A New Rome

**Date Completed:** June 2nd, 2021
**Next Role-Play**: N/A
**Users Involved:** User:Berserkchart486, User:Tabor gorilla, User:Black Dwarf Star
**Setting:** Tir Na Nog (**Mile High City**)
**Characters Involved**:
* **Jack's Bean Corporation**: Benjamin Tabart, Bulls Zy, Lester
* **Iron Legion**: Vánagandr, Durga
* **Underworld**: Ais Eis Bebe, Wis, Sideways, Violet
* **Delian Alliance**: Fiona, Scarlett
* **Rommel Kingdom**: Tenjin

## Welcome to Paradise

Much of your day, when you became someone truly important, was often occupied meeting either people equally as important, less important, and occasionally more important than you, and discussing how you could both work to increase your level of importance. It was nothing but a game of alliances, deals, tactics; it was a game, nevertheless, as if playing a game of chess. Tabart has spent much of his early life learning the nature of politics, and studying to ensure that he would emerge successful when it was his turn to finally fulfill his role to the Bathory Familia. After-all, he was an integral piece in their plans, and it was for that reason alone that he had been spared.

He sat in the office of his desk, resting upon the very upper echelons of **Mile High City**, the famed capital of Tir Na Nog, an island paradise of his own creation. Though, it was quite unusual this island. In truth, it was a massive, carnivorous plant that urged its prey to visit its lands with luxuries and gardens of Eden but would cannibalize them once they had fallen into its trap. Yet, Tabart, through the powers of his devil fruit, could command the carnivorous beast himself, and use his devil fruit powers to ensure that it would never grow hungry, and therefore never have the urge to consume the people he had drawn to his own kingdom. In fact, he was probably the only one in the entire world born with this potential.

Therefore, when he welcomed his visitors, he often had them escorted to the most renown sites on Tir Na Nog, and to the towns so that they could see his excellence. His people were educated, wealthy, fed, and healthy. He needed all to witness his creation so that they could realize what he was capable of and employ his services. He glanced at his calendar, and then back at the clock, and nodded. It was about time for his guest to finish their tour and arrive to his office. So, he folded his arms and waited patiently, for those famed beings: **The Iron Legion.**

If there was anything that Vánagandr despised about his position almost as much as being used as being a subject to doctor Weil's endless perverse creativity, surely it was to attend official meetings as the Legions Imperator. Politicians were an absolutely disgusting ilk, with their meandering chit-chat, their shameless greed, their sugar-veiled duplicity and their utter incompetence. Either that, or the average ruler was a straight-up sociopathic asshole with evident delusions of grandeur and an Oedipus Complex of mythical proportions, whipping their unlucky subjects with their rusty iron fists.

Bastards full of shit, he knew better than anybody else, especially because almost all of them suffered of bowel failure every time Van did as much as raising his eyebrows during their conversations.

Travel to Tir Na Nog was easy and fast, thanks to the Legion's advanced models of hovercraft. By taking the sky road and keeping their cloaking systems active, no people in the regions below would see the banners of Midium billowing in the wind. Not the most usual way for foreign officers from a fellow WG nation to introduce themselves, but it was better to keep the matter of their agreement far from prying ears and eyes.

The cyborg step out from the gangway, his towering black mass cutting through the cold breeze blowing through their airstrip. Accompanying by his side it was his precious attendant and pupil Durga, acting in the capacity of a bodyguard and secondary ambassador given that her manners were much more charming than those of the Imperator himself. The first role was a useless precaution demanded only to accomodate the formalities of the meeting; the second one was a necessity, for Vánagandr had less respect for World Nobles than he did for the dirt he stepped upon during his morning strolls. Even those with a much more interesting history and a clear fame as a former member of the Four Horsemen themselves.

As they stepped from their vessel, the woman, the attendant who had been assigned to escort them throughout the town—yet could not due to her inability to locate the Iron Legion since their supposed arrival—forced a smile as she approached them.

“Ah, good afternoon! I am happy to see that you have made it to our precious headquarters. We did have some trouble finding you though,” she added, her forced smile still resting upon her visage. “Was it made known that you were intended to meet me at the docks in the lower realm? The east side of the island?”

Durga heard the word of the attendants with a perplexed expression. Vánagandr grumbled.

"Excuse, lady..." the young woman said. "The orders given by the Imperator clearly indicated that the meeting was to be held with utmost disgression; hence, our docking closer to Tabart headquarters..."

"It was an idea of mine". Vánagandr said abruptly and sullenly, shrinking within his shoulders.

Durga never saw him doing that. Her eyebrown rose further.

"M-master, w-why haven't you advised lord Tabart of this intention?"

"I didn't want people to look at me. That's all." His gaze fell over the attendant. "I look like a demon from hell after a day of bathing in molten metal, ears filled with the groans of the damned and the ranting of his boss because a guy in the "hot blades" sector yelled twenty percent less than the daily quota; then getting into fight with the landlord of his filthy-ridden hole cause his big pet worm would not stop drooling acid on the neighbor's fence; and, finally discovering that his concubine had cuckolded him with the aforementioned boss for the last few centuries."

The attendant blinked. “U-Um…Oh wow. T-That’s…Great news! I completely understand sir. If you would, please follow me,” she replied, turning her back towards the duo and leading them into the enormous manor that lay within. She was not entirely sure how to address any of the Iron Legion’s statement; the man seemed to be insecure, but she was not genuinely surprised that he was. He was really, really ugly.  But, she was an actress, a politician in a way, and she had long since learned the art of speech and deceit. He was not the first ugly man to walk into Tabart’s office, nor the ugliest to do so. She was fortunate that he didn’t attempt to hit on her, as many of Tabart’s guest frequently did. It was perhaps because of her appearance and her personality that Tabart chose her to be his attendant, so that she could appeal to his guest. They were all usually powerful, old men. She did not look at the iron legion’s representative any different.

Eventually, they approached the door to Tabart’s office. She turned to face them.

“This here is Sir Tabart’s office. Please mind your manners and make no mention of what you said earlier. You’re beautiful, despite your own insecurities,” the attendant advised, smiling yet again, before opening the door.

“Sir, your two guests have arrived!”

## The Horrid Guests

Tabart looked up from his chair. “Oh, welcome welcome! Please, step in…”

He blinked.

“What the fuck is that?”

There was a fraught silence, as the attendant glanced around.

“Um..what, sir?”

Tabart pointed towards the iron legion representative.

“That,” he clarified. “It looks like a demon from hell after a day of bathing in molten metals, like its ears is filled with the groans and moans of the damned, and the ranting of his boss because a guy in the hot blades sector can’t keep up with his daily quota. Then, on top of that, it looks like he got into a fight with the landlord because his big pet worm would not stop drooling acid on the neighbor’s ceiling, a.k.a, his own floor. Then, what’s worst, he looks like he just got cucked by his own boss! You know, the one ranting because he can’t keep up with his daily quota!!

Durga stared at Tabart. Then she stared at Vánagandr, who was sulking at the closest corner while fidgeting with his clawns. Then she stared back at Tabart with bloodshot eyes and a face so red and turgid and covered with busting vein she looked like a tomato on the brink of popping out.

*Calm down*. The voice of reason spoke to the woman's ear, assuming the identity of both of his sensey. *Cool down. Breath. Take control. Let the anger scatter like leaf in the wind. For God's sake, don't try to maim and murder one of the most politically powerful man on the planet just on his door.*

Durga followed the advice, and took a deep breath. Just one, but it was enough to slurp away every ounce of oxygen in the room. The poor attendant fainted for the lack of air. The Legionnaire gave it all back with a single tirade aimed at Tabart with a volume of voice that shook the office.

"EXCUSEMESIRTHISISNOTTHEPROPERWAYTOADDRESSYOURALLIESESPECIALLYNOTASTATEMANANDAWARRIOROFSUCHPRESTIGEASTHEIRONLEGIONIMPERATORIWILLNOTTOLERATEANYDESPRECTDIRECTEDATMYGENERALSOIBEGYOURPARDONBUTYOUSHOULDDEFINITEVELYAPOLOGIIIZEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

“Huh?” Tabart muttered, looking between Durga and Vánagandr for a few moments. “Oh!” he added, slamming his fist into the palm of his hand. “You two are from the Iron Legion then; Otho's representatives?”

He had remembered the letter from the emperor, the man whom he had been in contact with prior to the meeting. He mentioned that he would be sending two of the legion’s finest, but he had not anticipated a dragon, and a princess. Maybe he had found the two in a castle somewhere.

“Haha, well apologies for that! He just looks a little bit scary, but hey, we got scary people all over the world right? Hell, he might even be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met,” Tabart continued, taking a step towards his desk, and beckoning the duo to follow him.

“Anyway, I’m Tabart, ceo of Jack's Bean, Shichibukai, yada-yada..."

After hearing the apologies, Vánagandr stopped his sulking and turned his face toward the desk. Durga was still steaming with anger, though the worst of the outburst had passed.

"I accept your apologies. It would be stupid to be offended by the truth." The cyborg said. "They call me Vánagandr, Imperator of the Iron Legion. She's Durga, my attendant for the meeting. Let's talk about business."

Tabart nodded in agreement. “Straight to the point; I like that, Van…gan…err…anyway,” Tabart said, clapping his hands together midsentence, “I presume that you both have been filled in on the nature of our business, so we won’t spend too much time there. The premise, however, is the creation of a super serum; a medicinal serum so powerful that it can directly induce mutations onto people themselves. I need the Iron Legion’s protection, as well as your ingenuity,” he explained, folding his hands across his table as he took his seat.

“The serum is something that I derived from previous research the World Government had obtained from pirates of the past, as well as my own experiments with a plant that has served the medical community as a medicinal herb for the poison caused by the Daft Green,” Tabart continued, “We call it, IQ. When introduced into animals in its base stage, it causes mild forms of evolution, greatly increasing the intellect of other species. However, the research that the World Government obtained showed that this plant was used to create a serum that could take this a step further in other species: SIQ, was its name.”

He allowed a brief pause, a fraught silence to rest in the air for dramatic effect.

“SIQ could alter the lineage factor of an animal so far that they could grow to tremendous heights, as well as gain a few…unusual abilities. Rumors for the report even mentioned a bird having the same trait that those mink have…” Tabart glanced at the papers on his desk. “So…incredible, nature is.”

Lifting his eyes back up, he focused on the two in front of him, forming a slight smile.

“Using my devil fruit abilities, I have completely altered the genetic makeup of IQ so that it could induce its effects on humans as well…then, with my minor connections to the WG, we have managed to replicate SIQ and its effect in humans by using the altered IQ. My experiments, and research, have truly paid off in the end. However, we need means of distribution, and methods to mass produce the serum. Both options, I believe, that you can assist me with.”

Tabart’s proposal piqued the most interest in Durga, so much so that her angry scowl was replaced with a gaze filled with interest, gleaming with new ideas

“Yes, that is indeed a most interesting proposal. We are aware SIQ’s mutagenic properties, but an IQ strain altered via Devil Fruit powers could stir up changes within well beyond what is possible by conventional science.”

The Iron Legion possess expertise in dealing with lineage factor engineering unknown to the rest of the world, as well as facilities and connections to ensure a near world-wide distribution of said product. The possibilities for scientific and monetary gains are nigh-endless! This could constitute the beginning of a new business empire! N-no!”.

Durga spread her arms wide. Ecstasy reverberated in every gesture and word; whose volume almost matched her previous outburst.

“THIS COULD SIGNIFY A NEW DAWN FOR THE HUMAN RAC- OUUUCH...”

A head chop from Vánagandr’s swiftly fell on Durga’s head, interrupting her declaration.

“You have made your point clear already. No need to make more ruckus,” the Imperator uttered, almost groaning.

“Besides, you must still: a) present yourself to Tabart; b) apologize to him for having nearly brought down his office and bursted the eardrums of his and his entourage”.

“ R-right!” Durga’s face flushed a bit. Keeping her fist closed, she joined her knuckles and bowed before the Celestial Dragon.

“Saint Tabart, my name is Durga, first Dux of the Iron Legion, attendant to Master Vánagandr. Our behalf of Emperor Otho, we accept your proposal for the commerce and the production of SIQ.”

“As for my behavior before... please, accept my deepest apologizes. It is only the loyalty and respect I harbor for my commander that spurred the impetus behind my reaction. A man..., no, a god like you deserve far more respect”.

“No worries,” Tabart dismissed, “However, I must ask you never to refer to me as a Saint. There is no word that I dislike more than that one,” he added. He nearly flinched at the word, saint. He had once inquired why the Bathory never allowed themselves to be titled that, and it was for the purpose that saints were deceased; those who achieved glory in death. He was not dead, nor did he want to pretend to be.

“Besides, you were correct, I was disrespectful,” Tabart continued, attempting to move forward from his own inquiry, “So, let us make amends and move on from here. Still, it brings me joy that you are excited about my proposal. However, what do you think?”

He turned his attention to the senior man.

## New Pact

“How does this proposal fare in your opinion?”

Vánagandr’s eyes drifted for a second, emotionless, unblinking. His opinion? When it came to political decisions, it mattered less than horseshit. Weil’s instructions on the matter were firm and unquestionable- as they always were. Agree on the terms set by Tabart, do everything to please his whims, even dancing in front of his fucking court like a goddam circus bear should it be necessary.

At least Tabart had the decency to avoid the “Saint” appellation. Just the thought of referring to pampered monsters like the World Nobles would have made Vánagandr puke a good chunk of blazing plasma on the carpet floor.

“Fine by me. I see nothing that goes against Midium’s interests. On the behalf of Emperor Otho, I hereby accept your proposal”

Tabart smiled in agreement, standing up from his chair in excitement. “I am pleased. I will send the details to your emperor detailing semantics, and then our business sha’ll begin effective immediately,” he announced, extending his hands to both Durga and Vánagandr. “I do want to thank the both of you for traveling as far as you did to hear me out. There was good reason that this news could not yet go public, and I feared that communications via Den Den Mushis are not exactly the most private.”

Durga and Van gave each other a sideways glance. With their modified visual systems, they could see a world unreachable by the mere human sight: vivid blue and red dotted with mottled glows representing shapes, numbers, and signs. No trace of a Den Den Mushi or any spying tool within the room. The two nodded ever so slightly in unison, after which Durga gave Tabart a handshake, and Vánagandr offered one of his big nails for the same gesture.

“It has been a pleasure, sir Tabart.” Said Durga. “Let us hope we might meet again to witness the fruits of born from our mutual collaboration.”

“Of course,” Tabart replied, “And, you two, are surely both welcome to stay for a while on Tir Na Nog and enjoy the festivities. It’s not often that many people get to visit the Mile High City, after-all.”

“An invitation to remain, Sir Tabart?” Durga asked with an unusual trepidation. Festivities were mostly anathema for the Iron Legion, an unbecoming and frivolous waste of time. Every Legionnaire was a tool for progress, a weapon fit only to be sharped all the time and every time: that was how she was raised. At least before she met sensei Dazang and master Vanagandr.

Truth be told, the few festivities she partook in, Durga loved every second of them. The laughter of adults and children echoing in the streets, the scent of sweets filling the air, the hissing of fireworks drawing sinuous lines in the sky and then crackling with sparkling dins, each of these things filled her heart with joy and wonder. She would love to stay there to party, even for a day or an hour; her desire was spelled plainly by her face.

Vanagandr did not need even to look at his companion to guess what she truly desired. Call it intuition, or the grasp of her ever so slightly more erratic heartbeat. In his judgment, the farther she would be from Midium, the better off she would be.

“I believe is a good idea, also for fostering diplomatic relationship”. He said, adopting the political lexicon as much as he could tolerate. “Unfortunately, I can’t abstain from my duty much longer. Durga will have fun on my behalf too.”

“Really?” Durga chirped. Her hand leaned toward Van’s arm, an attempt to cling on it almost like a happy child does with his parents, but she refrained from doing so, as it was no time and place for such behavior.(edited)

“Then it is settled, is it not?” Tabart clapped, “Though, I presume that you two arrived together. Regardless, I can personally arrange for transportation for Durga, and I will also take it upon myself to escort her around the city. That is the least that I can do, as retribution for my earlier comments,” he continued.

He gestured his attendants forward.

“As for you, Vanagandr, I will have my attendants escort you back to your vessel, and then you may be on your way if you desire.”

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a fragment of his Vivre Card. “Take this as well, for your own personal use. I’m quite easy to reach, but I do travel a lot, visiting empires…and, occasionally…” he paused. “Anyway, if you ever need me in a rush, I believe that is the best course of action.”

“Sure I will”.

Vanagandr clasped the small piece of paper. His grim visage appeared to be relaxed a bit, showing something close to a smile. He sauntered past the door, assistants accompanying him by each side.

Durga watched him leaving the room; she too indicated to be much more content and serene.

“I thank from the bottom of my heart, sir Tabart. Tales abound about the wonders of Tir Na Nog. I am sure it is a lovely, extraordinary place.”

“Now, must I don a special dress for the celebration? As per Midium’s dress code, my attire is very simple and to the point.” She asked, pointing at her dignified, but rather plain white suit.

Tabart put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. “Uhh, well, I didn’t have anything fancy planned for the occasion. But, if you want, you could put on something nice. I try not to make judgements…usually, on someone’s appearance.”

Tabart walked past Durga and towards the door to his office.

“Besides, I think you look quite nice as you are,” he added. “Oh, and one more thing.”

He turned his head slightly towards Durga. “You can just call me Tabart. I was never one for a ton of honorifics, and such. We’re equals here.”

Durga rub her chin, imitating Tabarts’ movements. What an unusual display of geniality from a person of that social standing. Even rarer was the fact that Durga could not register any perturbance within the heartbeat of the Shicibukai, which would have revealed that his friendliness was only a facade.

Still, regarding her dress, Durga wasn’t sure what to do. The simpler and more frugal part of herself would have been content with donning her usual pale and plane attire, but perhaps such a choice would a stood out in a wrong way amidst a gaudier parade of colorful dresses.

That might have been a matter requiring a feminine touch. Durga turned her head to ask to the attendant who had accompanied that to the meeting, only to remember that she laid one the floor, more dead than alive, due to the outburst she herself had made a few minutes ago!

“For Turing’s sake, I AM SO SORRY”. The young woman rushed to get the attendant on her feet, performing an impromptu cardiac massage.(edited)

Tabart chuckled in response, before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a single bean. "Here, Durga. Catch this," he announced, before quickly flinging the bean towards his guest. "It's a special bean that I created after getting my ass handed to me a bunch of time. It'll heal her up nice and easy."

He turned back towards the door. "She'll help you find whatever you are looking for too, you know. So, just remember, the party is tonight at 7! I'll look forward to seeing you there," he added, departing the room, and leaving both Durga and the attendant there alone.

## Reverie and Beverly

### Center Stage

Mile High City was a bustling metropolis that sought to demonstrate the culmination of human culture to the world. It was a cesspool for expressive arts, exotic foods, famed brothels, and tantalizing theatrics. Much like a zoo, or an aquarium, the city was filled with various figures from all over the world—those who decided that the city was brimming with opportunity. Mile High was a city of immigrants, much like the island it rested upon, for there were no innate citizens of this nation.

Tir Na Nog was an island created using the mysterious powers of the Shichibukai, Tabart exactly three years ago. Thus, every-year in the month of February, thousands of news reporters and paparazzi rushed into the city to catch a glimpse of the figures that arrived each year to celebrate the birthday of the nation. This year was no different. The banquet was held on Tabart’s private estate; the manor itself was nearly 200,000 square feet and was surrounded by 8,000 acres of land. Because of its size, it was situated on a separate mangrove branch outside of the city.

