The best way to solve a problem is through anarchy
AN: yo me again. I am sorry for being late with this update but I am now back in college so the updates will be slower until the next term break.
I looked at the latest chapter of one piece and I couldn't help but laugh at Sanji's new wanted poster, he looks more like a sexual predator than badass not that he already is one. And poor chopper is yet again given his favourite thing on his poster, disappointment.
And Ussop is now worth 200 milion berris worth of bullshit, Good job *Thumbs up*.
To fate lover's review: well there are some people within the donquixote that are good but what i think that through out history there will always be a bastard/bitch born in that family. not to mention that one of their ancestors had enslaved the Tontatta tribe on Dressrosa only to be liberated by the the Riku family.
Thank you for the review though
Any way on with the story.
(Time skip: 1 hour after the pirate invasion. Marcus's POV)
After saving an island and the captives and slaves from the pirates me, Olivier and the clones were all hailed as heroes. Al though I did find it flattering at first but I was never that brilliant at dealing with fame and being at the centre of attention which was why I enlisted for the spec ops division of the rangers in the first place where you don't have to reveal yourself to often and the rangers were a pretty reclusive bunch.
The clones were pretty much feeling the same thing I was with all of the uneasiness from all of the attention focusing on us.
Olivier however looked apathetic in all of this due to her experience in this sort of thing before as the superior officers and admirals tend to be the more renowned and famed among the populace, although I did catch a brief moment of sadness in her eyes. When I asked her about it she replied that these innocent people did not deserve to be played like this which she was probably referring to the slavers ship and that the marines have betrayed its people that they were supposed to protect. And then surprisingly she removed her tattered vice admirals coat off of her shoulders and threw it to the floor in a crumpled heap claiming that she refuses to work alongside parasites and demons in human forms, not that I could blame her for choosing that but it certainly did shock a few people present to see her throw her vice admirals coat to the ground in such a disrespectful manner and for her to claim such a thing but they calmed down when they heard her reasoning that that the slavers were backed by the celestial dragons and a part of the marines that hardly anyone knew about as it was kept secret by the world government and the marines.
The archaeologists understood her reasoning quite well to which I suspected that they have had their run-ins with the marines. The female slaves shared their understanding as well because they knew of all of the detestable acts that they have performed on its people before. The regulars however would just deny this and continue living their lives in blissful ignorance.
Damn civilians they would never understand the world they would just let someone else handle it no matter who it is and how they do it. I can see some of them protesting on why did it have to be them who suffers, why they said? Who else would want this to happen to them? No one!
I could swear that I had the urge to gauge some random bastard's eyes out when I heard him spout out that this fate should've been thrown onto someplace else that did deserve this happening to them. I could swear that I have witnessed his type before and sometimes it was mentioned in psychology lessons of people's minds when I was in the training academy. The teacher/instructor in that lesson explained to me that people seek different ways to enjoy themselves for the thrill, like extreme sports,racing,something dangerous or sexual activities. But he did explain that some people seek darker thrills. This man liked the thrill of tragedy's he knew because i could see it in his eyes. He would be seen out in the streets, eyes glued to the newspaper reading all of the horrific and tragedy stories. What flavour would they be? It would be like as that song vicarious by tool goes:
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison in his tea
and kissed him goodbye"
That would be his favourite kind of stories but It's no fun 'til someone dies. Think about it... Whenever you see a newspaper with a big fat title "Stabbed by husband." you don't go like "hm... who cares." You grab it, buy it, read it, and go "I'm glad that wasn't me." or "pfft! What are the odds of that happening to me?" Then you go on with your life with one less worry. That's him alright; he lives in an overprotective society that is still riddled with danger around each corner. He is not a viscous psychopath but somehow he finds it satisfying in a non-masochistic way and that he is glad that the pain and suffering is on somebody else rather than himself. But now that pirates had invaded the joke has backfired onto him and everyone living on this island. He suffered many beatings and had his business establishment looted and torched to the ground and now he is whining about why did this sort of thing had to happen to him. I know it's bad that he had to suffer through this tragedy but have some respect to all of the other people that suffered from this.
But why am I ranting about one man? We won for Christ sakes I drove those scumbag pirates off of this island, well drove more like pulverised them. I couldn't be anymore prouder than myself for enlisting for the Elite rangers. Then Olivier had to point out that I am not ready for the big bad bosses for me to gain the next level yet, well shit what does it take to actually impress this woman. I couldn't voice out an argument against her because … I simply can't do shit against her. I witnessed the reason just when she physically cut out johness's heart out and almost took some of the pirates heads off when they tried to argue back at her or giving out cat calls or wolf whistles and call out some very demeaning names at her and she responded by roundhouse kicking them in the crown leaving them with a nasty concussions whenever they wake up from the kick she dealt to them. She also dismembered a few pirates' limbs off or slashing them across the face or torso just because they tried to cop a feel of her body, what a nice lady that now happens to be my superior officer without any exceptions from me,joy.
After the battle that ended with the deaths of all three of the captains and many pirates, the ones that were still alive just gave up and surrendered just like that. They held that much morale just because their captain hasn't been killed yet so they could still fight. That is some dedication to follow some of the worst human beings out of fear, misguidance or greed. Now all of the remaining 56 pirates were rounded up on an isolated beach that is far from the town to which Olivier had wanted.
"Sooo~ why are we here on an isolated beach a couple of miles away from town, (ODA never explains the length and width of each island and when you look at it from a person's point of view when you are on the island the distance looks massive. and when you are looking at birds eye POV it doesn't) Escorting the remaining pirate factions to here and making them march like they were facing execution?" I asked her.
Me and my clone army had rounded the remaining pirates and then we were told to bring them all here.
Olivier looked at me and said "Lieutenant Marcus they are facing execution."
"NANI!" they all cried out and they all paled when they saw that icy glare of hers that shut them all up.
"Okay but isn't that a bit cruel? I mean I could just hand them over to the authorities or something." He asked her and all of the pirates nodded franticly.
"Have you forgotten that the slavers are backed by the world nobles to gather them slaves and sell them off to the nobles not to mention that they hired these two pirate crews along as well. And there is a marine captain that ordered them to deliver me to the nobles, They will become suspicious and start asking questions that I don't want them finding out." she explained to me.
"Yes you're right about that but is this really necessary?"
"Normally, no. they would get sent off to impel down where they will never see the daylight again so executions are not practiced that often but it's not uncommon. But what made you so concerned about them, they're pirates Marcus, the scum kind of pirate."
"Fair point." I turned around and faced my clones "alright you heard the lady have them all against the cliff face."
"NOOOO!" they all screamed and cried.
"SHUT UP! Everyone gag them somebody might have noticed their screaming." I ordered.
