A wide room, where captain and higher level Marine's are allowed to discuss current events as well as the state of the union. To the average marine the room is off limits unless granted special permission. This is also where most Marine Special Councils are held.
Gathering together the annual Captain's meeting. Heavy footsteps began approaching the room. Sea tanned skin and spiky brown hair, broad shoulders and a strong jaw signified the entrance of the young captain Daud. Entering the Captain's hall he'd be greeted by the armed spearmen guards whom were assigned to the task. Silent as always the guards would stand stoic like statues. Being the first person here, the established young marine would would take his seat, sitting criss-cross apple sauces as they formally did.
"No thank you, I'm fine." the young captain would say, turning away a waitress assigned with serving the Captains. Daud was a man whom didn't like is presence interfering with everyday activities he was nothing like his formal father, he didn't even like his own subordinates referring to him as his sir name, to him doing so lacked true allegiance. "Seems as if I am the first one here...fitting, seeing as how I called for the meeting." Daud would say taking a cigar into his lips, he would begin making himself comfortable as he waited for the arrival of his peers.
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Now get your lazy a** in there and earn your goddamn paycheck you dead beat!! The shrill of a woman well past the point of patience fell behind the screen door after flinging a man into the meeting room. A sigh left the man as he slowly rose from the floor, dusting off his civilian attire. Taking a seat across from Daud before resting his head on the small wooden stand.
Pulling a cigarette and lighter from his breast pocket, the disheveled man addressed his superior. Captain Daud... been a while. Don’t mind the getup, the missus caught me at the pub and dragged me over here. So.. what’s on the agenda? Blowing smoke as he rested his chin over his hand.
It was always some form of grand entrance with this guy. "It's always something with you... Captain Jazpar." The grumpier marine would say, rubbing his face in annoyance with his... dimwitted colleague. "But we're here now Jazpar." The marine would say, beckoning more server girls to enter, preparing the ceremonial cups of sake. One for Daud and the other for Captain Cain the two would begin the meeting by partaking in the first cup.
Bottoms up, with a long sigh the s**t tasting alcohol would make it's way down Daud's throat. "It's been 12 months since we've last seen each other my friend. It's been 12 months on the day since this fortress was attacked." Reminiscing of course about Cezar's betrayal of the Government and subsequent revolt. "My father's asking about the state of our union, and I have no idea what to tell him..." The young captain would say, taking another shot. Just get straight to the topic, perhaps Jazpar would understand the severity of the situation. But to spare the mind, if Admiral Quinton had to leave his post in the Grand Line, just to come back to HQ in order to find it in such as state of disarray... Being demoted would be the least of their worries.
"Be honest, how many men do you have sailing under you?" The marine would ask, curiously. Pouring himself and Captain Cain another shot, the marines would continue drinking until they vowed to act on a solution, or until they would die of alcohol poisoning.
A woman moved through the hall towards the meeting room. Passing by another woman, familiar however not necessarily accquainted with the woman walking away from the room. It was a clear sign of at least one person who was here. The meeting itself being called was the sign of the other person being here. It was unlikely that the person who called the meeting would not be there, and the woman she passed simply meant another of the many captains was also here. However it didn't really matter who was here or not, she would have shown up regardless.
Her uniform on as much as she felt like she wanted it on, her pipe in hand as a little bit of smoke would rise from her mouth that she seemed to almost have held for a while. She would enter the room, seeing the exact two she expected to see, doing honestly what was expected of them...drinking. She showed no reaction, a sight she would be no doubt use to by now as she would take her place sitting where she always would as she smoked her pipe. She was not one to speak before being spoken to, even in casual conversation, and as such she would not speak as she entered either. Quietly...waiting.
