In another section of the City, at the Mausoleum known as the Tomb of The Kings; Hornigold Rackham was in the middle of a Fight. Swiftly he relieved one of the Revolting Forces' head from their shoulders. A fountain of crimson spilled out as the body fell to the battered floor. This entire fight was nothing but a breeze for a Royal Marshal Privateer like himself. Although, he was now an Ex-Marshal.
With a single blow, and in the blink of an eye it seemed that a way of Revolters were blown away by his might. He left only one alive, bleeding and crumpled on the ground as the floor shook with his approach. With a cold hand gripping around his neck, he spoke “Whens The Next wave coming…”
His tone was flat, yet carried a boiling emotion beneath its surface. “I’ll nev-er…”
“Oh please. I already know that there are plans for a secondary Pirate force to come. You’re going to die anyway. Why not make it quick rather than making you suffer…” There was an air of Charisma to the way he spoke. His cold grip tightened around the man's windpipe. “Ack-! Grk-! Th-They-”
“Who…” His eyes narrowed on the man, impatiens creeping over him. His gaze Almost burned a hole in his very soul. “Some rookie crew Called, T-The R-Red Sashes.” The Scowl Deepened on the Ex-Marshals brow as the name registered in his mind. ‘The Runt that I put a hit on?! “He’s Alive!?” He Yelled the Marital “When!” He commanded, Hornigold shaking the Revolter Violently. “ACK-! Any…T-Time now! They’ll B-Be Approaching from the West…” His eyes began to fade, breathing getting more sharp as the grip increased.
With a loud SNAP, the Neck of the Man was broken and tossed to the side. Horigold then pulled out a Den Den Mushi that was Detailed in Black and Gold with the insignia of his organization on it. It had a Symbol Skull in the middle, with berry signs for Eyes, to skeletal arms beneath it crossed over each other holding hooks face inwards that line with the side of the skull, and beneath them the number ‘24k’. This was the Jolly Roger of the Chyros Trading Company
“Suid, Head to the South West Quarters. Nema! Post up at the Morray Array. Curtana, Guard the Mines.” A few moments passed before another voice came over the Transponder Sail “And what of me~?” The Voice Cooed. “Take Hold at the Shipping Docks. We can’t let anyone get close to the Ships!” He then hung up, the snail letting out a Clack.
Looking over his shoulder, Hornigold spoke to a woman in the Corner. “Lets go.”
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Back to the Present, Leroy sped through the desert on the outskirts of Aluba. As he got closer and closer to the Capital, the Sounds of Chaos rang faintly in the air. He bobbed and bounced in the saddle as the bird began picking up its pace, faster and faster. That Look coming over his face, that smile of excitement! Exhilaration! He was getting excited!
Then, in a flash, everything went wrong! The Ground beneath him rose in front of him, but that wasn’t it! ‘I’m flying through the Air!?’ he thought to himself, as for an instant he caught a glimpse of the supersonic bird behind him, blood erupting from it! Deep wounds were pierced through its wings, as it too was in the middle of a tumble! In the next moment, Leroy was crashing roughly against the desert floor! He tumbled and skidded for many moments before coming to a stop, sand piling on top of him as he did…
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“Argh…”Leroy let out a noise of pain, his hand reached behind him, the sting of sensitivity shooting through him as he saw that blood covered his hand
“What the Hell?!” ’Have I been attacked…But from where?’ He thought looking at the horizon before he quickly stood to his feet and shook his hair, sand flying out like a dog drying off. But then a Strange sound pierced through the air. It was a dry, baritone laugh.
“Ah-ah-ah-ah…Well Well Well…If it isn’t the man that Came back from the dead…” Leroy shot around. In front of him stood a tall man, at least 8 feet in height. He wore a coat over his shoulders. It was like an Oversized suit overcoat, Deep Blue with intricate detailing on the inside in green and gold. He wore black pinstripe slacks, a navy blue vest buttoned around his broad muscular chest, underneath which was a creme-colored shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and finally, brown loafers and a loose green tie around his neck with similar gold accents to the coat.
That was just his outfit. One of the things he noticed first was the man's face. He was middle-aged, in his 40’s. Clean Shaven, broad chin. Hair slicked back with the front poofing up into a small pompadour. It was silky and shiny like it had an entire can of pomade in it. His eyes hung, almost as if they were perpetually half closed, but hiding something behind them. But the thing that stood out the most, and the thing The Captain's eyes were drawn to next. Were his hands.
They were Both Golden.
Not in the way that they had armor over the flesh. But that the armor was his flesh. His hands were made of gold! They had an almost mechanical look to them. Hinges in his fingers to allow for dexterity resembled that of gauntlets…
Behind him was a woman wearing a beige trench coat wrapped tight around her curvy figure. A sun hat covered her eyes as she stood silently in the background
“Hornigold Rackham…” Leroy spoke, his voice laced with a tone of disdain. “Ah, So you do know me!” He said smiling. “Here I was thinking that you were dead. But come to find out that one of the World's most prolific and powerful bounty hunters might have been overkill. But it seems that even they are unreliable. Tell me, why’d he let you go?” He said pulling the cigar from between his teeth and letting the smoke exhale through his nose
“Fuck You.” Leroy Said Bluntly “Ah-ah-ah-ah…So brash! And for what! I’m not goin’ to kill you yet. I just wanna know-” He scrunched his eyes as he thought, tilting his head to the side. “Why the Hell are you helping these people?! What’d they ever do for you? I mean I know why you’re after Me, I did try and kill you after all. But- Why not just wait?? Wait for this war and conflict to be over and then attempt, and ultimately fail at killing me?”
“You serious?” Leroy Said as he straightened up “You’ve enslaved an entire country! And Like Hell I’ll stand by while people aren’t free! People in this country are miserable because of you…” The Captain's words were spoken confidently and determinedly. But it only caused an amused look to come across the Ex-Marshals face “Tch- Ah-ah-ah…AH-HA-HA-HA!” He reeled back as he bellowed the flat monotone laugh “Are you some kind of Hero?! Aren’t you a pirate?!”