All of the clones rushed at them to stop their cries for help by silencing them with a punch, kick or buttstock from a gun to the gut or face. And then brought out rags and shoved them into their dirty mouths and lined them all up against the wall.
"Rifles ready!"
The row of clones brought up their rifles of AR15s and M16s up to their chest.
"Aim!"
The clones peered down their iron sights and optical sights attached on their rifles that were ready to fire upon the pirates.
"Fi-"
"Whoa, Whoa, whoa, Wait wait wait a minute!" Deimos suddenly interrupted my order and annoyingly stopped the execution. The clones groaned and Olivier just rolled her eyes and sighed.
"What is it Deimos?" I asked rather annoyed that he interrupted.
"Well excuse me for interrupting but wouldn't it be better if we attach our suppressors onto our guns instead of the island's inhabitants hearing our gunshots all over the island." Deimos reasoned with me.
"… shit I forgot we still had those." I said whilst smacking my face with the palm of my hand and all of the clones face faulted behind their masks. "Alright everyone attach your suppressors and we will do it again, this time no interruptions Deimos!" I called out to my clones and pointed at Deimos."
"Why me!"
"Shut up and attach your suppressor!"
"Suppressor?" Olivier asked me curiously.
"I held out a suppressor to her "these are useful when sieging structures and ships and other enclosed positions and open fields so your enemies can barely hear the shots. In hindsight it reduces the amount of noise and visible muzzle flash generated when firing your gun so the enemy will have less chance at discovering your position." I explained to her.
"That is ingenious." Olvier sounded impressed at the device that piqued her interest.
The clones finished attaching their suppressors onto their guns and called that they are ready to start again"
"Alright we will do this again, rifles ready!"
They did the same thing as before bringing their rifles up to their chests.
"Aim"
"Marcus san!" oh shit don't me that's robin.
I was now panicking, that was indeed robin's voice and she was looking for me. Oh shit robin does not need to see this so i made a cutting motion towards my neck to the clones for them to belay the order and hide their weapons to which they responded by hiding their rifles behind their backs. "What the fuck are you doing how is that going to work." I whisper shouted to them.
I turned around to Olivier and made a hand signal for her to deal with robin who apparently was way ahead of me and quickly intercepted robin just as she was nearly about to discover us.
Just as they left and Olivier escorted her back to the library and confirming that I will be with her in a bit, just right after I deal with this troublesome task.
"Alright third attempt this time we will do it. Rifles ready!"
"Aim"
"WAIT! WAIT! STOP!" a clone ran up to me holding a note.
"What is it now!" I shouted further adding to my frustration. And the clones irritation.
"A note from general Olivier Mira Armstrong" he said while panting from his run.
"A note from her? this must be important. *Opens the note* robin will be waiting at the library. PS proceed with the execution quietly." I face faulted at that last part. yet again I was interrupted, by my own general no less.
"Aim your rifles!" I called out to the clones who obeyed the order.
"Fire!" after that order a silent bullet barrage shot out of the silenced barrels of each assault rifles and their targets repeatedly.
"Cease fire!" I called out to them and they ceased their firing. And just as the dust settled most of the pirates fell dead apart from one who was unscathed.
"Lucky bastard isn't he" hank pointed out.
"Alright we will use up the remaining rounds that's left in your clips to kill him. Ready your rifles!"
"Aim"
"Fire!" they let off another quiet volley intending to hit their target. But just when they used up the remaining bullets in their clip the single pirate was still unscathed and the cliff face behind them was riddled with holes both big and small.
I looked on in disbelief at the sight and the simple fact that I could not comprehend "How could you miss!?"
"He moved." Deimos had the decency to answer my rhetorical question while I could swear he and the rest of the clones were blushing from embarrassment.
I had a tick mark forming on my head and just brought out my sequoia "oh hold on, *Screws a suppressor on to the sequoia* "there we go" I pulled the trigger on my silenced magnum and hit the pirate right between the eyes.
"Problem solved now to dispose of the bodies not hat hard wasn't it, how should we get rid of them?"
Well I wouldn't suggest buying them somewhere on the island because we will get spotted by the civilians.
"We could feed them to that fish." Deimos suggested to us only for all of us too raise an eyebrow at him.
"We will definitely not be doing that."
"Burn the bodies along with the rest."
"Could do but it will still leave behind a mess and people will get curious on what the smoke and flames are all about. I think we should bring all of the bodies out to sea on one of the ships and sink it." I suggested.
"So destroy the ship with them on it and let them sink to the bottom of the ocean."
Yep we will go with that, and somebody clean up all of the blood we don't need people sticking their noses into our business." I gave them the orders and they all set off to gather all of the pirate corpses.
"Which ship should we gather them on?" hank asked me. "Put them on that ship that has shit everywhere and vomit all over the main deck." I told him, no one will miss that ship anyway and we were pretty reluctant to step foot on that ship in the first place. It smelt like rotten dead bodies mixed with faeces and sick….Ergh! Not to mention there were all kinds of drugs that we have never even heard of on their ship some dangerous looking ones too that could turn an innocent man into a violent psychopath with addiction problems.
I spawned in several power washers for my clones so we could wash all of the blood that was staining the sand and cliff face and I gave a few to some other clones who were going back to the town and I told them to clear up the blood and gore by tomorrow morning.
I told them to load up all of the bodies in the back of the Semi-trailers of the Lorries and bring the m to the docks so they could dump them onto the nauseating pirate ship.
"I think you should go back to the library and go and see robin." Hank suggested
I looked over to hank and pondered that thought for a moment and then nodded. "Sure, I will be back later can you handle things here for a moment?"
"Not a problem." He assured
"I'll be back later." I said to him and walked back to the library
*CHUNG! CHUNG! (AN:It's the sound effect from law and order whenever they do a scene change)
(Ohara: library, 1:37 AM marcus's POV)
I arrived at the tree library's front door and I raised my hand to knock on the door and the door just flew open and my view was replaced with me staring down a barrel of a rifle. I responded by grabbing the barrel and quickly moving it away from my head to which the person pulled the trigger on reflex and the rifle discharged right next to my head, luckily I moved the barrel away from my head but if I wasn't wearing my helmet/mask's built in sound dampeners then my eardrums would have been obliterated, god bless the person who designed this armour and helmet.
I heard a "GAH!" from the person responsible for almost trying to kill me so i shifted the rifle a bit to see who the perpetrator was and lo and behold it was Hocha who looked pale as a ghost and her jaw wide open in shock.
"Hello to you to Hocha." I said to her nonchalantly. I noticed that she still hasn't moved yet and still had the same expression on her face, so I moved towards her grasped her jaw and closed her mouth.