Having returned from the shopping district Arthur hold in his left hand the "Blacksmiths of the Blues", a book written in detail about the history of the blacksmith. He rattled through his pocket as he took out a box of cigarettes and extracting one of the cigarettes stick out from it and place it in his mouth. The smoker carefully lit his cigarette and blew out a sickly smelling puff of smoke. Like he always does, he took a deep drag before strolling around the district as several bystanders coughed, from breathing in the horrid scent of the smoker's cloud of smoke. He doesn't care who health's he is ruining, this is Marineford, a place where the strong gather. There's bound to be people smoking and drinking, heck, you can even see a fight or two from the corner of your eyes without having to try. If the people are so displeased with the scent of tobacco then they should pack along and head home. " The greater the heat, the stronger it will be" he mumbled a particular phrase from the book before he stopped in motion and looked up. It is sunset. By the time the sun was setting, the sky was painted in an array of pink, orange and yellow, the clouds held the promise of a calm, peaceful night, and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show.
Arthur continues to walk as he read his book, his destination? The Marine meeting room. For reason unbeknownst to him, he was called for but as to what, he doesn’t care. Arthur has never been the one who got himself too affiliated with the Marine, to him, all this peace and whatnot does not motivate him. The only thing that does is his own will and also the paycheck. Though again, the Marine probably needs him more than he needs them. There are jobs everywhere, and it shouldn’t be hard to find a new one if he were to get fired for stupid reasons.
Walking down the hall, Arthur would soon arrive at the door that leads to the meeting room. But before he could enter, he was stopped by the guards armed with spears. Apparently, there is no weapon allowed in the meeting room. But who cares, Arthur is strong enough to stand his ground without a weapon and so he handed his katanas over before the door was opened for him. " A fish, Gorilla, and a drunk." he thought silently before shutting his book and taking his seat.
The atmosphere around was a bit tense, it seems like they were discussing something prior to his arrival. Well, if they wouldn't bother to fill him in then it probably doesn't matter. Or they probably just don't like each other, are they about to kill each other? That would be something Arthur could enjoy. After all, the Marines are nothing more than an organized gangster organization. Anyone with common sense could tell, especially by the way the people in this room look, including him. "So?" said his monotone voice before taking a drag from his cigarettes.
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Twelve long months of crap if you ask me, your old man needs to lighten the hell up... Jaz yapped as he poured himself another shot. He was relatively new a whole year ago since HQ was attacked and wasn’t too excited when work was crammed down his throat. You ought to tell him moral is on the low, as a barely have anyone to do my paper work when I’m out in the field. Weren’t you the poster boy for joining the marines back in the day? Do somethin’...
With another shot drained down the hatch did a rather scantly dressed reptilian enter the room. As I live and breath, Captain Draceaus, I know the dress code is flexible but you never cease to amaze me with the latest in fashion. Aren’t you cold, could’ve sworn there was a draft in the air... pestering the animorph captain for a response before pouring another drink.
With a trail of smoke leaving his lips he aimed his attention back toward Daud. Look, I don’t know what their doing at the requirement offices but they better shape up soon. These sacks of crap on the sea are bound to start acting up soon. With that last comment entered quite the character. Standing off near the entrance he simply addressed the room with one word. This one I like, he’s got spunk! I hate spunk, but I like the attitude. It’s crap, but it’s better than what we got now. Motioning back to the newcomer before addressing him personally. Captain Arthur I believe? Fashionably late is always appreciated in my book. Grab a seat, we just started and if Daud is leading this thing we might be here for a minute. Jaz motioned around the room of seats the young lad could choose from before downing another shot.
After a brief discussion about their garrisons the 2 captains conversation would be cut short by the appearance of two more officers. "..." The stern faced Daud would remain silent as Jazpar would go on haggling the younger captain. Daud had already been familiar with Captain Kadma, there was no need for formal greetings among colleagues, Daud's dark brown eyes following the lizard woman to her seat. His dark ords would then dart across the room once more, this time watching the newest Marine Captain step into the spotlight.
"Perfect timing, If you'd all turn your attention to your 6'o clocks. The dapper white haired gentleman in front of you is our newest captain..." Pulling the small circular glasses from his breast pocket, Captain Turnbull would begin reading out of a manila folder. "Says here you're only 19 years old, but you scored top of your class on your physical exam, In fact you scored so high, my father Admiral Turnbull personally appointed you Captain rank." Closing the folder, Captain Turnbull's knee would creek from sitting. Now Standing the 6 foot Skypean would make his way to the front of the room. Handing the new addition his own files, Daud would continue to more pressing matters. "For those of you who missed it, Marine HQ is scheduled for it's yearly review, However I've been informed the Major Inspector will not be conducting the review, In his stead Admiral Turnbull shall be conducting the inspection."
