"Glad you're okay, Sammi. Between you, Grana, and Hal if he stays, the crews going to be loaded when we leave this island" Yoje said with a grin. "Maybe you can save us a trip. Do you know what happened to Inshi and the Buderos that tried to take him out?"
Jacque is still asleep in the inn as he snoring soloud that it can be heard outside of the door.
At this moment he is having his recurring dream again about of his former life as a marine. He was hanging out with his comrades in Marineford enjoying his time in the marine bar as they were singing along to the song Binks Sake.
"Not really," Sammi said, as she leaned back against the door frame. "While I was there, a few of the Buderos were running around there. I heard most of them were going to take out the Boss but I only dealt with the two who were standing between me and my haul. It had to be a pretty big group though, since the two I took down looked like they would have been missed from the assassin party. Other than that, I didn't see anything."
A couple hours later at the Marine outpost, someone tried to find their current commander. "HEY! We got a call from Porte Carlo! Is the big lug awake yet?"
A few hours had passed at the Ivory Oyster, and the Yarrakona family eventually all returned to the scene of the rioting. The Budero thugs were better armed, but against pretty much every Yarrakona fighter on the island, they had little choice but to retreat. Inshi cautiously stepped out of the vault he was hiding in. "The noise seems to have died down..." He sat on his desk. "Someone... report..." There was a long period of silence, but one person managed to respond. "Sir... we managed to chase them off, and the reinforcements are going back to where they were before. We have some guys chasing them, but all sorts of mayhem seems to have gone down at the casino as well..." "We'll deal with that later. What is the damage here?" "Safes have been emptied, the place is completely devoid of patrons, and we haven't even started calculating the property damages yet..." The entire time, Inshi heard something tapping on the window behind him. At first he tried to ignore it to talk to his henchman, but the noise became too annoying for him and he turned around.
To his surprise, he was a man on the window. There was no climbing gear or anything to support him. And he seemed to be lying on the window, the same way one would lie down on a bed, his back to Inshi's face. He reached back and kept knocking on the window, then turned his head, seeing the office was no longer empty. A large grin plastered his face as he reached for a baby snail on his wrist. "Mottso. Door." At that, the window shattered, and the man fell into the office, swiftly scrambling to his feet. "Aaaaaah, Oyabun... never would have thought to look behind the bookcase. Been waiting here a while..."
Inshi tried to find a weapon, but there was nothing nearby. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "Ah, yes, where are my manner... allow me to introduce myself. I am Yedaj, an... emissary if you will. My captain has plans for this island, you see, and we're hoping that at least someone here will cooperate." The man did a quick bow before walking closer to him. Inshi seemed unfazed. "And if I refuse? Your... captain will try something?"
Yedaj laughed and started circling Inshi. "Oh I assure you, your cooperation is optional. We don't need it, but it would make the transition so much easier... and it's in your best interest. We've seen the defenses Lasklee has to offer, and in its current state, it isn't enough to stop us. And by the end of tonight, what little defenses are left won't be an issue..."
"So the man from the south has set his sights on Lasklee..." Inshi mumbled, a couple beads of sweat on his brow. "Aaaaah, so you've heard of him!" Yedaj's grin grew wider, and he stepped forward. "Saves me a lot of explaining. So since you know what you're dealing with, this should make it much simpler: yes or no." Inshi then tried to strike Yedaj, but he simply dodged and pushed Inshi towards the now shattered window, and he stumbled out. However, he only fell a few feet before he had stopped. Yedaj was now standing along the wall, perpendicular to the building, holding Inshi in his open palm. "Long way down from here! Maybe you might want to reconsider..." Inshi growled "Ok! Ok! Just take me to see him!" "Hmmph... very well." Yedaj strolled down the building, eventually reaching the ground, then stepping onto the floor normally. He turned to see the stress and panic had made Inshi pass out. "Ok, Mottso, head to city hall. I'll meet you there with the others. And give them the signal."
Outside of city hall, a small band of men were waiting outside. Leading them were a pair of fishmen. One had a bunch of points looking like a Mohawk, large puffy cheeks with his chin protruding out and with numerous tiny spines running down his back and his arms, getting larger around his wrists and forearms. His skin was yellow around his face and chest, pale white for the rest of his body, with little black spots all along him. The only article of clothing he wore was a baggy set of blue pants.. "Ok, Mottso just gave us the signal." He turned to his colleague. He was much taller than his compatriot, with a large grey fin along his back. He kept his eyes closed, with a snout also pointing out. He was a light shade of grey, and well-toned, wearing a red vest and a dark red set of pants that barely covered his webbed feet. "Right..." he murmured, as the band stepped into city hall.
