Island CP3 Base

[Lamby]

The Return - CP3 Base #15
@Hiei​

Gerald's power shook the island, his haki resonating extreme hostility as his enhanced bullets ripped and tore through his enemies. Subsequently the island shook, the shore line and coast felt the extreme reverb of this and inevitably the bought felt it as well. The quake wasn't too powerful as to completely over turn the ship but the sudden increase in the "droop" of the ship's usual bob shook the wounded Mark.

"Huh?!" He briefly exclaimed, sweat beads dripping from his forehead. Although exceedingly difficult he managed to do it thanks to his understanding of Life Return, closing his wound through precise manipulation of his muscles' striations. "Was that- Agh, a quake?!" He curiously questioned. His eyes darted across the room and to his cabin door, curious to what Gerald had done.

"When he said he didnt want me to see this side of him, was he talking about his natural sense of manslaughter?!"

"Aha- Ow, I'm joking about the manslaughter thing but really though. What could he have utilized to cause that much racket?"

At the base of it all, amidst the chaos, amidst the broken men and fallen soldiers. Government dogs and agents who had dedicated themselves to "justice" mercilessly killed and left for dead by the hands of one Pirate. The battlefield was worn and torn, the base building itself singed with bullet wounds and smoke escaped from the building.

"It seems that Ive started a fire." Cockily spoke Gerald, having looked upon the upper floors of the base. He had fired with great precision but it seems a chain reaction had occurrd eventually building up to an explosion and fire spreading.

Walking through the destruction absorbing his work, his forearms and gun remained hardened and his observation haki remained strong, bodies all over slumped over and shredded broken walls and bullet holes all through the concrete floor and a ravaged terraign torn asunder by the power of his guns?! He sensed a strong presence, Yamanami. The agent he had previously wounded using his newly engineered Ion Blaster.

"Look at all that I've done," he proudly showcased calling to Yamanami as though he could see him clearly, he lifted his arms and held them diagonally adjacent to his body. "This is what you get for messing with my son, although I wanted to conquer this place in a much different way. Training him to be much more than his previous self was one of my biggest goals when coming here."

"No one has to tell me but I am a hypocrite. I claimed the mantle of a prophet for the sake of title and thus showed myself on favor of God, take this as my confession, I am a liar for trying to be something I clearly am not. This is now my Territory, the land of Gerald Q. Yopenheimer. Although I've kept myself anonymous you guys already know my name, so there's no point. I will make leave shortly, so don't worry but if you cry to your owners about my conquest I'll put a few bullets in your skulls."

He calmly threatened, using his extreme speed he leapt back 10 meters, giving himself a much greater view of the base building. He pointed his guns and unleashed yet another maelstorm, haki enhanced bullets, guided by his newly found expertise he demolished what remained of the building bringing it down to the ground, thus marking the start of a new era!

 

[Lamby]

The Aftermath #1​

Gerald's first Territory
Gerald had done it, Conquering the might of Cipher Pol with his own strength in the name of his son. "An agent survived, my words might've gotten to him. I can sense his presence clearly yet he did not make any attempts to fight, I'll take it as though they've submitted to me, to my will."

"How wonderful," he exclaimed, feeling proud of what he had accomplished. He put away his twin Kris-Vectors, mounting them on his lower back hidden away under his cape. He turned about and retreated back to his ship.

The chaos and destruction, bullet holes filling the concrete infrastructure all around the environment. The bloodshed, the lifeless bodies and the countless souls released from this earth and collected by the graceful hand of God. Yamanami, after confirming the departure of Gerald Yopenheimer, crawling his way to peep-out and seeing no sign of the guilded monster, released a long and well-deserved sigh of relief.

He exhaled, drooping his shoulders and lowering his head as the tension seeped away from him. His wounded leg stung but atleast the confrontation was over, "Oh, Commander Kondo, where ever you are. I'm glad you hadn't been here to lead us, else you'd suffer so much backlash. Commander Nagakura was too patient, I feel as though we'd have better options attacking all at once instead of guaging their abilities. The very second that Purple Ninja contested with Tani and Soji, we should have taken precautionary measures just in case either one had fallen but for both to be defeated?! In a relatively quick span of time is beyond imagination. We were weak, well we weren't weak by choice, they were just much stronger than what we'd usually face."

He gripped his poorly treated leg, bandaged and cleaned to await proper medical care when and if more marine ships headed their call.

