"Perhaps I was wrong."

"Perhaps I was right."

"Only time will tell."

"You might want to see this, Commander." Said one of the Carrier Sirens as she neared him. He turned to look at her and noticed the exhausted expression on her face as she handed him 2 photos; where they came from, he knows not.

He thanked the Siren before examining the photos with mild confusion. One photo showed a close-up shot on what he presumed was one of the jets pulling up from its dive, showing that one of the battleships had been crippled and was beginning to list, the other photo showing further proof as an explosion, most likely a magazine explosion in its first turret blew it off its barbette completely.

"Ah, here's another one." The Carrier suddenly said as she passed him one last photo that showed the sinking of the Cruisers, each just some meters within each other.

But that's where his confusion grew as none of the photos held a certain ship within its frame.

"Where's...the second battleship?" He voiced his worry along with a tilt of his head before looking up at the Carrier. She opened her mouth, "Ahaha, I can answer that~" But instead a voice behind him cut her off. The Siren froze up before looking the other way.

Before he could turn around- he blinked, a tentacle having already slithered around his waist twice before it squeezed down slightly. He gasped slightly as it wasn't unconformable pressure neither was it comfortable pressure. Before he knew it, he was already being lifted into the air, and by that time, he had already guessed correctly who he was about to talk to.

By the time he had blinked again, he was sitting right next to Observer on her Kraken as she stared at him with a wide smile. Oh god, he said before averting his eyes elsewhere, and to the battlefield- would it be battlesea-?

"Commander," His attention was brought back to Observer as he couldn't help but look at her again. He grunted before steeling himself, deciding to ignore the indecency, and gave Observer his full attention. It would be one of many steps to get himself comfortable with the Sirens, at least.

"Yes, Observer?" He asked, slowly.

"I couldn't help but notice that look of fear you had when you first woke up to that Purifier kicking you...but now," she paused and tilted her head as she eyed him up and down. "You seem different…" She whispered with a curious gaze.

Different? He asked in his mind. He shook his head in denial before subconsciously scooting closer to Observer. He pointed his hand at his chest while giving her an unsure look.

"I don't feel different. I do still feel scared, y'know? Literally 15 minutes ago I was just playing a game on my phone before I had gone to sleep. Next thing you know-poof, I'm being woken up to a fucking kick to the ribs." He winced slightly as the dull pain still radiated in that specific rib. Observer giggled in response as she felt at his chest, making the Commander flinch back in response. Her soft fingers give him a tingly feeling that he couldn't describe off the top of his head.

He looked the other way and rubbed the rim of her Kraken's 'head'. It purred slightly, reacting to his touch before he sighed. "I'll admit. I never was really smart. I hated college and my work. But, shit, I still went because I had a degree to get and a family to make proud. God be damned if I dropped out suddenly." He whimpered slightly as the former occupations reminded him of his most busy days. "But, it was so tiring." He sighed as the thought of his family made him worry. Though, if the Voice's statement holds true, then nothing would be of consequence if he stayed in this world longer. "So when I wake up here, in front of ridiculously powerful women with enough weapons and planes to topple nations, knowing it won't have much of an impact on my real life...it kinda feels like a dream...come true?" He widened his eyes a little at his own confession.

He shook his head before looking at Observer. Her head was kept in a 45 degree tilt the whole time as she processed all the information she received.

"Normally, I would laugh at such a pitiful speech," Observer said with a straight smile making him laugh with a sharp exhale. "But, I can not help but admire your determination. You want to become our Commander, so what's the matter?" He shrugged.

I just don't feel like I should be the one leading it, he wanted to say but bit his tongue instead. "To state that you aren't smart is, without a doubt, a lie. This plan, despite being such a basic one in our eyes, is still a plan." She shrugged. "You made it; we executed it, and with such efficiency as well." She sat back and lifted one hand in the air as a small mirror spawned in her palm.

She turned the mirror to herself before nodding and passing it to him. He looked at with confusion as all he saw his own reflection. Though that changed quickly as the reflection soon molded into a point of view of the battle happening in front of them, from a Siren who was firing her lasers off.

"We did this." Before he knew it, Observer was already in his face with a slightly disappointed gaze. "You caused this. Stop acting sad now, I hate giving 'motivational' talks." She huffed before throwing her hand in the air and spawning another mirror. She paused momentarily as a tentacle touched his cheek and forced him to look at her.

Even though she smiled like normally, the Commander thought he was seeing something akin to remorse and regret. "Know that we're here for you, Commander. Now, you asked this earlier." She quickly changed subjects before another tentacle swiped the mirror out his hand and replaced it with the freshly spawned one. He nodded with a deep sigh.

Sirens are weird. He very lately concluded in his head.

