The War that war currently erupting would one day become known as 'The War for The Future' 'The Supreme War' 'The War of The Best' or Simply 'The Marineford Incident'
It was all out fighting! The War had officially erupted! No longer now was it small skirmishes of power between Redbeard hauling an entire island, the Admirals retaliating, and the revelation that one Eudroa D. Azar was the Son, and Heir to the Pirate King Gol D. Roger!
"Go My Family! Rescue your Brother!" Redbeard Screamed. His mouth wide, deep white and red streaked facial hair fluctuating in the air from the sheer force of his voice!
Shouts exploded from the ships now dry docked forcefully by the Large wave and the Mysterious Dias ability of Redbeard to pull his fleet to the island by force!
The Ships were enormous! And of various size! Clearly they were all custom jobs made to order. Each Reflecting the crews that operated on them.
"Get down!" Polo said as he shoved the head of Jansen out of the way of a stray cannon ball. All around the artillery cannons from smooth bore lead shot, .50 cal, and all the way up to the 10k Guns!
Polo was the First Division Commander, and Indeed the first mate of the crew. Polo 'The West Wind' was a man of 6'5, thin build like a gymnast, with tanned skin and a shapely narrow face. His nose was thin, with the sides of his face having long thin sideburns nearly reaching the the chin. His hair was a dark brown with an orangish hue to it. Faded at the sides and slicked back.
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The First Divisions purpose was to serve as the main line, including navigation. Polo himself being the Main Navigator and Doctor of the Redbeard Fleet
"Squad 2, Back up squad 4! Make it across the platform and to the bay!" He shouted as he wiped his hands across the air. He wore loose yellowish Hanfu shirt, resembling Saffron. It had a deep neck cut, exposing the beads and necklaces around his thick neck. Legs adorned with linen baggy pants finished off with straw sandals.
Polo leapt up into the aire and over looking the battlefield. Yet to actually engage in combat
The Second Division commander was Of Course, the Pyre, Eudora D. Azar. Who sat on his knees as he stared out to the conflict in front of him. Feeling the emotions of those who were fighting for his freedom.
Second Division was about Restocking Islands, while serving as Second in Command. Azar himself looked of the Restocking Islands Personally.
Azar was beaten with dried blood on his face from scrapes. He wore his shorts, chest exposed, allowing the mural of the Redbeard jolly roger on his back
"O'll Roight!" An Accented voice screamed as a crater shattered through the barricade! An enormous man at 8'5, shoulders absurdly wide, and a broad face and nose, his face was rough, pockmarked with a thick mustache that connected to large busy sideburns up to his hair, where a beanie cap folded up.
Rowdy Row, Commander of the Third Division, which held the highest number of Members at 30,000. This was the Combat Division. If Fighting needed to be done, it was the third division that specialized in it.
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Rowdy Row ware Black and stitched slacks, with a long overcoat that flowed and bellowed, as across his forearms were boiled leather multilayered gauntlets like shingles. In his hand was an enormous one-handed balled axe.
"We gotta be with our boys!" He screamed with a smile as he leapt forward! One of the Marine commanders then clashing with the man before being sliced down the middle!
"Oi! Look out!" Rowdy shouted to a 3rd division pirate as a Commander leapt into the air and was mere inches from smashing him into the ground!
"Alley Oop!" A…Fishhook-? Came down from an enormous fishing tugboat, hooking into the leather belt, and lifting him up into the air! "Hah…Thanks…Angler…" The Redbeard pirate said to a fisherman. And indeed-
Angler, Fourth Division First Commander, a 5'6 wearing rain gear, fishing hat with lures hanging and jingling. Underneath all of the gear, was a standard fisherman's wool knit sweater. He tossed it aside, and picked up an enormous fishing spear as another man came upbehind him and slapped him on the back
Masala, The Fourth Division Second Commander. A large portly and fat man in a tanktop and black over coat with a prosthetic hook hand. His dark skinned face with a small nose juxtaposed the gaunt and scraggly bearded Angler.
"Nice Catch, Angler! Few more of those and you'll have a full dinner table!" He…Poorly joked as he laughed.
