C was left in the repair bay for about three months, it would've taken a whole year if it weren't for the repair buckets. Yet her repairs were almost done. Of course she could go right now because the repairs that made her at least able to function and fight were long over. Her class required much more repair that instant repair buckets tended to not work and rather only decreased the time. On the actual Calkiron it took about twenty years to build, and that was with all the advances in tech. She didn't know how repair would go with replacing parts, crew, and other things. But she had the spirit of the famous warship, not the real thing. Rush however was a Rush class, somewhat a patrol boat or recon ship.

Easily built, Easily sunk.

C wondered how the small ship made it this far saying she was technically the smallest ship class here, almost ranging into a fighter craft or troop transport. C wondered more things as she looked at the holographic timer. She flicked it away and drifted into thought. C wondered where the name ship of her class was. Maybe already sunk, if not there was no spirit saying the real ship was never sunk. But of course that was false for many saw the ship sink in deep space. Or maybe there was some other reason for no spirit, or rather the one with the spirit wished to keep it secret.

But still. She had a job and reputation to uphold, and the last battle likely plunged it into the depths. Either way there were other ships that needed her power, it somewhat made her feel like a older sister or something. A guardian. The holographic timer then appeared in front of her for no absolute reason. C slapped it away in dismissal, 'The water's still warm and cozy. Not like i'm needed just yet...' She thought as she slipped deeper into the water.

Darkness. Small white specs. Deep space. That was all there was in the vast void. C looked around. Something hit her starboard side, making her keel, or rather spin around in the emptiness. Once regaining balance she saw what hit her. A giant black ship much bigger than her which she knew was an Abyssal, even if it didn't look like one. It was immediately sunk. even if it was hard. She continued on into space, seemingly knowing where she was going.

Not what she expected to see. Wreckage. Wreckage littered everywhere. And all in the vast space near a planet. C slid her fingers across a few pieces, sending them floating off into space. Frozen bodies also littered everywhere. A piece floated in front of her, 'A Kanmusu cannon?'. C continued to 'walk' Through the wreak. Something grabbed her and she immediately punched it away and shot it. A body.

Calkiron sighed in relief. She looked up at the giant wall before her. Floating back to where she came, she looked at the insignia on the wall. She made a mental note to draw it later. She continued to look through the endless space, bodies floating around.'Why am I here? Where is here?' C continued to wonder, looking at the endless view of the wreak. A body caught her eye, or rather a specific set that were distances from each other. And each a Kanmusu. She looked over the frozen body of one. Jumping back she pushed the body away. Tucker, a tug that was with them. She went to the next body, even more frightened.

Lanti. C was even more afraid to turn the next one over. Razor. She continued to brave the sight of the frozen Kanmusu, Finding Kadr and Paenta. All from Mobile group Six. There was also Secretary Naropi. Only two more bodies to look at. She slowly reached for the shoulder of the frozen ship, turning it over, 'No. This isn't right. Why is she even here?' C panicked.

The frozen, dead body of Enkal, A short lived ship sunk long ago. She turned to the last body, no gear like Enkal, most of it blasted off. Only a few scraps remained which made C know it was a Kanmusu. Should she? C shook her head and pushed the body just enough to make it turn.

Fear fueled Calkiron. It took a while for her to realize she was back in the repair bay, the holographic timer pulsating zero in front of her. It then swapped from its blue color to a red, displaying a warning of accelerated heart rate. She tried to calm herself, the insignia she was to draw long forgotten. Were they all going to die? After calming herself somewhat she termed it as a nightmare from her falling asleep, 'But it was so real. Just why?'. Calkiron didn't delve on the topic too much and shot it to the back of her mind, where it shall stay and soon be lost data.

C finally got out of the repair dock after powering her systems back up. She went to resupply, noticing that destroyer squadron four was out, likely on a mission. 'How come I didn't hear an alarm? Maybe it was when I was asleep.' C thought as she continued on. She also did what many would not suspect to do, and some never really went there either. She went to make sure Tucker was on her radar and she made sure he was fine physically. She did this for Mobile group six and Naropi too, even though Naropi was a bit hard.

'So it was a nightmare.' Calkiron sighed, and she hoped it stayed that way. She continued on into her own room, checking on her radar and sensors for anything out of the ordinary.

'I'm overdoing this. But why? Why am I even doing it at all?' C questioned herself. She shook her head and laid down. Maybe she was hallucinating and was tired. The ship then closed her eyes, hoping the nightmare won't come again and rather peaceful sleep.

This time it was peaceful. A sunrise scenery of the islands. Not a single cloud or darkness. 'Why can't it be like this?' C sighed.

'Guess we have to take back the seas first' C blinked and then she was awake again. She looked at the parted window. Raising her arm, a fighter flew out, spinning vertically to fit through the small space between the window. It then went horizontal and blasted up into the sky, disappeared in seconds. 'Why am I even doing this?' C thought. She didn't know anymore.

