Freyr was standing at the bow of the ship leaning back on the railing. She was currently nursing a cigarette in her relaxed jail which she took occasional drags from. Using her left hand she brushed her hair out of her face and back behind her ears, doing the same with her right. Her left hand was still covered in bandages besides her finger tips as her burns still have not healed. 

She looked out from the bow of the ship and across the water to the island Abfall. Home of what everyone was calling "The Gray War". She could understand why the world government wanted it back as she took it in. She could see where once beautiful buildings stood instead of the ruins they had practically become from all of the fighting that has been happening here over the past few months. It honestly saddened her to see something someone once called a home turned into a war zone. How many lives have been lost? How many have yet to be lost? No one could possibly know. Turning away her back to the island she puts her left index finger and thumb on the cigarette in her mouth, pulling it away as she exhaled some smoke. She made her away towards the captain quarters and was about to enter when the Den Den mushi that were around the ship came to life, brought out of their sleep by the commander of this small fleet's voice.

The ship Freyr had command of the left most ship in the fleet of five, their ship being the only one from the blues which is probably why Freyr had command as she is one of the only, if the only person who had experience being in command on the ship, as the rest were practically recruits. Course the fact that they didn't assign a captain to this ship practically said they thought they could trust whoever was commanding it to NOT crash it into anything...And to man it properly. 

Drawing herself from her thought she actually caught the last of the announcement as she was lost in thought for most of it. "Also,please will those I spoke to earlier come to the guide ship." Ah, that meant she was up. She put her cigarette back in front in her mouth holding it with her left index finger and middle finger, and takes a long drag before sighing out. She turned to look around the deck, before giving a look towards on of the marines that were on the deck working. Calling him over she said to him in an authoritive voice "Get Ensign Emil and Recruit Vincent and tell them to meet me on the Guide ship. We have a meeting to get to." The marine would salute before jog. Freyr watched him go while taking another drag before exhaling the smoke and flicking the ash off the tip of it. 

Freyr walked towards the right side of the ship before stopping about five feet away. She then turns her feet into gunpowder before igniting it turning her feet into mini rockets. Flying about ten meters into the air, she puts the cigarette in her mouth before flying quickly (T3 Speeds) towards the guide ship. she reaching it in less then a minute, she would slowly lower herself, she would stop feeding gunpowder into her rocket feet before dropping the last two feet to the deck where she would land without so much of a thud. A few marines looked at her surprised by the fact she flew over to the ship, some in the ships she passed over were also looking after here. Ignoring the looks she would take a drag before taking the ash off her cigarette before walking towards the Vice Admiral's quarters. 

Freyr reached the quarters in only a few minutes as she walked at a sedated pace. She would knock on the Vice admiral's door before pushing into it where she would freeze. Eyes widening surprised at the sight of who she knew as the Celestial Dragon Hiroko, and his golden bodyguard. She would quickly put on a stoic mask of uninterest. Saluting to the Vice admiral, she would walk to the right side of the room (from the door) and lean against the wall with her arms crossed as she looked at the Vice admiral waiting for him to speak, her cigarette still in her mouth giving off smoke that climbed to the ceiling, lazily.
 

Freyr was leaning against the right wall of the vice admirals office watching the Celestial Dragon from the corner of her eye. She still has a very big distrust of Celestial Dragon's and this one was no different from the other except that they joined the marines. That didn't say a thing to her, as shown on Yotsuba, Celestial Dragons are just fat pigs that are out for their own gain. 

Freyr would take a drag of her cigarette before sighing out some smoke as Emil came into the office. Freyr would turn her attention to Emil, and watched him walk over. She would nod to him if their eyes met, or when he stopped besides her crossing his own arms. The corner of her right eyebrow would twitch, not from annoyance, but more from the image they practically looked like now. Like two thugs eyeing up a rival gang across a bar room. Which in all honestly this practically was, as there was bad blood between Freyr and the Celestial dragon, even if the Dragon didn't know it. But Freyr knew what open rebellion against a Dragon would do, and she wanted to keep her life in the marines, instead of being labeled as a rebel. 

Freyr was drawn out of her thoughts when the door opened again with Vincent ducking in. He was obviously just as surprised as she was that the Celestial Dragon from Yotsuba was here, though she couldn't really tell if he was mad or not, but she assumed not as Freyr was the only person to really get to know Kolby. Course he know doubt knew that Freyr was pissed at this situation, if he doesn't then she highly questions how he didn't learn from her rampage on Yotsuba. 

