"Luffy, what drove your vessel to cross this horizon? And how did your networks map my exact coordinate?" Sabo and Luffy instantly locked each other in a fierce embrace. Tilting his head up, the smile gracing Sabo's features broadened the exact microsecond his eyes registered Drake's face.
"Drake, your vanguard has cleared the sector as well."
"Bwahahaha! It has been an exceptionally long timeline, Sabo!" Drake stepped forward, wrapping his arms around both of his brothers simultaneously.
"Yeah, it truly has."
"Concurrently—I have a massive piece of front-line intelligence that demands your immediate analysis. Scan this readout," Sabo muttered, his tone shifting as he extracted a freshly printed global newspaper from the inner lining of his garments.
"Hmm? What manner of report is this?" Drake questioned, his brow furrowing as he accepted the print. Yet the exact microsecond his focus settled on the lead headline, his entire cognitive system ground to a sudden, absolute halt.
"This... can this data possibly be verified as authentic?!"
Witnessing Drake's unprecedented lapse in composure, the surrounding companions fell into a state of deep bewilderment.
Driven by raw curiosity, Luffy poked his head over Drake's shoulder to scan the text. In the next fraction of a heartbeat, his pupils executed a violent contraction. Vaulting backward two full meters in sheer, unadulterated shock, his back slammed violently against the wooden wall of the giant chamber with a resonant THUD.
"Luffy! What variable has sundered your stability? Exactly what tragedy has initialized?!" The surrounding crewmates had never, across the entire history of their voyage, witnessed their captain project a mask of such primitive terror.
"Luffy, articulate the parameters immediately!" Nami pressed, completely unable to buffer her mounting anxiety as the young captain remained entirely tight-lipped.
A heavy, suffocating wave of dread rippled through the hearts of the assembly; evaluating the extreme structural distress displayed by the two brothers, this was invariably a catastrophic piece of intelligence.
Forcing his breathing to stabilize over an agonizing timeline, Luffy slowly locked his frantic gaze onto the Straw Hat vanguard, his voice trembling violently as he forced the syllables past his throat: "Vivi... Vivi has been captured by the dragnet!"
"WHAT?!" The exact fraction of a second the phrase sundered the silence, the entire Straw Hat crew erupted into a frantic hurricane of absolute chaos.
"Vivi has entered a critical hazard window?! Relinquish that data layout to my perimeter immediately!" Nami's voice scaled into a sharp, piercing shriek as she forcefully tore the newspaper from Luffy's trembling fingers.
A few brief seconds later, all structural strength drained from Nami's limbs. Slumping heavily against the timber wall, her fingers went completely limp, permitting the printed pages to drift listlessly down onto the stone floor.
Plastered across the absolute center of the front page was a colossal photograph that occupied over half of the sheet's total surface area. The biological asset captured within the frame was unmistakably a core, foundational companion of the Straw Hat Pirates.
Princess Nefertari Vivi!
Staring at the terminal layout, the Straw Hat vanguard fell into a heavy, absolute silence.
The baseline fighters of the alliance refrained from initiating further verbal noise. Though numerous personnel anchoring the Dragon Flag vanguard lacked the precise historical data files detailing Vivi's profile, they possessed the strategic intellect to withhold any unnecessary commentary.
Merely analyzing the extreme psychological trauma fracturing Luffy's composure sufficed to verify that this princess carried a monumental, irreplaceable value to the Straw Hat crew.
"Vivi...!" Sanji gritted his teeth so violently the bone structure groaned, his face warped into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. Forcefully snatching the print off the floor, his eyes systematically traced the text from the initial syllable to the terminal punctuation mark.
He refused to permit a single character to escape his tracking array.
"Miserable, unprincipled World Government bastards!!"
The news wire explicitly detailed the absolute capture of Nefertari Vivi by the shadow agencies of the global regime, going so far as to fabricate a toxic narrative claiming she had actively engaged in treasonous conspiracies alongside the Revolutionary Army to compromise global security.
Furthermore, the intelligence log explicitly unsealed the identity of the supreme operational unit responsible for securing her asset—the exact individual who historically carried a bird upon his shoulder.
"Rob Lucci. The absolute number-one prodigy nurtured by the former CP9, concurrently cataloged as their strongest historic combat asset. As of this hour, his profile has optimized into the absolute Director of CP0, commanding direct authority from the Celestial Dragons," Sabo explained, his eyes sweeping across the tense gathering.
"The volume of administrative clout he weaponizes anchors his position firmly within the elite inner circle ruling the World Government."
Regarding the structural makeup of CP0, Sabo's databases archived exhaustive, highly accurate logs. As a premier executive of the resistance, his field operations had continually crossed vectors with their phantom vanguards for years. The Revolutionary Army's ultimate objective was the absolute demolition of the World Government, and CP0 functioned as the regime's supreme, direct weapon.
Consequently, the lethal reputation commanded by Rob Lucci was a dataset that resonated with thunderous weight even within Sabo's calculations.
"It's that miserable pigeon-bastard again!!" Luffy's fists compressed into rigid blocks of muscle, his eyes wide and bloodshot as thick, volatile columns of breath steamed furiously from his nostrils.
"During our historical campaign, he was the explicit architect who forcefully extracted Robin from our perimeter!" Chopper added, his small features puffing up with burning, defensive rage.
When it came to the profile of Rob Lucci, the Straw Hat crew harbored a limitless reservoir of deep, unresolved fury. Setting aside the catastrophic trauma he had inflicted by dragging Robin toward Enies Lobby all those years ago, his active systems had now dared to liquidate Vivi's freedom. This breached a sacred boundary their vanguard would mathematically refuse to tolerate!
Nico Robin slowly stepped out from the dense alignment of the crew, her expression cool and absolute. "This time... let our vanguard permanently close the ledger on this historical feud."
