Island CP3 Base

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #19 @Lamby​

The dust cloud erupted, a choking shroud of metallic grit. Yamazaki felt it sting his eyes, clawing at his throat. Yet, even as the world dissolved into gray, he didn't flinch. Instead, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the chaos. It wasn't the darkness that greeted him, but a symphony of sound - the whisper of shifting gravel, the whirring of robotic joints, the faint echo of FR-471-B's movements. His senses, honed to a razor's edge, became his eyes.
Then, a flicker in the haze, a subtle tremor in the ground. It was a whisper, barely perceptible, but to Yamazaki's sharpened awareness, it was a thunderclap. Without hesitation, he drew upon the legacy of Iaitō, the art of the quick draw. His hand, seemingly unmoving, snaked to his sheathed katana. In a single, blinding flash, he unleashed the Ittoryu Iai: Shishi Sonson.
The world blurred as Yamazaki became a storm, a silver slash carving through the dust. His katana, a singing ember, sliced through the air with the fury of a lion's roar.

Gerald's fist, a viper poised to strike, coiled towards Ichimura. But the Agent was a serpent, twisting his senses around the attack before it landed. He readied his body, a willow branch bending before the storm, not to break but to flow with the force. The air sang with the whisper of Gerald's punch, a gust before the storm. Ichimura's eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing like bowstrings drawn. He shifted subtly, not a flinch, but a calculated movement to meet the blow on his terms. The metal fist, a predator's lunge, aimed for Ichimura's heart. But his spirit stood unflinching, a lighthouse amidst the encroaching waves. He braced himself, not with fear, but with the cold steel of resolve, ready to turn the tide. The glint of metal on metal foretold the clash. Ichimura's katana, a sliver of moonlight, met Gerald's fist, a blunt hammer. He braced, absorbing the blow, the shock rippling through his sinews like lightning through a blade.

Hijikata wasn't finished. Seeing Ichimura pressed, he launched himself skyward like a phantom. From above, he transformed into a living storm of steel. Shimmering like moonlight on ice, his twin blades unleashed a Rankyaku 'Renge.' The air ripped open, not with one clean gash, but with many crisscrossing lines. They appeared like delicate scratches at first, but then, like blossoming roses, they widened and deepened, carving towards Gerald's armor.

Spoiler: Details

-Ichimura: Dura [ level 4 ]
-Verdict: Not very effective

-Yamazaki: Level 5

-Hijikata: Level 4

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt Part #20
@God_Usopun
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The echo of a powerful CLANG! Quaked the base, Electricity crackled as the feint sirens of whurring Energy Sources escaped the cleaved bodies of both the Metallic Robots... "No..." Muttered EG-471, It's energy reserves swiftly Depleting as it's main line of travel had been cut. FR-471-B met a similar fate, it's torso dropped to the ground as engine oil spewed out from it's pelvis.

Spoiler: DPR

Durability: 61-80: 4. City Block Level
Verdict: DPR 1 higher than dura: quite effective

"NO!" exclaimed Boom-Burst within the metallic Casing he had retreated into, his fist slammed into the Desk he stationed himself at. His Monitor went blank; the pair of robots have had their source lines split, they're life force was leaking outwards...

Gerald's swift jab was met with a skillful block, Fist to metal they clashed; a brief shockwave echoed outwards from their exhibition of strengths however Gerald had wished for an outcome like this to occur. The Low recoil from his jab allowed him to swiftly step in from the instance the block had been brought up, Gerald Swung; he swiveled his hip and brought about his Right fist with a devasting speed and vicious hunger...

Hard Knuckle: Hooker's Right!
A shockwave erupted as a cone of Air formed around the fist of the Mecha, a clad of Armament Haki seared it's way unto the Mecha's Fist as it inched close to Ichimura's open Right side!

Spoiler: DPR

61-80: 2. Small Building Level + B(2) + Hardening(1) = 120: 5. Town Level

Right as he launched his punching, Anticipating it's impact; ripping through the Air Came a wild Rankyaku! The attack came and scraped the armor of the mecha; It's lacklustre destructive potency merely scrapped the metallic plating of the Mecha; deepening of as a wound, this in turn grabbed Gerald's Attention!

Spoiler: DPR

Durability: 120: 5. Town Level
Verdict: DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

His attention swiveled as fast as it could, shifting from an already executed punch to a peak in interest. His Observation haki subconsciously flashed, his rage boiled as he sought the target; "So... It was you." He muttered, All Eyes on Hijikata as he was now the object of our Gilded Pirate's Attention. He pulled his hands close to his body, taking a strong and prepared stance he dashed for the Agent!

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #20 @Lamby​

A hurricane of air heralded Gerald's Hard Knuckle: Hooker's Right. Ichimura, caught like a leaf in a tempest, saw only a blur of fist, then felt the world explode. Haki-infused bone met flesh with a sickening crunch, the impact twisting his insides like a wrung mop. He sailed through the mist, a crimson comet streaking through the swirling gray, taste of iron blooming in his throat. Each ragged breath ripped through the agony blooming in his side, the landscape rushing up to meet him in a sickening blur.

The world tilted on its axis as he slammed into the damp earth, sending shockwaves through the undergrowth.

A silver blur in the swirling mist, Yamazaki launched himself from a crumpled robot chassis. Twin blades flashed as he unleashed the Nitōryū Iai: Rashomon. Steel shrieked against air, a hurricane of force ripping the mist asunder, sparks erupting like miniature novas as the blades grazed the ground.
The blades blurred, a razor-sharp tempest aimed at Gerald's hulking mecha. The behemoth roared, gears straining as it raised a metallic arm to block the oncoming storm. The mist parted with a shriek, revealing a ravaged battlefield littered with metallic debris and smoldering craters, a precarious cliff edge looming ominously in the distance.
Yamazaki landed, feet planted like granite, eyes narrowed as he faced Gerald's gaze through the visor. The duel had shifted; the fog was gone, replaced by a brutal dance of steel and metal under the pale moon.