Slapping his hand against a wooden platform he would scream. "So that means we're all pretty much f*cked!" Admiral Turnbull was perhaps one of the most feared Marine's to date, a strict disciplinarian, an a die hard Perfectionist a poor review from an Admiral would make them severally lose face, a poor review from Admiral Quinton... you'd might as well retire because your career as a lawman is virtually over. "In order to pass inspection, We must make sure each of our outposts in the blues are stocked and capable of communication." Daud would say, placing one folder on the table, looking down at another The young captain would begin reading once more. "And on another note, we've recently experience a sudden surge in criminal activity... anyone wanna guess were, no surprise South Blue, the pirate's paradise." The marine captain would say exhaling a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth. "Anyone have any idea what's going on? Captain Kadman, Captain Jazpar, don't you both hail from the south? Perhaps you've got some incite as to why the sudden crime wave."
Kadma looked at the first to truly speak to her, and a smile appeared on her face. A smile with no emotion behind it, it seemed more like something she did as she felt it was the polite thing to do. Then she spoke to answer his question. "Actually I am quite cold Jazzy," her voice would ring out in a typical feminine tone, and seemingly despite being at a serious meeting she would use the names she felt like using for each of them regardless. Her large tail swaying back and forth behind her as she continued to speak. "Unlike most of my kind I am quite fond of the cold, it is relaxing to say the least." She exclaimed to him before turning her attention towards Daud...who seemed to actually begin the official meeting. The reason behind why they were coming here in the first place.
Turning her head as she was explained that this new person who appeared was in fact a new captain...and perhaps the youngest captain to date unless she was mistaken. Kadma looked him over for a moment, nodding her head and then turned her head back towards Daud as he explained even more. Admiral Turnbull was their inspector for the year, which could be both a good and a bad thing so to speak.That being thought, and with Daud's speaking of the manner he seemed to think it was solely a bad thing. Kadma''s tail moving back and forth still as she would speak. "Well Turny, you would be wrong in saying I hail from the south. I am in fact from the west. That being said I have a suspicion that there may be a big fish, so to speak, hiding somewhere in the south. Planting seeds of piracy amongst the masses." She turned to look towards the newest captain and would speak to him next. "Well Arty," Immediately giving him a name she would likely come to call him until she decided to change it. "Do you have anything you think may be the case regarding the surge of piracy?" She asked.
The situation and tension in between the room have shifted. Everything happens a bit too fast that it caught Arthur slightly off-guard. Just before he was seated, the drunk has commended Arthur personality. But in his eyes, neither the drunk nor his word is deemed worthy for Arthur to even feel slightly delighted. Arthur is a mischievous and fearless individual, he does not believe that a better characteristic could make him stronger nor richer. The only thing that matters in this world is strengths. With enough aptitude in fighting, even a dog would worship the very ground you walk. That’s Arthur own personal belief. However, Arthur dares not to underestimate the few that are present. Those who’ve gathered here today in this meeting room are all of Captain rank just like himself. Though he wasn’t expecting to be promoted so soon, and the fact that he was called over means that some serious s**t is about to go down.
“If Daud is leading this thing we might be here for a minute” the word of the drunk has caught Arthur attention. Arthur doesn’t believe in playing by the book for as long as he performs and shows the result that is desired, he’s good. Just like any other meeting that he has ever attended, Arthur began to zoned-out into the void. He wasn’t listening to anything that the Gorilla has to say, he was too lazy to be giving him his full attention. But Arthur was again caught off guard when Captain Gorilla slammed his hand across the wooden platform that resulted in Arthur coming back into reality. “So that means we're all pretty much f*cked!" said the Captain Gorilla, but Arthur was zoning out before and could not determine how are they ********. Did the Captain Gorilla say anything before this? Arthur was too busy minding his own business that he literally did not hear about anything prior to this. Slightly nodding his head, Arthur tried to blend in and not to get caught for not paying attention.
