A Just Measure (One Piece x Mass Effect)

[Vagabond]

Commissioned by Mace Sheperd

A Just Measure
Chapter 1

-VB-

Commander Oseup Mandalin
Aboard CNS Today's Justice
AR 2111.11.13

Oseup took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

Sitting by himself aboard his one and only ship, he felt … conflicted.

On one hand, it was an honor to serve aboard a Confederate Navy vessel. On the other hand, he was serving aboard a small corvette on the edge of the confederate space while looking out for pirates, smugglers, and their ilk while knowing that his little corner of confederate space was known for its lack of interesting things.

Shanxi System sat at the literal edge of known space, and while there was a relay here that led out of the system and into the unknown, that relay was being jealously guarded by half a dozen destroyers and a cruiser. Meaning, nothing was getting through to explore the other side of that relay without permission from the Blue Planet Confederate central government, and the BPC jealously guarded one of the few privileges they had.

He knew that there was some sort of a scientific and explorative expedition being put together, but he didn't have a part in it. Only the best and the brightest across the confederacy had a chance to submit their applications. Acceptance? You better be related to some admiral, be a famous professor, or something.

Which meant that he, Oseup Mandalin from some bumfuck nowhere world who joined the navy to climb his way out of poverty, was not getting a chance at being in the expedition.

Now, while the relay was exciting, the rest of the Shanxi System wasn't.

Shanxi System had exactly eight main celestial bodies, thirty natural satellites, and one asteroid ring. Of those thirty-nine celestial objects, only three were interesting: one for being habitable and the other two for their mineral contents, Element Zero specifically speaking.

He yawned, making his fishman mouth and gills widen as he sucked in a lot of air. A bit of tears built up in his eyes and he sighed.

He wanted to be in water to freshen up his shark scales, but that wasn't possible aboard a spaceship. He just had to deal with his lot in life.

At least, he wasn't poor anymore, and his posting could be so much worse.

He shuddered.

The Confederate Navy had dominion over the very oceans that they originated from, the very oceans that were crawling with Sea Kings and other monsters of the deep. Even now, thousands of years since the founding of the confederation after the Revolution, the navy took its jobs to deal with the Sea Kings very seriously.

There were plenty of unfortunate sons of bitches - and bitches - who ended up stationed aboard ships that had to fly a little bit too close to Sea King territories. It wasn't odd to hear about someone who died to Sea Kings every year.

So, yeah, he wasn't posted there, got plenty of food to keep up with his big fishman body, and got paid well.

It could be so much worse.

… But it didn't change the fact that the Shanxi System was boring.

There was one plenty that was habitable, yes, but that planet was a mostly arid world with nothing going for it. Sure, it was habitable, but it was a dry and dusty world that needed a constant delivery of water from the local ice belts. There were quite a few fishmen who lived down there, though they stuck around the one ocean that was on the planet.

He didn't understand why any fishman would want to colonize a dustball, but then again, he wasn't one of the dumb fuckers. Maybe they got swindled by some colonization corporations. He knew it happened. They got promised one thing and got sent elsewhere because they didn't take care to read their contract.

Sad shit, but the confederate government couldn't intervene in member states' policies and laws.

Speaking of which, Shanxi was one of the few colonies that was still within confederate jurisdiction, mostly because its population hadn't decided to join any specific member state or choose to become a member state.

That meant that, for the foreseeable future, he and other sailors and soldiers of the confederate navy would be patrolling this boring ass system.

Ugh.

So boring.

Oh, well, at the very least, it was time for him and his crew to return to Shanxi for shore leave.

-VB-

Regos (Captain/Colonel) Gillius Gruminos
Aboard HFS Unsung Dawn
CC 2157.05.08

Gillius took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He felt bored. Here he was, having climbed up the ranks of the Hierarchy's military to the rank of Regos, and because he mouthed off a colonel, he had been reassigned to this border frontier leading to nowhere to watch over Relay 314 that he knew the Citadel Council would never open.

And because he was also here with his cruiser HFS Unsung Dawn and five escort frigates, no pirate was going to be able to open it either.

So here he was.

Stuck.

Bored.

And probably not due for any promotion for the next decade.

… Should he retire? Life in the military suited him, but he wasn't one to keep taking shit from his superiors. If they didn't want him, then he could retire without a problem. It wasn't as if he wouldn't be receiving a good pension for the work he did so far. Besides, his family had a farm in one of the safer colonies. If he brought some more money over, then they could grow that farm into something bigger.

He raised his left hand and picked at his mandible's carapace. It was a childhood habit that never went away, and because of that, he had a scarred left mandible carapace. It made him look rougher than he actually was.

Hell, despite being a soldier, he only got into two handfuls of fistfights (outside of the ring) over the last two decades of his service!

But it made him look dashing for the ladies, so he wasn't going to go out and correct that misunderstanding.

Besides, ladies loved it when a rough man had a soft side.

"Regos?"

He blinked and looked up from where he had been looking through cute chalcha photos. "Yes?" he asked the ensign who'd just walked in. If he remembered this man's title… he was the sensor officer, wasn't he?

"I-I detected something on our sensor, sir, but I couldn't believe it so -."

"Get to the point, grogin (ensign)," he sighed.

"S-Sir. I checked three times, and the eezo power build up in the Relay 314 quadrant hasn't gone down, sir."

He froze.

What?

"Report number?"

"Gn-559-Yr, sir."

He quickly looked it up on his officer cabin's computer. He scrolled down from Tn and Ri to Gn and Vr. There, he found the report.

He quickly read through it.

And his eyes widened.

He pulled the regos's officer coat from his chair. "Sound the alarms. Someone is trying to open the fucking relay!"

The ensign froze stiff before he rushed off.

He connected his omnitool to the ship's intercom and made his call.

"Code Grey! I repeat code grey! We have a potential inactive relay activation! All crew to their stations. This is not a drill! All crew to their stations, this is not a drill!"

He ran out of his cabin and out into the halls along with the rest of the crew who'd been relaxing.

When he got to the bridge, his soldiers immediately snapped to attention and he had to quickly order them to get back to their work at hand. He sat down as he clasped the last button of his uniform and looked at the holographic map of the still unnamed solar system.

"Status!"

"Relay is still powering up, regos," the sensor officer from before reported from his station. His claws flew across the holographic screen in front of him as he took in data after data. "It'll reach the unlock stage in just under half an hour!"

"Damn," he muttered. "Can you see if there are any ships on this side?"

