Nami would stand there a bit confused...
She had expected a fight, but...
Laid there in front of her, fully beat up, was none other than the secretary chick, or whatever she was called.
She was Nami's matchup and well... she didn't have Haki.
For fuck's sake, how the fuck did she not even have Armament Haki? Well, not like Nami was complaining — this little flaw made sure Nami couldn't be hit as you know.
Nami was a logia fruit user.
Though maybe she shouldn't have unleashed so much lightning on the poor lady.
Said lady was currently out cold, with foam coming out her mouth. If the Holy Knight survived this, it would not only be foam coming out that shit.
Anyway.
Nami would look around the room. There was something in here she needed to get.
After searching around the room for a solid 5 minutes, she found it.
"Gotcha," she said, opening the files up.
There lay the blueprint for their plan, down to the most minute minor detail, including the fact that Blueno was currently sliming out Iceburg.
Shit.
Taking her hand, she would take out her Den-Den Mushi before ringing it.
She knew practically everyone else was busy; however, someone right now should currently be free.
Pov change.
Franky could be seen — he had no scar on his body nor bruises. Shit didn't even look like he got out of a fight. It was mid-diff at best if you really wanted to glaze it, but in reality shit was more like low to nonexistent diff.
He was fully refueled with cola, so the guy stood no chance against his super... attack.
Anyway, enough about how he was currently stronger than he was a few days ago, and how he thought it would be blasphemy to wear pants.
The sound of a Mushi ringing could be heard.
Franky would open his stomach and take out the Den-Den Mushi there.
He would open it.
The navigator. Speaking of which, the Merry was still alive, just barely though. Something about finishing the new ship before giving the Merry a very dignified death, as after all, it was the least they could do to such a wonderful ship.
As for the new ship, it was bigger — like way bigger.
But it was still only like 75% finished, so yeah, there was that. Even with so much help, shit not even done. There was a training room, 2 bathrooms, one for the guys and one for the girls.
For rooms, it was only 2 — one for the guys and one for the girls. No need to design complex shit. An aquarium alongside other shit Franky hasn't fully implemented yet.
And while the ship was functional right now — like shit could work and all that — some of its defense mechanisms were not fully implemented yet, so there's that.
Anyway, back to Nami.
Franky would smile at that — well, wasn't that just neat — but his breath would be caught in his throat when he heard the next part.
Franky's eyes seemed to darken.
Well, you see, she wasn't just a helpless girl — she in fact had brains, and not just tits. When she heard the government was after it, and Kairo — fucking Kairo out of everyone — went to this guy, this guy who would have no trouble with his bare balls to the air, she knew something was up.
And when she heard about how Pluton was a ship, this guy a shipwright, and Kairo taking a piece of paper from said cyborg late at night, she wouldn't call it stealing per se.
But the guy was asleep. The map he had now probably was a fake one.
Though she wouldn't say any of that — just enough to get him to Iceburg.
He would close the Den-Den Mushi and dash toward where Iceburg was.
Nami would take in a deep breath. She thinks she did a pretty good job. Now she only had one tiny thing to do before rejoining the others.
She would turn her gaze to the now very unconscious woman in the room — the soap-power woman standing no chance against her.
The devious look on Nami's face would have made the woman sweat bullets if she was conscious right now, but she wasn't — which meant she was currently fully at the mercy of Nami and whatever she had planned.
Pov change.
Franky would rush through the tight corridors. The run to Iceburg's place would be like 5 minutes; if he focused his power he could get there in 3 minutes.
Iceburg will survive. He has.
He fucking has.
As for how Iceburg was himself, he was currently getting his life choked out of him — Blueno was currently crushing the man's windpipes.
"Speak... where are the files?"
A/N sad....i lost poll priveledge, i had some truly freaky question to ask but without anomity of the polls, wont get as much enguagment bait from them.