Gulligan rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes as the transponder rang.
"Man...I dreamt I was an admiral..." He picked up, "Yeah, what is it?"
On the other end, a very angry voice called out to him. "Gulligan! I have an ensign here claiming that you were his relief." The voice of Yezeku was in the background. "Hey, Hippocrotes, settle down... he probably made a mistake..."
"Oh, hey....sir..." Just then, the situation registered in his tiny brain and he yelled, "OH SH*TBASKETS!"
"You are to return to Porte Carlo now. If you hurry back before the damage becomes too sever, MAYBE we won't have to punish you for these actions you have taken today..." Hippocrates said, an eerie calm to his voice. "But you need to depart soon... your career could depend on it..."
"But sir! I almost..." He was then hit over the head by the snail, "I'm on my way...."
Gulligan and his men proceeded to the harbor, where Gulligan slammed the speed on the boat. He knew if he didn't get back quickly, his career was over. What he didn't realize was that he was sending the ship speeding in the wrong direction....
A couple minutes later, a large explosion burst out most of the windows in city hall and had the place had burst into flames. The bunch of henchmen seemed to be hooking up a bunch of machines. Yedaj, carrying the unconcious Inshi and the portly man with the pipes walked up. One of them handed Yedaj a snail. "The entire city will be able to hear this. We hooked them up to the emergency broadcast system..." Yedaj cackled, handing it to the portly man. "Mottso, if you will?"
Mottso grabbed the transponder, and pressed the button. A loud sound rang through the island, and he boomed into the transponder "CITIZENS OF LASKLEE! LISTEN UP!"
Peter heard the initial announcement "What the hell was that noise?!?"
Sammi turned her head away from her treasures as the command boomed across the island. "What the fuck? Now who's trying to pull chains here? This island has too much shit happening..."
Hal groaned and shut his briefcase as he listened to the voice booming out across the island. He went over towards the window to see if he could find out what was going on and saw smoke rising up in the distance. "Dammit... This island just can't catch a break lately. The sooner we get outta here the better."
Before his dream shift to the horrible event in Marineford, a loud sound doom into his eat. The sound was load enough to wake Jacque up from his slumber.
It seen he had not fully gotten his rest as he still feel drowsy and dazed as he rise up from the bed. He yawns as he wonders why he had gotten up.
Ok so where am I? Oh yeah I'm in the inn and I'm here because of that guy stab me in the thigh. Why his name again? Better yet why am I up now? I'm still sleepy maybe I should... no wait! Something woke me up so I'm in danger right now! Well for thing there no fire so I'm not in too much danger....
"It's probably not Inshi making this announcement...Could more Marines have come to the island?"
They would probably hear more from this voice soon enough, and Yoje doubted it would be good news for him and the crew.
"I guess there really is no rest for the weary," Alaena muttered, lifting herself up off her bed to take a look outside. The numerous injuries of Peter's crew and her own wounds took up an hour of her time once they were back at the inn, and now there seemed to be little chance for her to sleep for the night. 'Suppose I should see what's going on,' she thought as she got up from the bed slowly, making her way to her satchels and changing into her shirt and pants should the need for combat arise.
"I'd rather that not happen though," she stated quietly, exiting her room to go and find the few allies she had on this island.
Peter tried to get to the roof to get a better look, to try and see what was going on. He could see the smoke, and a bunch of people heading south.
Mottso then continued once he saw more of the people coming out, and the quartet began heading towards the harbor, the thugs covering their exit. "Your two main forces of defense have been battered and beaten! Your infrastructure lies behind us in flames, and waving our flag! The Marines have quit trying to enforce law on this island! This island now belongs to us! We shall leave tonight, but we shall return with an army!"
The two fishmen jumped into the water, Mottso getting on the spiny one and Yedaj on the tall one, Inshi clinging to his back. "Watch yourself fishy...." Yedaj warned, desperately trying to avoid any contact with the ocean. "Right... humans like you don't do well in water, do they?" the slim person mocked.
Mottso just turned back city as they started speeding away, and while static started to come through as the signal weakened, his voice was still loud enough to overcome it and be heard across all speakers on the island. "Prepare what little defenses you have left, so we can route the resistance, because in 12 hours, we shall return with our captain, this island's new ruler, ROGER HARLIGOLD!"