Perhaps through faulty design, or the ultimate expression of security, the only method of reaching the manor was either to scale the mangrove trees themselves, or to use one of the many flying ships provided through Tabart’s alliance with Veno, creator of Veno Works. Many of Veno’s vessels sat parked in a vast landing field outside the manor, indicative that many, if not all, of the invited guest had arrived, including the fortunate reports who were given access to the banquet themselves.

Tabart always made sure to invite a few of them, those he trusted to report only what **should** be reported. Many of his guest were legitimate monarchs of kingdoms, warriors who fought for justice, but others were businessmen and businesswomen of less legitimate operations. The invited paparazzi were made to understand that and were recommended courses of action that would prevent themselves from being hoisted off the edge of the city.

The Shichibukai would have loved to wander from one place to another, but he was often forced to stand in place to conversate with the hordes of guest that he had invited, either to discuss business, charity, or whatever else they had in mind. It was an event that he didn’t necessarily enjoy, but thought was required, especially if he was to change perception. Therefore, he only hoped that his hordes of guest were enjoying themselves, and conversating amongst one another, building alliances and forging pacts amongst the paradise in the clouds.

Thus, with an exasperated sigh, he grabbed a glass of wine from the plate of a P.B Droid—hundreds served as waitresses—and smiled as he waited for the next individual.

"Hello everyone!" a blonde woman in white excitedly walked around the building, smiling for the paparazzi and blowing kisses. But none of the paparazzi were actually focused on her, or at least taking any pictures. She seemed obvious to this fact, but her two bodyguards hung their heads in shame as they followed her.

She was a rather new player to the Underworld scene, someone who specialized in the peddling of drugs and chemical weapons, each one her own design. And while she was beautiful, her personality was incredibly grating. "I think we're gonna have a real ball guys! Hiiiiiii!" As was her laugh.

"Bebe," said one of her bodyguards, he was a tall man with crimson hair, "perhaps you should attempt to refrain from... I don't know, being your usual self."

"What's wrong with my usual self, Wis?" said Bebe, but before her bodyguard could respond, Bebe already wasn't paying attention. "Hottie at 2:00 o'clock!"

"Actually it's--" her second bodyguard began to speak, but was cut off by her boss. She was a Snakeneck.

"Yoohoo!" Bebe shouted, walking towards their illustrious host.

He was flanked by a second pair of bodyguards, each of them wearing white suits. The woman, Bulls Zy, of CP-0, stared daggers at the approaching woman. But the display wasn't even registered by the Underworld broker.

"Hey there pretty boy! You wanna have some FUN!"

Tabart turned his head, and blinked in what appeared to be confusion. "U-Um...," he glanced around again, making sure that there was no one else in his immediate vicinity, before pointing to himself. "You talking to me?"

"Of course I'm talking to you hot stuff," said Bebe, "who else would I be talking to. Grimace over there...?" she gestured towards his male bodyguard, with a turtleneck covering his Glasgow smile, "...he looks like his asshole's as tight as a one-inch pipe. And the lady looks like she'd rather kill me. But you, oh gracious host, you look like you want to party."

Zy brandished a knife, getting into a throwing position. At the same time, Wis stepped in front of her, brandishing a... feather. Zy's colleague, Lester, put his hand on her shoulder. She turned to him, before letting out a huge sigh and lowering her weapon, hiding it back in her sleeve at the flick of her wrist.

"Ah, well," Tabart started, replacing his look of confusion with a gentle smile, "I do like to party! It's why I threw this whole shin-dig!"

He extended his hand outwards.

"If I may have this dance, my lady?"

From Tabart's gesture, Zy's eyes turned red. Actual steam appeared to come off of her head as she glared at Bebe.

"Oh, I'm not much of a dancer, more of a twerker. Hiiiiii!" She laughed at her own joke again. "Besides, that's not what I meant when I said fun." She reached into the shawl she had on over her snow-white dress, revealing a vial of a clear liquid. "So, wanna have some FUN?"

Tabart stepped forward, pulling the woman closer towards him. "You must be careful with what you willing show to the public, Miss," he added, directing her away from their own bodyguards, and more importantly, the paparazzi that had taken post near them. "Though, it seems you may be new to this scene, judging from your attitude, and confidence. I do admire that..."

He paused, glancing around, before returning his gaze towards the woman. "So, who are you?"

Bebe smirked at the sudden movement of Tabart. Her lips curled into a soft smirk as her eyes turned to his female bodyguard. The steam coming off of her head was was big enough to set off a smoke detector now, at least if it was actually smoke. Lester had to keep his hand on her shoulder the whole time to keep her from simply going ballistic. She was so fast that Lester ordinarily had trouble keeping up with her after she started a rampage. Bebe had never seen a more jealous woman in her life.

"Ais Eis Bebe, at your service," she said with a curtsy. "And don't worry about the paparazzi. They just stop you from doing what you want," her fingers started dancing up Tabart's chest, to his neck, and stopping as she slid her finger up to his chin. "Like me, perhaps." She tapped her finger on his nose. "Boop!"

Zy was furious now, struggling against Lester's grip as she tried to rush over to Tabart and slit Bebe's throat. Wis and Sideways stood nearby, at the ready in case she actually managed to get free.

"Besides," Bebe brandished the vial, "It's just water," she said with a wink.

"Bold," Tabart replied, gently guiding Bebe into a spin. "And, what does this *water* do?"

"Let's just say, it's *addictive*."

Tabart smirked. "And what does this *addictive* water do to the body? Any adverse effects?"

"Nothing too major, it's just so good you go on cloud nine. Might even have an out of body experience. It's that good."

"Hmm," Tabart hummed. "And you came all this way to show me this?"

"No," said Bebe, "I came all this way for you to try it."

"Oh." He blinked. "What's in it for me? You do realize I have a party to attend too, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Bebe, "I'm a patient girl. But when you're bored of the party, or just don't have anything else you need to attend to, come find me. And then, maybe we can make a little business arrangement."

Tabart nodded. "Then, how about tonight, over some wine after this party is over? You do know the best deals are often made over alcohol and fine foods."

"Oh yeah, maybe some scented candles. Hiiiii!" She patted him a few times on the cheek. "Maybe after a bite to eat and some drinks you can bite off a piece of me. Or maybe even a bit of Sideways if you want it." She gestured towards her Snakeneck bodyguard. "You know, Snakeneck's are a lot like real snakes." She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "No gag reflex." She pulled back before letting out a loud "Hiiiii". "See you soon Tabart."

Tabart's face turned a slight pink as Bebe wandered off, watching as she disappeared into the crowd yet again, perhaps to meet with another individual.

"Hmm," he hummed, walking in a separate direction, headed back towards his guards. "She tells some really shitty jokes."

Zy marched up to Tabart, her eyes still a scarlet red. "What the hell was that! You flirt with everybody nowadays?"

Tabart put his hands up defensively. "Flirt?! With who?!"

"You know who I'm talking about!" shouted Zy, "that blonde bimbo with the shitty jokes!"

"Oh, with *her*?" Tabart replied, nodding in disagreement. "No, I just wanted to take her away from the cameras, Zy. That's all. If anything, she flirted with **ME**, you know?"

"Whatever," said Zy, the steam rising from her head finally slowing. "You still owe me for later though."

"Of course Zy," Tabart acknowledged. "......But, I did promise that blonde bimbo that I'd have dinner with her later and discuss her product. So, maybe not tonight. But, tomorrow for sure."

Zy squinted at him. "Fine, that's acceptable. But if you screw her, I'm slitting her throat."

Lester let out an exasperated sigh as the trio headed to another part of the party.

### Food Table

Crowds of people, influential or just reporters, and crowds of robots, the poor things made to serve, filled the room with an air of elegance and power alike. Only someone as illustrious and powerful as Tabart could gather a room of such people without all hell breaking loose. After all, who would refuse or tarnish an invite from one such as he? Surely not one such as Madam Raguma. She stood across the room, basking in the aura of the Mile High City’s finest manor, holding a wine class in her palm, the stem slipping between her pointer and middle finger. Her eyes traced across the room ever so slightly, and still finding a way to greet each person who approached her. Still, she lingered, watching Tabart from across the room. Waiting to see who would be first to make a pitch at the shark tank.

“Bubby, darling, keep your eyes on Tabart. Watch those who approach him, especially the ones who look... confident.” Majorum spoke. One could’ve been so absorbed in the beauty and power that was Madam Raguma, that they failed to notice the short Fishman standing next to her. Much like herself, he was dressed to the nines, but his attire held back not to outshine Majorum’s own.

Bubby nodded, discreetly watching the moving crowds to see who’d make their move. “Understood, m’lady.”

It wasn't long after Tabart's conversation with Bebe that he moved towards the food table, intent on grabbing his own glass of wine for himself to enjoy. His eyes flashed a bright red momentarily.

"Ah," he murmured, grabbing his glass and turning towards Ragonda Majorum, a face and name he had seen many times, even if it had not been personally. Tabart took a sip, and approached her, accompanied by his trusty cipher pol agents.

"Madame," Tabart greeted, bowing ever so slightly in his approach, "thank you for accepting my invitation. We are humbled to be in the presence of another fellow entrepreneur; a self made woman at that."

Madam Raguma’s eyes tracked Tabart from the moment she made it to the party. Once he made his way over, it was nonetheless, the best thing to come of her time. Likewise, her assistant, Bubby, pulled himself together to prepare to meet the powerful Tabart.

“Oh, Tabart, you flatter me.” Raguma responded, placing a hand over her mouth as she gave a light laugh. She did her best curtsy, the best and most elegant one she could produce while in her high heels and dress. “I quite love your manor, and the security detail is so dashingly dressed.” Raguma looked to the Cipher Pol accompanying Tabart, quite sharp indeed.

“Ah, but where are my manners. Please do not thank me for the attendance, I would much rather thank you for the invitation. Its not very often I get invited to such a gallery of people.” Majorum looked around the room, swishing the wine around her cup. “I hope you don’t mind my plus one, this is my assistant, Bubby.” She ended, gesturing to the fishman next to her, who bowed in a show of respect.

"Of course not," he commented, bowing in response. "With the recent war, all Yonko, with the exception of the spider empress, have completely fallen from grace, paving way for many pirates to claim their territories and titles for themselves. Traveling is inherently dangerous. Yet, it becomes safer and bearable with the company of one's companions," Tabart explained. "For that reason, I've allowed all of my guest to bring assistants, bodyguards, entire security details if they desire. You are no exception to that, Madame."

As he took a sip of his wine, his features curled in amusement. "Beyond that, I must say that the wine you provided for this gala is amazing. When your company reached out to me and insisted to provide the liquors for this hall, I was blown away. Not many have offered to help throw a party that they have nothing to do with. Especially for free, with material this..." he paused, taking another sip. "delicious."

Majorum couldn’t help but smile softly as she watched Tabart become excited upon taking a sip of her wine. Common folk, Pirates, and Celestial Dragons alike seemed to be infatuated with her products. But she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Yes, the treacherous state of these waters are quite off putting. It’s why I had no qualms with supplying a party like your own, it provides a jovial air after all.” Majorum took in the moment, smiling. There was no reason to beat around the bush. “But we’re both businesspeople, so I’m sure you’re aware I may be wanting something in return~” Majorum responded, her eyes somewhat hot and heavy. Both serious, yet inviting.

"Pardon me but I hope you don’t mind if I intrude upon your conversation Monsieur Tabart, Majorum?" Violet questioned as she made her way towards the duo with a glass of wine held in her hand. "I was hoping too establish a bit of a business dealing with you both that would be beneficial for all."

Given the duo a nod in greeting after decided it would be beneficial for her to try and establish connections with the two most power dealers at the party, perhaps if she played her cards right she could possibly expand her own influence even more within the Underworld.

At that moment, however, this new figure made herself present. Majorum hadn’t fully registered her presence, but now she had. “Oh, its a pleasure to meet you.” Majorum responded, smiling ever so slightly. “Your directness is quite refreshing.”

Tabart almost flinched at Violet's arrival. She was one of the few people, for whatever reason, he couldn't *sense*. Her presence was masqueraded, which was how she suddenly appeared before he and Phoenix during their battle on Nassau, and was how she had done so here. They had a few interactions in the past, but they were usually one-sided; he was left confused, and she was in-control as anyone could be.

"Roxy, welcome!" Tabart greeted jovially, "always straight to the point with you, eh?"

Zy and Lester went on high alert upon Roxy's appearance, moving in an instant to surround her. Zy had a knife pointed at her neck while Lester had his fist cocked back to hit her in the face. But after taking stock of her appearance, they relaxed. They had run into her before, and judging from her demeanor, she meant Tabart no harm. Not being able to sense her presence simply made things more difficult to discern her threat level.

Zy sneered at Majorum, given her somewhat flirty behavior with Tabart, putting her knife back away with a flick of her wrist. She couldn't do anything against Majorum like she could Bebe. And it wasn't just because she was a high-profile target.

Snapping her eyes towards Tabart for a brief second, the glare that she wanted to unleash upon him was carefully hidden deep away within her eyes as was the insanity she had to carefully keep leashed, instead, a polite smile broke upon her face. "Now Now Darling when we are at such important events I would greatly appreciate you referring to me as Violet, it wouldn’t do for the rest of your esteemed guess to judge me based on some of my more .... *Interesting* actions outside the ones I want public." She stated in a voice that appeared to be teasing on the outside but had an underlying tone that wasn’t threatening but held a bit of weight.

Turning towards Majourm, Roxy politely greeted her. "Again I am terribly sorry for intruding but I was waiting for the opportunity to thank Tabart for his actions in helping me acquire something I was chasing for years." She said as her smile became a bit brighter and friendlier as she could feel the darkness crawling ever so slightly beneath her skin.

"However I must admit I am also here to try and establish a bit of business dealing with the both of you, seeing as you both hold some *weight* in the world so to speak." She praised in an underhanded fashion that both hinted yet confirmed at nothing and everything all the same. Before she could continue, she felt the slight shift in the room before she found a knife pointed at her neck while a fist was cocked back in preparation to strike her face.

"Oh my someone is jumpy?" She teased in a light tone unbothered by their actions in the slightest, however, if one should carefully look they would note the room just a tad bit darker and just a bit heavier for a second before it vanished. "Please relax I mean your Boss no harm." she stated in a placid manner while raising her hand in a surrendering manner.

"No need to be so *possessive*." She teased aloud towards them but her eyes briefly meet that of Zy's as she noted the glare towards Majorum. "We-Pardon me, I mean, I am no threat."

"Agreed," Tabart interrupted, clapping his hands to pierce through the fraught silence that filled the atmosphere. "I created Tir Na Nog to serve as a paradise amidst this turbulent and shifting world. I will not tolerate violence of any kind, regardless of who steps within my borders. That is the only law that I have mandated to be declared by the democratic rulers of this nation," he explained.

"Violet," he corrected, "and Majorum...I would be glad to do business with you both. But, let's remain civilized, yes?"

He smiled.

"So, Violet, what did you have in mind for the both of us?"

"You may or may not be aware of my activities in the Underworld, most likely you don’t as I don’t see you as the type to keep up with every single news." Roxy stated as her body relaxed and her mind began working. "Let’s just say I’m a very influential and connected individual within the underworld capable of acquiring anything you want, be it hidden information on your family, the Yonko, the world government etc."

Pausing to allow the information to be digested she continued. "I get you items that even the Celestial Dragons are in capable of acquiring, slaves, weapons, even Devil Fruits are all things that are firmly within my grasp, if Needed I could buy a stock in every major action in the world and slowly take control of its action from the shadows...it would take years but It is possible." Glancing at both Tabart and Majorum briefly to show that she wasn’t one to mix words other than the truth.

"I know you each may have your own connection capable of getting what you want but if you both are so willing, how about we form a partnership once that would benefit all of us? I be some your sole provider and in return you give me a small share in your business...nothing major but just enough that I could turn a decent profit.?"

There was a fraught silence that proceeded as everyone digested the information given to them. There was no doubt that Roxy was quite an intriguing woman, but that was all she was to Tabart: intriguing.

"R-Violet," Tabart quickly corrected, "If I'm remembering correctly, it was you who came to me the last time you needed something of note, and you have been supplied it. To be frank, you already owe me a great debt, one that I don't think anything of wealth could repay. However, above all, I believe that this demonstrates that my ability to gather what I need for myself, and my allies, far surpasses your ability to do so."

He paused momentarily.

"If we forge this deal, I'd be losing out on a lot of business, and I'm not even certain that I would necessarily benefit from your activities in the long-run, or even the short-run. However, I would certainly love to forge *another* contract with you if you are willing."

Having already expected this outcome, Roxy merely nodded in acceptance as she downed the rest of her wine. "Very well what did you have in mind." She questioned in a curious tone as her mind briefly though up backup plans, and mentally judging the strength of each person present on the off chance things fell south.

"Information."

Tabart nodded. "Information is the most important thing in this world. It allows us to formulate decisions, and the more information that you have, the better your decisions can be. As a member of *that crew*, I believe that you can acquire information to me that would be exceedingly useful. If you agree to act as my personal *liaison*, I'll agree to providing you shares."

Narrowing her eyes briefly as Tabart mentioned her crew Roxy frowned behind her glass, while she had no issues agreeing to the deal the fact that he could figure out her affiliation was a bit troubling after all she went through a lot of effort to limit the amount of people who knew her face outside the crew.

"Very well that sounds reasonable, I should of expected you’d want to use my other connections but that’s is the exact reason why I approached you." Nodding in acceptance to the deal she turns her eyes towards Majorum to see if she was willing to forge a deal similar to the one she offered earlier or if she had another deal she wished to broker.

"And you my dear? What do you say about this matter?"

Majorum’s eyes rested on Roxy, an unspoken presence from her being. She was somewhat steady around Roxy, even imposing to someway. But still, she seemed to weave caution into her words. “Ah, as much as I’d like to think about an offer from such a dashing devil such as yourself, I’d wish to avoid doing any business in the Underworld. Even discussing this, let alone handing a share of my company to you, is incriminating.”

Smiling slightly towards Majorum, Roxy’s eyes twinkled a bit in amusement at the compliment as while she didn’t get the dealing she was looking for she had accomplished on of her own personal goals.

"I suppose that is a fair statement, oh well I do hope one day we could do business but even I know when not to push an issue." She replied in amusement before turning back towards Tabart.

"Now Tabart Darling Don’t let me hold you, I know you have other interesting people you wish to greet." She stated as she glanced around the room noting a few other people she wanted to discuss business with.

As Roxy departed, leaving in as quick of a fashion as she appeared, Tabart let out a sigh of relief, before returning his attention towards Majorum. "Apologies for that...Violet is a tad bit, unaware, of how business is supposed to be conducted," Tabart acknowledged. "However, you mentioned something before she appeared. Something about a return investment on your hospitality, no?"

“Oh, no need, she’s a sharp shooter. But for her, buts both a strength and a weakness.” Majorum responded. She held the wine glass to her face, tipping it ever so slightly as to take a sip of the wine. Sadly, she wasn’t as fond of the taste as others. Only because, as the manufacturer of this fine wine, she’d taste tested enough.

Majorum’s eyes widened a but as Tabart brought up her words from earlier. “Ah yes, well with my wine business being conducted on Lignum, its only become natural that I dip my toes into botany. As you know, I do deal a bit with construction materials as well. I’ve trademarked the usage of Labemsteel after all. But in a way, the study of Labemsteel is also biology, the substance has an odd bit of organic traits. Primarily growth. I do believe, that if we combine my research of the ore, and your prowess with plant life, we could produce some rather remarkable things.”

