Grand Line , Marineford
Several hours had passed since the fall of Germa Kingdom.
In the bastion of Marine justice, Marineford, the air was thick with the weight of duty. Fleet Admiral Sengoku sat behind his expansive desk, a mountain of paperwork threatening to consume him.
Reports on pirate activity in the New World, requests for additional resources from G-5, and intelligence briefings on the movements of the Yonko all demanded his attention.
His face, etched with the lines of countless battles and sleepless nights, was a mask of concentration. He rubbed his temples, the familiar ache of a headache beginning to form behind his eyes.
Suddenly, the dedicated, red-painted Den Den Mushi on his desk began to ring with a unique, three toned chime.
Blu...blu...blu..
Sengoku's head snapped up. This was no ordinary call. it was the direct line, reserved solely for the highest echelons of the World Government. The Gorosei themselves. He straightened his coat, his posture instantly rigid, and placed a hand on the snail.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku here," he answered, his voice grave and respectful.
The snail's features morphed, resolving into the stern, authoritative face of Elder Jaygarcia Saturn. "Fleet Admiral. We have a situation of the highest priority."
Sengoku's brow furrowed. "I am listening, Elder Saturn."
"Germa Kingdom has fallen," Saturn stated, his voice devoid of emotion yet carrying the weight of a landslide. "Completely destroyed. The Vinsmoke family is confirmed deceased, and their military forces, Germa 66, have been annihilated."
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Sengoku's eyes widened in genuine, unfeigned shock.
Germa 66. An army of superhuman clones, led by a family of genetically enhanced warriors. A kingdom that commanded the seas with its advanced technology and ruthless efficiency. Destroyed?
"Fallen?" Sengoku repeated, his voice barely a whisper. "By whom? The Yonko? Did one of them finally make his move on the North Blue?"
"No," Saturn cut him off, his tone sharp. "It was the Revolutionary Army."
The name hung in the air like a physical blow. The Revolutionary Army. Dragon's forces. The single greatest ideological threat to the World Government's existence. To attack a sovereign kingdom, especially one as militarized as Germa, was an unprecedented escalation.
"The Revolutionary Army?" Sengoku's voice was laced with disbelief. "Are you certain? Their tactics have always been subterfuge, inciting rebellion from within. A direct, full-scale assault... it's not their method."
"Our intelligence agents himself witnessed their flagship departing from the scene," Saturn replied, leaving no room for argument. "The evidence is irrefutable. Dragon has grown bold, Fleet Admiral. He has thrown aside the mask of a revolutionary and revealed himself as nothing more than a terrorist king. This was a declaration of total war."
Sengoku's mind reeled. *Dragon... attacking Germa? It doesn't add up. Germa was a mercenary state, loyal only to the highest bidder. They held no allegiance to the World Government, but they weren't actively fomenting rebellion. Why would Dragon waste resources eliminating them?
It serves no strategic purpose for his cause of liberating nations. It only serves to make him the world's most wanted man, a target for every remaining power. This felt wrong, profoundly wrong.
"The implications are catastrophic, Fleet Admiral," Saturn continued, his voice hardening. "If the Revolutionary Army can obliterate Germa 66, no kingdom is safe. The balance of power is shattered. We cannot allow this act of unbridled aggression to go unanswered."
Sengoku's tactical mind immediately began to assess the fallout. Panic would spread through the affiliated kingdoms. Pirates would see it as a sign of weakness, an opportunity to expand their territory. And the Marines... the Marines would be expected to plug the dam in a flood that had already breached the walls.
"What are your orders, Elder Saturn?" Sengoku asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.
"You will receive an official broadcast from us within the hour," Saturn instructed. "You are to disseminate it immediately across all channels. The world will know of this atrocity. You are to place all Marine forces on high alert. We expect a surge in pirate activity and potential copycat attacks from revolutionary cells."
Sengoku nodded grimly. "Understood. I will mobilize the fleets and recall all available Vice Admirals to Marineford for immediate deployment."
"Good," Saturn said. "Furthermore, you are to make the capture or elimination of Monkey D. Dragon and the commanders of the Revolutionary Army the absolute highest priority of the Marine organization. All other operations are secondary. We want their heads, Fleet Admiral. The world demands justice."