"Roger Harligold..." a young redhaired woman repeated the name as she hurried back to her home. Her adoptive parents were already there, their arms around one another - presumably to provide a sense of security for one another - and watching her as she got closer. When the young woman was close enough, the man of the couple called out to her. "Marielle! Hurry!"
She did so, picking up the pace for the final few seconds of the journey, and the three of them entered the small house they called home. The place was fairly tidy and organised: there was nothing fantastic to it, but it was a home and had everything the trio needed.
"What - what are we going to do, Ainha?" Marielle asked of her 'father' once they were inside, curious as to how he had taken the recent developments. She rarely called either of the two adults by a simple 'mum' or 'dad'.
"I... I don't know for certain, sweetheart," Ainha answered, hesitant as he took a seat with his wife, Lilliena. "The city will soon devolve into chaos, I believe, and I don't want any of us to be caught up in the middle of it... Yes. We can't stay here, we have to go. It'll be too much to deal with, even for all three of us."
"But... but this is our home, it always has been," Marielle began, now confused. The destruction of the city hall had thrown her completely; as if the recent events weren't bad enough, what with the violence, the rumours and the bloodshed. Lasklee was her home; she had no other. "And where would we go? What would we do?"
"We can stay with my mother, she'll take us in if we leave Lasklee," Lilliena piped up. Her voice was quiet, subdued, but she had come up with a good idea. Marielle had once met Lilliena's mother, Jansine, when she had come to the island for a visit; she was a kind, caring person, approving of her adopted grandchild.
"Yes. Jansine will help us. But we have to get off the island, though... there'll probably be a ship willing to take us in," Ainha mused, getting up and pacing back and forth as he did so. "That should work. People will be leaving anyway, given the state of the city, so we could jump on a transport ship with others. Let's get moving. We shouldn't take too long, or we'll miss a ride that can get us away from here." The man of the family turned and hurried into one of the bedrooms: Marielle watched him go. She didn't want to leave, even though big changes would be made in less than twelve hours. Lasklee was all she had ever known, in the three years of life she remembered.
Besides, she was curious about who this Harligold person was. He was obviously someone important... and she wanted to see just how important. Perhaps the forces that had acted against the Buderos and Yarrakonas would show themselves against Harligold, and she wanted to be there to see that happen. Maybe she could even help them... once she found them.
"Lilliena?" Marielle began as she sat down with her 'mother'. "I want to stay. I wanna see if I can help the others that stay behind, maybe even do something against this Harligold person."
"Marielle, that's sweet of you, but I don't think it's a good idea," Lilliena answered, pulling Marielle into a close hug on the couch for a few seconds. "Whoever these people are, they're probably just as powerful as the Buderos or the Yarrakona family. They'll have trained fighters, or at least be good with a weapon... you're not a fighter."
"I have my own weapon," Marielle shot back, looking up into the slightly taller woman's eyes. "I'm good enough with it to stand up in a fight, surely... if it has to come to a fight. It doesn't have to, of course. We learn by doing, that's what you always say... and helping others is a good opportunity for me to learn, I think. Lilliena, please. I want to stay, I want to help. Running away from problems never solves them, no matter how big or small they are." She also wanted to find the people who were the subject of the many rumours about the city: the people who were responsible for the attacks on the Buderos and Yarrakonas. They were either brave, skilled, stupid, or a combination of the three, to take on two powerful families and remain standing.
Lilliena fell silent, looking at the young woman who had been in her care for the past three years. Times were changing, and perhaps people had to change with them. Her eyes lingered on Marielle's face for a few seconds. The twenty-year-old looked straight back, resolute in her request.
"You're so young, sweetie. But you're right. I wish I had had your sense of wisdom when I was your age," she eventually said, giving Marielle a small smile. "Tell you what, I'll give you some of our money, and you can stay behind... if you promise me you'll find a way to come back to us. Visit us when you can."
"I promise," Marielle instantly answered, with no hesitation in her suddenly serious voice. She had no qualms about doing so: she loved her family and would do anything for them.
The announcement blasted over the island and was not very warmly received in Sammi's head. "You kidding me?" she asked rhetorically. "I thought we just got done knocking the head guys out? Now there's another one coming in? Damn, I didn't think there was anything worth saving on this hunk of rock now that we've looted it pretty well. Why do people want this place so bad?"