Majorum took another sip, her eyes tracking the features of Tabart’s face. “Don’t you agree?”

Tabart tilted his head in confusion, as if his interest was peaked. "Organic properties? Growth? Are you telling me that your steel has the ability to replicate itself, much like plant-life can?"

“Indeed, although in order to have life you must consume life. Or in the way the steel works, it consumes the rocks and dirt around it. It’s an interesting form of life, and its capable of being manipulated. That monster, Madam Raguma, she’s taken the liberty of manipulating them for sinister things.” Majorum spoke, trailing off like she always did. But still able to reel herself in. It was a talent.

Majorum’s eye’s tracked the snack bar for a bit, she lightly tapped Bubby’s shoulder. He’d track her eyes, seeing what she desired. And he made his move to acquire it. “Ah, excuse me, Sir Tabart.” Bubby spoke, making his way pass. A smile.

“But yes, the steel possesses something that functions similar to cells in living beings.”

His confusion was replaced with a look of awe. Never had he heard of something so intruiging in his life, but the moment that Majorum confirmed what he had thought, ideas sprung into his head. "But what if it didn't have to consume the rock and dirts, Madame?" Tabart inquired, continuing to his next thought. "I've been recently working with the brightest minds to find methods of extracting raw material from the soil: it is rich, afterall, but so many processes are ineffecient in extracting it from the earth. But, I've found that species of my plants are quite suited to extracting toxic metals."

He smiled. "It's a process i call phytomining; the plants absorb the metals through their roots, and absorb them into their sap. You can drain this sap from them, and directly extract the metals out of them. This could do two major things for your business: One, It'd reduce cost for mining. Instead of dedicating so much manpower and energy to pulling ore from the earth, you can use my plants to extract them. Two, it'd purify the soil for your wine business, making grapes, and various other plants more suitable to grow in environments that were once toxic for them."

He folded his hands across his body. "But, back to my major point. What if it didn't have to consume the soil? Would it be possible to sacrifice plant-matter in exchange for the growth of your steel?"

Majorum rocked her head forward and backwards ever so slightly as she nodded along to Tabart’s words. Her face was a contained joy and interest, her disposition shifting as to show her growing excitement. This phytomining, it surely was a interesting and profitable investment. “I knew there was none better to approach than THE Benjamin Tabart, a man who’s brain is as handsome as his face.”

The woman merely wished that she had a devil fruit that could further her business ventures. But nevertheless, she’d already dug into the inquiry Tabart had made. “I isolated a small piece of the steel with a Kotta Fruit, the result of the experiment was a seed that sprouted a plant with a few distinct traits. The most I could do with this was a strong and sturdy, yet flexible material. Afterwards, I chose to isolate a larger piece of the steel.” Majorum’s face grew a bit stiffer, “Due to the greater complexity of a plants make-up in comparison to dirt, the results were less of a greater growth and more of a fusion. Similar to the previous experiment, the two subjects traded their traits to a degree. The resulting plants could produce several times the fruit in less than half the time due to the steels absorption and growth capabilities. Some fruits also saw a greater amount of mineral nutrients. The steel, on the other end, seemed to become more dependent on light, I’ve yet to see the properties that this new variant of the steel possesses. Nonetheless, I believe with your vast knowledge and skill in botany, and my own with geology, we could produce some rather fruitful results.”

"Are you sure *you* aren't the smart, pretty one here?" Tabart inquired, a smirk creeping onto the edges of his visage. He was truly impressed. There were few people who have ever approached him with ideas that were supported with testing, and actual scientific data. Usually people either offered him the chance to develop an idea, asked for an investment while promising some return, or already gave him a finished product. However, there was potential here for the two companies to develop together, and that was often an opportunity he was never presented.

"I'm very interested in your proposal, though, Madame Majorum," Tabart added, "I really think that we can do something interesting, creative, and beneficial for the both of us."

This was the bodyguards least favorite part of their job. Zy's scarlet eyes were once again boring a hole through Majorum's head as she thought of all the ways she could flay her skin. It was just business, plenty of people were a little flirty when doing business, but it angered Zy to no end. But unlike with Bebe, she seemed to have a little bit more self-control with Majorum, likely because she was actually an established businesswoman as opposed to an up and comer. She'd likely be missed by several important people.

Lester's reasons for disliking this part of the job were much more simple. Lester just didn't like dealing with his partner's rage. Out of all the Gerongians in the world, he was paired with the only one that got angry.

Majorum beamed with excitement, letting out yet another one of her faux laughs. Raising her hand to cover his mouth, and going through all the motions, yet releasing no sound. “So too do I, Tabart. Ah, but I’m sure you have other guest you need to entertain. Hopefully we’ll be able to delve more into this new business venture soon.”

Bubby returned, a plate in hand filled with foods that he knew his boss would enjoy. He handed it to her, Majorum taking it with a delicate hand, her excitement growing to take a bite. But not before finishing her conversation with Tabart.

“My people still stay in contact with your people, hopefully we’ll be able to set up a meeting soon.” Majorum finished.

Tabart nodded in agreement. "Have your people tell my people to contact me directly, Majorum."

He turned towards Zy and Lester, giving them a brief smile indicating that he was prepared to move on, before returning his attention back to Majorum. "Perhaps we have our meeting over dinner. Though, I can't promise that it'll be as delicious as what Bubby grabbed you," Tabart jested.

"Anyway, don't forget me!"

Majorum smiled. “A dinner sounds lovely.” The woman replied, taking another delicate bite of the food. “How could I ever forget a man like you?” She covered her mouth again, visually producing a faux laugh once more.

Tabart nodded in agreement, before taking his leave, headed in the direction of some more folk to speak with. "That's a nice woman," he commented.

Zy looked at Tabart out of the corner of her eye. "*He's an idiot sometimes. Makes me wonder why I picked him.*"

Bebe leaned against a wall, watching the partygoers pass by. It had been quite an eventful day for her so far, multiple connections made already for her growing "business", but there were still more to be had. She was greedy after all. One only got into this type of business if they were in it for the money. And then she spotted her, a relatively tall, young-looking woman in an elegant dress as she walked along. Bebe's lips curled into a smile as she walked up to her.

"Hey there you pretty, little thing," said Bebe, as she moved away from her spot, "mind if I join you?"

Wis, standing behind her, cleared his throat, reminding his boss of his and Sideways' presence.

"Oh, and I guess my bodyguards too. Hiiiiiii!"

Majorum looked to the woman who’d approached her, eyeing her up and down. A smile of her own as Bebe seemed to flirt. “Oh please, be my guest.” Majorum spoke, resting her head in her left palm as she traced Bebe’s features.

Bubby’s eyebrows perked ever so slightly at Bebe’s laugh, but he kept it to himself as to not draw any unwanted attention.

"So," Bebe began, "ya like to party?" As she spoke, she reached into her shawl, pulling out a small vial of a clear liquid. "You just look like someone that could benefit from a little FUN."

“The party is extravagant, a few shady figures however.” She spoke, her eyes lingered on Bebe for a moment, then shooting over to that woman who had some weird mummified creature walking around with her. “I really could do with some fun, anything in mind?” She spoke, not quite noticing the vial.

Bubby however, took note. Tapping on Majorum’s shoulders as he alerted her. “I believe she’s offering you some type of substance.”

Majorum’s eyes returned to Bebe, noticing the vial. “Oh, silly me, seems I was too caught up in your beautiful dialect. Just as beautiful as the lips it flows from.” Majorum’s eyes narrowed with intent, pointing at the vial. “So, what’s fun about this?”

"Oh, quite the charmer you are! Hiiiii!" Bebe laughed. "Just a special concoction I cooked up with the help of a friend. No negative side effects, just makes you feel 'really' good! Although, I would recommend doing it someplace a little more private. If anyone asks though, just tell them it's water. Or a laxative. Whichever seems more plausible. Hiiiiii! I know women like you prefer to keep up appearances." She cupped her face with both hands as she looked at Majorum through half-lidded eyes.

"Oh, it's a really niche substance," said Bebe, "none of the ingredients are illegal. And this certainly hasn't been in the general market long enough to become illegal. But I imagine a beautiful, strong, businesswoman such as yourself wouldn't be caught dead doing drugs at a high-profile party such as this. Hiiiiii!"

“Indeed, it would be unfitting for me to be seen doing such a thing. I’m already in a room filled with Underworld affiliates.” Majorum raised her wine glass to her mouth, taking a long sip. She traced the rim of the glass as she sat it down. After circling the rim a few times, she looked to Bebe. “God forbid I get caught talking to one of them, especially the vocal ones. You wouldn’t happen to be such a figure, would you?” Majorum inquired, gently placing her finger in her mouth as she sucked off any residue of the wine that had gotten onto it. Her eyes still on Bebe.

"I don't know," said Bebe, almost transfixed by Majorum's beauty, "maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Hiiiii! Regardless, I'd love to have you on my island some time. It's called Cliffside, beautiful place. Maybe we could have some tea, get to know each other a little better, and maybe even hash out some business deals. I work in the pharmaceutical market."

Majorum gave a brief smile. “Oh, you’d love to have tea with a boring businesswoman like me? I must confess, your jovial personality makes you quite hard to figure out.” Majorum stood from her chair, Bubby assisting by pulling her chair out. She ran her hand underneath the bottom of her wine glass before delicately placing it on the table, yet closer to Bebe’s side than before. The base of the glass seemed denser than before. Like something was placed inside. “I’d love to chat more, but I’m sure you understand I must be careful who I associate with. I have plenty who pray on my downfall.”

"Oh, I would never do anything of the sort to you!" said Bebe, "I'm just a blossoming businesswoman is all, trying to make my way in the world. But if you ever change your mind, here's my business card." Bebe slid it across the table towards Majorum. Just gimme a call and I'll have an Eternal Pose sent to you so you can come visit me. There's also a little scratch and sniff sample of some 'perfume' I've been working on, if you're ever feeling particularly bored. Hiiiii!"

Bubby grabbed the business card in Majorum’s steed. He slipped it into his pocket before nodding to Bebe, it was the least he could do. “It was a pleasure, hopefully once we’ve confirmed your legality we’ll be able to establish some sort of deal.” The fishman gave a polite smile.

Majorum didn’t look back at Bebe nor did she speak a word. She simply stood and began to depart from the table. And as usual, she expected Bubby to follow without order.

And that he did, having done his best to keep the end of the interaction somewhat friendly.

Bebe let out a happy sigh as she watched Majorum walk away. "She's really pretty, isn't she?"

"Sure," said Wis, "really short though." Wis covered his mouth again at his verbal tick, with Sideways covering her's as she stifled a laugh.

Bebe got up to her feet, stretching a little as she did so. "Alright, I'm gonna go do drugs in the bathroom. You guys watch the door."

"Hey, Bebe," said Sideways, holding Majorum's wine glass in her hand.

"Yes, honey? Hiiiiii!"

Sideways rolled her eyes. Bebe said that every time Sideways addressed her that way. She simply handed a small piece of paper to her boss. Bebe's eyes quickly scanned the card, a devilish grin appearing on her face. "Change of plans. Let's get out of the limelight for a little while guys."

Bebe quietly snuck into the storeroom. She had been extra careful to make sure no one had seen her go inside, and had Wis and Sideways posted near the entrance to make sure people wouldn't go near them either, as well as notify her when it was or wasn't safe to leave. "Hello?" Bebe whispered, looking for the woman she was to rendezvous with.

Silence filled the air, there was no verbal response. Instead, there was the sound of a clap that sounded throughout the room. It seemed to bounce off the walls, making it hard to pin point the exact origin.

“So, you offered me some fun?” Majorum sat atop a crate, eyeing Bebe as she got a good look at the person who entered the room.

A smirk covered Bebe's face as she reached into her shawl, pulling out a small vial. "Technically, I offered you some *FUN*."

Majorum raised a brow, “Thats what I said, fun.” Her gaze then turned to the vial. “Though, going by your emphasis, I’m going to guess FUN is the name of your drug.”

"Yeah, I got the ingredients from this playboy Mink," said Bebe, "he's kind of an idiot, didn't know what he was sitting on. Hiiiii! But one swig of this stuff and you'll be in ecstasy."

“I see.” Majorum spoke, leaning back a bit as she watched Bebe’s excitement over the substance. “Well then, shall we start?”

Bebe took out the vial, a smirk still on her face, and handed it to her fellow businesswoman. "Start out with just a sip. It can be a little intense for first timers."

Majorum grabbed the vial, her pinky stretched as she raised it to her nose for a sniff. “How instant are the effects?”

As she would smell it, Majorum would find that the contents of the vial were nearly odorless, almost as if one of Bebe's earlier claims was that it was just water was actually true. "Pretty instant, but you'll feel even more after a few seconds."

"Bebe!" Wis slammed the door open to look into the room, "Tabart's about to..." his voice trailed off upon the realization of what was happening. Two powerful and beautiful Underworld brokers were lying on their backs giggling. Wis sighed as he walked over to Bebe, talking a small flask out of his pocket. He uncorked it and waved it under Bebe's nose, and she immediately sat up, eyes clearing as she stopped giggling.

"Where are we? What time is it? What year is it?" she fired off rapid questions as her eyes darted around the storeroom.

"What every happened to not getting high off our own supply?" said Wis.

Bebe shook her head, regaining her senses. "I'm sorry, Majorum just makes it look so cool."

Wis sighed as he helped Bebe to her feet. "Tabart's about to make a major announcement."

"Oh! Well then, we better not keep him waiting then!" Bebe began to walk outside the door, but Wis stopped her.

"What about her?" he gestured towards the still high woman behind her.

"Oh yeah..." Bebe took the vial from Wis and walked over to Majorum, waving it underneath her nose.

### Cozy Corner

In a place where many different people of various factions gathered, one would assume that those of the World Government would get a welcoming greeting. After all, Tabart is part of the Shichibukai, and he represents the World Government because of said disposition. The prominent military force of the World Government is too seen roaming the area. The Marines who worked so diligently in order to bring order to the world were too represented. And given the situation, it was rather difficult for a certain one to remain calm.

Having traveled across the seas of the New World with high-powered jet propulsion to quickly traverse it, she had arrived rather early and observed the newcomers who just kept gushing into the island for the party. And she wasn’t alone either. She brought an ally- More or less- Whom she had to literally pull along with a collar and a leesh. A collar made out of seastone, and the leesh made out of the very same material. To the New World she was certainly a newcomer. A face that has not been seen before in these particular parts of the sea, but one that had grown infamous on the other side of the Grand Line.

A woman with a slender, petite figure, long white hair, pale skin, and blue eyes with white pupils. She almost looked like a completely different person. A new design, as if she had an entirely new body altogether. A shift from the dominant blue to a more prominent white. After having finished all her business in Paradise, she moved to the New World, and had immediately been given her Vice Admiral promotion. A new sea, yet the same work to be done.

Phoebe is present.

“My my… Would you look at that. So many different people are gushing in. I’ve already seen a few who show some great potential. Indeed, this sea is truly brimming with these kinds of people! I can barely contain myself. But, for the sake of Tabart, I need to hold back. It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen him in person. His words, oh, I could never forget them! I was truly honored back then, and I am once again honored to be invited to his own personal land! I need to be on our best behavior. And this especially counts for **you** too, my dear friend.”

Phoebe talked to the person she had to literally drag along. Holding onto the chain attached to the seastone collar located around their neck. Continuously pulling at it to make sure that she won’t try and move around too much. Literally treating them like a dog.

“Don’t say anything stupid, and don’t do anything unles I tell you to. Understood? You know what’ll happen if you don’t listen to me.”

A sinister grin appeared on her face. Phoebe hadn’t changed her ways. She might look significantly different, but she was ultimately the same person. Suppressed feelings of malice and the desire to experiment and discover. And now, she held even higher authority within the ranks of the Marines.

*“I have no reason to be here. Why did she have to drag me along? Am I some kind of trophy to her? Probably am. This sick, twisted woman is probably only waiting for the perfect opportunity to let loose.”*

She thought to herself while quietly watching the other people who were having a way, WAY better time than she was having. Her strength was being drained due to the seastone, and she couldn’t even explore the area at her own leisure. Treated like some kind of strange animal. She was a very tall woman, and none could see her face, as it was concealed with a mask that resembled a fox. Red cloth and bandages covering every part of her skin. She was practically a mummy.

Never having met one of these Shichibukai before, all she knows is that they were pirates who pledged allegiance to the World Government. Which made it incredibly difficult for her to make sense of Phoebe, who’d normally go ballistic the moment the word “pirate” is even muttered. Hell, the mere act of thinking about the word in her vicinity is going to tick her off. If only shutting off her brain was possible.

The loud voices of everyone just enjoying themselves filled her with great jealousy. It’s not as if she didn’t have the chance to enjoy herself recently, but every second of being chained to this collar, being so close to this awful woman is draining her feeling of freedom at a rapid pace. Can’t say anything stupid, or do anything.

“**Bite me**. As long as it’s just you and me, I am going to say whatever I want. What’re you gonna do, make a fuss about it, even though you said you want to be at the best of your behavior? **Bitch**. I hope that one day you choke on the shit that you keep saying.”

The calm expression that Phoebe tried to maintain on her face very quickly shifted to one of great annoyance. But even then, she was trying to suppress these feelings when around other sophisticated people, and not this barbarian on a leash that she has brought alongside her. She was important, which is why she brought her. But she is so difficult to handle. Phoebe can imagine what she’d try and pull if that seastone collar wasn’t around her neck.

“Hey hey now, don’t get too overzealous, just because I am the only one you are talking to. You should know better to respect me! How many more times do I need to discipline you until you finally start being a quiet girl who just follows orders? At least do me the favor of barking more than biting, because I’d hate to have to discipline you where everyone can see us. Don’t embarrass yourself more than you already have!”

While she certainly wanted to be more threatening, she can’t help but admit that she has to hold herself back from lashing out. What are people going to think if she starts acting out? The two were all by themselves, and considering what she could’ve said, this was basically nothing more than some harmless bickering. She sighed, staring around and looking at the people, while also observing the androids that were working for Tabart.

“Look at those androids. Made with cheaper material and not made for fighting. Yet they are still adorable nonetheless! I just love watching them move and work around as if they are people. Artificial intelligence is truly a wonderous thing. I wonder if they all go to the break room together and talk to each other about what happened today. That’d be so cute, wouldn’t you agree? I am sure Benjamin Tabart has been taking good care of them as well.”

“Ah yes, bathe yourself in your own compliments, since right now, you’re the only person who even cares. I could never call these things cute, considering who they were made to resemble. To me it’s just creepy as all hell that you’d make androids in your own image, and then even treat them like your own children. I know you’re sick in the head, but come on. I bet Tabart guy is exploiting you so that he can get free, unpaid labor, and you’re eating right out of his hand! So oblivious for a self-proclaimed genius. You’re only as smart as I can throw you, which, admittedly, would make you very smart…”

Even now she was having none of this. She just wanted to go home. A place that she can actually consider home, preferably, and not being constantly tied to this maniac of a woman with a collar around her neck. Being here would’ve been a lot more fun if she wasn’t shackled to this horrendous woman. She wishes she could just rip the collar apart and do whatever she wants to do. Not even caring who is participating and just digging into the food this place had to offer.