"Negative, regos. The only ships that are in the system are our task unit, sir!"

Which meant that someone was opening the relay from the other side.

A complete unexplored side of the relay network.

Drats.

"I want to send a message to the Palavan Command! How soon can we get … HFS Regal Talon up to the task?" he asked after he opened a channel to the rest of the hierarchy ships in the system.

Because of how isolated this system was from Hierarchy's interstellar comm network, the Bronze Ring, getting any message out meant that someone needed to get to a system with one of the comm buoys set up to contact the high command.

The gnoris (commander/major) of Regal Talon was quick to speak up.

"I am ready to jump through Relay 313 to send the message out."

"Then do so."

Less than three minutes after his command, Regal Talon was racing toward the relay on the other side of the system.

This left Gilius with just his cruiser and four escort frigates to deal with whatever was coming through.

"Eager Truvius, Grand Marine, Flowing Nila, and Second Wind, all form up on me," he spoke. "And whatever happens, do not fire unless fired upon first or ordered to do so."

The four escort frigates formed around him in a ring.

"We are jumping in 10!" the FTL officer shouted.

And on zero, they jumped forward together as one.

---

When they came out on the other side of the jump, they found themselves looking at a small flotilla of ships and a deactivated mass relay.

They saw plenty of ships, ranging from ugly and large cruiser-sized ones to sleeker and less armored corvette-sized ships. There were roughly fifteen ships in total.

Gilius wasn't sure how to analyze the flotilla in front of his task element now. A pair of cruisers were of the same make and model, five destroyers were of the same make and model, a pair of frigates were also of the same make and model.

The other six ships were of vastly different shapes and sizes. Where the previously paired and similarly made ships were all blocky with many gun turrets, these smaller ships - the largest of which was a frigate - were all vastly different in appearance. The frigate in question almost looked like a sailing ship found on any pre-space age civilization. It even had sails, though it was made out of hexagonal solar panels. A smaller ship had a similar hull shape but had four pairs of sails… on the side. Another ship was a brick with thrusters. The funniest looking one was definitely some kind of an animal-shaped ship.

It didn't … look like a hostile scouting force.

And this definitely felt like an exploration force.

A First Contact scenario…!

"Esgos (lieutenant), initiate the First Contact protocol."

His words snapped the bridge of its daze and his officers quickly went to work.

Then one of the ships within the alien fleet broke off and sped deeper into the system.

"Flowing Nila, get in front of that ship and stop it from leaving!" he barked out.

One of the escort frigates quickly broke off to carry out his orders. The frigate flew forward faster than the alien ship and quickly got in front of it, bringing that ship to a stop.

"Anything, esgos?!" he barked at the comms officer.

"I've opened all channels, sir! We're transmitting the First Contact package, but we're not getting anything back in return!"

"Regos, this alien is trying to circumvent us!" the gnoris (major/commander) of Flowing Nila chimed in.

"Fire off a warning shot," he grunted.

The Flowing Nila did.

And that's when everything went wrong.

The ship swerved to the exact side that the Flowing Nila had fired off a round with its weaker gun turrets and not the spinal mount cannon. In doing so, they ran directly into the warning shot.

The attack cored the much smaller ship from stern to aft on the spot. Fire broke out.

And Gilius watched in horror as the ship detonated.

"ALIEN SHIPS ARE POWERING WEAPONS!" the sensor officer shouted from the front.

"Shields up!" he shouted. "Get us out of here!"

And the cruisers opened fire.

And Gilius's eyes widened when a red laser, thicker than a construction steel beam, slammed into Second Wind. The laser burned through one of the wings of the frigate, but the frigate hung on to life.

Laser.

Shit.

"Ready the cannon!" he shouted as he took aim with his ship. He couldn't afford to outright destroy these alien vessels lest the situation grew even worse than before. But shoot to disable? He could do that.

At the same time, he saw the gate activating.

The aliens were trying to flee. Their smaller ships were moving behind the cruisers and destroyers while they fired upon Gilius's ships.

"Ready!" the fire officer shouted.

"Ready!" engineering confirmed.

He fired.

The tungsten round shot from the rear of his cruiser, traveled along the length of the spinal mount barrel, and blitzed into space. It struck something like a kinetic shield surrounding the alien cruiser, punched through it, and slammed into the armored hull.

Something exploded. Not the entire ship but something aboard.

They fired again, and the laser struck his ship, Unsung Dawn, instead of any of the escort frigates.

The ship shook like there was a Po-Scale 7 earthquake.

"Damage report!" he demanded as he got ready again. The mass effect engine needed time to spool up.

"Starboard level 1b through 5c are all gone!"

"Incoming!"

Another laser burned into Unsung Dawn.

"Levels 1a through 4d are gone! Port-side thrusters are all damaged!"

"Operational?!"

"Negative, regos!"

By this time, everyone was slinging kinetic rounds and lasers. Flowing Nila took a coring laser shot from one of the destroyers, and detonated from within, all hands on deck dead with no chance to escape. Grand Marine was reporting heavy damage while the other two were reporting no damages yet.

Then the relay activated, taking all of the smaller eclectic ships and half of the obviously military vessels.

Engineering and fire gave the green light again.

He hesitated.

For a single second, he hesitated.

But then he saw that the alien cruisers, both of which were left behind along with three destroyers and one frigate, and saw how they weren't stopping their fire despite what was possibly civilians no longer in the way.

He clicked.

A second tungsten round left Unsung Dawn's spinal cannon, and punched into the same cruiser's shield and armor.

The ship's lights started to go out and it began to lose its heading.

Then he saw it before his officer could report it.

A beam of red laser.

Aimed straight at his bridge.

"D-!"

Everything burned for a split second.

And nothing.

-VB-

Commander Oseup Mandalin
Shanxi
AR 2111.11.16

"What?"

General Charles Williams grunted from his hologram. "You are not hearing things wrong, commander," he stated as he pointed to the images on screen. "Two days ago, Exploration Expedition 19 went through the Shanxi rimward relay and encountered a hostile alien species. At first, there was an attempt to communicate, but before any communication could be achieved, one of the civilian ships tried to go around the stand off. It was intercepted by one of the alien frigates, and when the civilian ship, despite orders from Admiral Enni Rantam to stop, tried again, it was shot down. This sparked the battle, and the expedition retreated with the loss of one cruiser and one destroyer. In return, we destroyed their cruiser and two of their frigates before they escaped."

