The begin of a legend!((open to scapegoat and dastard))

------BOSCHE ISLAND-----

Bosche island,a flying island with a jungle like landscape inhabited by many dangerous animals and an average sized town.
On the mountains of the island was a big fortress inhabited by the king of the island,sam yervinyan.
Under sam's command there was a small army.the army had light armor and spears as their weapons.

The town located in the middle of the island had a big city wall,this was because the animals in the forest where very dangerous.
hunting on those animals was their way of living,so the civilians too know how to handle weapons,as fighting against the beasts improved their fighting skills.

Outside of town there where small wooden outposts,and lookout-towers.There are also much traps in the forest,made to keep the animals on a distance and as a part of hunting.

-----Mountain castle-----
''how are our defenses?''

''reasonable sire''

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[introduction box ]
[name: bok bier ]
[occupation: general ]
[bounty: 2.000.000 ]
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''good,keep surveillance high.''

''yes sire''

the general left the command room sam was in and watched the visual den den mushi's for anything suspicious.
''i have the feeling something bad is going to happen...''he said to himself while drawing out some of his new machines.

Johnson growled with rage; getting to Bosche Island was a bitch on its own, but traversing through the jungle was no easy feat. He persevered for one reason alone, justice needed to be served and damn it justice would be served even if Johnson died serving it. This island had been conquered by a filthy pirate and the criminal scum was begging for a spiritual and physical form of retribution. Nothing would stop Johnson from saving the innocent civilians who were forced to live under Sam's tyrannical rule.

After hours of wandering through the cruel, unforgiving jungle he found a small town. Small talk was irritating, but Johnson required information before he could reclaim the island. He noticed a few men standing around conversing and approached them casually.

"Hello, citizens. May I ask where your leader positions himself? I seek an audience." Johnson's words implied a peaceful inquiry, but his tone was that of a command. His gruff voice showed hints of anger, "If you don't have any information, don't waste my time."

Johnson thought of his battle plan; he knew the leader of an island this big must have some sort of defense force but he wasn't sure what kind. His only plan so far was a full on invasion of the tyrant's residence. Any ruffians who resisted would be arrested, but his target had earned himself an execution. Johnson heard whispers of war, and knew that the battle would be grand.

"Any who serve this dictator loyally, speak up! I seek to overthrow him and return this island to its rightful leaders, the World Government. As a captain of the Marines, I have the right to do so. Those who wish to stop me should consider the consequences of the ensuing battle." Johnson bellowed out this declaration quickly; if the citizens would not help him anyone who resisted him could be interrogated.

------Town-------------

The citizen looked shocked,scared,and angry at the same time.alarm was rang out the outpost and 10 soldiers came out of a small building ready to face
off with the marine.8 citizen's backed them up with spears in their hands,ready to throw then when something happened.Woman and children walked inside their houses taking cover.37 other citizen's where still struggling between attacking the marine or take cover like the rest.

---Fortress-------

''SIR THERE SEEMS TO BE A MARINE AT THE TOWN!''

''how many?''

''one sir!''

''one?that cannot be,even when you know the jungle as good as we do you still have to travel with at-least 10 persons for locals and 30 persons for outsiders..be cautious with him and go into defense state 3'''

''yes sir!''

10 guards walked outside and protected the front gate of the fortress,they also closed the big iron door of the fortress.

the fortress was a big,stone fortress,it was made on top of the mountain.the fortress has big walls with 20 archers on them(on each side.)
inside the fortress there was a total of 500 soldiers spread across the fortress and 30 spread on the foot of the mountain.10 others where located in high but small wooden lookout towers.