“I also didn't take you for the social kind. I thought you spend most of your days alone in that confined bunker you call a workshop while building more of those dolls that you call androids. There’s so many here it’s eerie. I might as well ask you why you had to drag me along with this. Isn’t there a high risk I am just going to insult this precious Tabart you are talking about? Don’t tell me you got a thing for him.”

This whole act was seriously getting on her nerves. Even in such a lavish place that has been established by Tabart, she is unable to make this woman shut up or at least behave. How much she’d just love to discipline her right here, right now. Yet she knows that it would be a very bad idea to make a fuss in this situation, and she was abusing that fact in order to mess with her.

“You being unable to appreciate my work just goes to show that you are simply impossible to deal with. You don’t seem to understand what makes Tabart so great. Unlike other pirates, he is allied with the World Government. If all pirates just did the bidding of the World Government, then we wouldn’t have to take care of them. And there is also a good reason why you are here. You’re going to set an example. So, pat yourself on the back, since for the first time in your life, you’re actually going to be useful for something.”

“Oh yeah, of course you’d worship the guy who threw away his own freedom to work for the dogs that try and rule over this world. A guy like that can’t be called a pirate. He’s just another puppet working for the World Government. I certainly can’t wait to be an example, hoo boy, what a great honor to be useful to the oh so great Phoebe. Don’t make me laugh. Oh wait, I can’t even laugh, because **THE MERE PRESENCE OF YOU MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO EXPRESS JOY!**”

Durga was waltzing through the maze of rooms, holding her head craned up to admire the clusters of chandeliers projecting a shower of rainbow lights on the cheering crowd. The heels that Tabart's assistant had given her pounded with impalpable sweetness on the soft velvet floor, displaying a fast but measured, almost feline rhythm. Durga had hardly ever worn high heels - the mercenary job strongly discouraged any form of impractical garments – but she was a notorious fast learner, getting a full grasp of this new kind of shoes with nothing but few steps.

The assistant herself had congratulated on how fast Durga learned to get the gist of an elegant walk in her first try. She congratulated herself even more for the kind of dress she was able to prepare for Legionnaire: a burgundy, button-down dress with partially detached sleeves, popping from her black thigh-high stocking and three inches stilettos. Red and black mingling nicely with the natural blue of her hair. The assistant swore she would have made every men’s head spin and her direction, as well as those of many women. The happy and festive atmosphere made Durga far more accepting of such behavior, though she would have still flung out of Tir Na Nog any idiot who went too far with the pervy behavior.

The first half of the party went smoothly: a few greetings here, a few cocktails and a few appetizers there as she sauntered around to reach the Shichibukai. All the while she observed the P-Droid maids with a great deal of fascination and intrigue, even performing an impromptu scan of their internal structure with small bursts of light waves of all possible spectrum streamed in rapid succession.

The first results were not too impressive: well-constructed chassis, but of light materials of moderate quality. A choice in design Durga found to be rather sensible since it made little sense to waste precious materials for simple, mass-produced non-combat units. That made the subsequent gaze into their A.I. far more impressive: a complex web of artificial neurons interwoven with a precision comparable to a real brain. Electrical patterns that were barely less complex than those observed in real organisms of human-level intelligence. In short words: sapience and sentience.

Astonishing. Dr. Weil had told Durga Phoebe was a prodigy, but to craft servants endowed with such a strong A.I. from unremarkable materials was a display of genius. The Iron Legion has scrupulously observed every step of P.B. Inc.’s meteoric rise in Paradise robotics market, quickly establishing eminence and spreading terror in the hearts of pirates and criminals.

One could just wonder what Phoebe’s talent could accomplish if she became an ally of the Iron Legion and combined her ingenuity with Midium’s vast resources and consummate expertise. The fact that Midium was still, officially at least, a part of the WG, made planning for a partnership not only possible but highly likely as well! Maybe Phoebe was among the guests invited by Tabart, working her way to expand her business.

“YEEEEEEESSSS! Two birds with a single stone. WHAT A GREAT DAY FOR SCIENCE!”

The excitement made the woman flap her arms and perform a jump close to a backflip. Her champagne spilled from the glass and was about to drop on the nearby robot maid. Durga quickly caught the falling beverage and apologized to the robot, then asked if and where Phoebe was at the party.

The robot answered with a polite smile and a gesture toward the room’s corner. There stood a woman whose skin was unnaturally pale, who kept on a leash another, much taller woman donning a mask and ragged clothes. Durga began to ogle at them like an owl, her head bustling with gushing thoughts and positive remarks:

“*Oh, my gosh, those plasma cutters are amazing! They could carve through titanium like a hot knife with butter. The layers of graphene are so finely interwoven it’s more robust than a spiderweb! And those jetpacks pack enough fuel to travel at rocket speed! That’s truly near-top tier engineering packed in a neat design*. *AWESOME!*”

The woman remained silent, motionless, almost petrified. She had kept enough self-control not to think out loud, but not enough to mask the electrical blue twinkle sparkling in her pupils. If either Phoebe or her companion had turned their gaze toward Durga’s direction for a second, they would find a woman staring at them intensely, almost in a trance-like state.

While bickering with Phoebe, she hardly paid attention to the surrounding area. It’s not like she could just walk off and do her own thing anyways, considering how she was literally held by a collar and chain like some kind of dog. An embarrassing display, which makes her all the more glad that she could conceal her face from the public. Fake name and all. She’d hate to have people know her appearance and real name.

Listening to the noisy woman made her look around the place once more to find something to take her mind off. Something to distract her. Something to at the very least be a bit more exciting than this walking, breathing tin can. With a few quick glimpses around the area, it didn’t take long for her eyes behind the mask to meet with a peculiar individual. Not as in that they stood out, but because they were staring in a very uncomforting way. But, those eyes, they didn’t seem to be staring at her. But rather, Phoebe.

*“What the hell is this crap, why is that chick staring at her rather than me? No wait, I know, it’s because Phoebe acted out in public and caught her attention! Now is perhaps the time to finally give her some well deserved embarrassment! And perhaps even get someone else to talk to. I am seriously getting sick of this woman.”*

She thought to herself. Staring back with great intention, she raised her voice in order to grab the attention of the woman who seemed to be spacing out while staring at Phoebe.

“Oi, you there, with the rack! It’s rude to stare, so the least you can do is come closer and chat with us, why don’t you? Don’t worry, she is the only weird one of us two. I am much more reserved and, without a doubt, way, WAY less insane than the nutcase next to me! Sorry if she left a bad impression, she tends to do that quite a lot!” She said with a raised voice so that more than just the woman staring at them could hear it.

The gradually increasing annoyance was really getting on Phoebe’s nerves. She was already difficult enough to deal with, but now she was just openly antagonizing her, and trying to make other people perceive her as some kind of fool. This woman had no shame anymore. With one hand around the chain attached to the collar, she tightly pulled at, and with her other hand she held onto that long hair of hairs to pull her even closer. So much so that Phoebe’s face was literally pressed against that fox mask that we wore.

“Listen here you scoundrel, If you don’t drop the act, when we get home I will spend multiple nights just coming up with ways to torture you to a point where you are too traumatized to ever open your mouth ever again! Enjoy the fun here while it lasts, because you’ll soon be getting the proper treatment that girls like you deserve.”

She then let go of her again and tried to act casually again. Sighing as she was certainly beyond annoyed at this point. It was one thing to keep this constant bickering between each other, but once she starts to try and grab the attention of others, that’s where she draws the line. And she should’ve known that she’s going to be such a pain. How will she ever get her to behave?

“AHEM… If this proved anything it’s that you’re the weird one, my friend. Anyways, you there, I already sensed that someone was attentively staring at me. If you wish to talk to me, then come closer. On this island, we are all friends, no matter who or what you are. None of us want to break this wonderful party that Tabart has established for us, correct? Come closer, come closer. My name is Phoebe. And this woman next to me is called… Well, she doesn’t really have a name. She’s only known by her code name, MTR-X.”

Durga was too much stuck in her head to listen to the tall girl's invitation to converse. Had the Legionnaire paid enough attention, she would have come by gladly… and tell her to never make comments about her chest again. Politely, at first, but if the woman insisted, she would be on a one-way trip to the cold waters surrounding the island-sized plant.

Her heed was entirely focused on Phoebe, admiring every nut and bolt of her metallic body in all its excellence. Durga quickly noticed that a part of the Marine was still human; the brain, which she saw being flooded an intense burst of synthetic hormones as she was having a chat with the girl on the leash. They spoke too softly for Durga to hear, but she clearly detected a strong feeling of rage and murderous, sadistic intent. The kind of cruel intentions she found way too many times in many of her comrades in the Legion and several mercenaries she had to work with. For such a young and respected Marine, it was unquestionably appalling.

Oh well… maybe that woman she brought really deserved that fate. Perhaps she had been a criminal of the worst kind, a mass-murderer, a marauder, or other types of a naughty girl. Maybe she had murdered somebody close to Phoebe, a colleague perhaps. The world was filled to brim with violent, insane scum. After everything Durga has witnessed and faced, she should not have been so perplexed or perturbed. Either way, the words of Phoebe snapped the Legionnaire out of her spaced-out state, breaking the spell.

"Oh right! My name is Durga. Very pleased to make your acquaintance," she said as she walked by the two women, ready to shake hands.

"I am a representative of Midium and a guest of Tabart. I was just being impressed by how well the layers of graphene are well compiled within your endoskeleton. To say nothing on how complex is the A.I. architecture of your P-Droids is. An average computer engineer would have never gone the extra mile as you did just for building maids! *Wait*…"

A sudden shock painted Durga's face white first, then crimson, her eyes staring wide open and shutting their superhuman sight. Voicing out her exact actions made her realize that she had just committed a major violation of poor Phoebe's privacy *and* made herself look like a massive creep to boot! And she even got the nerve to be annoyed at people staring at her chest! If the Legion had developed tools to measure hypocrisy, Durga's results would break any scale.

From the realization, it immediately followed a prostration on the Vice Admiral's feet. The Legionnaire expressed her remorse with the most tear-filled voice.

"**IAMSORRYIAMSORRYIAMSORRYIAMSORRYIAMSORRYIAMSORRYIAMSORRYIAMSOOOOSOOORRRRYYYYYWHATASTUPIDDUMBPERVIAM!!!!**"

“Aww jeez, look at what you did Phoebe. Didn’t even say a word back, yet you made the poor girl cry. You weren’t even trying to be a terrible person just now, but you just passively emit that radiant aura of horribleness. That could be its own unique ability all by itself. Screw that hand-o-shaking thing or whatever it was called that you can do. You clearly don’t need it.”

Even after those threats, “MTR-X” as she was supposedly called couldn’t help but to still jab at Phoebe regardless. Although in a way that wouldn’t try and grab the attention of surrounding people. Completely unfazed by any threats, regardless of how vile they are. Even though, as she said, she is well aware that Phoebe is the kind of person who would do just that.

But watching that girl overreact, and after thinking about what she said, she quickly determined that she must have some scientific knowledge as well. But the fact that she somehow knew the details was quite strange. How can someone tell that Phoebe has the armor or whatever from just looking at her.

“Calm down girl, you are completely right. Phoebe uses her knowledge to make those robot maids. Hey, you want to know something funny? She considers those things her children. Yeah, she couldn’t cope with the fact that no man would ever want to go out with her, so she decided to build her own kids. Probably shouldn’t have replaced her womb with a functioning toaster.”

At this point, Phoebe had become too worn out. She kept getting angry at her, yet nothing worked. Why even bother anymore at this point. Even she had her limit. She slowly inhaled and let all that air out in a long sigh. Might as well just let her keep talking if she is not going to shut up anyways. Those creative insults were at least a sign that her brain still worked, so it wasn’t all too bad.

“Ah… As you said, you represent Midium, correct? I’ve heard that it is quite a large location that’s become famous for its technology. It would certainly explain why you are so knowledgeable about my constitution. Although, I haven’t met anyone who could point these kinds of things out by just looking at me. And, my androids are more than just maids. One of my greatests interests is artificial development, and the androids are creations that are just a few years old.”

She explained while looking around in the crowd to spot out a single one of the androids that wasn’t currently occupied with anything. And as if transmitted telepathically, the android rushed over towards the small group and respectfully bowed- Even lifting her skirt with both of her hands to do a charming little curtsy.

“Miss Phoebe, It is an honor to see you again. The last time we’ve seen each other was the day you’ve sent me to work under the care of Benjamin Tabart. And I wish to inform you that my work is going well.” The android talked.

“I’m glad to hear that. You and your sisters seem to be quite busy around here. But, I am confident that you all can do your work well. After all, I’ve made you! Excuse me for calling you here on a whim, I just wanted to reassure the situation.” Phoebe responded.

“Understood. Please excuse me.”

With that, the android left in order to head back to work. Phoebe showcased the behavior of her creations, and the android showcased its intelligence by telling them just how her work had gone. After all, it’s been many, many months now since she’s sold those androids to Tabart. They were not made for battle, yet they are highly effective workers who can quickly recharge by doing nothing more than resting, and can work without breaks. Making them highly efficient workers.

“It always moves my heart when I talk to one of them. Seeing them develop their own thoughts is always fascinating to witness. One of my androids, Three being the name given to her, actually joined up with that blasted Azrael... And another one of my androids got kidnapped and forced to join a pirate crew. While anyone would get upset about it, I see it as opportunities to find out more about their behavior. With the knowledge I have gathered, I’ve been able to upgrade my androids to a new level.”

Phoebe thought about how much like herself, her androids are going to look different too now. But, just like with herself, their new design is like a new beginning, as they all would have made some rather drastic changes. The new appearance of Phoebe wasn’t just for show after all. While a certain change in style was certainly welcome to switch things up, before heading to the New World, Phoebe made sure to give herself the necessary upgrades to assure her success in the more dangerous half of the Grand Line.

“I work with the philosophy that nothing is ever truly perfect. Work on everything thinking that it could always be better. Strive to be better, strive to work better, and promise yourself that, as long as there is no known limit for something, that you keep improving without stopping. For as long as I live, I will dedicate my life to my one true passion: **Science**.”

Heartened by Phoebe's charming, passionate words, Durga rose from her apologetic position to stare at the fellow cyborg face to face. Her posture returned to the usual tall and proud, bowing slightly to respond to the lovely cutesy of the P-D droids. Tears of remorse became tears of pride and joy.

What a speech! What an awe-inspiring passion! What a great dedication to her craft! Phoebe was everything a young scientist should be, everything the Iron Legion valued in a budding genius waiting to be ripened. Perhaps her attachment to her droids was cumbersome and excessive, but Durga couldn't help to admire that level of enthusiasm, and even that level of care, to an extent.

"Phoebe-san. If the Iron Legion lives by any creed, it's contained in the magnificent words you have just stated. The Midium empire is a hub of scientific and technological development. We strive to make breakthroughs in every discipline known to man, from chemistry to genetic engineering to robotics. Always seeking to improve upon our knowledge and technical expertise for the betterment of mankind. We pride ourselves in cultivating talent everywhere we find it."

Durga slowly waved a hand in front of the women. A metallic grain sheen started to creep over the palm, then spreading to the fingers and slithering through the forearm till it disappeared into burgundy sleeves of the woman's dress. Meanwhile, the blue glow returned within her eyes, wrapping the pupil's black dots in a wreath of light. A similar ring of blue light appeared close to her heart, pulsing with the same pace as the sparkling sclera.

"I can also be called a cyborg, miss-Phoebe, despite my human appearance suggesting nothing. The Iron Legion had performed improvements on my body practically since I was born, granting me powers beyond the realm of human possibilities."

At this point, the conversation was like listening to two mothers who had randomly come across each other on the street, and are now talking to each other without a way to get away from them. Literally, since Phoebe had her on a collar and chain, so she was forced to listen to all of this. The fancy displays, the technology talk… She seriously couldn’t care less about it. She was more so someone who was in for things for the simple enjoyment of them. But she can’t find any enjoyment in this whole place.

So she sat through the whole conversation, and even though her face wasn’t visible due to the mask, her body language made up for it, by constantly shifting around in various positions of leisure and staring off into the distance. Not even trying to hide that she had no interest in any of the tech talk that the two of them got into. It’s not like that she could say anything either. Until it came to the last part regarding modification. She did have an opinion about that particular subject.

“Yeah yeah… Science sure opens up human possibilities and stuff, but seriously, if you focus on nothing but machinery, technology and all that other sci-fi stuff, you’re not gonna get far on that alone. Sure, science gives you all sorts of fancy gadgets, but you can’t always rely on that. Which is why I put all of my faith in my own body! The way I see it, making your body stronger through physical experience is a better method to stay consistent! I used to have a body to be proud of, but now… It’s been defiled. Defiled by Phoebe’s experiments. I can’t even call this my own body anymore.”

Her mood suddenly dropped when she reminded herself of what has been done to her. The mask, the bandages, the clothes- They were all there to cover as much of her body as possible. This wasn’t just Phoebe’s choice, but her own as well. Her body no longer feels like her own after everything that had happened to it. And these memories of what happened were burnt deep into her mind.

Even though she had already shown how she is perfectly fine with messing with Phoebe, despite her threat, upon remembering and recollecting those memories, the sheer feeling of horror is overcoming her. She clenched her fists while trying to keep herself together, but even that little bit of exerted pressure made one of the strands of the bandages covering her arms pop open. As she noticed that, she immediately wrapped the bandage back around her arm, as to not risk showing any of her skin.

“Your admiration towards this woman will only persist for as long as you don’t know more about her true side…”

Despite how her sentence started, Phoebe actually listened for once. And she must admit, that this very woman did help her realize something rather important about the body. For the longest time, Phoebe’s modifications were purely mechanical. And while the mechanical modifications were certainly still the most dominant aspect about her body, she had realized the hidden potential that slumbered within the body of a human. The potential to constantly grow as long as one put the effort into it.

Then when she went all droopy after, what she thinks is remembering what Phoebe had done to her, she couldn’t help but crack a sinister grin. She had been acting all high and mighty, but now she is finally showing some cracks in her facade. It took some time to get to her mind, as this woman has an insanely powerful will. Yet, the cracks have shown themselves from time to time, which did make Phoebe happy.

“Oh you… You keep saying that I have forever ruined your body, even though all I did was make it better. However… Getting to that point DID take some trial and error and experimenting. And in order to do these experiments, I either needed a lot of people, or one really strong one. You probably already know which one of those two options I thought to be more efficient~ Aaaaah- Hahahahahaaaaa-!! But, I am thankful! Don’t worry. The time we’ve spent together REALLY made me realize something important about my work. However, it’s like I said, as long as there is no limit, keep improving without stopping. **And I see no foreseeable limit with you**.”

At this point, Phoebe wasn’t even trying to hide the sadistic undertone in her voice. Those white pupils of her shrunk to a miniscule level while talking to her. Those implications on her end regarding her true side… She really just wanted to make her seem like the bad person. Even though Phoebe would retort, considering how she considers HER to be far worse, and all that punishment to be rightfully deserved.

That woman is basically her guinea pig.

“Hahaha~! Don’t break your head about it, Durga. She is just overreacting. You and me, we both know that experiments and research are important for development. And she is, well.. My research partner, to say the least. We’ve done all kinds of experiments together already. I hope to assist the World Government to the best of my abilities, using my research.”

Durga swallowed empty air. Her receptors registered an alarming level of fear from “MTR-X” and a far more alarming aura of cold rage and malice arising from the cyborg. Waves of pure poison, of vast sadism. The umpteenth demonstration that first impressions were often accurate and that the leashed woman told the truth. MTR-X still did not know that the Iron Legion was accustomed to people even more unabashedly cruel and brutal than Phoebe ever showed to be. Durga herself had recruited quite a few of them within the ranks of Midium. Putting a smiling face when chatting with the Devil was a second nature of her.