Oseup slowly sat back down as he watched the event play out on the video captured by one of the ships of the expedition. The enemy frigates were quick to fly around and fire on their ships with turrets but the enemy cruisers stayed in place, only swerving side to side to dodge. And why it had done so was clear.

It fired off a massive kinetic round and punched through BCS Maria Greuschugen's energy shield.

'That's a pretty powerful cannon. But why is the cruiser moving so -?' His eyes widened. "General, is that cruiser's main cannon a spinal mount?"

The general glanced at him and nodded. "It is as you noticed, Commander Mandalin. The alien cruiser had a spinal cannon. It is powerful enough to punch through the shield in one-go. This is a strategic problem for us because all of our naval ships and their shields are geared towards deflecting and absorbing lasers as lasers are the mainstay naval weapons for the vast majority of provincial navies, private, commercial, and pirate ships use. But our armors can hold against their attacks. If it wasn't for the second hit striking the main fusion engine directly, then Greuschugen would have made it out of the system." He took a deep breath in. "We have sent word for reinforcement to the homeworld. All we can do right now is to hold the line and wait."

Then rapid bangs in the meeting room rang out as someone pounded on the meeting room doors. There was also a sound of scuffles outside. "General! I have urgent news!" someone shouted.

"In, now!" the general's hologram demanded.

A lieutenant stumbled in before quickly standing at attention and saluting. "General! News from deep space telescopes and gravitic sensors! We have incoming from the rimward relay! There's at least two dreadnoughts, four battleships, twenty cruisers, twenty frigates, and more than a hundred transports!"

The tension in the room skyrocketed.

That was ten times what was defending the entire system. They didn't even have a battleship.

"Commander Mandalin," the general spoke up.

He quickly stood up. "Yes, general."

"You, as the highest ranked naval officer in the system, will take all of our ships… and flee."

"Sir?!"

"I will not let you lose those ships when they could be of help to our navy in future engagements. It is clear that our ships are capable of matching theirs. Which means every single one of those ships are valuable! Thus heroically losing yourselves and those ships against an overwhelming number of enemies where you achieve little is not allowed. That is an order. I expect you to carry it out in letter and spirit."

Oseup's mouth opened and closed before he finally responded. "Yes… general."

"Good," he said before he turned to the other officers inside the meeting. "Prepare for the worst possible scenario. I want all of our bunkers stocked up, nuclear warheads ready, and all of the elites ready to pounce on their ground command center. Dismissed!" Then his hologram went out.

Fishmen, humans, and others - but all in their uniforms proudly displaying the flag of the Blue Planet Confederacy and the Blue Confederate Navy - all stood up and saluted.

---

Oseup was back aboard Today's Justice along with his officers, crew, and what few people who were willing to board naval ships to flee the battle.

Because everyone who could and would run was getting on any kind of ship to flee the planet.

But with just twenty ships in system at any given time, there were just simply not enough of them to lift every single civilian.

Instead, only a tenth of the civilians were being taken with them, leaving the rest to fight and survive against the coming onslaught.

And though he wanted to take his place in orbit, he had his orders.

All twenty ships - both of civilian and military ownership - all jumped out from the planet's orbit just as the alien fleet jumped into the range of Shanxi's orbital defenses.

-VB-

General Charles Williams
Shanxi

He watched from where he and his special troops hid.

He watched as the meager number of anti-orbital cannons pointed up and fired upon the now orbiting alien ships.

"Lasers are the most effective, general," a colonel reported from within the underground bunker. Charles couldn't fit in there, which was why he was up here on the surface, itching to jump the aliens the moment they landed.

"Against their small shuttles, too?"

"It seems that way, sir. All of their ships seemed to be geared towards kinetic and missile engagements."

He grunted. Well, there went his plan to throw rocks at their shuttles. Actually, he'll throw it anyway to see if speed mattered.

But he did have a backup for that plan.

"Continue to shoot at their capital ships," he ordered over the radio. "But ignore the shuttles unless they move towards our inner defensive perimeter."

"Yes, general."

Now, the alien shuttles and transports streamed down toward them, and looked to be landing nearby the capital city.

"Fools. Landing your troops so close to the city when they don't know what defenses and defensive technology we might have?"

More importantly, the shorter distance between their camp and the city meant that the few elite fighters Charles had under his command would be able to cross the distance before anyone thought to fire on them pre-emptively.

And as they landed, he had to keep his hand up to hold his people.

Hold.

Two dozen shuttles and one of the capital ship transports landed.

Hold.

Close to a hundred shuttles had landed, disgorged their cargos of soldiers, armored vehicles, and supplies, and took off. Two capital ships had now landed and were still pushing out their contents. Actually, no, only one of them was doing that. The other hadn't put their ramp down.

Why wasn't it doing that?

HOLD.

Then one of the transport ships began to take off.

Fuck it. It was now or never.

"Now!" he roared as he rushed out from behind the hill. 'Armament Haki!'

---

Regos Baellos H'radrusak reacted immediately from aboard the HFS Nadal's Embrace, which was leaving the ground to go back to orbit.

He whirled around when his ship's sensors blared at a sudden thermal flare-up..

And he nearly stumbled back at what was heading toward him.

A fucking giant had jumped out of the tall and dense forests surrounding the clearing. Its skin was quickly changing from dry sand and muddy color (no, that was actual mud sliding down the giant's body) to … shiny black?

And it had a giant rock in its hands.

The giant reared its arm back as it got into a throwing stance.

"EVADE!" he roared. But nothing happened. He looked at the pilot.

The pilot… hadn't seen the giant. And then he did.

But it was too late.

Baellos overrode pilot's maneuvering controls -.

But he saw the giant boulder rushing at his ship from the periphery of his eyes.

And he realized in that moment that the no rock thrown would trigger the passive speed threshold of the kinetic barriers.

So he overrode the passive shield from his command console.

The kinetic barriers flared and then the rock crashed into it.

The ship rumbled and shook, and he felt gravity reasserting itself in how his stomach dropped.

But the kinetic barrier held!

Then he saw something he couldn't comprehend.

The now glossy black skinned giant had uprooted one of the giant trees… and swung it down at the ship.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" he shouted.

And then the tree trunk struck the barrier like the creator god's own smithing hammer.

The barrier shattered and then the trunk struck the thinly armored hull.

He heard metal squealing and breaking. He heard screams as the ship went down. Through the bridge's windows, he saw the ground approaching too quickly.

Shit shit shit -!

And then the ship crashed.

---

Charles grunted as one of the transport ships went down but the other got away because his son missed his rock throw and decided that throwing a tree was better than using the tree to pin the ship down.

