Marine Position Registration

SENSITIVITY WARNING - Sexual Innuendo & Perceived Misogyny & Graphic Violence.
The look of concentrated horror splayed over the face of his comrades was enough to allow the man to reaffirm that his plans were always going to work, no matter how many casualties it took to see results. It was his ignorance that having a high casualty count was a bad thing, that made him never considered for further advancement within the Marines and why he was considered to be a rather sloppy individual when it came to getting results. But it was those very results that he was easily able to garner that allowed him to earn a spot as a Vice Admiral in the marines in the first place. As questionable as his motivations seemed to be, since it was widely known that he became a Marine for the simple reason that he was allowed to be seen not as a symbol of justice, but as an authority figure in the world, he didn't ever seem to do anything that would Jeopardize the reputation of the Marines nor did he do anything to tarnish the name of the World Government. At least, not things that people would have any public knowledge about. When one needed someone to go in and commit an heinous atrocity, they called in Vice Admiral Bomba, for he was the man who lacked a conscious and he as the man who blindly walked the path of Justice to sate his own perversions. Whatever those may have been. His actions today proved that outright.

-Two Hours Earlier-

As the giant warship made its way towards Barley Island, the thick smell of hops and smoked wood filled the air and the color of the sea-water leading towards the island itself had become a deep golden hue with small white blotches of foam floating atop it in a scattered manner. The Commodore aboard the ship crossed his arms and peered out over the sea of liquid courage, noting that the water itself had seemed to give off a very flammable scent to it but the volume of the ocean itself prevented the large body of water from catching fire from anything short of an inferno being used to light it. To test this theory the Commodore, known as White Out, threw his lit cigarette into the ocean waters below as a small and yet inconsequential explosion occurred just enough to be noticeable; before ultimately fizzing out and vanishing. Grimacing at the waters he turned his head to the commanding officer aboard this vessel, the well dressed man known as Vice Admiral Bomba. The man motioned his head towards the upcoming island, causing Bomba to glower and smirk. He hated this place since it reminded him of the primary reason his homeland was horrible. That wafting scent of spirits made him quite unhappy and it was quite strong here on the waterfront.

This island was inhabited by a group of citizens who mined the core of the island in order to produce a wide variety of intoxicating liquids ranging from rum to wine. Industrial pumps were located inside of the grand mountains that populated the northern half of the island itself and the alcoholic theme of the island was not limited to just that one specific area of the moderate sized island itself. There happened to be a wide variety of natural occurrences on this island that were replaced with something themed towards the intoxicating beverage. There were a bevy of vodka springs and trees that grew fruits that could get a person drunk. Geysers of sake and waterfalls of pure whiskey peppered the eastern part of the island while most of the populace lived inland situated in a town that relied on imported foods and beverages for their survival. Controlling the trade routes to this island meant control of the island and its exports which made this island a prime target for many pirates, ranging from those who were Yonko to those who were upstarts in the new world. He didn't really mind who his targets were because he existed to fulfill one singular purpose and that was to validate his own existence and belong somewhere. It was why he was so adamant about being loved by a woman who could never love him.

It was perhaps that reason that many Marines didn't bother coming all the way out here to the middle of nowhere in order to protect the trade routes and use the islands productions to the advantage of the World Government. With the island being fought over so often, it was a waste to send men to their deaths in order to try and consolidate power here. But in the most recent few years one pirate had actually managed to gain a hold of the island as well as protect it from any invading forces. One of the Commanders of Yonko Symphony Musicka, a woman known as Caroline The Sparkler. This commander was feared for her use of the Hanabi Hanabi no Mi, the Firework Fruit. This woman was no joke in terms of violent behavior, being known to kill many people who came across her with reckless abandon until she joined the Yonko's empire. If not for that fact that she respected her new leader, she probably would have caused a genocide on the island itself opposed to watching over it. So it was lucky for those who lived here that she was a really heavy drinker who could appreciate the way the island functioned and operated. He found her addiction to alcohol to be humorous, given her intense anger issues she was rumored to have.

