Hello again! I'm enjoying writing this fic a lot more than I expected... So here's the next chapter! Glad to see you guys are enjoying it, too!

Sabo sat atop the covers of his bed, staring down at his bandaged hands, flexing his fingers experimentally. It hurt, the left more so than the right, and brought the cause back into question. His accident wasn't something he liked to think about—not because it traumatised him, but because he had no recollection of it—of anything. He hadn't cared much at first, his confusion keeping his thoughts occupied whenever the pain dulled well enough to think, but now as he healed he found his mind drifting back to the uncertainty of everything that came before.

He sighed.

Looking around the room it wasn't much, though being that he was only to stay there until he recovered it was all that he needed. His eyes always seemed to find their way to his belongings set atop the desk, put there by Hina—she was the lady who'd spoken to him that first day, and he was finding that he enjoyed her company. Granted he didn't have her company all too often, being a busy marine as she was. She'd mentioned that his name was written on the inside of the bag, and that was how she'd known what to call him, but he hadn't given it much of a look. Infact… he hadn't so much as touched it. Now, alone in an East Blue Marine base, being given time to recover in solitude with nothing to do, well…

He crawled across the bed to the desk and pulled the bag off of it and onto the mattress, blinking down at it. It really didn't look familiar… or maybe it did. He wasn't sure. Opening the contents he wasn't surprised to find what looked like provisions—food, first aid. Having been on a boat when it happened he supposed that much was expected. Why was he out at sea in the first place, he wondered?

At the bottom of the bag, pressed against the side by everything that came before it, was a thin, hardcover book. It caught his interest and he dug everything else out, taking the book in his hands and staring at the brown leather held beneath his fingertips, tilting his head in curiosity. It could maybe be a log, as he was out at sea, but… they'd been near land. He had just set sail, so it should be empty. But despite that thought he untied the strings keeping it closed and flipped it open to the first page. In inky black on the inside of the cover he found a short, scribbled few words.

"Sabo Outlook…"

He swallowed the lump in his throat as something at the back of his mind buzzed at the sound. It was… familiar. Unquestioningly familiar. His heart began racing as his eyes slowly scrolled onto the first page, seeing an entry clearly written out. So it wasn't a log. A journal? Something with his thoughts written down, his…

He slammed the cover shut when he heard the doorknob twist, smiling shakily as his doctor entered and receiving the same gesture in return.

"Hello there, Sabo. How've you been feeling today?"

"Good," he stated, toothy grin backing his claim. "It's not hurting so much anymore. The cream feels nice."

The doctor patted his head, dragging over the desk chair and plopping down atop it. "Great to hear. Let's get those bandages changed, hm?"

As the bandages on his face were carefully unravelled he pushed the book beneath the pillow and tried to forget. Somehow he didn't think he wanted to read whatever was in those entries. Whatever it was… it was over now, right?

He wanted to move on.

Sabo wasn't angry. Oh no, no. He wasn't angry that he'd spent three weeks tracking down one pirate only for said pirate to have already set sail somewhere else every bloody time he reached land. No, he wasn't annoyed that he'd get an earful from the citizens for being a marine and arriving a day or two too late to do anything about it every bloody time. And he certainly wasn't ready to call it quits and go back to his crew.

He was starting to understand why a lot of marines grew to be so bitter about the world.

Heaving a sigh he straightened his uniform, having just bathed and dressed, and took what he needed out of his bag before stepping out of the inn he'd lodged in the night before. Portgas had to be there. Or if he wasn't then, he would be. It wasn't just a matter of how tired Sabo was getting of this journey; he pinpointed the Spade Pirates' next stop and due to them being engaged in battle along their journey, had to have arrived before them. He only learned about it when he made it to shore the night before and read the local paper and had been giddy ever since. Oh, Sabo had a few choice words for that pirate, having had to clean up the bastard's messes every step of the way.

...He wouldn't be able to say them, though, being that those choice words could start a fight and hinder Portgas's acceptance of the offer. Sometimes his job was the worst.

With a smile he greeted the innkeeper and left, looking around at the island. It was a humble little place with a modestly-sized city and great scenery. And for once he wasn't met with angry townsfolk. Honestly he wouldn't have minded if the crew took their sweet time getting there… a break from all the running around would be welcomed.

