After he left the infirmary he was fine with whatever outcome Jack wanted to go with. Hannibal doesn’t care what the dwarf went with. He felt that way about a lot of things after what he was told on Sandy Island, by a pirate. Those words engraved into his mind. He knew he was late for the meeting but felt it was okay, he was injured. His cast clearly visible and the reason he had it being known. It took less than five minutes too make to the meeting room. He was taking his time and ended up not being the one to open the door to the meeting room. A Captain was the one to do so. He looked panicked and distraught about whatever had caused him to push the door open. Drenched in his own sweat.

‘He must’ve ran here for somewhere far.’ Hannibal would think to himself as he saw the guys uniform was soaked. Hannibal would walk in behind him and listened to everything that he would about to spew out his mouth.


“Water 7 has been attacked by a army of Sea Kings! They say Le`luce was sighted there!”


Instalty, before anyone else could muster anything to say. Hannibal would speak. "You did good." He'd look over at Birdal and then over to the Vice Admiral. "I'll go ahead and do what I can." Hannibal would say but Birdal would raise his hand right after that.

"Hannibal, you are late. Please just sit there down and allow the Marines to handle this." Birdal spoke like this to Hannibal simply due to him still wanting Hannibal to belong to the Cipher Pol rather than the Marines. "You have another assignment to attend to that we need you for."

Hannibal didn't know how to respond to what Birdal would say. He would sigh and take a seat just to get the eyes that were on him off of him. Whatever his assignment was it had to be extremely important. If it meant Hannibal who had the ability to freeze water better than anyone within this world couldn't do so on Water 7 to stop Sea Kings. He wouldn't say anything else as the Marines would be spoken to by others on the situation. Time would pass and the Marines that would go to either Water 7 or Sandy Isle would do so. Something was really off about the whole atmosphere within the room. When people would leave the room some would give Hannibal a not so friendly look. Which made no sense as a LOT of them were friends with Hannibal. He had fought with them a lot in the past. Drank with them a lot. The amount of good time she had with them were almost infinite. But something unknowing to Hannibal had transpired that put him on the bad end when it came to many if not all of them. Something he'd come to find out soon since it was now just him and Birdal within the meeting room.

"You are going back to Alabasta." Birdal would simply say. He didn't waste any time to where Hannibal was going to be sent. As he knew that place was somewhere Hannibal wanted to take a break from.

"Really?" Hannibal would ask. He honestly never wanted to go back to that Island, there was too much going on. The people and environment were just something he didn't enjoy. There were a few that he thought were cool and bearable but all in all he didn't want to go back there. He felt the best place he could go at this moment was Water 7. If he went there he could save many lives and maybe really live up to his "Hero" title. Birdal knew of his powerful Devil Fruit ability and ever time he had time he practice to increase his mastery.

"Why me?" Hannibal would ask. He wouldn't disobey the orders he was given, but he needed to know the reason for all of this.

"Because you are special, Hannibal. Not simply because you are a part of the Three-eyed tribe. But because you show the capabilities of being someone that the World Government could benefit from having." Birdal would say as he would begin to fumble through some papers that were in front of him. He'd soon bring out a letter that was confirmation on Hannibal's promotion.  He would hand it to Hannibal, who would take it.

Hannibal would take it and he would smile. It felt good to be recognized as his old rank again.


"Listen, Han. You should really consider joining the Cipher Pol. I can work it so that you can use the Marines as a cover. You are a PRIME candidate for a program that I have in the works. That if you move up higher in you'd see you don't need to be part of the Marines to work for the World Government." Birdal was still on his campaign to recruit Hannibal, and he probably wouldn't stop.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead? The Prince was poisoned but you also were reported to be as well. And why are you so young?"

"I am special just like you Han." Birdal would say to answer Hannibal's questions. He didn't plan to go into detail at all about how he actually did what he did, and Hannibal saw that. So Hannibal would roll his eyes and look back at his paper and then at Birdal.

Hannibal would place the papers down and reach into his pocket, revealing a pack of fags and a silver lighter. He've remove only one fag befor placing the pack back, safely, into his pocket. He knew he shouldn't smoke, as it was bad for you. But, he honestly his health wasn't really that much of a concern for him at this moment. He;d lit the fag after it was tucked between his lips. One long drag would be the first thing he'd do before blow a plume of smoke. His next drag would be extremely shorter and coupled with a sigh afterwards. "So how many people actually died during that entire ordeal?" Hannibal would ask. He hadn't asked this question after the events of Rainbase, as he wasn't ready for the answer. Along with physical training and his devil fruit training Hannibal has also begun to try and make his mental fortitude stronger. And to do that he'd need to gather this information now. He needed to know the amount of lives he could've saved but was not able to.

