This was his first experience of the pirate's inside fighting.

He had traveled to one of the few mountains on his way to the drug farm. Fortunately, his travels on the mountainside led him to discover a radio tower alongside several relics. Nearby on top of the mountain, he reached a broken temple pedestal where he got a heron relic. Going down to the radio tower where he quickly activated it and found more relics on the way down. A spider relic right beside the tower under a table, a shark relic inside a waterhole where he busted his ankle, a boar relic found inside a ruin which is inside a cave and finally, a heron relic at a crashed plane deep in the woods that was turned into a camp.

Setting his foot painfully back into place he checked his map, and he saw that the outpost: Hubert Shore Power was right in front of him. Doctor climbed back the mountainside to get a good vantage point. There he took a single, silent shot at a pirate on top of a handmade overpass. That pirate, once he fell combusted, bringing the flames to another pirate. From there, panic erupted.

Pirate against pirate. Shots fired everywhere. The outpost garrison whittled down to a lone survivor. All in a span of several minutes which Doctor did nothing but wait it out as he watched the paranoid chaos unfold through his scope. He aimed at the last pirate and put one bullet to empty the encampment.

Descending, he went in the main quarters of the outpost to find anything of importance and sure enough. Another computer. Though he wondered, he had all of those previous memory cards that he had yet to read on and now seems like a good time to update himself. Ecstasy, Ketamine and GHB were at this point a dime a dozen of the black marketed "goods" sent to the world. Nevertheless he downloaded the contents and read what was stored in.

The Ecstasy data was extracted from a Yanese contact, overseeing the export of a synthesized extract used in making Ecstasy and provided the pirates all the equipment needed to make a wide variety of the drug in tablet form with initial tests neing extremely positive with minimal fatalities, sells well in almost all countries on Terra. The Ketamine data was instead stolen from a Western Sargon black market pharmaceutical company shows some promise. It included the process to create the club drug Special-K and its variants, as well as pharmaceutical-grade medicines. Though there happened to be strange side effects, such as anal bleeding, however it didn't stop the smugglers from going selling the product in Yan and Rim Biliton. Then there's GHB. Data showed the pirates recently purchasing it from an Iberian club chemist, including the various formulations for the intoxicant. Described as one of the date rape drugs, its markets include centers on human trafficking hubs across Terra. A batch sent out for field testing in Columbia is generating positive feedback from the usual clients thus doubling the street price.

As heinous this information had shown what piqued his interests were the Failed Drug Patent Formulas. Numbers 1, 2 and 3.

1: "The recent acquisition of numerous drug patents that failed Leithanien, Kazimierz and Victorian Medicines Agency standards shows promise. Most of the compounds are highly addictive. We just need to minimize the side effects. One of the compounds is causing test subjects to expel a fecal-like material from their urinary tracts. Further testing continues."

2: "The investment into experimental Columbian military drugs continues to be a massive disappointment. All of the items are causing severe mental distress in our test subjects. One entire batch of subjects and three of our own people died when a compound turned out to be a strand of genetically modified Ebola Foehn. We recommend that all remaining materials be incinerated or sold to extremist groups as chemical weapons."

Finally, 3: "The research into naturally occurring hallucinogenic compounds native to Rook Island may yield the world's next great super drug. Effects caused by the local flora are exceptional, so exceptional, that our own people are using them recreationally. The only issue is the drug's lack of addictive properties. We are currently adding nicotine to the compounds. Further tests should yield more positive results."

Doctor rubbed his eyes at the inhumane data shown in these defective experiments.

Things weren't going to be easy...

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He was outside the drug fields.

Doctor didn't go in immediately as he kept his distance to go over his equipment. Other than the Flamethrower there was an experimental munition he wanted to try. Taken from the poison that drowned the inebriated pirates with pyromania he encased an arrow tip with a wrapping and their combustible wet solution. Flame arrows. All ten of them ready to be lit.

There was another thing he had prepared.

His syringe kit was filled.

Some of the pouches have a few medicines. An important part of his survivability. However the majority in his kit housed a different array of syringes. Using a mixture of Tiare and a generous amount of Blue Algae, Stout Kelp, Arrowroot and Screwpine he developed a mixture to, for a lack of medical terminology at the moment, invulnerable. It took a considerable amount of time but he's hedging his bets on this.

