Chapter 5: The art of NINJA
POV LUFFY ( PRESENT DAY)
OK I'm at the governor's manner and I have to say I'm disappointed, the security here is garbage, is this really a governor's manner, even gramps' cottage is more secure than this place.
I even used a vial of my grade A camo-gel for this and that stuff is hard to come by, I only have the ten vials gramps gave me 'now 9'
Every time I saw my clothes which had now turned completely black, everything, even my scarf, due to the nano machines in the gel I felt like crying.
To those of you who don't feel my pain let me enlighten you.
Camouflage-gel is not a gel per se but special type of nano-machines which repel all types of signals from sensors, do keep in mind that they are not universal, their efficiency rises with each grade (F-S with F as the worst and S being the best) and with mine being an A I think that gives me the right to grieve.
The reason why they are rare is because
What kind of Empire do you think sales tech that can help people steal from its own vaults, the dumbass one that's what, and I'm pleased to report the Grakkan Empire is not that type.
So camo-gel sales are regulated by the Empire and if it was not thanks to gramps I wouldn't have been able to get any, especially ones this effective.
There wasn't even an energy shield around the compound, and I know that those things can put a big dent on the energy bill, but how exactly do they think a giant wall is going to stop well equipped intruders.
"Well it's about time I get to it." 8 speak to no one as I begin stretching my muscles, for what I'm about to do can put a bit of strain on them.
I then hold out my hands to my back and then throw them to the front, instead of stopping at my arm length peak they continue to stretch till I get a hold of a few of the flag poles on the wall, next I proceed to take a few steps back increasing the length of my hands.
'I think that's taught enough, to get me over it' letting go of the force I was applying to my lower half so as to not fly off, I am launched upwards
'Just like a sling shot' you might be wondering how I can so that, well a few years ago I might have helped myself to a bit of fruit I found in a box in Shanks ship.
I was later told it's one of the few and very rare Ancient Lacrima, no two are ever alike, they grant one a type of genetic mutation, mine is that I can control the elasticity of my body, the only bad side is that all Lacrima-bound then receive an unnatural weaknesses to Oriculcum, being in its vicinity is enough to take 50% of our strength.
When I get over the wall I activate my rocket-boasters just enough to control where I land to remove any impact force, I don't want to warn the entire compound of my infiltration.
'Should really avoid the uses of these rockets, the emissions they give out are not under the nanites cover.
Taking a pair of glasses from my storage poach sitting on my belt on my back, they worked as sensors allowing me to see people who are even behind walls.
Making up my mind I decided to map out the entire compound, and if I'm lucky I might be able to find a bit of the governor's dirty secrets.
The grounds were poorly patrolled. The security was a joke written in steel walls and lazy guards
The Courtyard Fountain (Guards 1, 2, 3)
My sensors picked up a cluster of three guards taking an unauthorized break by the main courtyard fountain. One was telling a joke, the others laughing loudly.
'Amateurs.'
I approached from the shadows of a large oak tree. They were centered around a circular stone bench. I needed them down simultaneously and silently. I activated the suction tech in my boots, scaling the trunk of the oak in seconds and moving onto a high branch that overhung the fountain.
I wrapped my left arm around the branch above me, stretching it out until I was directly above the center guard. I let gravity take me. As I dropped, I extended both my legs straight down. My rubberized shins connected solidly with the back of the knees of the two outer guards, sending them face-first into the cold stone. Before the middle guard could process the noise, my descending fist met his jaw. Three down. Zero noise. I dragged them quickly behind some overgrown hedges and applied three shock pellets from my belt to keep them asleep.
The West Corridor Entrance (Guards 4, 5)
Running along a corridor I see the silhouette of a guard who is walking perpendicular to me and if we all continued like this we would collide at the corner.
When he entered the corridor I was in I stretched my hands and using him like I did the flag polls earlier, I launched forward while also simultaneously pulling him, his face and my knee met in the middle, knocking him out.
After hiding him, I immediately sensed his patrol partner just inside the guard barracks door, taking a swig from a canteen. The door was slightly ajar. I slipped through the gap like liquid, my body compressing until I was a flat silhouette against the frame.
The guard finally turned around. Before he could react snapped my arm outward, wrapping my rubberized forearm around his throat in a 'sleeper hold' while simultaneously using my other hand to muffle his gurgle. A moment later, he slumped.
The Main Stairwell (Guards 6, 7, 8)
I found myself at the grand main stairwell, which was guarded top and bottom. Standard procedure: two at the bottom landing, one at the top.
I crept along the ornate railing on the second floor, keeping to the inside wall where the light from the chandeliers didn't reach. The two guards below were discussing their shift change.
I needed to thin the herd silently. I stretched one arm down, 30 feet of elastic limb reaching the guard closest to the wall.
I didn't grab him; I just flicked him sharply on the ear, a painless but annoying thwack. He immediately turned to his partner, gesturing wildly, "Did you hear that? I swear something just hit me!"
"You're hearing things, Jerry, get a grip," the second guard sighed.
While they were distracted, I extended my other arm, pressing my fingers gently into the first guard's neck at a specific pressure point Gramps taught me. He went down instantly. The second guard finally looked up just as my fist, stretching like a sudden piston, impacted his solar plexus.
He doubled over, silent.
