The Greatest Escape (Hoshi Pirates)

[Kurosaki]

The Hoshi pirates were in a perilous situation but what was the worst part of it all was that most of them didn't even know what was going on. A good majority of the Hoshi pirates were unconscious and the two that weren't had been too weak to escape the Marines that had suddenly swooped down upon them. At least, not yet. There was still hope for them, wasn't there?"Don't jostle Scruffy," said the old janitor as Marines, backed up by their partners that held the swordsmen at gunpoint, cuffed him and then pushed him roughly forward to get him to move. The old man looked so frail and harmless that the Marines hadn't even put the cuffs on very tightly and the shove that they had given him was fairly light. "Scruffy doesn't like to be jostled. He can walk on his own."

The Marines talked to themselves excitedly, thrilled that they had managed to nab the Hoshi Pirates which were worth around 80,000,000 beri from their last bounty posters rises plus the bounty of Estelle made that total close to 124,000,000. Their superiors would be happy with their performance indeed.

Kane slumped forward as a Marine grabbed him up with both arms, lifting the Hoshi Captain as though he were nothing. The rest of the unconscious were handled the same way as though they were rag dolls and they were hauled to the waiting Marine ship just offshore.

Now, it does not take long for word to spread about something as important and life changing for the citizens of Treegap as that day was. During the entire battle a smaller man had stumbled across the scene, ducked low to observe and had been shocked from what he had seen. The pirates that had just landed had actually been after the Lumberjacks and had defeated them? What their motivation was didn't seem to matter. As the news of this spread like wildfire from mouth to mouth, tree to tree on the Island of Treegap the citizens seemed to be in unanimous agreement that the Hoshi pirates had been their saviors.

The Marines, already hated by the people of Treegap for their inaction with the Lumberjacks found themselves facing the scorn of all those people yet again but in full force when they learned that their saviors had been arrested. Eventually Marine forces in that area had to sail away from the Island a little ways and call on a Den Den Mushi for assistance to come help them get control back of the Island. They feared that if they left that anarchy would crop up and they would never get the Island back from the people again.

That meant that the Hoshi pirates were positioned in the brig of the ship while the vessel waited for those reinforcements. The medic only attended to their immediate life threatening injuries but other than that he barely patched them up. Those that were unconscious probably did not wake up during this because it was a short session. Those that were awake he did while Marines guarded to make sure he wasn't attacked.

Kane's pulse was luckily still very strong and he continued to breathe despite his unconscious state. He was replaced in his small jail cell once the Doctor was done and allowed to sleep on a very hard, rock-like pillow. He woke up hours and hours later disoriented and unsure exactly where he was, what he was doing there and how he had gotten there. He started to stand up, felt dizzy and sat back down on his very uncomfortable bed that consisted of a mattress with springs literally popping out in places. He looked around to get a bit of a feel for where he was only to see bars everywhere he looked. He blinked a few times and continued to stare, looking still very disoriented.

"Oh, bad dream," he mumbled with a smile and a wave of his hand that showed dismissal before he passed back out on the bed.

[flame08]

((OOC: just a note to those reading, nothing that i mentioned is going to turn up this thread, its more of just set-up for me for future threads))

Cold, ice cold the feeling of the frozen cold water of the ocean washed over the face of Frien Holon as he was forcibly awakened from his sleep. He awoke spluttering and gasping, his vision was still blurry from the water washing over his face. His whole body was sore, from head to toe, but why? Slowly everything was coming back to him, the battle with Wardus, the marines finding him . . . and that odd group of pirates from earlier. Yeah, that was right he had been defeated by Wardus, but wait then where was he. How was he still alive, there is no way Wardus would have let him live, so then Wardus was defeated? Perhaps but then why was he so sore, and why were there . . . cuffs on his hands. Kairouseki at that, wait . . . then there was only one answer . . . oh boy this was bad. His eyes began to unblur and the insignia in front of him confirmed his fears. He was in the custody of the marines, he was not in a cell however. Not at the moment, he was in a room, he recognized it, it was a questioning room much like he had taken pirates into way back when.

In a weak voice he was able to make the words "I didn't know the marines had fallen so far as waterboarding . . . ". He felt a slap on the back of his head and a familiar voice spoke to him from behind, "Yeah well, I didn't know you had become a traitor to the cause of justice. So we'll call it even." Frien's eyes sparked, he knew that voice, rotating his head as far as he could in his restraints he found himself eye to eye with an old comrade. Frien laughed slightly "Finally made it into the Commisioned Officers Corps Jack?" The disgruntled man shook his head "Oh shut up! Your sister is coming to pick you up, shes very disappointed I should have you know." Wait what . . . his sister? Oh god this was bad . . . but she wasn't stationed anywhere near here. Why weren't those people coming to get him, he knew very well that they had wanted him back for a while. So many thoughts, so many problems had just popped up into his head, oh this was very bad, very very bad. Why did it have to be the marines? Frien sighed "Well what now, you going to question me? Ask me what I was doing here? I'll have you know I won't be letting out a word." The man stood up walking around in front of Frien, shaking his head once more. "I knew with your personality you wouldn't do it. Come on . . ." he grabbed Frien by the shirt and lifted him off the chair he had been restrained behind, "Back to the cell with you . . ."

As he was dragged to the brig of the ship he listened intently, ignoring the stares of disbelief from his once fellow marines. In passing of one particular room he was able to make out the words "PAX" and "Captain", ooh that sounded bad as well. Well this just couldn't get any worse Frien thought as he was thrown back into the brig. He cursed in his head, such misfortune to befall him, well then this situation could get truly dangerous. Hopefully the two groups he had heard earlier were not anywhere close as of yet, otherwise the situation could get quite . .. destructive.

He looked around, recognizing many of the different pirates he had met earlier on Treegap. The captain kid, the sniper, the old guy, as well as the two girls from much earlier. So they had all been captured, many of them seemed to have Kairouseki cuffs, and most of all they were basically all asleep. Well they didn't really have much of a choice, resting his head back on the wall of the brig he closed his eyes and tried to pass out and forget the troubles that were coming his way. Boy this was a mess.

[shisha]

She breathed a long sigh, a long discontented sigh of mixed feelings. Her opinon on the World Governments Marine Forces had been lowered down a great deal, after their rather cowardly capture of not just herself, but the other Hoshi Pirates aswell. True when they had arrived to attempt capture of her person, the ex bounty hunter had tried to fend them off. But with the shoulder injury making her aim as reliable as an oven made of ice, it didn't turn out too well. As she thought back to the fight previously she looked over at her shoulder, noticing that the pain from before had all but left it. Still a small lingering sensation of pain when she moved it too quickly, but nowhere near as painful as the old bullet wound seeping blood and foul curses spilling from her mouth. As she sat there, back resting up against the bars behind her, the fact that her injury had been partly treated by the Marines escaped her. Realising that her head, was uncovered. The Helmet that had been hiding her face from the World Government for so long, was no longer doing so. No doubt in a seperate room, along with the rest of her gear.