Hocha shook her self back into reality and blushed at Marcus caressing her jaw, well in her mind it felt like that "M-Marcus san! I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you!" she started apologising quite franticly while bowing repeatedly.
I grabbed her shoulders and shook her "Calm down, I'm not hurt so you're fine. It's understandable why you would be so wary like this"
"Are they gone?" she asked me rather tensed
"You won't be seeing them again nor would you hear of them ever again."
She exhaled in relief. "Is robin and Olivier here by any chance?" I asked her.
"Right here." I opened the door and walked inside slightly to see her leaning against a wall arms crossed and eyes closed acting really calm despite all of the archaeologists pointing their weapons at her like she was a sworn enemy.
"Would anyone kindly explain what the fuck is going on?" I asked the crowd.
"Do you know her" Hocha asked me from behind from I could tell she and everyone here was distrustful of her.
"I am acquainted to her yes, I found her on one of the ships and taken prisoner. Why what did she do?"
"They got upset about the fact that a marine discovered their poneglyph that they were hiding."
I turned to clover for answers to which he gave a sigh and pinching his nose in irritation. "Nobody is supposed to know about this Marcus. The Marines and the world government have outlawed the rights to study the poneglyps history that date back to the void century 800 years ago"
My eyes winded when I heard that "and where is this poneglyph?"
"Down in the basement." Oliver said without a care "Oi!" the archaeologists protested.
I heard what I need to hear and I made my way to the basement door despite hocha and the rest of the archaeologists protesting to me not to go down there to which I ignored and brushing off some people who tried to restrain me by shoving them off of me not to hard.
When I reached the basement I was not expecting a giant cube with hieroglyphics inscribed onto them and I could understand them.
"Marcus san you can't waltz in here, knowing the knowledge of what's written on the poneglyphs is illegal punishable by death."
"I have every right to be here Hocha and I understand these words completely.
Hocha's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You do?"
"Definitely, I recognise these writings anywhere." I replied back to her while 'Well when I say writing It looks more gibberish than understandable but I can still decipher it. It kind of looks like somebody did a mash up of ancient text and put it into a row of more gibberish that I can understand and apparently they can too.
"Then you are in the same predicament as us,"
"In a way, yes."
"And the marine, what's her business?"
"She was betrayed, you don't have to worry about her. To the marines she is considered an offender against justice. Where is robin by the way?" I turned around asked her.
"She is resting in one of the lounge areas upstairs. You might want to visit her she was really worried about you. "
"It's already been one day and I've already made an impact on someone." I said rather amused by this. I never really thought I was that that great with Children, I can already tell I would be a great father someday despite all that has happened when I met robin.
I made my way back upstairs back up to the foyer where everyone was not pleased with me storming down into the basement. Just when someone was going to voice out their accusations of me I was tackled by robin who was crying her eyes out straight onto my black combat trousers. Now the archaeologists were now facing a problem. Two people show up from out of nowhere has discovered the existence of the poneglyph and what they were doing and to make it worse one is a friend of robin and the other is a well renowned vice admiral.
"Look I can sense your hostilities but we are not the bad guys here so why don't we all calm down and talk." I persuaded them to act rationally.
"Hmm I suppose your right about that, vice admiral Armstrong here would've arrested us or done much to us when she discovered it and yet she hasn't. Clover considered "And not to mention you have protected Robin and this island from the pirates and whatever that thing was that's underneath the island. "
"For your information Professor its former Vice admiral. I don't want anything to do with them anymore; they would rather see me dead or chained up to a nobles bed." She scowled " and i could care less on what you are doing in your spare time so it's of no concern to me."
"Well that's a relief to know that you are not part of them anymore." Clover nodded in acceptance before he turned to Marcus. "Is it safe to go outside yet?"
"Give it til morning and you wouldn't tell that there was a bloody fight so I wouldn't head back out just yet. And I will be heading back out in bit so I will see you in the morning"
"You promise?" robin looked up to me with those tear filled eyes, oh god the eyes why does it have to be the eyes.
"It's okay it's nothing dangerous just a clean-up operation. I will come back to you in the morning" I caressed her little head to which she giggled sweetly, and to think that people call her a monster.
"Oh just before I go? "I said when something came to my mind and I turned to Olivier. "Is it likely that the marines will come here for an investigation."
"perhaps but I don't think they would send anyone that's above captain but that depends if somebody has alerted them on a Den Den Mushi" oliveir mused
"Den Den Mushi What's that?" I asked without a clue on what that was.
Olivier and the everyone just looked at me in slight disbelief " Have you been living under a rock or are you a complete idiot." Oliver deadpanned
"No but I have been sleeping under a rock way before this Den Den Mushi was invented" I countered to which the archaeologists and robin sweat dropped.
"it's one of these" Hocha had been so kind as to point out a large snail that looks to be asleep and what looks to be a transceiver on top of the shell "we use this to call places from long distances who also have one of these" she explained. 'Oohhh so it's like a radio with a transceiver or their version of a telephone, but why does it have to be a snail? Isn't that animal cruelty and slavery even though that rule does not apply to the Gastropodas but people have been experimenting on them and forcing them into labour for the humans? Wow how low have we fallen to rely on snails for our telecommunications? '
" okay I get it now so when would they be expected to arrive here?
"it will probaly take till mid-day today for them to arrive from the nearest base"
"Good, hopefully I could work to get rid of the evidence of you being here by the time they arrive here." I made my way for the door "what will you do?" I asked Olivier before I headed out."
"I have no plans to go anywhere and I am not leaving my subordinate now so I trust you to handle this. I will stay here for the time being."
I dead panned and sweat dropped at the subordinate part as I could feel Hocha and Robin staring at me as if I could hear the word "Jiiiiii" coming from them, I think I could hear Hocha's Staring noise more than robin's though for some reason. I nodded and headed back out to the town for the all night and morning clean-up operation.
*CHUNG CHUNG*
(Scene change: Ohara Town centre, 2:04AM)
You know I didn't think it was that bad than I first thought when I saw the aftermath of the town centre, in fact the state of the area was appalling. There were blood pools and splatters everywhere along with brain matter and organs all over the place not to mention the bullet casings and holes scattered everywhere and pieces of stone fragments blasted off of the walls and architecture. All of the bodies were taken away and dumped onto the wounded ship which was good.
Now I had to call for a few clones and even spawn in more clones to help clear everything up, now I was not going to spawn in regular cleaning equipment, I am going to do this properly. I do not know how skilled these marines investigating skills are but its better safe than sorry.
So I spawned in about 60 more clones wearing hazmat suits that's suited for crime scene investigators and clean-up crews so I had to scramble through my brain and search up some information downloaded onto my Pip boy on equipment that these clean-up crews use for murder/death scenes and to what the specialities of what they do.
