The sky above Shells town was clear and blue. There wasn't a cloud visible in any border of the horizon, because everyone of them was evaporated by the harsh sun beating down on the on the world below. The day was so bright even looking at the calm waters causes eyes to water and sun spots to coat a man's vision.

One such man, a tall old marine with a barrel chest, chestnut hair, and eyes like the grey scales of a dead fish winced after making the mistake, again of looking down at the ocean. "This blasted sea." He muttered. His face was gray, and his stomach was empty. Its contents were a few meters back, being fought over by a school of fish. "This blasted sea." He shook his head, trying to reign in what was coming, but failed. He dry heaved and kept on at it until he managed to dehydrate himself further. "How much longer?" The marine moaned, burying his face into his massive hands, hands that were too big for his form.

"A few more minutes sir." A tiny lieutenant standing by his side said. "You could see the island getting quiet large on the other side of the boat."

At that the marine's face went paler, but it couldn't be seen because of the hands in the way. He frantically shook his head. "Oh!" He moaned. "No. No. No. No. At the front its even worst." He shuddered. "Don't even remind me we've got a front to this thing."

"Yes sir." The tiny man sighed. His dark curly hair bobbed whenever he was annoyed.

"And what about our prisoner?" The man asked. He put a hand to his stomach, hoping the action would do something to relieve the storm but it didn't work and the motion just brought more bile to the back of his throat.

"Lillian!" The short man said, spitting the word out as if he bit something bitter with thorns he'd somehow managed to miss. "She's fine. Great spirits that one. You can't step inside her cell without getting a barrage of insults. It's like a firing squad that's only going to cause you pain but nothing else."

At that the ship's captain smiled. "Good. Let's see if that spirit stays with her at the gallows." The smile quickly disappeared as the man put his head over the ship's railing and heaved again.

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Deep in the ship's bowels a woman stood, her long red hair shook from the soft, but steady breeze that poured in through the a tiny hole in the wood. It was refreshing enough to help ease the tension that had built within her shoulders for the last couple of days. Getting caught had been a terrible turn of events, but at least she didn't have to run at the moment. Her legs could rest. Once lady luck showed her the cards she'd take it and be fresh for a sprint.

There was a knock at the door. "WE're coming in. Make a move and we'll get you down." Then the doorknob turned and pushed inward.
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The docks were welcoming. That wasn't a surprise. The island was controlled by the old marines after all. Three men were waiting when the ship's captain and first mate stepped off, followed closely by a couple marines, the ones that never stood out wherever they were, dragging the prisoner along.

"Captain Ruckus?" A tall dark skinned man with a belly like a bath tub raised his hand to the captain. "I'm Effen, Motha Effen. I'm in command here." Ruckus took his hand and gave it a quick shake. "And these are my personal guards Cross Alex" he pointed to the paler of the two who had what looked like a large boomerang taped to his back. "And Miss Lisa Star" he said pointing to a woman with a jaw that could crack stone and arms like pythons after eating a deer.

Ruckus nodded at the two without a word before turning his attention Motha. "Are you marines ready?"

"Sir?" Effen said, suddenly full of panic.

The captain gave a short sigh. "For the execution display! Do you have guards set up? Is the executioner and his block ready? What about the word? Did you put out the word that everyone in the town is to be there?"

At that Motha nodded most vigorously. "Yes sir! Of course. And is this here the prisoner?"

"That's me!" Abbigaill raised her head to look at the man. Her smiled reached from ear to ear. "I'll be the entertainer and decorator for this evening. I'll leave them all gasping and paint the place red." She faked a frown. "And I'm not even getting paid. How is that for a better world."

"Shut up!" ONe of the marines shouted as he slammed the butt of his gun against the back of the woman's head. The impact was enough to bring the redhead to her knees.

Ruckus turned at the woman with the red hair. She was smiling again, despite the blood that was running down the side of her face. "Yeah, that's her." Without a word he turned and started walking towards the center of town. "This is a small island and I need to get my land legs back. That should give you enough time to get everything in order."

"Sir" Effen snapped a salute and turned to Star. "You heard the man, see to it the word goes out. Shout in the streets!" He turned to the other man. "And you! Go find out whose job it is to put the show in order and get it done!" Both guards gave a figorous nod before turning and rushing into the city proper.

