Voyage Name:Separation
Location:Jordsand
Participant(s): Solo
Description:Shortly after arriving to Jordsand Hannibal embarks alone. Straying from the main Island that many Marines are. He isn't doing this to take on the enemy alone but to help captured Marines. The news of them being taken and placed in a camp located on one of the smaller Island some ways from the main island. With how everyone was so spread out Hannibal just goes out to save them. But he is met with the harsh reality of this world. That his race is still not considered equal in the eyes of everyone.

The meeting was something else. He didn't know this place was in such a state. 'I have to do my part.' Hannibal would think to himself as he and a group that wasn't the one he arrived to the island with headed to one of the small islands. There weren't any big names there that he was going to put down. On the contrary the absence of Marines is the reason this group was heading over. Hannibal did have a uneasy feeling as they traveled. No one spoke to him. He heard their whispers however.






They spoke pretty loudly but Hannibal ignored them. He just kept leaning against the railing and gazing outward at the sea as they approached the small island. Though some held lower ranks others ranked equal to his own he would not confront any of them. The best way to shut them up is to show them they were wrong. And even if they still hated him he didn't care. He fought on the side of the World Government because he knew it was the right thing to do. He did however feel Birdal would have words for him. As Birdal did say once his true identity was revealed being a Marine would be extremely hard. And that joining the Cipher Pol would be even harder. Hannibal was fine with this however, as he was tired of hiding himself.

The vessel would soon dock at a battered port. The area had seen it's fair share of conflict. If you gazed further passed the current position you'd see that there was a moderate sized mining camp passed the docking area. Hannibal himself wondered why they'd dock here. But pushed the thought off due to this might being the only safe place to dock their vessel. He'd move from his spot on the ship and begin to stretch. As during the journey he stayed in one spot and kept to himself. A bit stiff but he stretched and the walking that followed began to loosen him up. Catching a few glares as he made his way over to the ladder to disembark the ship.


There wasn't a clear cut way to break up the groups but many went to those they felt most comfortable working with. Right now this breaking up really didn't matter as they still had to all leave from the port area and passed the camp. Hannibal, like everyone else, was aware that those they were looking for were deep in the Island.

Hannibal stood there amazed that no one willingly came over to him. 'Do they fear me?' and 'Do they hate me?' were the two thoughts he had in his mind as he saw everyone gather into their groups. He was actually fine if he ended up not working with anyone but himself. Unlike them he held no resentment toward them, he really didn't care. Most of them were Humans. However, within this mix were a couple of Minks and Fishman. The three major races within this strange world we live within. Usually, those three are the ones that didn't get along or despised each other. Racism running rampant within this world. Only the common enemy that was the Three Eye clan switched this racism toward just one set group. Hannibal would applaud the unison if it wasn't directed at him honestly.

They began to move out. Begrudgingly three Marines would join within the squad the Mink and Three eye Man. Most of the company would move in a straight line. A few groups in the front would be sent out to scout ahead. Only around ten would stay behind to watch the vessel they used to get here.

"So, seems we are the least liked." Hannibal would say to the Mink( Renero). He'd say this before he would start walking with the rest of the group. If the Mink walked at the same pace as Hannibal they could have a conversation whilst they walked. Hannibal didn't speak in a hushed tone he was somewhat yelling. With how the weather was if you tried to whisper you'd be drowned out by wild wind and beating rain.

Hannibal dressed somewhat appropriate for the weather today. He had on boats that would make their treck through the mudding camp and soon forest. His pants and trench coat were the only parts of his attire that matched the color of his boats. That color being black. His shirt, however, was a dark blue and on the back of his trench coat was the Marine insignia in white.

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"I count over sixty."

"Roger that. I'll have those stationed within the camp to make a move."

"Roger, Roger. "


This conversation would be between the enemies of the Marines that just arrived to this Island. They weren't Revoluanires. They weren't Pirates. Who they were and what they wanted would be let known when the time came. If the Marines would be able to even survive the ambush that was about to happen.

"No, some things never change. Regardless of the circumstances." Hannibal would say as he turned away. He didn't know his third eye was out and would close it. It was enough that his face was already being beaten by rain. No need to have all eyes to witness the weather. He was calm and relaxed. He wanted to save the lives that came here for and nothing else. He didn't care about the hate he was getting as that wasn't the reason he was brought into the Marines. He fought for the people. Even those that would spit on him. There though was an extent to his kindness. As he knew he couldn't save everyone within this world.

He would keep his head down from now on till everything calmed down. 'I got a bad feeling.' Hannibal would think to himself as he would keep moving forward. It wasn't the weather that started to get him on edge, part of it was what the Mink said. In a way, Hannibal felt they were going to be jinxed now. He hoped they could actually stop and wait out the weather, as it showed no sign of slowing down. Rather it picked up at an alarming pace. Hannibal was equipped to fight within this weather, but he didn't know if the others were.