Again she sighed, looking down at her cuffed hands and feet. The weight of the Shackles, not to mention the slightly off colour could only mean one thing. Obviously they had known most of the Hoshi's had Devils Fruit powers, so had brought the Kairoseki shackles into play. Of course for Shisha, this meant nothing at all, since the materials unique properties did not effect her rather attractive body in the slightest. Raising her hands up to her face she swept aside the hair hanging in front of her face, noting that for some reason, the clothes she had on under her armour of sorts, wasn't on her person. Instead she was wearing what could be called a one piece jumpsuit, with a large zipper down the middle of the chest and torso. Her identity was obviously known to the Marines now, which was an especially devestating blow to not just her pride, but the Desert Punk name itself. Throughout her fathers time as the last Punk, his face was never seen by the law of the land, or sea. Yet here sat his daughter, having been disrobed and locked in a dark somewhat smelling cell on a Marine vessel.

Looking around she spotted the other Hoshi's, some still not awake, some talking. For her though she'd been awake for a good while now. Simply thinking things through instead of panicing or questioning the situation. After all she had been in situations like this before, only with her attire still on her frame, not in a box somewhere nearby. As marines walked by like circling vultures she went about looking for something to use as a lock pick, scratching her fingers against the floor itself. Doing so she checked on her Captain who seemed to be the only one still awake, or had been. He had apparently given up, falling back onto the bed. His timing was errie as a familiar person was thrown into their cell. Someone she instantly remebered as Frien. For a breif moment she wondered why he had been removed or added to the cell, but such thoughts were for later. Her scratching fingers managed to dislodge a small piece of timber from the floor, flexing her fingers around it hoping it was strong enough to act as a tool. Sadly, it snapped. The noise alerting a Marine who knelt down to her level, tapping on the bars.

Defeated she shuffled back away from him, smiling at him as he walked away. His glancing at her shuffling though had presented a chance of escape much later. But it would require some "Arrangement" to be a viable coruse of action. For now though, all she could do was hint towards her Apparent intentions, towards the marine that is. He had stayed to keep watch on her, probably for duty reasons, maybe not. Regardless Shisha took the chance to shift her seated positon, lifting her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees to keep them there. With that jumpsuit, the rear area of it and her thighs became rather tight, it was a simple gamble, one that usually worked. As Kane gave up, she carried on her plan of action, biting her bottom lip softly, playfully, moving her hair aside of her face....

[Mikan]

"No, ow! Stop you quack doctor! Stop it!"

"Shigan! Shigan! Shigan!"

While her attacker continued, she noticed after a few seconds of this scenario that it didn't hurt. She opened her eyes to see a huge copy of Dr. Beat's ghostly face. This ghostly face hovered above her face and all she could do was scream. She tried to punch this airy gigantic head but noticed that she can't use her hands. It was tied down. Looking down, she recognized her own plants tying her down making her unable to move. She tried controlling these plants that tied her down but she soon learned that she can't as the plants started to slither its way on her arm wrapping itself tighter and tighter. While she struggled to break free, the ghostly face started to envelop her and she started to scream.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Mikan woke up screaming out loud into the darkness. Then quickly, she put her open palms on her mouth as she recognized that she was in an unfamiliar territory. She had to tell herself to calm down again and again repeating that Dr. Beat, her enemy from Treegap, is gone. Speaking of Treegap, she wondered where her new found friend was - Estelle, her crew mate, and where she was. After a couple of seconds, one of her questions were answered as she saw Shisha in her lady form. She moved her hands to say hi but found it bound by cuffs.

"What the-?" she whispered to herself.

At that moment, the reality of her situation sunk in and she was left feeling overwhelmed. Tons of questions suddenly popped up such as where were the marines, what happened in Treegap, and who checked up on her crew mates about their physical conditions. She was the doctor of the Hoshi Pirates and thanks to her selfish streak, she only thought bad things to the doctor who had looked out for them even if the intention is good.

Sighing, she looked around to see Kane. Was he sleeping? She didn't know and she didn't want to bother him especially failing her duty as the doctor of the crew. Then, she noticed the janitor and Frien. Likewise, she didn't want to bother them. She wondered where Estelle was and what happened when she was hit by her heat waves. She had speculated that she would be healed from her devil fruit condition, but she wasn't so sure especially when she had sea-stone cuffs on. Well, she assumed it was sea-stone cuffs for it sounded nice to her that she can't use her devil fruit powers because of the cuffs not because of her inability to control it.

Anyway, she started to crawl towards Shisha who was some feet away from her. She was halfway to her when she noticed bars stopping her from going further. She sadly stopped crawling, and instead sat down in front of it. Whispering quietly, she called out to Shisha.

"Hey. What happened? When did the marines get us? I think I passed out"

She stopped awkwardly to look away and continued on to apologize for her incompetence. She felt like apologizing for being weak to someone. It was a way to cope with her pride especially when she should be one of the powerful people in the crew because of her devil fruits. She looked up to Shisha waiting for her response to her questions.

[Die]

The voices. It started as a single faint whisper, a faint wisp of smoke. But gradually more of them appeared, until it was an endless cycle of whispers. More unidentifiable figures appeared. Slowly they grew in volume, until they became a deafening cacophony of howls, shrieks, and cackles. They continued to increase to the point where her eardrums felt like bursting.

And that was when it all stopped. The amorphous, wisp-like figures floated away and dissipated. Estelle found herself staring at a mirror image, or what appeared to be at first glance. But this one had a certain...vibe about her. It was obvious that this was no mirror image. Estelle was on her hands and knees, recovering from that infernal din, only to find herself looking up at someone who looked just like her. Her "aura" was thick with blood and ash. Her hair hung over in front of her eyes, obscuring them. The corners of her mouth were drawn back, manifesting a sinister grin. She bent over in the oddest position, almost eye-to-eye with Estelle. She pulled herself back, surprised at the girl's sudden movement. But just as sudden was her hand, which shot out towards her and wrapped itself around her throat. Estelle gurgled as her hand tightened, struggling for air. The girl turned, and slammed Estelle against an unseen wall, and drew her face near. Before her vision faded to black, she caught a glimpse of her eyes, which were wide open and added an even more unsettling air to her grin. And just like that, she was out, but not before hearing her words followed by maniacal laughter.

"S'my turn to run the show now, baby!"

She awoke on her side in the corner of the Marine battleship, in her own cell separate from the others. It was difficult to see with her draped over her face, but she could make out some unfamiliar faces: a boy with red hair, two old men, a purple-haired girl, and a blonde who was apparently wondering where she went before trying to talk with the purple-haired one. Looking ahead, she could see that her wrists were bound together in kairouseki handcuffs. She slowly rose up, sitting with her back against the wood wall in a manner that did not attract any attention.