Spoiler: Details

-Ichimura: Dura [ level 4 ]
-Verdict: quite effective

-Yamazaki: Level 4

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt Part #21
@God_Usopun
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The Streaks of Yamazaki's attack ripped through the firm rock, it split the fog and dissipated it's firm mask freeing both parties from it's curse. Upon first encounter the slash scraped a deep Gash into the firm armor of the Mecha, Gerald's Movements came to a quick halt as he teetered from side to side trying to regain his balance. The Dissipated Fog finally kicked into his mind, He came to a firm and sturdy stance and took a quick glance of those about him. Hijikata stood ahead of him, Yamazaki was at his flank and the open sea was in open sight in the horizon. "So the battle has shifted..." He muttered, his anger suddenly fading into oblivion. Gerald began exercising a strict bit of caution; He hadn't relied on his Haki just yet, he became a bit skeptical of what's to come.

Spoiler: DPR

DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

"...If that Agent had enough time to attack me then that would mean my Robots have been completely destroyed, It's such a shame. Well no, not only is it a shame that my creations are down; My mecha will succumb to a similar fate if I don't fight carefully." He monologued, his mecha stood motionless. It had recovered from the sudden intrusion of Yamazaki's hit, it rested in a boxing position. It's stance sufficiently wide with Gerald's left leg taking the leading initiative. His Arms were close and tucked strongly; he needed a new course of action and he also had to be wary of the Agents he was facing.

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #21 @Lamby​

The gilded giant loomed across the battlefield, a mocking testament to their enemy's power. For hours, the CP3 agents had danced around it, striking at its flanks and chipping away at its defenses while waiting. Waiting for that fleeting opportunity, that sliver of hope in the steel-clad nightmare.

And then, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow on the carnage, it appeared. A miscalculation? A momentary lapse in the machine's defenses? It was a crack in the mountain, a whisper in the storm, and it was all they needed.

A primal thrill surged through them, a mix of fear and exhilaration. This was it. This was the dance they'd been rehearsing, the fight they'd been training for. To miss it, to hesitate, meant failure, meant succumbing to the metallic titan.

So, with a shared, unspoken understanding, they charged.

Steel shrieked its battle cry as the CP3 agents descended, a hurricane of purpose aimed at the gilded monstrosity. Grit scraped their teeth, and smoke clawed at their lungs, but their eyes burned with cold resolve. Each movement was a coordinated assault, a calculated blow designed to wound and overwhelm. They wouldn't give the machine a chance to recover, a moment to assess the damage.

At the forefront, Hijikata moved like a wraith, his twin blades weaving a tapestry of shadows and death. Each strike whispered with the promise of oblivion, aimed at tendons and hidden joints, seeking to flay the machine open. His face, usually stoic, was etched with predatory hunger, a grim smile playing on his lips despite the sweat stinging his eyes. He knew their only hope lay in relentless aggression, pushing the machine beyond its capacity to react.

Beside him, Yamazaki was a whirlwind of fury, his katanas flashing like silver lightning through the haze. His screams, a guttural mix of anger and pain, mirrored the metallic screech of the mecha as he carved into its hide. Exhaustion tugged at his muscles, each parry leaving him panting, but his will to fight remained an inferno. He danced on the edge of his exhaustion, knowing each blow brought them closer to victory, closer to silencing the machine's roar.

Ichimura, the ever-calm eye of the storm, danced a different macabre dance. His precise and controlled blades probed for weaknesses, exploiting mechanical flaws with chilling efficiency. His face was a mask of cold determination despite the growing fatigue gnawing at his bones. He knew his role was not just to wound, but to cripple, to leave the machine open for his companions' final strike.

The agents staggered, bloodied but unbroken, their resolve hardening with each near miss. They pressed forward, their attacks a relentless tide, drowning the machine in a wave of coordinated fury.

Sweat streamed down their faces, mingling with the grime of battle. Muscles screamed in protest, lungs burning with the acrid taste of exertion. Yet, they surged forward, fueled by desperate hope and a shared hatred for the metallic behemoth that loomed before them. This was their dance, their lament, and they would see it through to the bitter end, each strike a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness.

The battle raged, an inferno consuming the clearing. The battered but not broken agents pressed their assault, each strike a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness. They were the storm against the mountain, the ember against the gale, and in their hearts burned the unwavering hope that even the mightiest machine could fall, could crumble under the unrelenting weight of their combined purpose.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #22
@God_Usopun​

"...This is bad." Muttered Gerald, his thought momentarily overshadowed by a loud clang mercilessly emanating from a monstrous clash between himself and the overbearing Agents. For hours he'd fought with them, his original course of action was to take the island and reap of it's goods in the name of his ferocious captain; Sweet Einsauer however things to a turn for the worst once he had properly absorbed the gravity of the situation.

CLANG!
Rung the screeches of a devastating clash of blade and Mechanical fist...

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Gerald's foot steps thunderously slammed along the devastated concrete ground, he began taking notice of the chinks and brutal gashes in his armor; literally and figuratively. His anger had subsided and now, he could properly assess the situation right before his very eyes. His stamina was beginning to run low, burning through his reserves through continuous usage of his various forms of haki however without them; he wouldn't have stood a chance...

"This is bad! If I hadn't paraded around the battlefield; rampaging foolishly I could have shifted the tides of battle into my favor. The Mecha has sustained too much damage, without it; I won't be able to take all them at once." He monologued, he was being subdued thanks to the combined efforts of the Agents. Defensively pacing back words with his arms tucked; groggily bobbing and weaving the combined assaults of both Yamazaki and Ichimura. In came Hijikata! Silently traversing the field to have effortlessly cleaved through the back foot of the Mecha; aiming at where one's Achilles heal would be.