Even with that, MTR-X's anguished laments regarding her body’s fallen state struck a sympathetic chord in the Legionnaire.
Though Durga had just spent congratulatory words for the cutting-edge improvements performed on her body, she held as much pride in her mastery of multiple martial arts due to years and years of grueling training. The Legion and Durga herself had put all the effort possible in capitalizing on the new possibilities offered by her new body, not to rest on the laurels her nanomachines and genetic engineer gave to her. To see a clearly proud warrior being robbed not only of her courage, but her very natural capabilities for growth and improvement felt sad, painful even.

Perhaps Durga could have done something to help the masked woman regaining her natural strength- and maybe ease some of her pain- after she was sure she entered enough in the Vice Admiral’s good graces. Which might never be enough, given the latter feral temper. She could not afford to botch any chance of a partnership; if she did, much stronger shudders of pain and fear would ensue.

“I agree with you, Miss Phoebe. Scientific progress is doubtlessly worth some pain, and mistakes happen almost all the time when searching for the next breakthrough. Can’t have nice omelets without breaking a few eggs, isn’t that correct?” A chuckle came out. Just barely forced; hopefully, Phoebe will not notice.

“We of the Iron Legion are constantly searching new evolutionary paths. Some come with robotics, but others involve can involve a rewrite of a person’s Lineage Factor. Other times is it through the deployment of chemicals; others more is about exploring the different avenues offered by the magical properties of Devil Fruit. The one common thread is that every aspect of human nature must be nurtured to its full potential. Physically, for sure, but mentally as well. Fortitude, dedication, effort. Nothing technology alone works as a replacement for these qualities.”

Durga chose her words carefully, giving an askance glance to the tortured prison. It was a roundabout way to say that she agreed with MTR-X on human flesh’s potential without risking angering Phoebe. Her smile turned wider, though not enough to reach her eyes.

“I bet few from the Iron Legion works as hard as you. I am looking forward to observing your next projects. Surely they will help both the cause of the Marines and plenty of people as well.”

Listening to Phoebe made her so incredibly uncomfortable. Those words and the implications, she understood very well just what Phoebe was talking about. At this point, she had no issue with messing with Phoebe in such a way, because she knew that the same was going to happen once they were back home anyways. It’s nothing that she can escape, and the mere thought of it made her shudder. It’s why she enjoys living in the moment, rather than worrying about what’s to come.

What she has witnessed and been through was downright traumatizing. Yet, she managed to stay sane. If there is one thing that this woman can’t break, then it’s her will, even though it feels like that she is getting closer every day they spend together. She was not hiding that she feels nothing but great hatred towards the modified woman who kept her on a leash. Durga’s words were carefully picked. In a way that would hopefully not tick Phoebe off. She needed serious help. Looking at Durga, she blinked in a particular pattern. As if she was trying to spell S.O.S with her eyes.

Only one problem: She’s wearing a mask, so it was no use. It took her a while to realize that what she was doing is downright dumb, before stopping. If anything, she wanted to convince that girl to not bother with Phoebe anymore. Not trying to get her as an ally, since not even then she can be trusted.

“If by cause you mean her sick, twisted needs, then you’d be right…”

Yet, before a response could emerge from any of the party members, Tabart's voice manifested from a short distance. "Oh, there she goes!"

He took a few steps towards the group of three, accompanied by his trusty bodyguards, Zy and Lester, and smiled. "Durga, I've been looking all over for you. I was concerned that you would get lost among the crowd, but," he explained, looking down at both Phoebe and her companion, "it seems that I was wrong. Why don't you introduce me to your friends?"

While listening to Durga, Phoebe was certainly happy to have finally come across another person with a similar level of knowledge. Even though Phoebe was new to the New World, she has collected vast amounts of information on the entire world, and she has also certainly heard of the Iron Legion. The fact that they could agree on so many things was truly delightful. She was certainly someone Phoebe would consider a potential ally.

At that witty remark of her comrade, Phoebe was ready to once again lash out at her. However, that familiar voice that approached them immediately changed her mind, as looking towards where the sound came from revealed that familiar appearance of the man that she had met all that time ago. She can’t even remember how long it has been already, but seeing her business partner in person again was enough to make her openly express joy.

“Oh, Benjamin Tabart! Am I glad to finally see you again! You might not recognize me due to my new appearance, but I am still the same from last time we’ve met. It’s me, Phoebe! Honestly I see no better way to celebrate my arrival in the New World than to come face to face with a trusted business partner! Things have been going very well for me, as my organization has increased in overall quality! You can count on even better androids in the future. Perhaps even maids that can do more than just work well and look cute!”

She had quite a high tone due to just how giddy she was to meet Tabart again. They have been staying in contact, and Tabart was her top android buyer. His financial support has helped Phoebe improve the quality of her products at an astronomical rate, so of course she’d be absolutely ecstatic about meeting Tabart again. Last time they met in person was when Tabart wanted to engage in business with her.

“If you are surprised about my new appearance, don’t be! If we get the chance to discuss in private, I will fill you in on why I am looking so different now. And, you are also probably wondering who this person next to me is.”

She said, pulling on the chain that kept the both of them close together.

“Oh, I think she’s a bit too dangerous to be without the collar. Even with the collar she’s very dangerous, but she won’t misbehave as long as I am here, don’t worry. Her name is MTR-X… At least, that’s her new code name. But, in the presence of someone as great as Benjamin Tabart? I will allow it. Take off your mask, and **PROPERLY** introduce yourself to Tabart! He is very important to our business as a whole!”

Just when she thought she was about to be getting a whooping for once again having said something rude towards Phoebe, she got distracted by the voice of a man. With someone as out of touch as herself, she had no idea who this purple haired figure was. But of course, Phoebe spouted his full name out in the little chat. The man who stood before them was the guy who started this whole party. The reason why she was even dragged along here. Should she be happy or mad that she finally got to see the guy? She doesn’t know. But he was affiliated with Phoebe, so he must be just as despicable. Or brainless like that fiery idiot called Fahrenknight that Phoebe is so infatuated with for some reason.

Listening to their chatter some more, It had gotten to the point at the end that made even her jump a little in surprise. The fact that she had to hide her face wasn’t something she did for her own amusement, but because Phoebe told her to do so. Taking it off was a big deal, and there had to be a good reason for it. And right now, the person who stood before her was her main business partner, and Durga. Were both of them really to be trusted? They certainly got on her good side already for sure.

“Huh… So, you’re that Tabart guy, huh? I’ve already gotten an earful from Phoebe about you alright. I am in no position to judge you for your choices, but… If you think teaming up with Phoebe was a good idea, then so be it. I could rant on much, much longer, but since Phoebe told me to do it, I might as well introduce myself. I don’t get the chance to do this a lot, so let’s make it worth it.”

With that out of the way- Even while still being generally negative towards Phoebe and what she stands for. Getting the stupid fox mask off her face is going to be quite significant though. Especially for herself, considering how masks might as well become her new identity. She slowly reached for her mask for dramatic effect, and had to pull rather hard just to get it off. As if the thing was glued to her face. Which, considering how long she’s been wearing it, it might as well be.

POP.

The mask had been pulled away from her skin, and away from her face. And behind the mask, the face of a young yet mature woman was revealed. The color of red in those rather small sclera resulted in a downright piercing glare, which was enough to give someone quite a scare. Underneath her left eye there was a black dot- A beauty mark. And on the bottom right of her face, there was a scar protruding onto her face. Upon closer inspection, one could see how these scars just kept going down and down on her own neck even, until the black latex of the bodysuit she wore underneath her red robe obscured her neck as well.

Despite the somewhat intimidating glare, it was hard to deny that this woman was anything short of beautiful. If it wasn’t for that droopy and aggressive stare, she’d probably look even better. She looks very mature, despite the fact that she was actually a few years younger than the woman holding onto her with the chain.

“My name is…” She paused for a brief moment. Taking a deep breath, since it was a name she hadn’t been able to use in a long time.

**“Ryusei Remilia.”**

The Legionnaire was about to introduce Phoebe and MTR-X to Tabart, as well as greeting both of his bodyguards, but Phoebe just rushed in to salute him as a long-time friend and acquaintance. It was the most logical outcome, as Tabart would not have bought all those robot maids without knowing the supplier. With Phoebe ordering MTR-X to reveal her true identity, Durga suddenly felt a spike of interest in knowing who the captive really was.

*Ryusei Remilia*. No emotion came out from the Legionnaire as the former Pirate unmasked her scarred yet still determined visage, except for her fingers slightly fidgeting on the stems of her glass. Durga did not know Remilia personally, nor could she have known her, since The Legionnaire’s activities were mostly confined within the New World regions. That was where the powers governing the planet took their seats and dictated the fate of everything, home of the mightiest beings—the place where the danger was the greatest, but also the opportunities for power.

Because of its paramount importance compared to every other place, very few people in the New World cared for what happened in lesser seas: most veterans would have labeled somebody of Remilia’s caliber as a runt beneath their notice. Durga and her superiors begged to differ: a long history of legendary pirates and no less than the two Pirate Kings coming from the most unimpressive corners of the planet warned against underestimating promising rookies. The Iron Legion was always hungry for knowledge and power and thirsty for talents to nurture; hence, it kept an eye on the most prominent of those figures to be prepared should they ever step into the “adult world.”

Phoebe was one of them, and so was Remilia. Had the Brawler Pirates’ former captain succeeded in reaching, the two would have likely met, as Durga was tasked to ascertain people’s potential as potential allies of the Iron Legion. Alas, Phoebe had them beaten to the punch.

“Ryusei Remilia, I believe I read something about her a while ago. Might be mistaken, but she was a relatively strong pirate, for the standards of Paradise." Durga pondered, then she addressed Phoebe again.

“Did she put up a good fight?”

It was such a simple inquiry. A yes or no question. Did they, or did they not? Do they or do they not? Those questions were simple in nature, but they were often the most complex. They were questions that often were made to lead to other questions, or were just synechdoches of larger contentions. Tabart had heard of Remilia, surely, for anyone with a bounty nearing his own was worthy of some praise. Still, to say that he deeply studied her, or even knew of her actual capabilities would have been a tall tale. All he knew was a name and a number. But, even he knew what Durga was gauging with her statement, although it was not entirely clear.

"She must have," Tabart answered, chuckling after his response, "If Phoebe hasn't turned her into a machine yet. The collar must be how she forces her into subjugation," he speculated. "To have been spared, she must have a deeper purpose, no?"

“Oh, the fight? We have fought about two times. The first one, well… I’d hate to say it was one-sided, but that’s certainly what it felt like. It’s not that she was unable to hurt me, but the setting of the fight was simply not in her favor. And the second fight… It just felt like Remilia was trying to throw her life away at that point. However, I cannot deny that remarkable durability and strength of hers. She was a living tank even before I got my hands on her. Then again, I haven’t really modified her… Much.”

Phoebe snickered. Out of all the rookies she’s fought during her time in Paradise, Remilia was certainly one of the more entertaining ones. Not only because of her strength, but because of her attitude. Fighting valiantly even when in a situation that is one-sided. Caring about her crew, and by the end, even searching for the fight. Despite the dumb decision that turned out to be, it was an admirable quality nonetheless. Especially considering how the others she’s come face to face with either ran… or died.

“You simply know me too well, Tabart. Even though we’ve only met in person once-- Now twice! Indeed, I saw greater use in her with her mind intact, rather than turned into a mindless cyborg. The reason for that being will. Remilia had already tapped into this phenomenon known as Haki, and its power is defined by will. And someone who chases after the very person who originally defeated them in a valiant attempt is certainly someone who has a lot of Haki potential. The challenge of trying to tame her though is still an ongoing process.”

She explained, while looking back and forth between Durga, Tabart, and of course, Remilia. Like the eyes of a predator who has caught its prey, Phoebe was very happy about having gotten her hands on Remilia. She might not be a cyborg who follows her every command, but Phoebe has her ways to make even an unruly person like that follow orders. After all, blackmailing works with a certain infamous blondie as well.

“With her serving the World Government from now on, she can be sent on all kinds of missions. In particular ones that include destruction. Buster Calls will be easier than ever with her. Not just talking strength, but also the Devil Fruit -- The Mete Mete no Mi -- she has eaten. With this kind of power, we can wipe out our enemies with ease, whether they be on land, or the sea! Remilia might just be one of the greatest weapons that we have in our arsenal, and I plan to use her extensively.”

The absolute glee on her face gave away just how utterly ecstatic Phoebe was about all of this. Remilia was turned from a dangerous, unruly pirate, to a deadly super-weapon that will aid in their quest to take out their enemies, and make the World Government reign supreme.

Tabart nodded in agreement. "Ah, I see! I'm happy to see that you have acquired such a coveted person; I'm certain that with enough time, you'll climb the ranks and eventually join the World Government as the 2nd Cyborg Admiral. Maybe we'll get fortunate and you'll destroy those blasted Black widows too."

He glanced over, turning his attention towards Remilia. "Though, do be careful not to over use her too much. She is, for the time being, a person. You wouldn't want her to get too burned out and make a fatal mistake during one of her missions," Tabart advised, "However, I trust your judgement. It's surely far superior to my own."

A moment of stillness. Durga blinked and took a breath as to push her conscience in the deep recesses of her unnaturally strong stomach. The business of breaking people into puppets through cruelty and coercion always gave her a foul taste in the mouth. Unfortunately, there were few other ways outside of torture and blackmail to force people into utter submission and leverage on their powerful Haki at the same time.

Haki is a product of will, ambition, and a stalwart drive to fight and overcome. It cannot exist without those elements. Robbing people of their free will via robotization always comes with them losing that power. Such a tradeoff was considered inevitable among robotic engineers. Many brilliant minds had racked their brains for years trying to build mechanical servants which were both docile without a fault and capable of tapping into Haki to its fullest extent. To yet any avail.

Not even the Iron Legion had fully achieved that lofty goal. Not even Durga’s own father, whom she regarded as an absolutely peerless genius in the field. If he had not figured out a perfect solution to the problem, no one could. Not even a prodigy like Phoebe.

“I am sure you have taken steps, Phoebe-san, but please,” Durga joined Tabart in advising the Vice-Admiral. “Be careful when handling Remilia. Enslaved superweapons can easily become double-edged swords lethal to their wielder. Especially when one uses fear and pain to keep them leashed.”

Durga’s eyes flicked again toward Remilia. It was impossible to decipher any feeling from her dark, purple pupils.

“We of the Iron Legion have established many protocols put in place to prevent our less willing subjects from defying us.”

“The Iron Legion’s ways are not my ways. If a pirate has no potential in regards to their will, I will simply do what I have to do to make them mindless weapons. I know what kind of risk that is involved when trying to handle someone as unruly as Remilia. However, I’ve made sure that Remilia will deeply regret her choices, should she ever consider going against me, or the World Government. Isn’t that right, Remilia? You wouldn’t want the very, very few people that actually care about you to perish because of your mistakes, right?”

Phoebe always tried to get information on important people in the lives of high priority targets. And with Remilia, who was formerly the captain of a crew, there are certainly some targets to take advantage of. Remilia’s love for her crew is ultimately what allows Phoebe to boss her around. But not just the crew, she was also aware of some other important figures that she would certainly care about, like her father. And her sister…

“However, I do understand your concern. After all, before her capture, Remilia was as unruly as they came. There is nothing worse than a pirate without a set goal in mind who only wants to “do what they want.” Fancy talk for criminals, if you ask me. There are only 3 kinds of people in this world. Those who have embraced the World Government into their lives, those who have yet to accept them, and those who have a death wish… Ahahaa… Ahahaahaa~!”

The thought of the entire world being converted to follow the rules of the World Government made Phoebe feel all giddy. She dreams of the days where pirates have been completely abolished and the unruly sea has been destroyed. A world where true peace can exist by simply following the orders of the great World Government. A world where the unruly people are executed on sight or made an example of. No crimes. No terror. Just absolute peace.

The look in her eyes had become rather crazed for a moment. Her white pupils had shrunk down, before returning to their original size. No matter how appealing Phoebe might design her exterior. she was unable to hide the true desires that slumbered deep inside of her mind. To make the World Government absolute.

“Black Widow, Monk, Hound, Reaper, Hunting… Whatever crews roam the seas right now, there is one thing they all have in common. They are all temporary. But the World Government?! **The World Government is eternal!**”

"I'd be wary to doubt the strength, and fortitude of the pirates of this world, Phoebe," Tabart interjected. "Sure, many of them are murderers, slavers, rapist, criminals....but, some have been gifted with so much instinct, technique, and passion that they don't stand out until later in their careers, and by the time they do, it's already far too late. They are the ones who fight for concepts that we couldn't even begin to understand."

He glanced up, looking up towards the ceiling. "Freedom, friendships, love, treasure; things that we take for granted, many people are not blessed with. Because the world is scarce of these resources, pirates arise, intent on capturing what they have been deprived of. What worries us is that they've been starved of these simple pleasures for so long that they will do anything to obtain them, even if it means destroying the world itself. These people seeking utopia."

He turned his eyes back towards the group. "In this Yonko-less era, we have much to worry about it, and if you aren't careful, you'll find yourself swept in the current of the changing times. I, for one, know of at least two other pirates gifted with such tremendous blessings that they will rise to the top of this world if we underestimate them," Tabart added. "Our only hope is to prepare ourselves to support him, Soren, and allow him to guide the fate of this world. The current holder of that title is one of the more lesser known members of the Horsemen, but that's because he was unsure of his own destiny. However, he holds a great fate, and now that he is aware, it's only a matter of time before he awakens to the truth of his genes."

Tabart smiled. "And when he does, the world will finally find him."

Order and chaos. The eternal struggle between those two opposite forces, shaping up the state of the world. Durga’s father had philosophized countless times about the interplay between the need for peace and stability and the urge for freedom and happiness; about what causes government to rise and what topples them.

In his own words, the World Government was a truly magnificent beast, yet also an ill giant. It held the reins of not a country or even a portion of the sea, but of most of the globe for entire centuries. No power in history could claim a success of that magnitude nor thar longevity. The reigns established by minor warlords such as the Yonko, even the more politically inclined ones, felt ephemeral in comparison.

And yet such a Leviathan was constantly besieged and undermined by internal and external threats. Corruption and decadence plucking away copious amounts of resources to peddling the frivolous exploits of the ruling class. Revolutionaries inciting riots and working to destabilize authority. Pirates sailing the seas by the thousands, no matter how much resources the WG spent in snuffing their fantasies.

Few of them were content to just roam free; others bear greater ambition for conquest which always ended in ruination. But will that state be maintained for long? For a moment, one pirate crew had gathered a manpower exceeding that of the World Government in its entirety. True, even the Xros ended up in ruin, joining the long list of failed empires. Their successor might have more luck; probably, they shall display more skill, power and/or intellect.

Speaking of the devil, Tabart ruminations about Soren were incredibly… ominously specific, so much so that Durga could not help but raise her eyebrows while listening. The ties between Tabart and the Four Horsemen were common knowledge, but a lot of their relationship still was not privy to the public.

Given the prior history of Tabart, and especially the ties he had with the Bathory family, the easiest deduction one could make would be that he knew far more than the world knows. Far more perhaps than anybody. And he might have shared a few morsels of that immeasurably precious knowledge with the present people. That, or he was plain insane. He did praise two Pirates right before one of the most fervent enemies of outlaws Durga had ever met, after all, going as far as suggesting the fall of the very World Government Phoebe worshipped.

