Just as Purifier uttered those words, her mouth quickly slowed down, her words gaining a deeper pitch as the seconds passed, the world around the Commander turning grayscale. He quickly took notice of this change and slowly turned his head to the side, looking at the other Sirens with the same gawking expression as time seemed to freeze.

"What the fuck bro…" he whispered in awe as circled around him were more Sirens, but for some strange reason, they didn't have their riggings equipped. If you ignored their strange articles of clothing and physical traits, they could pass off as normal Humans, something he duly noticed. With that, he also noticed that he was on some small island with only a handful of trees inhabiting it.

He sat up and slowly locked eyes with the frozen Purifier once more as her words processed in his once more, especially the ones he abruptly woke up to.

'You can't take over the world if you're just sleeping-'

What did you mean by that though? He asked in his head, his gaze narrowing down. Why...shit I don't even know how to question this. How and Why am I here?

"You look lost, Commander. Let me help you..."

The Commander flinched as a disembodied voice echoed from all around him, and for the first time since he awoke, The Commander stood up, albeit with some struggle, feeling a strange sense from touching the ground. He looked up in the air with narrowed eyes while saying, "Oh yeah, I'm guessing you did this then?" He waved his hand around, beckoning the voice to go on as he took a step back from Purifiers crouched over form.

"Don't you remember? You wanted to command a fleet after-all, I simply granted your small and honestly insignificant wish."

"My...wish?...You mean the one from last night!? You gotta be fucking with me." He dipped his head with wide eyes as he breathed out heavily.

"Indeed. You're very...unique, let's say, simply because your most inner desire was to Commandeer the Sirens instead of fighting them." The Voice confirmed with a hint of amusement causing the Commander to look into the air with a frown as he threw his hands in the air "So what now? Do I forget my life back...well shit I guess this is Earth still...do I forget my previous life or what?" He shouted in the air as the images of his family and friends flashed before his eyes. Though he did have a million more questions, he imagined he only had a bit of time with this being.

The voice audibly hummed for a couple of seconds before humming a negative.

"Your 'Previous' life is frozen in place, in a timeline separate from this one. I know you get the concept of different timelines, mean-ning, you can freely die here and return back to your old life and wake up as if this was just a dream." The voice speedily explained making the Commander hum as he digested the information.

He looked around at the Sirens. Be it with shame or pride, the Commander could correctly name every Siren, but not those he hasn't seen before. He then remembered Purifier's words once more. "So, this taking over the world...what's that about?" He asked slowly, cautiously.

"The year is 2026. Humanity has progressed marvelously with its technology thanks to the Sirens efforts. Humanity reached its peak and thus, the Sirens mission in finding a superior opponent has been completed. But doing so meant the Sirens had nothing else to do, so they turned to finally attacking their now super-powered, roided, test subjects: Humanity and their Shipgirls. In 2025, the Sirens would launch their final siege against Humanity. Who you see around yourself...are the only ones that survived the now-named 5 Hour War."

He looked around himself and counted the heads and shook his head in disbelief "B-But wait, there's only about 20 of them with me. Is that really all of them?" He asked in denial.

"Over a billion Sirens attempted to fight Humanity after their successful awakening. But even with their superior numbers and theoretical experience, the Sirens never stood a chance. Soon, their factories that produced the necessary equipment and Sirens were all found and destroyed, depriving them of their immense numbers. The territory that they so easily reaped from the Humans was easily recaptured. These Sirens are the last chance at destroying their opponents, the Last Hope, as Dreamweaver likes to call themselves. Observer and Observer Zero, my prized creations, will act as your lieutenants as they once maintained every factory and important landmarks. They shall give you all the required information to bring back life to the Siren fleet."

The Commander waved his hands in the air quickly "Hold up-hold up-hold up, you're telling so much shit. If a billion Sirens couldn't even defeat Humanity then what makes you think me and some Sirens can do it?!"

But he received no answer other than a distant chuckle, making him curse.

5 seconds passed.

Then 10.

And finally 15.

