Snippet #2478412

The figure stared down the woman whom had bumped into him, with a hefty sigh he leaned down to her level and patted her head good-naturedly and his gravely deep voice rumbled out from beneath his mask. "It is alright my dear, I am Captain Markov of the Marines. I am here to defend Loguetown from the pirates who have come to invade it, I have been tracking the Sun Pirates for some time now and they are launching an assault as we speak. However, I must ask of your assistance, if you know of a sturdy fighter or one strong of heart, bring them here, we have far more than Fishman to worry about." He stated, a kind tone hidden somewhere within the rumbling voice of the masked 'captain'. He turned to the coming Marines and strode forward with purpose. Scanning the area and noticing several things; a woman far off in the distance tripping over one of the dead who lay at the corner before one of the main streets, hordes of his fishman brethren running a muck and groups of civilians running around the place or barring their doors, one particular group of civilians which consisted of a mere man and woman exiting an alleyway caught his eye. As three had entered from his vantage point, and they had indeed been followed, a group of Sun Pirates, low ranking boobs they were, had rushed into the alleyway. Whomever the remaining man was, if he had not already fled in another direction, was going to need to exit with gusto or face blade and gun.

The Fishman was glad that the pier had such a vantage point, although it only showed clippings of the large town it's position jutting outwards from him at the edge at least gave him the advantage of being able to see down various streets, especially ones that had recently been made clearer by cannonball holes and flames. He continued to stroll with purpose towards the marines and their Captain until suddenly halting and raising an accusatory finger "You!, I have tracked you a long time 'Captain'. You are under arrest and to be judged by the Marine Headquarters for your crimes against Logue Town and the Navy. I have posted marines through out your crew and various others and tracked the Sun Pirates dealings and operations for quite some time, and every bit of information and informant has lead to my purpose here. You are a traitor and have allowed the fishmen to assault this town, had I known sooner they were to attack this port I would have stopped it." He said with an accusatory growl, accompanied by his booming and commanding voice. "But you....you knew full well what would happen here, Marines! My Crew! Arrest this man and bring him before the Marine Headquarters!" He roared, pausing to reach into his pockets before throwing a variety of items, papers and photographs, all faked and forged of course, onto the pier in front of the large group of marines "In the name of Justice and under this evidence, bring him to account for his actions!"

The fishmans turned to look at the girl whom had bumped into him earlier and sent her a gesture that told her to follow his orders, to bring others who could fight to protect. He then turned and rushed forward, he knew he stood no chance against a real Captain of the Navy, but he hoped this one had no devil fruit and that the Marines who now turned their guns confusedly to one another and between the two captains would either side with him or fight it out. As his fist clashed against the metal of the other captains blade he breathed an inward sigh of relief with the sound of gunfire, the marines had bought it so far and all he had to do was hold the fruitless captain here until the other navy leaders arrived.

He hated the slaughter of invasions, but an opportunity to exercise his plan and bring forth strong and dependent humes, that was why he had joined the Sun Pirates. Even as the metal bit into his flesh and tore further into his hand, he was sustained by the fact that it was only a matter of time before worthy and intelligent citizens were drawn towards the navy ships. Even if he lost his hand this day it would be worth the sacrifice.

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The fishman hordes continued to tear through the city, burning and attacking all they could as the marines and navy officers further into the town fought back hard. It was with both misfortune and fortunate circumstances that the good doctor was in an alleyway that had been abandoned without response by his fellow citizens, one that was now more privy to a similar number of fishman denizens. It was similar luck that the pub worker had bumped into him at such an opportune moment in defending the town, and the barmaid found herself stumbling towards the main street that contained the 'marine battle'.

However lucky or unlucky they were, they had been blessed by the fact that Markov did indeed have allies, allies that similarly had remained in the Sun Pirates due to their heritage and worth. Allies that had been given orders to defend the more innocent and worthy citizens, these were the Allies that cut and smashed through the groups that pursued both the good doctor and the barmaid before disappearing without a trace or evidence. This favour, this hidden betrayal of their crewmates was a one time act, something they had committed in the name of Markov and their own goal, a goal they would continue to secretly cheer for from the sidelines. It would be the last favour they would ever enact for him.