"Tch-" He uttered, a bead of sweat dripped down the left side of his face. He flashed his observation haki, gaining an innate awareness of the surrounding Agents whilst also gaining a precognitive boost; he gained a proper understanding of their moves and with what he had left, he attempted to escape! He wove their slashes, keenly he awaited Hijikata's sneaky assault and thus baited him. Shifting his pace at the last moment to swiftly Cross-up the swordsman; it was opening, he leapt for it.

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Without a second ounce of hesitation Gerald ran, utilizing his bounce boots; he was capable of covering a mass amount of distance though he possessed equivocal speeds to the Agents of CP3. "This was all my own fault, I could have changed the course of battle had I kept a level head. Now look at me, fleeing." He muttered to himself, his pride was immediately humbled. "I have to leave, Immediately; if not then my Mecha will fall, I can already hear the gears of it's hinges cry and yearn for rest as the stress of this confrontation have begun wearing them thin. I'm not skilled enough yet, if I don't leave now I'll be swallowed up by them; atleast it's only a matter of time until they catch up to me. Let me make it count."

Gerald's trajectory lead off to the metallic casing which sat at the outskirts of the island; He didn't bother collecting the remains of his robots. They've been defeated, there's no team to examine where they went wrong. With the little advantage he had left, he came upon the case. He wasn't too sure whether or not the Cotton Blossom remained on the outskirts of the Marine base but he didn't have time to take that gamble. Coming to a sudden stop, right at the case, with his momentum carrying over he punted the Gigantic Case right off the outskirts of CP3! Though denting the casing, he sent it flying off and out to sea.

"WOAH, WHAT THE HELL?!" Shockingly exclaimed Boomburst, the innards of the casing wailed and softly cried as a flash of red; screamed warning within his ears. He had no proper understanding of what had just happened but the shaking of the casing only hinted to something detrimental unfolding outside of it.

"That makes one... Hopefully the trajectory I sent the casing will allow it to close in on the Cotton Blossom but as for me... There's only one thing left to do..." He monologued, the threat of the Agents loomed over him. His sudden epiphany was quite contradictory to the confidence he once showed before. His leg dropped to the concrete ground, it crumbled around his boot leaving an indent; "Dammit..." He muttered right before leaping off into the Waters! The Mechanical Titan subtly sparked as he confidently paddled out to sea. He needed time, time to re-group and to rekindle his methods.

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #22 @Lamby​

As the golden form of the mecha receded into the mist-shrouded sea, bewilderment washed over the agents. The fog of battle slowly lifted, revealing a battlefield scarred by the ferocity of the clash. Twisted metal and smoking engines were the silent testaments to EG-471 and FR-471-B's final stand.

Exchanging grim glances, Hijikata, Yamazaki, and Ichimura grappled with frustration and steely resolve. The chase was on, and they wouldn't let their elusive target escape this close.

"He's heading out to sea! Follow him!" Hijikata's voice cracked with urgency, slicing through the tense silence. His gaze locked on the fading silhouette, determination hardening his jaw. "He's wounded, this is our chance. Let him regroup, and we'll face a far deadlier enemy later."

But Yamazaki countered, his voice laced with caution. "Hijikata-san, chasing blindly is risky. What other tricks does he have? We have wounded comrades, some lying critical. Prioritizing them and regrouping is prudent."

Caught between their viewpoints, Ichimura interjected, "He is a threat, and letting him slip away invites future trouble. Yet, Yamazaki is right. Our team's well-being can't be ignored."

The debate raged, each presenting valid concerns. The delicate balance between pursuing the enemy and ensuring their survival hung precariously. Hijikata, consumed by the mission, remained adamant. Yamazaki, haunted by the battle's toll, pressed for caution. Ichimura sought a pragmatic solution.

Meanwhile, the mecha's form dwindled closer to the horizon.

After a heated exchange, a collective decision emerged. The sight of their fallen comrades swayed the tide. Even Hijikata, his face etched with frustration, conceded.

"Fine," he growled, his voice heavy. "We regroup. But remember, once our wounded are treated, we're back on his trail. He won't escape us."

Yamazaki, relieved by the pragmatism, nodded. "Treating our own comes first. We'll be of no use chasing him weakened."

Ichimura, a bridge between the two, concluded, "Agreed. Swiftly tend to our wounded, then resume the pursuit prepared. No more surprises."

With newfound unity, the agents shifted their focus from the vanishing enemy to the immediate needs of their team.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #23
@God_Usopun​

Is that it? The mighty Gerald Yopenheimer with his glamorous exhibition at the very start of this scuffle, now reduced to a man retreating with a sullied pride. Well his temporal withdrawal from the battle was a calculated endeavor, his robots had fallen and his mecha would have met a similar fate had he not switched strategies.

Deep within the ocean, spume of water shot into the sky; it was the metal casing Gerald had kicked off the shores of CP3. The flag of the cotton blossom waved elegantly a few meters away as the swabbies spotted the spume from afar. "THAR SHE BLOWS!" Shouted one of them, another made their way to the crows nest, expanding a metallic spyglass they investigated. "Aye! Is it a sea beast? We can't be attracting anymore of those now that Sweet's gone off to her quarters. We don't have anyone capable of taking it down, please bare some good news." Inquired a swabby, yellowing from the deck.

"No! It's no sea beast." He swiftly replied, keeping his eye on the waters from his vantage point. A water droplets rained and trickled as it came to reveal a slick silver metallic casing that had begun sinking below the water surface. "What the hell is that-" He softly muttered.