"I beg you, the great one who watches over all our souls. To bring order to the disorderly and love to meek and vulnerable. Slayer of hatred and death and giver of eternal life, I beg you. Let not this be the end of us-- let not this be the end of me." He whispered, his soul bellowing in agony and pain. Cipher Pol wasn't an organization that would usually accept religion however dotted about, the people in secret would still cling unto their beliefs. Take it as a form of comfort, the evil and hurt that circulates through this world is vast and abundant in it's reaches.

Albeit Yamanami's hurt and grief, the Agents succeeded in their mission. Their core objective, that was to safe guard the Royalty that had lived on Kurigane Island. Ichimura one of the more healthy-surviving agents managed to reach them in time, escorting them to the docks on the other side of the island completely opposite to where Gerald had originally landed, he gathered the King, his Queen and three heirs; two princesses and one prince, and had them quickly escorted down the pathway to prepare to leave however after Gerald's violent island shaking attack, the pier was torn asunder thus marooning them until Marine HQ heeded their last minute transmission.

So now they sat, panicked and stressed with Ichimura still pondering what it is they should do. "Mr. Ichimura, what's our next move?"

"My family can't die on this island, we don't have any command of any armies, neither do we usually ask for more than what you guys had to offer. The heightened security after Sir Marigold's initial attack those few years ago, now lays in ruins. Tell me you have another plan." He pleaded, stoic but riddled with responsibility and fear for his family's life.

"I can't say for sure, that last attack that shook the island was probably our sign that something devastating had happened. Sadly from this end of the island there's no clear view of the base, you're secluded remember."

"The pier is destroyed and I don't think we have the technical expertise nor the supplies to make an impromptu escape, I'll have to investigate the damages. So sire, take your wife and children and head back inside the castle," replied Ichimura. He was unsure of this decision, there was the possibility that Gerald had expanded his reaches after killing his subordinates and so had he happened upon the castle he could still be in there. However, if he leaves now to survey the damages and keeps them outside, they may as well be considered sitting ducks, atleast inside the castle they can try their best to hide and will have access to their luxuries to keep them comfortable. He had to take a gamble with either option, and so he wagered all their lives on his next move.

"We can't just go after you evacuated us from our home." Replied the King growing a bit frustrated.

"I know, I'll be escorting you back in. I don't want to leave you out here, afraid and vulnerable, I have to go and see what had happened to properly gauge what it is we can do. Please be patient with me sire, your lives are much more important to the world government than my own and so your safety is always the top priority." He replied.

"Young man, your skin is still soft and your eyes are still brimming with life. Don't be a martyr just for our sakes, it pains me to see life thrown away so carelessly." Expressed the queen, compassionate and kind. Her heart was sensitive, much more sensitive than her husband's. It was the perfect example she wanted to set for her children.

"It's okay, I was trained in this way. Let me lay down my life, it is my decision and will to do so. So that you can live yet another day." Replied Ichimura. Reaching to his waist and grabbing the scabbard of his katana. Carefully, Ichimura escorted the royals back to the castle, safe guarding the entrance as they made it inside. Each burdened with an intense few as they slowly trekked through the halls of their lavish palace. Ichimura retreated to the outside, scaling the building to reach its highest tower. He looked over the island and absorbed the chaos in it's full glory.

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[Lamby]

The Aftermath #2​

Ichimura saw and took it in, and it grieved him in his heart that he had left his brothers behind to take care of the King.

Back at the shoreline, completely opposite the sea port the royals had attempted to use to escape, on the other side of the island where the threat had come from. The Yopenheimers lay somewhat dormant and in a stat of panic as per Mark's condition.

After the 2 years of running about and hiding, he sought refuge on an unnamed island. Although he sought refuge and built himself in secret, there were conquests in which he went to gather materials. Gerald is an exceptionally intuitive mind, he collected books along the way and stored them so that he could draw inspiration from the works for any new invention he wanted to make. As with Dr. Vegapunk, one of the greatest intuitive minds out there, he too wished to delve in many areas. The first was medicine--

"I don't trust in your medicinal practices, not one bit!" Exclaimed Mark!

"I'm only doing what is best for you, and the wound you got yourself into!" Blared his father. A pandemonium erupted at sea, contrary to the thickness of grief, sorrow and anxiety befalling the inhabitants and the protectors of Kurigane Island, the Yopenheimers were up to their shenanigans.

Gerald had only recently started studying Medicine and garnered a plethora of books, perosnal entries and novels that span a variety of medicinal media and so, out of concern for his son he wanted to treat his wounds. Unfortunately, Mark experienced the first hand of Gerald, whether it be from his wrestling based punishments or to defeat from his ruthlessness with the Kuri-Kuri no mi. Saying all this to say that Mark Golben did not trust his own father, not with such a sensitive wound. He was far too brutish and so-- He fought Gerald. Waving his arms and legs making it very difficult for him to be treated, atleast he waved the limbs the best he could.