"Stress. Stress. Stress." Effen moaned. "I can already feel a headache coming on!"
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In the streets marines ran left and right, shouting about the mandatory public display the marines were hosting at the center of town. Failure to attend would be seen as an act of treason.

Marines were moving across the street, hooting and hollering about the upcoming execution and in the shadows of the treeline, the faintest glint of lazy eyes lurked, watching over the soldiers as they walked out of his line of sight.

Puh puh Shot from their resting position, the anchors were shot to the building across from him.
Thunk thunk They planted themselves within the wall.
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr In a moments flash, he zipped through the air, landing on the side of the building, looking down at the street where the Marines had turned off. He looked up, scanning the area for where the execution was being held. Who would be-

There... He spotted the the execution grounds. Many soldiers were gathered there. Narrowing his eyes he removed the anchoring in the building and took off in the direction of the center of town.

A lot of marines out today. A lot of idiots who are going to be hungry so plenty of work. The grand execution will be quite the event. It might even prove to be incredibly entertaining. Strapped knives to her thigh and bag slung over her back. Might as well get a good place to stand for the execution. Tying her hair back with a red ribbon. "I hate this is where they want to make all the executions but it does give gramps some business." Saying to noone in particular setting off.

"So let me get this straight, some idiot pissed off the Marine Captain so much that he actually forced everyone to go watch a public execution?" Aka leaned her back against a street corner, her sworn brothers being beside her as the group of marines that she was speaking towards nodded. "Not interested, count me out~" Several Marines raised their rifles in response to her nonchalant reply, as her gang members beside her immediately ran away from the scene and took cover in the back alley. Not because they are scared of the Marines' guns, but instead the actual reason will happen in the next moment.

With one punch at one of the marines, the marine exploded, along with the several others who got caught in the fireball. "You all should be more polite in my turf, just sayin~" She smiled at the last marine who is lucky enough to be out of range. "The coast's clear, you can all come out now! " Aka shouted back to the alley as that marine took to his heel and fled. "What a shitty day, I will be fishing to vent a bit of my anger, will be back later, so cya ~" She smirked as she took her fishing rod alongside her, giving a slight wave as she left for the harbour. On the second thought, the execution sounds abit interesting~

Aka chose her fishing spot at an area near the main street that leads straight to the town square. Casting her fishing rod, Aka could briefly see the crowd of audiences though she can barely discern the face of the one in the platform. Just then, she caught sight of man swinging back and forth with some sort of zipline equipment. She was a bit curious & surprised with that guy, whoever he is, he's definitely not going there as an audience. "Ha, looks like this one will be fun to watch," Aka laughed a bit, putting down her fishing rod as she headed to the execution square for some 'free action movies' to watch. Should've brought along some popcorns, to my regret...~

Handel Haydn Hallelujah pounded on the keys of the little honky tonk piano the bar had set up to the amusement of the drunkards that filled the mess hall. He was getting paid by the bar to perform, though the occasional generous sea dog did add to the tip jar that was half-filled with Handel's own money. A marine burst in and announced the execution. Listening in, Handel learned that Captain Ruckus had brought in the unfortunate convict. Handel came to Shells Town to lay low and hide his identity, but with the arrival of Ruckus, that hope had been dashed. Now Handel didn't know Ruckus personally, but if Ruckus was famous enough for his name to be known out in the boonies here in Shells Town, then he was trouble, and Handel didn't want any of it.

I need to get off this blasted island, Handel thought to himself as he continued playing his song, bringing it to an end as people started shuffling out of the bar, excited to see the bloody spectacle. Figuring that he'd be less conspicuous if he mingled with the crowd, Handel followed them out, but not before he rushed upstairs and gathered all his belongings into a massive wheeled trunk.

In the town square, Handel noticed the white hair of one of the cooks who worked at the bar. Handel had been going under the fake name Friedrich. He approached the cook, Bella, from behind. "Mandatory execution?! You'd think it was Whitebeard they had up there or something," he said, just to break the ice sonewhat.