With his bow out he saw the fields. "That's a lot of plants to burn..." Nocking the lit arrow he shot the first pirate in between the plants. The splash from the concoction sprayed some on the pirate's companion as they desperately tried to put the fire out. Slinging his bow, he took out the Taran made incendiary weapon and let loose on the fields. The liquid flames also hit some discarded fuel barrels, resulting in an explosion and increasing the blanket of fire. Doctor then saw one of the pirates succumb to his burns as his hand smacked a button on a wooden crate.

Soon the whole camp's speakers blared out:

"Now greetings to the world!"

"Voice of the one, Big Gong-Zilla"

"Alongside D.D.D."

"Ahh... What the fuck?" The Doctor's nostrils was suddenly filled with the smoke of the drug. Some of his other senses were also altering. He saw the fires, the trees, the sky brightened with illuminating colors. Things also started to sway a bit.

"Just keep enjoying the works of those you love the most!"

"For folks like us..."

"There's nothing that means more to us than your support!"

He pressed on, grabbing more munitions from an outhouse. There he saw more pirates. To burn. Shooting two more arrows. One at the groups that hunched up like the last and another sniffing the goods. Clearly zoned out to notice the music or their arsonist infiltrator before they've gotten hit by a burning arrow.

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

"And make them all have fun"

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Doctor replaced his bow with his flamethrower again and hosed down the other pirate not hit with his arrow.

"A-we a blaze the fire"

"Make it bun dem"

Like before he set the fields ablaze. Throwing a molotov to his left, another to his right, more on his right. Coughing. Elucidated. Not entirely but the barrels had a brightened red and yellow color. Easy for him to target and blow the plants. The shacks had more stored fuel for him as he pillaged the depot and left a burning building behind.

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

"And make sure soundboy run"

"That's one down!"

"And we will end your week"

"Three more to go, awesome!

"Just like a Sunday!"

"Hahaha, that's number three! Is breá liom tú!" He said to the weapon dripping with fuel.

All the fields in front of him were on fire. The smoke and fire hitting him like a heatwave. He hid behind a small shed with more fuel when he heard pirates running. They saw the smoke and made a break for it. Their green gold going up in flames quite literally. And who turned on the speakers?!

Soon as they got close Doctor emerged. Letting out a torrent of Taran ingenuity that caked the surprised pirates in a fire that rivals a Draco's breath. One tried to be sneaky and hid behind the shed. The hightened Doctor didn't miss it, going to the corner he kicked the pirate's face, pressing him down with his boot immediately after. He ruthlessly jammed the nozzle into the downed pirate's stomach as fires straight in. Making the flames exhaust out of his eyes and mouth.

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

"And make them all have fun"

"D.D.D. A blaze the fire"

"Make it bun dem"

Doctor grabbed more fuel from the shack as he saw more emerge from all over. They were coming in droves. Getting his bow and one of his special, untouchable syringes out.

"He's smoking all the product, get him!"

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

Jamming the syringe in.

"And make sure soundboy run"

"And we will end your week"

Nocking a lit arrow

"Just like a Sunday!"

He was ready.

To make them drop.

With the speakers amped to a loud syncopated rhythm and heavy bassline he rushed forward shooting his arrows at the bumrushing pirates. Each arrow for each pirate he placed his sights on. Bullets whizzed past him or hitting him. In his vest, in his limbs. Though he couldn't feel them or know if they'd broke skin.

Explosions erupted like they were being hit with artillery. Doctor threw several cocktails all over, slamming against the barrels near the pirates or on the crops. Fire spread all around, snuffing both pirate and plant. The music became almost deafening. He took his flamethrower out as the pirates ran away from the spreading fire, exposing them and inching close for him to empty the rest of the weapon's fuel into them. He also brought out his pistol to be used his second hand. Making potshots for individual pirates who were smart enough to find what little cover is left.

"Rudeboy!"

"If I nah pose"

"But if I supposed"

"Them see we a close"

"Them wouldn't suppose it"

More explosions rung out. More shots. Doctor injected another one of his special syringes.

"Killing the flows"

"We're sicker than most"

"Defeating the foes"

"We weather the most"

"And number four goes up in smoke."

"Never yet falter"

"Never yet flop"

"Never yey halt"

"And never yet stop"

Barrel shrapnel hitting pirates as Doctor had his arms out and let the flamethrower do the rest. Spinning around slowly, pulling down on the trigger, combusting the earth and air all over. Inhaling the smoke as the music settled in with the environment. Letting the world in front of him burn out in his little circle of raised hell.

