"This world, unlike others, does not bode well on thoughts of failure or experiments gone wrong. The so-called, 'Margin of Error,' is slim when making the necessary equipment to combat the Sirens. Corrupted Wisdom Cube's, the result of errors appearing within the copies of the Original, manifested as Kansen. Some didn't know they were errors, and neither did their Human creator, so they carried on their lives fighting the Sirens, oblivious until they were ultimately sunk..."

"Though at first, Humanity sought to minimize the number of Corrupted Cubes but then they had a revelation: These Cubes can go on to be used to create Warships only thought of in paper and print, then be converted into Shipgirls/Kansen. These Cubes were tamed at some point, though only a small margin. The Sirens haven't fought these Kansen yet, luckily, or unluckily. Coincidentally, they are locked away in a secret location, only to be used in the case of an absolute emergency. "

The Commander slowly opened his eyes and found himself looking not a grey sky, but at a grey ceiling. Yet no reaction came from him as his hazy and tired feeling claimed dominance over him. He stayed in the same position, his eyes pointed up at the ceiling, as his blank mind slowly tried to catch up with the current events. But he would do it with struggle. There was a flash of light...then I woke up with Purifier kicking me, I think? Then, we had a battle with the Eagle Union. Then...then… A sense of discomfort grew in him at his lack of recollection. Shifting around, he winced slightly as his whole body erupted in low pain.

Best as he tried to remember, all that came up was a blank canvas past a certain point. He then remembered something else, something minor yet big to him. We were about to capture the Battleship. Yeah, that's right. But after that, he couldn't remember what happened. There was a sort of gap, he had in between him being on the Kraken, to where he is now, on a more comfy bed. On a comfy bed, and speaking of which. A-A...bed? Fear coursed through as he shot up into an upright position. The fear of being sent back home now being a very real thing to him. Though, he jerked his body so hard trying to get up, that pain shot through his entire body, making him hiss lowly and wince, forcing him to relax.

"Oh!" Before he had time to survey his surroundings, he heard a loud snap and a voice recognition to his left. He quickly turned his head in the direction of the noise and breathed out in relief as he laid eyes upon Purifier, who had just snapped a book onto a nightstand next to his bed. She jumped up out of her seat and neared the Commander with a wide grin as she threw her hands about in the air. "Y'know, you had us all worried when you up and disappeared on us like that!" She said almost hysterically as she continued, "Master- uh, I mean Observer, almost killed herself trying to get you back." She said matter-of-factly, pointing at him in accusation.

He slowly tilted his head in response and noticed the various abrasions and bruises on her body that hadn't been on her body before. Though, he zoned out as what she said finally set in, whispering, "W-What?" back in confusion, narrowing his eyes back down to the bed. I disappeared and Observer almost died getting me back...? He shakily looked back up and locked eyes with Purifier, who was slowly losing her grin upon seeing his not-so-good expression. "Purifier," His voice shakily came out, "I don't remember anything after we got to the Battleship…" He announced.

Purifier stayed stock still for a good moment; her smile replaced by a thin line across her mouth. She slowly opened her mouth before saying, "Shit." and crossing her arms and closing her eyes in thought, before nodding to herself. She then shot him a smile and wink. "Hang tight, I'll go get Master!" She chirped, before turning around and bolting for the door he hadn't seen until now.

He outstretched his arm with wide eyes. "Hey wait-!" But Purifier was long gone by then, leaving him to lower his hand with a frown. He slowly laid back down with a deep sigh as the door slowly closed itself, letting him dwell in his own thoughts once more. The blanket he was covered, comfortably huge, provided him a sense of security and buried himself into it more. The last thing he needed was a panic attack from all the crazy shit he's been through in the last half-hour. Next, he began to peek around the room he's in. It's big… He noted as the room was at least as big as an average high school classroom, the walls being painted a healthy oak-brown, and a rather complex designed chandelier providing most of the light that hung in the middle of the ceiling.

On his very left and right were nightstands that supported two glowing lamps. He touched one and felt around its super smooth structure, and found there to be no lightswitch at all, noticing that whenever he just tapped it wherever it turned off and on. His slowly eyes focused on the book Purifier was reading, which was odd to him, thinking Purifier was the last person to read anything in her free time. Though, he could distinctly make out the bold letters: How to be a good friend 101, and shook his head slightly, amused.