@Shadolord

Location: Shells Town square

Sayuri watched the Marines as they rushed around the town square preparing for Abbigaill's execution in the chaotic but precise motion you would find on a warship preparing for battle. Apparently they were going to make a pretty big spectacle out of the whole thing. Not that she cared much she was going to save her either way. Adjusting the Marine cap and Justice jacket she was wearing she nodded at two Marines that passed her that acknowledged her by saluting very quickly before continuing on. Shaking her head she turned to take a small walk before the execution. She was baffled at the lack of communication with the base stationed here. It had been a couple months since her desertion and word somehow hadn't made it to this area of the East Blue. That or someone was hiding her desertion. Which she doubted/hoped wasn't the reason. When she'd arrived she was recognized almost instantly but a simple explanation that she was taking leave kept them from paying much attention to her. She was in full uniform, unfortunately, because Marines were required to be for executions, even when on leave.

Sighing she looks around looking for any places she recognized. She'd done this a couple times over the week she'd been there but only found a couple on the other side of town. One being her house and the other was a small store that was now up for sale. Making her way towards the edge of town she saw nothing except for a bakery which might have been a gun shop but she couldn't quite tell, "Hmm... This place has really changed. I don't even recognize any of the shops anymore... I wonder what happened these last eight years...", Sighing she turns around and starts making her way back towards the square taking a slightly different route.

Along the way she saw Marines starting to usher people towards the square, "Seems it'll be starting pretty soon... I'd better hurry," she starts walking slightly faster making sure she was in a decent place in time for the execution. Before she made it she stopped for a a few seconds when she saw something that made her pause. Talking to a cook from the tavern stood, of all people, the Fiddler Crab. Their eyes met for a second before hurrying to get a good place to stage her rescue plan, 'What the hell is he doing here?'

@Stern Algorithm

'Mandatory Executions...that's just great! why did I stop in this town again?' These thoughts go through the mind of a young bard as he 'covertly' navigates around the town square trying his best not to draw attention to himself. This young man's name is Calder Graham, a man with short black hair, and a plain white tank top shirt and some basic pants. The only thing from his appearance that makes him stand out is he has a guitar strapped to his back. Calder is keeping the guitar wrapped up and hidden to the best of his ability for the same reason he isn't trying to draw attention to himself.

Calder is wanted by the marines for stealing a prototype devil fruit object from them. That object is that very guitar on his back. The last thing Calder needed was the marines here at this execution to come after him. This execution was bothering him, like why was it necessary to force so many people to view it? What good can come of this? Calder never understood this yes the marines don't tolerate pirates but this kind of show will never work. There wasn't anything Calder could do about this, no matter what he thought of this execution it wouldn't change anything he was one person and there were so many marines. Calder gets into a good spot so he can see what is going to happen and where he can run if someone recognizes him

Chester sighs as the guards stop him for the pettiest of reasons.they stop his cart yelling for him to attend the execution." now now young men is their any reason to be accosting a simple snake oil salesmen? Hmm is it snake oil I forgot what poor creatures I used to make these sliders was it legal...I forget" the guards get nervous and their hands go to their swords as a series of steel darts hit their chests their faces going pale as they stiffen and the doctor starts to whistle his cart heading towards the square.

A crowd had gathered around the stage, with the executioner's stone at the center. It looked like everyone from Shell town was there. That wasn't a surprise. Effen's marines were nothing if not capable herdsmen. They were the watch dogs of the new world, after all and more importantly wouldn't make him appear as a weak leader in front of Captain Ruckus. What would've been a surprise, if anyone had been paying attention to the distant seas were the fleet of marines ships currently making their way towards the island.

"Is there everyone?" The captain said. He, along with his second in command, some of the marines from his ship, and the prisoner, were standing on Effen's left.

Effen paused before speaking and made a quick glance over to his two assistants, both of which nodded an affirmative. He tried to suppress a smile while he nodded, but barely managed to keep it down to a short grin. "It's possible that there are a few people in doors or out somewhere beyond the city, but for the most part yes, this is everyone."

"Good." The captain said. He pointed at the area of the stage, just in front of the stone. "You may begin."

As you wish. Effen gave a brisk nodded before he turned to make his tripe to the center stage, where he belonged. "Ladies and gentlemen" he said in a loud, clear voice that brought an instant hush among the crowd like a gunshot in the dark. "Today we are here to celebrate the passing of the old into the new. At this hour we will begin fresh and sever our ties with the old world, the old era, and the old stage we used to inhabit in history." The man made a quick motion with his hands and two marines dragged the tiny pirate across the stage and forced her to her knees. "Today we'll step into the greatest of times the world has ever seen." The man smiled when Ruckus's marines finally managed to get Rainbow fist's head on the block.