Hal stared intently out the inn window at the smoke rising in the distance, listening carefully to the announcement. His jaw dropped when he heard that Roger Harligold would be coming to take over Lasklee. He had heard rumors about Roger in his travels, and all of them suggested that he wasn't somebody Hal ever wanted to tangle with. "So... Guess we got 12 hours to get outta here, right guys?" Hal said to the others with a nervous chuckle. "I mean this is a problem for the Marines. We should just let them take care of.... Oh shit."
Talking about the Marines had reminded Hal of Peter's little scuffle with them earlier. It didn't seem like the big guy with the cannon would be back in action anytime soon. Tozani was dead, Inishi was wounded, and their gangs were in shambles. Without even realizing it, they had pretty much cleared the way for Roger and his crew. "Yeah, this place is pretty fucked I think..."
After the announcement finished Alaena left the rooftop without a word; heading back downstairs to her room with a number of plans forming in her head. Most were half-baked pieces that were of no use on their own, but putting them together as a whole would create a solid plan. 'And that's what the people here need: a plan to protect the city. I need to head to city hall,' she thought as she entered her room, quickly changing her clothes to the ones she would normally wear as the Archer, sans her cloak though.
"I need to get another one soon," Alaena muttered, remembering that wasn't the only thing she'd have to get. A light sigh escaped her after she peeled the bandages around her eye off to check on the injury in her bathroom. There was numerous bruises around the area, including numerous cuts and scrapes that would become scars soon enough. 'And of course the whole lack of an eye. At least it's not infected.'
Her quiver was re-filled and hung on her back, the rest of her weapons being attached quickly after. "And now to city hall," she told herself, leaving her room and heading out of the inn into the crowded street.
Peter stood back and turned to Sammi. "I've heard of this guy... it's more of sending a statement for him. Plus, this place is the closest island to the main Marine station in the West Blue, Porte Carlo. Very nice strategic spot. Plus after everything we did? Well, this place isn't in the best spot to defend itself." Peter knew about some of the more famous pirates in the West Blue, and none of them were making quite the stir like Roger Harligold.
"Those four who ran off all had bounties. Thing is I can't put my finger on these guys names or powers..." He tried to think, but came up with nothing.
After he heard Hal speak, he turned to him "Yeah, we kinda did screw this island, didn't we? And I don't think Marines would be willing to help. Or even able to help. If someone did manage to get the call out for reinforcements, it'd take a while for them to get here. We're on our own here. So the big question is: what next?"
Jacque is still dazed as he is rather calm about the new situation.
He spoke to himself "Twelve hours eh? That's plenty of time for me to rest up and for Peter and the others to wake me up. I hope they get back soon to make me up otherwise I will go look for them once I had fully awake."
He let out a yawn as he had move his head back onto the pillow. He closes his eyes trying to get back to sleep.
"Well... I still say we oughta get out of here. I've never had the pleasure of meeting Harligold myself, but I've heard all the stories and based on the way he's been operating here so far, he definitely means business. " Hal said, starting to pace back and forth anxiously. His luck was supposed to improve after being rid of the Budero and Yarrakona, but things still weren't looking up. "I mean think about it: Why blow something up and tell us we have 12 hours to get ready before he comes back? He knows he could just as easily sneak up on this place and take it without much of a fight. No, he WANTS us to be ready so we'll put up a fight. It's more fun for him that way I guess. Can the seven of us really take on a guy like that after fighting all day and being beat to hell like we have?"
Alaena made her way through the bustling streets of Lasklee, doing her best to get to city hall with the limp from the fight with Tozani. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she took out a few pain killers she had bought from the family hospital earlier and dry swallowed them before continuing on.
The city hall was still burning in a few areas from the explosion caused by Harligold's men. Debris was strewn across the street, and a number of people were being treated for light wounds from it. A few eyes followed her as she went inside the ruined building, coming out a few minutes later with the old mayor's Den Den Mushi in her hand. 'This should read most, if not everyone's ears,' she thought, climbing halfway up the clock tower nearby and standing on one of it's ledges, 'Time to see if I can still make a convincing speech...'
"People of Lasklee," Alaena started, hearing the distant sound of her voice from around the city, "These are trying times. Before it was the two gangs that ruled and oppressed this city, and now after getting rid of the first threat we now have to deal with yet another. One that is even more dangerous than the last. But I believe we can triumph over this pirate crew just like we did over the Buderos and Yarrakonas."