He resumed looking around the lamps and found that behind the lamps were windows, covered by curtains. No light shone through which was odd to him, but he shrugged it off, thinking it had gotten dark...which then led him to his next question: How did we manage to get this place? The Commander shook his head slightly before continuing to look around the room, deciding to save his questions for later. If he had managed to wake up on the bed, why worry about sitting tight for the next couple of moments, at least until Observer comes in?

He grunted as he slowly looked at himself, pulling down the blanket ever so slightly. Painfully so, again, he sat up, grunting, before leaning his back on the headboard. From the very moment he woke up, he felt an odd, dull, pain down by his midsection and legs. Almost as if he's been forced through a grueling exercise.

He only wore a simple light blank white shirt- borderline muscle shirt, letting him look at his own chest much easier. First, he brought his arms in front of himself, looking at them with more detail and found nothing odd with them, looking the same they were before he was sent here, that being slightly muscular but lean. Looking down at his legs, he found them covered in pants in great condition. The pain came mainly from his legs, but then he was confused as he slowly put pressure on his legs with his hands. Interestingly, he didn't feel more pain as he expected, almost as if the pain was more psychological. He whimpered slightly at this revelation, putting more pressure on his legs but feeling no tenderness, before sighing and giving up for now.

He looked to the right and found a little coat rack, with a single jet-black coat hanging on one of the arms, and another dark Commander-looking hat hanging on another. I never noticed that I was wearing this stuff either. He said in thought, thinking back to earlier, or whenever he was last standing, and remembering that he never once looked at himself. The sheer shock and adrenaline he felt during those mere 30 minutes were unlike anything else he felt in his whole life. He sighed again before looking at the room again.

On the left wall was a series of paintings, but he couldn't see them in detail due to the angle he was laying in, only making out a single being an illustration of Arbiter in a slightly revealing pose. On the right wall was nothing, just a barren canvas waiting to be furnished. And, finally, on the very last wall in front of him was a set of doors with windows, covered by white curtains. Though, again, no light entered through the windows. Probably just night time. He said in his mind, again.

He wrinkled his nose slightly as he took a much more deep breath of the atmosphere, a strange scent permitting the air. Smells like something when it's wet and dirty...where even am I? His question resurfaced again. See, this wouldn't be an issue if he was on Humanity's side but with the Sirens? I'm going to have to ask-

The door was suddenly busted down by Observer kicking it in. He subconsciously threw the rest of the covers off himself in response to this sudden bang and turned his head towards the door before widening his eyes and cursing slightly at the sight. Outside under the sunlight, it wasn't so bad, but now indoors and under more direct and concentrated light, he could see her in more extreme detail.

Observer, in all her almost-nude glory, stood in the doorway as she stared down the Commander with an almost glare-like ferocity, but still grinned widely like she would in her picture in-game. He slightly reeled back as she started walking towards him.

"Commander, I was made aware that you may have lost your memories," Observer began slowly, her interest audibly raising. She stopped right before the edge of the bed, her beady yellow eyes boring into his. "Any reason why?" She exhaled sharply.

He shook his head slowly before slowly sitting upright. "I-I uh," He hesitated and looked around in thought. "I only remember seeing the Battleship suddenly light up then-" then nothing. His sudden pause made Observer lean forward slightly.

"...Then?" Observer prodded, only for the Commander to simply zone out.

There it is again, the sudden discomfort- the disgust of not being able to remember after that, almost sounding like a muffled scream taking its place. He shifted around, staring blankly at her.

"I wake up here…" He finished while looking down, biting the inside of his mouth. Why it affected him this much was lost on him. It feels like...I forgot something important. He breathed out heavily in frustration. But what?

Observer hummed in thought as she used a summoned tentacle to point his head at her, her grin never losing its strength, "Do you want to know what happened?" He nodded almost instantly. Perhaps in pity or genuine amusement, she giggled at his anticipation.

A portal summoned above his lap, before dark- almost dead looking fragments of a Wisdom Cube fell into his lap. The Cube, although fragmented, pulsed weakly with life in his lap individually. His eyes locked with the fragments as they widened ever so slightly, his breath got slightly faster. Why? Though, when Observer moved a piece, he looked back up at her.