The girl reached towards her left ear, slowly pulling out what looked like an ear piercing. She brought it down towards her mouth, and clamped onto one end with her teeth, and started digging into the keyhole of the cuffs with it. The malleable metal pin would unlock her cuffs shortly. The Marine who was tapping the bars on Shisha's cell heard the distinct metal jingling of the pin hitting the tumble pins of the cuffs and walked over to the front of hers. Seeing as how her hair was still draped over her face, he couldn't see that she was picking her cuffs, "Oi oi. And what do you think you're doing? Trying to chew your way through those kairouseki cuffs isn't going to work, y'know."

The clattering of unlocked kairouseki cuffs was all he needed to see. He quickly pointed a pistol at the girl. "What do you think you're doing? Put your hands up so I can cuff you again," he said. "Try anything funny, and this round is going in your he-" The Marine was silenced forever as the pin flew through the air, through his carotid artery, and embedded itself in the wall next to Mikan, and along with it, strips of blood vessel and flesh. In the current shape it was in, it was an ideal makeshift key to all of their kairouseki handcuffs. As the pin pierced the Marine's artery, he fired a shot, that missed and blew a chunk out of the wall behind her.

The girl stood up as the incident alerted several more Marines, who rushed into the brig to ascertain the situation. Coming across the bled out body of the first Marine, it was pretty obvious as to who the culprit was as she was the only one without any cuffs on. Each one of them aimed a rifle at her, shouting all at once. Something about putting her hands up and getting on her knees. The wide grin on her face let them know she had no plans on doing such. She aimed her left arm out at them, but instead of a flat palm, her hand was in a position that suggested she was holding onto something.

In the cargo hold of the ship, the sound of intensely rattling chains filled the air as Freya struggled against its restraints. The halberd had manifested the telltale cone rocket exhaust plumes. Its master was calling for it. Eventually the chains gave up, snapping violently as the large weapon hovered in the air before re-orienting itself horizontally, spinning quickly as it flew for the brig. The walls in front of it burst as it came rocketing through, cutting through the three Marines as well as the metal bars of her cell, coming to rest in the grip of her left hand.

She had reclaimed Freya.

The girl swung the halberd, cutting through the bars again and allowing her to step out of her cell. "Eheh...heh...heh...heh...heh...heh..." came the girl's sinister chuckle. By now the alarms were raised, prompting the Marine fleet into full alert as one of their most dangerous prisoners escaped. The other prisoners were low on her list of priorities, seeing as she didn't know them, but she didn't care. Another two swings of her weapon, and the bars to their cells were cut asunder, freeing them as well, provided they could use the pin she left behind to rid them of their cuffs. As for the crimson-haired girl. Her sinister chuckle grew more rapid as she broke out into an insane giggling fit. Aiming a right palm straight above her, she blasted a hole through the ceiling with a strong, superheated jet of air. In such close quarters, the heat would have made conditions inside the brig nigh unbearable for the others for a split second before the blast shattered the ceiling. Smoker, splinters, and debris shrouded the room above. The strength of the blast blew another hole straight through ceiling of the floor above and to the deck of the ship. The unfortunate souls caught in the blast were either reduced to black carbon husks by the intense heat or blown away by the sheer concussive force. The girl leaped up as more jets of superheated air formed on her body, providing an intense and sudden acceleration that rocketed her up out of the ship and into the air.

Reagan was her name, and she was now free.

[Kurosaki]

A gun shot went off, the retort falling on the ears of those on board the Marine vessel like a loud mini explosion.

"WHAT, WHO, WHERE?!"

The shot had reawakened the sleepy Captain and caused him to pop up suddenly from his uncomfortable mattress, look around like a stunned meerkat (though he didn't register much in doing so) and then start running. Which was awkward since his hands were cuffed in back of him. He ended up running smack dab into the bars of the jail cell, fell over onto his rear and sat there stunned until he tried to rub his aching nose only to find out he couldn't. He rolled around a little, trying to free his arms only to realize that he couldn't.

"What's going on? Why can't I move my hands?" he questioned before noticing the rest of his crew handcuffed and behind bars. "How the heck did you guys get captured!?" Of course, he asked this as if he himself wasn't part of the group of those arrested. He blinked and then his blue eyes widened in understanding as he came fully awake. It was like crashing into a wall. "Oh...."

Loud noises followed Kane's realization. Things were happening so fast that he only made out that Marines were shouting loudly. That much was obvious. Which meant that someone was out and about. Or something. He did a quick head count of his crew and realized that it was none of them and breathed a sigh of relief because that meant that none of them were in the line of fire. But there was then the pesky issue of escape

Suddenly the walls began to burst from something, causing Kane to fall to his knees to escape rubble and getting hit by whatever it was. He shouted for the rest of his crew to get down as well but wasn't sure if his voice would carry out over the chaos. Alarms began to go off, alerting the Marines to the chaos in the brig. But that didn't stop whoever it was as they went, swinging a large weapon, past their cells and cutting the bars straight through. Kane was lucky enough not to get sliced as well and realized with a shocked look, that the woman looked familiar. Who was it? And why the heck would he know someone so off their rocker?

Then it dawned on him with horror. That crazy woman swinging the weapon around was the woman that had landed on the beach and had been rushed to Doctor Beat's place. She was giggling insanely, her features distorted with an insane grin, but he still recognized her. What the heck was going on? What had made her snap so suddenly? She had seemed like such a nice person when they had first met.

Well, either they could use her insane attacking spree to their advantage or sit around and get captured again and Kane was not about to do the later. Instead, he decided to fight back. Which was not easy at all with his hands cuffed behind him. Well, he decided to fight back with his back for now. He ran over to the bed he had been sleeping on a moment prior, grabbed the pillow as he approached it back first, and ran out of the now destroyed cell. He swung around and let it fly. The pillow struck a Marine right in the face and knocked him out (hard as stone, remember?).

He then proceeded to kick another Marine into a second one, effectively knocking them both unconscious as they collided into a wall and slumped down. He kneed another in the groin as he attempted to rush the Hoshi Captain and incapacitate him. Another took aim and tried to fire but realized there were Marines fighting Estelle behind Kane and that he couldn't fire without potentially hitting them and so Kane tripped him and kicked him in the face, kicking the rifle away and toward Shisha.

Suddenly the area became very hot and uncomfortable. Kane could feel the temperature difference though he himself wasn't that adversely affected. Luckily for the others though, it only lasted a split second.

Confused, he looked up to see a giant hole in the ceiling but he didn't have time to stare. He had to keep on the move. He stepped on a Marines foot, causing him to scream. Grinning, the Pirate Captain then headbutted the man. He fell down with a jingle.

Raising an eyebrow and in the clear because most of the Marines were yelling and freaking out about what had just happened with Estelle, Kane squatted down and put his back to the Marine, using the palms of his hands to roll him over. He turned around and realized that his hard work had paid off. There, hooked to the man's pants, was a ring of keys. A very large ring of keys. With... Easily over 50 keys on that ring.