The guard at the top landing heard the heavy thuds and drew his sidearm. Bad move. I used my elastic limbs to slingshot myself vertically up the stairwell in a flash, tackling him backward through a large decorative vase. We landed on a plush Persian rug, the rug absorbing all impact noise. I used my augmented strength to snap his neck instantly.
I threw a disintegration disk on the corpse I just created, leaving no evidence, another regulated item my gramps gave me.
The Upper Corridor Network (Guards 9-15)
The upper levels were a maze of corridors. My glasses mapped out a steady patrol cycle: seven guards intersecting at different points every five minutes.
I moved along the ceiling like Spiderman, the suction cups on my gear making every movement precise.
I found a guard standing at a door like a silent sentry. I was now standing parallel to him but on the ceiling. I used that opportunity to snap his neck. (Guard 9)
Further down, I saw two guards standing opposite each other in a dimly lit hallway. Using the ceiling as cover, I stretched both my arms down simultaneously. I wrapped my left hand entirely around one guard's face as a makeshift gag, while my right hand delivered a sharp, focused jab to the other guard's temple. They both collapsed in sync. (Guards 10, 11)
I slipped into a utility closet to avoid a four-man patrol coming my way. I waited, body flattened against the back wall, almost two-dimensional. As the last guard passed the open door, I extended my leg and swept his ankles out from under him. He hit the marble floor hard, the noise luckily masked by the heavy footfalls of his three colleagues who kept marching. (Guard 12)
I emerged from the closet and chased down the trailing patrol. The three remaining guards entered a large private study room. I entered right behind them. The room was dark save for moonlight. They spread out, looking for the source of the noise they thought they heard earlier (me sweeping their partner). I stayed in the darkest corner. One by one, I used my stretchy arms to reach out of the darkness, grab a shoulder, and yank them backward into the shadows where a quick pressure-point strike rendered them unconscious. (Guards 13, 14, 15)
'15, now that's a lot, and the rest of their buddies don't even know that I'm here'
'Man, am I glad gramps forced me to train for any type of situation, but I will always be in favor of just plain old fist fighting with a few kicks mixed in.' throwing a disintegration disk on the corpse I entered the room, leaving a corpse that disintegrated leaving no evidence, another regulated item my gramps have me.
Seeing the way the room was decorated I realized that this was most probably the governor's office
Beep beep, the silent warning on my Detective glasses alerting me that there were people heading here.
I jumped onto the ceiling and used the suction tech in the boots and gloves to stay there.
Two men walked in dressed in ostentatious clothing, one was more modest than the other but I have a feeling it was due to his status not his choice.
"That bitch!" the more gaudy one shouted while he tossed a few of the goods in the room around.
"Who does she think she is telling me how to rule my people, just because she's the daughter of a Marquis, and that this colony falls under her father's domain, doesn't give her the right to order me around in my own colony"
'I'm pretty sure that does, and if who I think he's talking about is correct then even more so she's the daughter of his boss, has he been Governor so long he forgot this place ain't his'
"That is correct sir, you have been lord of this colony for more than 70 years you shouldn't be treated like this" Okey I'm guessing the other one is the Governor's assistant.
'Dude shouldn't you be giving him more sound advice than what you are currently doing'
And it seems the assistant had more news but had no idea of how to branch the subject " And sir not to add to your already heavy troubles but it seems the young master has gotten into a bit of trouble"
"What did that useless waste of sperm do now"
"He lost 15 guards, kidnapped a commoner in front of the populace, while Lady Serena is on board, and if she is yet to talk to you about this then I think she has just been busy because the whole colony is talking about this."
Ahhhhhh screaming again he toppled the desk
"Get him here now!!,"
With that the assistant was out
"It's good, it's good if I kill all witnesses and the victim, I won't be fired due to negligence of duty if they have no proof, my word against that of those filthy commoners."
'This is my chance to get out, I should head for the grounds, my first mate is waiting' I then hit the Governor with a shock pellet, and should knock him out for a few seconds, he'll wake up before his body falls.
I leave in that timeline, and he won't even know what happened, and the shock pellet hovered back to my hand.
The governor's compound had a training field, that had not seen its intended use for about three days now, At its center were High UV-lamps, plus heaters forcing artificial ultraviolet-rays, heat rays to beat down with a punishing, orange glare on the figure who was forced to remain standing there in cuffs.
In the center of that heat stood the person I now know to be Zoran.
Her jade-green hair was matted with sweat and dust. Heavy magnetic shackles bound her wrists to a central pylon, and her bare feet were dug into the hot grit of the courtyard.
It was her third day without food or water, while it seemed that she could last longer under normal conditions, these conditions were extreme. Her lips were cracked, and her head hung low, but the defiant set of her shoulders hadn't budged an inch, even more so since her guest arrived.
"Why do you still resist?" the governor's son spoke while he caressed her cheek
'Is here suicidal or an idiot, how can he not feel or even see the large amount ls of killing intent she's radiating'
"Just give in and all this suffering will end" he continued with the persuasion but when he saw that he wasn't getting a response he flipped out.
"You stupid BITCH" he shouted while slapping her face.
'Oh he's dead' the killing intent in the field now was all encompassing.
'How much does have to hate someone to radiate that kind of killing intent'
The assistant finally arrived with a huff, must have ran the whole way here,
'and I still beat him here'
You asking where I was this whole time?
Well I was there the whole time, just suppressing my presence to the point that the untrained mind refused to acknowledge me in its presence.
"You can come out now, they are gone" her words brought me out of my train of thoughts.