The emphasis on Dragon's full name sent another jolt through Sengoku. They're not just after the army, they're out for Dragon's blood. They're using this to justify a manhunt of unprecedented scale.
This wasn't just about justice or maintaining order; this felt like a pretext. A justification for something far larger, something the Gorosei had been planning for a long time.
"The Marines will not fail," Sengoku stated, his voice resolute.
"See that you don't," Saturn replied, and with that, the connection was severed. The Den Den Mushi returned to its dormant state, leaving Sengoku alone in the deafening silence of his office.
He leaned back in his chair, the shock giving way to a simmering anger and deep seated suspicion. Germa destroyed by the Revolutionary Army? It's a lie. Or at least, it's not the whole truth.
He knew Dragon. While their ideals were diametrically opposed, Sengoku understood the man's methodology. Dragon was a revolutionary, a strategist who dismantled systems from within. A frontal assault on a military powerhouse like Germa was reckless, wasteful, and ultimately counter-productive to his goal of winning the hearts and minds of the oppressed. It would only make him a monster in the eyes of the very people he sought to liberate.
'So, why?' Sengoku thought, his fingers steepling before him. 'Who benefits from this? The World Government gains a terrifying enemy to unite the world against. They gain justification for absolute military control.
And Germa... with the Vinsmokes dead, what happens to their technology? Their cloning facilities? Their scientific data?' The answer was obvious. It would be "confiscated" for "safekeeping," absorbed by the World Government.
A chilling realization washed over him. 'They didn't just find an opportunity; they created one.'
They orchestrated the destruction of Germa Kingdom and are using Dragon as the scapegoat. The thought was so monstrous, so treasonous, that he almost dismissed it.
But everything in his decades of experience, every instinct he had honed in the darkest corners of the world, screamed that he was right.
He stood up, his decision made. He couldn't challenge the narrative, not openly. To do so would be suicide and would plunge the world into even greater chaos. But he could control the Marine response.
He could ensure they hunted the real threats, not just the phantoms the Gorosei wanted them to chase. He needed his best commanders, his most trusted officers. He needed to assess this new reality with them, to prepare for the storm he knew was coming.
He strode to the door and threw it open, barking an order to the startled Marine outside.
"Sound the general alarm! All Vice Admirals and above, report to the conference room immediately! This is a global emergency!"
Within minutes, the cavernous, circular conference room in Marineford was filled with the Marine's most powerful figures. Tsuru, Sakazuki, Borsalino, and many others took their seats around the great table, their faces etched with confusion and concern. The atmosphere was electric with tension. A summons like this was unprecedented in peacetime.
Vice admiral Garp and admiral Kuzan was not present because they are not present at this in marineford.
Sengoku stood at the head of the table, his face grim, his Buddha like features seeming to carry the weight of the entire world. He didn't waste time with pleasantries.
he began, his voice echoing through the silent room. "I have just received word from the Five Elders. Germa Kingdom has been destroyed."
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Tsuru adjusted her glasses, her sharp eyes missing nothing. The Two Admirals Akainu, and Kizaru remained impassive, but their focus was absolute.
"Destroyed?" Kizaru growled, leaning forward. "By who? Kaido? Big Mom?"
"Worse," Sengoku stated flatly. "The Revolutionary Army"
The room erupted in a cacophony of disbelief. "My guess was right!" shouted Akainu, his fists clenched. "I knew it now dragon started to show his true colors"
"Are we certain this intelligence is accurate?" Tsuru asked calmly, though her voice held an edge of doubt. "It seems out of character for their methodology."
"The report comes directly from the Gorosei, who received it from their intelligence agents who was present at that moment," Sengoku announced, watching their reactions carefully.
"The World Government will be broadcasting this news to the world shortly," Sengoku concluded. "Our orders are to place all forces on high alert and to make the capture of Monkey D. Dragon and his commanders the Marine's absolute top priority."
He paused, letting the order sink in. He saw the fire in Akainu's eyes, the cold calculation in Kizaru's the bored curiosity.
"This changes everything," Sengoku said, his voice heavy. "The Revolutionary Army has shown its true colors. They are not liberators; they are conquerors. They are a threat to every single nation under our protection. This time they really crossed the line."