And missed.

He told James that his aim was bad but the boy never practiced!

And the metal birds - because that's what the aliens looked like - were shooting at him with their guns. He could feel it piercing through his Armament Haki, but it was like getting poked by a hair. Annoying and not dangerous.

Hell, he wasn't even bleeding!

"What kind of puny guns do you little birds carry, hah?!" he laughed as he jumped into the fight with nothing but his hands.

And while all of the metal birdies were focused on him, his small troops - the regular sized ones - fired on the aliens from their hidden positions.

---

"What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck -?!" Gno'iis (private) Mex stuttered out as he rolled out of the way like his training taught him.

And his training just saved his ass.

The tank he was using for cover squealed and crashed as something giant stepped on it and cast a shadow over … a lot of them. Mex looked up and saw the giant - living giant! - that he and everyone else had been shooting at while their smaller guys in the forest were shooting at them.

'Oh, well, why aren't you shooting at the shooters, Mex?'

Because there was a giant in front of their faces tearing all of their armored and shuttles apart with its bare hands!

And the goddamn aliens were shooting lasers at him!

The thing had to be … at least two hundred narins* tall.

Oh spirits. How were there living things that big?!

And then he saw something in the periphery of his vision. He looked and realized that the giant's soldiers - the regular sized aliens - were on the ground.

'There's at least four species,' he realized as he looked at what looked like an aquatic species, the giant itself, a hairless tumak**, and a lanky thing with long legs that looked like the hairless tumak but twice as tall.

The Hierarchy hadn't just come to subjugate a single species but a federation of species!

And Mex knew enough about Citadel laws to realize that the Hierarchy … might have fucked up.

Royally fucked up.

One of the long legged ones saw him… and then disappeared?!

Suddenly, it was in front of his face with its gun pointed at his face.

He immediately raised his arms up.

And for a moment, a blissful moment, nothing happened.

It stared at him.

He stared at it.

It barked something at him loudly, and not wanting to piss off the thing who was twice as tall as he was and could apparently move fast enough to cover a hundred narins in under two seconds, he slowly set his gun down and then kept his hands up.

It blinked.

A few other soldiers came to support the long leg one, and one of them cuffed his wrists.

And then dragged him away.

And as they dragged him away, he saw what had happened to the ground invasion force.

One of the capital-grade transport ships had been ground with its back broken, shuttles that weren't already in the air were all smoking and destroyed with what looked like molten holes all along their hulls, and most of the soldiers that hadn't immediately died to the laser barrages were now surrendering.

Mex … relaxed.

He wasn't going to die to absurdities today.

That's good.

… Yeah, that's good. Not dying on some barbarian backwater colony was good.

-VB-

Kringal (Admiral) Dakkan Edruius
HFS Might of Palavan

"What?" Dakkan uttered out in utter shock, breaking his own discipline.

"The ground assault failed," Shagin (General) Tsirius hissed. "They have biological weapons. Living giants that were taller than my transport ship was long!"

Dakkan leaned back into his seat.

As much as he wanted to call Tsirius a coward for leaving his men, if there truly were biological weapons that were … ship-sized, then he did the right thing to save the troops that were still on his transport ship.

"Do you have footage?" he asked.

"Of course, I do! No one will ever believe us otherwise!"

When he received the footage, he reviewed it immediately.

And he felt his stomach turn and sink.

While Tsirius had focused on the giant, Dakkan saw something much more important: a diverse set of races, laser infantry small arms, and the giant's ability to ignore mass effect small arms after turning black.

It wasn't just at the periphery of the largest city that their assault had been turned aside.

Other assaults, especially those sent to put down the anti-orbital guns, have also failed. All of those assaults all reported the same thing as well: soldiers capable of turning their skin black to fight against mass effect weapons. Unlike the giant, however, the "regular" sized soldiers capable of doing that didn't survive long if they charged head-first into a barrage.

Whatever these races had, it was obvious to Dakkan that this small fleet that the Hierarchy had sent would not be enough to subjugate them, especially if this was nothing more than a backwater planet (which was almost certain considering that there was almost no heavy industry centers observed from orbit).

"Kringal!" the sensor officer shouted. "We have emergences from the other mass relay!"

"Has the Talon Fleet engaged the enemy?"

"Negative, kringal. Talon is pulling back. Their commanding kringal states that the enemy fleet is too big."

"I want numbers, esgos!"

It was obvious to him that this attempt at subjugating a new species was not only a failure… but something that will become a diplomatic crisis, especially since this was not a single race but an alliance of races.

They may have just encountered an interstellar alliance just like the Citadel Council, and that was bad news for them all.

"Instruct Talon kringal to join back with Maw Fleet," he ordered. "We're pulling out of this system and waiting for further instruction. It's clear that we are not prepared."

All of the officers on the bridge looked up at him in shock.

He didn't defend himself, even if the act of pulling out without giving a proper fight might get him in hot trouble.

No, his job was keeping his men alive. The mission to subjugate came after that in his list of priorities.

"Move!"

-VB-

A/N: *made up turian measuring unit for length. 1 meter = 4.42 narins = 3.28 feet
Charles Williams, a descendent of the ancient giants, is roughly 50 meters tall, or 221 narins, or 164 feet.
**tumak = a made up monkey-like creature found in one of Hierarchy's colonies.

 

[Komodo!]

Looks interesting. Can't wait for diplomacy.

 

[Vanbers]

Even now, thousands of years since the founding of the confederation after the Revolution, the navy took its jobs to deal with the Sea Kings very seriously.

Click to shrink...

They're descended from the Revolution against the World Nobles, it seems.

Which means there will be "interesting" interactions when they meet the Not!Celestial Dragons, the Batarians.

 

[Hephaestus]

This is a new one on me but i am looking forward to it

 

[metordragon]

One piece level showing the rest of the galaxy what new levels of man mode are let alone what shonen means....this is going to get interesting let alone the world building and far more detailed develop as the stories alone would fuel changes.

 

[No.Rest]

Interesting combination, One piece and Mass Effect.

 

[Sliverhero]

It be interesting as Brook maybe still alive.

 

[phos]

The technology in One Piece is ridiculously advanced in the original work, but considering the time skip between the original work and its story, the Citadel and the Reapers don't stand a real chance.

 

[phos]

An interesting idea would be for them to simply declare total war against the Batarians because they are slaveholders, and simply tell the council to fuck off and get out of the way.

