One Piece - Martialised

Grandline, Mary Geoise

While Blackbeard and Doflamingo forged plans of their own, the leaders of the opposite faction had gathered to meet in a secluded location.

In a room specially designed to keep curious ears away the five elders kneeled before a throne. A scene that would mindboggle the rest of the world were they to see such a scene since most people that knew of the leadership on the top of the world government had always thought the five elders to be the supreme instance that governed everybody. And yet, here they were, kneeling before a man with a thin figure whom had taken his place on top of the throne that had remained empty for so long.

"Im-sama, your orders?" the oldest of the five elders spoke to the slim figure on the throne who hummed in thought, not immediately answering.

"It seems my plans need to be accelerated quite a lot. After what happened in Mary Geoise we can not afford to make anymore mistakes and you will make sure of that, even if you have to step onto the battlefield yourselfs once more..." Im spoke in a monotonous voice, not betraying any emotion in the process. And yet, his voice carried an authority with it that not even the five elders were able to project to their subordinates. After all, they were no kings.

"As you command." The elders spoke in one voice before they stood back up while keeping their eyes on the ground, not daring to look their monarch into the eyes after they had failed so grivously.

After the five elders had returned back into Mary Geoise that was destroyed beyond recognition they swiftly summoned the fleet-admiral to them. They had orders to pass down and this time nothing would go wrong. They would make sure of that!

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The next day after the five elders had received their orders from their king and the following conversation the five had with the fleet-admiral a few news were released into the press, causing another wildfire to ignite amongst the inhabitants of the world.

On the deck of the mighty Moby D.i.c.k, Edward Newgate, alias Whitebeard sat on his gigantic chair with the tiny newspapers grasped between his fingers. As he was reading the newest release the experienced pirate couldn't help but narrow his eyes while a certain darkness began to fall on his weathered face, unlikely anthing his sons and daugthers had seen before.

"Captain?" a man sitting a few meters away from Whitebeard asked with uncertainty obvious in his voice after he had seen the expression that overcame his fathers face.

Without turning to his son Whitebeard began to read the newspapers article in a rumbling voice, silencing the rest of his crew that hadn't noticed the change to their fathers behaviour.

"After the burning of Mary Geoise and the subsequent deaths of many Tenryuubito, we of the newsco knew that it would only be a matter of time until the world government would prepare to strike back in a vengence. The only two questions that remained open though were the 'when' and 'how'. Obviously the world government won't reveal their plans to the public just yet as our esteemed readers may have surmised by now. Thus it came as a surprise to us when we received word from the marines that they would be relocating their headquaters into the new world. We of the newspaper can already smell the barrel of black powder that has begun to burn slightly after this daring move that will narrow the frontlines between the marines and the emperor's, that rule the new world with an iron fist, down into a slim line until it may disappear completely one day. We of the newspaper of course will keep our esteemed readers updated to every major happening that will be occuring in the following days..."

After Whitebeard stopped reading the article an eary silence hung over the normally noisy Moby D.i.c.k. The silence though was broken by none other than Whitebeard himself whos deep voice reveberated over the deck, ripping his family out of their stupor.

"Bring me my transpondersnail. I have a call to make..." Whitebeard spoke and it didn't take long until one of his daughters rushed over with his transpondersnail. With a mechanical clacking sound Whitebeard dialed the number he had received not too long ago from a man that had literally flooded the newspapers with his deeds and it was time for the two of them to meet after all this time.