Firstly Sabo decided his stomach needed addressing. He was never big on breakfast but there were no cafes nearby, so he settled on a small restaurant close to the shoreline. It had a nice view, and if any pirate ships came to port he wouldn't be far away. He placed an order and waited with a cup of orange pekoe on the table and a newspaper in his hands. But his mind wasn't all too focused on what he was reading, and if asked to recite it he wouldn't have had a clue.

Over the past three weeks he'd had the occasional dream—two in total. Each dream was about this boy all alone, trapped in what Sabo could only describe as a bird cage. It was dark and drab, and no matter how hard the boy rattled the bars or thrashed about the walls remained and all he could do was sit there as his cries went answered and everything he wanted remained just out of reach.

Needless to say, it put a damper on Sabo's already bad mood. Ah well, he was used to weird dreams; he had them a lot as a boy, and sometimes they'd keep him up at night.

His food came about twenty minutes later and he wasted no time in devouring it, starting with the meat. Who know's why, but he'd always had a tendency to practically swallow any meat on his plate whole, as though if he didn't hurry to eat it, it would vanish into thin air. Sometimes people stared but he was never bothered by it; it wasn't like he'd forget his manners, he just just… ate. Fast. And maybe a bit desperately. So he knew the moment he started eating he was likely to garnish attention from at least a few of the other patrons.

An arm snaked its way over his shoulder and within seconds Sabo's sausage was pulled away on the pronged end of the stranger's fork. He sat frozen for a second, baffled by what just happened, before slowly turning around to face the culprit.

"The hell's a marine doing in a shithole like this?"

Sabo watched the man eat the last of the sausage before finally registering the situation. In the booth behind his sat a lone pirate, legs propped up on the table and a good twenty empty plates piled high off to the side. Sabo didn't really take much notice in the orange hat with the medallions, or the red beads strewn across the man's neck. What mattered most were the crumbs on that man's face and the shit-eating grin that made Sabo want to deck him.

...Bloody hell that was Portgas, wasn't it?

Alright, this was fine. Sabo was too big a person to start a fight over one single sausage. But this pirate hadn't just stolen that sausage, oh no; this was the man who for weeks Sabo had been—

He cleared his throat, smoothed out his expression. There was no way he was going to throw away three weeks of searching just for that. Eventually he was able to offer a polite, empty smile. "A bit forward, confronting a marine during his meal, don't you think?"

Portgas raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat, lounging like he didn't have a care in the world. His attitude was irritating… probably because it reminded Sabo so much of himself. "Maybe. Not like I give a shit."

"You know," Sabo twisted around to fully face him, "most pirates try to avoid marines, not draw their attention."

The tilted head was mocking enough, but the way his cocky grin warped into a smirk was flat-out irritating. "Oh? What'cha gonna do about it?"

Sabo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Here this guy was, trying to start a fight first thing in the morning, and Sabo just wanted some goddamn breakfast. Smile still firmly in place, he held out his hand. "Thomas Howard. A pleasure to finally meet you, Fire Fist."

Portgas blinked, the smirk sliding off his face a little as he was taken off guard, staring at the hand like it had six fingers. Eventually he looked back up, and as expected he never took the hand. "And who the hell are you s'pposed to be?"

"Thomas—"

"I heard your goddamn name. Don't play 'smartass' with me."

Well, the rumours of Portgas's short fuse were accurate enough, to Sabo's passive-aggressive joy. He took a moment to wipe his mouth and hands on a napkin before retrieving the letter from his inner coat pocket. "Actually I've been looking for you for a while now, Portgas, and I've got to say it's been a challenge. Your crew likes to wander a lot; you don't even wait for your log pose to reset. Daring of you."

Portgas snorted, crossing his arms as a very real scowl set on his face. "The hell's this about? Lookin' for me? What, you wanna try your hand at playing bounty hunter?"

Sabo glared dully at him. He'd heard stories of Portgas's good manners, but with such a foul mouth he was sure at this point that they were little more than tall tales. Or maybe Portgas was just like that with marines, hm… Shaking his head of the thought, he held out the envelope. "I was sent by Fleet Admiral Sengoku to deliver this."

Hesitantly Portgas took it, tearing it open to reveal the letter inside. He took a moment to read it over. "...They want me to be a warlord?"