The Fourth Divisions Purpose was Food and Cooking. With half of it being comprised of Hunters, and Fishers, and the other being filled with Cooks and Chefs. With Angler and Masala being in command of them, and the best of them respectively.
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Else where, on a ship that was by all means basic in construction had it not been for the fact that it had swords, Everywhere. Painted along the sides as an accent stripe, Swords Pierced into the Side of the ship that were rusted, calcified, and covered in barnacles, with the bow of the ship literally made of Swords welded expertly together in a mess of iron and edges.
Along its surface, was entirely swordsman, sharpening, honing, and polishing their blades before leaping over the side and into the frey. With one of the, that was tall and athletic in build at 6'11, Morozzo
The 5th Division was the Swordsmen Division. Made specifically for the unique fighting style for bladesmen. Many of the members were the Vagabond, Errant Wanders, and Ronin Swordsmen known as a Wandering Blade. Which were Mercs, Bounty Hunters, Protection, and just people wandering to follow the, and their own, philosophy of violence at the tip of a blade
Morozzo was a pale skinned man of peach tink. White hair that was shoulder length and slicked back. His face was strong, with a cleft chin, and vague stubble. He wore chained leather armor, shoulder pads with a thick tight nit layer of chain. Torso with Leather armor. And a chain skirt around his waist with the front left exposed. Between his joints was seen a Gambeson, a thick woolen jacket made as armor. With Leather boots and thick Woolen pants
"Phew…." Morozzo took a deep concentrating sigh. The dual swords on his back benign taken off, and attached to his side, where a handaxe, and a bollocks dager at on a belt attached to two other belts around the torso.
Morozzo was thought to be one of the Strongest Swordsmen in the world. Ranking amidst the Top 10, and had hailed from the Famous Island of Swordsmen, Athenia
Unsheathing his broadswords, he leapt from the ship and into the fight!
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"C'mon guy! Gets get this hot in here!" A feminine voice spoke out encouraging her crew to get into the fight! 6th division commander, Spice Gal. She was brown skinned, with a heart shaped face and full lips with a smile splitting them apart
She was extremely athletic, which was shown off by the well defined six pack that was exposed as she war only a cropped tight black and pink top, extenuating her large bust. Along her shoulders was a mid back length yellow cape.
With heels and a split sided tie died skit that was more a length of fabric tied around her waist. With nothing really under it aside from a bikini bottom
The 6th Division was all about Trade, of Spices, Material, Food and The Likes.
"Why are we here?! We do banking! Not Fighting!" A man in a suit asked "Because. This is our father asking us to do this. Our Family. Our Brothers and Sisters. And we will be here no matter what!" Enos Backer, The seventh division commander reassured his Crew.
He was ball headed with a strong featured face. He wore brown slacks, Loafers, a white shirt with blue pinstripes and suspenders along with a black bowtie. His hands were adorned in gloves, and a coin ejector and storage device on his hip
The 7th Division was the Division of Money. Dealing with Wages, Storing Money, and anything to do with Treasury
Thoom! An enormous Robot slammed itself into a giant commander near the middle of the bay! Inside was the Eight Divsion Commander, Felix Andreas! A Giant standing at 20 Meters Tall!
The Eighth Division was Prioritized with Division Security in the form of on land!
Puma Lang, A Man with a simple short sleeve opened shirt, an arm band around lithe but athletic arms, and a cowboy hat with shades fought along side the Giant with his heat heat fruit! His face was thin, with a flat nose. An Accurate description of him would be 'Greasy'
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Puma Lang 'The Port Gas' was the Ninth Division Commander, which much like the 8th, was all about security for Territories, but in the form of Sea Based Security!
The Tenth Division of Information, and Its captain was currently recording the event in front of them. Scrawl, a large man that was constantly hooded and robed with his life story written in parchment along his robes like tassels scrawled information into books as he watched and observed the fight.