"Nothing?" She questioned, his head shaking a no. With Observer closer to him, he slowly wandered his eyes around her body and raised his hands to grab her bare shoulders. She made a confused noise as he pulled her close, looking at her various wounds, some burnt and charred, a consequence of almost being destroyed.

"What happened…?" His concern was beyond audible, as the wounds Observer didn't have when he was awake, were now on her body. Purifier looked battered up too…

His lost look finally made Observer sigh, her grin slowly morphing into an even line. She leaned back and crossed her arms. She had finally given up. "It seems you truly don't remember. This will severely limit the story of what we know that happened 2 days ago-"

"2 Days Ago!?" He practically shouted in surprise, Observer slowly nodding in response. "I thought Purifier had informed you." She waved her hand in dismissal before moving.

She suddenly sat on the edge of his bed before looking at him, closed her legs, then patted her lap. "Come on," she beckoned. "I have a way that can help you remember." She explained, watching as his face slowly morphed from slight hesitation to mild acceptance. It's not weird if she's thousands of years old, it's not weird if she's thousands of years old. He chanted in his head very unsurely.

Sitting up, he turned around, and slowly rested the back of his head on Observers' lap, his eyes soon connecting with hers. Ehhhhh, He didn't know what to make of her supposed help, other than just to go with it. "Now close your eyes," she commanded, watching as he did so. She rubbed her hands together before reaching out over his face, glowing as they did. "Now, what I will do is enter your mind and retrieve the memories you have lost, if any. Once I'm done, I'll tell you everything I know." She promised, watching as he cracked an eye open in confusion at her explanation.

"How long will this take? I'm kinda hungry." Observer deadpanned, forcefully shutting his eye with a finger. "Don't worry," she reassured, her hands glowing much more. Her own memories resurfaced as she brought them forth, synchronizing her mind with his, to fill in the gaps. "Just relax…" She whispered, small columns of energy funneling out of her hands, and connecting with his forehead. She closed her eyes and breathed out, "...and remember." To him, her voice echoed on, fading away to nothingness.

And like that, the Commander had fallen asleep again, Observer's head leaning forward ever so slightly as she too was gone, still maintaining the connection.

A/N: Hey, it's me. This next portion will slightly be more mature. If you want to see it, then you can. If not, just scroll a little bit more down until you see the next line break.

She watched through the Commander's eyes and watched as the events she didn't see, unfold before her. From the frozen world to her own tentacles begin used against her will, to finally the Commander stumbling across the Corrupted/Awakened Cube of the Battleship; she watched it all.

"My Commander. You came to rescue me and for that, I will rescue you too~. Now, no-one can bother us! Ahahah!"

These were the words the Commander had heard as he was reeled in by the Cube and it's being; as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him tightly. What he had encountered here, is something that he felt he would've wanted to forget.

Now, he blankly stared up, up at a nude woman who rode him; on top of him as she had pushed him down, a crazy and wild look on her face. "Mwah!~" There was a wet pop as she retracted her mouth, her tongue all the way out, a small trail of saliva bridging the gap between his mouth and hers. This woman was, of course, the anthropomorphic version of the Battleship Alabama.

She narrowed her eyes as her smile got even wider, a finger trailing the edge of lips as she released a small sadistic giggle. Her eyes glowed a terribly powerful aura of lust and hatred, hatred pointed at a third party. Repositioning herself over him, she cupped his cheeks, tapping her forehead with his, "I'll show you my undying love for you, Commander~." She declared before slamming down and crying out in pleasure. He winced, the only sign of emotion he displayed up until now. She grinded against him and moaned loudly without any care in the world, as her world was the Commander and only the Commander. He easily reached her base as she bounced up and down repeatedly.

"Commmmander~!" She moaned loudly, though he didn't respond, only blankly staring at the ceiling or sky. He didn't care either way, too tired to even respond physically; his mind was too burned out to even think at all.

All of a sudden, Alabama shivered intensely, beams of pleasure blooming throughout her body, before she fell over on top of him again, a pop emanating from below her. Her heavy and hot breaths could even be felt through his remaining shirt.

She rubbed her cheek against his chest with a small purr, whispering, "You'll never leave me again, huh, Commander?" Though her question would go unanswered, prompting her to look up at him.

Her eyes got wider as she suddenly grabbed his face, "Hey, Commander." She called out but again received no response. It was so sudden but she was now fully on top of him again, a large and toothy scowl.