Sabo gave an energetic nod. Now that his anger had quelled the fact that his mission was reaching its close finally began to sink in. Every pirate wanted this opportunity; the warlords could do whatever they wanted without worrying about the government's interference. Well, almost. There were a few clauses. And as much as Sabo disagreed with that whole system, he was glad it meant that his job would be made easier—

Portgas laughed. Soon the letter burst into flames until nothing but ash crumbled to the floor, and with it Sabo's words to Sengoku weeks prior came back into thought. "Ain't doin' it. Not now, not ever."

"You're not…" It took a moment for what was said to fully sink in and when it did Sabo sputtered. Okay, this guy was a rookie pirate still. Maybe he didn't know all of the perks that came with the position. "...No, see, you don't want to do that. Think for a second. Warlords get—"

"Shut up." Ace kicked the table, causing the room to go quiet and Sabo to eat his words. People stared, soon whispers followed. "I won't lower myself to being at the beck and call of trash like them. I'm nobody's dog, you hear?"

Sabo's eye twitched and he let that sink in a moment before folding his arms over his chest, humming. "Rude. Well see, now we have a problem, because I said I'd return with your confirmation."

"Guess you'll just have to swallow your pride and take the blow to your ego."

He gave a short laugh. "Mm. No. See, I'm not going to do that."

The narrow look Portgas gave shared enough to know what he thought of that, even before he leaned forward on the table or returned the smirk to his face with a repeat of the words, "Then what'cha gonna do 'bout it?"

Sabo returned the smug look with one of his own. "I can take care of myself."

"That so?"

The moment he saw the look he was getting, Sabo realised his mistake. Shit. A fight would not help get this guy to accept the offer. More importantly, the warning flames licking across his opponent's shoulders worried him, not for his own safety but for the civilians around them. He'd seen first-hand just how destructive that particular pirate could be. So he tried to look intimidated, tried to make himself appear small, raising placating hands. "It was a joke. I'm not much of a fighter, honest. So don't shoot the messenger."

It wasn't hard to see how disappointed Portgas was but soon the flames were gone and he was back to slouching in his seat, a sure sign that there wasn't going to be some sudden blowout. And finally came the resolute mutter, "Won't do it. I can't stand the World Government. I hate those scumbags."

The insults to his superiors didn't bother Sabo all that much, really. It was actually a welcomed change, seeing as all his coworkers did was kiss up to them. But his own stubborn pride refused to let the subject drop so that he could head back to Marineford. He hated losing.

"Look, Portgas…" He smiled, this time a little less forced. "Why don't I buy you a drink?"

Hanging around a pirate was something Sabo never thought he would do. A big part of him didn't know why he was doing it, or what he hoped to accomplish through doing so. He knew that it wasn't all about pride; as much as he wanted to prove his words to Sengoku, after seeing Portgas's destructive power he knew why the offer was so important. Having someone that strong on their side was good, yes, but as a warlord they could monitor him, even just a little. They would stand a better chance at tracking his movements, trying to keep damages to a minimum. Of course, at the same time Warlords weren't monitored as closely as other pirates and given more freedom, which almost defeated the pros… but there were rules they had to follow.

Portgas wouldn't be allowed to cause damages to islands under the World Government's rule.

Still, he frowned at the man across from him, the one currently stuffing his face with an ungodly amount of food as they sat on the grass atop a cliffside view of the ocean. Sabo'd bought him that drink—and everything else as they wandered the bloody marketplace with Portgas taking whatever he pleased, knowing that Sabo would feel obliged to pay for it all so that the poor townsfolk didn't get robbed. He felt like he'd been conned.

"Thomas, yeah?" Portgas asked, his words muffled by the food in his mouth. "What d'ya think you're gonna accomplish with all this? I ain't fuckin' joining."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say," he muttered with a sigh. In a way he was still just trying to understand why a pirate agreed to go along with a marine in the first place; free food didn't make all that much sense when considering Portgas was a moral deficient criminal who wouldn't think twice about stealing. Hell, his file held countless dine-and-dash charges. "I spent three weeks tracking you. I wasn't about to just pack my bags after a ten minute exchange."

"Should have," Portgas said, snatching up an apple and biting into it. "'Cause you ain't changing my mind. Jus' wastin' time."

