Water 7 V

At Marine Headquarters, Kong sat at his desk on the top floor, his eyes scanning through a mountain of paperwork. He glanced at the clock, groaning as he stretched his massive frame. The long hours were wearing on him, and he yearned for a moment of sleep.

Then, the shrill ringing of his Den Den Mushi shattered the stillness. With a subtle frown, he picked it up and barked, "Fleet Admiral Kong speaking."

From the other side, Lieutenant Yoda's frantic voice burst through. "Fle-Fleet Admiral! This is Lieutenant Yo-Yoda reporting! Gol D. Roger is currently at Water 7!"

Kong's exhaustion evaporated in an instant. His chair toppled backward as he shot to his feet, gripping the Den Den Mushi so tightly that the snail flinched.

"GOL D. ROGER?!" he roared, his voice echoing through the office. "I'll get Garp and Sengoku! Contact Instructor Zephyr immediately and mobilize every available soldier! KEEP ME UPDATED ON HIS POSITION AT ALL TIMES!"

Without waiting for a reply, Kong slammed the receiver down. His expression darkened as he muttered to himself, "You disappear for weeks… only to show up at Water 7? This will be your last, Roger..."

His hand clenched into a fist, slamming onto the desk with such force that it splintered and collapsed in two with a resounding crack. He stood there for a moment, the shattered wood scattered at his feet, his imposing figure radiating a terrifying aura. Despite his age, Kong remained a powerhouse, his presence a testament to his enduring strength.

Calmly walking over to the coat rack, he grabbed his Fleet Admiral jacket, flipping it over his shoulders in one smooth motion. Before leaving the office, he pulled a lever on the wall, activating the alarm. The blaring sirens sent a wave of urgency throughout Marine ford.

Outside, the base erupted into chaos as marines scrambled to prepare for war. Soldiers sprinted to armories, and officers barked commands to organize their divisions.

Stepping onto the balcony overlooking the bustling base, Kong surveyed the scene below. His steely gaze swept across the frantic marines before narrowing. "Roger…" he muttered under his breath.

"Fleet Admiral Kong."

Kong turned to see three figures approaching: Garp, Sengoku, and Akainu. The sight of the trio brought a rare smile to his face, though his eyes lingered on Akainu.

Akainu's right arm was now a gleaming black prosthetic, a testament to cutting-edge "marine engineering". The arm pulsed with magma flowing through translucent tubes, a fusion of his devil fruit abilities and advanced technology. The experimental modifications included air pressure blasts, magma bullets, and a prototype laser beam. The latter was still 50/50 but it's power still devasted the field based on recent testing's.

Kong studied the arm for a moment before turning his attention back to the three men. "It seems you've heard the news, get ready!" he said with a grin.

Garp responded first, grinning just as widely. "Of course! I'll catch Roger for sure this time!"

Sengoku and Akainu raised their hands in unison, snapping sharp salutes. "Yes, sir!" they declared.

Kong let out a booming laugh, his enthusiasm was loud and clear. "Good! With all of us together, there's no way he's escaping!"

With a crack of his knuckles, Kong clenched his fists and unleashed a powerful burst of Conqueror's Haki. The overwhelming energy wasn't aimed at incapacitating anyone, it was meant to rise morals.

"WE ARE CAPTURING ROGER!" he bellowed, his voice amplified by the Haki. "WE WILL BRING JUSTICE!"

The roar reverberated across the base, lifting the spirits of every marine who heard it. Soldiers paused in their preparations, standing straighter as determination filled their hearts.

The four marines descended from the top floor, their combined presence exuding an awe-inspiring power. As they strode through the bustling headquarters, they were joined by Zephyr, who greeted them with a nod.

"Kong," Zephyr said, his usual stern demeanor, "The soldiers are ready. Let us give them hell."

The group continued toward the docks; their steps synchronized. Every marine they passed paused in awe, saluting the powerhouses of the organization.

The sight of Kong, Garp, Sengoku, Akainu, and Zephyr together was a rare and monumental moment. The sheer strength gathered in one place left no doubt: this was a force that would rival any threat.

As they boarded the Large Battleship, marines on the docks cheered, their morale soaring.

Kong stood at the helm, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Gol D. Roger," he said, his voice low but resolute. "Your ends is near..."

[Water 7]

Completely oblivious to the advancing marine forces, Draco and them rushed toward Dock 5. The air grew heavier as they approached, the dock standing in stark contrast to the others in Water 7. The area was dark and oppressive, with its murky waters reflecting the oppressive energy that seemed to hang over the place.

Dock 5 was more built than others, instead of its purpose for Shipwright, it was more of a city. It held buildings, with winding streets. Still, a small part that faced the sea was where Taylors' Mansion was, with the shipwrights.

Draco, Roger, and the rest of the group quickly realized that their numbers would make it nearly impossible to move unnoticed. Sure enough, a patrolling marine caught sight of them.

"Ah! Ah!!"

The marine fumbled for a flare gun, his hands trembling, but before he could fire it, Rayleigh moved with blinding speed.

*Woosh*

In a single swift motion, Rayleigh appeared behind the marine, his sandal crashing into the man's head. The marine crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

"Sadly," Rayleigh said, his voice calm but edged with disappointment, "doing this sneakily won't do." He cast a quick glance at the fallen marine before looking back at the group. "We'll have to split up to cover more ground and find Taylor faster."