Effen turned to watch the still figure behind him for a moment before returning his attention to the crowd. "Great people of Shell town" he threw his hands high up in the air. "today you should feel proud! For on this day the Old Marines, the only true marines, begin operation Blackboard." His smiled widened show much it looked like his mouth could fit in the head of a child's bear. "Now, don't worry." He made a waving motion with his hand to indicate that any doubts or concerns on the parts of citizens should be shooed away as nothing more than paranoia. "This will bring no harm to anyone here. Even the few" he paused and cleared his throat "bits of criminal element that have somehow managed to slip in through the my guards are more than welcome." The man's large hands linked up behind his back. "Because today, my friends, you'll all be made a new. Today, with the help of some major technological breakthroughs, breakthroughs heading our way this vary moment, everyone here will be fixed."

He stepped aside and motioned towards the figure on the block. "And to symbolize the severing of that wretched past with this grand, hive like future, I have for you today the execution of one of this world's fallen." His big hand clutched the bag and ripped it off the pirate's head to show a young woman with blood red hair and eyes still mildly dazed from the constant knocks on the head she's been getting. "Now," he held his hand out for calm and it came immediately. "I know a new you might scare some people, but remember there are worst things that a minor tweak in the head." He patted Abbigaill's luscious red hair. "Loosing one's head for instance." He gave a minor chuckle, stopped and narrowed his eyes at several of the marines nearby who quickly gave the most sincere laugh they could under the circumstances.

"So then." He motioned for the men charged to give Abbigaill the closest shave of her life to step up. "Now then pirate" he put his hands on his hips and grinned down at the small woman. "Is there anything you'd like to say on your behalf?"

Abbigaill blinked for a few seconds before managing to get both her pupils the same size. Once that was done she looked up at Effen and narrowed her eyes. "I can see up your nose from here and its disgusting."

"Off with her head!" Effen shouted. The executioner's raised their blades for the strike.

It took him some time to reach the spot he had gotten to. Alleyways and rooftops were mostly clear, minus the few stray watchdogs who must not have been told. A few cus here and their and Marcus had managed to claim a spot overlooking the execution square, or by what he heard some Marines call it, the Stage. Quite pitiful if one were to ask him. They made it seem like this was fun. They didn’t understand the harm they had caused over the years and more than likely anyone caught with views otherwise were put down like dogs. But, he watched from atop a rooftop not too far from the execution site. God the Marines were more annoying now than ever. A new age, a new annoyance for those who rebelled against their tyrannical ways. Malthael was lucky enough to avoid such problems, mostly due to his prior pirating experience and evasion tactics, more commonly known as his invention.

Flllllllllllllll...clickclickclickclick

His optical invention zoomed in to get a better view of the show that was being put on. Definitely an execution. Announcement and everything needed to showboat their bullshit. As the man kept talking, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. If only he could just shut him the fuck up. But soon his disinterest turned to curiosity as they brought out the prisoner. Malthael’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he took notice to who she was. ”Is that-”

His eye squinted as his eagle eye zoomed in for a better view.

”Her...They can’t kill her, i need her to get me off this island. The end of his sentence held a bit of tension as he made the few necessary adjustments to his gear. Tthe Axemen heaved up his axe.

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Location: Shells Town square

Sayuri watched the as everything was set up from her incredible position right up front. Nobody was willing to get in a commissioned officers way and made an easy path for her. She wanted to rush up there and just fight her way through to Abbigaill but it would be difficult for to have gotten both of them out alive. So she’d just have to wait until she was right at the block and save her then. She just sighs as he makes a rather grand speech before letting her say last words and calling for her execution. Smiling she removes her hands from her pockets and shoot directly in front of one of the executioners punching him in the face sending him flying backwards and losing his weapon. She spins around to see someone else she vaguely recognized zipline down and kill the other Executioner.

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PSHH! VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr….CLING!THUNK

His anchor mechanism shot out and down towards the ground on the side of the stage but not before smacking into the falling axe, shocking most around. But it was the sound of his steel wire reeling him in that got everyone's attention, not to mention the rolling head of the one executioner.

“WHO IS THAT!?”

“THA-THAT’S LEVIATHAN!”

“I THOUGHT THE LENS MIRA CREW WERE DEAD!?

