Checking up in the Cove(Cross - Invite)

[Kahana Magami]

The jobs of admirals were many. Most marines just had to obey order, but the admirals had to check up on those marines and others. It was others that she was being sent to check up on now. They were of the marines, but not of the marines. They were once pirates, but now they had become the shichibukai, privateers in a way. The marines used them almost like a way of threatening the other pirates into not messing with them. They all had very high bounties. It wasn't something she particularly agreed with because she disliked pirates and their lawless nature, but she would obey the orders of her superiors and this was made easier by the fact it was traditional. Tradition was something she favoured highly.

Today she was on her way to check on Cross Messor Sanguine. A so-called superhuman. Most called her that, when in reality she was like an insectoid. It was the insect equivalent of fishmen or merfolk. They gained fish attributes and the insectoids gained insect ones. They were most like the merfolk as their appearence was almost entirely human except for their multi-faceted eyes on the strange 'tattoo' on their back that let them form wings.

Her intel had informed her that he was at Calamari Cove for some reason. Perhaps he was after some of the octopi there for food or perhaps he was testing his strength against the more dangerous ones. She was curious about it, but not too fussed.

Her large marine battleship docked about a mile out from the cove. It would not be necessary and on top of that it would be risky docking it any closer. The octopi were aggressive enough as it is. She took a deep breath and focused causing the tatoo on her back to glow before forming glowing insect like wings of a golden hue. In her arms she held her marine justice coat and spear.

With little effort she flew over to the island and landed, her wings vanishing as she did so. After draping the coat over her shoulders like a cape she began to walk around.

"Cross" she called out. Her voice was quite loud, louder than most people her size and gender. This was possibly due to marine training, but most likely due to being part cicada, the loudest of insects. "Where are you?"

[Cross Messor Sanguine]

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[Kahana Magami]

The face he only addressed her by first name without any titles bugged her slightly, but then again he wasn't a marine so wasn't bound by their rules. In fact, she'd heard he hated marines almost as much as he hated evil pirates. She had never worked out why he had joined the Shichibukai. It seemed an odd choice of profession.

"I am fine Cross and yourself?" she said walking over to where he was. His skill with the sword and the strength behind it seemed to earn him the title of superhuman. She took a seat, but declined food. She was not hear for pleasentries and had eaten before departure. "As you may have guessed I am here for the regular inspection. So tell me what you have been doing?"

[Cross Messor Sanguine]

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[Kahana Magami]

Kahana thought back on the reports she'd received recently. A mission to protect a ship with a name similar to the one he mentioned. Yes, she'd read about it. A successful mission which included the extermination of several pirates. She hadn't been given the details on the participants, so it was interesting to see that one of the shichibukai had helped. That would certainly increase the reputation of the shichibukai, but it might reflect negatively on the marines as they had to rely on a shichibukai. Oh well, what else were they there for?

"The inspections are part of being part of the world government. No-one is exempt no matter their rank or their record. Even I receive inspections, from the other admirals and the fleet admiral. Even the commander-in-chief occasionally. " she replied with a shrug. She understood his irritation. It was a pain. They should of earned the trust by now, but it was to ensure the lack of corruption. "Its not like we enjoy the inspections, or I don't personally. It is just a necessity. Recently, it seems they are all i've been doing." There was a note of bitterness in her voice. She had people she trusted who were capable of doing this, but it seemed that it had to be an admiral, possibly because if they found out the shichibukai had gone rogue then they were the only ones who could stop them easily.

"Before coming here I was sent to inspect the marine base on Micqueot, lead by Captain Jean Chevalier. It received quite a high rating, but it will benefit from the advice I gave i am sure."

She had to stifle a giggle as he bit into the undercooked octopus. She quickly put a hand over her mouth and tried to pretend it was merely a cough.

"A bit underdone I presume? It seems your cooking skills when it comes to cooking giant cephalopods." she said with a bit of a grin still on her face. She shrugged. "Then again, they are not something you would often cook, unless you lived here, so I guess it is understandable."

[Cross Messor Sanguine]

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[Kahana Magami]

"Any seat of power requires responsibility. Otherwise the seat of power would not be a seat of power." she replied philosophically. "And it would be unwise for the strongest pieces to be sent out before it is proved a weaker one cannot suffice. Of course, I personally believe it is wise to send at least one strong piece in, in order to ensure the weak ones are not lost, but orders are orders." There was a note of bitterness in her voice. Not at the fact that she had to obey orders, but that so many people were lost. It seemed such a waste of lives. "Of course, the admirals are allowed some leeway, which is good and orders can be interpreted many ways."

It was a strange thing for someone who preached the value of order and law to believe that sometimes laws had to be interpreted in a different way. It almost seemed like she was promoting chaos.

"The admirals rise to power because they are powerful and skilled tacticians. We know what our men are capable of and what we are capable of." she said with a shrug. "For instance, although you were due for inspection if I saw something on the way, or heard something, then I may have delayed your inspection to deal with it."

[Cross Messor Sanguine]

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[Kahana Magami]

She had perhaps said more then she had intended, but nothing that could be turned against her. Marine admirals were supposed to be able to see the bigger picture and do what was best for the mission to succeed regardless of orders. It was rare they got actual specific orders except: Go inspect this guy, Go deal with this island. Deadlines were rarely given. Or at least they weren't to her. They knew she would do everything as efficiently as possible and for the greater good.

"I have no further questions Cross and I will bid you farewell." she stated and then rose to her feet and nodded to him before turning and preparing to leave. Whether he stopped her or not was up to him. Perhaps he had more he wanted to say. She however did not.