His face fell.

[Armani]

"Don’t jostle Scruffy. Scruffy doesn't like to be jostled. He can walk on his own."

His humble feet shuffled slowly across the deck and pathways of the Marine’s vessel Virtuous. Feet that made even the most patient soldiers toe the very boundaries of their tolerance. It was his own quiet way of defiance to make men who had the impudence to arrest an elderly janitor like himself and take away the only things he held of value in the world. Of course, these men were purveyors of peace and justice and even if they didn’t have the manners to let an old man take his time in moving, they understood that they would have to carry him themselves if they wanted him to get to his cell faster. Thusly, no amount of pushing and prodding was going to make this stubborn old dog get a move on. After all, he had no master to obey. Certainly not disrespectful, young men.

The Virtuous was massive. Certainly not as large as the Gran Steel Flotilla, but there was no doubt about the size in comparison with much of the rest of the fleet. It had definitely been large enough to incarcerate a whole slew of lumberjacks and a small band of pirates with relative ease and plenty room for more. But to this janitor, the size wasn’t the only thing that had been worthy of note. It seemed that its steel and wooden halls, decks and even ceilings managed sparkle and shine, despite the large size of a crew necessary to maintain the vessel. The white of the walls shone brilliantly, like the colors themselves were the source of light in the rooms and halls. The wood flooring was varnished and lacquered with such perfection that Scruffy himself wanted to try and eat off it.

CLANK!

Even the bars of a prison made no creaks and glistened black like pure onyx.

And there he was, a prisoner once again. At least time he had company. As the bars rang shut Scruffy silently sat on a bench not far from the crew that had ironically rescued him from his last captive predicament from Mad Jack and the Deck of Cards. The Hoshi Pirates. An interesting group of young people who, for whatever reason, had decided to band together under the Jolly Roger of the fiery haired, “Star Earring”. Couldn’t say that Scruffy could find rhyme or reason to their personalities being attracted to each other so much that they could actually roam the sea together, but however they did it, they managed.

”Looks like Fate has made Scruffy a prisoner.” He spoke up in a dull and apathetic raspy voice, as he looked around to see the defeated, searching or resting faces of the crew. As he did he let out a heavy sigh and finished his thought. ”…Again. Feels like he just got out of bars.”

Despite his boring tone however, there was a fire stirring inside of Scruffy. One that seemed to have been lit recently as of late and one that seemed to feed off of these young people around him.

” "Eheh...heh...heh...heh...heh...heh..."

Many things happened in a short amount of time before he even had a moment to complete his thoughts. Most notably the young, Bilkan lady having dropped all facades of rationality and bringing the cell down in a rush of heat and blade. Her abilities, noted earlier by the old man as having some sort of heat induced flare, suddenly become much more clear as a means of propulsion exhibited itself about her body and threatened to burn anyone in its path to a well done charred husk; an unfortunate fate for those above as she made a hole in their ceiling like she was cutting through dough.

The bars were down and the alarms now resonated through the corridors and alerted every single Marine to the brutal and conspicuous escape attempt. A man of opportunity, the janitor wasted little time after the young lady had freed herself and allowed for the rest of the Hoshi’s subsequent escape. Not even waiting for the now awake Captain to search for keys from a newly downed soldier, Scruffy let himself out over the bars slowly but purposefully. In fact, his escape was so seemingly unhurried and gradual that he probably made those watching wonder if he truly cared if he made it out or not.

”Scruffy’s out.” He stated to nobody in particulary.

“OI! OI! GET BACK IN THERE OLD MAN!”

“YEAH, YOU CAN’T LEAVE! THAT’S AGAINST THE LAW!”

Two average looking, young men came barreling down the corridor with blades in hand, ready to quell any escape attempts by themselves. As they shouted to a still handcuffed Scruffy, he turned his back on them and began shuffling of in the other direction, unconcerned for the sharp part of their blades that would effortlessly catch up to him and potentially try to cut him down. But he continued walking away from them.

He was unafraid. Or perhaps it was senility. One could never tell with the elderly.

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Oi! Everything is moving so fast right out of the gate! I hope I can keep up

------Meanwhile, back on the Island of Treegap------

"Hmmm...Kurosaki. Why'd you have to go and disappoint me like that." A young, blonde haired, man with a ponytail sat on a wooden chair with only two of its legs balancing him up, alone with only the shadows of a now abandoned lumber mill to keep him company. On him he wore a gray vest and in as he moved his arm, a bit of light caught the metallic sheen of a cyborg prosthetic. “I mean, the guy was a midget compared to you.” He flung his other arm, one of flesh and bone, in the air flippantly at the statement. “You really aren’t the guy I hoped you were, Kurosaki, and now you’re gonna be incarcerated in Impel Down with the rest of those potentials.” His feet rested carelessly on a finely crafted, wooden desk labeled to be the owner of the Lumberjacks. “Guess your faith just wasn’t strong enough. Bah! Oh well. I never like muscle heads anyway.”

Suddenly, his metallic arm shot its wrist and latched against the edge of the table, imbedding its fingers into the side of the wood that refused to let go. A tether, attached to the wrist pulled him up from his leaning position and put him upright as the other two legs of the chairs echoed in the empty mill after they slammed against the floor. The sound of metal latching and his other hand pounding the table followed the chair legs in echoes and only served to confirm he was now in an empty building.

“I suppose the Father won’t be pleased to hear that his lumber shipment was also confiscated by the Marines.” He brought himself to his feet and began walking away. Heading towards the shadowed exit of the mill, the back of his hand caught the last bit of light it could before leaving it completely till he would exit the lumber mill. On the it, an Ouroboros snake tattoo sat proudly before losing its light to shade once again. “I’ll just get on of the cleaning staff to tell him.”

[flame08]

A breeze cut right above Frien's head causing him to wake from his sleep only to see a few strands of his hair gently fall down in front of him. His eyes opened lazily, his vision was still kind of blurry but he could make out the outline of a young lady with red hair seeming to fly out of the brig wielding a giant halberd of sorts. She looked oddly familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it, especially not in his half awake form. Blinking a few times Frien slowly cleared the gunk out of his eye clearing his vision to the chaos that was ensuing down in the brig as marines rushed in. Members of the Hoshi pirates dashed among them fighting them off running and what not, perhaps he should throw himself in with their lot. He especially didn't want to be here when his sister or the PAX sub-division got here. He wasn't yet sure which one he'd want to run away from more. His sister thinking he was a pirate was pretty bad . . . her anger could possibly put him in worse shape than what had happened with the PAX Division, though perhaps that was highly unlikely. The mental damage he had taken from PAX was pretty enormous . . . oh what the hell. Either way it was a scary think to wait for. Perhaps he should help them out, they needed his ship anyways didn't they?