The case sank below the water surface only to dramatically rise, it flew out of the water and came right for them! "AH! CLEAR THE DECK!" He shouted. The swabbies fearfully looked about and they scattered, the casing smacked the Cotton Blossom, causing a heavy teeter of the massive vessel. It had almost capsized though just narrowly escaping sinking as it leveled and bobbed from side to side upon the sea, the swabbies shrieked in terror. They could be seen cowering and holding on to the railings of the ship, out from the waters sprung the gilded mecha Gerald!

A low and menacing "whurr" haunted the deck, intimidating the swabbies. A long strip of sea weed hung over the shoulder of the massive mecha. "Dammit!" Loudly exclaimed Gerald from within the contraption, it puffed and steamed open. Water leaked from it's armor and sparks of electricity flew about it's opened cockpit, frantically the gilded knight ran about investigating the damage caused to his machine.

The swabbies were too stunned to speak after all, he was one of the stronger members of their crew. "You guys! Give me a hand here." He loudly demanded of them, he pointed at a pair who had been cowering on the northern side of the vessel; considering that their positioning faced them west, the hesitated but immediately ran to his aid...

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"I won't fail..."​

A few hours had gone by, the cotton blossom still roamed the outskirts of CP3; though a completely reckless idea Gerald was not finished with his mission. The gleaming bright orange hue of the setting sun ceased it's beautiful descent and now the thickness of night were upon them, it was another late night watch on the Cotton Blossom though with the gigantic casing on the it was quite hard to focus. Gerald was not with them, no-no; he went back to the base. He still had a job to do and this time he had a proper plan of action.

The ocean softly sang it's lullaby, the waves rolled and flew and slapped against the island. The sea breeze softly danced across the waters and unto the main land, it was peaceful and quiet.

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"I will have your heads, one day but not today..." Softly muttered Gerald. He had enough time to rest and recuperate and now it was prime time to fight once more; alas this was a covert operation. He arose from the sea within a roughly patched Mecha, he modified the bounce boots to cushion his foot steps and thus make them considerably softer. "I had quite a bit of a scuffle with these lot and I landed some great hits on them, surely they'll have camped out somewhere as they try to figure out what to do next." He monologued, he fired up his observation haki and began scanning the isle.

The thick debris of the broken main base littered across a mass of the island, his bright colours would make it considerably difficult to find especially in the moonlight and so he was only limited to hiding away behind any big structures he could. A bright light illuminated a small area within the vast debris; it seems as though the shattered concrete was moved and placed in a manner to create a camp. Gerald was sure of it, he moved in closer; his observation haki in full swing could do most of the work for him. He could sense them, all the Agents gathered in one spot including... Kondo!

"TEREH-HI-HI-HI-HEH..." He softly cackled within the hollow cockpit of his mecha. "Jackpot, I don't think I'll be able to rush in like last time. It'd be foolish to do a repeat of what I had done; it's night, I assume this is when they'd be resting. If I remember correctly I need 2 agents and Kondo to be properly rewarded, I need a distraction though..." He thought.

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #23 @Lamby​

Haunting howls echoed in the distance, pulling the CP3 agents' focus from their compromised camp. Led by Kondo, they retreated to investigate the source, the potential threat lurking in the shadows now taking precedence over the broken base.

Back at the camp, a tense silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the groans of the wounded. One agent, their skilled medic, treated injuries sustained in the earlier confrontation with Gerald's formidable mecha. Despite the pain, vigilance remained etched on their faces.

Kondo's gaze darted around, wary. "We can't afford to relax," he barked, his voice contrasting sharply with the stillness. "Treat the wounded quickly, but stay alert. That pirate won't hesitate to exploit this weakness."

The medic worked with practiced efficiency, bandages, and healing agents, a blur in their hands. Yamazaki and Hijikata, their nerves on edge, formed a defensive ring around the camp, determined to prevent any opportunistic attacks during their moment of vulnerability.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #24
@God_Usopun
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"But would a distraction be enough?" He thought, second-guessing his original plan of action. From his observation haki he was fully capable of detecting all eight agents both situated and stationed at the edges of the campsite and within beds resting; or so he guessed considering the kinds of presences each of them emitted. It was only a matter of time before Gerald's gigantic Mecha would be spotted; afterall he was hard to miss.

"I don't have any gadgets on me as of now, all I have. All I have left is my final missile within the launcher." He thought, the mecha's right should softly huffed it transfigured wide open revealing the launcher. As quietly and gently as he could he unloaded the launcher and grasped the final missile within his palm. "If I do this correctly, I'd have triggered a point back explosion on exactly two agents trying to recuperate and the shockwave will knock over the pair that are tending to their wounds as well as stunning the others including Kondo. From a point blank range however that may just chip of the hinks of my Mecha's armor as well as put me in a state of ragdoll. It has to be from a distance, a distance at which I can absorb the shockwave and dash straight into the smog."

"A go for broke surprise attack, use the missile to cause major damage and whilst they try to figure out what's going on I use the debris and after effects of the shockwave to get what I need then leave. What are the possibilities that I am unsuccessful in this;

• There is a slight chance that a sole agent would be left standing; the stun would be improbable in it's effects and I'd be intercepted and from them time will continue to tick until I have enough to get away.​
• There is also the slight probability that my fire power isn't enough to take them out in one go.​

I might have to throw it from a trajectory that allows the hit to hit the floor so that the heat and kinetic energy distributes evenly or unevenly in my favor. There are only two ways of doing that though-" His thoughts had paused. An agent had suddenly moved, trailing to the edges of the camp ready to scout. Gerald was running out of time... He shimmed over, though not going to far of a short distance since he would inevitably alert the lone scout.

"Definitely No time." He muttered.

