Absolute Justice, Graceful Execution

Marigold would notice that a majority of these charts, graphs, and other things were actually recorded and signed by the Taskforce known as Grandioso. It was famous for it's crew's ability to gather information and Intel, as well as their tenacity to exemplify marines and their duties. Taskforces were ultimately within her jurisdiction to organize and call back, but it seemed as though Higher ups had called for Grandioso to take on the younger of the two Coleson Brother, one that had recently acquired and eaten the Dance Dance Devil Fruit; and had been using it to cannibalize other pirate groups to join the Coleson Armada. What's more, another taskforce, Mortar, had been ordered to intercept a separate group that was attempting to join up with the armada. Marigold had been given jurisdiction of the rest, their orders clear and simple, to assist in defeating the Elder Coleson Brother, Jackson Coleson, or to be used by Marigold to perform strike operations on other pirate crews she deemed an immediate threat.

Jackson was the first to set sail, and intel suggested that he was far more simple than his younger brother. Where the man had gained his infamy was his ridiculous strength, as well as sheer size. In all honesty, he was not someone that Marigold was use to fighting, but this wasn't a one on one fight. Jackson already kept a majority of the armada with him at all times, keeping them as his personal army that he could order and boss around. This was going to be an all out naval battle, and if anything the likelihood of outright fighting him one on one would be minimal if she didn't want to. Still, considering the orders she had given the other task forces, that would depend. A knock would occur on her door, as a Marine called through, "Madam Commodore, may I enter please?"

The marine stepped in, a Captain from the looks of his coat, as he stood at salute. He wasn't a taskforce captain. They had a certain flair to their style. A freedom given to them as they rarely had to deal with the beuracracy of higher ranked officers. Officers such as Marigold. "Commadore Marigold, We have confirmation of the Enemy on the horizon. Reports say that we are facing a small fleet of 5 ships, one which is of dreadnaught class." Dreadnaught class ships were a rarity amongst the blues. Hell, usually only the Emperors or Warlords of the Grand Line had such ships. For the Coleson Brothers to have had time to build one indicated just how free they had been allowed to roam. "The Dreadnaught class ship still seems to be under construction, as it's missing sails and masts. As intel reports have said, it seems as though the other four ships are hauling it forward. We should be able to engage them within the hour. Many of the Taskforces are awaiting orders on how you wish to approach the situation."

The situation was clear now. While the Coleson Brothers had been building a dreadnaught class ship, it seemed that they weren't too smart. Firstly, Marigold knew that the pathway into Reverse Mountain was dangerous and narrow. Marine ships were often too large to enter, with the exception of very small Taskforce crews. The elder of the two brothers was not known for his intelligence, as opposed to the younger. The higher ups had taken advantage of the rush the Newspaper had created to force action rather than allow a build up. Had the papers not exposed Operation Whitewaters, the dreadnaught could have been finished and fully operational. So why had she been left so far out of the loop on this? Was command thinking she had been the leak of information, or were they attempting to find the mole?

Either way, the important part was planning a course of action.

The captain watched her face turn to a cold glare, before giving her orders, and then quickly nodded. Leaving for a moment, he would quickly return with a broad range announcement snail that seemed to be sleeping until it's flip was switched.

The ship that Marigold was on, the Dreadnaught S.S. Snow Maiden was a marine that operated as a mobile battle fortress, not nearly as impressive as a place such as Marineford or Impel Down; but it was basically a fortress that allowed for a Commodore to not only create a mobile repair and resupply station; but a powerful weapon to use against massive fleets. The marines were moving quickly as they began to load cannons as the signal to prepare for battle rang out. From her room, Marigold could open her window in order to see the entire battlefield, the open sea expanding with only a few large rocks that outcropped before them. They were places the Dreadnaught couldn't sail anywhere near, least they take major damage. In the distance, was her opponent. it appeared as though it was a small ship at the distance, but it was an illusion, as the four smaller ships that dragged the bigger one were warships. It was like a brown stain in the distance; and a stain to the North Blue's influence and authority. Technically, most of the North blue was indeed under the World Government alliance, and the Colesons couldn't assault a kingdom of decent size. Yet this was built to challenge justice.