A few in the crowd pointed at him, taking quick recognition to who he was. Malthael Marcus Levi, Son of the infamous Captain Levi of the Lens Mira. If his face didn’t give it away. The tailcoat of his jacket, which bore the Wings of Freedom, did. He looked over to Abby with lazy yet cautious eyes, which slowly looked her up and down.

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”The crowed identified him for her however, [color=990000][i]’Oh, that’s Malthael… Hummingbird is his codename I believe… Wonder what he’s here for…”’[/][/color] She shrugges and turns to Abbigaill kneeling to look at her, ”Well It’s been awhile hasn’t it Squirt. Been what… Twelve… Maybe fourteen years?” she pauses for half a second before smirking, ”Heh you might not even remember me it’s been so long,” she turns to look at Malthael as he start talking to Abbigaill.

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”Captain Fist? Captain Rainbow Fist, correct? Look I’m in a bit of a predicament as I need to get off this island and I don’t know how to captain a ship. Seeing as how you're a captain I would require your assistance. Name is Malthael Marcus Levi, I’m a shipwright and a bit of an inventor so-” He looked back to the rest of the people there, eyeing up his opponents. Funny enough he was crazy enough to do this. Plus he did have a few backup plans littered across the island. Set to go off roughly in five minutes. ”Ready to get out of here?” He turned back to glance at her, the seriousness in his eyes shown past the laziness of them.

Several men raise their guns ready to fire as a face falls in front of them." Sorry lads but since the shoes over I'm going to be needing a new group to follow besides" they tense up going into paralytic shock" the good doctor needs more field testing." He smiles wickedly before approaching the rambunctious lot."care for some assistance in return for another stowaway". He smiles innocently looking at the confusion and hearing the thumping of boots.

@Shadolord @Demous @malmshodes @Fenfeir @FallenTrinity

Before Handel and Bella could strike up a conversation, Handel locked eyes with none other than Sayuri of the Bloody Scales, a cold sweat rushing over him. Suddenly, a shot fires out of the crowd, hitting one executioner, while a man on a zip line device descended on the stage and decapitated the other. He saw not only Sayuri jump on the stage with Captain Levi, the zip line man, but also a man in a labcoat. From the sound of things, these people wanted the Rainbow Fist taking them off this island. How absurd, to petition an imprisoned person for transportation, she probably didn't even have her own ship after being arrested by the Marines. Granted, he couldn't stay on this island much longer either. Not only was he fearful of the increased Marine presence, but Sayuri was here, and he knew she had recognized him. The last thing he needed was for her to blow his cover, so he grabbed his trunk, wheeled it around, and tried to inconspicuously make his way out of the crowd and towards the docks. Since everyone was gathered here for the execution, maybe he could steal a marine ship and escape this noisy place.

"Woah, holy shyt~" Aka commented at that unbelievable scene. Outright attacking the marines and executing that executioner in the broad daylight, whoever they are, they must crazy to do something like that. This is totally worth the trip, did the Marines just summon all of us here for us to see a fail execution? She bit on her ice cream, giggling whilst looking at the 'fireworks display' by the Marines. "Still, an ice cream for 200 beli, seriously those vendors are ripping me off!" Aka blew up her ice cream as she walked back to her streets, now that the climax is over.

"Just how...?" Aka's eyes widened at the sight of the current state of her streets. Corpses of her sworn brothers were lying here & there, some of them with their heads lopped off. She just left her homies like half an hour ago, and now they're gone just like that. Looking at the traces of bullets hanging around, its clearly done by marines, "But why...? Why pick a worthless target like this one?"

The Marines, apparently, have confirmed that there is a Devil Fruit user here, and along with the arrival of Effen, a strong force is dispatched to wipe an insignificant street gang.

Aka stayed silent throughout leaving her back alley. Her eyes darkened as she went back to the town square, where the Marines are still doing their business. Pulling out her Javelin, Aka threw it at the Marines. The Javelin landed at a bunch of Marines as it exploded upon them. "Oh wait, better to take down the person who talks the most shyt, yeah that one, he's definitely important." Aka drew out another throwing spear, stringing it with a few strand of her hair as she sent it towards Effen. She had nothing to lose, all that is in her head was to avenge her brothers as much as she can.

