(Third Person POV)
[Egghead Island, Some Time Later]
Inside the laboratories of Dr. Vegapunk, Radahn and Black Maria waited for him. The large figure of the former pirate was an imposing sight for the assistant scientists, who were squirming about. Radahn was in his regular form, wearing a dark outfit of black pants and a grey shirt, a large black coat over his shoulders as he had his arms crossed.
"Where the hell is he?" Radahn said with an annoyed tone, "Get me Vegapunk now, dammit!!"
Black Maria was wearing her usual kimono, covered in another robe with fur trim, covering her body but still had her cleavage exposed. She had a slight smile on her face, looking down at her man.
"Calm yourself, love." She said, "This man might be busy."
"Tch...." Radahn said, "Sailed all the way over here and his stupid beasts were attacking the ship."
"You dealt with them, don't worry about it." Maria said, "Calm down. I'll give you a nice blowjob when we're done here if you calm down. Remember who you told to behave, haha..."
Radhan rolled his eyes, "Whatever..."
As this happened, a figure emerged through a set of sliding doors. It looked to be a tall and thin man wearing a black coat and a black glass helmet. He had his hands in his pockets, slowly reaching them.
"Radahn." He said, "Or should I say, former Rear-Admiral."
Radahn narrowed his eyes, "Shaka." He said, "Don't call me that shit."
"I pulled your files." Shaka said, "You turned down a promotion to Vice-Admiral because you were clashing in ideals with fellow Marines back in your Navy Days. And not just that, a certain incident regarding-"
"Shut up." Radahn pulled out a black box from his pocket, "Where is the Old Man? I need to hand this to him."
"Stella is currently busy, I can deliver that to him." Shaka said, offering his hand to him, "As you are aware, I am Vegapunk as well."
"Yes, yes. One of his Satellites." Radahn said, "But I rather speak to the old fart directly."
"Is that something from the Iron Kingdom? Is the King relaying messages now?" Shaka asked, "Worry not, anything regarding the Iron Kingdom is kept under strict monitoring. The Government will not find out, information is being filtered after all."
"Where is he?" He said, tossing the box over to him, "I need to speak to him about another matter. Whatever the Iron King wants with you lot is not my concern, he simply wanted me to be his courier."
"Of course." Shaka said, "Might I ask what you want with him? He is quite busy at the moment."
"A personal request." Radahn said, "Don't push it further. I need to speak with the main man."
"Very well." Shaka turned around, "Follow me. Just so you know, the two of you are criminals, so we'll be on guard."
"Why?" Radahn said as he and Maria followed Shaka, "Don't trust me?"
"I don't trust a former member of the Beasts Pirates." Shaka told him, "You might as well bring Kaido at your tail."
"If Kaido comes, I'll push him away." Radahn said, "Don't underestimate me."
"Hm." Shaka said
Several minutes later, they entered a large chamber where massive tanks containing a dark liquid were stored. At the base, an old man with a large tongue was working on a terminal, a small robot next to him.
"I'm telling you, Edison!" Vegapunk exclaimed, "We need to complete this project by the end of the day so we continue our-"
"I know I know!" Edison exclaimed, "But if we continue on these projects any longer, we'll delay the whole Mother Fla-"
Shaka cleared his throat, "Stella, we have a visitor."
Vegapunk turned around, looking at Radahn and Black Maria, standing several dozen meters away from them.
"Oh." Vegapunk wiped his hands on his lab coat, "If it isn't Radahn. What may you be doing here, might I ask?"
Radahn nodded at Shaka, who had the box in his hands, "Delivered something from the Iron King." He said, "He told me you knew what to do with that."
"O-Oh, yes." Vegapunk said with a nod, "Of course. Thank you for that. This will benefit him quite a lot, if the Government doesn't find out about it."
Radahn nodded and crossed his arms, "Another thing, Vegapunk." He said, "You owe me."
Vegapunk frowned, "I guess I do owe you a debt." he said, "I figured when you'd come to collect. But to think you'd bring a criminal to my doorstep, I am a bit nervous."
"Black Maria is my woman, worry not about her." Radahn said, "Where I go, she goes."
"Hm...Yes." Vegapunk said, "I am aware of your sudden antics, Radahn. Once a respected warrior of the Navy turned into a lecherous man who beds anyone. Don't think I didn't find out about what you've done with one of my satellites, York."
Radahn smirked and shrugged, "Heh..."
"I find it rather weird that you'd be so willing to bed a clone of a man, but I suppose I am at fault for making her into a woman." Vegapunk shook his head
"Oh please." Radahn scoffed, "I'm sure that there are others who jerk it at the thought of York's fat ass."
"What a vulgar man." Edison muttered
"Anyways." Radahn said as he stepped forward, "That is exactly why I am here, Vegapunk. You owe me a debt, so I am here to collect. I want York."
"What?!" Edison exclaimed, "What are talking about?!"
"That is quite the request, Radahn." Shaka spoke up, "To want York, one of the Vegapunk satellites is not something we could humor."
Maria glanced down at Radahn, who merely shook his head.
"No, let me explain." Radahn said, "While my few times with York were nice, I don't want her exactly. She is connected to you lot through that thing, Punk Records. Whatever she experiences, you would eventually find out."
"That is correct." Shaka said
"So, Vegapunk." Radahn pointed his finger at Stella, "I want you to make me a York clone, free of Punk Records completely."
"She will be one of my wives."