Johnson cracked his neck, then popped each of his knuckles. a burst of white liquid blasted out onto the landscape, catching the soldiers in the ground. He blasted a cannon ball out at one of the soldiers, hitting him in the stomach and tearing a hole through him. Johnson looked at the next target, another soldier. A civilian interrupted him with a spear toss but Johnson reacted quickly. A wall of glue manifested from the ground, blocking the javelin. He continued to attack his next target, another soldier. The wall shifted off of the ground and above the trapped guard. With a loud crashing noise it slammed onto the ground, smearing the guard into the glue on the floor. Both takedowns so far were powerful, but non-lethal. Johnson paused from his attacks to address the resisting citizens.

"Please, peoples, if you surrender your arms I will not attack you. However, I can not promise the same to you mercenaries; nothing but thugs insulting justice itself!" His voice carried a powerful rage through it, but the soldiers themselves were not swayed by his pleading. Johnson knew the fight would continue. He formed a pool of glue around his right hand and struck the guard closest to him, shattering the victim's weak jaw.

"This is my final warning, anymore resistance and I will be forced to use lethal means of restraint." Johnson honestly was not interested in killing anyone; the criminals had only earned imprisonment, their offenses had not yet warranted execution. Perhaps the mission would be a little more complicated than he first thought, the people did not seem willing to assist him in his investigation.

The man behind this welcome party intrigued Johnson. How did he manage to conquer an island so easily, and how had the Marines not taken any action against him yet? There were a few questions needed answering, and maybe, just maybe, someone near bye had the answers Johnson wanted. One other thought entered Johnson's mind. Would torture be necessary to get the people to comply? He hoped not; torture was not a nice thing to do to people. On the other hand, whatever needed to be done to serve justice to this criminal would be done, and Johnson had prepared for the worst.

-----TOWN-----
the citizen now came out of their homes and grabbed arms.
''we are prepared to die for our king!'',this and many more of the king praising sentence's where yelled at the marine.
even the children grabbed rocks to throw at the marine.now there were a total of 67 civilians(which 40 have hunting experience) attacking the marine.

----FORTRESS ----
''sir our soldiers have been defeated!''

''go into alarm state 1,send all the outpost military to the town,and gather the units stationed in the guard towers in the fortress,also increase the surveillance to 24 hours surveillance.prepare traps in front of the fortress..''

''yes sir!''

Johnson growled angrily and cursed "Damn it, not now!" A wall formed under his feet and started lifting him into the sky. As he floated above he formed a large puddle of glue in his hand and blasted it at the civillians. The strike wasn't dangerous, but would definitely slow them down. Next he formed several spears of the hardened glue and launched them at the rest of the soldiers. A few of his opponents dodged, but four were impaled by his missiles. He snarled in disappointment and raised his voice.

"The words of the corrupt have crept into your minds, you blinded fools. Evil shall bleed itself dry; I as a Captain of the Marines will do my duty and punish you!" He was filled with rage and disappointment; there was no need for this conflict and yet the people had walked themselves into the slaughter. Johnson pulled his ring to his lips and kissed it before continuing his speech. "In the name of Zealous Justice I shall cleanse this land of evil!" He no longer cared to hold back his attacks against the civilians, the only ones who would receive mercy were the children. The children did not deserve execution, they did not know what they were doing.

Johnson prepared for another attack; this time, more spears. Six more targets down with less than a real threat. He continued levitating higher into the sky, trying to leave the range of their weapons so he could easily rain down attacks on them without any danger. Johnson was relieved that they did not have any guns on them to shoot at him, but his walls could protect him anyway.

Even though he was striking down his opponents, he was trying not to kill him. Even if they disrespected justice, they were under the control of a deceptive leader, blinded by propaganda most likely. His scowl had turned into a look of pure bloodlust but there was no true joy in the battle. His body pumped with the raw excitement that comes from risking one's life, for justice of course.

----Castle----

''sire almost all the soldiers and civilians are unable to fight further.''

''bring out the artillery of the castle and aim on him.''

''but sir,the town could be hit''

''i just gave you an order,just follow it general''

''y-yes sir!''

canon's where brought out and already aimed at the small thing pointing above the city.
when the man would get close enough the canon's would stand ready to fire.