Sabo rolled his eyes and poured himself a drink as he stared out over the horizon. A beautiful day, and they were drinking it away before noon. "The warlords aren't dogs, Portgas," he muttered, stretching out across the grass. There was something oddly nostalgic about cliffside views like that, something unrecalled that made them pleasantly soothing. "There are conditions, but being a warlord has far more benefits. You can make demands. You can get that bounty taken off your head. It's nothing to brag about now but once it grows you can bet it'll make your life difficult. No one is saying you have to like the World Government. Hell, even I'm not partial to them and I work for them without any special deals. But joining is beneficial to you. They'll turn a blind eye. The restrictions you have to abide by are nothing in comparison to the freedoms you gain."

Portgas narrowed his eyes, took a breath. "You know what—"

Sabo yelped, narrowly avoiding the apple that was thrown at his head and glowering at the pirate. "Really?"

The laughter that met him just rubbed salt into the wound as Fire Fist looked on with that—that smug grin he always seemed to wear. "Ain't doin' it. Ask again and I'll set that ugly blond mop of yours on fire."

Sabo's eyebrow twitched, his hand automatically reaching up to touch his hair. "I wasn't asking anything of you, Portgas. I was simply stating fact."

"Tryin' to bribe me, y'mean. You marines are all the same." He snorted. "Gotta say I'm curious, though. You report back to Sengoku? What's your rank?"

Sabo narrowed his eyes, wondering why the pirate was suddenly taking an interest in him. Portas hadn't cared before, and he somehow doubted it was genuine curiosity. "Captain."

"Captain? That's it?"

"What do you mean 'that's it'?!"

Ace laughed again and just shook his head, stealing a bottle of rum and snatching a newspaper out from within his odd-looking watermelon backpack, stretching it out and staring at the front page. Sabo just rolled his eyes at that, hunched over as he bitterly went over Ace's reaction to his rank. It was a good enough rank for his age, and he wasn't sure he wanted a higher rank… More responsibilities, more restrictions. He could perfectly understand why Garp refused the position of Admiral.

Eventually he shoved those thoughts aside, sipping from his cup. Ace was just… looking at the paper, at that one news article. "And who'd you steal that from?"

"No one," came the muttered reply.

"Hmm…" As he looked closer at the back page he spotted the date in the corner. It was from a few months back, and he thought he vaguely remembered what was written that day… but he didn't bother trying to bring it to thought, his eyes instead falling to the black ink on Ace's arm. From what he could see, the ink disappearing beneath Ace's sleeve, it looked like a tattoo of, well… Ace. The name. Odd, perhaps, but even odder still was the crossed out 'S' right before the 'C' that had him snickering at the sight. "Few too many drinks one night, maybe?"

"What?" Ace looked up incredulously from the paper to the marine, then following Sabo's eyes to the tattoo and letting out a snort. "Intentional, believe it or not."

"I don't."

"Hell if I care. Hey—" Ace turned the newspaper around, holding the article he'd been staring at on display, the sheets taut between his fingers and a frown on his face. "You know anything about the guy who did this? Sabo?"

Immediately he tensed. Oh, well great, Ace was looking for him. The article in question was about a large arrest he and his crew performed a few months back, capturing a band of pirates with over a hundred members aboard and delivering them to Impel Down. It had been an impressive feat, at least to those in the area, and had been noteworthy enough to include an article about. It didn't go into detail, only saying that the arrest was conducted under the orders of Captain Sabo of the Marines. They hadn't even bothered to put his last name… and his first name sounded so lame with that title.

Ace couldn't be wanting to test his strength… could he?

"Why do you ask?"

"Just answer the goddamn question."

Sabo pressed his lips together, slouching in his seat. Don't start a fight, don't start a fight. "I may have seen him around, yeah. But why do you care? Thought 'Captain' wasn't a good enough rank for you."

Ace lunged forward, ignoring the question as he grabbed Sabo by the collar and pulled him close, a heat to his gaze far more intimidating than the fires Ace was known for. "Where is he?!"

Sabo remained frozen, fixed in place by the outburst that had taken him aback as he watched flames licking along Ace's shoulders and arms, and he realised that they may have taken this too far. His hand rose to Ace's wrist in a crushing grip and held it there, using more and more force until the hand on his collar came loose, but he didn't let go.

He could tell by expression that Ace felt the pain.

"What—you fucking—"

"Don't try pulling this shit with me, Portgas. Calm down."

Ace's eyes widened before he snickered, wrenching free of the grip to rise to his feet as he rubbed his wrist. "'Weak' my ass. Ain't so useless after all, are ya, Thomas?"