She was dragged out of her thoughts yet again, god this is going to be a running theme with these people as her crew mates isn't it? Anyway, she was dragged out of her thoughts yet again as Vincent dragged a chair away from the Vice Admiral's desk and over to where she and Emil were standing. He would put it so the back of the chair was to the wall, and right next to Freyr. After he sat down he would whisper her apologizes for being late which she would simply nod in acknowledgement as she takes another drag and sighing out more smoke. 

Freyr wondered to herself wither or not it was bad to make someone's office smell like smoke...It was probably fine as the Vice Admiral hasn't said anything to her about it. Though she did root around inside her jacket pulling out a tin box, the side of which slide out to reveal past cigarette ashes she had yet to clean out. Tapping the ashes of her cigarette into the tin, she would close it and put it back in her inside pocket. 

It was only a few moments after she put her tin away that the vice admiral started talking, how considerate of him is what Freyr thought to herself. With her full attention on the Vice Admiral she would only watch the Dragon out of the corner of her eye. When he spoke about this being the biggest thing in their careers yet, she could only think about the pirate invasion on Yotsuba and how she and her crew stopped it, but she nodded her head after a minute of contemplation, knowing the Vice Admiral was correct. Freyr would have a look of fiery determination on her eyes at the mention of her crew mates dying. Like hell that was going to happen on her watch, she wasn't going to let some of her closest members die, no matter what it cost her. 

When the Vice admirals offered up the papers, a limb of gunpowder shot out from her foot and stopped just before the papers. The limp would split into five separate limbs, each grabbing a paper from the stack, which each one would go towards a separate person. Each limb would present the paper to everyone present that wasn't the Vice Admiral. For the Dragon, she would present it to them on an elegant stand made of gunpowder. While she wasn't the best when it came to making ornamental stuff, as she used her gunpowder for actual fighting, she did try her best. If the papers were taken the separate limbs would return to Freyr in a black wave, if they weren't the limbs would deposit the paper's back on the Vice Admiral's desk.

Freyr would look over the mission details, committing them to memory. She wasn't going to go into this invasion unprepared, there was a reason the Marines hadn't been able to take this island after all this time, so she was NOT going to make any mistakes. She would listen to the Vice Admiral while reading over the details herself, her brow furrowing in concern. This Ren Actimel sounded like the most dangerous person on this island, for the Revolutionary's at any rate. If he was the world's strongest then that cleared up why the Marines weren't making nearly as much headway as they should be, for Ren could enter any battle the Revolutionary's were losing and turn the entire tide. Not to mention his lieutenant, Bishop, while not as strong or as deadly, had a reputation to back him up. While normally reputation alone could be bluffed or exaggerated, the fact that a Vice Admiral was warning them to stay away meant this was no exaggerated rumor, This was the real deal. Yes, this explains why it is taking so long to actually take back the island, if they had two monsters like them on the island.

When the Vice Admiral told them about who was leading this entire thing made her look up at him in shock and confusion. The Fleet Admiral himself was leading this entire operation and it had still taken this long? It almost made her lose her cigarette. Which the news actually did, but she reactionary caught it with some gunpowder gripping the none lit end of course. She quickly grabbed it and put it back in her mouth, putting her mask of stoic uninterest back on, though her mind bubbling with new found respect and horror for the Revolutionary that were somehow managing to hold the island for this long. 

Freyr quickly took a few short drags of her cigarette before doing one long exhale of smoke, calming herself down. She then considered what the Revolutionary's could be doing that it would take this long. She considered the obvious things first and for most, which were Guerrilla tactics, booby traping everything, and sabotage. But surely the Fleet Admiral came up with counter plans to those...Freyr would begin tapping her chin with the mission details, as she deeply considered what could be making this take so long. She honestly couldn't think of anything, but she didn't have a full detailed report about the war in front of her to go over, so she considered what she knew and compared it with what she knew of the Revolutionary's capabilities as a fighting force. She could come up with several things, but before she could think deeper into, she, and everyone else there, were dismissed. 

Freyr would salute the Vice Admiral before turning towards the door deep in thought. She was still mulling over the possibilities in front of her, wondering exactly why it was taking so long if they had fire power advantage, the Fleet Admiral who was known for being a Master Strategist, and a CP0 members who could most likely infiltrate anything on this island...She came to a few conclusions, one involving one of the main goals of the war, the weapon made by the Vinsmokes. She could understand why it would give even the Fleet Admiral pause if it was unknown. Who knows what the rumored weapon could be capably of? Not to even mention the fact that if the Revolutionary's had it in their hands, which they undoubtedly did, it would call into question that they would most likely use it to stop the Marines from being able to push very far. But if they had the rumored weapon, why not use it? Did they not understand how it worked? That was one of the many cases, as the fact that they haven't used it showed, because if they had used it this war would most likely be over by now.