'What just happened? Is this really happening? Someone stopping the execution? There are more pirates here!' Calder's eyes widen at the current situation as his thoughts ran wild. Eventually a smirk went across his face this was now interesting and not just some show of the new world government's law.

For now he will wait for an opportunity to get involved, but for now he isn't going to jump right into action. His eyes watching and waiting to see the reactions of the marines looking for Calder is just standing there watching looking to see this all unfold. If he gets a moment to do something he will but for now with so many unknowns its best to wait and see what will happen.

Effen talked too much! Abbigaill got it. He was in a position of power and you had to have a mouth to get there. She just wished he wasn't praising complete brainwashing as if it was in any way the right thing to do. She sighed. Dying sucked, death she didn't know about, but did they have to use her in this way? It was her own damn fault for accepting defeat instead of.... Yeah there wasn't much she could do at that point! The biggest problem was that damn Ruckus! She could've at least driven them to kill her if not for that man's insane strength. Nearly silently she gave a silent sigh of gratitude that the speech came to an end. For a moment there she was worried he'd hit some kind of snag and would continue looping forever and ever.

@FallenTrinity@Demous
Abbigaill felt motion on either side of her as the men raised their weapons to slice off her head. Down the blades came, but instead of feeling the icy cold steel sink into her flesh she heard bodies land and other bodies hit the ground, hard. There was some commotion and Abbigaill opened her eyes to find two dead marines on the ground and two strangers standing besides her. She looked up into the eyes of a marine. They were familiar eyes. The mouth below them called her squirt. Which took the Rainbow fist way back. Her temple started to throb. "Who are you calling squirt, you tree of a woman! I bet everyone looks like a squirt from up there!" At which point Abbigaill remembered her situation and got to her feet. "Also, thanks for the save mysterious strange from my past, whom I'll give an honest effort at remembering!" The tiny red head turned her attention from the woman towards the man in the fancy looking jacket. She smiled up at him. "That's me. You can call me Abbigaill."

@Fenfeir She gave the man a nod before turning her attention to the nearest group of marines. They had their guns in hands. They didn't shoot though. Instead they all went down like bowling balls ordered in a nice straight line. Behind them, a new figure appeared, one with insanity in his eyes, who mentioned also needing a way out.

"Nice to have you, man." Abbigaill gave a short bow before taking stock of the situation. Most of their enemies had been caught off guard. There was some panic and desperate looking around for leadership, but everyone was starting to get their heads out of their rears. " As for getting out of here we're in a similar predicament so I say we get on that fast, quick, and in a hurry!"
"But first." Abbigaill the rainbow fist's eyes narrowed at the nearest threats, Ruckus, his right hand man, and the town's puppet with his own personal servants. "We need to take care of these guys or we're going to have a hard time getting to the docks." The tiny woman grinned. "Ruckus.." She cracked her knuckles as she started moving towards the edge of the 'stage.' "You got me last time, because I wasn't prepared. Don't think you're going to do that again."

Ruckus smiled back at the tiny woman. He raised his hand towards her and motioned for her to come at her. Effen took a few steps back. A shadow appeared over him. "Hmmm?" He looked up and screamed just as the spear came down on the group and exploded in a brilliant flash.
The redhead needed a blink's worth of time to process what just happened. When that was done she came to the conclusion that one never looked a gift horse in the mouth because those things liked to bite. "Well now that that's been taken care of let's get out of here!" A bullet whizzed past the woman, leaving a hot line of air hanging an inch away from her cheek. "I believe the docks were this way. Of course I was concussed while I was coming up here, but still. It beats waiting around here." In response to her words the marines, not caught in the blast, started firing at crowd. "Come on!" She called as best she could over the bullet barrage.
"Don't let them get away!" A calm, nearly serene voice spoke from the debris filled air. "Sir" a strange, echoic voice replied. Then there was a strange shrieking scream a split second before something big and dark rushed out in the direction of the pirates.
Effen survived the blast. Yes, the man was a puppet of the Old Marines, but he was a strong puppet, the kind that could take point blank blasts and keep on bossy his underlings around. The dust settled he turned his attention to his personal servants, both of which were unharmed in the blast, and standing at ramrod straight attention. "Lisa." His voice was ragged. "I want that damn bomberman and the rest of her ragtags brought right to me!" This was followed by a long coughing fit because Effen's lungs weren't like they used to be. "As for you Alex." He stopped to pat his chest and hopefully get his lungs to cooperate. "I'm done with this experiment. If the marines want to fix a population they can do it somewhere else. These blasted pirates aren't worth saving! Take a group of marines and find every single damn pirate on this island and slit their throats!" For a moment, Effen's subordinate's thought about protesting, but decided against. Each gave a short bow to the man before turning away to fulfill their duties.