The companions cast a swift, fiercely unified glance toward her flank, their heads dropping in a succession of heavy, iron-clad nods.
"Splendid! We shall systematically penetrate their perimeter and tear Vivi back into our custody!" Luffy drove his boot violently into the floorboards, the monumental kinetic pressure causing the massive giant dwelling to execute a distinct shudder.
"Yeah!"
Drake and Sabo traded a sharp, highly critical look, their heads dipping in a silent, synchronized nod of strategic agreement.
"However... what logistics vector can our fleet possibly deploy to intercept their tracking line? Our active databases contain absolute zero parameters detailing exactly what secret black-site they are routing Vivi toward," Usopp noted, his face settling into an expression of intense gravity.
The gathering fell into a dense silence, the collective focus of the room instantly pivoting to lock onto Sabo.
Every alternative unit had only just processed the initial shock of the intelligence; their solitary avenue was to stress-test whether Sabo's networks had successfully compiled any actionable, high-value coordinates.
"The absolute spatial coordinates are already logged within my tracking arrays. Because the assets secured during that ambush incorporate high-ranking Division Commanders of my resistance. However... the chronological variables indicate our timeline has effectively run out," Sabo murmured, his brow furrowing deeply as his mind desperately ran complex simulations to engineer a bypass.
"Let me systematically break down the active parameters of this crisis for your command structures first."
"Understood!" The vanguard tightly closed ranks around his coordinate, their sensory arrays fully primed to absorb Sabo's impending disclosure.
Sabo swiftly structured his thoughts, unrolling the tactical situation before them.
The reality of the crisis had only saturated his own intelligence channels on this very morning, the newspaper having just cleared their local courier grids.
Two prominent Division Commanders of the Revolutionary Army, Princess Vivi of the Arabasta Kingdom, Jewelry Bonney of the Worst Generation.
And finally—the biological framework of the Warlord Bartholomew Kuma.
The exact microsecond that extraction group had successfully cleared the containment grid managed by the two Marine Admirals, they pushed their engines to maximum knots, routing a direct course toward the Revolutionary Army's supreme headquarters.
Yet Rob Lucci had perfectly simulated their escape vector, anchoring an elite CP0 intercept fleet directly across their navigation line to trap their vessel.
Currently, Lucci was driving his secure transport fleet along a direct vector to deliver the captured assets straight into the hyper-secure core of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. A conservative evaluation of the chronological logs verified that roughly twenty-four hours had already elapsed since their capture.
Concurrently, Lucci's estimated time of arrival at the gates of Mary Geoise stabilized at a mere three-day threshold.
This data layout yielded an absolute tactical reality: their alliance was mathematically required to execute a total intercept and rescue within a strict forty-eight-hour window. The exact microsecond the targets crossed the threshold of Mary Geoise, their survival metrics would permanently drop to zero.
Yet their active location was the isolated Kingdom of Elbaf; attempting to navigate a standard maritime cruise from this coordinate to bridge the distance to Mary Geoise would exhaust a baseline timeline of over a week. They would arrive only to find a sterile void, the strategic window long since closed.
"The chronological parameters... are fundamentally impossible to bridge?" The eyes of the Straw Hat vanguard widened in absolute horror.
"Mathematically forbidden! Even if the timeline dictates it is too late, our vanguard shall force the universe to comply!" Luffy swept his arm in a brutal, unyielding arc, his face a mask of pure, stubborn defiance.
POW!
Nami's fist connected square against the crown of Luffy's skull, her tone laced with frantic, exasperated stress. "If the baseline physics dictate the distance cannot be closed, exactly what magic do you intend to deploy to force it?!"
Pivoting her focus instantly onto Sabo, her voice trembled slightly. "Is our network genuinely devoid of alternative tactical methodologies?"
"This... sigh. My own processing units are currently grinding against that exact structural wall," Sabo let out a heavy, defeated sigh.
"My vanguard commands a definitive methodology. We shall comfortably breach the timeline," Drake suddenly declared, his voice cutting through the panic with absolute, icy precision.
His capital ship, the Going Guard, possessed the structural capability to execute a continuous cadence of long-range spatial warps. Navigating a global distance of this scale was an equation that stabilized well within the operational resource margins of his vessel.
"Oh?" Sabo's eyes instantly ignited with a brilliant light. His analytical models finally unsealed the data files tracking the unique properties of Drake's flagship.
Evaluating the reality-bending mechanics governed by that vessel, maintaining a cruise velocity that outperformed standard maritime travel by several hundred percent was a basic baseline performance metric.
"Exactly what classification of methodology does your ship command?!" The Straw Hat crew snapped their absolute focus onto Drake, their intense scrutiny so heavy it nearly caused Drake's internal system to log a trace of awkwardness.
"To lay out the raw data: if my vanguard pushes the Going Guard to operate at its absolute maximum performance ceiling, we shall cleanly close the spatial gap to secure the intercept within a strict twenty-four-hour window—potentially significantly less," Drake stated with iron-clad certainty.
"You assert that your specialized submersible vessel possesses the capacity to bridge that global distance in less than a single day?!" Franky erupted in a high-pitched screech of absolute, technical disbelief. "Does that not imply the absolute knot velocity of your hull outperforms standard ship design by an astronomical factor?!"
"Mm... the unvarnished data projects an even more extreme output..." Drake's verbal response remained highly conservative. Had he unsealed the reality that the Going Guard would be systematically utilizing sequential spatial warp jumps to bypass the ocean entirely, he would have mapped their arrival time well within a twelve-hour window.
"Superb! Our alliance initiates immediate deployment!" Luffy harbored zero cognitive doubt regarding his older brother's data. Compressing both hands into fierce fists, he unleashed a thunderous, sky-shaking shout.