"Well first... Birdal would jump up and smack the fag ot of the mouth of Hannibal. Cut that shit out. No more of that." He would then reach into Hannibal's pocket and remove the pack he had, but he'd leave the lighter. Now with that settled Birdal would speak. "That Bazil character along with some other things caused a bit of a shitstorm, if I am being frank. I won't get into detail but I would like to say somewhere in the thousands, if you want to talk about how many families were fucked over in the end."

"What do you mean? What do the families have to do with it?" Hannibal would ask him. Somewhat confused on what he said.

"Removing one piece can compromise an entire structure is what I mean." Birdal would say without getting into too much detail. From the expression Hannibal made he'd understand now what it was Birdal said.

A few hours had passed and the two were no longer within the meeting room. They found themselves within a room at almost the peak of the main Marineford building. This wasn't anything romantic as they both didn't swing that way at all. Or did they? No, they didn't. Why they were here was because a few others were here. It was a second meeting that Hannibal was going to be attending but there wouldn't be anyone from the Marines. No, it was strictly World Government officials and CP agents within this meeting. Which confused Hannibal somewhat, but knew what was going down. It was about the program that Birdal had brought up before.

"So this is him?" One Man with a patchy beard would inquire as he looked Hannibal up and down.

"Yes, sir. Hannibal "The Hero" Uchis." Birdal would say. Adding in the new title that was associated with Hannibal.

"And he is a calamity?" Another would suddenly say. His words caused Hannibal to shoot him a stare as that was a button he didn't want pushed.

"Ooooh, look at that. You said that and his third eye opened up, menacing." Another would say at the action of Hannibal. They all looked at him as if he was a animal within a zoo, and they made him feel that way as well.

Hannibal would look at them and began to calm himself, as they wouldn't win. They wouldn't cause him to act a fool and shame himself for their ignorance. He was better and would be better than all of them. So, he stood their even with his third eye'd open and waited for Birdal to speak.

"I believe we should show Hannibal some respect. He will be the one getting the information from those stones for us. He has also deserved to be treated like a Human being, even if he isn't one. So I ask we keep it calm in here." Birdal did come to the defense of Hannibal. And that surprised Hannibal quite a bit, even made him respect Birdal even more.

Many would smack their lips but would nob their head in agreement to what it was Birdal would tell them. As he was right. Hannibal had put himself in a good light despite his race.

"So what program are you proposing? Birdal." One with the beard would ask.

"CP-9." Birdal would say bluntly.

"Ugh, this again? And what has changed from lasted time."More groans and moans would be heard indicating this wasn't the first time Birdal has brought this up.

"Yes, this again. With the addition of Hannibal I believe we can make this work. As I want him as the center peace. Not only will this group be focused more on the neutralization of targets we deem unfit for this world. But, they will also be tasked with heading out to gather things a normal CP or the Marines are not able to get. " Birdal would say to them with confidence.

From the outside looking in Captain Hannibal Uchis seemed like a cool guy. He kept his emotions in check and followed not only what he felt was right but within the boundaries given to him by the World Government. That though was not the case at all with him, as he held many internal conflicts. He doesn't let them out to the world as he can't. Doing such a thing surely would make what himself seem too weak. So, as he sat within his room alone he fought with himself. The room he was within was the marine base located within the city of Alubarna. He was granted a private room only due to his rank of Captain and still it wasn't the lap of luxury. The floors weren't weak but every other step he took caused a screech to echo through the room. His weight not enough to push through the floor but enough to make it cry out. Within this room was nothing more than the bare necessities a Marine Officer would need in his daily life. The only thing that would be somewhat of a luxury item would be the mirror that covered the entire east side of the room. Hannibal would make sure to avert his harlequin eyes from it at all costs, as he couldn't stand the sight of himself.

