#s-crocodile

I really want S-Crocodile to be the one rebelling out of all the Seraphim. Come to think of it, Crocodile was one of the first Shichibukai, probably THE first, let say, patient ZERO. So, maybe, S-Croc is the first Seraphim. And, as it usually happens, first attempts at anything will result in something less than perfect (well, at least, usually they do). I feel like there can be a little breach in his programming or something similar, and given that he and other Seraphim are aiming towards Empty Bluffs, perhaps it would be the perfect opportunity to showcase that!

The battle with Seraphim never starts, cause amidst all of the preparations S-Croc rebels and somehow discourages his fellow Seraphim from listening to the orders. Maybe Seraphim go their separate ways, while S-Croc takes a Vise-Admiral with him as his way of making an entering contribution to the Cross Guild.

The Seraphim. Cyborgs made from the blood of the Shichibukai and the Last Lunarian. Intended as living weapons utterly loyal to the World Government. They are programmed with knowledge of their Warlord source and that source’s powers and abilities. Programming is a complex thing though, adding in how the living form likes to throw a wrench in the plans of many, and now the Seraphim have slowly gained their own sense of self. 

S-Crocodile knows that compared to the other Seraphim she stood out. They all stood out in their own ways. S-Bat stood out due to his odd form. S-Shark is part Fishman. S-Bear is large yet very docile. S-Flamingo’s bombasticness, to put it one way. S-Hawk will freak out if you even just touch his sword. And don’t get her started on S-Snake, the only other female of their little group of Seraphim. Yet she feels like an odd one out.

The Warlord she is modeled after, Sir Crocodile, is a Logia user. Sadly, Logia’s aren’t a fruit that Doctor Vegapunk has figured out how to replicate. And more importantly to some, Crocodile is a man. How is she who she is? The other Seraphim matched their Warlord source, the main differences coming from their Lunarian side. So why is she different? Did Vegapunk make a mistake? Or is this intentional on the Doctor’s part?

She did not know for certain, none of the other Seraphim do, and asking the doctor or his assistants is tough, they are either distracted or change the topic. None of those that they have met from beyond Egghead can answer, for they are not privy to that information themselves. Snapping S-Crocodile from her thoughts, a voice sounded over the speaker system.

Title: Makeover

Fandom: One Piece

Rating: T

Content warnings: misgendering, canon-typical violence

Characters: Hina, S-Crocodile, S-Bat (Crocodile’s and Moria’s Seraphim)

Ship: none

Prompt used : Restraining Bolt

Summary: Hina tries to bond with the living weapons placed under her care.

Excerpt:

“This is an authority chip,” Kizaru said, holding up the device. “It makes you, what do the kids call it these days? The daddy.”

“The kids don’t call it that,” Sentomaru said, with a weariness that suggested they’d had this argument before.

“You give them an order while you’re holding this, hmm? And they’ll obey. Scratch your nose, children.”

The Seraphim complied, some with more visible reluctance than others. The one with the plaid trousers stuck out his tongue. Kizaru slid the authority chip across the table to Hina. “Why don’t you try it? Be the daddy.”

She took the device and turned it between her fingers. Everyone’s eyes were glued to her, waiting. “Say hello,” she said helplessly.

“Hello,” said six childish voices at once. A seventh, louder voice accompanied them from the other side of the door.

“We’ll start with an easy mission, Rear Admiral, hmm?” Kizaru said. “Something with low stakes, few chances of going wrong. We’ll be sending you to Opportunity Island. A smuggler’s den, though it’s abandoned at this time of the year. You will tell the Seraphim to destroy it.”

Hina dropped the chip and wiped her hands on her trousers. “Hina doesn’t like this,” she said. “It’s - it feels wrong.”

“I told you we’d run into this issue,” Tsuru told Kizaru.

“The age-old problem, isn’t it?” Kizaru said. “Those who can be trusted to wield this kind of power don’t want it. What’s wrong, Rear Admiral?”

The Seraphim inspected Hina, some with curiosity and some with indifference. “They’re too much like real children,” she admitted.

“Giving them the likeness of people was a bad idea,” Kizaru said, still staring off into space. “Glue some eyes on a rock and people will give it a name. Make your weapons look like children and people will want to braid their hair and buy them candy. But what can we do about it, hmm? The die has been cast. We need your help, Rear Admiral. What will happen if she doesn’t help us, Tsuru?”

“If good people refuse the job, bad people will end up doing it,” Tsuru muttered. At once, Hina understood that this was the argument that had convinced her.

“Be kind,” Kizaru said. “Treat them like people, if you must. It’s not so different from ordering cadets, isn’t it?”