So I spawned plenty of the following equipment that is needed for this and I held up a list to see if anything is missing.
Ozone machine (to remove odours) "Check."
Foggers (to thicken a cleaning chemical so it can get all the way into tight places like air ducts, usually for odour removal) "Check."
Hospital-grade disinfectants "Check"
Industrial-strength deodorizers "Check"
Enzyme solvent (to kill bacteria and viruses and liquefy dried blood) "Check"
No-touch cleaning system (to clean blood-coated surfaces from a safe distance – includes heavy-duty sprayer, long scrubbing brush, wet vacuum) "Check"
Putty knives (to scrape up brain matter, which dries into a cement-like consistency) "Check"
Razor blades (to cut out portions of carpet) "Check, I needed"
Shovels (in about two hours, large amounts of blood coagulate into a jelly-like goo that can be shovelled into bags) "Check"
Plenty of bio hazard Plastic bags "Check
Truck-mounted steam-injection machine (to melt dried brain matter that cleaners can't remove with putty knives) "Check"
Chemical treatment tank (to disinfect and store matter sucked up by vacuum systems)"Check"
Carpentry/restoration tools: sledgehammers, saws, spackle paste, paint brushes and Ladders "Check"
Pressure washer "Well it's going to be loud anyway so check that one."
"Alright guys you know what to do, I want most of the area spic and span till sunrise." I called out to them all
"But that's going to be like 3 and ½ hours away."
"Well you better get a move on then before the marines decide to show up. And if you will excuse me I have wounded pirate ship to put down." I said as I walked off to the docks.
The clones immediately went to work with the clean-up operation as they moved through the entire area cleaning the blood, sucking up the blood, picking up gore and removing the bullet casings on the floor and the bullets out of the walls and covering them up.
I headed over to the ship that had all of the corpses dumped on it and all of the treasure and useful supplies stripped clean from the ship excluding the gunpowder. Marcus could see Hank over at the ship fixing up the front end of the wounded ship.
"How's the ship's repairs going!? I shouted to him who was hanging off a safety rope.
"We managed to stop the flooding and gotten the ship to float again with the extra ballasts supporting the bow of the ship, it should keep it floating for a good long while."
"Keep it floating as long as you can, we need to send this out to sea. Is every corpse present on this ship?"
"We searched every street and house where they could be hiding and we sent a few men to scout the whole island and they have reported no threats. Other than that, I think we have every pirate present if not most of them."
"That will do, raise the anchor and set sail; hank you man the ship, you must get this ship out to sea far as you can. It's pretty dark out here and the sea looks clear so we should be fine."
I walked up to the water and held out his hands and focused on two boats that will assist him and Out from the flames came two special warfare combatant crafts to assault the enemy quickly and efficiently. Both boats were armed with pair of M134 miniguns at the bow a pair of M240Bs at the sides and an M2 browning on the stern "Me, Sanford and Deimos along with several others will cover you on these boats."
As the selected soldiers were picked to go on the boats I spawned out two AT4s and a pair of M32 MGL grenade launchers both packed with High explosive rounds. I walked up to both teams and handed them both each weapons. "just in case we run into an trouble." They nodded and stocked the weapons, ammunition and Explosive rounds onto the boats.
Just as Me and my Team were about to head out along with the pirate ship I could hear the clacking of boots on a stone pavement coming nearer and then someone jumped on the boat right next t me, I turned around to see it was Olivier.
"Any reason why you are here?" I asked her.
"Honestly, I find you intriguing. You fight nothing like the standard marines today, your tactics are effective, you fight swift and brutal against your enemies and your equipment is far superior. So no I don't have much of a reason to be here only I want to observe how you fight that's all."
"Alright I have no objections, do you want to take a seat somewhere."
"I'll stand" she says while standing in between the two bow gunners in a stance with her holding onto the bottom pommel of the sword and the sword propped up on the ground in front of her. She was gazing in front of her with her hair blowing in the wind.
"Are you sure? because this boat can turn really sharply and go really fast."
"I will be fine." She said firmly.
"Ok, let's move out then"
The two boats headed out first to scout the surrounding sea waters for any more hostile contact and then hank set out with the ship to get away from the island as far away as possible.
Until we could barely see Ohara in the distance because of the streetlights the pirate ship was now moving more slower than before as the waves were unmerciful on the poor ship's bow. The ballasts were doing its job in keeping the damn ship from sinking but it couldn't support the ship for much longer.
"Ok this is far enough, Hank have you set the charges!?" I shouted from my boat up to the stern deck/poop deck, haha poop deck who the hell named it that?
"Ready and primed, I set up several along the keel so it should split apart to make it sink faster!"
"Alright everybody abandon that ship and get on the boats!"
Hank and his team attached a safety rope onto the railings and abseiled down to the boats that was stationed right next to the stern of the ship. Hank was the last to go down as he let his team go down first, when it was his turn to go down which unfortunately led to the railings that was old and rotten to snap off and for Hank who was half way down caused him to face plant right onto the floor of his boat right next to Marcus's.
"Ha wounded!" Deimos burst out laughing at hank's misfortune to hanks displeasure and groaning of all the pain he felt on his face.
"Bloody fucking piece of shit excuse for a pirate ship." Hank muttered angrily
"Can we please leave this area I'm feeling sick enough from standing here." Olivier was still standing in the same spot and in the same pose and I noticed that her face was turning slightly green.
"Hank how bad was it on that ship?"
Hank lifted himself up onto his feet. "Do you really want to know?" he said with a deadpan behind his mask.
"We're fine; I don't need to know more about this disgusting display now let's get away from her as far as possible." Olivier objected hank and me before we could go any further.
I just shrugged and told the drivers to move to a safe distance to set off the charges.
"Are you alright Olivier?"
"No I can still smell the shit from here." Olivier said trying to hide the queasiness in her voice. Olivier then frowned and turned to face me "I suppose you wouldn't know how I'm feeling since all of you are wearing gas masks. And I still haven't seen your faces, so I want to see the faces of the men and women who are under my command."
"We'll show you when we get back to Ohara. But first, time for the fireworks. Deimos, Light her up" I shouted over to Deimos on the other boat.
Deimos who had a gleeful facial expression was ecstatic to do the honours in sinking this forsaken ship. But there was a problem.
"Err the Detonator's not working, duds maybe?"
Hank walked over to Deimos and looked at the detonator and deadpanned. "No Deimos the charges I planted were not duds and the reason why the charges are not detonating is because the detonator is set to safety you twat."
"Huh? Oh yeah it is, my bad" Deimos disengaged the safety off on his detonator.
I face palmed at that embarrassment that Deimos has made us look bad in front of Olivier twice excluding the firing squad mishap."