Hannibal was tired and this place was his own personal solitary confinement. He even gave orders that he was not to be bothered unless it was of the upmost urgency, and if he was the last person able to assist. As with his current mind set he couldn't be of much use. Though he wouldn't be delving back into his attitude he held on Baltigo, he was in a similar way. The room smelled of not only tobacco but of another herb that could be purchased on Sandy Island. He had a cigar of both. He only held one with his left hand though, as the other would rest within a ashtray on the desk. It was lit as during his pacing back and forth he would switch them out. He has been doing this for over a hour now as there was already two put out ends within the ashtray. The two he was using now being the second pair. On that desk were a few other things. On on side lay a pile of papers around eight inches high. He had many reports to file and letters to send out, and hasn't started on them at all. Beside that was a, unopened, bottle of wine and a clear glass. The ashtray was at the edge of the desk more toward where the entrance was whilst the papers were within the opposite corner back toward the window. The window was large and if you wanted you could look out of it and peer over the surrounding area. There though was a blind covering this view. The room was located at the top of the five-story building. I wasn't the best but it was spacious and no one other than Hannibal wanted it. He was a large man so with the room being the way it was, even if it wasn't the cleanest, he would feel cramped. Even the furniture felt normal to him though it may be a bit big for those of a shorter height.

"How can I call myself anything but a Villain." Hannibal would mumble to himself as he'd stop right after he moved away from his desk. With his right hand he began to move around the small, to him, size marbles he held. He did it more and more furiously as seconds would pass. He'd stop though as he'd inevitability crush them within his hands.  He'd open his hand and see the crushed material and then let it fall onto the floor by over turning his hand. He'd close his eyes and let out a slow depressing sigh. He'd wipe the rest of the residue onto his pants leg. So many things had begun to happen since the world was changed. Finally, he'd turn to his left and see himself within the mirror. His Third Eye this entire time was showing and as he closed the small meter gap he'd stop once inches away from the mirror. He saw himself as what the world had painted his race, a calamity.

Then there was the loud banging and the room began to shake as if a earthquake was raging through the area.  His gaze from the mirror broke as he'd rush over to the window, looking out in horror he saw it all. Each and every face of the people he let down, staring up at him. Shaking the very building he was within just to get to him.


That chanting of that one word was all they said. He didn't know what to do so, he'd break the window. And scream out to them all. "IM SORRY!" is all he'd say hoping they would accept his apology. He hoped that it would be enough for them to accept him back. But, he knew that wouldn't bring them back. That him saying he was sorry wouldn't bring any of them back. That he failed to save each and everyone of them. So, even with the thought of just jumping to his doom on his mind he feel back and balled up. Tear began to stream from each of his eyes as he rocked himself back and forth. Suddenly he'd feel a hand on his back and when he looked up there was nothing but a bright light.

Blinking a few times he would sit up and look around, he was not in that place anymore. Rather he was within a nicer room and laying on it's couch.

"Damn, you are haunted Hannibal." Birdal would say at his desk as he looked at Hannibal who was drenched in sweat.

"It was just a nightmare."

"I bet. Take these. One every time you wake up and another before bed. But, if at anytime you feel sad take one. I will keep giving them to you till you feel better." Birdal would say as he'd toss a pill bottle over to Hannibal. After Hannibal would catch the bottle Birdal would go back to going over his paper. This moment was a day after the second meeting.

The meeting went well. After a long battle Birdal was able to get his program going, but Hannibal was going to play a major role in this. He had to go out and do one task, alone, to prove that he could even handle being the centerpiece of anything. He couldn't just be some guy that they say is good, he really needed to prove it. At this point in time he was regarded as a Hero, well on Sandy Isle. But for this task he was mainly going there as a undercover agent. Not like the other CP agents as what he was now able to do was much more. At this point in time he was training. Running a few laps around the entire Island to work on his cardio. He needed to be able to go for a long time. But, during that he'd have a encounter with someone he might not forget.

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As he ran back to Birdal's office he'd find what he was looking for. A crate of his pills. He was told by Birdal that he could get them as Birdal might not be in contact with Hannibal for a couple months as he worked on his program. So, Hannibal would run out of pills before then.

He'd return to the area he was to be at, the Sea train station. He didn't have a ship, even though his new rank gave him one. Due to the incident on Water 7 he won't be getting his ship for a couple months. So, he and his new squad(grunts) would use the Sea Train station instead to get where they were going. He wished he could bring them along during his mission but he needed to have them do some other things dealing with information gather instead while he went after the rock. Deep down though he hoped he could meet with Ricchi and the others, as he hadn't seen them in a long time. They could've been the dream team but things came up. They were all still young though so maybe one day they would actually team up and move up. As Hannibal, even with Birdal's program, would stay a Marine as long as he possibly could. As his home would also be with the Marines no matter what.

He board the train with all of his things and the group would being to set off. Sandy Isle being their destination. Hannibal's arm had also healed now and he was at 100%, the cast being removed before he got on the train. He wondered how much Sandy had changed with him being gone for a little bit. Only a few months had passed since he arrived. But, only a couple days since he got this assignment and promotion. So he would be going back there a bit different than when he first left.