@NoodlesLisa had seen her prey a few moments before the blast but didn't do anything on account of never once suspecting the woman would be foolish enough to attack her boss in broad daylight like she did. Well that was a mistake she wouldn't make again. "Bomberman!" Lisa shouted as she raced towards her prey. "Bomberman! My boss would like a word with you."

Eventually the air cleared revealing Effen with Ruckus by his side. "Damn pirates." He muttered. "Their going to ruin everything."

"Oh I don't know about that." Ruckus said. Effen jumped as he completely forgot the man was there, but managed to compose himself quickly enough. "The situation can still be taken care of without any of our superiors needing to be told. Honestly, I for one agree with the notion of simply slaughtering the pirates instead of winning them over. The project, as grand as it sounds on paper, has too many kinks." With that the captain turned and started walking away. "Kill them all. I'll make up something about the project being impossible due to unforeseen events."

"Oh yes!" Effen rubbed his hands together and nodded vigorously. "Thank you." He paused. "Uhm. Captain Ruckus, where are you heading?"

"The docks." Ruckus replied without turning back. "That's where every pirate will be heading to. I intend on stopping them, and if you'd like your future to be anything more than that of a cabin boy I suggest you stop them before I have to. That's the deal. Finish them without me and you'll get out of this scott free, require any more assistance from me, aside from my second in command helping you out, and I'll personally see you placed in front of a firing squad for gross negligence."

@BladeSS4"I!---" Effen called, but the captain didn't bother turning around to look at him. "Oh damn it." Effen sighed. His temples bulged with pressure and he rubbed them. "One damn bad day and I'm going to end up in front of a firing squad!" The man gritted his teeth and slammed his fist so hard into the ground it cracked. When he looked up he noticed a man, standing still, apparently unaffected by the chaos, smiling. Something about the look on the man's face jogged something in the back of Effen's mind. "Hey you!" The town's marine agent shouted. "Come here!" He didn't bother waiting for the guy to respond. He started moving right towards him.

@Stern AlgorithmCaptain Ruckus walked toward the docks for a few minutes, silent in thought before stopping. HIs eyes narrowed at a familiar looking form heading away from the carnage. The man's face cracked into a grin. It looked out of place there like a star inside a black hole. Without a word he increased his pace and quickly caught up with the man and his trunk. "Interesting turn of events." The captain said slowly, savoring the words. "Wouldn't you say so, Agent Hallelujah?"

[@malmshods]
The doctor smiles and gestures at a back alley." They'll be trying to stop us at every turn so let's convene at the one you came in on." Smirks devilishly and raises a flask as more soldiers start into the town center. He smashes the flask a giant plume of white ice fog filling the center of town as he walks towards the docks in the confusion removing the face face and glasses smiling like the devil .

'Wait was he talking to me?', Calder looks left then right he shrugs and walks up to the marine. Calder walks up to Effen and says, "What do you want Sir?" speaking as if he was a marine. Calder was a bard by trade and figured this situation was perfect to try to use his skills as one. What was a bard though? A person who makes music and tells stories? Or is there something more to it then just that. For Calder it was a bit of clever work, almost like a spy. He is able to get close to someone because of his profession as a bard and get information.

Calder knew this might be a bit dangerous but his reputation with the marines is only that he stole a guitar that has devil fruit powers. He wasn't very sure whether this marine would recognize him or not. Calder was hoping he could somehow help those pirates without actually looking like he was helping them. There was a few things he could think of that could help and getting behind the lines of the marines as a friend might just work. Calder was also preparing for this to go wrong as he was getting a hand closer to his bag wanting to grab one of his dials out of random and use it. He had three times of dials in his bag, an impact, breath and flame. If this confrontation went bad he planned on using which ever he grabs out of random.

Aka realized that Lisa was chasing after her. She did expect something like this to happen in one way or another, as she sent a few javelins in front of Lisa. Those javelins weren't meant to kill Lisa, but instead it is used to buy time for Aka to back away to a more favorable ground. Things weren't so fortunate for Aka, the street she was in is just a straight wide street with no place for her to ambush. The end of the street is the Harbour, which is pretty much a dead end to her considering that she is a mere street gang without any boats for stowaway.