Then he focused down at the mirror itself, this time being the PoV of a jet that's flying around. That's when he noticed something strange. It was flying around the missing Battleship, which was way farther behind the other Battleship that had its magazines blow up. He now knows it dropped its anchor and forced itself to turn sharply to Starboard and stayed that way, stuck, It's weapons still trained on the island yet stayed silent.

"What the hell?" He asked with confusion as he noticed a large and noticeable tear that wrapped around the whole bow, most likely from the shear stress it suffered from such a sudden tug. It was so bad that you could probably hit with a laser and it'll just...pop off. Moreso, the ship seemed, other than it's bow and some marks it got from the battle, to be in rather pristine condition.

Observer floated in front of him by courtesy of her tentacles and Siren magic as she peered at the mirror with a disinterested look, contrary to what he was feeling.

"And it's not firing?" She hummed in affirmation before shrugging. "The Girls are going to use it as target practice and are preparing one last display of power. Hehehe~" She giggled menacingly. He felt her whole entire rigging hum in fast repeated motions, almost as if it was laughing as well. Some of the laser tentacles began to rise into the air and charge up. Pink balls of energy began to condense on the tip as it prepared to fire.

"H-Hold on." He protested and Observer immediately snapped her head at him. She floated closer to him and twisted her body upside down for an odd reason. "Yes...Commander?" She asked slowly, her eyes glowing brighter than earlier as her smile only grew wider.

Jesus, do all of them like violence this much?

Well shit...I guess they're Sirens.

He pointed at the Battleship but before he could even start talking, Observer had already cut in front of him. "The Battleship? Yes, yes, we'll take care of it!" She assured him, waving her hand around. "We'll disintegrate it, take pleasure in it, make sure it's only fragments of what it used to be!" She practically shouted with laughter as she listed off the many things they'll do to it.

"And then when we're done with it…we'll rip its Cube out an-"

"I want it."

"-d then-...You what!?" Her dreamy gaze suddenly turned hard and cold. Her smile turned into a sneer, her face a fierce scowl. She almost looked disgusted-offended by what he said. "You want...that hunk of junk?" She asked in disbelief and didn't hold back the venom in her voice.

He nodded with caution.

Observer slowly floated back down into a sitting position before resting her head on her folded up knees. She shook her head and sighed deeply in disappointment. "For what reason would we need that thing?" She asked. He paused...before shrugging.

"We don't need it. I need it."

The news had quickly spread to the rest of the fleet and they audibly voiced their disappointment. Many deflated, many cursed, while some stayed indifferent.

"You shitting me?" Purifier asked in disbelief as she looked at Tester who floated out from the water next to her, while Purifier stood on her own surfboard-like rigging. Tester nodded with closed eyes.

"The Commander's wants the Battleship for himself. He said to think of it as a 'Trophy of war'," Tester explained, Purifier's expression changed and quickly blinked a couple of times.

"Oh!" She suddenly 'realized'. "He just wants to rub the stolen Battleship in Humanity's face, I get it now!" Purifier slammed her fist into her free palm in the same fashion as a person would do if they figured out the killer to a crime scene. Tester gave her a look that said, "Are you serious?" As she really did say that out loud.

Purifier looked at her with a confused expression. "Am I wrong?" Tester said nothing except for a sigh and shake her head. Why did we even make Purifier? She wondered incredulously in her head. As she looked for the answer to her question, it made her eyes narrow down at the water. Why did we think of making Purifier? Another sigh escaped her lips before she looked around herself.

The other Siren forces were making quick work to get over to her and she nodded in approval as they quickly closed the distance between her and them. The aircraft that hung above them soon returned to their Carriers back on the island, and those around her began to wind down slightly. She stretched her arms and sighed softly as popped audibly before looking down at her feet and at her rigging that had just claimed the lives of several ships. I needed that. She admitted in her mind before looking around.

All that was left was Observer and the Commander.

But before so, someone else decided to bug Tester and did so by smacking the back of her head with a giant barrel.

She quickly turned around with a scowl on her face.

"Who dares-..." Tester began before staring right at Arbiter, who stood there with a full and satisfied smile. The other Sirens quickly took notice and looked at the two with worried and scared gazes.

Arbiter feigned an apologetic look afterward and put a hand up to her mouth. "Oh, excuse you. Did you hit my precious barrel, again, Tester?" She questioned while caressing said barrel.

Tester said nothing and instead walked up to Arbiter, who stood up from her seat in response and was quickly face to face with Tester.

Arbiter smiled.

Tester scowled.

Being the same height meant they were level to level.

"Remember what happened last time, you tool," Arbiter taunted.

Tester huffed in response. "Yes, I remember. And I quite vividly remember ripping your eyes out, you bitch." Arbiter howled with laughter.

