Prompt: Memory
Diaclaimer: Eichiro Oda created One Piece, not me. The manga and anime are licensed by Shonen Jump. I make no money from the writing of this fan fiction.
Those fish men kept surfacing from the same spot, Franky reasoned. So if he found the entry point maybe he could block it off. His radical beam had indeed spotted the camera snail, and he fired at a second of coral reef under it. The sparking showed him the power source so he swam towards it as quickly as he could in the shallow water. The doors slid open one more time, one of the fish men cursing to another at the damaged snail. Franky swung his fist and punched them both out so he could slip into the door.
He floated in a seawater chamber, and swam towards what appeared to be a surface gleaming bluish green. Surfacing Franky drew in huge breaths of air. So this was one of their entrances was it? Quickly the cyborg climbed out and rushed into the hall where he saw a squad rounding the corner with their lightening guns.
"FRESH fire!" Franky called out, activating his flamethrower. The fish men scattered and yelped, scalded by the scorching flames.
Robin had to be around here somewhere. It was just a question of narrowing it down. He had a hunch the mastermind behind this would keep her not above ground but somewhere in the underwater area of the base. From back in his water 7 days, he remembered dealing with a group of fish men not far away that were horning in on his salvage operation.
Franky and the girls had driven an underwater sub to their base, finding it housed in a coral reef. They had tunneled into it with many chambers and the doors that opened and closed were much like this design. His hand ran along the smooth wall, porous in texture but damp with saline water.
While Fishmen could breathe with their gills underwater, they also enjoyed spending time in the air. Ocean water was not as oxygen rich as air, and thus harder to keep enriched in stagnant hallway chambers. The green algae coating the walls did the fish men exhale one of the ways in which the oxygen kept being recycled from the carbon dioxide.
"An algae scrubber system, pretty basic but does the job," the shipwright muttered, following the line of undersea flora towards another junction. If he had the right sense of direction, he was doubling back towards the island in a curved path. The snails had to feed into a central location.
"Robin said that they kept the bulk of their operation under the island, and they had a few central pits. I wonder if one of the groups fell into one as a trap..." he worriedly thought. Nami had also been here according to his guess because she knew the location of the island.
They may have made considerable changes since then, but all bases had living quarters, supply quarters, a central power source, and recreation areas. This one had a studio for tone dials, so they must need an infaillable source other than electric eels for power.
"A geotap 4 generator?" Franky guessed after he ripped some of the panels off the walls and looked at the design of the wires. With them, he saw steam pipes and electronic wires routed in. Quickly he ran along, following the power cables to their source. There would be a junction box connecting this corridor to the main complex under the island.
At the same time in another part of the base, Zoro and Nami wrung out their clothes, panting where a large shaft whistled with air.
"Good thing you knew this shaft was here next to the chamber but what's it used for?" Zoro asked.
"Air shaft. The fish men do need oxygen to recycle in their base after all, even if they are water breathers. Arlong had them under the Park to keep bubbling through the pools. Look down there..." Nami pointed to the bottom of the shaft where Zoro saw a bluish green light and rippling water.
"So now where to?" Zoro asked, helping Nami squeeze out her damp shirt.
"We walk along the service shaft to the main elevator. Then if we go down, we'll reach the residential quarters..."
"And then?" asked Zoro.
"We create a distraction to stir things up. Luffy and Sanji must be in the main entertainment complex..."
"Entertainment complex?" guessed Zoro.
"They had a place for sending humans and other air breathers to get executed or chased for their amusement," Nami winced.
"So do you think that's where Robin is?" asked Zoro.
"That's where she should be... but we need to buy them enough time to get to her," said Nami.
She reached a small door and pulled out a pin from her hair. Zoro watched her slowly pick the lock, tongue stuck out in concentration. Then it popped open. "Okay we're in business... this will take us to the main dormitory..."
"Good going," Zoro nodded. He hefted the door open and followed her inside. Closing it behind them, he glanced back and forth, hands on his sword hilt.
"Not a lot of them around. Most of them must be running like crazy..." Zoro muttered.
"There may still be a few down here sleeping waiting for their shift," said Nami. "Or else they're waiting for reinforcements. Marlin could have called for help from the other bases not far from here..."
"How'd they travel here?" he asked.