Staring around he noticed his bars were cut open, so that was what the breeze was . . . no one it chopped so cleanly through his hair. He was still cuffed, so no Devil Fruit powers for him . . . yet his tail was still there. This mutation went pretty far, he sighed. It was the one thing that never seemed to go away, which annoyed him immensely at some points. His hands were cuffed behind his back which made this fairly difficult but no matter. Nothing a martial artist like him couldn't overcome ehh. Now . . . what should he do . . . with his hands cuffed behind his back he might be able to fight a few marines, but the ones with guns would probably get him easily. He needed his hands to maneuver without devil fruit powers. He was working with three limbs . .. perhaps this would work . . .perhaps not. Staring around he looked for anyone who was in need of help, the captain was staring at a large ring of keys dumbstruck. Frien sighed . . . he'd be no help for a while most likely. Then he noticed coming down the aisle was an old man who should've been running like mad, behind him marines were lunging forward to try to run him through. Timing would be key, he'd need to most likely knock one of them out immediately so he could take on the others. He was still injured so he couldn't fight to the best of his ability and he didn't want to incur any more damage upon himself.

Scruffy passed by his cell and there following him only a few steps behind were the marines. Squatting in his position Frien launched himself head first through the cut bars barreling into the first marine. "Yo! Scruffy right? I'm here to lend a little aid!" Frien recovered to a standing position facing off against a few more marines with swords. Chhh, it was annoying having his hands tied behind his back. Well that was never a problem for the monkey kung fu artist, his weapon was his body! Besides he had two feet and a prehensile tail, that was all he needed. Dropping down on one foot he did a leg sweep using his tail for extra balance. That was somewhat effective knocking down the foremost marine because he couldn't back off with the pressure of marines behind him. But soon enough the marines were on him again, lacking his hands was really annoying!

Arrgghhhh, he didn't want to have to do this, starting a somersault he stopped with his head on the ground and kicked off the edge of one of the cells to begin spinning. Like a top with his feet slightly angled so as not to crash into the cell walls he spun pushing himself forward kicking marine after marine in a whirling typhoon of feet. The pressure on his scalp was massive, he was unsure whether his prized bandanna would rip off. "OOORAAHHHHHH" he roared with all his strength as he spun through his enemies. Until one of his feet hit the edge of a cell, catapulting him off his head and into the wall of a cell. The hit knocked the breath out of him instantly. And it took him a second to gain it back. But in that time the marines were on him, even if he had only blacked out a second it was enough time for him to re-open his eyes to the points of guns at his face.

"Don't underestimate A FORMER CAPTAIN OF THE MARINES" Frien yelled, using his hands to grab onto the cell bars and lift himself in the air on his wrist strength he swung his legs up kicking the guns into the air before swinging them outwards to knock the marines away.

This was Frien, a stubborn defiant fighter till the end.

[shisha]

For a moment the Ex bounty hunter had the chance to rest her eyes, tired from not just exsaughtion, but from the low light levels in the holding area. It had been awhile now, her being one of the only other Hoshi pirates who'd woken up, or had stayed awake this long. Yet just as she was about to copy Kanes actions and take a rest, sleep as it were, thankfully a familiar face stirred her back to the land of the mobile. Mikan. With a slight smile she looked up and brushed her hair out of her line of sight, happy to see the Flower child herself for the first time in, well, a long time. She glanced over at the Marine she was tempting previously, tapping the bars absentmindedly, she looked back in Mikan's direction. But as the flower power asked her question, Shisha was at a loss for words. Since she couldn't really say. Obviously they had been captured by the World Governments forces, but aside from that she had nothing to tell. No clue to their destination or location either.

However before she could really respond in kind, her Marine friend of sorts, who had been tempted terribly by her, started to walk away. For a moment Shisha watched him like a hawk, him and the cell door. This could be her chance of escape. She watched as the Marine conversed with the woman nearby who gave the Ex bounty hunter a strange feeling. As if she'd seen her somewhere before, but couldnt quite place where or when. As she watched her adventerous instincts began flashing in her head, like some kind of Sense, prehaps akin to a Spider maybe. Almost a split second after her "Spider Sense", her fears became reality. A small metal object flew through the air impacting next to Mikan and judging from the mess it had carried in its wake, plus the noises the marine made, it must have gone through his body somewhere. Once the shot was fired she shuffled forwards towards the bars, waiting for her chance, like a cat wating to pounce on an unsuspecting bird or mouse.

Not the best place to sit waiting as it turned out, the woman who had killed said marine was obviously powerful, as she watched her hands began their work on the cuffs on her wrists, using the skill that in retrospect someone of her beauty and background should never really have learned in the first place. In a matter of moments the bars to the cell came crashing down around her, sliced clean through by the womans rather large close quarter weapon. Her admeration for such Skill aside, Shisha had more pressing matters. A Marine had run into the room to help deal with the comotion, the other Hoshi's seemed to be unaware of his presence as he aimed his weapon at the group. Quick as a flash Shisha pushed her leg through the remaining bars of the cell closest to him, striking his ankle with her foot. Down he fell onto his knee for a moment, only to have the Ex Bounty hunters thighs and legs clamp around his neck from behind. Despite being in a position most men would dream of, only with a slight difference didnt matter much as with a quick move of her legs to the side, his head fell limp, along with the rest of his body.

Clear for the moment she went about picking her shackles, soon dropping from her wrists onto the floor with a loud thud. Kairoseki, sometimes she forgot how heavy it could be. Valuable too. Upon gazing at the shackled laying on the floor she remembered something and quickly reattached the shackles to her wrists. All be it not locked, almost like wristbands. After all with her one piece Jumpsuit she couldn't store them away at all, as such an action would show a very distinct buldge under her clothing. Hands now free it happened almost on Que, her Captain sliding a Rifle over in her direction. Without Hesitation she grabbed it, mentally groaning in her head over the inferior projectile weapon she now held. True she would use it, but her first priority was to reclaim her Fathers Shotgun from the Marines. So much so that in the confusion she stood up and looked over at her Captian Kane and waved. She knew in her heart that he understood the gesture, she had to get back what was taken from her and quickly.

Through the splintered hull and panicing Marines she ran, around corners and through doorways, into the bowels of the ship. A pointless effort really considering she had no idea where her gear was being held, neither did she have any clue to the layout of the ship itself. For all she knew, her sprinting was leading her in the worst possible direction. Yet still she ran, eventually coming to a door slightly open, the sound of many scrambling and talking People behind it. Against the wooden wall her back did lay, rifle clutched close to her chest, her ears listening carefully to the sounds nearby. She could hear the arming of weapons, the dawning of clothes and even the odd pant from heavy breathing. Tightening her grip on the weapon, she placed her foot on the door and pushed, flinging it open suddenly. Before they could do much of anything the ex Bounty hunter fired shot after well placed shot into each, striking the kneecaps of each. True killing them would have been quicker, but not as satisfying.