He headed off, adjacent to where the agent had poked out of and girded himself. He trekked quietly retreating from the wall whilst keeping low, He fell to one knee; an odd position but one that was quite effective for what he wanted do next. He aligned the missile like a javelin; he was only a fraction of a meter away from the large and angled debris... And he threw it!

ching... BOOM!

Spoiler: DPR

61-80: 2. Small Building Level +(B) = 101-119: 4. City Block Level

Vs Gerald's Mecha
101-119: 4. City Block Level vs 120: 5. Town Level = DPR 1 below dura: somewhat effective

A bright flash fell upon the battlefield, a shockwave emanated from the outer wall of the camp; encapsulating it's entirety. A combustive cloud of fire then turned smog sprung outwards and upwards and there Gerald took his shot, He flashed his observation Haki once again and kept it lit. He rose from the stun of the shockwave, his bounce boots primed for action; he dashed into the thick smog!

Like a raging bull he dashed through like a rushing force, he could sense the disturbed presence and worsened states of their wounded; he ran for them first. He untucked his mecha's gargantuan arms; moving with an uncanny swiftness he reached for their bodies!

 

[God_Usopun]

The Hunt Part #24 @Lamby
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The earth shuddered with a loud crack. The shockwave from the explosion ripped through the camp, disorienting Agent Tanaka. Acrid smoke stung his nostrils, blurring his vision. Through the haze, the hulking form of Gerald's mecha loomed, its shadow swallowing the wreckage below. Panic clawed at Tanaka's throat. Their formidable leader, Kondo, lay crumpled amidst the debris, incapacitated by the blast.

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Tanaka's shoulders. With Kondo out of commission, it fell to him to pick up the pieces. But before he could formulate a plan, Gerald's mecha lurched forward. Its massive arms snatched Kondo and two injured agents in a swift, horrifying display of power.

Despair choked Tanaka. Without Kondo, they were hopelessly outmatched. All they could do now was regroup the remaining agents, tend to their wounded, and salvage what remained of their mission.

 

[Lamby]

The Hunt #25
@God_Usopun​

The surrounding smoke loomed, it swirled and filled the night sky; their campfire went dead and their camp was in shambles... But Gerald's mission was a success! Or at the very least, his plan of action was, within the Chaos he reached for their wounded; Saito and Hijikata incorporating his observation haki he also grabbed Kondo within the mix and he dashed off! Reading the innate positions of each of the downed Agents as a collective he made his escape whilst masked by the thick fog. He utilized his bounce boots, leaning forwards within his sprint to angle each kick of his legs to ensure that they propel him forwards!

He curdled the injured Agents and Kondo in the arms of his Mecha and he shot for the edge of the island, "Wait!" He had mentally exclaimed.

"How am I going to get them to the ship if I have to swim?!" He thought he was worried that the agents would chase after him; the ocean was fast approaching and Gerald was running out of time... He short hopped, and smashed into the ground; the concrete cracked and weakened and indented, instinctively he raised the curdled agents as to not damage them any further he momentarily squatted... Before leaping off the island! He shot into the sky at an acute forty-five degree angle sending him outwards to sea. He disappeared into the blackness of night, dully lit by the gracious moon.

Who knows the outcome of the agents without their leader; their island was ravaged by the likes of Gerald Yopenheimer but will this be the last. They'll ever hear of him?

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #1
@Dream @Infinity​

Flash Back…
“What’s this?!” Questioned Gerald, he was completely bewildered! What he found was something the Kata could never, ever learn about… It was his own wanted Poster!

“Oh, no. This is bad; this is really bad!” he exclaimed, his anxiety spiked, and his heart pounded in his chest. “What is it?” Questioned Mark. In the Heart of another Market, an unknown island floating in this vast ocean; in this endless sea! Gerald ripped the thin paper sheet off the bounty wall it was attached to; he flickered the sheet to then quickly straighten it. He turned it about showed Mark what had agitated him so.

“It’s a bounty poster of you know who!” He replied. “I think you already know why this is really, really bad. You aren’t labelled as a pirate, so you waltz around free; strangely enough your attire doesn’t garner as much attention as a genuinely thought it would.”

“Well of course not, I’m dressed up as a ninja. You’re the one wrapped up in a cloak, you made it evidently clear that you’re trying to hide something. Even if you take off the Hot-Dog armor.” Replied Mark, he caught on to Gerald’s message though teasing his father brought him much more joy.

“You only think this is funny because the Kata aren’t going to be after you, I hope you know if and when they execute me, you’ll actually lose your father.” He replied, completely fed up with Mark’s games. “This is serious! Even with the civilians around there’s a one in two chance that they’re Kata prepared to take me in; and you two!”

“Wait what?!” exclaimed Mark caught off-guards by what Gerald had said. He stepped closer, using his hands to gesture that they lower their tones. “What do you mean they’ll take me in too?”

“Weren’t you taught this? Kata are responsible for ensuring that the secrets of Floridia are kept to a bare minimum. As you said, I am not as inconspicuous as I’d like to be, more so I’m drawing in more attention simply by being myself; look.” He said, pointing off to the people behind them, Mark turned. He caught them, a group of women, whispering amongst themselves. Whether it was gossip or genuine concern they had taken a fancy to the peculiar duo floating about the Market’s Bounty Board. It was brief but all their eyes had met however nothing would spring from it, Mark turned back to Gerald, and he whispered, “I see what you mean.”

“If that’s the case then let’s go, not to a different section of the island but to a completely different island entirely. It’s too risky being here now that we know we’re drawing attention, first, let’s move.” He said, he held his breathe and took a deep inhale.

“The sounds of his breathing changed.” Thought Gerald as this alerted him, since his perception was much greater than his son’s a small detail like that would be hard to miss. Mark had disappeared into a blur, to the onlookers that is, Gerald followed close behind moving at a similar pace however he was a bit reckless; blobs of cream fell from his hair and landed on the ground in front of the board. The women were terrified! One had even fainted at the sight, the others gathered around to help their friend, but Gerald and Mark were already long gone. Still present on the island, they had escaped onto the clear rooftops of the market. They leapt from one building to another, till they had come upon the seaport.