 

[Sliverhero]

There is going to be a surprise for the turians once they see Devil fruits users.

 

[Heavenly Mark]

Interesting

 

[Heavenly Mark]

Interesting

 

[Greatazuredragon]

Very intetesting idea.
Solid start.

 

[AAAustinYu]

I want to see the Council react to the Light Logia users obliterating their fleets

 

[ShapeOfFire]

Did this whole debacle happen because One Piece long range communication is still based on psychic snails and as such, is completely incompatible with Citadel races more conventional methods?

 

[Batv]

Spoiler

that was a good chapter

 

[Vagabond]

Commissioned by Mace Shepherd

A Just Measure
Chapter 2

-VB-

General Charles William
Shanxi
AR 2111.11.18

The battle lasted a single day, and to his surprise, the aliens hadn't been … harsh.

Sure, they were still invaders, but they didn't behave horribly.

He knew pirates who'd done worse.

It made this easier.

Taking care of the prisoners, that was. That and interrogation.

"Are the translators working yet?" he asked the lead scientist and linguist currently in his office. His real office, not the digital office he used to talk to soldiers on the base or politicians.

After beating them on the ground two days ago, which was also when the reinforcement from nearby systems came in droves to scare the aliens out of the Shanxi System, everyone's been working pretty hard.

Laborers helped set up the prison camp.

Mechanics performed repairs on the city.

Military engineers pulled part alien tech.

Soldiers kept watch over the prisoners and helped the mechanics and engineers pull the alien tech apart.

Civilians helped remove rubbles.

Everyone was busy.

The tiny humans looked up at him.

"Yes, general. We have the initial version of it that we believe can be used for translation," the linguist replied. "Unfortunately, it seems that we are missing a lot of context for their languages, so it won't be accurate, merely understandable."

Charles hummed. "That is good enough for me and my soldiers. If you can, then keep improving it. Otherwise, you can wash your hands of the project. But do hand over some copies to my soldiers, please. We are trying to get information out of the aliens because the top brass wants information, but that's kind of hard when we can't even talk to them."

"Understood. Do you know how the software teams are doing?"

He snorted. "Worse off than you lot. At the very least, you guys are all doing well enough to produce something. The software guys? They just found out that the aliens run their software and hardware on nearly incompatible and unknown causes. Who would have thought, right?"

They chuckled before they left the room.

With a sigh, he pulled out a den-den mushi, the snail that let him communicate across vast distances. There were better machines out there for communication, of course, but this one was a special one.

Not only was it (somehow) capable of FTL communication, it was also linked directly to high command back at the home world.

The only problem for Charles was the fact that despite literal thousands of years that these things have been around, none of them ever got big enough for a giant to use it comfortably, never mind those with ancient giant lineage like himself. So he did the next best thing.

Pressing a button on his four story high desk, he booted up a robot to make the call for him.

The robot, a spindly humanoid thing, pushed itself out of its casket, walked over to where the den den mushi was and picked it up to make the call. Once it did, the robot carried it over to a stereo system where it would be safe from the loud volumes the system would be making so that it would be easier for him to hear.

"General Williams," the speaker rang out with the voice of the President of the Blue Planet Confederacy, Madam Strawberry Nixon.

Her alluring voice was the same as ever. It was still unbelievable to Charles that the popular seahorse mermaid idol ended up becoming the president of the BPC. But then again, better her than anyone else that had been running for the presidency at the time. He could still imagine how she looked when he first met her for some of his proposals. Gods, she was … beautiful. He didn't need to be a fishmen or mermaid to appreciate that kind of beauty.

"I'm just calling to report to you that my boys and girls managed to get their hands on a rudimentary translator. Interrogation will begin now, but I don't expect to get anything except the most basic information for some time."

"I see," she hummed. "And their computers?"

"Runs on a completely different programming language on top of a different coding philosophy, ma'am. If getting a proper translation is hard, then getting access to their computers without their cooperation would be even harder especially since we have no basis for it and no one that can help us."

"I see. Understood. Try to get it when you can. If you can't, then focus on the regular methods of information acquisition."

"Yes, madam president."

"Good. Now, tell me how you feel about our current situation."

"Yes, ma'am. As I've reported before, the alien's ground forces are no match for ours if we do the proper thing and integrate all skill levels of our force evenly across each battle group."

"Like you have been advocating."

"Yes, madam. And we now have proof of it."

"Hmm, continue."

"While our ground force can and will overcome anything they throw at us, the same cannot be said of our space force."

"The navy."

"Yes, madam. The enemy's naval assets are, frankly speaking, far more advanced than ours in specific fields: kinetic barriers, armor, and design. Their spinal cannons, in particular, can take down our energy barriers that can withstand hours of concentrated laser fire. On the other hand, they cannot withstand laser barrage for long. However, due to the short to medium range of our lasers compared to their long range kinetic spinal cannons and higher speed, we are at a critical disadvantage. We can try to close distance but they are faster than us. That is the report I have received from my people."

"Do we have any other advantage?"

"We do. We have access to a civilian model electronic we found on the enemy's transport ship. On it, we found a map of the enemy's star network."

"Oh?"

"Yes, madam. Our advantage is that we seem to possess significantly more stars and colonies than they do."

The president sighed. "That is not an advantage, general."

"No, madam, not on the surface."

"On the surface?"

"It can be used during negotiations to make the enemy believe that we are far larger - and capable of bringing that might around - to fight them if need be. It is one thing to fight an equal, madam president, but it is something else entirely when they see that we are much larger than them."

He heard her hum.

"How much larger is the confederacy compared to them?"

"It seems that they only use the mass effect relays."

A pause.

"Ridiculous. That would mean -!"

"They are limited to worlds on and close to the relay network, yes, ma'am."

"And relay network systems only make up five percent of our total…" she muttered. "Are you suggesting that we may be as big as twenty times their size?!"

"Twenty times would be pushing it, madam. But ten times? Even five times? Very much so."

And that held meaning.

Even with only twenty percent of all colonies offering their support for the war effort, they would easily match these aliens in manpower and industrial might.

"You realize that this changes the calculus of war quite a bit."

"I do."

"Yet you did not send this information ahead."

"It is a map we cannot read, madam. We see the stars and colonies but not what the words indicating those stars and colonies are. For all we know, the map doesn't include any colony and space station that does not reach a certain threshold. I thought it prudent that I keep the information for now until I could verify it."

"And with the new translator?"

"We will begin the verification."

"... Good. I want you to focus on that, general."

"Of course, madam president. Is there anything else I can answer?"

