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November 7th, 20XX "Are we positive that...thing, is recoverable. He's avoided us for months now. That monster even grievously wounded one of our Admirals after just a brief altercation." "More than recoverable, and I'm more than positive that Rocks is the tide of change. We'll be on the winning side of this little war." "And what of the very possible chance that he denies again and instead wounds another one of our officers, this time fatally?" "It's always a possibility. But, he's too valuable to not attempt to control. Send Fleet Admiral {REDACTED}, if she fails, we have no other choice but to start thinking about forceful drafting...?! Someone's here!" The Den Den Mushi that was showing a recording of silhouetted figures suddenly cut off, after a plethora of screams could be heard. Some of the audio was cut, but it was decipherable to the one who planted the bug inside of this classified area. Golden eyes cut through the darkness, as a woman's voice spoke. "...The Key has been located in {REDACTED}. I'll advance when necessary. Don't even think about stopping me."
BIO: Rocks D. Y/N