There on the table lay her attire, or what was left of it at least. Broken, unscrewed and just plain Disassembled. Even at a glance she knew repairing it would take a great deal of time. Time she of course had none of. Although it did help comfirm her decison, for awhile she had pondered over the construction of a new suit, to match her apperence. Grabbing her weapon she took a moment to say her goodbyes to the suit, before hurrying back up through the ship.

[Mikan]

As soon as she raised her head to find out what Shisha had to say to all her questions, she heard the clinking and clanking of heavy metal gear across her room. Right next to Shisha's jail cell. She focused all her attention to a woman trying to bite her cuffs off. As soon as the other cuff fell into the ground, she had noticed that it was Estelle - her newly found friend who helped her stop Dr. Beat. She smiled wide as energy pumped inside her obviously excited to see her. She held in her breath so that she can call her out but was stopped by a marine officer walking in front of her face and in front of Estelle's jail cell. There, he met his end with a last gunshot that propelled in a direction that Mikan does not know. She had no choice but to see all this happen. Estelle took the cuffs off herself with a self-made key that was made to kill the marine. She whimpered to herself as the sharp object struck itself into the wall near Mikan. It was a few seconds before she actually took this self-made key because she was shivering in fear. It was not the calm forgotten Estelle - it was another woman with her face on her. Whatever she is, Mikan knew inside her that it would be bad to confront her. She snapped out of this fear and struggled in taking this key which she found out was no use for her because she had no idea how to maneuver the key around to her advantage. She was stuck there with her hands in her back struggling to insert the key into the lock. Before she could do anything further, a breeze knocked her down losing the key somewhere in the floor around her. She looked up to find that the jail cell was opened but all she could think about was how Estelle broke through the barrage of marines and into the next floor of the ship. Quickly, she scrambled around her room walking backwards to look for the key which she found to be right next to her. She took this key and went out of the jail cell to find chaos in the corridors. There were marines everywhere and it took no time at all until she was confused. To add to this dilemma, she did not know what to do and how to take the cuff off of herself. Almost to the point of crying, she started avoiding marines by acting dead on the floor and hugging the nearby walls which worked as she took advantage of the confusion. With her head wrapped around Estelle's breakthrough, she did not notice Kane on the ground with the keys to her cuffs, Scruffy escaping his jail nonchalantly whom she avoided by acting dead on the floor, Shisha who ran away who knows where, and Frien who was holding off marines with his martial arts. She looked above into the open hole Estelle had made and promised herself that she will look for her. As her doctor, Mikan was thinking of doing something about her instead of abandoning her and going about with her life which she usually do.

But she was still scared. Scared of what had happened to Estelle. She had figured out what had happened - it might just be the real Estelle. After all, she did have amnesia back at Treegap Island. Even if she was a dangerous woman, it was her job to-.

Mikan stopped herself from over-thinking. What is she trying to do with Estelle? After all, there is a chance that this is her true self and that she is healed from her temporary amnesia. Dangerous, powerful, and scary. This would mean that the Estelle she knew back in Treegap wasn't the real her. Mikan made herself sad as she thought about this. She liked Estelle. She was a valuable friend to her.

She shrug this depressing thoughts out of her mind with an over exaggerated action of shaking her head. Because of this, she was noticed by a nearby group of marines who are making their way into the cell corridors as reinforcements. She was slapped back to reality with a shout from one of these men.

"Hey you! Put your hands in the air and get down on your knees before we shoot you!"

Mikan looked at them and noticed the situation she was in. Her face distorted into a hopeless expression. She can only curse inside her head what she was feeling. She is weak without her devil fruit powers and since she had kairouseki cuffs on she is powerless.

"U-um, I-I-I just came out to pee. Can you tell this young and cute lady where the ladies room is?" she conjured up out of the blue an unbelievable excuse with a wink and a playful smile. Her right hand in a "V" sign aligning with her eye.

"Enough with this crap, arrest her!" one of the men shouted and suddenly tens of soldiers made their way towards her. She started sobbing and shouting as she run away from her attackers and back into the corridor where the cells were.

"W-wait a second. I'm free!" she shouted to herself as she put both her hands up into the air. She noticed this way too late as she had freed herself while she was in the midst of her thoughts. "I guessed tinkering with the key inside the hole did the trick" she continued as she looked into her open palms. Finally, she didn't have to run with her hands in her back.

Her new-found happiness didn't last long as bullet shots rang in her ear from behind and knew that the bullets were on their way towards her. After a few seconds, she had noticed that nothing had happened. She looked back into the soldiers and found them pointing at her torso. Looking down, she had noticed that it was gone. Instead, it was replaced by several pink petals hovering in mid-air.

It took a couple of seconds until she finally understood what had happened. Finally, she shouted in her head. With her self-confidence and power back, she grinned into the soldiers and then she exploded into hundreds of pink petals that scattered all along the cell corridor.

[Bladeninja]

(I'll try to help from my side. I wasn't sure if anyone mentioned the time so I assumed it was midnight/dawn.)

His hands were planted onto the ground as he panted heavily, his knees on the scorched earth with tree stumps surrounding him. He finally reached the heart of the forest where he was able to see a bright light that seemed to most likely to have come from one of his captain’s attacks, but there was no one in sight.

David had previously lost his captain as he escaped from a group of marines with full speed across rooftops. He had been just as puzzled as Kane about why a group of Lumberjacks were wanted criminals on an island that housed a multitude of quality trees, but had aimed to support the captain when he said he would help them. He wasn’t able to find Kane, who had fell through one of the roofs, and had instead decided to leap onto a tall coconut tree where his presence would be less noticed. Keeping his balance as best as possible while curious about the whereabouts of the rest of his crew, he heard the sound of either a firework flying near him or a powerful rocket. Upon turning around, he was met by the vision of Mikan and the injured red-haired woman they met before, only she was now bursting off with fiery energy while giving Mikan arrived. This startling sight caused David to lose balance from the tree, forcing him to land onto the ground with a forward handspring.... straight into a wooden shack with multiple newspapers and bounty posters posted.

Before he even had time to apologize about crashing through the news
stand, he heard the name “Thunder Note David Ikito” being called out loud after the scattering of posters. Now that he had the attention of so man people, he clearly couldn’t meet up with any of his crewmates and glanced over at a nearby manhole. He immediately threw down a few of his smoke bombs before diving right next to the manhole, removing the lid and placing it back on as quietly but quickly as possible. He didn’t have any materials to seal it with and had no sewer navigation skills so he simply decided to run for a while until he saw another way out.

Fast forward two hours into the evening.

David emerged from a sewer at last into a spot at the edge of town facing a forest. He decides to climb a nearby tree as high as possible to grab a view of his surroundings, but he didn’t have to climb very far for Kane’s Nova Attack to be visible to him. When he finally reached the zone, an additional two hours since he had to catch his breath he saw several details of note: a huge amount of trash, tree stumps, branches sliced clean and scorched earth. It took him a moment to notice all of these, but once he calmed down a bit he was sure that a battle had taken place. Before he could analyze the crime scene further, he heard a set of footsteps and retreated back into the trees.Though the night that came by the time of his arrival made it difficult to look for his nakama, it at least hid him from a group of marines who came with a camera and were circling the surrounding area with red tape to keep wandering civilians out.