“Weren’t you apart of a pirate crew, wouldn’t at least gotten your own vessel?” asked Mark, sensing Gerald’s overcast shadow over him.

Present Day…
In a vessel, fast approaching one of the plunders of his past, Gerald spotted a familiar Island from his old adventures.

“Is that it?” Inquired Mark, creeping upon his father with his silent footsteps; only to come side-by-side with him.

“Yes. That is CP3 Base.” He replied, his voice hoarse and hollow; metallic and slightly muffled as though it had left the speaker of a robotic suit. “This is what sky-rocketed my bounty; however, our mission here will be much more informative than vindictive. I think you need more battle experience and what better way to get it than facing opponents of your own caliber. If things go southwards, then I can always jump on in.”

The rush of the ocean winds, the sound of the rough seas beating against the vessel filled the young boy’s ears, however it did not drown out the guilt festering within his mind. He didn’t answer his father but rather reluctantly complied, “I don’t think this is about my well-being. Since the most life-threatening battle I’ve had was with you, on Water 7. Though it amazes me, you had your Devil Fruit then… How come you don’t have it now?!” Thought Mark as he secretly gazed upon his iron-clad father. The dark tones of his new armor were remarkably made but the old gleam of the Hot-Dog suit fit him better.

 

[Dream]

CP3 Base​

Post 1 - @Lamby ​

A vessel glided toward Kurogane Island, carrying two figures cloaked in mystery and purpose. The island’s shoreline rose ahead, rugged and foreboding, dominated by the imposing fortress of Cipher Pol 3 (CP3). Known as one of the most disciplined and fiercely loyal Cipher Pol units, CP3 had a unique responsibility: to guard the royal family of Kurogane Island. But the true reason for the base’s establishment here remained an enigma, inviting a steady stream of criminals and bounty hunters hoping to uncover whatever hidden treasures or secrets it guarded.

The two aboard the vessel moved in silence as they neared the island, one clad in dark-toned armor, his appearance emanating an almost robotic coldness. The armor was a new addition, replacing a more flamboyant past getup—an eccentric "Hot-Dog suit"—that was now an obscure memory among tales of South Blue's most wanted. His current guise was intimidating, void of the lively energy it once held, signaling a transformation and a buried history. Beside him stood a younger figure, bearing an expression both expectant and uneasy, aware of the looming confrontation with CP3 and the potential battle that awaited him.

From the CP3 fortress, guards spotted the approaching ship. Their training was meticulous, honed over years of fending off threats to the royal family. As the vessel closed in, CP3 agents readied themselves, silently organizing their defensive positions, anticipating a possible intrusion. The base was a fortress and a home for these agents, and any unwelcome presence—especially one exuding such a daunting aura—was cause for concern. These agents, trained in high-level protection and evacuation tactics, mentally prepared to respond to any assault or diversionary tactic, the type they’d encountered from criminal groups drawn to Kurogane’s mysteries.

Rumors of the armored figure’s bounty had circulated, whispering of his return to the region. The guards exchanged cautious glances, knowing full well that this was no ordinary bounty. But the one in dark armor, a man known as Gerald, had not returned simply to stir up old grudges; he was here for a more personal purpose, though it was unknown to those who watched from the island's walls. The younger figure at his side was here to face his own trial. For the CP3 agents, however, all that mattered was that intruders were advancing on the island.

As the winds howled over the island, carrying with them the thick tension of an impending clash, the agents stood vigilant, ready to defend their post and their charge. The mission of CP3 was clear: protect the island and its secrets at all costs. Whether these intruders sought treasure, revenge, or knowledge, they would face the unyielding defense of CP3.

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #2
@Dream @Infinity​

“Do you really want to do this?” Asked Mark, he was extremely hesitant to set foot on the island; albeit the distance that lay between the vessel and the fast-approaching island. The boat’s halls split the weak ocean waves, given a few more minutes and they would have reached within close distance to the shores of the island though Gerald was skeptical at whether he should dock at the seaport.

“Yes, I do. I understand the limitations of the Kata and everything we encapsulate,” he said as he turned back to the vessel’s steering wheel. He crossed his arms and steadily strode along the deck, “So far as I am aware I am still dead to our people. Though this mission might leave a window for you to be discovered, you should not have denied my Gadgetoid Plates; they were intricately designed for this type of thing. Do you think that I would continue onwards knowing that I put our entire culture at risk simply because of my armor? I needed to change. It was a necessity too difficult to pass up.”

Gerald stopped, unfolding his robust arms as he took control of the vessel. In a few minutes time they were shy 20 meters off the shores however he dropped anchor before they could make it to the shallow harbor.

“CP3 Base, a government owned island. What else is here besides the political influence and influenced?” Questioned Mark, trying to shudder off his anxieties, though really, he just wanted his father to talk even more to delay the inevitable.

“I don’t know, not much talk floats around this island. The last I heard of this place was when the Cross Guild advertised their bounties for different Marine heads, I partook and reaped handsomely but what I got from it was that this island, named by the locals, Kurogane island is the home of some royal family.” He replied, returning to his son’s side. His suit softly whirred, the plates covering his body shifted and transmuted, a holographic display of a torn cape had been created around his neck and flowed along his back.

“So, “Purple Haze”, do you want to start our show?” he added, looking down to his son.