"Okay we're good, Fire in the hole!" Deimos slammed his hand on the trigger sending the signal to the C4 Charges.
*BOOM!" the explosion tore through the sea like a deep drum beat and then there were explosion coming out of the lower broadside of the pirate ship. The explosives set along the keel split apart the main support of the ship with ease and the ship just simply crumbled apart. The mast plunged into ship and out of the bottom of the ship. The bow and the stern were simultaneously being lifted upwards snapping the ship into two with all of water that was rapidly flooding the ship claiming each room and section every minute until the ship was finally submerged taking all of the evidence of the pirates being on ohara.
"Right job well done, now back to the island."
"Excuse me sir but there is large silhouette in the distance of what looks like a warship and I can see lights on the main deck." Sanford said looking through his Visor's binoculars feature. I looked over to where he was looking at and did the same with my visors. "Don't tell me the marines arrived earlier than expected." This wasn't good if what Olivier said what is true about these marines that backed the slavers than I would have no choice but to flee from Ohara with no knowledge about the world.
Olivier looked slightly alarmed and picked up a pair of night vision binoculars lying about on the boat and exhaled in relief. "No these are not marines these are just a band of mercenaries hired by the slavers with a warship that was lent to them from the marines in good faith for their partnership but it appears to be one of their older models and not as big as the ones that have been commissioned recently but in their own design. The ships ae are meant to be built for engagements and look utilitarian. That just looks too gaudy and the crew probably does not have enough training to operate the main guns and maintain the paddle engine. Which probably explains why they were so late?"
"But still, we have to take it out. I don't want those guns pointing at Ohara no matter whose hands it's in."
We turned the boats around and sped towards the warship
"Do you think they have hostages on board?"
Olivier closed her eyes for a few seconds and her face looked focused in something until she opened them again "No, it's purpose looks more like its suited for engagements rather than storage. So the majority of the people on board are just the main combat force that was supposed to be before the cargo ship"
"How do you know that?"
"I will explain later but for now trust me on this, you don't need to hold back."
I looked at her a bit questionably at that but I decided to trust her on this and primed the minigun I was operating on to make sure it was ready and the clones following my example to assure that theirs were ready.
*CHUNG! CHUNG!*
(On board the slavers warship)
The captain of the warship who was a mercenary working for the slavers were heading to Ohara but couldn't reach it before the three other ships went on ahead without them due to some maintenance problems with the paddle engine which left them stationary back at the outpost they were temporarily stationed at. They did say to them to wait until they were ready as they were supposed to be the first people to assault the island before the other ships but due to their impatience and stubbornness they refused to listen and in their own arrogance they decided to assault the island on their own believing that there is nothing to fear and the marines that was stationed in this area would not do anything against them. That annoyed the mercenary and his men who had to put up with their annoying clients but they had to deal with it because all of them wanted to get paid from this.
Suddenly he heard a deep explosion that sounded like it came from under the sea and smaller explosions went off in the distance. They couldn't see very far so they just assumed that the slavers and the pirates were doing their job.
The mercenary captain was in his quarters currently thinking when suddenly he heard a loud droning and cracking noises that he could hear from outside of his captains quarters. Then he suddenly felt the ship rock violently as he felt explosions coming off of his ship. He grabbed his rifle and rushed to the main deck to see his men firing at a small but fast and agile boat with some fierce firepower judging from the damage they laid onto his men. There were two boats that were circling his ship hammering them with rapid firepower that doesn't seem to end. His men were desperately trying to find decent cover but the wooden framework proved useless against these deadly weapons especially the one with the rotating barrel of what appears to be a Gatling gun that was spewing out bright red streaks of light at them and that mini looking cannon with the long barrel that was firing out explosive rounds that was shredding through his ship.
His men on the upper and lower decks were desperately trying to man their cannons and return fire on them but they could only fire off a few shots that was terribly inaccurate and rushed, not to mention the boats were manoeuvring from side to side making it very difficult to shoot them from the speed.
The bullets tore through his men like it was nothing as bullets penetrated through torsos and blasted out of the back. Blood exploded out of their moths whenever someone was hit through the torso or someone's head being blasted off of them.
The mercenary captain was shocked at all of the carnage displaying in front of him and when an explosion went off in the lower decks where a barrel of gunpowder exploded from the explosive/incendiary ammo. That explosion shook him back into reality and the urgency to report it back to the nearest Marine base.
The mercenary captain rushed into his quarters and to his desk where there was a Den Den Mushi and grabbed the transceiver and tried to quickly dial the number when he eventually tried to calm his nerves.
Then all of a sudden the windows exploded as bullets tore through them and sent the captain to the floor.
He slowly brought himself up slightly dazed from the blast and unfortunately left him a bit exposed from the destroyed window and the attackers outside could clearly see him with their trained eyes.
When it finally occurred to the captain that he was exposed he went into a panic but his minor panic was suddenly replaced by fear that left him petrified and unable to move.
There was someone on that boat that he clearly recognised from her appearance and stature. He would know because he was the one who handled her imprisonment and torture. 'Nononono what is she doing here, how did she get out of captivity? What were those fools doing? They were supposed to keep her sedated!' he thought hysterically. It was made worse when they both locked eye contact and her eyes widened in rage and hostility aimed towards him and the grip on her sword tightened.
The captain in a quick act of desperation ran towards the den den mushi to quickly alert the marines that she has escaped captivity. With her roaming around freely would no doubt become a threat to the Marines.
Just as he made a grab for the transceiver he looked back at the boat to see a thin light blue streak of light coming straight towards him and suddenly he felt himself spinning and then darkness.
(Marcus's boat)
'Fuck me….. What did that guy ever do to her I wonder?' I looked at the devastation with awe as Olivier just cut the stern of the ship off with a horizontal slash from her sword releasing a thin blue streak of light cutting through the ship decimating it as the stern exploded from the shockwave. I sweat dropped at the amount of destruction I just witnessed ' and to think that she is going to train me….well,shit.'
All she ever did was just watch us as we initiated our assault on the ship with deadly fire power not doing a damn thing in helping us; she just stood there observing us. She wasn't in the way not that I would tell her that but I didn't mind.
The assault started off smoothly as they didn't notice us until it was too late. We focused on taking out all of the cannon ports on both sides of the ship and the main gun on the bow and the smaller gun on the sides.
The paddle engines were the first to be taken out by our AT4 rockets and then those naval guns.
The ship did look really massive up close even though Olivier told me the updated battleships the marines have were even larger than this one. Why would you want even larger ships are they trying to compensate for something they lack in size down there?