"It will be difficult, but if we can band together and put our skills to use we can do it. We can save this city! The marines have abandoned you once again in your time of need, but I have not. I will not! I will fight to the end for this city and it's people. I can understand wanting to give up and either leave or give in to the damned pirates. But that is the easy way out. The coward's way! Most of you have lived on this island your whole life, and I know how hard it is to leave the place you call home."
"That is why I say we should stay and fight for this city. If you do not wish to stay here, then I neither judge nor blame you. You should leave while you still have the chance. But for those who wish to fight for their city, their home, than stay here and fight with me. We will protect this city with everything we have. For those who want to stay and fight, come to the center of town. Even if you do not have anything of use or any particular talent you can still help. We have twelve hours people of Lasklee, let's make them count."
Peter heard the announcement. Not quite as booming as the previous announcer was, and it was clear Alaena's injuries caught up to her and hit her hard just by how her voice sounded. "What's all this "we" stuff? I don't get any credit? Even if Tozani wasn't dead, my plan would have ruined him!" He tried his best to calm himself. It was a peeve of his when someone didn't give him credit. "The citizens are going to either retreat, and some are going to stay and fight. I suppose it was only a matter of time until someone tried to organize them. Still, that girl is gonna get herself killed. She's trying too hard to be some big hero..."
He turned to Hal "I'm not sure how big Harligold's forces are. Honestly? I don't know. I know I could probably outsmart them, do some nice chunks of damage to them. But even then..." he tried to get his mind off that. "My ship will still be undergoing modifications, but it's still functional and able to sail. So while we wouldn't be on the fastest vessel, we still have a way out of here."
He took a moment to think. "Well, I know that girl is going to stay and fight, and Hal, you want to leave." He started pacing around the inn. "What about everyone else? What do you guys think? Should we stay and fight? This was kinda our fault things are this bad, after all. Or should we cut our losses and head to our next destination?" Peter personally wanted to see just how much of a chance he stood against someone like Harligold, but he didn't want to endanger the crew against their wishes.
Yoje answered with barely a second thought. "Let's stay and fight. Alaena's skilled, but she and the citizens of this island aren't going to survive this fight on their own. We could make a difference. Besides, we've done so much trying to help this island already, I don't want to let it go to waste now. And I haven't had a really challenging fight in a while either."
Grana looked at his arm and sighed. "You know, I think we owe it to these people after taking out both Yarrakonas and Buderos. Yes, that was good, but ultimately they were this island's only line of defense, and we killed or ruining the both of them." Grana sighed as he shifted his arm into a more comfortable position. "Now, this might sound stupid coming from a thief, but I still have some honor. I screwed up trying to take down Tozani, and it ended up leaving me with a mauled arm and a useless prayer. I for one, intend to clean up after the mess I made. I don't leave things half done, and that's that. I'll stay and help Alaena. If you guys decide to leave, that's your business. Just tell me what island you're going to; I'll buy a boat and just follow you there.
Grana slowly unlaced his shirt and laid down on the bed, using his shirt to make sure no blood fell on the sheets."I'd be lying if I said this wasn't partly a test for me. I'll need to be able to overcome anything in the Grand Line. If I can fight with one good arm, then I reckon I'm set." Grana slowly closed his eyes as he laid his swords to rest beside him. "I can stop Harligold's cannons, but if what I heard about him was true, then I'll need all the rest I can get. Oh, and Captain? Please at least leave a plan if you escape. I promise to follow it to the letter- this time." Damien chuckled at his ironic statement before finishing. "Someone wake me up in 11 hours, alright? I don't feel like being drowsy and then having to fight. Goodnight." While Grana tried to hide it, he needed the rest a bit more than he was letting on. For the first time in a while, Damien could feel battle fatigue set in, and he knew how deadly that could be.
As Ainha returned to the living room of the house, both Marielle and Lilliena stood up to join him. The younger of the two immediately spoke up. "Ainha, I'm staying behind. I want to help people who do the same. It's just not right to simply run away from the problem like this."
"Marielle, no. You're too inexperienced, you don't have enough control over your ability," Ainha immediately answered. "It's safer for you to come with us. Jansine will be happy to have us for a while..." He trailed off as a second voice began to project itself through the open windows. This one was different. Female. She spoke of a defence of the city, of standing up for that which was rightfully theirs. The speech sent a chill through Marielle, though she was by no means cold. It was the strength of the words that had caused it... though she could hear what sounded like a strain to the woman's voice.