Freyr would open the door before walking out, her face showing how deep in thought she was, as she didn't seem to notice anything about her surroundings. She would continue walking towards the area in which she landed on the ship, before promptly turning her feet into gunpowder and igniting it. Going ten meters into the air, she would then start flying back towards the ship she had command of, which was the one on the far left of the formation. She would land on the deck of her ship without so much of a thud before walking to the bow of the ship and look out over the water towards the island, as if she was trying to pierce through the mysteries of the island with her eyes.

Her eyes would catch the glint of something bright, squinting her eyes she would look closer at it, when suddenly the guide ship blew up in a flume of fire a wreckage. The boats to the side of the guide ship would be hit with bits of flaming debris but wouldn't catch anything on fire. All the ships would start panicking wondering what happened to the guide ship and why it exploded. It would be chaos on each ship as conflicting commands were given out.

Freyr herself would look in horror at the situation, as the guide ship was practically turn vertically in half by some giant shell of a gun. Freyr herself would whip he head back towards the shore, looking to see what had fired it, but she would see nothing. Fighting down her panic she would look back towards the guide ship. She then realized what had happened, their head of command was just severed completely, like the head of the snake being chopped off, leaving every other ship, the body of the snake, to squirm before it finally died.

Fishing around in her pocket for her den den mushi, she would pull it out and unhook the radio from the side of its shell, making it alert. She would then announce in an authoritative voice, trying to match how she would hear a drill Sargent, or captain of a marine base talking to its crew. "This is Ensign Freyr calling all ships, I'll be taking command in this emergency situation. Every ship is to get to your battle stations and take evasive maneuvers. I want spotters on the shore looking for what just took out the guide ship! As soon as we are within range I want all forward cannons to fire barrages on the land, I want it reduced to rubble! We shall continue on with the plan of getting a foot hold here! Be ready for combat at any moment! We don't know what the enemy is capable of so I won't everyone on their guard ready to retaliate!"

Freyr would sign off of the den den mushi as she issued the same commands she gave to every ship to the one she was on. She would bark the orders and motion for Emil and Vincent to come to her. "Emil, Vincent, I want you to go to the remains of the guide ship and get everyone you can out of the ship before it sinks, minimize casualties as best you can and get everyone you can, but don't risk yourselves, we can't risk our fighting force saving people, because if we do we will just lose more people." Freyr would say this all with a determined and serious voice as her eyes would flick between Emil and Vincent, waiting for their replies.
 

Freyr stood there at the bow of the ship with her arms at her side as she held her den den mushi in her right hand, the arm being at an almost complete ninety degree angle. She was furiously biting the butt of her cigarette which was a bad habit to have as you could accidentally swallow some of the tobacco inside it, but considering she blew up things to relieve her stress whats one more bad habit to add to it? She had just ordered Emil and Vincent to go and help whoever was still in the guide ship. She was thinking about what the hell it had been hit with. It obviously wasn't standard equipment so it meant that the Revolutionary's had obviously rooted around through the destroyed buildings and found them. That meant they could of had one or one hundred for all they knew. But if they had a hundred of those they would of obviously knew them by now. 

Freyr then would begin to order the different ships to the best of her ability, telling different ships to focus parts of the coast, while telling others to fire on other specific parts. When the Revolutionary's started firing back, she would of course have the ships focus their artillery placements, however despite doing her best, they simply she simply couldn't help but wonder how hunkered down the revolutionary's were, how long had they known they would try and assault this port in specific? Were all ports like this? If so then she would have to inform whoever she could contact to avoid trying to even assault ports since they would be so heavily guarded and instead make landfall at some non urban areas and make some ground assaults. Freyr filed all of this to the back of her mind as she continued barking orders. 

Freyr's ship itself was struck on the port side by an artillery shell causing some of the men she was in charge of to fall from the rigging. Freyr would quickly extend out from her back, hands of gunpowder and catch the falling marines before placing them gently on the deck. She couldn't see that shells that were bombarding them so she couldn't actually shoot them mid air and hopefully destroy them, so she resigned herself to ordering the ships and catching those that fell from the ringings and hopefull the ones that fell overboard.