A pause. "No, not for now. But you've given me enough to think about. Good day and good luck, General Williams." Another pause. "Oh, but before I go. The federal government is sending an ambassador just in case they reach out for peace."

"...

-VB-

Kringal (Admiral) Dakkan Edruius
HFS Might of Palavan
NX-0254C System, the other side of Shanxi-Theta Relay
CC 2157.05.14

Ever since their retreat from the alien "Shanxi" system, he and his fleet continued to hold their position in the NX-0254C System while waiting for reinforcement and sending what knew information they obtained about the enemy aliens.

Including from the wrecked salvage and survivors of the first clash right here in this system.

It was to his shock and dismay that he learned exactly what happened once they managed to build a translator.

For one, he wasn't up against a single race but a coalition of them… that apparently originated from a single world.

Two, he wasn't up against a race new to the scene but one that has been around for as long as some of the associate races of the Citadel Council. In fact, they have been in space for about as long as the Turians have been part of the Citadel Council if the interviews with the civilians were to be believed.

Which led to the real problem at hand.

Shooting a civilian ship was what led to the battles.

Because said civilian ship made a stupid move, which most of the survivors of the first battle agreed was a stupid move.

In fact, more than a few were very furious with their own people for making such a stupid move and began apologizing, though they were very few in number. Most were still angry with them.

Which led to the second problem at hand.

The coalition of these races weren't divided along racial lines but along political lines. According to "Doctor Samuel Carter," one of the alien survivors he and the rest of the Turian hierarchy managed to save via saving escape pods, the "Blue Planet Confederacy" was a legitimate confederate government where each planet and system was a member of the government and there were no racial representation in the federal government. Each planet acted like their own… nation-state, almost. The only things they gave up to the federal government was

It sounded like how Turians were like before the Unification War.

Which led to the third problem.

Shanxi, the planet they attacked, wasn't even a particularly well defended world; it was considered a "rimworld," a barely accepted member of the confederation which just got out of the initial colonization period.

There was a beep on the door.

"Come in."

An officer walked in. "Kringal (Admiral), we've detected mass relay activation from the Beta relay. The following FTL signature matches known asari ship signatures."

Dakkan sighed.

Good.

The asari diplomat was here to unfuck the situation at hand.

"Is she in range for comms?"

"Yes, kringal."

"Good. I'll be up at the bridge soon."

Hopefully, the intervention of a third party will keep the conflict from boiling over into a war.

---

"I see," Matriarch Zolanna said out loud even as she sighed internally.

She had always advocated for asari representatives or liaisons being aboard any Council patrols near or in systems with unopened mass relays because she saw border skirmishes like this breaking out.

And now, she had one in her hands.

Did the Council send her because she was the one who had suggested it?

Was it something like 'Since you were so obviously into this kind of situation, solve it and maybe we can talk about it further' kind of situation?

She wasn't sure.

But from what she heard, this was … a very volatile situation.

And thankfully, she even had a map to go off of.

She looked at the still image map of this "Blue Planet Confederacy." It was a map recovered from a dying hard drive from within one of the destroyed civilian ships. And … and it was massive. She could tell from the map that these worlds were a tightly packed network of systems. These aliens used the Mass Relay Network, yes, but the pattern of colonization also suggested that they invested heavily into colonizing worlds off of it.

She didn't know why they would have done something so prohibitively expensive but it must have paid out dividends considering the fact that some of the "big" colonies were off the Mass Relay Network, clearly marked out by the circles and lines that connected far away systems.

If the translation so far proved to be correct, then the Citadel Council may have just encountered a peer civilization at the very least.

Zolanna let out a shuddering breath. This was … probably the worst case scenario for her and her people.

It was one thing to attempt to enforce regulations and rules on a lesser civilization or even a barely spaceflight capable one. It was another thing to do so to a peer; wars have broken out for less as the turians themselves knew well thanks to their Unification War.

Then her guideline for conduct was rather simple: she needed to be firm yet deferential to the BPC on matters regarding their sovereignty but give no promises and assurances when it came to future diplomacy.

"How long until we are aligned with the Hierarchy fleet?" she asked, not looking up from the map.

"Just five minutes, ma'am."

"Very well."

-VB-

General Charles William
Shanxi
AR 2111.11.21

"General, Shanxi-Theta activated again! The Confederate fleet has raised the alarms to maximum!"

Once again, he was in his office. There was no point going outside because it would actually limit his ability to coordinate the troops, even though he would rather be outside throwing rocks and fists.

Within seconds of getting the alert, he made a call to the admiral in orbit with his den-den mushi.

"Tell me what you see, admiral," he said as soon as the call went through.

"They brought more ships than before, that's for sure," the admiral, a young man, reported with a grunt. "I see … 4 capital-class ships, 33 cruisers, and 56 frigates."

That was the quick summary, even Charles could tell.

On their side, they had 10 capital-class ships (2 carriers and 2 battleships), 25 cruisers, and 40 frigates. The battle was not going to be in their favor.

"... We're getting signals on the radio and … a den-den mushi?" the admiral repeated something someone else on his ship said. "The aliens must have cracked our communication methods through salvage. That is blisteringly fast."

"Or any of the survivors could have helped, if there were survivors on the other side."

The admiral was silent.

"Answer the call," Charles insisted. "Let's hear what they have to say."

"... to all Blue Planet Confederacy elements within the system. I am Matriarch Eina Zolanna of the Asari Republics. I am here as a representative of the Citadel Council, which the Turian Hierarchy is a part of, to negotiate a truce on behalf of the Turian Hierarchy. What happened here and in the next door system is a terrible tragedy that should not have taken place. Please, I implore you to send an envoy if you wish or to allow me onto your world for negotiations. If you send an envoy, we shall respect them to the fullest extent of intergalactic laws."

After that, the message repeated itself a few more times.

Charles sat dumbfounded. "What the fuck?" he muttered out loud.

"... Should we be glad that we won't have to throw any more of our soldiers onto the frontline or pissed that these people think it'll be this easy to get over the fact that they attacked us without provocation?" the admiral asked.

Charles groaned. "Who's the highest ranking person?"

"You."

"No! I mean… the person who can negotiate this."

"You."

"... Seriously?"

"I'm a rear admiral. You're the four-star general. Ergo, you are the highest ranked individual, even if we are two separate branches of the military"

"I have to play politics?"

"You didn't?" the admiral sounded surprised.

"No! That's why I'm out here in the periphery!"