Despite the Fact he was Blind. Gaining him the name 'The Blind Prophet
The Eleventh Divsion, the Doctor Divsion was Ran by two people currently in the midst of an Argument about what sort of medicine should be used to keep Redbeard and the fleet in tip top shape! "No, we should use Morphine!" Spoke Blackwell. A well dressed man with white skin, strong and high cheek bones and a wide forehead. A Mess of curls on his head. He wore a brown suit and bowtie.
"Are you mad? Morphine? No! He needs electrolytes to energize him! A Carbohydrate Liquid Injection should be the way!" The Second doctor known as Oslar Johnanth, Brother to one Dr. Oslar who currently Resided on Drumvolc. He wore a black suit and black tie, with a smaller face with short swept up hair and side burns
They were the two best doctors, bar Polo, who helped the crew in a support role. The entire crew was filled with Doctors and Medics along with Surgeons. The ship they were currently on was a large form doctor ship
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Crowley, the Twelfth division of Lookout stood at 5'3, with a short bob of dark blue and white streaked hair with side bangs that dropped beneath her chin and fell at her bust, that was exposed by the keyhole sleeveless compression shirt she wore. She also wore similar pants with slip on shoes and fingerless gloves and high socks. Her eyes narrowing as she kept a constant watch on the admirals!
"Hrah!" A literal wave of warping cement washed a platoon of Marines away! It was the Thirteenth Division Commander, Spoke! A Man who wore suspenders, but not on his exposed and well defined chest, bust let loose and freely hang from his waist. For style!
He also wore Camo Pants and combat booths with knee pads. His face was hard almost in a constant grimace. A Bandana covering his head much like Redbeard himself! In his hands was an oversized pole shovel!
Outputs main objective was just that. Output. If you needed something "Out" they did it. And indeed this was shown well by the commanders devil fruit, the Push Push Fruit!
As for 14 and 15th, Ban and Dye were still currently tag teaming a Commodore!
While Stern, a Large man that was wearing Football armor, that didn't do anything to cover his enormous fat stomach, besides give extra potency given the spikes on the pads, Barreled through a group of Marines! Sending them flying into the air with the help of his Tackle Tackle Fruit!
He was in charge of the Sixteenth Division, which was all about Back up! Just like their Linebacker of a Commander!
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The Seventeenth Division of Exploration was manned by a man known as San Clemens. Who wore a full red and white leather fur out fit and a red night cap! He was extremely thin almost gaunt, but had an enormous white beard that reached the ground! Its rumored that hes even related to the legendary patron of Sailors and Safe Passage San Nicholas!
A Large Portly Man swung a long, but relatively sane sized headed sledgehammer into a marine! Splattering blood across his wooly brown hair and jolly cheeked face covered in a thick beard! This was Almack, the Division commander of 18th Division, whose Purpose was Recruitment!
He was being actively defended by, despite the high number in terms of division, was an extremely powerful man! The Leader of the 19th Division, Bailey Wall! Who stood at 22 Feet Tall, with a large muscular body and dark red hair that was like wool and acted almost like a cape in motion! Hewore chains around his waist and diagonally across his torso as beneath was almost a toga or similar loose fabric meant only to give him some modesty. His pants were ragged and covered by a loincloth in the middle.
Much like the commander who was in the middle of swinging an enormous naginata, Was a Wall. Meant for Defense! The 19th Division was all about defending the crew in every way shape and form that was distinct from all others!
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And finally. The Smallest Division, but manned by one of the strongest members of the Fleet, was the 20th Division. The Recon Division. With only 70 members on the small sloop currently capsized. The division commander was a man known as Zero the Zero. One of the greatest gunslingers in the world. Firing is dual Mythic and Legendary Firearm Wheel Guns. He currently wore an all black out fit and black trench coat and wide brimmed hat. With the only hint of color being grey scarf fluttering and hiding his mouth!
Westly Roberts V the Dread, The Si Diable Pirates, Carver Gallery, a Mink Cre, The Melange Pirates and Morree Group were also all on the island as well. As they were allies with the Fleet!
These were the Players currently fighting for their lives and the life of their brother Azar! But currently the only one to make it the furthest was Andreas, who was a hundred or so Meters from reaching the stairs to the Second layer!
Only 3 Minutes Have Passed since the War for The Future has Started…