To say Freyr was stressed at having command of all these ships would be...Stretching it so to speak. While yes she was stressing at the possibility of losing all of these men, she was also feeling exuberant about all the explosions going off around here, feeling her with a buzzed feeling. This was making her feel quite weird, not bad, but not good either. Like she was stuck within limbo of her own psychotic mind and her feelings of being a responsible leader.

It was a little less then halfway through the battle when the first ship went down from the Revolutionary's fire. When it happened she would again order Emil and Vincent to go and get whoever they could get out, but to not risk themselves again. She wasn't going to lose her direct subordinates here. Thats not to say she didn't care about all of the men on all of these ships she suddenly had command of, she did care, but she put Emil and Vincent higher. That fact also hurt her however, because how could a commander value some men more then others? She pushed those thoughts away however and continued giving commands.

It was when the second ship went down about thirty minutes later that she began to worry, as their fighting strength had just been cut down to half trying to take the port ALONE! And they didn't have nearly enough information on the actual town to make her feel good about moving out as soon as they landed. She however kicked that thought down the the road, as she again gave the order to Emil and Vincent to save who they could, but not to risk themselves. She kept getting the feeling that she was going to need to rely on them for the coming fight the more she ordered them to get survivors. 

It was only after that the Revolutionary's stopped fighting their guns that Freyr began to wonder if they had managed to take the bay. It didn't matter if they did or not, they would have to doc anyway considering the amount of damage each of the ships had taken meant they were going to have to dock anyway. Each of the remaining three ships were heavily damaged, to the point Freyr even wondered if they could dock before they started sinking. Replacing her cigarette with a new on as the one she was smoking through the entire battle had gone done to the butt, she put her den den mushi into her left hand as she used her right hand to make a mini explosions lighting the end of her cigarette. She was about to order one final barrage before they moved in to actually dock that the Vice Admiral Hachi gave out his order: "LISTEN! STOP FIRING! WE STILL HAVE COMRADES AT THE PORT!" Freyr would whip around to look at the Vice Admiral, questions in her eyes, but she would quickly say into her Den den mushi "Hold you fire! I Repeat Hold your fire! We have friendly's still in the port! All ships make for the dock and weigh anchor, get your wounded priority treatment." She would say before hanging up and walk towards the Vice Admiral. 

Freyr would crouch beside the Admiral as he started writing the locations of the marines still in the port. Freyr would pick her den den mushi up and begin giving the locations that were written, wanting whoever was combat ready to search the locations, before giving orders to reinforce the port, and set up defenses. She would look down at the obviously dying Vice Admiral before turning to stand at his feet, giving him a prim and proper salute. "It was an honor working with you Vice Admiral Hachi. No matter how short that time was." Freyr would say her eyes watering but she would cry no tears. Not here. Freyr would stand like that for Hachi's final moments before going back to barking orders, working the marines hard so they didn't, no, couldn't greave about the death of the Vice Admiral.

When the three ships managed to dock, the marines would go off an do one of four jobs. One was to reinforce the port so as to have it be a place they could defend should they need to. Second was to go to the given locations and search for the marines. Third was to take up defensive positions to cover the people reinforcing the actual port. And fourth was for people to get the wounded off the ships and in shelter where they could be better treated. 

Freyr herself would be accompanied by a few marines, which she would ask for a few things. "Do we have a map of the city? If not then get me some volunteers to go out and scout, I'm not walking in there blind. You, get me the people that the Vice Admiral called to his office I want to hold a meeting to decide out next plan of action." Freyr would command the different marines, before standing in the middle of the courtyard, furiously gnawing on the butt of her cigarette as she considered what could be waiting for them in there. Obviously there would be booby traps and ambushes, but besides the obvious what else could be in there? Freyr just simply didn't have enough information. Freyr had a thought Dawn on her. 

"Someone get me a den den mushi that connects to the main base! I need to make a report!" Freyr would be handed one quickly which she would unhook the microphone and as soon as it is picked up she would begin giving her report. "This is Ensign Freyr emergency commander of the force that was coming in from the south. I'm calling to give a damage report. As soon as we entered the bay we were attacked by some weapon the Revolutionary's managed to get a hold of. I didn't get a clear look but it sent the guide ship which Vice Admiral Hachi was in charge of in flames. We managed to save a few but Vice Admiral Hachi was far to wounded. We lost three ships and almost half our fighting force. We cannot leave the port we managed to take as our ships are to heavily damaged. Requesting orders sir." Freyr would say all of this in a serious manor as she watched the marines go about doing as she commanded of them.