her down. "Since when is this your call?"

"Do you have a keycard that outranks mine?" the Klokateer replied curtly. Mystique glared but lowered the device, then blinked.

Smoker found himself blinking, too. It had just gone from being nearly sundown to noon in terms of ambient light. He looked up, and found a column of light fast approaching. "Well, shit."

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The Lotus Eater. A powerful satellite owned by BORED, capable of emitting a fifteen-foot beam of light that could vaporize all organic matter. By 'organic', it would not destroy possessions such as keycards and weapons, allowing the corporation to eliminate any bothersome contestants or rogue enforcers while being able to get hold of their swag…well, they could, if they were not preoccupied with one of the most powerful dairy-centric demons in modern times. It was this laser that brought about the death of Commodore Smoker.

…At least, that was what Solidus was hoping for. The former president had not been worried about Smoker using his powers to evade the laser. After all, smoke is visible because of the carbon particles suspended in it, and carbon chemical compounds were considered organic in the realm of science. However, there was a technicality that had been overlooked: the simplest carbon compounds are officially classified as inorganic compounds. Because of this, the laser purposely ignored these simple carbon compounds, such as carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide.

Two of the compounds found in smoke.

In the brief seconds between when he saw the beam and its impact, Smoker had used the powers of his Devil Fruit to change his body into smoke. Though he was unaware of the laser's organism-killing properties, the commodore was familiar with the concept that light passes through gas. The blast was followed by a loud crackle and a rush of hot wind, powerful enough to blow the smoke body clear out of the purged area before the light faded away.

By the time that the wind petered out, Smoker was a good few miles away from the blast zone. He had a good idea about what just happened. It was rather hard NOT to connect a multi-million corporation full of pricks and bastards he had recently had a falling-out with to an implement of death aimed right at him. In hindsight, it was horribly imbecilic to believe that they were honest when they told him he'd get an evening to think things over and then be able to leave with the knowledge that their entire business is fuelled by the blood of innocents. By now, those lying snakes had probably talked to his men at the base already, telling them whatever falsehoods they needed to keep them involved in this twisted game of theirs.

His course of action was clear: get in, get his men, get vengeance, and get out. Of course, this was going to be difficult. His juttes were back at the base with Taishigi, though they were broken anyways. The Den Den Mushi he would have used to contact her with had been saved, but it would be too big of a risk to use in case BORED did get to them first. All he had were the clothes on his back, the cigars in his pocket, and the front-door key to the base where his backstabbing employers were held up. It wasn't much, but it would be enough for now.

It was one thing to fuck around with Commodore Smoker. It was another to fuck with his men. And he wouldn't give in until he paid BORED back for all the shit he'd gone through.

END PROLOGUE

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Authors Note #2: The first section of this chapter was taken straight from avatarjk137's final entry for Smoker, for the record. By the way, even if I hadn't adopted Smoker, there's too big of a loophole for his death to be permanent. If the Lotus Eater doesn't fry inorganic matter, even if they might not be as durable as a keycard, wouldn't his clothes and cigars remain? I doubt that they're also organic…then again, the 'rush of hot wind' after the blast might've toasted them…

Also, I just realised something. It's Easter, and Smoker would've been declared officially dead if he wasn't adopted by the end of the tournament...weird coincidence, huh?