Mission 37!: Desert Sushi(Deltron)

[Cirrus]

The sun was beating down like a drum. The desert wastes were ever more desolate than they were before, over the years growing like a cancer, encroaching on civilization. Nothing is safe from the deadly sands, yet here was where one silly pirate captain decided to make his headquarters for the time being. It was a good idea though right? No one ever comes to the desert.
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Somewhere underground, a fishman sat in a throne.
"Spalter! Come here!"
he called. A smaller fishman scuttled up to him. He had two small pincers at the end of his arms. His skin was primarily orange.
"Yes Captain Junichirou?"
"Versael are getting cocky. Prepare the ambush!"
"Yes Captain Junichirou."
The smaller fishman scuttled away, while the one on the throne laughed maniacally.
"They won't know what hit 'em. By the end of the week Versael will have no business! The Bubble Pirates shall be the richest in the world!

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Luckily, that's not where Dylan Wolf was. He was enjoying a soak in the oasis. He had come there for a doctor's seminar, but he found it boring. He didn't need to be told how to treat his patients. Still, everything had been paid for by a kind stranger, and Dylan was abusing his right to everything. For now though, he was just relaxing in the pool. Soaking. Drifting off to sleep....
"Are you Dylan Wolf?"
"Wha-who are you?!" Dylan had been woken from his slumber early.
"We have someone who needs "treating"."
Telling by the emphasis the voice put on "treating", Dylan could tell there was someone who needed a good dose of death.
"Who are you, and how do you know I can provide?"
"We do not need to be named. We came to you knowing fully well of your history. Unless you would like to be turned in for your hanous crimes against the World Government, I suggest you do as We say."
Dylan simply nodded. He had met these kinds of people before.
Don't let them think you're scared.
"Get up. Dry yourself off, and meet us in the bar lounge in ten minutes. If you are any later We shall have the marines on you quicker than rabbit gets pregnant."
Dylan obeyed. Getting up slowly with his hands in the air, he stepped out of the jacuzzi.
"Here's a towel. Complements of Us."
Dylan caught the towel without looking around.
"You may see Us. We are not scary."
Slowly turning, Dylan saw a small man dressed smartly in a suit. He was twirling aa small black and gold cane in his hands, and as Dylan was staring, he adjusted his blacked out glasses. But that was the problem. It was only a man. There wasn't anyone else near him.
Why does he call himself "We"?
"Ten minutes. We're waiting." he called.

Wasting no time, Dylan dried himself completely, making sure that not even a tiny drop of water was left on his body. It was important incase he had to use his devil fruit abilities.
*ten minute timeskip*

A man was sitting alone at a bar stool. He looked uncomfortable from afar, as he was constantly adjusting his appearance. He held his drink in his hand, and didn't talk to anyone.
"Sorry We are late. We were held up."
A familiar voice came from behind him. Soon, a small man was up on a bar stool next to Dylan.
"Ok. There's this "man" called Junichirou, and he has been giving us problems. We know from our intel that he has a first mate with him at all times. These men are wanted pirates, and we have reason to believe they are hiding out in the desert here on Zarzara island. Find him and "deal" with him. Dead preferably. If you comply we shall reward you. Anything less and...well you know where the nearest marine headquarters is."
The small man spoke with confidence, he held Dylan Wolf in his palm.
"We have assigned help just in case. He should be here any minute now."
The man raised his hand and pointed to the bar entrace expectantly.
"We are called Versael by the way."

For the second time that evening, Dylan Callum Wolf was preparing for a lecture.
"This day just got interesting."

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"Spalter! That was a disaster!" cried Junichirou. The ambush on Versael had failed, and many of his men had died.
"We shall have to rest up. I fear they may be coming to finish us off. Arm the guards!"
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Some heavy stuff was gonna go down.

[Masta Deltron]

The sun was high and it was hot outside. Jay’s hat kept the sun from out of his eyes, while keeping him cool. His weight jacket was making it a little bit harder on him. Yet, he just saw this as another training exercise for him. He was sitting on top of someone’s house looking at a wanted poster. It was the picture of the infamous Junichirou. He was a pirate that has been running rampant through the south blue for a while now. He was eating an apple while reading it. He was making loud crunching noises, which seemed to draw attention to him. There were some people that stopped to look at him. Jay waved to the people with a big smile. “Hi.” He said loudly.

Some even realized who he was at that very moment. The hat, the blue jacket and the scar was a dead giveaway. “The Azure Dragon!? What is he doing here?” a town’s person yelled. Some of the people realized at that moment and they were afraid. Someone with a 14, 000, 000 bounty had shown up. Like things couldn’t get any worse for them. He looked down on them, and flashed the poster. “Hey can you tell me where this guy is!?” he said loudly. Some of the people just walked away and some began to run. His question went unanswered, “Oh well I guess I have to find this guy on my own.” He thought to himself. He stood up and walked off the roof, still eating his apple.

He began to walk down the street while looking at the poster still. The people seemed to get out of his way automatically. So he did not even bother to look up to see where he was going.

[Cirrus]

"We are called Versael by the way."

For the second time that evening, Dylan Callum Wolf was preparing for a lecture.
"This day just got interesting."