Given the fact that he was given special order to prove himself by the woman whom he attempted to sleep with on a routine basis, Admiral Samantha Ethel, to come here and take it over for the sake of the Marines, many believed that he'd be foolish to take on a commander with nothing more than the two pistols and his own physical abilities. He knew that it was meant as a suicide mission on his behalf. But there weren't many people who had the balls that he had, nor were there many people so determined to prove that they were strong enough to be taken seriously as a Vice Admiral as he was. Many people felt he earned his spot by being at the right place at the right time, but that wasn't the case. In truth, he was a monster in sheep's clothing. A pretty boy to the end, he displayed a level of malicious efficiency that attributed a great many atrocities to his name...if he was allowed to claim credit for them at the very least. Spinning around his two black flintlock pistols his eyes wavered over towards those under his charge. He spoke to them clearly and concisely all the while. "When we land, head to the town and kill everyone on my command." He laughed.

Looks of confusion seemed to populate the faces of the people aboard the vessel, but it was starting to click for some of the older members of the crew. Grimacing and nodding their heads in agreement to his choice of action. A few hours earlier they had 'liberated' some slaves from a den of slavers and were 'transporting' them to a safe haven somewhere in Paradise. What they didn't seem to tell those slaves was that they had other uses for them. In order to work for their freedom they would be working on this island and producing the alcohol for the island themselves, without pay. This way allowed for the Vice Admiral to kill two birds with one stone. Not only would he potentially be able to take over the island, he would be able to gain all the profits for the World Government without having to make a stipend for those who lived there. It also allowed them to have tighter control of the trade routes to this island while also being able to increase the price of the islands output. Taking out a commander would send a very strong message that this island was important to the World Government. Something not taken very lightly.

-One Hour Earlier-

After getting the ship docked and all those aboard off the ship, save for the few who remained to keep the slaves happy and taken care of, the man in the black pinstripe suit made his way towards the one town that existed on this island. With both of his hands tucked into his pockets and a stick of candy in his mouth, which he nibbled on softly, he made his way towards the entrance of the village. Eyes darting from person to person it was clear that a marine presence on this island was an anomaly, especially given they fact that people didn't know if they should run to safety or if they should wait and see what happens. As he made his way through the cobblestone streets, the metal strips on the bottom of his dress-shoes clacked rhythmically with each stride he took. Looking at each of the citizens he spoke aloud letting the candy fall out of his mouth and land at his feet. His body situated perfectly in the middle of the town square. "Hello all, I am Vice Admiral Bomba, here to save those willing to join up with the World Government and align themselves with the greater good in this world." He looked at the crowd forming to watch him. His eyes peaked at the set up of the town, finding it amusing that the houses were a mixture of iron and glass, something that seemed unsafe but unique to the island itself and yet there was not a saloon or bar in sight. Peculiar.

Each building seemed to look like it was made of whatever scraps of metal that could be found or salvaged from broken down ships or vehicles imported to the island itself. The windows were made out of the same kind of glass that would be used to house alcoholic beverages opposed to proper window panes and the clothing of the people here was low-quality at best as if it was makeshift from various apparel traded to the island. In his mind these people already lived no better than slaves and yet chose to stay here and live. He couldn't fathom why anyone would willingly want to stay in a place of squalor and it reminded him of his home. Something that instinctively made him hate the people here more than he originally planned. Looking towards a young man who was sitting on a barrel and swinging his feet attentively, he saw a glimpse of his childhood from when he was younger. The lad was no older than fifteen, clear as day by the look on his face and the dirt that covered hi body. In an instance the boy toppled over onto his back, bleeding from an exit wound towards the chest as the townsfolk instinctively looked puzzled by the lack of knowing what happened. Two older persons rushing to the young man's aid as the sound of the gunshot rang out after the bullet already hit its target. Poppas' gun was already re-holstered.

Closing his eyes to ease his pain of reliving his past on that damned island, he continued speaking. He never wanted to live like this again, to be at another man's mercy again. "Those who refuse will of course, be treated as pirates and will be removed from the island proper. I am aware that you all are harboring criminal elements here in town. I do not wish to treat the entire populace as criminals for aiding and abetting these dangerous persons, but if those persons do not make themselves known in the next few minutes. I will have to-" Before he could even finish his speech he found himself leaping away from the area in which he was standing, his feet soaring through the air as his body was hunched forward all the while. A stoic expression taking ownership of his facial features all the while. His feet hit the cobblestone after propelling himself backwards and the metal sparked as he slid against the stones. He seemed vastly unimpressed by the smoke coming from the crater where he once stood. Eyes lazily wandering up towards a curiously busty female whom was by all means a bombshell in her own right. He managed to smirk as he looked upon the woman who blew on her fingers gently to denote that her hand was used as a gun. He had hard her attack approaching as she fired it off.

