World Marine Headquarters, Marineford, Grand Line – Paradise
In an office with a large window, a certain Marine Vice Admiral with short brown hair stood looking out the window, gazing at the sea through his glasses. On his desk, fairly clean, was a single letter, already opened and read. Vice Admiral Rico massaged his forehead as he thought about the contents of the letter. The sender was a certain Erik Letourneau, a well-known journalist who reported major events from around the Blue Seas. Rico was not the recipient though; it was intended for Fleet Admiral Sengoku. The man was quite busy at the moment though, with a riot at Impel Down and a Marine navigator’s miscalculation causing a battleship to crash into Enies Lobby, the geezer was starting to pull his hair out. Less important tasks like this plea from a journalist were left to those in the lower ranks.
Returning to his desk, Rico opened and reread the letter. It was nothing he didn’t know, but the truth of it still stung. Erik wrote about the current state of the Blue Seas: not only were pirates everywhere, but he spoke about what he called the ‘Four Cardinal Threats’. Each Blue had one major problem, but Rico felt the Marines had done what they could. Though Erik’s points about ‘stopping pirates at the root' resonated with him, they simply didn’t have the manpower to do much about it. One misplaced Vice Admiral and a town could be erased. Rico himself wished he was taking his sword to pirate flesh right now, but a proper attack needed proper organization, and public opinion was also an important matter.
Thinking about what they had done, Rico recalled the Blue Elite, the Blue Sea’s answer to the Buster Call. They were no Marine Elite, but all signs pointed to the force as being able to take down any Blue Terror, it was just a matter of planning and maneuvering. It was a resent installment, but with time, there would certainly be results. Rico began to write the reply, bringing up the Blue Elite. He failed to mention that they were completely ineffective to two of the Cardinal Threats, who were neither pirates or criminals, but rather Government allied countries who were causing trouble. He also pointed out that the Fleet Admiral’s hands were tied with countless matters (writing as if he were the Fleet Admiral, mind). The Grand Line had its own share of problems: pirates raiding everywhere, even on islands close to Marineford, the current crisis on Fishman Island regarding pirates kidnapping mermaids, which still hadn’t been dealt with (as an expedition by Marines would be too expensive, says Admiral Akainu, who was not known for his compassion to Fishmen), and not to mention the fact that one of the Warlords of the Sea hadn’t been seen for more than three or four years. Gekko Moria could be up to anything, if he were even alive.
Rereading and rewriting parts of his response, he attached a note for Sengoku, reporting the contents of the letter and his response. Sengoku would rewrite it or simply sign it depending on his mood. Rico shook his head as he sent it to be delivered to the Fleet Admiral. Did he spend two decades in the Marines to answer the Fleet Admiral’s mail? His next outgoing message was to Kizaru, the present Admiral, pleading to be shipped out to deal with some pirates or something else to make him feel like it was all worthwhile.
Again, he stood and looked out the window. He thought about the man who indirectly caused all this Gold Roger. Rico had clashed with him before: that’s where his leg from the knee down had gone. Now that the bastard was dead and so many pirates had come to try and follow in his wake. His hand twitched to his sword as he suddenly cut the air, a fly falling out of the air, its wings deftly removed. It did nothing to sate him, however, even as he stepped on the crippled bug. Gritting his teeth, he moved on, troubles of the Blue Seas still plaguing his mind.
“Vermillion, Lefacti, Kira Hakkin, Caius...” He mumbled. The Four Cardinal Threats.