Their movements would be made with the utmost care. Concealed by their environment. The Weather played the largest role in their concealment. Their stomping muffled from the rain, thunder, and wind. They kept a moderate distance, ten meters, from those walking in their line. Those they sent to scout ahead had already been neutralized. So there was no way to know of them being around. In total their number at this moment was half that of the Marines. Split up into four groups. Only one group wasn't concealed right now, as they moved to the back of the walking Marine force. They wanted to surround them. The buildings in this area were either one story or two stories. And they littered the path the Marines were taking right now. As the Marines were heading toward the forest and had to traverse through the camp to get there.


They would move toward the windows, and motion their guns either downward or at an angle. Whatever the position required for them to get a good shot. They would unleash a volley of bullets at the first half of the Marine forces. And words of them being under fire would quickly spread down to everyone within the group.

Not allowed to continue their journey the conflict that began within the camp would delay the Marines. The ambush claiming the lives of five and injuring ten. Return fire would be made to cover a retreat into other buildings, as being on this road left them open. And unknowing to them more forces were coming to this area. Things had heated up despite the weather and if the Marines weren't careful they could perish.


Hannibal would hear that and would motion for those around to go into the building to his right, the door was broken down and would be easy to enter. As he did that those from behind would be there. The enemy had made the road deadly. They would take aim at the mass of Marines and fire. Hannibal didn't really think at this moment, not that much. He would be pushed by a Marine. It could've come out of spit or terror, Hannibal didn't know. But it caused him only to be able to react in one way as a couple bullets collided and crack his body. There was no saving him from this push due to the position that he was in. And his body would fall forward into the muddy ground.

"COME ON MINK!" One Marine would call to the Mink before the bullets from behind would come. They wanted to use his size. And motioned for him to follow them to up the street a bit. He was free to do what he wanted. But, they would remember what he does. With how the groups were made those of importance was at the head of the group. And making sure their superior officers(except Hannibal) were fine from the ambush.

All Marines were under fire. Many had fallen from the initial assault but as a whole, they were able to recover and seek appropriate cover from the volleys. Their training came into play in this situation as they were told something like this would happen one day.

Hannibal would lay motionless, deep in thought. 'This is the second time I've been shot....But it doesn't hurt. I, however, was shocked that I was able to react as quickly as I did.' Hannibal would begin to move now, however just slightly. Lifting his head from the mud to look and see the enemy. They weren't out in the open for long as they fired, moving into cover in anticipation of return fire. He saw that also there was another Marine not that far away, squirming on the ground and crying out. This had to be his first time getting shot. The pain he was going through resonated with Hannibal, as he was once in that spot. From the sound of his cries, Hannibal could decipher the youth in his voice. He would begin to crawl over to the boy. Part of his face was covered in mud and he'd have to close one of his eyes and open his third. Hannibal could hear bullets wiz overheard, but he didn't stop. If they wanted to kill him really they would've aimed for his body. They were targeting those still up and able to put up a fight.

He'd reach over to the guy, and he would be full of life. Rising up and grabbing him he would rush to his left. Bullets now came his way, and the risk of getting his was high at this moment. But, he would have his outer areas that the bullets would collide with turned to ice. He had to keep a clear balance as he didn't want to freeze the person he was helping get to cover. They'd tumble into the building. "Okay, yo-"

Fear seemed to cover Man's face as he looked up to Hannibal. Seeing his third eye cause him to use what energy he had to frantically move backward. With their position, his motion backward cause him to place himself in the doorway opening. And bullets would pierce him in varies areas. Hannibal knew why the Boy moved away and he hated himself for it. He should've kept his third eye closed. If he did that maybe he wouldn't have been recognized. And then maybe the Boy wouldn't have died.



ooc: You can control some of the enemies coming at you.

It grew quite after some time, the occasional discharge could be heard. But, it wasn't as constant as before. The conflict, for the time being, had slowed. Hannibal at this moment was shocked but not frozen, he didn't enjoy seeing another die but he couldn't do anything now. They were beyond anything he could possibly do to save them. He would slowly get to his feet and rush over to the window, gazing out with caution. He would see that the muddy street they had walked had been littered with some bodies. And walking around them were those that attacked. Most if not all the Marines within the group had retreated upward, lost their lives, or where scattered alone or in small groups. The forces in the front that had attacked them had been taken care of, the Marines not the only ones losing help. Their position edge closer to the forest.

"Phase two, move to phase two." An Enemy would say as they stopped and pulled out a Den Den mushi. His position wasn't that far from Hannibals, so Hannibal could hear what he said clearly. This entire ordeal ran deeper than everyone thought. Something else was at play here and it could be deadly if not found out before too late.

Hannibal wouldn't leave his position, he didn't need to. He took count of how many were in the street now, the number is close to fifteen. That number had increased as more people began to come out of nowhere to join them. 'I can take them. But, I want to see them say something else.....spill some more information, that I don't have to force out of you.' Hannibal would think to himself.