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Marines, the world's police force, come in many shapes and sizes. Some want to genuinely help protect people's right to live their lives while others take pleasure in taking them. For most it was a job with security and a means of securing their family's future. For those without resources, they sometimes had no choice because many islands were simply too extreme for normal people to live in. So they relied on the marine infrastructure to bring stability and supplies to islands that would normally be ignored. However, the price of stability was obedience to the hand that fed them. Saebody's underbelly was one of the situations where that obedience's dark side reared its ugly head.
This is where Hans comes in. The local marines stationed there were not sure if they should be grateful to him or terrified. Among the people stationed there, he took pleasure in handling the slavepen and logistics concerning the slaves. He stood 3 meters tall with a mishapen body akin to a barrel. His beer gut stuck out slightly from the bottom of his shirt and his visible skin jiggled with each step. His fat plump face usually wore gingivitis ridden grin, with all sorts of scraggily hairs akin to pubes lining his face. His eyes, were dark much akin to a doll's eyes and his odor much like a trash receptacle and sake. Under his watch women often disappeared and men tended to labeled as damaged goods by the nobles who purveyed the auction. A broken leg usually got a discount of 20 percent, so it wasn't an uncommon sight.
Today he was accompanied by a boy who was his opposite in many respects. He was probably eight and in a little suit. His clothes were steam pressed and stitching was the finest one could get in the grand line. Under him was a fishman who was riddled with lash marks. From the looks of it, he was malnourished with an average frame. Which was a farcry from before he was captured back on fishman island. " Mister, can you get me a good one? this one is all slow and weak". Hans rubbed his hands and nodded, " oh yes sir, we will find you only the best. but first we have to pass the trash".
Much of the jail was grimey with a pervasive Oder of fish and excrement. Hans let his baton rattle against the cell bars as he walked to let the prisoners know not to come out of their corners. However when they reached sephiroth's cell, the boy came to a halt. " oh mister look at that one, is it one of those skyrats i've heard about"? Hans' held tilted for a moment as he peered at the lunarian. " I don't know, skypieans tend to be more savage looking. this one is just plain weird. you shouldn't get too close. you might catch something". The boy twisted like a pretzel and yanked the reins of his fishman slave. " eww you're right, i get the heeby jeebies. let's go". But before they could retreat, the fishman collapsed as he grit his teeth. The boy raised his hand and said, " get up you ugly thing, go on git"! The sound of flesh being rended echoed through the chamber, accompanied by a few gasps and cries from the other cells. " tch finding good help is hard, huh mister"?
Hans nodded as he grabbed the fishman by his exploding collar. " your service is almost up fish thing, but if you falter now, I won't let you perish".
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This is where Hans comes in. The local marines stationed there were not sure if they should be grateful to him or terrified. Among the people stationed there, he took pleasure in handling the slavepen and logistics concerning the slaves. He stood 3 meters tall with a mishapen body akin to a barrel. His beer gut stuck out slightly from the bottom of his shirt and his visible skin jiggled with each step. His fat plump face usually wore gingivitis ridden grin, with all sorts of scraggily hairs akin to pubes lining his face. His eyes, were dark much akin to a doll's eyes and his odor much like a trash receptacle and sake. Under his watch women often disappeared and men tended to labeled as damaged goods by the nobles who purveyed the auction. A broken leg usually got a discount of 20 percent, so it wasn't an uncommon sight.
Today he was accompanied by a boy who was his opposite in many respects. He was probably eight and in a little suit. His clothes were steam pressed and stitching was the finest one could get in the grand line. Under him was a fishman who was riddled with lash marks. From the looks of it, he was malnourished with an average frame. Which was a farcry from before he was captured back on fishman island. " Mister, can you get me a good one? this one is all slow and weak". Hans rubbed his hands and nodded, " oh yes sir, we will find you only the best. but first we have to pass the trash".
Much of the jail was grimey with a pervasive Oder of fish and excrement. Hans let his baton rattle against the cell bars as he walked to let the prisoners know not to come out of their corners. However when they reached sephiroth's cell, the boy came to a halt. " oh mister look at that one, is it one of those skyrats i've heard about"? Hans' held tilted for a moment as he peered at the lunarian. " I don't know, skypieans tend to be more savage looking. this one is just plain weird. you shouldn't get too close. you might catch something". The boy twisted like a pretzel and yanked the reins of his fishman slave. " eww you're right, i get the heeby jeebies. let's go". But before they could retreat, the fishman collapsed as he grit his teeth. The boy raised his hand and said, " get up you ugly thing, go on git"! The sound of flesh being rended echoed through the chamber, accompanied by a few gasps and cries from the other cells. " tch finding good help is hard, huh mister"?
Hans nodded as he grabbed the fishman by his exploding collar. " your service is almost up fish thing, but if you falter now, I won't let you perish".
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