Impossible, that guy is still alive? Aka hissed as she turned back to face her opponent. Its clear that the Marine Lisa isn't any pushover, and would have caught up to her by now. With her back facing near the harbour, Aka pulled out her javelin, holding it tight with her two hands, using it as a spear seeing that kiting Lisa isn't an option considering how she's faster than Aka. "I'm not Bomberman, I'm Aka ~" Aka smiled as she thrusted her javelin towards Lisa's heart, as a last stand attempt against the Marines. She was ready to fall at this place, and had no regrets to what she did. Yeahh, just blow up as much Marines as possible... ~

Captain Ruckus walked toward the docks for a few minutes, silent in thought before stopping. HIs eyes narrowed at a familiar looking form heading away from the carnage. The man's face cracked into a grin. It looked out of place there like a star inside a black hole. Without a word he increased his pace and quickly caught up with the man and his trunk. "Interesting turn of events." The captain said slowly, savoring the words. "Wouldn't you say so, Agent Hallelujah?"

For a moment, Handel stiffened, but it soon passed as he continued walking, picking up his pace ever-so-slightly. He turned to look at the voice that called him from behind and put on a fake smile of relief. "Captain Ruckus! Just the man I was looking for! Shame what happened in the town square, isn't it? A real shame, so many unruly pirates interrupting our ceremony. I figured, 'these pirates must be making towards the dock to secure themselves an escape,' so I came here as fast as I could, if only to slow them down with what little strength I have. But it appears great minds think alike; and now that you're here, those pirates haven't a chance! Tell me the game plan, and I'll follow it to-the-letter."

He doubted this little ploy would actually work; Handel's desertion may not be known by all marines, but Ruckus probably knew. Handel's best hope was for the escaping pirates to show up, they'd have to fight Ruckus to get off the island, which should distract him long enough for Handel to make his own escape.

@Fenfeir
Abbigaill paused to look back at the man with the strange smile on his face. "Uh. You mean the marine ship?" She blinked and looked around. "We could do that. I mean, a ship is a ship, right? Long as it moves across the seas I'll take anything." It was tempting to say more, maybe make a joke or two, but bullets started flying behind them. Which was one thing, but the loud, buzzing sound moving towards them was even more concerning.

@BladeSS4
Effen paused as the man he called walked up to him and questioned what it was he wanted. "What do I want?" The marine's puppet crossed his arms and shook his head. "For starters, what I want, is for the common man such as yourself to stop acting like every marine in the world is someone to be defensive against. As for why I called you over." He paused and leaned forward to get a better look at the man. There was something familiar about the figure but he couldn't put his mind on it. "You aren't from around here. So what I want is a name and a reason for what you're doing here in Shell town."

@Noodles
Lisa's eyes narrowed at the woman's sudden change in direction. There was a moment's hesitation behind her eyes where things flashed and possibilities danced like anxious old folks at a conga line. She wasn't a fool. One couldn't get as far as she was if being a fool. Of course, she didn't slow down as she moved and by the time she realized what was going to happen, it was too late and the javelin was thrusting forwards towards her chest. The sharp end went through, with no problems, but there wasn't any blood.

"Close." Lisa said, jumping back before her target could cause an explosion. "But not close enough." Without waiting for a response from her target, Aka's opponent's made a fist and her hand, followed by her arm shot forward as if on a spring.

@Stern Algorithm
Ruckus stepped up to the man he was addressing and put his arms behind his back as he waited for the former marine to finish his lines. Once it became apparent that the man had completely what he had to said the marine captain grunted and shook his head. "Great minds indeed. It's insulating for a traitor like you to claim us having anything in common what so ever." He smiled. "Now, normally I'd prefer to kill you were you stand, but the world government is in a kick these days. They want public executions and a lot of them. So if you surrender now and come quietly I can guarantee you a few extra days of life as your shipped off in a boat to whatever little piece of land they want to try this on next." He shrugged. "Or you can resist. It really doesn't make much difference to me. Personally I prefer you resist." The larger man's eyes narrowed. "It would really help me to relieve this aggression I've built up over that botched job you did before running like a dog."