"... Guess politics catches up to us all no matter where we are."

Charles wanted to throw something.

But then he realized that the first and last battle he participated in during this war had been the only chance for him to throw something big at something else that was big and get away with it.

He groaned in dismay.

"What about the governor?" he tried.

"General, you know as much as I do that planetary governors or planetary rulers are not allowed to partake in foreign relations."

Charles let his head drop onto the table, making the building-sized desk rumble and shake from the impact.

"Goddamnit."

"Good luck, general."

-VB-

Matriarch Eina Zolanna
Shanxi, "Shanxi" System
CC 2157.05.16

Zolanna stared up at the giant.

Because there was no other way to describe what - who - she was looking at without using the word "giant" in everything.

She had spotted the giant as her ship had entered the planet's atmosphere, courtesy of the general in charge. As it had been explained to her, there was no trained diplomat or envoy on site and due to legalities, the local planetary politicians could not represent the "Blue Planet Confederacy."

As her ship had flown down, she thought the giant had been a statue.

But then the "statue" turned its head to look at her ship and raised an eyebrow.

And now, she'd come out of her ship and stood at the feet of the giant with her very clearly disturbed bodyguards.

The giant was supposedly their general and also the one who had led his soldiers to battle in the one and only ground battle of the border skirmish so far. For that, he had the Turians' respect because they saw in him someone like themselves: an honorable leader who led from the front.

But Zolanna could only think about how quickly she'll die if the giant turned out to be deceptive and this was just his way of gaining a new pet.

Because from where she stood?

It wouldn't be too farfetched to think that the giant might have a glass jar terrarium somewhere to drop her into and force her into becoming a pet.

Hell, would her biotics even be enough for her to defend herself?

"You are an asari?" the general spoke up. But instead of him speaking directly to her, she found herself talking to a mollusc of some kind that sat on top of a platform held up by a much smaller and asari-sized "human." She knew that this one was human because that was the "baseline" of their species. And despite the size difference (a normal asari to a small skyscraper), both wore the same uniform. "You nothing like bird people. Turian?"

It was expected of a military leader to be … more blunt.

"Yes," she replied. "I am an asari. My name is Eina Zolanna, a matriarchal envoy of the Asari Republics. It is a pleasure to meet you, General William."

"... I ponder it is a pleasantly thing to know that our words can halt this fight from digging on," he replied through some sort of a translator software. "Well met."

… Well, that sounded like this was going to go well!

She hoped.

Their people's ability to create translation software so quickly, however, alarmed her. The reason why the asari were at the forefront of diplomacy was because of their ability to gain new languages through melding. It smoothed over first contacts and gave them a leverage over primitive species. The translation software negated that leverage, regardless of how rough the translation was.

At the same time, a race dedicated to linguistics generally tended to be cooperative to a decree. Turians, Salarians, and Asari were all like that. Batarians, however, weren't, and it showed to this day that their race, governments, and nations continued to be passively hostile to the Citadel Council and its associate races.

"... Is tranlator-person not work?"

"Ah. Yes. But it is … very rough."

"Hmm. Understood. But can agree to ceasefire still, no?"

"Yes, we can," she nodded.

"Good. We return your people. You return people mine. Stop hostility. No one but envoys pass through relay. Your people and me people talk later more closely, but we stop fight now. Can agree?"

… It was the best case scenario as far as she was concerned.

"Agreed," she said. She moved to shake hands before stopping. "Does your people shake hands to seal deals?"

"Very much. But me big, you small. Handshake hard. My Regos small. Can shake her hand."

And that's how Eina was introduced to Confederate Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter. Brilliant green eyes, bob cut blonde hair, and a mind that could figure out the most difficult puzzles.

And though she stood on the other side of the battlefield, Eina fell in love. She would laugh about it later, falling in love so quickly like a maiden, but it was not a love that she ever regretted.

-VB-

President Strawberry Nixon
Arcturus Station
AR 2111.11.21
"Peace?" she asked, flabbergasted by what was being said from the other side of the den-den mushi. And it showed in how her seahorse mermaid tail flicked while she sat on her chair. If it hadn't been for the anti-grav modules, she would be on the floor and not the chair, but the module made moving in the air almost like swimming in the ocean.

"Yes, ma'am," General Charles William replied from Shanxi, some eight thousand light years away on the frontier of the confederacy space.

She had met him before, and knew him to be a no-nonsense man who fought more for his soldiers than anyone else. He didn't dabble in politics, which was why he lost out on more lucrative posts closer to the Core and ended up in the periphery.

He was not someone who she would personally ally with, but the fame of being the general who defended a member planet against an honest-to-gods alien invasion would be useful in the short term.

Especially once the public learned about how he negotiated a ceasefire so quickly as well without giving up anything… though detractors and haters will criticize him for not getting anything out of the deal.

Those fools didn't care that the general had no legal right or means to do that; that job and right belonged solely to the federal government.

"How soon can we get a diplomat out there?" she asked as she looked around the table.

"The closest thing we have to a diplomat would be any number of interstellar negotiators we deploy to settle planet-to-planet issues," the Minister of Internal Relations, Chosui Montegomery (a white skinned human), replied from his seat three seats down from her left.

She looked around. "And you think," she asked without looking at him. "That a mere interplanetary negotiator will fulfill the needs of the confederation right now?"

He opened his mouth but someone elbowed him and he shut up.

"Right now, the federal government has been given the chance to prove to the wider confederation that they were right to have joined the confederation. We've done that partially so far in how quickly our fleet responded to the invasion. Now, we must do so on the diplomatic battlefield. And you suggest instead that we should use a mere negotiator instead of a trained diplomat?"

"... My apologies, ma'am."

She took a deep breath in and let it out. "I want this to be perfect," she demanded coldly. "If there is a war, then it will be because we are the righteous defenders. If there is peace, then it is because we are the generous and magnanimous defenders. And nobody is going to interfere in this, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Since I don't trust anyone else to lead this negotiation, I will be sending my protege. She will be the one to head the diplomatic party."

Eyes widened around the room.

She "stood" up from her chair, prompting everyone else to do the same.

"Dismissed."

Everyone in the room left.

"Madam president…"

It was General William.

"Yes?" she answered.

"Is it wise?"

She glanced at the den-den mushi.

"Anita Goyle is my protege. More than that, she has the achievements to back up her assignment. Or would you like to dispute how she was able to keep the Harkon Trade Union and the Seven Star Coalition from going to war?"

"That is not what I am speaking of and you know it. Why everyone else looked uneasy."

