Bubblehead Hubble, and Floating Troubles

Hubble B Nostra, a member of the aristocratic Nostra family who were influential in the East Blue. While the family had connections and were usually accepted as functional members, Hubble herself only had one calling, which meant she was ultimately the odd one out. Thankfully, a member of the World Government, specifically in the research and development department had noticed her strange yet amazing mind, and fascination with round objects. For that reason, he had offered a job for her, and with her family’s approval given only because it would further increase their status as an aristocratic family with connections to the World Government; they accepted.



Over several years, the girl would find herself in one location or another. Most of her research was performed in the grand line or various blues, and most were of ruins. Despite her fascination and obsession of the aliens that she desired to find evidence for, her work ultimately concluded with her clarifying what wasn’t alien. Her co-workers were quick to pick up those bits that she discarded, taking credit and stating that she was their primary analysis, despite her doing most of the work. This led her to be ignored; and allowed her more freedom in a sense, despite the fact that her colleagues called her a Bubblehead. Her feelings towards this treatment was unknown to the scientists, but more than that was the fact that recently Hubble had noticed something strange.



Many of the ruins she had researched upon had one common denominator. The mentioning of shapes in the skies. Specifically within the clouds. That of circles, or islands, or people with wings. These things mostly coincided with something rising or falling, though the scientists stated and emphasized that it was not something she should take as a literal meaning. “They are talking of the rise and fall of a civilization. The action of becoming a strong nation or island, and then being reduced to ruin for various reasons. If you take everything literally Bubblehead Hubble then you’re going to be considered the laughing stock of this group until the day you retire.” Largo Bulivor stated, a scientist who focused on compiling her information into “useful” and “useless” argued as he cut and divided her thesis papers and split them apart. He was an assistant, yet even he was respected more compared to herself.



Of course, eventually, something interesting had to happen……

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Their most recent expedition had landed them on Half Moon Island, a remote place within the South Blue that was perfectly shaped like a half circle despite the fact that such a phenomenon shouldn’t have been possible. The ruins were for the most part, located within a dense jungle; and while a majority of life on this island was harmless, the Marines that acted as their body guards and their captain, Miguel Huris stood watch. Hubble’s Colleagues were currently on lunch break, eating various things collected or made by themselves or the guards who provided such things. Of course, whatever Hubble was doing the other colleagues didn’t care. The faster she completed her Bubble headed theories, the faster they would be able to leave this humid bubble of problems.



Miguel on the other hand was diligent, the marine with a slicked back brown hair and ponytail walked up to the group, his square face looking more like that of a stone statue that was ruined and on the ground a few yards away than the average person. Looking at each of them, Miguel suddenly looked perplexed. “Where is Hubble Nostra?” He asked, unsure if the scientist had once again wandered off into the ruins, or if she was just somewhere out of his immediate sight. She was small compared to most adults there, so he leaned to and fro, as he searched to see if maybe she was eating food in the shadow of another scientist.