''ACTIVATE DEFENSIVE PLAN B!'' yelled the general through a den den mushi.

two big iron doors opened in the two mountains next to it revealing 2 giant canon's(qua barrel length)
as soon as the door was fully open the canon's both fired at the small thing above the city.

Johnson heard a loud explosion in the distance. This noise took all of his focus away, what was it? Soon he would know. As two large cannon balls flew towards him he realized what had made the obnoxious noise. An attacker, with some very powerful weaponry. He reacted immediately to the threat by swerving away on his floating platform. Normally, an offense such as this would offend Johnson greatly, however, it was exactly what he needed. Where he had once been out of leads for the location of his true enemy, the cannons gave him an idea. Johnson was no expert at weaponry but he remembered cannon balls firing in a straight path. It would be easy now to follow the direction the two shots came from and trace it back to the villain who dared assault a marine captain and steal an island. In the name of the almighty spirit of truth, Justice, Johnson could never forgive him now.

"Today is your lucky day, you wretches of the earth. I have prior engagements to deal with; you all should hope that I am not the Marine to meet you again for mercy only comes once." Johnson had completely lost interest in battling the villagers he had just moments before sworn to end. "If I was not so busy, I can promise you that your death would be swift and mostly painless. Don't forget you are the lucky ones to attack an enforcer of the true law and still live." With that, Johnson flew towards the cannons.

Once more it was a long trek that was far too irritating. As Johnson hovered through the Jungle towards the weapons' site, he heard the sound of the squawking of several winged beasts. They too were enraged by the danger they had faced from cannon fire, but they being nothing but stupid creatures, found themselves completely willing to blame Johnson for the blast. The flock dove at him, blindsiding him with the force of several angry birds. They clawed and picked at him for movements as Johnson tried to shake them off his platform, to no avail. Had Johnson overestimated himself? No, but perhaps he had underestimated the threats of the jungle. He didn't want any more distractions but as he felt the scraping of their talons on his back, he could tell those damned birds didn't care. Under his breath he used some salty language and then prepared for a brief skirmish. He coated his left arm with glue and smashed it into the first beast. One enemy down, six to go. Several globs of glue and frenzied punches later the avian assassins had all fallen.

"Bout damn time," Johnson mumbled. He was scratched and pecked up, suffering from some harsh gashes but he would not stop nor could he be surprised like that again. He raised his floating platform above the treetops; in the distance he could finally see the fortress in sight. He was rejuvenated by rage. The so called king of this land was in for an unpleasant treat when Johnson finally arrived.

The fortress prepared for the worst and was going into emergency state 0.
everywhere in the fortress thick iron doors closed protecting the main inner structure's and sam.
50 guards grabbed riffles and lined up on the wall,protecting the main gate.
30 other guards with spears and shields came in front of the main gate ready to do some close combat.

Johnson had cleared the forest and he had a few minor injuries for it. He could feel the pain of defeat creeping towards him, and it was an incentive not to let a single guard touch him. The fortress could be nothing but the nexus of this savage dissidence, the final resting point for the foolish tyrant who dared to resist Justice. The main gate was sure to be heavily fortified; Johnson had two choices. Would he go through the front door or sneak around to avoid resistance? Johnson had a simple answer: Fuck subtlety. They already knew he was coming, why not confirm their suspicions? Johnson cracked a small grin on his face as he showed himself to the guards. Today was a great day for Justice. The sun shining in the sky, the smell of fresh flowers and evil being punished swifter than the winds itself. In the glorious name of the Marines, it was time for a brawl.

Johnson saw the spear-men first. A glue trap stuck them in the ground quite a few paces too far from Johnson to strike him. With his grounded attackers temporarily incapacitated it was time for the righteous warrior to deal with the marksmen. They took aim as he reacted; a wall of glue formed in front of him in moments. The bullets struck his wall and bounced off, except for one blow that made it through. He could tell the bullet entered into his right arm; after their pesky onslaught it was his turn. He conjured forth a cannon ball and fired it diagonally to the soldier at the end of the line. The sound of a crunch clued Johnson in on the success of his attack but it was time to re-fire. The cannon ball blasted across the line, striking a few gunners and breaking their ranks.