"H-Hey, you still there?" he called out to the voice but in vain as he received no answer back making him curse again "Yeah, barely explain shit and disappear. What a shitty trope."

Still doesn't make sense though. Can't they just hop back in time and just avoid all of this altogether? Observer could've pulled some shit and reverse everything... but then again, if they truly wanted this...then why would they look for a way to revert everything? 2026...holy shit, that's more than a decade skip...

Out from the corner of his eyes, he noticed Purifier's body slowly moving again as time sped back up to normal pace, color saturating the area around him bit by bit like a camera lens focusing onto an object.

Alright then...gotta make do with what I got I guess. If I die then I simply go back to my old life...but that doesn't mean I should die so soon either. Sighing loudly and stretching a little, he decided he'll accept this new reality, albeit with difficulty. He nodded his head with determination before walking up to Purifier, crouched down to her eye-level, and waited as time seemed to speed back up hastily following his actions.

Then, like a light-switch, time returned back to normal speed, likewise, Purifier's expression turned to one of confusion as her head shot up as she was almost face-to-face with him.

"Hey-"

"Boop"

"AHH"

The Commander, instead of pushing on Purifier's nose as she did to him, decided to flick hers as payback causing her scream out in surprise and shock. His eyes widened as he watched Purifier jump back with lightning speeds and took cover behind the Siren called Arbiter, peeking her eyes from behind her long silky dress.

More strange was that Arbiter wore an expression of surprise as well, and taking the hint, The Commander looked around and found himself under everybody's stunned expressions.

"No one was able to get Purifier back, even after all these millennia." muttered one of the Sirens.

"He truly is a strange one, isn't he, Tester?" This time, it was Observer who whispered up at her partner, Tester. The latter nodded with crossed arms and a wide grin.

The Commander, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence, cleared his throat.

But not one second later, all Sirens' heads snapped to the side, creeping out the Commander at their synchronicity and sudden mood change. Hearing footsteps behind him, he made no movement as he felt a hand grab his shoulder before another arm pointed to the side and into the vast sea. Though he was more concentrated on the arm as it was more deathly pale compared to Purifiers.

He looked at the owner of said hands and found it be the expy Dreamweaver. Her laidback expression stayed the same as she a hand to move his head the other way and back to the sea. "Incoming squadron of Shipgirls. Approximate size: 5 Production Destroyers, 4 Production Cruisers, and 2 Production Battleships, all outfitted with mediocre weaponry. No Carrier or Submarine detected. It's the same fleet that has been chasing us for the past year." He gasped slightly at the size of the fleet.

"Those bugs?"

"I thought we lost them back in the Bermuda just yesterday…"

"As long as we have the Commander...everything should be alright."

Some of the Sirens muttered their disdain before looking at him as Dreamweaver stepped in front of him before bowing slightly, the others mirroring her move in quick fashion. "You are now our Commander, one with the Siren fleet, and you have proven you have what it takes to be one. What is your first order, shall we fight, or shall we flee?" She questioned, still in her bow.

He shook his head and dissipated his surprise. In his head, he wanted to flee and still avoid conflict while gaining an idea of what his enemies are like and forming a plan.

But, his more 'robust' side said otherwise, saying that it would be a good test and show to see what the Sirens are packing in terms of firepower, always dreaming of what it would look like.

Fuck it all.

You may have guessed it right at this point.

He caved into that desire.

He sighed deeply before outstretching his hand out to the direction of the incoming fleet and noticed how the Sirens all visibly reacted positively, knowing this must be in their nature to constantly fight. He understood them slightly better now just from their reactions and the theories he created about them.

You guys don't care if you die, do you? Death doesn't bother you as long as you go down fighting...

"Rise and Fight!" He swiped his hand to the side as his words carried into the Sirens' ears. "Destroy them all, let everyone know the Siren fleet will no longer stay silent! Show them our power, my Sirens!"

"To explain everything to you would be like trying to understand what came before the Big Bang…it's better if you...didn't know. At least not right now."

Fin

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