"You see? Other people want to stand and fight. I'll join them, I won't be alone in that regard," Marielle said. "I'll help you both with the packing, of course, but I'm going to stay behind."
"I don't know..." Ainha mused. "It could be a trap, designed to bring in those willing to fight the newcomers and remove them before they have a chance. This is very dangerous, Marielle, you'll be safer with us," he repeated.
"No, Ainha. I don't like ignoring a problem or walking away from it. I want to stay and fight... a dangerous life is pretty much the only one I've known," Marielle countered. That was true enough: Lasklee, the city in which she had more or less grown up, had always been violent. This was just another step up from the usual. "Lilliena has already agreed to let me stay. I might not have full control over my power, like you said, but I'm good enough to stand up to a fight."
She hoped that was the case. Marielle had never actually tested her ability on another human, but based on the trials she had experimented with, it was pretty destructive against wood, glass and other easily breakable materials.
There was an almost tangible silence in the room as Ainha considered Marielle's statements. Eventually he broke it. "Alright... alright, you can stay behind. We'll leave you some supplies and such, and you can stay here if you want to. For now, we need to get packed up as soon as possible." With that the three of them got to packing up as much as they could carry.
A short while later the Villeneuves were packed up and sorted out. Lilliena and Ainha had both hefted packs onto their backs, carrying a fair bit in terms of money, valuables, clothing and supplies. Marielle, however, had packed up her own things as well, plus that which her parents had given her. She didn't know if she was going to come back and sleep at their house, so everything had been packed up.
"Alright... are you sure about this, Marielle? You wouldn't rather come with us?" Ainha asked once more. Staying behind was what Marielle wanted. She wanted to help in some way, to use her power for a good cause. And she couldn't do that by running away from her problems.
"No. I'll stay behind," she said resolutely as she slung her own pack onto her shoulders, adjusting the jacket underneath it to fit comfortably. She led the way to the door, opening it for the others before leaving the house herself. It was a strange feeling, to have to leave the place one considered home. She briefly wondered if the three of them would return under better circumstances.
Then Marielle stepped through the door and closed it behind her, her decision made. Lilliena stepped forward and pulled her into another tight hug; this one was meant to say goodbye. Ainha joined the two of them, kissing the top of Marielle's forehead. The three held their embrace for a few moments before they drew apart. "So... you're off then," was all Marielle could bring herself to say. It seemed a little awkward to her.
"Yes. Good luck to you here... and come back alive," Ainha said, his tone mimicking an order. Marielle gave the two a small wave as they turned and made their way to the docks, where they would look for a ship to get them off Lasklee. The young woman, however, turned and headed in a different direction: the centre of the city, where she would meet this stranger and see what she had to say.
Sammi listened to what her crew mates had to say, the merchant wanted to leave, while the bouncy boy and Grana wanted to stay and fight. The woman who patched her up certainly made her choice, understandable since she lived here. It was given some thought before she spoke up.
"I say we stay," she concurred. "If this guy's looking to make a statement, I say we hit him with the exclamation point and beat him at his own game. He wants to come here and sweep in picking up all the shattered fragments of this island, he can damn well go through me and Grana and anyone else who's got the guts to take him on." I'm pretty sure I still own him something for Bob. He told me about a pirate who pushed him out of the Western Islands, I think he said his name was Roger. I dunno, it seems so long ago now, those talks we used to have... After this self-pause, Sammi stood up, hoisting up her bag of goodies. "I'm going to lock this stuff up and then I'm going to start getting ready to fight this guy." She headed upstairs, intent on securing her newfound belongings in her room before getting ready to see what kind of fight this place would be able to put up against someone who even her previous mentor cursed.
Peter nodded, stepping up. "Ok... seems we have a majority opinion here. So it looks like we'll be sticking around. Now then, I'm gonna head back to my ship to start making some preparations. Maybe take a look around town to see if anyone else is going to stand with us. I just need to get my gear and I'll be right back." he stood up and walked outside, heading towards the docks. He stopped and then turned around, heading to the town square.