"Ugh, you folks just won't quit will you? I tell you what... I won't kill you if you fucking quit shooting at me. That noise is beyond irritating." Johnson's wrath was simmering to down to a boil until he realized he had been shot in the arm. For some reason, remembering this infuriated him back to his original level of rage, as he barked out, "Yes or no? Dead or alive you little shits?"

''inform our men of plan, D.''

''y-yes sir!''

through den den mushi's the soldier's where informed of the plan and they all withdrew to the inner fortress structure,leaving the marine alone in front of a giant iron door.

Johnson watched as his opponents ran away, hiding behind the iron door inside the fortress. He was perplexed as to how he would get inside if not through the front door. He had only one idea what to do; climb to the top and see if there was an alternate route. He created a wall under his feet and lifted it into the sky, slowly raising himself above the walls. He surveyed the top of the fortress for a secret passageway before changing his mind. If he couldn't go around the iron gate he would just blast through it.

The first cannonball he fired crashed right into the barrier and made a small dent in it. He prepared a second cannon ball and launched it. One strike at a time he was slowly damaging the gate. If nothing else his opponents would be forced to open up eventually and he'd be there launching cannonballs when they did. They could not hide from justice; no matter how long it took, no matter how many globs of glue he had to launch they would not escape from Justice.

The more his mission continued, the less impressed Johnson was. His enemies had at first seemed to be completely unafraid of all consequences and armed to the teeth with guns and rifles... but they were retreating. Was it a tactical approach or had they simply decided they didn't want to fight him? If it was the latter, too bad, Johnson was still coming. If it was the former... too bad for Johnson.

''s-sir everything has brought in preparation.''

''enter the final state of plan D.''

''yes sir!''

The fortress walls and buildings began to move.walls and doors moved so there was on straight path inside the fortress.
the giant gate opened and revealed one giant hallway that was inside the fortress.the giant hallway leaded toward a room
where all the soldiers had gather in secret hide places,ready to ambush and bombard the marine with every force they had.

Doors and walls shifted giving Johnson a simple way to his direction. It was perfect, way too damn perfect for a coincidence. He knew they were planning something... an ambush most likely. How amateur, Johnson thought. Dangling a carrot in front of his head to lead him right where they wanted was the easiest way of setting a trap. Still... There wasn't much to do except go straight through the ginormous corridor. He could see a door at the end of the hallway, leading to a room. His instincts told him that was where he'd expect the "surprise attack" to happen. He slowly walked to the room planning his next action at the same time.

Johnson slowly crept up on the room, hoping not to alert anyone til he had swung the door open... Nah, kicking it down would be better. He was five paces away and the tension was thick. One more step and a small bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. A second step, the doorknob was almost in reach. At his third step he felt a small jerk coming from his right arm. He took the penultimate step and reached his right hand out for the knob, it trembled but not because of fear. As he twisted the knob with his right hand he formed a large glob of glue around his left fist. He viciously punched the hinge and kicked forward knocking it into the room. He made a wall in front of him as the first group of marines took aim.

He could hear the sounds of gunfire and noticed the small ripples going through his defenses; most of the shots bounced right off but a few embedded themselves into the wall. Something was strange; there were way too few blasts for the number of soldiers laying in wait.

"Shit... I'm just stuck here, ain't I?" Johnson asked himself.

((Due to the Original Poster's lack of interest in this thread, I have made a request with the Head Admin to lock this thread and proceed with the following results: Captain Johnson successfully recaptures the island in the name of the Marines and the world government.
I will update his history explaining this event and the consequences of it. The Original Poster, Scapegoat/Youri, has the rights to decide what happens to his character, whether he dies, escapes, or is imprisoned.))