"Keep up with God"

"And neva ya drop"

"All 'em a talk"

"And all 'em a chat"

"Number five was totally worth it!"

"D.D.D. and Gong"

"The legend lives on"

"We give dem it hard"

"We give dem it strong"

More fuel. More fire. More explosions. More screams. It was a hectic cacophony that matches with the song being played. He could see it swim around with smoke and redeemed spirits.

"We give dem it rough"

"We give it long"

"We give dem it right"

"And never yet wrong"

With this section of the farm pillaged he went to the docks.

"Sweeter the victory, the hotter the battle"

Throwing firebomb after firebomb.

"The bigger the cover the fatter the bottle"

Lighting each and every shack on fire. Flamethrower, firebomb, a shot from his pistol to a barrel.

"The bass haffi rattle, a my tabernacle dis"

When he reached the water he saw a pirate manning a turret with a larger pirate standing next to him and...

"Rudeboy bass!"

"Mash up the place!"

"Don't forget the boat."

The two opened fire at the bottleneck. Some of the bullets hitting as ran behind some of the shacks. He then felt something dripping down on his hands. Looking down the flamethrower was pierced by a stray bullet. Leaking fuel out of its body and staining its wielder.

"Rudeboy!"

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

"And make them all have fun"

The fire from the building was seeping close. He walked away a few meters to not let a spark touch him.

"A-we a blaze the fire"

"Make it bun dem"

Doctor saw a shadow from his quiver. It had one fire arrow left. This left him with a risky but very devastating idea.

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

"And make sure soundboy run"

"Agh... Dammit!" Looking at his weapon one last time. "Slán."

"And we will end your week"

"Just like a Sunday!"

Wrapping the dripping flamethrower, the looted fuel contains with a sling, he physically weighed it to see how much power he would need.

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

"And make them all have fun"

He pulled out his last arrow and lit it alongside his bow both in hand and ready.

"D.D.D. A blaze the fire"

"Make it bun dem"

He rushed from the side. Staying low and keeping his idea away from the cinders coming out of the burning shacks.

"We mash up the place"

"Turn up the bass"

"And make sure soundboy run"

Throwing the fuel can wrapped flamethrower at them he quickly nocked the arrow and steadied his last shot for the cobbled together firebomb. Letting it go from the string...

"And we will end your week"

"Just like a Sunday!"

The two machine gunners were enveloped in a large fiery blast. Powerful enough to sent them flying apart and destroy their guns.

"Rudeboy!"

Doctor ran to the pier, some of the fire on him as he patted it out with his hands. The syringe effects worn off.

"Rudeboy!"

"Pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run away, huh?"

The boat was taking off with the remaining drugs the pirates had to scavenge before he can get the chance to ignite it. To his side he saw a military style crate.

"Rudeboy!"

"Pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run away, huh?"

In it he found a barrel like weapon with a warhead attached to it. "High-explosive" and "Thermobaric" was written on the warhead.

"Rudeboy!"

"Pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run away, huh?"

That's all he needs to know.

"Hey!" The Doctor shouted at the escaping pirate who looked behind and saw him shouldering the heavy weapon.

"Rudeboy!"

"Pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run away, huh?"

"I'm gonna take care of those seafaring problems for you!"

The pirates eyes widened. Doctor steadied his aim at the slow moving boat. Bracing for the recoil and pulled the trigger. The rocket jettisoned out and blasted the boat into a sinking fireball. Its last drug run going down in the waters of Rook Island.

"There's your boat, Willis!"

"Rudeboy!"

"Pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run away, huh?"

Doctor rested the empty launcher upward on his shoulder, he looked behind at the inferno he created, one he took a photo on his phone to share with Blaze and the rest of the fire-loving Operators back home.

"Rudeboy!"

"Pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run"

"We'll pack up and run away, huh?"

"That's it gentlemen, I'm out of here!" Giving the burning camp a two finger salute, Doctor walked off into the cloudless, sun brightened beach.

"Rudeboy bass!"

"Mash up the place!"

Every pole that had speakers implemented fell at the same time the song ended.

As soon as he walked away he saw with blazing red eyes a relic in the horizon, on top of a large hill.

Get that first Doctor.