Arthur was bored out of his bone, but it seems like this meeting is finally heading somewhere somewhat entertaining. ” A sudden surge in criminal activity?” Arthur thought for a moment. He has never been outside of Marineford, and since Arthur has an attitude, no other Captain would want him in within their base. Therefore, he has spent just about his entire life in the city around it. There is where most of the families of Marine stayed anyway. ” This could be interesting,” again he thought silently. “Well Arty” is the fish looking women referring to him? ”I can’t say that I like that little nickname you just came out with. But I guess it doesn’t matter. And I do have a few suspicions here and there. The first and foremost are power, I don’t know if I’m imagining this but it seems like more and more devil fruit user are appearing throughout the seas. The sudden spike in criminal activity could be related to this. Perhaps the people have finally mustered enough balls to sail through the seven seas and rob it of its wealth?” his monotone stopped before taking a drag of his cigarettes “Besides, South Blue has always been a bit out of reach for us who are stationed in Marineford, South Blue are comprises almost entirely of the ocean. It is hard for the Marine to station a base there when the island within South Blue are all scattered and are run by savages. It is essentially the border of Red Line, it wouldn’t surprise me if Pirates are to stock up their ration over there just before heading to Grand Line. But then again, these are criminal, all we have to do is remind those hooligans the meaning of Law and Justice.” said, Arthur. " Public execution" Arthur added. " With a little fear, everything would run like a smooth oiled up engine after all."
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The meeting went into full throttle as South Blue was the hot topic. Being a native from that part of the world gave Jaz a working knowledge of its criminal underbelly. That being said, things change. It did seem like more and more ability holders were popping up lately. Add that fact with South Blue’s poor financial structure and it’s no wonder a big fish could set up shop in his neighborhood. Before long the Marine captain would cease drinking and ponder on the subject.
Lets say we have a big shot hiding in Southie, my only question would be how we go about drawing them out? The region’s been a hub of crime since I was old enough to walk, so waltzing in there and taking making a statement ain’t really an option. Jaz commented. They’ve already mastered the art of ruling through fear. More than anything, with the rise in crime comes those that plan on leaving that sea. Do we have any names or info on anyone of note yet Daud?
"Sharp as ever Inspector, we do have some... I don't even know what to call it." The captain would say, throwing some of the files over toward the other Officers present. The files would contain a name, or code name, no pictures, no height or weight, no MO's, and no previous information. "This is how far our intelligence agency has fallen since Cezar's betrayal. It's shaken the whole organization to it's core." The brutish looking man would say, ashing the fat cigar that was in his mouth. Passing his hand through his spiky brown hair, his forehead wrinkled from stress. The pressure on a Captain's shoulders was often too much for any man less then spectacular to bare, the stress on Daud's shoulders was probably x10 that amount. While each captain understood the severity of the situation, he doubted they would act accordingly if left unsupervised. Exhaling a thick cloud of nicotine smoke Captain Turnbull would grab an expo marker, and begin lecturing. "Right in front of you lies the files of 4 small time crooks who have begun amassing bounties rather quickly. Akula, Luca Leroux, Maha, and finally Wreckage... their motives are completely unknown to us. Their whereabouts completely unknown, their capabilities ungauged. All that can be said, is that they've accumulated these bounties within the South Blue region." He would begin drawing a diagram of the connection between the 4 criminals, South Blue, and Jazpar's Pirate Mastermind potentially calling the shots from behind the scenes. "We've seen similar spikes in criminal activity. You're all familiar with the Baroque Works organization. This type of bounty based recruiting fits their MO. But in fact we might not be dealing with any form of recruitment. This is all just conjecture at this point..."
Returning to his seated position, Turnbull would leave the marker, perhaps another captain could connect dots he wasn't seeing. But in his professional opinion it was too soon to consider anything, yet they should consider everything. "However, let's not allow all of this scoundrel talk to distract us from the main issue. If South Blue had better equipment, and was better suited to report on it's criminal activity we would have better intel and he wouldn't be sitting here getting piss drunk while the higher up's breathe down our necks."