Phoebe might go, really, really, **REALLY** mad over this, almost surely vowing to butcher Soren if he dared to go against the World Government. Poor Remilia would likely suffer the bulk of her wrath. Durga had many things she would love to discuss with Tabart regarding what he revealed, but for now it would be better to keep her mouth shut and follow the flow of the conversation without stepping on many toes. Cupping her hands and drawing them below her chest, she braced for the young Vice Admiral’s inevitable reaction.

Yet, all she did was simply nod, her computer-esque mind looking to understand and comprehend the concept. Phoebe was a genius, and Tabart was aware of that, but she was like many other marines that viewed the world in a specific light. There were two vibrant colors, light and dark, to marines like Phoebe, but, for Tabart, there were thousand of different greys.

Tabart chuckled.

“Anyway, I must be heading off to attend to the rest of my guest. I am prepared to see the rest of you later, no?”

His question was rhetorical. Many of them had opted to stay the night in his manor, and he was set to make his rounds, more personal, if they desired.

Tabart took his leave, headed towards the last guest of the evening for himself, the reps of the Delian Alliance.

### Sushi Bar

Meanwhile...

Fiona and Scarlett. The two tall women exited their VenoVehicles. Both 10 feet, curvaceous and exotic creatures who looked like they belonged in ancient fertility tales of yore. Fiona was a well toned, red haired, chocolate skinned goddess who radiated a complicated aura of royalty and war.

"God damn heels." She spat mentally while hoping no one saw her walk like a baby giraffe. She quickly adjusted herself so to stand proper next to her even more enchanting friend.

"Dammit Scarlett." She whispered. "I'm supposed to be the hot one."

"There she is!" A voice shouted. Several men and women holding notepads, Video Den Den Mushi and cameras rushed to Fiona with angst. "Are you the representatives of the Delian Alliance?" The first man asked.

"Y-yes." Fiona stumbled. Her sultry voice as smoove as her caramel skin. Filled with a tamed power that drove the surrounding men wild. "My partner, Scarlett, and I are the representatives of Master Ogre and the Delian Alliance. My name is Fiona."

"Miss Fiona! Miss Fiona!" A reporter shouted. Fiona nodded at her. "What do you have to say about the Athenian Kingdom becoming the capital of this alliance?"

"Well....I-i mean Master Ogre is extremely thankful to King Eskander and the grand council who made that decision. We look forwad to a powerful relationship as we head into the future."

"Hey, hi! Merrisa with KITSUNE news." Another reported interrupted, catching Fiona's attention. "Speaking of the mysterious Ogre. Who is this man they call the Great Uniter? And why didn't he accept the invitation to this party? Does it have to do with his affiliation with the rumored Revolutionary group, Army of Sparta?"

Fiona blushed. She wasn't ready for this bombardment of questions. But she needed to deal with it immediately.

"Master Ogre is a man of peace, understanding and unity. He deeply regrets missing an opportunity to create a bond between the World Government and Delian Alliance. But he sent us, his two most trusted advisors, in his stead."

Fiona took a breath and continued. "As for the Army of Sparta, their ties to the former Revolutionary Army is a lie told by fake news. I mean we all know the Revolutionary Army perished during the Sparna Incident." She chuckled, causing the other reporters to laugh as well.

"But we have reason to believe he actually created the Army of Sparta?" The reporter swiftly responded.

"Yes, Ogre did create the Army of Sparta as a band of mercenaries meant to help the common folk." Fiona answered. "But he left and disavowed them after they started down a very dangerous path."

Fiona's eyes sharpened as she continued her speech. Loud enough for all the reporters to hear. "Our alliance looks down upon those who'd dig up horrific relics of the past to upend peace for personal beliefs. Change comes from open and honest discussion." Fiona made eye contact with the next reporter.

"You speak of open and honest yet there are rumors that he specifically targeted Prodence and Ryugu Kingdom. Was that a secret message to the Celestial Dragons? How open and honest is this Great Uniter operating?"

Fiona growled and snatched the head journalist by his collar. "You listen and you listen good!" She shouted but eventually caught herself. Letting him go and smiling.

"The Delian Alliance acknowledges the rich history that the World Government has and honors the Celestial Dragons. We thank them for creating this world and guiding it with their infinite knowledge." Fiona stood with her fist held behind her back, she felt drops of liquid pool in her palm.

"But we came here to show that our alliance is not a threat to the World Government. Prodence had a problem and we helped them. We recieved word that the Black Widow Pirates were moving towards Fishman Island and offered assistance. Both kingdoms wanted to join, on their own accord, and we welcomed them with open arms. The Delian Alliance even paid the Heavenly Tribute for Prodence's final months of the previous year as a show of good faith between two great alliances. Next question."

"Miss Fiona! He took Raijin Island from the Monk Pirates and stopped the Black Widow Pirates, is he not drawing ire from both sides of the world?"

"Miss Fiona! Is Ogre planning to oppose the World Government?"

"Who are you wearing?"

"We know Mr Benjamin graciously voided his bounty for this event but will that become a problem for future intergovernmental relations?"

"Didn't he murder Prodence's most famous knight, Lancelot?"

"M.E.A.T Fanclub here, sources state that his bench press is a marine battleship during a cut, is that true? Follow up questions what's his deadlift and what type of juice does he drink?"

"Why hasn't he-"

"Can he-"

It was an orchestra of chaos and confusion. Endless questions mingling with loud music and bright flashes. Fiona's eyes shot around as she nervously searched for the next question to answer. But each question seemed harder than the last. They didn't give her enough time to think...and considering the wrong response could mean a war or someone suffering...

Scarlett had been to enough fabulous events to know that people were always asking questions, especially reporters trying to make you slip up. One such event was when they took an out of context photo where she looked like she was eating an entire burrito. I swear I was just sniffing it, I’m vegan.

Scarlett laughed loudly, patting Fiona on the back. “You’re too funny! Of course she’s wearing an Armani Dress, us women don’t know nothing about politics. I’m too focused on getting my hair done and pleasing the husband, am I right Fiona?”

She laughed again. While what she said wasn’t true, it was something that would make the reporters around her think the two women had nothing to offer, giving them time to get into the party before Fiona screwed everything up.

“You know how us girls are with our periods, Fiona’s just PMSing!” Every word was painful to say, having to stoop to being a dumb broad was annoying but needed. “Let’s go Fiona, it’s time we make it before all the food is gone.”

She locked arms with the tall woman, helping her maintain her posture and balance in heels. They made their way inside, Scarlett giving quick but air headed answers to any reports that tried to stop them.

Thank God for Scarlett!!!

Fiona was surely about to faint from the utter mess she found herself in. Every question lead to five more. So many rumors and sources....WHO THE HELL IS YAPPING SO MUCH!!!!????

Either way, maybe this is why people don't speak without proper representation. It felt like the more she answered the more confused everyone was. "Scarlett can we head to the bathroom...I think I'm going to be sick...and I need to wash my hands..."

“Sure, just make sure you don’t go puking on the floor.” After they got inside, Scarlett made her way with Fiona to the nearest bathroom. After they got inside, she guided Fiona into a stall.

“If you’re gonna puke, do it in the toilet dear.” Once Scarlett made sure nobody else was in the bathroom, she locked the door.

“Listen, you were not good out there. Stop walking around like you just popped out of a giraffe’s uterus, you need to walk with confidence and good posture or else nobody will take you seriously.” She did a demonstration walk, her head high.

“Back straight up, when walking in heels it’s Heel then toe, Heel then toe.”

“Next up we also need to talk about you being questioned and your fucking attitude. You are a LADY, act like one. Whenever someone asks you a question about politics, act like you don’t know and twirl your hair. We’re tall women so that can intimidate some men, to make sure we stay pretty and innocent we’re gonna have to act like dumb blondes.”

“And finally, you must remember that as ladies, we hold the power over men with seduction. Use that to your advantage if you can. You don’t have to sleep with anyone but flirting won’t hurt.. Probably.”

Scarlett took out a makeup bag from her purse, fixing it some of her makeup. “Don’t have a BF, a bitch fit either.”

She heard everything Scarlett said. Well as much as she could while throwing up in the toilet. It was bad. Real bad. She turned around in time to watch the demonstration with tired eyes.

"O-okay." Fiona said as she struggled to her feet. She pulled her lats back and shoulders down and tried walking. Each step shaking more than a cold puppy in winter. But! Fiona did look much more natural than before...well as natural as she could get.

She finally made her way to the sink and washed the blood from the open gash in her hand. Then splashed pools of water to her face.

"B-but I dont know how to flirt." She managed while looking at her reflection in the mirror. "My Mami used to only date men who beat her in sparring matches...and that psychopath...well there wasn't a man back home who wasn't afraid of her."

Fiona sighed. "But you're right...God I'm so Fricking pissed! Right? That's how I say it?"

Fiona leaned off the sink and practiced her strut again. Adjusting her body to take advantage of the New distribution of weight. "These breast just makes me so top heavy. It's annoying!"

“That’s why I told you to wear a fucking support bra.” Scarlett rolled her eyes.

“Flirting is easy, you just lie to men to boost their ego and make them think that they’re strong and attractive even if they aren’t.”

The woman looked into the mirror, doing a demonstration. “Ooh, you’re so strong Mr. Benjamin..” She giggled like an airhead.

“See? Like that.” “Women are poised and delicate in some societies, so try to focus on that. We’re supposed to be upper class beauties, not Amazonian hotties. Though I probably should’ve changed our height...” Oh well! She shrugged, too late now.

Once Scarlett was done putting on some blush and fixing the makeup that might have gotten smudged while outside, she looked over at Fiona.

“Are you ready to go back out there? It’s gonna be a bumpy ride if you get separated from me. You were made to be as attractive as possible, that’s why I gave you big tits.” Though personally, Scarlett didn’t care much about breast size, itty bitty titty committee.

"Yeah. Poised and delicate. Just make them feel better about themaelves." Fiona repeated. She shook her head excitingly.

"I got this. We got this!" She turned around and headed to the bathroom door. Pushing it with enough force to send her stumbling backwards to her bum.

"Do-over."

She quickly got back to her feet and pulled the door open. Exiting the bathroom with a new found pride. Her waist swinging left to right with each stride...although she looked more like a grandfather clock.

....with a long strand of toilet paper attached to the bottom of her heel.

Arriving on time was something that Tenjin was learning to get the hang of. His father always told him that a key factor in making a good first impression, was being on time. However this time it was not his fault, it was the two escorts’ that were at his side.

“You two would *not* have done this if it were my father you were accompanying to this event.” He said to his first guard, slightly shaking his head in disappointment. He’d felt as if he’d missed mingling time.

“Your highness, we-” the second started.

“No. What’s done is done, Edward. I’m here now, that’s all that matters. Now go, back to the ship. I’ll return after I’ve finished up here.”

“But we’re supposed to-”

Tenjin interrupted once more. “Do not disobey a direct order, Edward. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” The guards walked off from the immediate grounds of the gigantic estate. Tenjin did not want them to be disarmed in the event that this gathering brought trouble.

Upon entrance, the new King of Rommel Kingdom surveyed the room and saw various figures that stood out. The only one he was truly familiar with was the host and President of Jim Bean Corporation, none other than Mr. Benjamin Tabart. Though, he looked rather occupied at the time so Tenjin decided he’d make introductions later.

*“Feed me...”* A dark voice chimed within his head, sending a small pain to the temple area of his head .

This was not the time for an episode. He would satisfy the Void later . He nonchalantly grabbed a glass of wine from one of the robot waiters. Before he drank, he observed the glass closely to look for any floating particles or remnants of poison. As he looked up from the beverage, his eye caught glimpse of tissue stuck to a lady leaving the restroom.

“Excuse me, miss ?” He called out to her quietly, trying to point down at her foot without alerting everyone one else in the room.

"Oh wow!" shouted Bebe as she walked over to the sushi bar, stacking a plate full of food. "You have a trip to the bathroom recently lady? You got a trail attached to your feet. Hiiiiii! Don't worry though, I wouldn't mind taking another trip back there with you."

Wis and Sideways, standing just behind their superior, shook their heads in shame. Sure, it was an embarrassing thing that needed to be pointed out, but did she really need to be so loud about it?

"Oh someone's trying to get my attention," Fiona thought to herself. "Showtime!"

"Who meeeeeee???" She said with a...rather terrifying grin. her arms held out to try and point out her body but instead taking a pose of someone at-bat. It wasn't till Bebe pointed it out, extremely loudly, that she looked and saw it. Fiona quickly snatched it up and chuckled.

"Sujijijijiji! Wow thank you. Yeah I'm sorry this is my first event as a press secretary." She said while nervously looking for Scarlett. "Thank you so much, I'm Fiona."

Scarlett was currently making a plate of sushi while also filling up a large glass full of red wine. That was when she noticed Fiona doing.. A horrible pose and talking to a nicely dressed woman with two bodyguards. In all honesty, her faith in Fiona was thin. Quickly, she headed over to the two and smiled. “Hello! I’m Scarlett, Fiona’s Partner.”

She shoved a piece of sushi in Fiona’s mouth to shut her up for a minute. “What’s your name dear? You must be very important with two strong bodyguards around you.” Scarlett knew important people would be at this party but she wasn’t aware of their names or what they did unless she got information ahead of time. Her main target tonight was the Warlord and Celestial Dragon, Benjamin Tabart. Though she wasn’t against making a new friend, might as well!

"Partner, huh?" said Bebe, her lips curled into a devilish smile. "Ais Eis Bebe, at your service. I'm a businesswoman. These are my bodyguards, Wis and Sideways." She gestured at the red-haired man and Snakeneck behind her. "They've been with me since the beginning. But I guess that was only a few months ago. Hiiiiii!"

"SHOOOOJJEEEEJEJEJJEJE." Fiona laughed with a mouth full of sushi. The fact that this girl was new to the underworld...and only had them for a few months. She got it.

But she quickly covered her mouth and continued chewing. After all, she knew Bebe more than the dealer herself knew. "So this is the annoying broker?" Fiona thought to herself. "I don't see what Jenny is talking about. She's fucking hilarious."

"Oh, you guys are from the Delian Alliance, right?" said Bebe, walking up closer to them as she popped a shrimp in her mouth. She walked up close to Fiona, whispering just loud enough for only her to hear as she continued to chew her food. "You guys make excellent customers." She pulled back, letting out another obnoxious laugh. "These women are very tall, don't you think they're tall, Wis?"

"They're really short," Wis blurted out before covering his mouth. Sideways stifled a laugh herself.

"Oh Wis, you're hilarious!" She turned back towards Fiona and Scarlett, a grin etching onto her face, "of course, these are a pair of peaks I wouldn't mind climbing. Hiiiii! For business purposes, of course. Hiiiii!" She couldn't stop laughing at her own jokes.

The look Fiona gave Scarlett in that mere second was of confusion. But she quickly returned to her normal smile. Of course Bebe would remember one of her first clients. However, Master Ogre publicly split from the Army of Sparta...

How much does the Underworld know?

Either way, Fiona couldn't help but try to stiffle her laugh. Hiding it behind her massive hands. "S-STOP I CAN'T" She said with a light smile.

While the jokes were bad, the laughter was contagious and soon enough, Scarlett found herself laughing along too! The party so far was fun and there was plenty to eat which she loved to do but overall she knew there was a purpose they came here for. To find the man and learn his secrets which might be a little harder than she thought. “Hm, I think I’ve heard of you Bebe, a rising star in the underworld. My sister buys drugs from you a lot, she’s sort of a.. Junkie.” Scarlett smirked, taking a sip of her wine.

“Oh look crab cakes!” Scarlett tackled a waiter carrying a tray of crab cakes, taking the plate from him and walking back over. “Oh yes me and Fiona’s bedroom life is rather spicy, you know how those giant women are in bed.” She nudged Fiona with her elbow, secretly enjoying making Ogre annoyed.

"Shhhhhh!" Bebe pushed her finger to lips, "keep that shit on the down low!" While she enjoyed attention, to the general public, she'd prefer to maintain her appearance as being just a regular businesswoman. She'd rather the World Government weren't aware of her criminal activities before she could make a name for herself and hire more bodyguards. Although, the mention of a sister intrigued her.

"Sister?" she said quizzically, "who's your sister?" But before Scarlett could answer, Bebe sidled up to the pink-haired woman, showing a small vial of clear fluid. "But would you like try some FUN? Or perhaps you'd just like to have a little bit of regular *fun*." The second usage of the word was much more flirty than the first.

“Unfortunately, I’m not as.. Devious as my sister but her name’s Auria, she does shady stuff so you might know her.” Scarlett took out her flask, taking a swig of the hard liquor inside of it. “You know, Bebe.. Perhaps one day you could study some special chemicals for me, I’d like to know what their full potential is.” Scarlett chuckled to herself, a little tipsy but serious in her offer.

“I’m also a rather good plastic surgeon if you or your.. Bodyguards ever need a little touch up or..” She whispered. “Facial Reconstruction surgery.” Scarlett winked, while she was apart of a revolutionary army branch, she still decided that it would be best to have connections with others who may not share her ideals but had power. Scarlett knew many people at this party had devil fruits but was unsure about bebe.. Something about her was enticing yet dangerous.

Wis had been taking a drink when Scarlett mentioned the name of her sister. It was just water, but he had dropped a small amount of some substance into it that turned the liquid wine-red. At the mention of Auria, he spat out his drink, coughing incessantly as Sideways patted him on the back.

"Hiiiiii!" Bebe laughed, "be careful Wis, or else you're gonna stain the carpet! Hiiiiii!" Bebe turned back towards Scarlett as she continued their conversation. "Don't worry about any plastic surgery, we're perfect as is, can't you tell how *hot* we are! I'm sure your friend has. She's been eyeing me all night!" She quickly raised and lowered her eyebrows in unison with her eyes half-lidded. If it wasn't obvious before, she was clearly coming on to the two women. "Although, I would be interested to study these chemicals you told me about. Chemistry is my specialty after all! I've been working on this big project that's bound to knock everyone's socks off!"

”I’m very excited to see this big project you’re working on once it’s finished.” Scarlett smiled, looking towards wis for a second, wondering why he spit his drink out. Turning back to bebe, Scarlett returned her smile. “How much do you know about Bio-Chemistry? Specifically.. Hormones.” The woman batted her eyelashes, scanning the room for a second before looking back into the eyes of the chemist. Technically this wasn’t apart of the mission but Scarlett was such a curious woman, interested in some of the strangest things.

She reached into her bra, taking out a small syringe of a clear liquid, it wasn’t very large, small enough to be hidden inside her cleavage. “Something like this.”

"Hormones, huh?" said Bebe, taking the vial from the pink-haired woman. "Not quite my area of expertise, but they're just another chemical after all. It'll just take an extra hour or so of study. What's this for anyway?"

“Just a little something I created, a sort of tool that could perhaps become something amazing if I had the right help.” Scarlett sipped her wine glass, smiling to herself. “Growth, something we all experience. Perhaps there’s a way to instantly gain muscle or even grow to the height of a giant.. Guess we’ll find out when you get a chance to examine the vial.” Scarlett had her own ideas of what that vial could truly do but she lacked the chemical expertise to experiment. “Anyways! Hopefully Fiona and you can get to know each other better.”

"Giants, huh?" said Bebe. Scientists had been trying to create artificial giants for decades, and in her hand now rested the possible key. A confident smile took hold of her face. "Oh, I'd love to get to know Fiona a little better as well. Hiiiii!"