Sabo returned the gesture with a smirk and stood as well, directly across from the pirate. "Caught me. Unfortunately I've seen what you can do. If you're not going to accept the offer then maybe it's best I bring you in."

"Oh yeah?" He flexed his hand, the flames growing more and more violent, less controlled, and Sabo could only be grateful that they were away from town. "Go ahead and try."

Sabo removed his bo staff from its place on his back, allowing the end to rest on the ground as he shifted his stance. Once ready he kicked it up into his hand and held it at the ready, cocky smirk still in place. "Alright. Let's see how good you are, Ace."

Sabo never really registered the way Ace's eyes widened, or the colour draining from his skin. "Sa—"

The first blow sent Ace sprawling to the ground as the side of the staff connected with his cheek, and Sabo heard a distinctive crack upon impact that almost had him wincing.

Portgas sat up, fingers pressed to his lip, and when he pulled them back he eyed the blood trailing down the tips, turning back to face Sabo, but… he didn't look all that angry. "Oi," he called, rising back to his feet, "just wait a fucking—"

But Sabo was already lunging again, the wide range of the staff finding Ace stumbling back as Sabo swung it left to right, and Sabo was left wondering just why he wasn't getting any counter attacks.

"Oi! Fucking listen to me!" The staff was stopped, caught between two large hands as panted breaths escaped the pirate.

Sabo raised an eyebrow. "Already out of breath, Portgas?"

"Don't—don't call me that!"

"Then what am I supposed to call you?"

He bit his lip. "Ace! Like you did before!"

Ahh right, he'd made that slip-up earlier, hadn't he? Sabo shrugged it off and when he found the staff immobile he used it as an anchor to pivot himself, leaping up to kick at Ace's skull.

Ace dodged, barely, his stupid orange hat knocked askew. It fell, kept on his back only by the string around his shoulders.

Sabo was able to snatch back his staff when he landed and forced his own advance, finding satisfaction in the way Ace grit his teeth. But this didn't feel right—too simple, to dull.

Sparks launched into the air and his stomach fluttered with excitement. That was what he'd been waiting for.

The flames jetting his way were easily dissipated with the spinning of his staff, causing not even a break in his advantage, and he frowned. Ace was stronger than this. Ace could destroy towns with the destructive power he held and yet—

He shook his head and spun out when Ace sent a fist his way, coming back in with a right hook that managed to connect.

Lacking haki saw Ace phasing right through it, but it was enough to make the pirate stumble, his arms stretching out and hands beginning to glow—

By the time Sabo realised what was happening the entire field was covered in tiny green lights, hovering in place. It brought his movements to pause, his arms falling to his side, eyes following the drifting specks. Fireflies…

Ace let out a loud exhale as things finally seemed to settle, keeping his hands out in front of him, making those lights stay where they were, all huddled close to Sabo's body but not quite touching. "Can you fucking listen now, damn it?!"

Sabo straightened his back, his focus still on those pretty little lights floating just out of reach. Experience told him just what those things would do if he moved, and as much as he had faith in his reflexes he didn't think it was worth the risk. So he looked to Ace, staring into uncertain grey eyes, and sighed. "Alright, Portgas. I'm listening. What are your demands?"

Ace cursed under his breath at the name he was being called but forwent addressing it, remaining just as tense as he was during their short spat. "You're—you're not Thomas."

He pressed his lips together. Was he figured out?

"...Sabo?"

The voice was so small, so uncertain that Sabo almost thought it came from another source, and… he didn't really know how to answer. There was this strange pleading to the tone that left him uneasy, averting his attention to the food still sprawled out across the ground.

"I fucking knew it!" Ace seemed to take his silence as confirmation, his hands beginning to tremble. "You—I thought you were dead! I never even looked for you, and—and you're with the fucking Marines?!"

His head snapped back up then, brows furrowed in confusion as he lowered himself onto the ground, avoiding all the little 'fireflies' under Ace's control. "What are you on about?"

Ace froze then, arms falling to his sides and with them fell away his attack. "...What? You—"

"Cap'n!" Sabo looked past his opponent to see a large group fast approaching.

Ace let out a frustrated growl, his eyes still on Sabo. "Not now!"

"Marines are coming!"