No matter how big and bulky this ship was, it never stood a chance from our onslaught of bullets, grenades, and rockets. The problem with these ships is because the Ammo does not contain shells so they keep their gunpowder separate. So simply we had to aim where the cannons were and luckily it would ignite the gunpowder nearby. This lead to quite the chain reaction of multiple explosions going off in the lower decks as the explosive and the incendiary rounds off the HMG and the LMG had caused an inferno and destroyed most of the exterior and the interior in just a few minutes.
The crew were slightly better than the pirates seeing that they had previous training before but most of them they looked like greenhorn newbies. The experienced were the ones giving out the orders but they couldn't perform them quickly enough due to the sheer mayhem that we caused.
The fire eventually reached a gunpowder stockpile located somewhere and blew up in a massive fireball about a quarter of their ship which left a gaping hole.
After a few more rockets and Olivier's sword swing against the captains quarters, bow, mast and along the hull. The ship exploded consuming the whole ship in a blazing inferno as it started sinking rapidly. Nobody on board was spared from the massacre, not even the life boats.
Eventually the whole battle ship sank under the deep blue sea never to be heard of again.
"Right, now we can head back." I signalled for us to head back to Ohara to check up on the clean-up.
*Chung! Chung!*
(Town centre, 05:30 AM)
We arrived back to see that the town centre has been cleared of the all of the blood and gore and all of the debris cleared up and the holes and marks covered up and painted over.
The civilians were a little bit anxious about us but at the same time grateful that we saved their island. But they were curious as to why we wanted them to keep our existence in the dark and act like nothing has happened and the buildings just caught fire and that is all they need to hear.
Some civilians suspected us as criminals or pirates and took it as a threat. Fortunately clover came to support us and affirmed everyone that we didn't have hostile intentions.
Then the mayor of Ohara agreed along with most of the island's inhabitants and offered us sanctuary, supplies and income in return for our support in their islands defence against piracy. So in simple terms I have become a private military contractor (PMC) that can produce soldiers and weapons on a whim.
Olivier agreed to it just before I could say anything and to glare at me saying "Don't question me." and then later explained that she is going to start on training me on this island.
Later Me and Olivier were standing by the docks in the early morning sun rise.
"Marcus, I never did see your face. Would you kindly remove your helmet and mask to let me see who I am working with." Olivier said to me
"is that an order or a request?"
"A bit of both, now would you just do it." She gave me a stern look, to which I complied with her order/request.
When I removed my helmet and mask her eyes slightly widened in surprise and I don't know if I was imagining it but I could of sworn I saw a.. "Were you blu…"
"NO! You were just imagining things!" She brushed the minor embarrassing moment off whilst looking elsewhere supressing the pink hue off her face and then looked back to me giving me a threatening stare which told me not to inquire about it and move on.
"I am surprised though to see someone so young reaching a high ranking officer rank in the military.
"Thank you, I could say the same thing to you. How high up the military chain?"
"Vice admiral is the third highest rank you can achieve in the marines with fleet admiral at the top and admiral behind and I achieved this when I was 19 years of age all thanks to the training regime passed down the Armstrong family for generations added with my own version of training in my home island's mount Briggs." I couldn't tell if she sounded proud of it but I wonder if my mind is playing tricks on me when I saw a few sparkles near her eyes, so I think she is in a way. She then coughed and looked a bit irritated at what she just said." Sorry, force of habit that happens to every Armstrong. It just won't stop."
"Did you ever try and aim higher?"
"I have been trying for the last four years to get to the rank of admiral or fleet admiral but I kept getting held back by my own colleagues and people higher up who have a strong dislike for me. Fleet admiral Sengoku who is the current head after Kong who is now the world government's commander and chief. But Sengoku is a fool, as good as he is powerful, he is just blind at the amount of corruption is clearly visible within the marines, or he is just as bad as them and he simply ignores it. I think I was mostly stunted at vice admiral because I think the Gorosei and the world nobles are aware of the animosity I hold for them and the fact that I wanted to reform the marines and remove all the corruption in the marines. "
"Now that's just sad, held back due to some people's selfish reasons al because you have talent and strong ideals that could prove great for the world and its people."
"Tell me about it."
Hank then turned up with his armour and helmet off. "You owe me new armour and a new duster coat. I can't get the smell of shit and decomposing carcasses off of it."
I spawned in a fresh clean pair of armour and a duster coat for him and he took it off of me and put it on.
Olivier looked at Hank and Marcus scrutinizing them both "Are you twins?"
"No but we are related in a way, he is in fact a clone constructed from my power of the fruit. The same thing done with all of the weapons and stuff, all I have to do is think about what I want and bam a brand spanking new weapon for me to use against my enemy." I explained to her.
Olivier had her eyebrow raised in scrutiny "I have heard of no such fruit that can create all kinds of things with just a mere thought. Although there have been a few myths about a similar fruit that you just demonstrated to me. According to the devil fruit encyclopaedia it is said to be a lost fruit, nobody knows what it looks like and what it actually does only it's says its name, the Spawn Spawn fruit."
I nodded at her enquiry "it's basically the power to create things from nothing but thoughts according to hank here. Now before you call HAX, I can't just simply spawn out an unlimited amount of soldiers and weapons for an enormous army but overtime with training I can increase the amount of things I can spawn along with quality of the item or thing I want to spawn."
"With what I just witnessed I believe you have a chance against the world's most infamous devil fruit users, but going against the likes such as whitebeard, the late gold roger and the other yonko. You will need to either train for a long time or hope to come up with something to improvise in taking one of them down."
"I might look into that later, but I will want to focus more on training first before I venture out into this supposedly big bad world."
'That depends if we are in the clear or not'
(10:37 AM)
*Chung chung* (Marine vessel)
Captain Farquad was your average run of the mill captain that would always do anything to acquire more power and fame.
He was nothing special to look at, in fact you could question how he got his position in the first place. But then again there is that phrase friends in high places that will give you a helping hand to the top. He got a decent position from the help of one of his friends who was a captain before, but Farquad was far too greedy for his own good and framed his best friend for treason all for his position.
After one giant leap up the command chain far quad was in a bit of a dilemma. He recently discovered that vice admiral Akainu had defeated traitor Olivier Armstrong and he knew that there would be certain nobles that would pay top berri for her. So first chance he got, Farquad high jacked the commanding position for her capture from Akainu which was really risky and he could get arrested for fraud even demoted and his income cut.
The plan was simple he hired a slaver crew that secretly works for the world nobles to gather up slaves and delivered Olivier over to her and contact the noble that bought her and expected her over at Mariejois soon. When he does get Olivier the noble will grant him a position in Mariejois that will give him much more than his current miserable job.