Dylan waited expectantly, and a small man, dressed exactly like the man sitting next to him walked into the bar door. Versael had a frown on his face at the presence of the new arrival.
"Bad news?"
"Bad news."
The newcomer sat on a stool next to Versael, and the pair started talking in urgent hushed voices.
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"But how? We made such careful plans!"
"Yes, but it seems they were ready for us. He has died, we only have one other option."
"But he's a 14,000,000 bounty! He's far to noticeable!"
"Quiet Versael. It is that fact that means they won't suspect a thing."
"I trust you Versael. Good luck, and swift travels. Send my regards to Versael."
"We will do. Goodbye Versael."
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Turning back to Dylan, Versael told him about the change of plans.
"You are to seek out Jay Masaru. Tell him about Junichirou and you shall work together to take him down." he explained.

Dylan nodded. That had been fifteen minutes ago, and he hadn't found Jay yet.
"For a 14,000,000 bounty he seems to hide himself exceptionally well."
As he was saying this, a wave of people came stampedeing in his direction. Leaping up onto the roof of a nearby shop, Dylan used this new viewpoint to search out the cause of mass civillian unrest. It didn't take him long. Running with godspeed, Dylan easily traversed the distance between himself and Jay.
"You must be Jay Masaru. I need your help."

[Masta Deltron]

He will still studying the poster when a man approached him. “I need your help.” The many said calmly. Jay stopped and looked up, he pushed the brim of his hat up. He raised a eyebrow as he examined the man up and down. “Who is this clown? Well I guess since he needs my help I can at least hear him out.” he thought to himself. He folded up the wanted poster and placed it in his pocket.

He then folded his arms as he continued to examine the man closely. The man was a little bit taller than he was and wore a black suit. Compared to Jay’s complexion this guy was a ghost.
For a moment Jay just wrote him off as some stuck up ass hole but he was taught to be polite regardless of who it was by his late master. Then he noticed the twin blades that he carried. Jay was ready for anything that could happen at this moment. He was already on the edge cause of the pirate crew that he would have to most likely dispatch before he could take the captain down. So at that point there was only one thing to say to the man.

“Yea? What is it that you need.”

[Cirrus]

“Yea? What is it that you need.”

Dylan smiled. Jay seemed to be a little wary of him, but for the most part he was going to be civil.
"Well, I was sent to find you by someone...or some people rather, called Versael. They said to find you and ask you to help me take down the 10 million bounty head "Bubble Tattoo" Junichirou. By the looks of the poster your holding, it seems that we would have met eventually anyway."

Dylan looked into Jay's eyes for a moment, as if they held some hidden secret about the pirate that Versael hadn't told him about. Earlier the man had imparted some information about the pirate before him now, but it hadn't been really important. Brother of a marine, been involved in some trouble with the marines as well. "Azul Dragon" Jay Masaru had made quite a name for himself in the blues.
"So, would you like to help?"

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"Spalter!" quite a distance away from Dylan's location, under the ground, the fishman from earlier was calling his first mate. Apparently, he's called Spalter. Once again, a short man with large crab claws came scuttling up to the chair, and looked up at his captain.
"Yes Captain Junichirou?" he asked.
"We have had enough rest, are the guards ready to fight? Today there will be the an ocean of blood spilled! The Bubble Pirates shall rule Zarzara Island!"
Spalter scuttled away, Junichirou hadn't left anytime for him to speak again. A thunderous roar rattled the foundations of the underground lair.

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"So, Jay, have any plans for finding Junichirou?"

[Masta Deltron]

Jay scratched his head for a moment as he heard what the man had to say. “Well I guess so, he is wanted and all.” He replied. Then it dawned on him, what he will do to capture the man. He did not even really think about it to much. It usually always just resulted in him beating them down and leaving them for the marines to come pick him up. With a bounty on his head he could not just waltz into a base and hand him over to the authorities. Then Jay pulled out the picture once again and looked at it closely. “Well I guess I can do what I normally do…Beat everyone’s ass and take the loot.” He said with a huge grin on his face. He crumpled up the paper and threw it away.

“Well first of all, we need to find were this guy is at. If we can’t find any information on them, I am pretty sure I can flush him out. Then it dawned on him for a second, “I don’t even know who you are anyways. My name is Jay what is yours?” he asked. He figured that he already knew his name because of the wanted posters that were hanging around town.

[Cirrus]

"Well I guess so, he is wanted after all."

Dylan nodded. The man would help him. He was going to suggest a plan of action,even after asking if the pirate had one(he had assumed that he hadn't), when it seemed that, surprisingly to Dylan, Jay had one of his own.

“Well I guess I can do what I normally do…Beat everyone’s ass and take the loot.” He said with a huge grin on his face. He crumpled up the paper and threw it away.

Dylan sweatdropped.

“Well first of all, we need to find were this guy is at. If we can’t find any information on them, I am pretty sure I can flush him out. Then it dawned on him for a second, “I don’t even know who you are anyways. My name is Jay what is yours?”

Dylan recovered. Jay actually had a serious plan.
"I'm Dylan," he said. "Dylan Wolf. I'm a doctor." he said. "I like your idea. But all we have is wanted posters." Dylan thought for a second, and began again. "Then again, he wouldn't be hiding in the town, or he'd have been found by now."

As if to illustrate his point, a marine patrol raided a house across the street. They searched for what seemed an age, but came out empty.
"Bubble Tattoo isn't here." said one. They marched off, not having noticed the pair.

"Which leaves one place." Dylan waited for it to dawn on Jay. "The desert."