“I’d love to continue this very lovely conversation but I actually have to get Fiona to the bathroom to change her big fat extra strength tampon.. It’s filling up fast because she has the heaviest flow known to women. We’ll catch up later and see you around Bebe! It was fun talking to ya.” Scarlett shoved the big bitch Fiona towards the bathrooms.

Bebe simply shrugged at this. "Alright guys! Let's go see if we can make any more connections!"

Wis and Sideways sighed.

"Can you at least be a little more subtle about your intentions?" said Wis.

"No! Hiiiiii!"

Fiona was caught up eating Sushi to notice anything they were talking about. One second she had shrimp in her mouth and the next she was going back tot he bathroom.

"Woah. Woah. Hey, wha'ts the rush?" Fiona asked.

Tabart found himself drifting from place to place every year at this event, but it was not often that he found himself genuinely intrigued by the characters involved. So far, he had come to forge alliances and deals with a plethora of individuals, strengthening his hold on the economic world–a world he desperately sought to dominate. However, when he had heard that members of the Delian alliance had attended, he dropped all that he had to do to meet with them, for they were far more important than any capitalist entrepreneur.

Equipped with his two Cipher Pol agents beside him, Tabart approached the members of the alliance, both Fiona and Scarlett, and offered a respectful bow.

"I must say, it is an honor to welcome members of the alliance to Tir Na Nog. There was quite a debate on whether anyone would represent you at my event; more so on whether Ogre would have personally shown his face, but, regardless, we do welcome any representative," he begun, "To introduce myself, I'm Benjamin Tabart. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with today?"

That's right. This was the legendary home of both a Celestial Dragon and a Shichibukai. A magnate who Fiona heard wanted nothing more than to hold the world in his palm. And this man stood before them bowing as if he belonged to the common rabble.

"Mr Benjamin, the honor is mine." Fiona said, unknowing if she should bow...or more importantly how she should bow. Instead she dipped her head and smiled. "I am Fiona and this is Mt partner Scarlett. Master Ogre sends his regrets. He just got caught up in some diplomatic duties he needed to oversee personally."

"However he thanks you for the invitation. The Delian Alliance wishes to retain a healthy relationship with the Celestials who guided this world."

"We are united in that front," Tabart replied, "Which is why I had Ogre's bounty frozen for the duration of this dinner, whether he showed up or not. It is imperative that the World Government acts diplomatically in affairs, rather than putting a number to a person's head and declaring them an enemy."

He exhaled.

"In truth, the Delian Alliance is a reflection of the World Government's inability to rule effectively. It is an amazing middle-man for nations that need protection, diplomacy, and structure before the World Government can jump in to assist," he continued. "I can't express how much the alliance has impressed me, and how much Ogre, and you guys, have impressed me."

"Thank you, Mr Benjamin." Fiona blushed. Her chocolate face turning a dark shade of red. She quickly looked down before returning to his gaze.

"While I cannot speak on the World Governments ability to rule, I do want to note that our nation's focus on diplomacy is meant to open doors for a peaceful coexistence."

"Aa long as we view each other as neighbors instead of enemies we'll enter a better future. Although I'm sure you know this. You're business has reached far beyond this country's borders. Regardless of affiliation. Since money is the greatest uniter."

Fiona grinned. She studied the legendary man known as Benjamin Tabart during her trip here.

"Please, call me Tabart," he added, "No need for such formalities here."

He eyed Fiona. "If anything, it is I who should be overly respectful to you. You look like you could pick me up and throw me across my island, mosasasasasa!"

"Sujijijiji I really could." Fiona laughed. Unaware at how...rude that would have came off. But she smiled with a certain warmth. One that meant no harm even though she towered all those around her.

"Is there some place private we could talk?" She asked. "I would love to learn more, Tabart."

Tabart smiled, and nodded in agreement. "Of course," he beckoned, gesturing Fiona in a direction with his hand. "There's a room just down the corridor where the two of us can have a discussion."

He glanced back at Zy and Lester, indicating the two to hold their place, before continuing down the hallway with Fiona until the two of them reached the room. It was a relatively large room, equipped with a small desk, a couch, a few portraits; a makeshift office, nevertheless. There were several portraits around the walls of various figures in the world, including Ogre.

"This is an office of mine," Tabart started, "a room where I come to think and strategize often. I think about alliances, enemies, friends, foes...."

He leaned on the edge of his desk. "I think that we could be friends, Fiona."

Fiona looked at Scarlett. A silent exchange that simultaneously told her friend to trust her but also standby. She didn't feel comfortable being alone with him but needed somewhere safe to discuss somethings. This was a monumental time experience after all.

Fiona followed Tabart. She of course stopped at the picture of Ogre and smiled. "This a flattering picture." Fiona said before sitting down. Except she didn't sit down how one would expect. No. She sat with her legs open as if trying not to squish-

"And why would you want to he my friend?" Fiona asked.

Because," Tabart begun, "You seem to understand that we cannot engage in acts of war with eachother, without both sides losing some resources."

He sat up. "However, the kingdoms allied to the World Government MUST remain as such. What ogre has done to the Prodence and Ryugu Kingdoms has not gone unnoticed by the Celestial Dragons. To be frank, they are not pleased."

"Of course they wouldn't be pleased. But they are directing their anger at the wrong person."

Fiona smiled. She stared forward with a blank stare yet her voice was filled with a great strength. "Those kingdoms needed help and at the time, the Army of Sparta was a sector of the Delian Military. We helped them. They decided to join us. If the Celestial Dragons are to blame anyone it is themselves. We aren't pirates capturing territories."

"However, that is precisely the issue, Miss Fiona," Tabart retorted. "If pirates were to attack these nations, could the Army of Sparta–the same army that is said to belong to the revolutionaries–defend against them?"

"Well we've parted ways with the Army of Sparta. They no longer represent what we stand for." Fiona smiled. But saying those words burned more than anything ever could.

"But the Delian Constitution has created a military comprised of countries assisting one another. They share responsibility in defending trade routes, reconnaissance and other forms of warfare."

"Especially in the beginning of the Grand Line. I'm sure you're aware, no one enters or exits the New World without us knowing."

"And do you truly believe that your countries can protect themselves, even together, from the assault of Legs, one of the most vile pirates to walk the seas?" Tabart questioned, moving towards Fiona. "What will you do when she invades your kingdoms with ten times the manpower? How will you all defend yourself then?"

His voice grew heavy.

"I think you, and Ogre, are underestimating the powers at work here. The only way to protect the people is to maintain the delicate balance that have been at work for centuries: the Yonko, the Shichibukai, and the Marines. There is no victory in strength. The best that we can hope for is stalemate..."

He paused momentarily.

"The delian alliance may potentially disrupt this balance, and if this balance is disrupted, there is no telling what chaos may arise from it."

Fiona didn't move away. Standing her ground in a powerful silence even moments after he finished speaking. He was right. Of course. The delicate balance is what kept the world stable for so long.

Rock keeps scissors in check but paper makes sure rock doesn't overstep its boundaries while fearing scissors. If someone threw in a gun, how would the world change?

"You make valid points, Tabart. But that way of thinking is what causes stagnation." Fiona started.

"The man who wields a torch does not fear darkness. Whereas he who lacks light does. Rights of Man, Book 3 chapter 13."

Fiona recited those forbidden words with strength and power. The Rights of Man was one of the treasures forbidden by the Celestial Dragons due to the revolutionary way of thinking. Some say it's writer, Ita Thomas, is actually a collection of people. While others say it's a government official wishing to bring in a new dawn.

Even reading the book means the death sentence. But Fiona recited that thought without an ounce of fear.

"Ten times the manpower to attack us is ten times less the power she has protecting her domain. She creates an opening for others who desire her coveted position. She creates an opportunity for the World Government to strike and she makes enemies out of a neutral party."

"The three balances exist to checkmate one another. But all it takes is a fourth party to join one side to tip the scale completely in a single direction. An attack on us, will result in us joining the enemy's enemy. That, Benjamin Tabart, is our light."

"Rights of a Man," Tabart muttered, chuckling at his own realization. "The words of a revolutionary, of a bunch of revolutionaries; my aunt made me study it, analyze it, while I was living in Mary Geoise. If there's someone who knows that book, word by word, it's me. But, did you know, the people that wrote that have long since perished, Fiona?"

He looked up towards her face.

"The truth is, that War Goddess could invade nations by her lonesome, and capture them without even lifting a single finger. Have you heard what happened to Brooksworth? She and her commander marched into their kingdom, and captured every single person, alive, by simply casting an illusion onto the moon. The people were smitten with paralysis, and now, jovially have come to accept their queen. With the collapse of the other three yonko, the admirals power weening, we need allies that contribute to our strength, and not divide it."

Turning away, Tabart paced towards his desk, reaching into the contents and grabbing a bottle of liquor. As he poured, his hand trembled slightly.

"Mankind's greatest ability is to derive strength from hope; a simple spark, a torch, is enough to light the way for thousands of men. A single, tiny torch, shining in the ugly dark is powerful..but that's only against darkness. What she is...a natural disaster, a storm hiding behind that dark, snuffing torches with a single breath......the only way to win is to not take unnecessary chances, to stalemate her until she dies."

He paused. "Do you know how we can win against such a beast, Fiona? Have you seen the Widow at work?"

Fiona listened carefully. Her eyes fixed forward as he spun the tales of Leg's legendary power. But what he instilled in the girl wasn't fear or resentment. No. It was excitement. Her blood started to boil at the thought of fighting such a beast. She felt like declaring war against the Widow Pirates immediately.

But the Delian Alliance didn't exist for her to enjoy battle. No. She needed to remain calm. "Only a little when we saved Ryugu Kingdom. But now I'm curious. how's that, Tabart?" Fiona asked with a calm side grin.

Tabart stopped entirely, sitting silent in what seemed to be disbelief, before breaking out into a deep chuckle. "Y-You think she really cares about Ryugu Kingdom?! You think that was even a fraction of her po....No, you don't."

He downed his shot of liquor. "If you really believe in your strength, summon Ogre here. I'll grant him diplomatic immunity, virtue of my status as a World Noble. If it is belief, and faith in him that have blinded you to the threats of this world, then I'll break it."

He sat back at his desk, his nerves calmed.

"He and I will battle here, on Tir Na Nog, and I'll demonstrate to you all how big the world really is. Failure to unite will be suicide against the might of the Widows," Tabart continued. "All because of Aoshin's betrayal; his inability to stop her from rising to where she is now. There's no greater threat than someone who sees beyond becoming Pirate King, and her visions for the future include more than the seas."

A challenge.

The glass in Tabart's hand started to crack. Webbing slowly etching towards his palm like several worms wriggling away from the nest.

A tournament at Tir Na Nog! Even bigger than the Athenian Games several months ago as well as the Prodence Kingdom coliseum where Ogre famously slaughtered the great knight Lancelot.

The cracking continued to deepen. Worsening by the second. The same phenomenon even started to influence the surrounding walls and portraits. Deep cracks slowly slithering throughout the room.

Fiona took a deep breath she needed to calm down. This excitement was too much and why did she feel like she spilled water on her lap????

No. Ogre can't accept it. Not because he feared a lost. Ogre is a master of the strongest martial arts to ever exist!

But such a grand tournament would be the exact chance she'd wait for. And besides, surely Ogre managed to capture the feared Yonko's eyes. Openly colluding with the World Government, even a freethinking Celestial Dragod, might provoke her as well as warrant worry from the kingdoms who joined his alliance.

Fiona sighed.

The cracking stopped.

"As much as Iiiiiiiii-amsure that Master Ogre would love such a grand, amazing, onceinalifetime, open, fantastic...." Fiona's saddened voice continued. "Chance to show how superior is Martial Arts are...I'm afraid...he'll have to decline."

"Understand, we know the threat that is the Black Widow Pirates. What are you proposing exactly?"

Tabart glanced down at his glass for a moment, taking notice of the cracks embedded into them, before returning his gaze to Fiona. He knew this feeling far too well.

"Oh," he replied, squinting at the woman for a brief moment. "Perhaps you do understand. It seems that I've been mistaken in believing that you were mere representative of Ogre's. But, I can hear it clearly now; destiny beckons you forward too, doesn't it, Fiona?"

He pushed his glass to the side. "Rhetorical question; of course it does. You wouldn't be here if otherwise. All I propose is that you take heed, Fiona. Even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die, and when they do, darkness returns. Building monuments, preparing alliances, guardians in effort to protect a free world...it is very noble. But, I assure you, there will be no victory in strength."

He continued looking forward in Fiona's direction, but his eyes wandered, as if looking past her into...something. "We must prepare ourselves to support him for when he awakens to his true powers. Only when he uncovers the meaning behind his mighty fate will we find salvation. He's a man who can hear the call of destiny, but, unlike you and I, he can rebuke its call and silence it. With his sword in hand, he guides it, and therefore the world. Only he can break the chain that binds us to this horrible fate. Therefore, I must do everything I can to prepare the world for his arrival."

Fiona had stood up and remained strong before Tabart. Letting the Celestial Dragon continue onward until he finished his ramblings.

The Celestial Dragons were keepers of knowledge. All the most forbidden letters of the world remained hidden in their walls. So Fiona listened intently in hopes of any useful information.

"And who is he, Tabart?"

"The Blue Chain..." Tabart replied...."It was Aoshin, but he failed....he neglected his duty, and allowed her to become as powerful as she has. But he, hopefully he will forget his relationship with her, and push forward."

Fiona hadn't the slightest idea what Tabart was saying. But something inside her knew that these people were important....very important.

"Well whoever neglected their duty doesn't matter. I'm not one for prophecies...we are in charge of our fate Tabart."

"I wish," Tabart replied. "Oh, how I wish there was truth in that statement."

He smiled. "But, I'm happy to see that there are people who still believe in that. There's nobility in that gullibility."

"You Celestial Dragons sicken me." Fiona said with a slight smile. "You carry yourselves as Gods of this world yet here’s one who denies control over fate."

"Or is it that you've realized how futile your bloodline really is?" Fiona tilted her head in inquisition. "I mean...you fear a pirate? A god would be able to snap and make her disappear, right?"

Tabart leaned in. "Who ever said that gods had to be all powerful, and all knowing? Who said that gods had to be just, and...what even is a god, Fiona?"

He folded his arms across his body. "My bloodline has gifted me with various opportunities to influence this world, yet this same bloodline has chained me. I have a role to play in this world, and my ancestor's whispers have made sure that I play my role successfully. Prophecies, oaths...we are bound by such things. Destiny..."

He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to envision a future in which he could breathe, and walk unhindered. But, as he did, the voices of those sang around him, murmuring in his ears to walk the paths they had laid for him. Part of Tabart wanted Fiona to be right. No, all of his being did. But, for him, it was truth. The Vow of Frederic bound him.

"I fear a pirate, because I believe her destiny is greater than all of ours. I believe she walks a path that will lead to our destruction, and gods, or not, no one can escape their fate, nor death."

Fiona chuckled. Or she tried to withhold herself from bursting into a complete laughter. The seriousness of this God...she could feel the fear radiating from him. And in a way, it soothed her.

Fiona looked up at Tabart and smiled. A warmness mingled with his worry and fear. As one who united countries would look among those who doubted this savior. Her face didn't promise to have all the answers or did it try to make her out to be stronger than she really was. It was a visage of compassion. Of understanding. Tabart, a god or a human, was afraid. Worried. Scared. Emotions that Fiona felt far too often. Fiona didn't judge or try to pull at his ego. No.

Fiona understood.

And she looked at Tabart as a mother would a frightened child who just heard his first thunderstorm.

"God or not. Destiny. Whatever, it's okay to be afraid...to worry. At one point they said it'd be impossible to sail the Grand Line but how many have done so? Fear is good because it keeps us on our toes. That's why in combat those who lack fear lose the battle. They rest on their laurels."

She smiled.

"Feel the fear. But don't let it consume you. This is life. We're meant to live and we're meant to die. And that's fine. As long as we die fighting for those we love and what we believe in. That's what it means to be alive...for both humans and gods. Even the mighty Yonko are bound by this absolute rule."

Tabart nodded in agreement. "Thanks, Fiona. But, as you once said, the grand line was once impossible to sale but is no longer. The Yonko are bound by this absolute rule, until they aren't...until they achieve what they have achieved for so long. Immortality....eternal youth. It's not myself who I fear for, but all of you. Which is why, I have created Tir Na Nog. A paradise...until the day our reckoning come, we will sit here peacefully...That is my plan of action."

He stood up from his seat, approaching Fiona with what appeared to be a gentle smile. "I do hope that you all can assist me in this. If I can remove world hunger, poverty...at the very least, we can live in a perfect utopia before the spider empress forces her will upon us."

With a snap of his finger, from where he once sat, a vine exploded forward, carrying two glasses and a bottle of liquor. Like some fairy tale, it poured it, handing one to Tabart and Fiona. "So, let us drink to a perfect world. Indulging in the physical pleasantries of life is one of my more favored things to do."

Fiona chuckled again. "We are all free to do what we want till that day comes. But I won't spend it drinking and waiting." She said as she grabbed the glass. But the representative hesitated. Instead eyeing the mysterious man before her with a warm glance.

"The Delian Alliance was created by dreamers. By people who want to stand up to something they once thought impossible...even if it means their death. The people of Prodence grew tired of the World Government ignoring the murderous plots of their royal kingdom. Chinmon wanted peace at all cost and to return to being a kingdom. Majiatsuka desired their independence at the threat of a growing pirate threat."

Fiona leaned against the wall. "I will forever respect you if you can remove pain and suffering from this world. But there's no such thing as a Paradise. That is the greatest illusion..one which Leg's has managed to cast on you. This world is suffering...and tha'ts why its important to be strong. For only the strong can resist and fight against it, regardless of futility."

"Interesting," Tabart murmured, his eyes narrowed as Fiona spoke so articulately. "I can see why Ogre chose you as his representative now. You seem to be a firm believer of his philosophies, morals, ideals...."

He let that thought linger in the air for a moment.

"But, do take care to listen to your own heart, Fiona."

He glanced downwards.

"If all you do is listen to the words of other beings, you'll find yourself lost in that endless wasteland."

Fiona stepped towards Tabart and smiled. Lifting his chin up so that Tabart's eyes were at her gaze. "The thoughts and hearts of others are not a wasteland. They are the components of this reality."

She smiled before turning away. "But I'm done debating philosophy. Tabart, I do hope you think about what I said. Who knows...we might need each other indeed."

"Of course, Fiona..." Tabart nodded.

"Do tell Ogre that he is welcome to my abode should he wish to discuss business, alliances...allies will unite the world."

He smiled as she left the room, leaving him alone to ruminate on his thoughts.

### Blank Balcony

In a less crowded part of the room one which had the least eyes turned on it and the least amount of people mulling around a woman could be seen slightly tapping her heels against the floor as her eyes swept across the room taking in everyone present. Glancing towards each new face that walked into the room and each action they took really helped the woman gain a firm understanding of sorts about what kind of person they appeared to be on the outside.

Snapping her eyes down the glass held in her hand the woman quickly examined her appearance to ensure her current disguise hadn’t gone undone.

Long smooth hair that was dark, as dark as their surroundings of the shaded corner she stood. Her eyes were dark, intellectually and cold. Staring into it felt like staring in the endless abyss with a spark of carefully controlled insanity swirling in them ever so often. Her face was pale, far paler than normal. Her full lips were blood red. A beautiful contrast to her pale skin. She had an aristocratic face with sharp and long cheekbones and a thin nose. Overall a gorgeous face. She wore a black feathered coat that covered her whole body, not showing an inch of skin from the neck down. This made it hard to distinguish her body from the surrounding darkness, parting said coat slightly revealed a deep purple low-cut dress that drew attention towards her most prominent assets.