But instead of words of praise he got from the noble instead he got threats and his constant ranting and complaining at why was the delivery was so late and failed to turn up at the given time. Farquad heard from the mercenary crew that they reported that they were suffering from engine failure and was going to be stuck for a few hours fixing their problems. But that wasn't what infuriated Farquad it was the fact that the slavers and their hired pirate crews decided to go against his word of "Don't be late." But what did they do? They decided to do some last minute slave gathering and took a detour all for some runaway slaves, 'those insolent fools had the nerve to ignore MY orders all for some worthless merchandise. They better pray that I don't get my bloody hands on them because it's my head on the line that will hung by both the nobles and Akainu. Do those fuckheads understand the situation I'm in!' he thought in infuriation
According to his lieutenant from a report from the mercenaries the slavers and their entourage were heading to Ohara and that was last they have heard from them. So Farquad quickly readied his personal ship and quickly set off for Ohara with an ambition to find and retrieve his golden ticket to power.
He was asked by his lieutenant who was none the wiser as is the rest of the crew to suspect his plans and simply told him that the pirates and slavers were loyalists and traitors to the world and they must capture Armstrong by all means.
He was asked what if Ohara's inhabitants had driven them off, but he brushed it off as utter nonsense because commoners can't fight his thoughts was saying to him.
He expected to find them to still be on Ohara but when his ship arrived at Ohara he expected it to be ransacked and a ghost town, but instead of that he witnessed the island looked undisturbed. There were markets bustling with activity, children playing, adults gossiping and laughing.
Now he was angry. "Where the hell are they!" he gritted his teeth in frustration and he turned to his unfortunate lieutenant and shouted at him "Form a landing party, and investigate on the whereabouts of the traitor and the pirates!"
The lieutenant did a rushed salute and went out the door of his office in a hurry. Now Farquad was left alone with hands covering his face, cursing at the useless slavers that cannot do their job properly.
*CHUNG! CHUNG!* (scene change: market place, town centre Narrator's POV)
A large party of 100 marines including the lieutenant and a few lesser officers were sent to Ohara as Farquad's investigation party to investigate and inquire about any information about pirate activity in the area and any possible sightings on one Olivier Mira Armstrong.
To Farquad it was strange at the fact that the island was unaffected when the mercenary captain clearly stated that they were heading to Ohara, but they weren't here the place is too clean and happy to have any recent pirate activity and bloodshed.
The marines were randomly stopping anyone in the street for questioning if they have any information about any pirate activity or any news on a certain traitor.
Some of them even decided to get a bit more forceful in their approach. The more aggressive and hot-headed marines who were Farquad's more loyal subordinates took to scare tactics to frighten the civilians in confessing information that they could be hiding. Even if they confessed that doesn't mean that they are safe, no they will get executed for treason.
After a few questioning from a few villagers from the lieutenant and his men, some of the townspeople were a bit agitated probably from the intimidating marines and it was making them uncomfortable and others look fairly calm and answered his questions with a smile on their faces, almost professional looking. That was weird to him, out of all of the villagers most of them were not bothered by their appearance in the slightest.
He saw some of the more aggressive marines taking their questioning a bit too far from what he saw. He saw some people within the marine's right in their faces and personal space to make them feel threatened, but some of them took it calmly and answered their questions without stuttering in fear. There were a few others where there were some reactions that were achieved in some interrogations but some bystanders quickly intervened and defended him making them the prime targets instead and were beaten for intervening.
While he frowned at their actions but he couldn't speak against them because they only worked for Farquad while he was a temporary transfer to his division and they won't listen to him. But he couldn't shake of this icy cold felling piercing the back of his head but decided it could just be the cold wet mist of an early summer morning.
The lieutenant and a squad of marines decided to venture further into the town and soon arrived at a tavern with outdoor tables out the front. Their soon to be an unfortunate beautiful Barmaid was now in the wrong place at the worst time. The barmaid was a young pretty lady with a heart shaped face, brunette coloured hair and a sizable bust of double d's and curves with a beer garden outfit hugging them snugly. She wore a red skirt, white shirt and black corset, white thigh high socks and black shoes. The owner of the tavern stated that it's good for business to have good looking barmaid in the tavern as it lightens the atmosphere. She didn't mind it at first as she did get a few men flirting with her but the local people were very friendly and they knew each other like good friends.
However the irresponsible and immoral marines were not locals and they were not friendly. All of the marines excluding the lieutenant were now eying the poor barmaid like fresh meat and the barmaid could feel their stares. A heavily built marine with a very rough face approached the young barmaid with a bit of drool running out of his mouth and lecherous grin plastered on his face.
The marines followed his example and gathered around her cutting off her escape. The barmaid was now even more frightened of them as she thought she was going to get raped.
The lieutenant saw all of this and was clearly horrified and disgusted at these actions from these black hearted men. He was about to call them off but he suddenly felt that icy cold feeling again and then noticed that all activity stopped in the street.
He looked around and noticed that the bystanders/everyone in the street were not minding their own business; no they were standing still glaring at them with an icy cold stare. Cashiers in the shops were standing by their doors leaning on them were staring at them with their arms crossed and an expressionless face but their eyes betrayed that feeling cold fury, he was not alone. Men and women in the middle of the streets were standing still staring at the scene not making a sound. People were staring at them inside their homes glaring at them out of their windows, even the children had stopped playing their games were staring at them with a disturbing expressionless face but cold stare. That wasn't the main thing that was disturbing about them but they all had the same blue eyes that that looked so cold and it looked like it was lighting up in the shadows and the mist.
The lieutenant was now sweating cold bullets down his skin as he could feel their cold fury from the scene in front of them.
He was too distracted from the disturbing atmosphere that he didn't notice a horse drawn wagon with a white cover as the roof riding right beside him covering him from the view of the marines harassing the barmaid. The tarp open up at side and revealed red eyes appearing out of the shadows inside the wagon and in an instant two arms flew out and wrapped a long piece of barbed wire attached to a handles in the middle of it around the oblivious lieutenant's neck and hauled him in with ease while another hand appeared around the lieutenant's mouth to cover his cries for help and agony as the tarp closed. With a quick yank back and forth from the black armoured soldier and the barbed cut through his jugular vein and larynx drowning his lungs in blood.
A few seconds later the lieutenant appeared out of the wagon in the same spot with no dee cut along his neck.
"You know what do?" said a voice from within the wagon, the lieutenant nodded and the wagon went on its way down the busy street.
The marine officer looked down to notice a few drops of his own blood so he scraped dirt over it with his boot to cover it up.
He turned around to see his subordinates were getting worse. The barmaid now had the large dirty marine's arm over her and was going to start touching her in some sensitive areas in attempt to arouse her as he was starting to get impatient from her constant rejections, and he did not like that one bit.
But his action was quickly interrupted with a hand gripping his shoulder in a strong grip that visibly troubled the large marine as he tried to look unfazed for his public appearance.