With that Fire Fist had no choice but to look towards them and then to the horizon, where sure enough a marine vessel was nearing the docks. Sabo hadn't seen a pirate ship there… so the Spade pirates were probably hiding out somewhere out of sight while doing repairs.

There was a squabble amongst the group, one that Sabo couldn't bring himself to bother listening to apart from Ace's demands they stand their ground, but before long the crew was retreating, Ace left behind to stare down at Sabo. And stare. And stare and it was getting unnerving—

Suddenly Ace was pulling Sabo to his feet by his collar, and Sabo was none too pleased upon hearing the rasp of tearing fabric. "You're—you're comin' with us, alright?"

Sabo's eyebrow twitched and he took Ace's hand into his own crushing grip, his tone flat, "I'm not going anywhere."

The stare-down didn't last half as long as expected and Ace turned away, cursing under his breath. "Fucking hell…"

As he watched the pirate march off Sabo was well aware that he could continue the fight, take advantage of Ace's unstable headspace and bring him in, but… he really didn't much care at that point. His mission was over, even if it meant taking the blow to his pride, and he just felt… drained. Not physically, not from their fight, no. That strange turn things took at the end just seemed to stick with him, playing in the forefront of his mind.

He watched the ship sailing across the waters—the Marine ship—thinking perhaps he could catch a ride with them. His catboat was nice and all, but it wasn't nearly as fast or comfortable. It looked like he'd have a good twenty minutes before they reached the shore, though, and he turned his head to the food he'd bought, figuring he could finish his meal while he waited…

His eyebrow twitched. The pirate had eaten it all.

Heaving a sigh he flopped back on the grass, staring up at the sky, watching the clouds float across the deep blue.

"I thought you were dead!"

Now, six years later, he was starting to wonder what was written in that journal.

Can I just say I'm terrible at attempting fight scenes? This is why most of my fics have the bare minimum *cough*

To my lovelies~

Smally: Hehehe very happy you're enjoying it hun! Honestly the part with Garp was my favourite part to work on last chapter, and it was surprisingly difficult to try to figure out how to go about it.

Mah-Blackberreh: Well now you know how it went XD

Coffee Fren: Pffffft very happy you are, here's more!

Wordlet: Who knows~ Well the cover name order didn't really end up mattering as much because Ace isn't all that unobservant XD I agree Sabo belongs with the revolutionaries, but I think what's important to remember when considering alternate timelines is his strong sense of justice - not marine justice, but REAL justice. He has a strong moral code. So to an amnesiac with only feelings remaining and no prior knowledge, the marines really do line up in theory with what he wants. He can protect people as a marine. He just... doesn't remember the corruption that he'd been running from. So it's a lot more than who he woke up with deciding what happened to him. It's more that after spending time with them he started to see his own goals in them. At this point he didn't even know what the revolutionaries were, so the marines looked, well, pretty damn good an option XD

Kitsune Foxfire: Oh yeah? We'll see about that XD

Everlight18: Really? That's good, I like being original! XD The Garp scene was a loooot of fun to work on. Hard, but fun. Hopefully this chapter clears up how he remembered his name.

ScarletRoofs: Yup, Garp knows it's him, and now so does Ace XD

Ashlielle: Glad to see you so excited XD

Vanimelde Melindel: Will do!

Alyss Penedo: I think Ace accepting the offer would have given readers heart attacks xD I honestly don't know how I'm doing this, I don't even know WHAT I'm doing tbh *cough*

Moony the Mature One: I'll be updating my ongoing stories in the future, but as it says on my profile I have a new job (and am now also taking commissions) and don't have a lot of free time, so I've been working on independent things until I either gain more time or adapt to the new workload :) They're not dropped, they're not even really on hiatus, I just need time.

Bluejay Blaze: Garp knows who Sabo is, but he could understand that Sabo wasn't aware, so he did what he could to keep from fucking things up for his grandson who had been doing so well for himself.

AnyMoreBrightIdeasGenius: Glad you like~

xTheCherryx: I suppose she is a bit like Koala, having to keep him in line XD Good, I'm glad it could make you emotional hehe~ I honestly never thought Sabo'd make all that bad of a marine, so I just had to play around with it AT LEAST once.

Guest: HERE IS MORE FRIEND!

thewibblywobblywolf: SDFJKGH YOU FLATTERER I'm very happy you liked the start of it!

UnderTakerxXxMadnesS: Here it is~

Adieu~