Maybe she's already gone crazy. Or maybe she's experienced a change of behavior. Still, she didn't like the nightmare. Calkiron jumped at a knock, "Who is it?"

"Ah I see you're up and out of the docks. Its Naropi." The secretary then walked in. C sighed

"You look like you've seen a haunted spirit."

"Worst."

"Enkal?"

"Perhaps. Maybe even Worse." This worried Naropi

"I'll have your patrol duties off for now until you are more stable."

"No it's fine." C objected

"Mind telling me what is bothering you then?" Naropi asked.

"Well. I had this.. Nightmare. In space with a large wreckage." C started her story

"In space? I've gotten reports of Abyssals being up there too."

"Right. But this wreckage was huge. Bodies were also everywhere."

"That would explain it."

"Not only that... I saw everyone of Mobile group six. Tucker too and you." This got Naropi's attention even more.

"What happened then?"

"I-I don't know but everyone was dead. I even saw myself. And Enkal." C then finished.

"I think you should be off duties until you are stable."

"It's fine really."

"That is an order C. We can't risk you like this."

C sighed, "Your right."

"Well get some rest. I'll cover for you."

"No need. I'm already pretty inactive anyways. I usually kill everything before anyone else.

"Right. Well i'm going to go now. Get some rest." Naropi then left. She then sighed outside, 'I should remember, i'm an Atropine class. Lets hope I don't have to go into battle in this condition with the others.' Naropi then continued out of the building back to her station where the comms-person and radar-watcher waited for commands and worked their stations.

"Any signs of Abyssals?"

"No ma'am." Wanshin, the radar-watcher replied.

"Report any findings that come up."

"Roger." Naropi then left the room, 'Lets hope what C say's isn't true.'

- Night -

Ratte walked along the forest. 'Maybe this fleet isn't so bad. It did take some getting used to the water though.' She continued walking, the tank treads of her boots leaving lined marks. A light flashed in the distance and she looked up. It was further up on the mountain, far from water. The blue light came closer and closer, becoming bigger as it did. Ratte narrowed her eyes before realizing what was heading towards her. Ratte then reversed out of the way as the place she was standing was burned by super heated plasma, leaving a crater.

Her comms then crackled, "How shameful of you to be in a naval fleet rather with treads on the ground. Even if you are in another group, that doesn't mean we're enemies."

Ratte growled, "Vredximus, you damn traitor. You don't know what the Naval has to deal with."

"Abyssals, I know. And the air force has to deal with Neurois. It's an endless cycle of dark colored creatures of unknown origins attacking and then humanity leaves special girls to deal with them alone. All while they sit behind lines doing absolutely nothing."

"You are idiotic to think they don't help. Who do you think makes our supplies? Builds our bases? Transports us to places? You're a complete idiot Vredximus."

"Still. We're out here risking our lives."

"And if it weren't for them we would be dead long ago."

"Oh. Well you keep on being naive. I'll show you. That coward Admiral of yours shall be killed." Ratte then fired a salvo, only for the salvo to be shot down.

"Well I shall go. Prepare to be destroyed, or should I say sunk?" The comms then cracked again and the night was silent once more. Ratte sighed. Vredximus was a land battleship like her. Either way she was still a traitor and there was no denying that. Ratte continued her patrol with no sight of Vredximus again. She would have to keep a close watch on the admiral, not that he was at the base most of the time anyways.

Something then smelled and Ratte looked down, 'I'm freaking stupid.' She ran over the super heated plasma and her treads were now burnt to crisp. Some spots on her armor were also burned from flying dirt when the blast hit. 'That's going to be expensive to repair. And I need to find out how to saying i'm in a ship fleet. Maybe the engineers can help, after all they did make me into a ship.'

Ratte continued on back to base. One of the late night engineers was closing the garage when he spotted her, "Hey... Um."

"Huh?"

"No offense, but... you're somewhat.. glowing." Ratte turned to one of the reflective windows nearby to prove his statement.

"Wha? Why am I?"

"If I remember correctly.. You are ready for a refit."

"A what?"

"I think it's something to do where if you get enough experience you can get refitted."

"But I've only been here for a month at most."

"There are special cases. I'll talk to the commander about it. Come with me so she doesn't think i'm blabbering nonsense."

"Well um. I don't think I should."

"Why not?" The engineer turned to the tank.

Ratte looked away, "I uh. Somewhat burned my tracks and some armor."

"I'm not even going to question that." The engineer said as he noticed the faint glowing red on the bottom of the treads despite the rest of Ratte glowing.

"Well I'll talk to the commander." The engineer waved as he started to walk to the still lit commander's room.

Here's the new chapter after the Dimension jumpers book one is complete. Also book two of Dimension jumpers probably won't be out for quite a while. I do have an idea on how to start the book but there will be a massive time jump and there really isn't going to be anything else that interesting between the time jump. Either way I am going to be working on this a lot more until book two is released. Until then stay tuned.