"Anyone who serves those punk-ass World Government types had best vacate the premises and pronto. Barley Island is under the control of Caroline The Sparkler, host commander in the-" A single bullet whirled past her face while she attempted to speak. It was an eye for an eye type situation, though it was clear that the bullet was fired while her guard was down. A mistake she would not make again, having dodged it only the last second. She smiled towards the man who had pulled the trigger with his right gun before he holstered it again. He was a gunslinger, so his skill with firearms was something that was considered legendary, especially given his rank. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and looked at the people who had invaded her domain and she was not amused. Flipping her hair back briefly she spoke outwards again. "What do you want with this island, isn't this a little far out for your precious government to care about? Turn around and go back where you came from. This is your last warning." She was starting to lose the amused expression on her face rapidly, her legendary anger rising.

"Counter offer. How about you come sit on my lap and we can have some of this world famous sake. Then who knows where the night might take us." He smirked towards the woman as he licked his lips, eyes fixating on her while she countered his statement. "Shut up, idiot. If you wanted to die all you had to do was ask. You're not here to negotiate then we have nothing to talk about." She stated in a very serious tone, her anger rising. "I was being serious yet I was also being selfish. I guess if you want more than one me and the fellas can all hang with you." Marines started to flood the town at the mention of the command phrase 'hang'. Not attacking quite yet since they had been given last minute orders to wait for his command. As they surrounded the square a group of men following her came out of the buildings as well, though they were not as numerous as the invading marine force. "Screw yourself, thinking you have strength in numbers? I'll blow you all away." She stated with a vengeful tinge of anger on her face, accompanying her rose tinted cheeks, given how embarrassed she was at the words he spoke towards her.

She rose her left hand upwards and leaped into the air using her height to aim towards the center of the group directly behind where he stood. Her hand flashed a multitude of bright neon colors before a loud scream could be heard whizzing towards the location of the spiraling light launched from her hand. The resulting explosion was enough to blow away a lot of buildings towards the southern edge of the moderately sized town, her own volatile personality starting to come through brilliantly as she commenced the opening assault on the man and his friends. "I tried to give you a chance.." The Marine stated calmly as his uniform was virtually reduced to tatters, leaving him with only his ripped up pants and an exposed six-pack. Taking the blast head on was enough to take out most of his crew-mates while also reducing the weakest of them to piles of blood. He assumed it had to be her strongest attack given the fact that he could see her stomach rapidly inflating and deflating. Her heavy breathing showcasing her strained figure for trying to completely annihilate his forces without taking too many casualties to the townsfolk.

-30 Minutes Earlier-

Twice now he didn't hear her naming her techniques out loud, which made him realize she was mouthing them and speaking in a whisper. Sneaky chick knew what she was doing. His mind was racing with panic. This wasn't going to be a cakewalk like he assumed, the only reason he hadn't died from the attack was the fact that he managed to not be at the epicenter of the explosion itself. Lifting up from the ground and huffing himself, his usual smirk contorted into a grin that really displayed the level of anger he held inside of his heart. This woman was beyond any Shichibukai he had met thus far, stronger than some of his peers as well. But taking her down would be perfect, if her power was so strong she had to be slacking in some department. He just had to figure out which it was before he could exploit it to his own advantage. He took his left pistol and aimed it at the female who still stood atop the building she situated herself upon after landing and he pulled the trigger twice in rapid succession. Two slugs made of marble flew towards the target with the intention to embed themselves into her head but she managed to dodge both shots as she flipped to the side, landing down in the center of the town square. Out of his vision blocked by a fountain that spat out a clear liquid that was akin to rice wine.