Spoiler: Purple Haze

Level 62
62x5 = 310
Strength: 48 + 18((2+1)x6) + 5 = 71
Speed: 59 + 12(2x6) = 71
- Reaction: 71
- Movement: 71
Vitality: 71 + 12(2x6) + 5= 88
- Durability: 94
- Stamina: 81
Mind: 5
- Robotics: 10
Haki: 41
- Armament (Offensive): 61
- Observation (Awareness): 20
Martial Arts/Weapon Style: 85+12(2x6) = 97
- Water Breathing: 100
- Life Return: 94
Remaining Points: 0

Mark audibly sighed, Sabito, his katana and weapon of choice was fashioned to the back of his suit. His get-up was unique and remarkable, his choice of colour did stand out in contrast to their environment thus making him a much larger target... Mark girded himself and cemented his focus albeit his dismay with their intentions on the isle, he took a deep breath and changed his breathing pattern:

Total Concentration Breathing: Swift Footwork!

Total Concentration Breathing: Swift Footwork!
After employing total concentration breathing, exciting their muscles; the user employs a dash however thanks to the superhuman enhancement from the breathing technique the user is capable of suddenly veering in trajectory allowing for "zig-zag" like movements whilst flying about like a blur.
Requirements:
46 Life Return, 41 Strength, 61 Movement Speed

Mark took off leading the pair, with super human levels of speed and agility he leapt off the boat! Taking to the skies, he bounced about akin to a "Z" making a swift and informative landing upon the edge of the island. Was he a Six-Powers User?

No matter, he was on the island now, he took a offensive stance as he drew Sabito from it's sheathe!

"Give me strength... I don't want to have to suffer simply because of my father's sake." He whistfully thought.

​

 

[Dream]

CP3 Base​

Post 2 - @Lamby ​

The boat slowed as it approached the shores of Kurogane Island, its passengers feeling the weight of the island's aura—a mix of foreboding and intrigue. The Cipher Pol 3 base loomed darkly over the coastline, its walls high and unyielding, with the faint, barely detectable outlines of figures patrolling near the shoreline. The island was as quiet as a resting predator, but those who knew of CP3's vigilance would recognize it as a calm before potential chaos.

Anchoring the boat just before the shallows, one of the figures on board, cloaked in armor radiating an air of mystery, prepared himself. Known as "Purple Haze," he moved with measured resolve, each step calculated. His armor, its shifting plates designed for both offense and concealment, shimmered with the faint projection of a cape—a touch of calculated intimidation, perhaps, or simply a reminder of his unique purpose. This mission was one he had planned meticulously, aware of the risks to his own reputation and the heritage he so fiercely protected.

Beside him, his young companion adjusted his own distinct attire, taking in the sight of Kurogane Island with a mixture of awe and unease. His katana, Sabito, lay strapped across his back, a promise of skill and strength tempered by discipline. His brightly colored armor stood in stark contrast against the dark backdrop of the island, making him a visible target—if it weren’t for his swift, calculated movements. As he readied himself, he closed his eyes, sinking into his breathwork, harnessing his concentration.

The young man’s body tensed, his breathing shifted, and with one powerful leap, he launched himself from the boat, twisting mid-air as he skimmed over the water like a stone across a pond, finally landing on the island’s rocky shore. His katana was drawn in one fluid motion, and he took an offensive stance, his senses alert to the faintest disturbance. He knew the CP3 agents were already aware of his presence. The shadows within the watchtowers seemed to sharpen, suggesting hidden eyes tracking his every move.

The agents of CP3, renowned as some of the world’s most disciplined and unyielding protectors, were not ordinary guards. Even from the edge of the shore, the young man could feel their scrutiny. Somewhere beyond those walls were individuals of fearsome skill, each bearing the honor and rigor of a warrior’s code.

Commander Nagakura Shinpachi, standing tall atop an elevated tower, was the first to observe the new arrivals. His figure was lean yet imposing, adorned in a dark haori that billowed lightly in the sea breeze. His katana rested at his side, the slight gleam of its polished hilt catching the moonlight. His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the very night, a leader's calculated confidence in every motion.

Beside him, Agent Yamanami quietly assessed the situation, his composed demeanor hiding a mind constantly whirring with strategies. His gentle smile betrayed neither fear nor overconfidence—it was the face of a man who could disarm with words or strike with precision, depending on necessity.

In the courtyard below, Agent Tani Sanjuro leaned casually against the gate, his figure a paradox of calm and menace. His twin blades hung loosely at his sides, his gaze cool but ever watchful, like a coiled serpent waiting for a reason to strike. Nearby, Agent Soji Okita stood with an unnerving grin. His youthful appearance and relaxed posture were deceptive, masking an unrivaled speed and ruthless precision with the blade.

Further in the shadows, Agent Harada tightened his grip on a long, battle-worn spear. His towering frame and scarred visage spoke of countless battles, his presence exuding brute strength tempered by an unshakable will. On the perimeter, Agent Hattori Takeo seemed to disappear into the darkness itself. His movements were as silent as they were precise, his reputation as a master infiltrator and assassin well-earned.

Agent Ichimura, agile and ever-curious, prowled the walls like a phantom. His sharp eyes missed nothing, and his nimble frame allowed him to blend into the fortress’s defenses seamlessly. Meanwhile, Agent Yamazaki was a ghost within a ghost—unseen, unheard, but undoubtedly present. His talent for blending into the environment was unsettling even for his allies.

The young swordsman took a cautious step forward, acutely aware of the unseen eyes watching his every move. Purple Haze joined him at the shore, the air between them heavy with unspoken resolve. Somewhere beyond the fortress’s walls, plans were being made, intentions woven into shadowy schemes. Their mission remained cloaked in mystery, but one thing was certain: those who dared to challenge the agents of CP3 would face not just strength but the unrelenting will of warriors honed by tradition and duty.

The question lingered like a sword unsheathed—what would unfold on Kurogane Island, and who would walk away to tell the tale?