"I'll go to the center of town now, then." Yoje said as he morphed into his hybrid form. "Hopefully Alaena got a lot of other people to help her fight. She or Peter should be able to make a good plan to stop Roger." before he hopped off, he looked at Hal, who seemed dead set against staying to fight. "You could leave on your own, you know. It'd be helpful if you stayed, but there's nothing forcing you to." Without waiting for a response, he jumped over to where Alaena had asked everyone to gather.
"This is all of it ma'am."
Alaena looked up from a map of Lasklee that had been placed on a table outside of the clock tower, noting the stacks of crates that had been brought over from the two gang's bases. "This is good. How much ammo is there?" she asked as she walked over to the crates, examining the quality of the different guns inside.
"Um, quite a bit if I recall. At least a crate of ammo for each gun here. They're bringing it over here now," replied a young man that had been assigned with the group sent to collect the two gang's weapon caches. The group had been comprised of the first people to respond to her call to fight, most of them having already been around the town center. Since then a few more people had come by and were assigned basic things that needed to be done; though Alaena was considering trying to rally more civilians to come help. 'Or at least try to have them make haste.'
"Even better. This means that there is enough ammo to practice with. Have the group send the ammo and guns to the park; that's where shooting practice will be," Alaena replied after putting down a pistol, letting the young man get back to work as she turned back to the map on the table. There were numerous drawings all over the map for different things; the placement of the few cannons they had, alleyways that could be prime areas for traps or useful escape routes, and more.
'All these things will even the odds a small bit, but is there a chance of us winning?' she asked herself, staring down at all the drawings and notes written down. The idea of simply leaving this place had popped up in her head once more at the odds against them, but she knew she couldn't do it at this point. She was already too far in to bail out now.
"You'll get through this...you've done it before so many times," Alaena muttered, grabbing a pencil and jotting down more notes as she waited for more people to arrive.
He saw that about a dozen people were preparing for something. He walked up and saw Alaena trying to organize something. "Hmmmmm... not a bad battle plan. Seems a little... basic, though. And judging by the people we have here, it isn't that well suited. Not enough people to get it all set up properly in time." he kept looking over the map. "I'm impressed you managed to think up something like that so quickly. Not the best improvised plan I've ever seen... but up there." He looked around the weapons there, noticing a couple surviving members of the two families also starting to head towards the building. "Still, what exactly are you going to do about their bigger fighters? We might be able to stop the grunts, but we know he has some big hitters in his crew."
He kept examining the people getting ready to fight. "You don't really seem all that used to large-scale invasions... this seems more like the best strategy for a guerrilla war. Not that many casualties and minimal property damage, and some well-thought out networks to escape. That's all well and good if you want to keep fighting them for a month. Me?" he reached out and tried to grab the map. "I think a little bit more of a destructive approach would be more helpful..."
He yelled out to the people there "HEY! Anyone here got anything we can work with?! Cannons, ships that can fight, any devil fruit users here?"
As Marielle walked into the center of Lasklee, she could see a hive of activity unfolding. A fair few people were already gathered, some of whom were carrying crates around or standing near them, on guard. Two people stood over a table, looking over something, presumably either a map or a battle plan to defend the city. One was occasionally glancing around at the people milling about... he spoke up.
"HEY! Anyone here got anything we can work with?! Cannons, ships that can fight, any devil fruit users here?"
A smile twitched on Marielle's lips as she brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes: she was going to prove herself useful the moment she made her presence known. With that in mind, she strode up to the two at the table to introduce herself.
"I fall into the latter category. I'm Marielle Villeneuve," she stated, giving the pair a brief nod of greeting. "If needs be I can give you a demonstration of my ability. I can use it to fight, should the need arise." She did not doubt that there would be fighting. The first speaker had said that they would overcome the resistance that stood against them; that could only lead to battle.
Alaena glared at Peter when he started to criticize the rudimentary plans she had made, clenching her jaw as she let him take hold of the map. "Since you seemingly know so much than why don't you come up with the plan, and I'll help oversee it? I wasn't trained for a large-scale attack; neither at home nor for the cause. That's why I used those tactics, and I believe they can still be put to good use," she stated, not pleased with the way Peter had come in and taken over. While her annoyance was visible to anyone with eyes she allowed him to change the plans to those that could prove more useful; she knew it was more important to help the people than to protect her wounded pride.
"More people will come and help," she started, looking over at the girl who introduced herself as Marielle, "See Peter? And for the record there are cannons that are being brought over by some people I sent out earlier," she added, turning her attention back to Marielle, "I demonstration would be good. Have you ever been in combat before?"