Draco and Roger nodded in agreement, their expressions grim.

"Alright," Roger said with his usual confident grin.

"Sure," Draco replied uncaringly.

With that, the group divided. Roger and Oden took the most chaotic route, barreling through the streets like a storm, while Draco, Shanks, Buggy, and Enel moved across the rooftops in pursuit of Finding Taylor. Rayleigh and Scopper, ever the tacticians, took a more subtle approach, heading directly for the most fortified structure: the Dock 5 Mansion, where Taylor would most likely be found. 

[Roger and Oden]

Roger and Oden ran side by side, their fighting spirits blazing as they tore through the streets of Dock 5.

Oden unsheathed his twin blades, his laughter ringing out like thunder. "WAHAHAHA!"

{GUN MODOKI}

he roared, unleashing a devastating slash that cleaved through entire buildings and sent marines scattering like leaves in the wind.

Massive marines armed with battle axes and shields tried to intercept him, but Oden's blades danced with ease, slicing through their defenses like paper.

"WAHAHAHA! Nice work, Oden!" Roger bellowed, gripping his Ace Blade tightly. Haki pulsed through the weapon, the edges glowing faintly red as he swung it. Without a named technique, the air itself seemed to part in the wake of his blade, leaving behind destruction so precise it could have been art.

The marines who dared to face them screamed in terror, but those who threw down their weapons were spared. To Roger and Oden, unarmed foes were not worth their time. 

[Draco and the Trio]

While chaos reigned below, Draco's group leapt across the rooftops. Shanks, Enel, and Buggy followed closely behind, the murky air stinging their lungs.

Out of nowhere, one of the buildings beneath them cracked and began to collapse.

"Dammit, Oden!" Buggy yelled as he narrowly avoided the falling debris. Leaping from a large chunk of rubble, he scrambled to rejoin Draco and the others, his face filled with annoyance.

From below, Oden's voice boomed. "WAHAHAHA! My apologies, Buggyjiro!" But his apology was fleeting, and his blades swung again, leveling yet another structure.

Buggy clenched his fist and shook it in frustration. "DAMN SAMURAI~!"

[Roger and Oden]

Amid the chaos they had created, Oden and Roger stood shoulder to shoulder, their presence alone radiating unshakable confidence. Suddenly, from the swirling dust and debris, ten shadows emerged, stepping forward in perfect unison.

Roger cocked his head slightly, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. "Devil fruit users...? A Family of lookalikes? Eh." His voice carried a tinge of amusement.

Oden, gripping his twin katanas, exchanged a glance with Roger. Neither needed words. The moment their eyes met, they both erupted into wide, wild smiles. Roger's red glint flashed menacingly in his eyes, while Oden's grin stretched as he slid into a ready stance.

Without hesitation, the two powerhouses struck simultaneously. Their combined attack carved through the air, creating a force so powerful it cleaved everything in its path. The sheer destruction rippled outward, cutting through stone, earth, and air alike.

The ten shadows scattered, desperate to escape the devastating blow, but it was futile. In mere moments, all of them were obliterated, their forms sliced apart and cast aside like debris in a storm.

Roger let out a booming laugh, his exhilaration echoing through the battlefield. "Well, that was easy!"

But before the dust could settle, dozens more shadows began to materialize, fifty this time, emerging like ghosts from the chaos. They spread out, surrounding Oden and Roger in a tightening circle.

Oden, far from intimidated, adjusted his stance, his swords gleaming under the dim light. "Fifty, huh? This is getting fun!"

Roger's grin grew wider, his voice thundering with excitement. "Let's keep going then!"

With a shared roar, the two powerhouses charged headfirst into the fray, their combined power promising nothing short of absolute destruction.

[Rayleigh and Scopper]

As Roger and Oden drew the marines' attention, Rayleigh and Scopper weaved through the alleyways, their steps silent as they tried to approach the Dock 5 Mansion.

But before they could reach the building, a shadow moved. A massive figure emerged from the darkness, blocking their path.

Rayleigh stopped abruptly, his sword raised in a defensive stance. His sharp eyes scanned the figure, his instincts alert.

Scopper, however, didn't hesitate. "Move it!" he shouted, his dual axes gleaming in the dim light as he charged forward.

The figure revealed itself to be Mace, a tall lean man with a devilish grin. Their attack clashed, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the air. The struggle lasted only a moment before Scopper's raw power overpowered Mace, hurling him into a nearby building.

The structure crumbled under the force, splitting in two.

Before the dust settled, two more figures emerged from the rubble. Identical to Mace, they moved with unsettling precision.

"Leahahaha... This is going to be difficult," Mace muttered, his iconic smirk faltering only slightly. "Damn Taylor…"

The two new Maces leapt into action; their attacks coordinated.

But Rayleigh was ready. With a fluid motion, he slashed his sword, the blade cutting cleanly through both figures. They disintegrated into dark sheets of paper, scattering in the wind.

The original Mace, now visible again, watched from a distance, his eyes narrowing. "Dark King Rayleigh…" he muttered under his breath. "Sword wielders. Tch."

Rayleigh smirked, his sword gleaming faintly. "If you mind, let us pass through?"