"Eliminate everyone, go go!" He spat outwards in venomous disgust. His men obliging without hesitation, both out of fear and respect for the man. Her crew-mates and his crew-mates clashed with one another in spectacular display. Showcasing the power of both sides with none being safe from the carnage being unleashed. He rose himself to both of his feet and used his speed to charge towards the fountain itself, leaping into the air and spinning the center axis of his body so that he could rotate enough that his shots weren't going to be coming from predictable angles. Laughing several bullets outwards towards the woman herself she simply countered them by creating an exploding wall in front of her face of bright astronomically hot light. Her devil fruit was starting to prove troublesome, but it didn't matter to him. While she was busy blinding herself he had already launched several shots outwards towards the innocent bystanders who were running from the scene after witnessing the earlier massive concussive blast. Once she could see him targeting random people and firing upon them she approached in him disgust, her fingers sparking and screeching. Spiraling whirls of bright light found themselves whizzing towards his position, clashing into objects before exploding in a fiery display. He couldn't fathom why she cared so much. But it amused him.

Closing the gap he found himself watching her and only her while his remaining forces tangled with her own. The clash between these two was far more volatile than originally thought. They seemed to be equals, which was impressive considering the fact that the Vice Admiral had yet to use his armament haki in this fight against this devil fruit user. He decided that the only way he could take this woman in a head on fight was to make sure that he was able to make her break concentration. It was perhaps that very reason that he blew a kiss towards her, to goad her into making a mistake. He wasn't interested in her in a physical manner, but he knew that people were far easier to agitate if you took things in a sexual manner, for whatever reason. He was an equal opportunist when it came to his flirtations, since they were vastly empty in the middle of a conflict. With that being said, he licked the barrel of his pistol as she shit forth another whizzing explosion towards him. This one was different since the firework was blue opposed to red, and upon exploding it caught him by the side and set the area it landed on fire. It was the first time he had seen her display such an ability, so he noted it carefully. He took two shots towards her with his pistol, using Haki so that she had to dodge out of the way all the while. His guns were special-made and took marbles opposed to normal ammo. Relying on the haki to make the bullets deadly opposed to just blunt annoyances. It wasn't his main pair of pistols, but he liked them.

Though she tumbled to the left, like she seemed to always dodge given the fact that he had given off the pension that he liked to shoot a little to her right, she was struck in the waist by a bullet that passed clean through. Causing the woman to wail outwards in a string of curses that were overly pronounced. He had curved the bullet fired from his left hand so that it would strike her upon dodging. A skill that only those who were known gunslingers could preform due to their dedication to pistols and their intimate understanding of how those objects worked. Her response to such an display was to become beyond livid with him. He made sure to kick off his feet so that he went into a backwards roll. The likes of which made the female assume she knew how to cut off his acrobatic display. Her hands became filled with rainbow sparks as she launched an attack towards him that sent two orbs outwards in his direction that made a sizable explosion in themselves The explosion caused hot sparks to crack and fizzle in the air, both persons launched backwards by the combination of her devil-fruit and the fountain that was caught in the blast. The resulting eruption causing enough rubble to kick up to catch the woman in her own attack as well, though the attack was faster so it lacked the punch of her other techniques. Luckily. Raising up from the rubble she sparked her fists a green hue and rushed to finish him off. But he was quick to recover, he was quite healthy.

Each punch was a sure-kill but he was superior to the woman in speed so he was able to slightly move himself left and right to dodge her sloppy punches towards his face, attempting to find the opportunity to shoot the woman from this close range, despite the pressure she applied to him all the while. It was clear that each miss was starting to make the woman agitated, so to deal with his dodging ability she smashed her hand downwards deliberately missing the man so that she could explode the ground near his feet. Sending him tumbling backwards in the air as she huffed hard. Her power was great, but she didn't have the stamina that others had, she was used to ending fights in a spectacular display in a short amount of time. The fact that she had yet to take out this male was something that was starting to piss her off in ways she had never felt before. She decided that the only way to handle this situation was to take him out in the same manner that she would normally take out a fleet of warships. Putting her hand behind her and building up energy, she shouted loudly for the first time, announcing her technique's name clearly, "Hanabi Hanabi Warlord Espada!" and with an overhead swing she sent forth a straight line of skyscraper-like explosions that decimated the town and split it in half, leaving scorched earth in the direct path that the explosions took.