*Violet*

She had to remind herself that at the current moment she wasn’t the Black Widow Pirate member Roxy but her underworld persona the renowned Violet the Greed, a woman known to greedily dipping her hand in every since inch of the underworld without hesitation or remorse for the suffering she inflicted. Snapping her eyes back upwards she surveyed the room once again but this time taking eye notes on the people of importance.

**Tabart** - The host of the event and someone she meet prior back on Nassau. The infamous Giant Slayer and the First Mate of the Purple Pirates, a member of Shichibukai with a frozen bounty of 500,000,000, one of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, a World Noble of the Bathory Family, and the president of Jack's Bean Corporation, without a doubt one of the most heavy-handed person currently alive within the world.

A grimace briefly appeared on her face as she scouted, despite being relatively "new" this woman had already established herself throughout the world many times over.

**Phoebe** - a genius woman who transformed herself into Cyborg, the CEO of P.B. Inc. and a dangerous woman who’s mindset of turning all of the dangerous pirates into emotionless cyborg superweapons has lead her to be feared by rookie and veteran pirates and Marines alike.

Raising an eyebrow at the next woman, a smirk appeared on her lips at her antics.

**Ais Eis Bebe** - A known Underworld broker, specializing in the procurement and distribution of chemical weapons and narcotics and someone Roxy herself had the pleasure of dealing with, albeit discreetly. She was the creator of the euphoric drug FUN, something Roxy reminded herself she needed to purchase more of.

Narrowing her eyes slightly on the next woman that she caught sight of with a slight frown.

**Madam Raguma** - the infamous founder and current CEO of the Ru'aunda Company, a massive company in the Underworld that's primarily known for supplying others with a various amount of resources. She was one of the top if not THE top patron to be viewed as one of the next Emperors.

Glancing towards the next face Roxy couldn’t help but roll her eyes in annoyance.

**The Delian Alliance** - A rapidly expanding alliance comprised of countries and islands that operate on the ideology of a true democratic union with limited monarchial influence something she found laughable.

*Next* She dismissively thought in an uninterested manner.

**Durga**  - A member of the Iron Legion, supposedly one of the most powerful and influential military organizations that currently plagues the seas of the New World, yet Roxy couldn’t recall hearing anything new about the group nor could she actually recall how they supposedly came Into power other than word of mouth.

Glancing around she noted a few other people whom she couldn’t quite recall other than the names she’d heard muttered around the room.

**Scarlet** - A woman renowned as the "Fairy Godmother", a former Marine who currently is sailing around the world acting as a voice of revolution.

Mulling to herself as she finished noting each important individual, Roxy mentally began going over who she should approach first and on what premises.

### The Life Of The Party

Unfortunately, Moulin Rouge had arrived late. It wasn't on purpose, though Rouge was a woman who didn't care about doing things such as this in a timely manner. It was mainly due to the idiots she surrounded herself with. One of whom was with her today, a courtesan and mermaid known as Angel who was about half of Rouge's towering height of 6'4", of course, no one there knew her by Rouge. Even Angel referred to her only as "Lady Marmalade." The girls came donned in expensive dresses and jewelry, having themes of eastern wear considering the recent trip to the infamous Wano Country.

"We're late Mistress Marmalade!" Angel shrieked, the pearls on her wrists jangling with fear and excitement as she looked at all the riches around them. It appeared Tabart had gone all out. "And whose fault is that?" Lady Marmalade hmphed, side kicking Angel with her heel and causing the mermaid, who had grown legs long ago, to yelp. Normally when Rouge walked into a room, all eyes were on her. But, she had brought Angel, what most would describe as whatever the opposite is to a Viagra, in order to cancel out all that attention. Sure it was nice, but in a room full of tramps and thieves, she didn't want to be bothered. "Besides Angel, be on your best behavior. I know how rowdy you can get and I hate to tell you darling, you're far past your prime." By that time Angel had already unhooked her seashell bra and threw it somewhere, flirting with someone at the sushi bar. Lady Marmalade sighed, taking a glass of wine from a nearby walking waiter and swirling it in her glass.

"Late." She scoffed. "Everyone else was just early." And with that, she sipped her wine and gazed across the room, thinking of this parties true purpose and it wasn't just to have a good time.

As Tabart moved between his guest, having finished up with the majority of those he considered valuable assets, the noise from the escorts had drew his attention. Though unfamiliar with her on a personal level, Tabart, a frequent broker of the Underworld, could easily recognize the descriptions told of the woman who had been ascending as a Queen. This was a perfect opportunity for him to make Tir Na Nog that much more attractive, both literally and metaphorically.

Brushing his hair back, he walked forward towards Lady Marmalade, giving a slight bow upon his approach. "To have thought you would have accepted my invitation, Lady Marmalade," Tabart begun. "I'm honored, truly. Welcome to Tir Na Nog. I've been anticipating your arrival."

Lady Marmalade, though elegant and beautiful, was also painfully crass. She was a "lady" when need be, but for now she saw no real need. Her eyebrows seemed to wave as the man approached, as if they alone were judging him. After she had formed an opinion she held up a singular finger to his face before using her other hand to fish a cigarette from her purse. "So, is that a beanstalk in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" Marmalade laughed as smoke flew from her mouth.

Suddenly Angel was back, the former most beautiful mermaid in the sea and the current ugliest woman in the room. She was drooling at the mouth at the big puddle of tall, dark, and handsome standing in front of them. "Are you single!?!?!?!?!?!?" Her teeth were yellowing and cracked, her hair seemed to have been frizzled by bad humidity, and her body had been let go by well.. herself. She was a short and stubby woman, the only thing that held her together was the incredibly tight kimono and corset Lady Marmalade had shoved her in. The mermaid perked her bosom up, hmphing at Tabart with a great deal of sass. Marmalade brought an arm to her forehead, groaning at her accomplices behavior. Luckily, she had grown a great deal of tolerance for this type of thing, or so she thought. "And what the hell kinda name is Tir Na Nog!"

That was the straw on the camels back for Rouge, who had grabbed the mermaid by her hair and threw her out a nearby window, brushing her hands together as if to clean them. "Now, where were we?" She smiled sweetly.

"Errr...." Tabart started, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, "I think you were going to say, *Wow Tabart, I would love to do business with you*, or something along those lines, you know?"

Rouge looked at the man, biting her lip for a split second while her mind questioned both the mans motives and what the hell she had actually said. Shrugging, she went along with it, taking a long drag. "Ahhh yes." She said, blowing a cloud of smoke upward. "Jackie is it." She cackled, flailing her long limbs about before taking another hit. "Yes yes, my well co-workers is a strong word... acquaintances have spoken about you." Lady Marmalade smiled kindly, her painted lips thinning into a creepy condescending grin. "And I assume you want a few of my girls for this oversized frat party of yours?" She tilted her head slightly.

Tabart chuckled. "Well, I do have quite the guest to entertain, especially following the end of the reception. Many are taking residence in the many bedrooms of my manor, and many have decided to attend my event alone. We wouldn't want them to be lonely during their stay, no?"

Rouge was blunt, playful, and flirtatious. No amount of authority in the world was going to change that. "Oh no no." Rouge said, flicking her cigarette behind her only to get another. "This isn't about people being lonely, I'm all for company. This is about the price." Her speech was gritted, given that she was speaking with the smoke bar in her mouth. "You see I've dealt with your kind, when I was a little... lower on the totem pole. You dragons. Always guarding treasure, but my question is..." Taking the cigarette out, she flicked some ashes onto the floor. "Is it worth it?"

Tabart slid his hands into his pockets. "I doubt you've dealt with my kind before, Lady Marmalade," he replied, "The Bathory are different from other nobles. We are made to earn what we possess, as you may see for yourself. Everything in this room, from this manor, to the very earth that it rest upon were created by yours truly, quite literally. That's what this celebration is for, my lady. It's the anniversary of when I crafted Tir Na Nog, island of paradise."

He slid his foot on the ashes, dispersing them ever so slightly so that the pile would not be ass noticeable.

"So, if there's a question of worth, my word and my actions should speak for themselves. Like you said, the question is the price. So, I ask of you, what is yours?"

"Well, like you said..." Rouge smiled, looking around at all he had supposedly gathered on his own and just laughing. "I've never dealt with your kind. I guess that's true, the Bathory Family I know wouldn't touch my business with a ten foot pole. Then again," She swirled the wine in her glass around. "I can't just take your word now can I? You've earned everything you've had... well, then you can prove it to me." Clapping her hands, a woman would appear behind Tabart. This woman was, of course, Angel. After being thrown out a window, she had twigs and branches in her hair, her dress was tattered and torn and she had multiple scratches. Luckily, her make up was still in tact.

"I'm sure you've met Angel, no? The most beautiful mermaid in the sea, self proclaimed." Rouge took yet another puff, blowing the cloud this time at the purple haired sea creature. "If you can manage a kiss with her, I'll gladly do business with you." Rouge cackled and Angel clapped. "Oh man, I don't know if my factory is open for business. I haven't got a customer at my kissin' booth in years!" Angel was undoubtedly one of the most repulsive creatures on earth but her lips were puckered and ready to get to action.

Tabart blinked. "H-Huh?"

He glanced at Angel, and then around the room, taking note of the hundreds of guest who eyes fell upon him. His reputation, his glory, it would all be ruined! But beyond all, his beautiful lips...

"W-Why, Rouge, don't you know? I'm an engaged man," Tabart chuckled, lifting his hand from his pocket to showcase his ring. "I would love to, but surely, I cannot, out of my morals. Still, how would five hundred million belly sound for you to open a brothel in my paradise?"

Yawning, Lady Marmalade decided it was time to pull out all the stops. "I hate to tell you this Jackie, but in my world that power, money, and influence makes you nothing more than a target and because of that... I have this." Flashing her watch, a snail came from a special department and displayed only the video, as the volume was turned down for security reasons. It displayed a woman known as Megara with a tan purpled haired man looking uncannily similar to the one in front of her, 'wrestling' on top of a dining room table.

"You see, I have what I like to call a pleasure network. I have one of my girls on every corner of this globe, and where there's love... there's always a camera." Rouge smiled. "So I'm going to ask again, if you want to do business with me, not only will these tapes be destroyed from existence, but my rule on kissing Angel won't be swayed! But, if you go ahead and do it now..." Rouge smiled wickedly, striking a pose. "I'll make sure she keeps her top on." At that very moment in time, Angel had stripped down and out of her kimono, revealing a sea shell bra and a pearl bikini bottom. She was about two seconds away from showing everyone at the party her pooter and her cooter, and she didn't care who saw it. And for once, neither did Rouge. Just as beauty can be a weapon, ugliness can be as well!

Tabart’s face turned a bright red at the sight of the video, and his heart nearly dropped into his gut.

“H-h…o-O…F-F-F-Fine!”

His words were a jumbled mess, evidence of his confusion and embarrassment. Never would he have thought that his encounter with Megara would have ever been used against him, but alas, karma had come back full throttle. Besides, he really did not want to see Angel any more indecent than she already was.

“I-I’ll give her a kiss! But only for a second!”

He turned his body towards her, and puckered his lips, slowly moving his head forward towards Angel’s own. He was sure that her lips were bigger than his entire head, which concerned him slightly, and only contributed to the rapid rate in which his heart was beating. He could feel his organ pushing against his chest, almost as if it were desperate to escape before he could complete the act. As he drew closer, he drew slower, and slower, unsure if the video were even worth the disgrace he would face.

But, amid all those thoughts, he felt the wet lips of the mermaid against his own, his but a drop in what seemed to be a vast ocean. Tabart jumped backwards, wiping his. “Why were they cold!?”

Angel was not ONLY the most beautiful mermaid, but the luckiest girl on earth. She saw Tabart sweating, his body shaking... that was it. They were both feeling it? Two souls connecting, their lips flowing against one another's like the sea's tide on a beautiful beach. LOVE! Angel's eyes were replaced by hearts, her prince had finally came into her life. In fact, it made her faint. That's how amazing it was. Luckily, Angel's pimp Madame was there to catch her, gently placing her on the floor. While she was asleep, Angel dreamed of Tabart. The handsome muscular dragon and their wedding.. how it would look. She remembered him saying something about being engaged, it had to be to her... right! That was why Rouge brought her to this party, RIGHT? Oh! Oh! oHHHH!!!

Rouge was more than amused. "So I guess you are a man of your word. You truly have earned everything I see before me. I'll admit you are an impressive man, but I'd work on your business savvy. I would have done it for seven hundred million." Rouge giggled, lighting a cigarette. "I'll open a brothel here, and I'll make sure this so-called paradise of yours has only the most attractive girls. Unfortunately, I can't be here all the time so it will be Angel who runs it while I am away. I assure you, she is far stronger than her appearance would suggest. And much more capable." Rouge became very serious, explaining the details of Angel's past and her combative abilities. "As you may know, all of my girls are trained in both the art of seduction, and the art of combat. That is, of course, how I've gotten to where I am today." Rouge took a drink and then another puff before continuing this speech, looking down and tapping Angel's unconscious body with her heel, making sure she was asleep.

"You see, when I kidnapped Angel she was the princess of an underwater kingdom and I can say she was very beautiful. Unfortunately, I learned that her family has a terrible curse. They lose their beauty once they receive legs

if only I had known that once she turned 30 she would be useless to me... anywho, she will watch over the brothel here."

The nobles in attendance chuckled at Tabart’s display, but, after hearing Rouge’s words, he did not care. He was ecstatic at his obtainment of another business partner, but, the thoughts of Angel did not easily leave his mind, nor his lips.

“That’s…of no concern to me,” Tabart chuckled, curling his lips into a smirk. “However, I can’t seem to get that kiss off my lips. How about another, to replace that one, eh?”

"Maybe in your dreams. But I will say..." Rouge eye'd him. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Laughing at the pun, she kicked Angel awake and went on her way, walking in a seductive manner before turning around and blowing Tabart a kiss goodbye.

Having completed the deal, Tabart turned his body away, and began walking in the other direction. “Yeah…fuck her.”

## Progress

All banquets ended, for a variety of reasons, but often it was because many, if not all, of those in attendance finally began to succumb to the alcohol swishing in their veins. Tabart imported the best liquors that he could find and used his abilities to manifest those he could not import. The Shichibukai enjoyed his own taste, and even now, in his hand, was an ale that he adored from his time scourging the seas as a pirate. That time seemed so distant.

Sure, he was still *technically* a pirate, but he was more like a celebrity at this point, somewhat like an athlete who had done a bunch of stuff, broken a bunch of records and was just the dude that randomly popped up in movies and commercials. He did not help his case that he had become a kind of poster boy for the World Government. He was that guy on every ad, newspaper article, billboard, den den mushi screen; he was always the focal point on how the World Government could rehabilitate someone, even a pirate, and let them live their lives the way they were supposed to. It made sense why the Bathory gave him that mission. He was the perfect candidate for it.

He was a noble, a royal of the highest order, gifted with talents that almost succumbed and abandoned his history and his status in pursuit of power, and the World Government, recognizing that he was nothing, but a trouble youth saved him from the descent into darkness. It was bullshit, but even he could not deny that it was a solid story to tell, and a way to get parents to enroll their children into the marines. *“Get a job or get out my house”* was probably what most of them were saying while casually sliding a marine poster across the table. It was kind of like brainwashing, or just some intense peer pressure. But, pressure paid, and he was well taken care of.

He grabbed his speech, prepared by his grandmother and her friends, of course, and took a step towards the podium positioned at the head of the room, his bodyguards beside him.

He spoke into the microphone.

“Good evening, good evening,” he introduced, his voice hushing the crowd. “This has been a tremendous success. I’m not going to bore you all with the, *when I created this place I had a vision*, nonsense, because everyone has a vision whenever they do anything. People create companies to make money, and to help as many people as they can with their services, like many of you have. I’ve invited entrepreneurs, humanitarians, scientist, engineer; the world’s most gifted are all sitting in this room. Because, I want to work with you all to make all of our hopes and wishes a reality.”

Tabart took a step forward from his podium.

“Cooperation is the key for progress, and we can no longer allow ourselves to be divided in this era. Due to the war between the Yonko, the balance of powers in this world has been left tattered, and unchecked. Right now, Fukuoka Koyuki, captain of the Black Widow Pirates reigns supreme in this world and is threatens our very way of life. She is powerful, resilient, intelligent, beautiful…she is perfection, and though perfection is not real, due to her abilities she wields it like a weapon, and it is powerful. It was a powerful enough weapon to even seduce Aoshin, the director of the CP-0, and has left her with tremendous advantages in this world.”

His expression was blank.

“If we are to preserve ourselves, and to survive the ensuing storm that she is prepared to consume the world in, we must work together. From this moment on, Tir Na Nog will completely open its borders to rest of the world, and additionally, we will be implementing something that I have titled the Citizen Dividend. All inhabitants of this island will receive a monthly, economic stimulus plentiful to afford a comfortable living, regardless of whether they are employed or not. It is time we begin investing in the people. We need them to be more educated, we need them to be healthier, but more than all, we need them to be happy, for that is what Tir Na Nog is meant to be: paradise. That is what this world is meant to be: paradise. For, the gods that created it, the founders of the World Government, created it in that vision.”

His eyes fell upon the crowd, as if searching for someone. “Additionally, Jack Bean’s Corporation will be partnering with several nations to supply healthy, cheap foods so that nations can free up money to afford the Heavenly Tribute mandated by the World Government so that many of them can join our ranks and become apart of this tight knit community that we hold dear. For nations incapable of paying the tribute, Tir na Nog, and Jack Bean’s Corp will work with them to help subsidize the expenses. I will not allow economic hardship to determine whether citizens of this world will be safe, no longer. I ask of you all, to help me in this endeavor, the best that we can, to finally create a world that is truly unified.”

He fell silent.

“It’s the only way to stop the Black Widows…unification. Thank you all.”

Tabart waved at the applause of the crowd, and stepped behind his podium, shaking hands of those who agreed him or even pretended to do so for a while until he finally stepped away, walking down a corridor with just Lester and Zy accompanying him.

The two CP-0 agents trailed behind the one they were assigned to protect, arms behind their backs, still as official-looking as ever.

"That was quite the speech, Tabart," said Zy, "and what a humanitarian effort, your kindness truly knows no bounds! Kri hi hi hi hi!"

Lester walked beside his partner, nodding his head as she spoke.

Tabart smiled. "You think so?" he inquired, scratching the back of his neck habitually, "Well, if you guys think so, that means I must be doing something right, eh?"

"Oh yes, certainly," Zy continued, "it'll make you incredibly popular. And the more popular you are, the more power you have. And the more power you have, well, I'm certain you know where I'm going with this."

"Hmm," Tabart hummed. "Zy, tell me, is there something you want?"

He stopped momentarily, glancing at both Zy and Lester.

"The both of you have been by my side for a while now, helping, assisting, saving...every verb that I know, you both have done it. What can I do for you both?"

"Nothing," said Zy with a smile on her face, "absolutely nothing. Just keep doing what you've been doing, sending us on missions, having us protect you and your assets, and we'll be rewarded for our actions in due time."

Tabart smiled in response, turning back to continue down the corridor.

"Yes, I believe so. Perhaps, grandmother will hear of your exploits, and your tales, Zy."