 

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #3
@Dream @Infinity​

Flash Back #2

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"Wow I see you're really working hard today." Sarcastically remarked Mark.

"Must you jeer everytime I'm hard at work?" Coldly replied Gerald, his face hidden behind his welding helmet and sunken down into his newest invention. The sound of mechanical whurring softly echoed from his desk and he sat unorthodoxically still in this time for dire precision. It has been 2 months since he had last been seen with the Sweet Pirates. He was on the run and now found himself on an unnamed island, stationed deep within a cave his technological prowess well showcased in the intricate gadgets and machines that he had created, a Discharge fusion core Generator, a 2-step Reverse-Osmosis Water Pump and... A working latrine with sleek marble tiling to ensure maximum comfortability whilst going number two, however this, his newest project was what drew in all eyes.

"Yes. It's my way of getting back at you for deserting us." Replied Mark, feeling accomplished in his words. A mischievous grin happily plastered on his face alas the silence Gerald offered in return killed his enthusiasm. He looked over at his father, he looked leaner but still slumped over a flash of light flickered off of his front. "So, it's been a while but what happened to your Devil Fruit powers?"

"You're not excreting cream anymore."

The flashes from his desk stop, leaving his corner of the room to be dimly lit by the blue rays of the Discharge fusion core Generator. "I- Somehow, managed to remove them. As much as I hate to admit it, I had forgotten how it had even occurred. It was a rough experiment and the procedure was wiped away from my memory after the powers were extracted from my DNA, the next day my Hair was back to it's natural curls and I could swim in the ocean once more. Don't ask why I tried to swim."

"That doesn't matter anymore though," he said, rising from behind his desk and sliding away his chair, "I have spent a very long time developing this concept since I created the Transformation Cog and it will solve our detection issue. My Devil fruit powers and the fruit that had returned to me no longer matter, we possess a physical curse and it's best that we keep it. Rumors are always flying about that the curses are treasures and maybe we can sell it for a fortune. Working off of stolen parts and scrap doesn't work for me anymore, it's gotten to a point where I made the fusion core and others portable."

Mark was at a loss for words, "...so what are you working on now?" He questioned, Gerald's quick topic change made it a bit difficult to formulate his thoughts.

"I call it a Gadgetoid Plate..."

Present Day...
Mark lowered his blade, holding it's tip completely adjacent to the ground. He marched, slowly encroaching upon the structured base in the distance. "What point is to come here now and today? He began training me, marvelled at my skills and then taught me a bit more about haki. First time in ages we're back on the ocean adventuring we're here to more or less conquer an island." He thought. He walked and disappeared into the shadows of the thick shrubbery nicely decorating the populated island.

PAT... PAT... PAT... PAT... PAT.... PAT....
The dirt folding and the grass kneeled under his feet, however he had come to a swift halt. He activated his observation haki, and immerged from the shadows of the shrubbery upon the front gate of the island's main line of defense. Stationed amidst it all, the new CP3 headquarters towered over Mark in it's glory and he witnessed it all behind his mask. He looked up and then forwards, sensing adversaries and there were Agents! Stationed seemingly awaiting his arrival.

The user can sense anything within 40 meters of themselves when CoO is activated. Adds sensing emotions, killing intent, power level, and general health.

Back on the boat Gerald stood, he was confident in his son's abilities but still protective since that was still his kin. He left the vessel, leaping onto the outskirts of the island, his feet crushing the earth and sending dust fleeing into the air!

Spoiler: Spoiler

Gerald Q. Yopenheimer
"Tetri-Ton Suit Activated"
$290.000.000

Level 89 (312.302)
89x5=445
Strength: 3+ 24((1+2)x8) + 10(5+5)= 37
Speed: 71 + 24(3x8) 10(5+5)= 105
- Reaction: 105 | Movement: 105
Vitality: 71 + 24((2+1)x8) + 10(5+5) = 105
- Durability: 105 | Stamina: 105
Mind: 100
- Science: 100 | Beast Mastery: 100
Haki: 100
- Armament Haki (Defensive): 100 | Observation Haki (Precognition): 100
Martial Art/Weapon Style: 100
- Life Return: 100 | Gunslinging: 100
Perk:
- Dial Style: 100

Equipment:
UMP-45:
- 30 bullets per Magazine (Magazine size x2: 60)
Dual Kriss Vectors:
- 30 bullets per Magazine (Magazine size x2:60)
- directed-energy weapon + 3 magazines[15 bullets] (DPR: A) - 30 invention points
An Ion Blaster, a directed laser blaster that utilizes short bursts of energy-bolts to fire.
(Magazine size x2)(Unlimited A-rank Bullets)

Dials:
Milky, Breath, Impact

He activated his Observation haki and slowly marched towards the base, aiming to just barely ensanare all targets upon the island within his range.

Kenbunshoku Haki (Precognition)
Precognition Path
This archetype‘s main path is Precognition and it’s secondary path is Awareness. This archetype focuses one’s Haki to sense another person's intent to act in the immediate future, allowing them to predict what someone is going to do, usually seconds prior, in what resembles a pseudo-form of precognition. This Archetype has limited awareness abilities. Katakuri is an example of this archetype.
100 Mastery; Primary Path: +10 Reaction within 40m
Secondary Path: Presence Detection within 100m

"It's been a long time since I've been here, I hope they haven't forgotten my name. Though my appearance makes things much much more difficult, the Kata may know of my presence within the world of Piracy however I think I'll have to change that. They are heathens, are they not? Who's to say it is wrong to send my son to battle with them, I am confident in his abilities. I will not allow things to escalate in a bad direction for either side though if it comes to it, an execution will be in store. May the Lord be with you all, for I am on a conquest." He monologued! The lone read eye of his suit gleamed brightly, adding flare to his menacing demeanor.