“Move faster, we need to make sure these events don’t cause any more uproar than they already have. You don’t just jog around when you’ve been given an order to preserve a crime scene, that is unless you want any hidden weapons to be recovered.”

“My apologies sir, I was tired from having to arrive right after transporting the Hoshis to the drop off point but I’ll be fine.”

That woman said Hoshis! What the heck does she mean by transport? There’s no way they could’ve been captured! He was curious if the burly marine officer and his inferior were aware of his presence and were playing games with him, but regardless he had to make the first move.

[Die]

"All hands on deck! Estelle has escaped! I repeat, Estelle has escaped!"

The ship shook violently as Reagan broke through the main deck, ascending rapidly into the air above the Marine battleship. Every Marine who had made it out onto the deck had their rifles trained on the Bilkan. There was a noticeable hesitation among them. Estelle's reputation had preceded here. These Marines had never before faced an enemy like her before, and it was likely that none of them would live to see another day.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot her!"

The command echoed too late, as the Reagan fired off one of Freyja's rockets at the deck, taking out a number of Marines as she demolished that section of the deck. Upon firing the rocket, Reagan QBed downwards, avoiding the barrage of gunshots that the remaining Marines sent her way. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, one unfortunate Marine found himself suddenly pinned against the side of the cabin with the wind knocked out of him. Before the second volley of shots reached her, Freyja moved itself behind her, spinning as it hovered so as to deflect the rounds all over the place, taking out a few more Marines in the process.

At the same time Reagan clamped her right hand over the Marine' face. He struggled against her strength, eyes widening and frantically searching about as the pressure against his skull slowly and painfully increased. He started panicking even more as he started to bleed from Reagan's grip on the sides of his face. A few seconds later, his eyes rolled back into his head. Almost instantaneously, Reagan completely crushed the Marine's head, spraying blood and brains against the side of the cabin and the deck. With that grisly death, Freyja stopped spinning and returned to Reagan's hand.

In the time it took for her to tortuously crush the man's skull, two snipers had managed to climb up the center mast and into the Crow's Nest. Reagan learned from the last time she dealt with this convoy of Marine ships and wasn't about to fall for the same trick twice. She launched Freyja at the mast while boosting to the side, avoiding the sniper shits. The massive halberd spun, cleaving through the mast as though it was nothing. With a creak and a groan, the mast tipped over...right into the path of two cannonballs. The resulting explosion obliterated the Crow's Nest and the two Marines on it as well as breaking the mast into several pieces, raining bits and splinters.

Reagan’s immense display of power had effectively demoralized the remaining Marines on the vessel. The few that were close enough to the edge of the ship threw down their weapons and jumped overboard while others had simply frozen in place, their bodies refusing to cooperate with them. She quick-boosted over to the left most one, driving a rocket-propelled fist into the unfortunate Marine’s gut, grabbing his spine and sticking out through the other side in the process. He would have suffered for a little bit longer, but the Bilkan had opened her hand and fired strong rocket burst, vaporizing the Marines in the path of the blast. Reagan ripped her hand out of the Marine, taking his spine with it and tossed it aside.

The explosions and whistles of cannonballs in the air drew Reagan’s attention to a neighboring Marine battleship. With the same twisted grin, she touched the deck of the ship before leaping up into the air and flying off of the ship. The vessel began to shake as a very dull roar slowly began to drown everything. The soft tremors grew into violent quakes as the water around it bubbled and boiled. As it did so, strong currents surrounded the ship. The Marines who had jumped ship ended up boiling to death in the waters around the ship. Slowly, it began to lift up, though it had not yet fully left the water.

If the Hoshi had a chance to jump off of the ship and onto the docks, now would be the time.

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[Kurosaki]

Fumbling with the huge ring of keys behind him, Kane tried one and had no result. Frowning, he tried another key and his cuffs still didn't open.

Key three. No go.

Kane did a flip and knocked out another Marine by striking him with his leg upside the head. The entire time there was a ton of jingling as the keys clashed against each other in his hand. Kane landed again and started to work more frantically. He got through five keys with still no luck.

Key six. Still no success.

Realizing that Scruffy was moving too slow from his cell and that his life was in jeopardy the next time that he happened to look up, the Hoshi Captain actually took the keys, twirled, and then tossed them causing them to slam head long into the Marine chasing him with blades. The Marine fell over, completely knocked out and Kane ran over to pick the keys up again (backwards, of course since his hands were behind him). Only he realized that he had lost his place on which keys he had tried and his face fell again.

"Dang it! Can't anything go right today?" he questioned, shaking his head in aspiration and sighing loudly afterward. Captured was bad enough. As pirates, he couldn't believe he had been captured. I mean, seriously, what was wrong with them? He knew how much he had let his crew down; particularly Shisha. Shisha's cover was probably blown, right? Since she had been in her Desert Punk outfit the last time he had seen her. He would have to figure out someway to make it up to her.

Key one. A failure.

And then now they were trapped on this Marine vessel, battling for their lives for escape to the open seas to a ship that wouldn't even be able to sail unless Frien could produce that other vessel he had talked about.

Key two. Nada.

And to make it worse, the Marines on deck above them were screaming bloody murder. What was even going on up there? With the blood already spilled below deck, whatever it was definitely wasn't good. And to think that their Bilkan friend had seemed like such a nice woman; even if she couldn't remember who she was. Was that why she was doing this?

Key three.

Click!

The cuffs fell away easily enough and clattered to the floor. Kane blinked, moved his arms, winced since they had been in that position for a while, and then brought them in front of him and flexed them. Immediately he felt tons better and his weary state since waking up was gone though he still felt sore from the fight with the Lumberjacks. The Marines must have patched him up though for he realized he had bandages on him and that his ribs didn't hurt as much despite the broken bones he was sure he had sustained.

He was back in business though and ready to take out some Marines.

His frustration at his earlier failures propelled him as he took out the rest of the Marines on his way to getting his crew up to the deck. He took out one with Hoshi no Rampage, another with a Hoshi lariat and then another one with a Hoshi Roundhouse kick. Men fell with second degree burns onto the ground and groaning or passed out.

Behind him he saw Mikan burst into a bunch of petals and confuse her group of Marines and smiled to himself. She was back in action, it seemed. Shisha had taken off somewhere, he noted but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know where. She was most likely on the search for her gear. Frien was also doing his part to take the Marines down a notch or two but was still handcuffed.

Kane ran over and uncuffed him from behind and then went over to do the same to Scruffy and then the Hoshi Pirates were back in action!