She quickly silenced herself before locking eyes with Tester as her rigging began to aim its cannons at her, while some drones flew out from behind her and aimed their guns at her.

"Oh yeah, that. But, I also remember your cries as I slowly tore your leg off," recounted Arbiter.

Tester began to shake slightly as her body radiated a soft but bold yellow. Her rigging also began to position itself over herself, ready in the moment she needed it.

"Yikes, you guys need to make out or something already! The sexual tension is almost suffocating me!" Purifier added with a shout while faking a choke, before breaking out into laughter.

But nobody laughed with her.

She slowly stopped laughing as she felt the still silence and death glares she received from the two she just poked fun of. Turning around, she started towards the island, but two hands- one on each of her shoulders- stopped her in her tracks before she could get even two steps away. The icy and hard grips made her whimper slightly as she slowly turned her head around.

"Fucking shit," Purifier cursed upon seeing Arbiters' cold gaze and empty smile.

"I'm so dead," She said again as Tester's dark scowl radiated death.

But then Purifier's guardian angel appeared from the heavens...if that guardian angel appeared like a demonic Kraken with laser cannons for some tentacles.

"Quit it, you two. You'll have your rematch in due time," Observer interjected, using a tentacle to push the two heated girls apart and another to pull Purifier away. Tester and Arbiter glared at each other before relenting.

Purifier jumped onto the head of the Kraken before sitting to the right of the Commander who was still processing what happened.

And in the end, he just shook his head.

The Carrier Sirens disembarked from their ride and soon gathered in front of him. The other Sirens did the same and looked at him with expecting gazes.

This probably isn't smart. He realized as he gave the dormant Battleship a cautionary look, it's main weapons shinning slightly under the sun. But to hell with it. He decided while still noting its guns were still pointed at the island.

He clapped his hands and stood straight on the edge of the Krakens head.

"Good fucking job everybody. You wrecked every last single one of their ships, well except for that one but still! Good job!" A smile appeared on his face and the Sirens smiled back at the appraisal.

He shot his hands out to the crowd in front of him as he raised his voice. "With this battle, Humanity will finally realize their mistake! The Sirens will rise back to their maximum strength, and I'll make sure of it!" The Sirens cheered as he said, fully supporting him on his decision-

Alabama suddenly released her anchor and began to move.

Almost instantly, all the Sirens had their guns trained on the Battleship as it attempted to turn towards Starboard. Purifier had jumped in front of him, her stance crouched ever so slightly before he peeked his head out from behind her.

Does it- does it want to face us? He pondered in his head as he watched it move along in surprise. Due to them being directly behind the ship, it was forced to turn around, despite being able to reverse. Though the high pitched whining of the Sirens' guns made him snap his attention to them and shot his hands up quickly, shouting to gain their attention.

"Don't shoot!" He pleaded. The Sirens all froze up before giving him expressions of pure confusion. "B-But Commander, it's within firing range of you!" Said one of the Cruiser Sirens as she gave him an anxious look. The other Sirens nodded along with her statement.

He shook his head in response. "It would've killed me by now if that was the case,…" He pointed out.

"The Commanders got a point, y'know" Whispered one of them before getting smacked by another.

"Stand down," ordered Observer as she stepped forward with him. taking his side. He nodded to her in a silent thanks and that seemed to do the trick; The Sirens beginning to calm down as they all watched the Battleship move...before its bow completely snapped off.

"Oh no…" Whispered the Commander as he watched the bow sink slowly while the rest of the ship still somehow kept chugging on without it. Though, it would ultimately come to a stop as the increased drag and flooding hindered it completely.

But, It had managed to completely turn around at that time.

It's front two turrets slowly turned to aim at the group and they all stiffened in a moment's notice. The guns depressed to their maximum range of motion, and directly aimed at them, or rather, at the Commander.

He covered his ears as Alabama suddenly blew its horn in slow and rapid bursts. This went on for a good minute or two as they all stood there in thought.

"What's it doing?" Asked one of the Sirens as she looked around with a slightly annoyed expression.

Tester then suddenly stepped forward, her eyes lighting up slightly. "It's trying to talk to us…" She said with held back fascination.

The Commander's eyes slowly widened as he realized the ship was actually conversing in morse code and repeated the same message over and over again. He started walking forward and almost fell off the Kraken as Alabama had finished her message once more, but was held back by a tentacle before he could completely fall over. All he could do was stare at the ship with a shocked look. Then, the ship was enveloped in a bright blue shine that made the Sirens turn away from the sheer brightness. Yet, the Commander repeated the message in his head over and over again in confusion and shock.

'My Commander is that you?'

'Why did you betray us?'

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Fin

A/N: I feel like this one came out good. Hope you guys think so as well.

'Til next time!