She stared at the mushi and then snorted. "You truly do not have a lick of political finesse in your bones, do you, general?"

"My job and purpose is to keep people trained, alive, and protecting others. As long as it doesn't interfere with that, then I do not mind. But sending someone of her stature…"

"Are you a racist, general?"

"Racist?" he barked out a laugh after. "No. If I was a racist, then I would not be able to see just how useful everyone is, regardless of their appearance. No, I am a pragmatist, and though I may not be a politician, I am keenly aware of what first impressions are like. The people who she will talk to are the ones I fought and talked with today. They will be like you, madam president, and all they will see is her."

"... I will take your recommendation under advisement, and yet, this does not change my decision."

"Very well, madam president. Good luck."

And then the connection severed.

The mushi quieted down, leaving Strawberry alone in her office.

Her longer fingers ra-ta-tapped on the plasteel table in the presidential office.

She didn't like it. Didn't like how everyone in the room had questioned her decision.

She will simply have to make it clear to her protege that failure was not an option, not when they were still questioning her.

Instead of using the den-den mushi, her fingers rose up and drifted over to one of the tablets nearby. With a few flicks of her fingers, a call rang out.

And picked up almost immediately.

"Teacher?"

"Anita. I want you in my office. I have an assignment for you."

-VB-

General Charles William
Shanxi
AR 2111.11.27

It took almost a full week for the designated ambassador to arrive.

This showed the lengths the president was willing to go to.

'First off, the speed at which the federal government responded to the situation itself was notable. By doing this, the president told the confederation that this was a matter of dire consequence. Regardless of the result of the negotiations, the president would be seen as someone who gave a situation the attention it deserved.

'Second, most shuttles and warships did not travel that quickly. By using such a powerful FTL capable ship, she showed off the federal government's reach, technological prowess, and potential - a warning to all of the worlds and planetary coalitions gibbering day and night about independence and sovereignty. The federal government will never initiate violence, but if the "freedom fighters" initiate violence, then the federal navy and army will respond so quickly that most will not be able to put up a meaningful resistance.'

He watched the shuttle come down the atmosphere smoothly. Even more smoothly than the "asari" and their ship, which flew smoother than the Turian ships.

'And if they do, then it was treason from start to finish, and the world will become a "ward of the federal government," effectively ending the world's participation in the confederation and reduced to a mere territory.

'And three, this was a power play.'

The shuttle, a long and narrow golden thing engraved with even rarer metals and minerals landed on its four landing gears. A door opened up on its previously remarkably smooth and indistinguishable surface, and a floating staircase gracefully extended down.

But Charles knew that there was no need for that.

Two people walked out, both dressed in the red and black of the confederate presidential guard.

And finally.

The president's protege walked out.

Or well, floated out.

---

Eina Zolanna

She watched the opulent ship landed not too far from her and the general's position.

She glanced at the giant general and then at his retinue.

The ship was about the same size as the one that she came on, so it had to be for someone close to the baseline human, right?

When she initially heard that an ambassador would be coming to negotiate for the entire "Blue Planet Confederacy," she had been worried. While she didn't see or hear about any racial discrimination among the elites of the confederation from any of the prisoners the Turians held, she had postulated that there was a chance the giants might be the leaders of the confederation.

The size of the ship has so far dissuaded her of that notion, however.

Instead, she watched two normal humans walk out, quickly followed by a third. All three wore the same uniform, and carried themselves like most ceremonial guards did.

Then the ship's door closed behind them?

She watched as the three humans approached them and finally noticed that the third human had a tray in his hands.

And as they got closer, her eyebrows rose up slowly.

Because as the party of three drew closer, she realized that it was not a party of three but a party of four.

Because on that tray held by the third human was a tiny being.

The party of four came to a stop with a synchronized clicks of their boots.

"Presenting the Ambassador of the Blue Planet Confederation, Anita Goyle of Green Dressrosa!"

And Zolanna finally saw her.

A human-like being with a large fluffy tail and a sharp nose. It almost looked like a cartoonishly small version of baseline humans (sans the tail).

"Greetings, ambassador," she spoke, her training kicking in. "I am Matriarch Eina Zolanna of the Asari Republics."

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Ambassador Goyle replied with a curtsy. When she straightened back up, she smiled. "It must be a surprise to see someone like myself, yes?"

"Y-Yes."

Goyle smiled. "It is normal. Most peoples of the confederacy do not meet a dwarf in their lifetime, despite how much we have been becoming more involved in the confederation's daily lives." Then her smile became fixed as she turned to look at the general. "General William. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine, ambassador."

"Thank you for accompanying the diplomat, but I'll take it from here."

It was a dismissal, Zolanna realized.

The general squinted down at them. "Very well. I wish you good luck."

And he left without a fight. To her surprise. Most Turians would have been upset at such a public and decisive dismissal.

"Now, shall we get inside somewhere?" the "dwarf" asked.

"... Yes," Zolanna responded because she had no other words to say. If the BPC wanted to show their internal politics to her, then that was just something she'll report, not something she'll intervene in.

 

[Martian_Tech_Adept]

Neat, also flash step is gonna mess with ME combat tactics something fierce. Swords a lot more useful when their effective range is in kilometers.

 

[Thiccc Shaedy]

I'm not all too familiar with either fandom, but I still love this story and wish to see more of it.

 

[Greatazuredragon]

Neat, also flash step is gonna mess with ME combat tactics something fierce. Swords a lot more useful when their effective range is in kilometers.

Click to shrink...

Heck Soru and other movement enhancing techniques will make them go crazy.
What with me shields doing nothing to stop phisical attacks.
A soru master with a sword can eliminate entire batalions.
XD

A tiny dwarf as the diplomat was a fun choice.
The volus will be happy they aren't the smalest race anymore.

 

[JamesEye]

Man I love the idea of everyone just witnessing bullshit one piece anime techniques and whatever else they've come up with on the thousands of years

 

[Karmic Acumen]

Not gonna lie, this isn't looking like the sort of society I'd expect to rise from Joyboy's victory.

 

[Superiorshortness]

Citadel is in for a time Piracy from the Confederacy gunna be super hard to stop.

 

[Stark1313]

This story is very interesting. I can't wait for the next chapter. I was wondering what your plans were for Walter 7 because I had an idea.
Walter 7 has been turned into a space station or maybe a new place has been built called water 8 or 10 where they now build space ships and other space infrastructure.

 

[20ted]

Thank you to whoever is commissioning this story