"What do you want ya bastard,you want some of this fine piece of pussy. Fuck off and get in line, we were here first." He spoke gravely.
"we have not got the time to mess about, we need to report back to our captain and I doubt he would be pleased that all of our effort s our wasted you lot gang raping on an innocent girl." The officer spoke in a cold and commanding voice.
The large marine raised his eyebrow in a brief moment of surprise. "che, well what do you know you do have balls down there after all, I was beginning to worry that you didn't have them otherwise you couldn't have fun with the women like this one here."
"I'm loyal to my wife thank you very much."
"You're married? Poor bastard. Why waste your life on something so meaningless as love?"
"Like you would understand and my personal life has got nothing to do with this and we need to leave now."
"tch fine. But can we at least keep her."
"No, captain will not allow it, we have too much suspicions raised about our actions as it is from the marines and we could get executed for it.
"Fair enough killjoy." He said as he let the barmaid go and she ran back into the tavern scared andin tears.
"Damn shame, I liked that one. From all of the other girls she had potential." He laughed lecherously.
The officer scowled and walked ahead with the other marines following behind.
They arrived back onto the ship when someone reported that that the traitor and her crew took off towards the east. Farquad immediately bought and ordered the ship to set sail to the east determined to catch them.
When they were now far away from the island in the cover of the mist the officer went to work.
The Lieutenant looked around for anyone and walked off down to the stern at the back of the ship. When he reached the place that the rudder would be, he placed a few blocks of C4 hidden in between the a few crates that his it from view and against the wall. He then went the storage room where the gunpowder was kept and opened up the barrels and buried a few more blocks of C4 in the gunpowder and resealed the lids back onto the barrel.
The third order he did was find the captains office and look for any useful information. He quickly found it whilst the captain wasn't there and currently in his quarters and searched through the entire place for anything useful.
He found maps and documents from that raised a few alarm bells about this Farquad. So the officer took out a Digital camera and took pictures of the maps and documents capturing all of the words and layout of the maps in High quality detail.
He sent the pictures back to the commander and then carried on with the final order. He left the office with a few bottles under his officers coat given to him from the commander and a few stolen from Farquad's personal stash hidden under hidden his desk.
He found a secluded area and removed the lid of one of the bottles which was rum and downed the contents and then proceeded to down a few bottles of sake with it and a bottle of exquisite wine. When he downed nearly all of the bottles of alcohol he was piss drunk but could still function to carry on with the order he was given.
He made his way back to the captains office swaying from side to side and back and forth.
Farquad was in his office tapping his desk with his finger in irritation. He was waiting for that useless lieutenant that was transferred over to him when he clearly didn't ask for him as he will only get in the way.
*Knock Knock* speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Where the hell were you!? You were supposed to report back half hour ago!" he shouted at the door knowing it was him.
The door opened and Farquad was met with a reeking stench of alcoholic boozehound.
The officer was at the door slightly stumbling from his step with a bottle of his sake in his hand.
"YOU INSUFFERABLE BASTARD, YOU WASTE MY TIME ON DRINKING INSTEAD IF FINDING THAT BITCH. I SHOULD EXECUTE YOU FOR YOU USLESSNESS!"
The officer didn't respond and instead threw the bottle at Farquad narrowly missing his head and smashed through the window behind him.
"You…." He said with his voice lace with mallace.
The officer brushed off his attempt to scare him and instead opened his coat to reveal his chest was covered in a vest full of red sticks of explosives.
Farquad now recoiled back into his seat in fear and tried to call out for help but the words just couldn't come out, just whimpers.
"Allahu *BELCH!*kbar! oh shit." He fumbled around for the detonator and then found it and pressed the red button.
*CHUNG! CHHUNG!* (Scene change)
*BOOM!* The ship violently exploded from three areas but the biggest was the armoury and gunpowder storage area.
Marcus saw the scene from his attack boat and couldn't help byt face fault at the actions of that one clone that decided to be a suicide bomber by mentioning a phrase that was not heard in a long time by jihadists which he couldn't help but deadpan and sweat drop.
'Crazy motherfucker! I so did not order him to say that, is he trying to make me look like a racist? But on the positive side, none of these people in this world don't even know what that word means and they never will, thank fuck for that.'
The past few hours Marcus and the clones were busy preparing for their arrival. They told the civilians not to tell anything about them and they reluctantly agreed after they knew who was coming here.
The marines were unlucky not getting any clues on the whereabouts or any sightings. But what they didn't know was that they were not talking to any ordinary citizens of Ohara but Marcus's clones.
Hours before they arrived. The clones have performed an all-night clean-up operation that quickly transformed a war-torn looking village back into the peaceful village it once was. No more smells of heated copper left out in the open and now replaced with clean fresh salty air.
The marines never suspected a thing but that didn't stop them from their investigation.
In fact most of the clones that were present in the town were playing the part of oblivious average townspeople. As most of them were in shock and were too afraid to leave their own homes at the moment so Marcus made clones of the regular townspeople to take over their jobs and look the part for a busy market day.
The clones took over the roles of a cashier at market stool vendors and shops, blacksmith, fisherman and even children. The marines never suspected a thing.
It was made easier to hide things because of the mist that was coming from the sea covering the town in a thick layer of it.
Marcus shook his head 'no matter he did his job to make it look like a drunken homicide or in his case drunken terrorism. We should be safe now.'
He turned his boat around and drove back to Ohara.
"And now we will begin my training, this will be exiting." He smirked
Omake: Dance off!
The pirates all formed up together to face these mettalic carraiges that stopped a few metres away from them.
then suddenly doors to the vehicles and semi-trailer opened with a mist emrging out of them. and then suddenly their were synchronized marches coming out of the trailer and black soldiers were forming up into a a few rows.
just as they were getting closer the pirates were now hearing music comnig out of nowhere
(Play Will smith: Men in Black)
They all started dancing off to the beat in synchronization along with the leader who was leading them while he was singing smoothly and the backup singers that were female were singing with him. they were all sliding from left to right and walking smoothly to the rhythm
Sean was speechless and could not function at what was happening as his brain and computer chip was malfunctioning and he started shuffle dancing towards marcus.
they both stopped when they locked eye contact.
and then the next song begun at the beat drop
(Faithless:Insomnia)
*I cant get no sleep.*
They began to resume shuffling along to the beat and when it got more intense they got on their backs and performed the windmill and started a few flip while still spinning and landing on their hands.
the pirates all stood their all thinking the same thing 'What is happening?
END:
The next chapter will kick things up a notch but I am definitely not going to ignore this story, I am having way too much fun on this.
But college will hold me back so I have to improvise my time and work.
And as always, have nice day *FPS Russia accent*