Marigold would have access to the Iron Net; a formation where marine ships were attached with special chains to act as a method to capture ships that tried to sail around. There were other formations, but if what she had clarified was clear, she had basically ordered the Taskforces to go in and destroy the Warships, as men and women began to quickly get onto their assigned taskforce ship, each one generally in the navy's colors; but also each unique in their own way. Many were pursuers; or fighting forces; though each were prepared to fight. In comparison to the Warships in the distance, it was like sending dogs after a bull. They could do it, but the possibility of damages was inevitable. "Taskforces have been given the order to prepare for battle and to head out. Anything else ma'am?" He asked, before waiting for her orders.

This was her place, Marigold standing over the battlefield as a command to organize her forces to crush the enemy to all justice. What she asked, they would do. What she ordered, they would comply. For absolute justice!

The Marines kept to their work and orders as the speaker line opened up. No one had the time to stop, but a many did turn their heads to hear a bit better. Each of the Marines seemed even more determined as Commodore Marigold gave a speech that was aimed to make her point clear. She wanted everyone to do not only what needed to be done, but have it done yesterday, because that was how this situation was. The fact they were held back from getting rid of the problem as opposed to just keeping them away from the World Government Countries was not only a shared sentiment. It was a desired one. Her influence, training protocols, and even strictness of her order in the North blue set a standard of justice.

And now they were finally allowed to put everything they believed into full force. "FOR ABSOLUTE JUSTICE!" A Cry was heard through the entire dreadnaught. Even the Captain behind her stated as such. Once she was done, and gave her next order, he nodded while still in a salute. "Yes Commodore!" He said, before quickly heading to get her drink. However, not even a minute after this, her personal snail from Marineford began to cry out it's iconic Peroperoperopero! She could choose to ignore it, but perhaps she could also get answers if she answered it. Of course she also needed to prepare her own armament and weaponry. There was also the fact that she'd need to clarify a plan of action to accurately guarantee the destruction of the Dreadnaught so that it could not be recovered. Cannon fire could only do so much against such a boat; and there was no doubt that the need to board it was a guarantee. Of course if the battle went poorly due to lack of planning, the same could be said of her own ship, where the Coleson Brother would no doubt challenge her to make a statement if he did get on board.

"Commadore Marigold. This is Grand Fleet Admiral Saint.", The snail stayed with a commanding and burly deep voice that could only be described as that of a veteran years in the making. Of all the ranks, Grand Fleet Admiral was the highest. It was also the one who reported directly to the World Government, and those who controlled it. "I presume that you are already making significant progress on the Coleson Brothers Assault, yes? If so, then I must make this clear. The World Government would like for you to capture that Dreadnaught.
While it is not a standard model for marine Dreadnaughts, we can still utilize it for the upcoming mission. Operation:Whitewaters can only prove to benefit by gaining the firepower.
Do you have any questions or concerns? "

For the Grand fleet Admiral to suddenly pull this up, and state that the order was given by the World government was.... Awkward. While Marigold did not know the Grand Fleet Admiral that well, his stance was to protect the Marine's allies while destroying pirates when possible. "This may be thr last time we end up speaking or exchanging information. I understand that your authority has been undermined for the past few months. You at least deserve to be given knowledge on things happening in your region of control."

The Fleet Admiral was silent for a bit, but then the snail's stern looking eyes drooped and a frown was seen on it, as he continued, "Your Father was better at hiding his emotions. I know that you're expected to act a certain way; but that can also breed discontent. I'd rather you be blunt with me when I ask, than for you to bottle your dissatisfaction Mahonia. It can lead you to making irrational decisions or worse, clouding your judgment like with your old man."

The words were clear as the snail kept it's eyes on her. Encrypted snails wouldn't show anything more than expressions of whoever was talking. so Fleet Admiral Saint's face wasn't visible. "With that said.... I won't dwell on this if you insist. But at some point, you'll need to know the workings of those who fund us, and why we are ordered to do things. Never the less, if you have more important issues to deal with, I'll leave you be to do so." The snail confirmed, before waiting a few more moments for any sort of response.