"The way most fish men do. Hitch a ride on a king bull, or ride in a submarine," Nami murmured, glancing up towards a camera snail. She led Zoro into a nearby room, and glanced back and forth. Sure enough there was another camera snail, and a few tables and chairs. Zoro saw what looked like a cafeteria line, but it was closed down, and he saw it was deserted with various games.
"Pretty dead," Zoro muttered.
"I can think of one way to get their attention that may disgust them long enough..." said Nami with a smirk on her face.
"What's going on in that head of yours witch?" Zoro asked. Nami backed him to the wall and caressed his cheek.
"Just follow my lead..." she began.
"What the hell are you doing Nami? This isn't the place to horse around," Zoro began, frowning.
"Just relax and forget you're being watched," Nami said softly.
"I'm not going to play in some porn scene even if it's a decoy," Zoro grumbled, glaring down at her.
"Zoro, trust me," Nami said softly. "They'll be looking at me, not you. They don't even have to see you from this angle."
She nodded up at the camera in the high corner of the room. Zoro stayed in the shadows, and reached down, before turning Nami around so she faced the camera. He looked nervous, almost anxious. Nami reached over and caressed his sideburns.
"You've a handsome body, Zoro. They'll only see me, and I'll charge them a huge amount if they come and see," she urged him.
Zoro closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He picked up Nami and set her down on one of the cafeteria tables. Making sure she was facing the camera, she guided him into place with her legs wrapped around his waist, and then reached up to tug on his shirt.
Zoro tentatively nipped along her neck, nuzzling and smelling the scent of tangerines that was uniquely hers. Nami reached around and gave his ass a squeeze, slipping her hands into the top of his pants before she reached around front. Relenting Zoro bent down and buried her face between her breasts, caressing both of them through the cloth of her shirt. He slowly started to unbutton it.
"Yes, that's it," Nami whispered, closing her eyes and arching her neck. Both her sandals lifted up, and Zoro ran his hands along the underside while sucking at one of her breasts through the cloth.
"Now what?" Zoro whispered, freezing up.
"Bend me back on the table and get on top of me," Nami urged.
Frowning the swordsman helped her scoot back on the table, where she removed her shirt and tossed it over a chair. Coyly she beckoned with a finger so Zoro could climb on the table next to her. She lay down, groaning as he caressed her belly with one hand and lay on the table alongside of her. Slowly he kissed down her taut stomach to the top of her jeans, dipping his tongue into her belly button.
"The HELL?" stammered Marlin, widening his eyes. He saw several of his men staring at the screen goggle eyed. On it larger than life was a pair of bared breasts and a cute faced woman blinking up as her green haired lover kissed down her belly.
"Oh my, how very interesting," Robin giggled, impressed at Nami's initiative. She must have twisted Zoro's arm to get him to do this.
"Get that sick shit off the screen!" Marlin stammered, widening his eyes.
"What? This is entertainment boss!" cried one of his men.
Robin continued to giggle, watching the screen intently as the navigator arched her back. Her shadowy lover undid her pants and tugged them down over her hips revealing the matching bikini bottoms. Nami knew just how to roll her head and toss her hair, and Zoro must be a fast study since he reached up and went to unfasten her bikini straps.
"What a whore she is," he said in sick fascination.
"There's no shame in calling a woman that," Robin said matter of fact. "We both do what we need to in order to survive. You make it seem like a horrible thing, but you have your share of normal human women don't you?"
"Shut up, bitch," hissed Marlin, turning a shade of purple.
Robin smirked. At last she saw a chink in his armor.
"Find that whore, and her lover, and bring them to me!" Marlin shouted at one of the snails, voice rising in pitch. "They must be in cafeteria 3!"
"Boss, I think you should look in corridor two..." began the first fish man.
"What? WHAT WHAT?" snapped Marlin?
"It's the cyborg. He's broken into the defense area... where the weapons are stored..." began the first.
"You're KIIDDING ME!" stammered Marlin.
He heard a distant shout of, "GUM GUM bazooka," echoing through the walls, and realized the bang he heard was far closer than he realized.
Robin then knew that Franky and Nami had brought up memories of their past associations with fish men and put them to good use. She remembered Marlin had a weakness for human women in suggestive situations, and that Franky had mentioned dealings with fish men not associated with Arlong or Fishman Island.