From the smoke and soot raising upwards a blurry figure seemed to move about. Standing up, the man's eyes had grown hollow. The expression on his face was lifeless and as he rose to his feet his body was slumped over as if he was nothing more than a walking corpse. It was general knowledge that he lacked a devil fruit, so his survival of the explosion was something that caused a great deal of those in the immediate area to look onward with a look of despair painted across their faces. He had to be some sort of zombie, especially given the fact that she had hit him with a technique strong enough to completely shatter his life-force. Or so she assumed. He was able to completely avoid the hit due to the white aura coming off his body, as he had used his Kenbunshoku Haki. He wielded the angelic grace. As his eyes rose and focused on the female before him his smile showcased itself to the world and he vanished in a blink. Shots started to ring out in random directions indiscriminately and without any care. It was almost like someone let the cat out of the bag but that was something meant 4kids. He had moved in a manner that made it hard for the woman to pin down his location. Each of her chaotic shots were going nowhere, he tapped into the fullness of his speed.

He wasn't fast enough to where he would be nothing but a ghost, but it was clear that no matter what she did she wasn't really capable of landing her shots towards him. Causing more damage to the town than she did to him. He knew that he had her in his grasp now, closing the gap with the woman and causing her to throw both of her hands in front of her face he leaped over her using the same technique he had used earlier when dealing with clearing the fountain, but this time he only fired a single bullet. A bullet that was not made of marble but rather rubble he had picked off the ground that was able to be loaded into his pistol. The female would cry aloud as she fell to her knees, a bullet lodged inside of her spinal cord effectively rending her handicapped, unable to move her legs at all. He'd grab her by the hair and aim his gun upwards before bringing it down full force atop of her face repeatedly. Beating her essentially to a pulp while she was in shock from losing the function of her legs. With the bitch now defeated, he called out to one of his subordinates nearby who was tangling with a pirate, the subordinate leaped backward and tossed his pistol towards Bomba, who took it mid-air and aimed it towards some fellows whom were incoming.  With a pull of the trigger he launched those bullets towards the pirates charging him as they attempted to aid their leader. Taking them down with well placed shots when all of them were close enough. "Look, your leader lays defeated!! None of you can match me...you now this to be true! Die here or surrender!! I don't care either way!"

-Now-

Rounding up the rest of the pirates was quite easy, without their powerhouse the rest of them where nowhere near the level of power they needed to be to stand toe to toe with a Vice Admiral, especially one so brutally violent as Bomba. "So this was one of Symphony Musicka's commanders, huh? Funny to think that such a woman would be brought to her knees out of sheer carelessness" Not many people believed in the skills that belonged to the Vice Admiral, but their own idiocy and lack of faith would be dealt with at a later date. For now, all that mattered was slapping the slave collar around the neck of this woman and shipping her off to the criminal underground for later use. It wasn't his direct orders, of course. He was meant to kill anyone who got in his way, destroy those people who stood against him and the World Government, but it was never the goal of Poppas to behead this woman. After-all, he had planned for this event for quite some time. With the commander defeated and brought to heel and her forces decimated, he felt he would earn that coveted position underneath his favorite Admiral soon enough. The thought itself seemed to overtake his mind. He felt giddy as he loaded her and her mates onto the warship. He'd make his way onto the vessel, wiping off his shoulder and smirking to himself as he made it to the main deck.

Whiteout approached him after the affair, having stayed behind to watch the slaves and to take over the operation on this island. "What took you so long?" The man stated in a rather smug manner, prompting the gun-toting psychopath to speak in a manner that prompted a response that was fitting of the proverbial cutthroat. "She insisted we had some foreplay before the big payoff. Not that I care. My only goal today was to prove to my beloved that I am worthy to be at her side. Unload the slaves and get started on repairing the town. I'm loading these bastards onto the ship. Now we have two new world monsters aboard. It's been a very productive day." He stated calmly, referencing the fact that earlier in the day he had taken down that slaver who was nothing more than a last generation supernova who carved out a nice little place for himself in the new world. As an equal opportunist when it came to being a scumbag, he took great pleasure in harming those he perceived to be enemies to him. In his mind it was a successful day, he had captured someone who was one of the strongest people in the new world, he had captured a town and populated with conditioned slaves and he managed to gain a new export to fund the World Government that they otherwise would have never had access too. To him it was worth the scars, but he could not return to base quite yet. He had one last stop before going home...