Kadma looked amongst her colleagues, Arthur seemed to dislike the nickname she had given him. Not that she cared that he didn't like it she was going to use it regardless. That being thought he had some good input upon the conversation in her opinion. Up until he mentioned public execution and running things via fear. Kadma's outward appearance did not change, however her opinion of him changed a bit. Fortunately Cain spoke up before she did, mentioning that trying to rule through fear would not work as whoever is there would have already mastered that. Trying to do such again would not turn out well. Kadma didn't like the idea in the least bit though. Justice should be served, but running through fear made them no better than the people they were hunting down.
It was then that the folders were slid to their side of the table. Looking at the virtually empty files on the four pirates was baffling to her. How could the marines have dropped the ball like this? No information on up and coming pirates? There was a time when there was always information on everyone and everything. This was actually ridiculous. However her poker face still showed as she looked at the empty files. "This is quite an issue, I am willing to temporarily move into the South Blue in order to assist in controlling their criminal activity if necessary. However if I do, I will be doing things my way, not in whatever way they have been doing it. I will not interefere with the South Division's work, but I will not necessarily be working in conjunction with them. I will gather information as necessary, and take down pirates, then report back to the main HQ when my business there is done." She finished explaining what she was going to do. She looked among the rest once more. "Unless someone has an issue with that?" She questioned.
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It was impossible to comprehend what had occurred what circumstances created by the deities that made her late. Alexandra Farragut the biggest stickler for rules yet here she was dashing through the marine halls just to arrive late to the meeting. From what she heard, her captain Kadma had arrived there already and so did the other three captains one who in her personal opinion didn't even deserve the spot. Not that she had the right to judge him after being late for what could be a very important meeting. A loud screeching noise came from the floor as she slowed down to stop right at the doors. It was going to leave a mark at the floor something she will have to help fix later. From the sound of it the meeting was already starting. Opening the doors and walking inside revealed that she had missed a good portion of what was said too. All eyes were on her captain who she could only assume said something important.
Looking at the two guards at the door she just nodded her head at them acknowledging their duty and heading over to the side of Kadma. Standing over her like a a bodyguard except it wasn't much of standing over when the captain's sitting down height was way taller than Alexandra's standing height. Something that bothered her to this day but she mentioned nothing of it nor did she show that it bothered her. Leaning towards the side of her ear, "Apologies captain. May I have a quick briefing of what has been said?" Leaning away after whispering, she very much disliked the smell of smoke and alcohol. Something that all the captains seemed to like and openly partake in even during meetings.
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Hold on a sec... Jaz directed his attention to Kadma after what seemed to be an underling entered the room and played herself at the lizard’s side. Taking another drag from his cigarette the investigator went to the far side of the room before digging through some documents. Before long he slapped the map of south blue along with near bare water posters of the afomenteoned pirates. While I appreciate your enthusiasm M’am, let’s look at this realistically. As stated before the South is a poor region on the seas. Crimilans rule only because the amount of infrastructure present is dismal at best. The people only focus on their own lives, and they’ll make while stepping over anyone that gets in their way. While a strong approach is surely an option, strong arming the place may lead to insurgency. Which won’t look good on our part. Your cool-headed methods may be a better alternative, but trust me they’ll see you coming before you even dock your ship. Reaching over to Daud for a pen he circled the Dorena kingdom along with the Crescent Island and Briss Kingdom. These are the biggest hubs of hostile activity in South Blue. Cannibals, aggressive monarchies, xenophobic civilians. I know this due to having been a native of the region. Not knowing where to investigate will get you killed, or at the least maimed. I’ll head over and look into things, but I don’t mind you tagging along. Even Lieutenant Farragut may find the experience “Informative”. Jaz closed his small, impromptu presentation by circling the safe havens for their kind. Centaurea and Baterilla being the only places any law abiding citizen with a sense for danger would gather. But to him, it was a more likely place for the criminals to in question to pop up. Well Daud, how does that sound? Think your old man would mind me heading back home for a bit?