"Stop resisting! I'm not going to apply anything too technical, you got cut straight down to the bone, let me disinfect and wrap the wound!" Yelled Gerald, as the boot teetered from their struggle.

"No! Never! This isn't even about vengeance for being abandoned, you're not gentle enough to be practicing medicine!" Mark fearfully answered. Violently fraying his arms, utilizing Total Concentration Breathing to enhance his physical strength and to violently clench his muscles aroudn the slash wound to keep it shut. "I won't be able to keep this up for long, he just came back from his slaughter not too long ago but unlike me he's still ready to go." He anxiously thought.

It was quite a struggle but Total Concentration Breathing was not an technique to execute, it excites the muscles to perform at extreme levels much greater than the regular function and therefore he was bound to tire out and Gerald knew this.

So inveitably Gerald did treat him, the whole process wasn't as bad as he had initially thought.

Although Gerald may possess an imposing figure, he was surprisingly gentle when handling his son. For his first time as a "doctor" he did well.

So Mark laid in bed pouting, he removed his chest piece and was unmasked, the wound spanned a great distance and inevitably he had to adorn himself with just some shorts leaving him exposed. "That wasn't so bad, now as it?"

"If you were on the receiving end of everything you put me through you'd kind of have an understanding as to why I'm so protective of my person. Especially around you." Mark replied.

"I think you're overexaggerating some aspects of my personality, I love you. My son, I love you becaue I love you, I will deal with you with care. When were back on Floridia the way we punished you was necessary for your conditioning, had you not then you'd have never passed your indoctrination. Sadly our genes didn't quite pass into you as much as we hoped it would--" He paused. Gerald knelt down and slowly removed his helmet revealing his sheep-like appearance. His locs scruffled, but then straightened by his hand, he cleared his overhung hair from his face and wiped away the sweat that had accumulated underneath on his forehead.

Mark was intrgued.

"I won't go back to groveling at your feet, begging for forgiveness after abandoning all of you. Not again, I can only show my love for you now that we are reuinited as much as you would allow me to. I don't think you've known how gently I held you when you were born, because of my size I'm not always gonna be able to guage my strength everything smaller than myself but I have to try anyway. Really, I am sixteen feet tall-- You know how much force I can produce? Regardless, if I am not careful I could hurt you."

"I'm glad I was able to heal you, my first patient however I won't be bringing you into anymore missions from here onwards. Atleast not without your consent," he added.

"So you could tell that I was upset?" Asked Mark, widening his eyes in intrigue.

"About bringing you to help me conquer an island? Not initially, you were angsty and I assumed that was because you're a teenager. Well-- you are growing out of your teen years, the problem arose when you'd suffered that injury. I was upset and therefore finished the job on my own the very second I got you to safety. We trained together before coming here, so I had full confidence in your abilities. In theory there wasn't any way for you to lose," He paused to scratch his head, "I'm only guessing it was because of what I had you do that frustrated you."

"You're not too far off, surprisingly. You're violating Kata code just by making claims to this island, although you are the 'Gas-Station-Hot-Dogs' afterall," replied Mark. "Don't have me conflict our heritage and your personal goals, I'm not the little boy who awed over his goat-father anymore. Don't take it a wrong way, I very much admire who you are however it's time for me to set out on my own. I can't always be nestled under either you or mom."

"I see," Gerald was a bit hurt but that was the truth. The reality he had forgotten to acknowledge since he had spent his time far away, the room fell into a tense silence. Gerald's reply subtly conveyed an almost somber feeling, his ears drooped and he reached for his helmet. "You're right. You are old enough and responsible enough to make your own decisions and choices in life, I think we have a bit more things to cover here before we leave. I doubt I'd want to venture off too soon, make yourself comfortable. I'm going to scout the island a bit more, before I return if you can, please activate Sub-Station 1 and have the reactor core build itself. I'm going to need my lab." He added. He arose and had left.

"I hope I didn't upset him," Mark whispered to himself. He shfited himself, coming to the edge of his bed ready to get up or atleast try to. His wound was treated and bandaged however for it to heal the slash must stay closed. Any misplaced steps or added pressure could re-open his injury and lead to him being treated once again. He wasn't too happy about that but he had a bit of trust in his father and his skills, afterall his scientific inventory was magnificent.

Gerald was on the move once again, leaving the halls of the boat and resurfacing on the deck. He lept back unto the main land and ventured back to ruined Cipher Pol Base. What else could there be, on this island, for him to take? He had already claimed the souls of his enemies, atleast a majority of them.