Alarms were going off like crazy all around the Marine vessel and things were much more crazy above deck which Kane soon realized as he emerged. Blood was splattered all over the ground and he felt sick to his stomach when he spotted the source of it; a man's crushed skull and limp body. Marines near him were actually rushing past him and throwing themselves overboard. He caught a flash of something shooting upward and the vessel back to rock back and forth; a roaring noise drowning out all the noises.

Cries of anguish reached up from the water from where the men had jumped overboard and Kane rushed over to the railing to see what was going on. Was there some sort of shark infested waters that they had found themselves in? No, instead he found that the water was literally boiling below them and his blue eyes widened. Well, sea water wasn't good for him in the first place but now this wasn't good for even the members of his crew who COULD swim.

They needed to get off of this hell hole and back onto Treegap, if they could, as soon as humanly possible. Kane rushed back to the stairs and shouted down as loudly as he could for his crew to all get their butts up on deck and then looked hurriedly around. He spotted trees and breathed a sigh of relief. They were still docked on the Island, luckily enough for them.

Which meant that they could use the gangplank to get onto the docks. Finding it non-too-soon, Kane stood near it and tried to usher both his crew and any Marines off. A few looked at him in surprised when he shouted at them and even pulled some and shoved them down it wondering what a Pirate was doing saving a Marine of all people.

One man looked at him, dumbstruck as Kane grabbed his arm and then he tried to cut Kane with his sword. The Hoshi pirate burned his arm, causing the man to drop it and then kicked it aside and off the edge of the ship.

"Fighting is pointless right now; we're all going to die if we stay on this ship! Just get your men and get off! You have a family, probably, don't you?"

The man nodded, stunned and then Kane gave him the final shove and he quickly ran for the gangplank.

"They better all hurry up! I don't think we have much more time..."

[Armani]

Having been a former member of the Janitorial crew of the Marines made ships like this, even ones as large as the Virtuous, quite an easy feet to figure out. The government had streamlined the development of their ships so that a freshly transferred soldier could effortlessly grow comfortable with his surroundings, despite being assigned to a new boat. It was nice, because this allowed Scruffy to know where exactly the janitorial equipment was being held on this floor!

His booted soles shuffled against a floor that, again, surprised him as it squeaked underneath the movement of his shoes. It was pristine in all contexts, save for the riot of a prison break around him. Scruffy paid no attention to the shouts and commands, the clanking of steel, or the ring of keys. Even the burst of wonderfully soothing pink flower petals were left to ignorance as his back faced all of it. No, his only concern was for a plain white door.

”DON’T UNDER ESTIMATE A FORMER CAPTAIN OF THE MARINES!”

He had heard the infuriating voice of the monkey boy and kept himself from showing the whipper-snapper how little “Captain of the Marines” meant in this world, however, refrained and refused to acknowledge that you young man was, in fact, watching his back for him.

His leathery, wrinkled hand reached out and touched the cold steel of the handle and pushed down, unlatching the door and allowing himself in. Although he managed to pull the door open and let in some light, the consistently bored and unenthused face of the elderly cleaner stared into the face of shadows that consumed his vision of all the portal’s gifts. As he tried to squint through the shadows, despite his eyebrows not really indicating any sort of movement behind them, he finally reached up and pulled a small cord. Miraculously a tiny light that had been planted at the ceiling revealed a treasure trove of wondrous items…at least for a janitor…. There. In the back of this closet, was a brand new mop bucket, complete with its very own mop inside its plastic confines! It wasn’t his, but for the time being, it would do. Scruffy stepped inside making sure that the door was propped open. Because anybody knew that the door on a Marine vessel janitorial closet only opened up from the outside!

SPOILER: Click to show

Sorry for the short post. I will elaborate if Flame would be so kind as to slam the door so that Scruffy gets locked in.

[shisha]

Her back once again flat against the wooden walls of the Ships interiors, the Ex Bounty hunter and all around bombshell waited with baited breath. The loss of her Fathers armour still fresh in her mind like a recently made cut, or a serious burn that had yet to be treated properly. It hurt, on the inside of course. The Armour had been her saviour many times over, but its sentimental value was more than anyone could really imagine. Not just the legacy behind it, the things her father had done in his lifetime before she was born, but also the things she herself had done whilst wearing it. It made her mind rewind back to the pivital moments in her lifetime as a bounty hunter and as a Pirate. As she stayed against the wall next to another room, again listening closely to the sounds from inside. Or the lack of said sounds. It was quiet, really quiet despite the sounds of battle raging all over the rest of the vessel. Her paranoid side of her personality warned against it with loud screeching noises, but still she kicked the door open expecting to find a group of Marines behind it. But what she found was far less intimidating, instead very, very pleasing to a woman of her skills and likings.

There on the walls were several metal shevles, wooden boxes in piles on the floor and a table sitting proudly in the center. Upon the table lay all manner of Technical items and devices, the shelves filled to the brim with weaponry of all kinds. It was the Armoury of the ship itself, the place where the Marines stored, maintained and retrived their weaponry from. If that wasn't enough, the table contained mechanical components that Shisha herself had been itching to get her digts upon for a long, Long time. She felt weak in the knees as her eyes darted from item to item, almost drooling a little out the corner of her mouth, swaying her hips side to side swooning over the amount of materials at her finger tips. If it wasn't for the battle raging up on deck she would have gladly stayed much longer, maybe created something new for later. But alas this goldmine was the one that got away. As Kanes voice echoed down through the bowels of the ship she had to phycially tear herself out of the room, but not without grabbing something for her troubles. A single item, which upon realising that her "Outfit" had no pockets of any sort, was forced to store away rather extremely. She opened her mouth and placed the small item upon her tounge, threw her head back and with obvious discomfort and some pain, forced herself to swallow it.

With her meal over, she made her way back up through the ship, stopping along the way to introduce her Projectile weapons rifle butt to the faces of Marines who had crossed her path. It didnt take long before she found herself up on deck, looking at the scene around her. Blood on the floor, the bodies of mangled marines around the deck, the crushed skull of one such unlucky soul. She didnt even respond, not a single sad expression, tear or even a smile if she was inclinded to do so. Instead she looked for her Captain himself, eventually spotting him through the chaos and smoke. Rushing to his side she noted him assiting Marines off of the ship, Smiling at the gesture he had made to them. Placing her hand on his shoulder she peered over the edge of the boat, like Kane seeing the boiling water below. Her eye brows twitched, mentally listing this as one of the most curious things she had seen of late.

"Kane are you Alright? where are the others?!". She looked around frantically, knowing that with the damage to the ships infrastructure it wouldnt last much longer, not long at all. "We have to find them, this tub wont Float forever like this". She felt naked around him, not due to her current revealing attire with its zip pulled down dangerously close to the realm of Perverted thought, but for not wearing her armour.


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(Sorry for the lateness, an unexptected trip to the local Hospital threw me off posting, that and the Moprhine. Best...Drug...Ever!)