"Commander!" her voice ever so slightly got louder as she pointed his face at her own. Even then, his eyes refused to connect with hers, only rolling back. This infuriated Alabama as she slapped him with all her might. "COMMANDER I'M TALKING TO YOU!" She screamed loudly as her hands slowly wrapped around his neck. The Commander's vision got blurry as his supply of oxygen was cut abruptly. Yet he wouldn't give in and simply kept ignoring her.

Alabama thought of the worst soon after, her lips quivering as she said, "You...You don't love m-me, Commander, even after I saved you from those monsters?" She slowly questioned him with wide eyes. When he didn't respond, she screamed and threw him back down. As she stood up to her whole height, she snapped her fingers, her giant scythe spawning in and resting in both of her arms. A deep and twisted laugh came from the depths of Alabama. "I won't kill you, my Commander. I can't bring myself to do that when I love you so much," she raised her scythe in air, her eyes targeting his leg. "I'm just going to punish you for not returning my love!~" She giggled crazily.

But then she froze up, her eyes widening, before her face contorted into one of much more pure anger and bloodlust. Throwing the scythe to the side, she stood properly.

She looked up as she glowed brightly, her hands glowing a dark purple. "That…Monster! How dare she interrupt our lovemaking! Does she think she can steal my Commander again!? How dare she!" She shrieked loudly.

A small digital window opened in front of Alabama as she spotted Observer swimming quickly towards their position. She growled viciously, her balled up fists turning white. I'll show this little girl who really owns the Commander! I'll show her that no mere sea creature can beat me! I'll show her that no other Battleship is stronger than me! She screamed in her mind, determined to "Save" the Commander. She looked back down at the Commander, kneeled down, and gave him another long and deep kiss, before whispering into his ear, "Don't worry Commander. I'll defend you from those creatures. Then, we can continue your punishment~." She promised before standing up and firing off her bolts of electricity at Observer.

Incidentally, this was her only attack due to her still not developing any more attacks in turn for making out with the Commander.

As she fired off her bolts, she gained flashbacks of the Kraken, only fueling her attacks, knowing it had been an Observer who was on it, possibly controlling it.

Observer countered quickly by sacrificing her Tentacles, and slowly gained more territory as they did. Dozens of portals dotted the depths as tentacles rushed out of them to intercept her bolts. The seemingly endless supply put Alabama on edge, yet she didn't fret so much. Still, Observer poured everything into making countless Tentacles as did Alabama with her bolts.

She desperately attacked Observer, getting more and more frustrated at how fast Observer was at countering her bolts. How! Their world pulsed as Alabama forced herself to produce more bolts, though to no avail. Much like Observer, blood began to trickle out of her nose, the strain becoming starting to become too much.

It was only 3 more seconds before she soon realized that she was going to lose no matter what, backing up with a horrified face, slowly uttering, "N-No, my p-power...where did it all go-" Suddenly, her face turned to one of denial and anger. It was put off worse by the fact that Observer had spawned laser-canon tipped tentacles that fired widely towards her direction, sometimes even hitting her. Observer was gaining on her. The threat of being beaten was now upon Alabama, but then, she pulled her saving move.

"You're hurting me...Observer." Her ability to mimic the Commander's voice proved to be useful, as her attacker paused momentarily in shock. Alabama cackled loudly, thinking she had gained the upper hand, and took the chance to destroy the Siren in front of her.

She put in more energy into the next bolt as it shot through the water at much faster speeds than normal, only being mere feet from Observer when she finally reacted, attempting to block it with her tentacles, but falling just short. Before Alabama could watch the Siren be killed, her world rumbled again as they were hit by a laser. She physically looked up, cursed, and focused her fire on the Siren reinforcements; a small flotilla of Sirens. But then her eye caught something else soon after.

"Fuck…" She cursed silently as she watched a new wave of tentacles rush towards her again, Observer not being destroyed as she had initially hoped, and instead destroying a minor Siren she didn't bother looking too much into. Focusing her fire on Observer, she left her rear entirely exposed, thinking that the Siren cannons were still no match her impenetrable Cube. But, not against a force of a couple of dozen thousands pounds of compressive strength.

What the…By the time she had noticed a blue glow and tentacles entirely encompassing her world, she was already too late. A crushing grip in her chest started to grow.

"No, no, no! How and when the fuck did you do that?" She screamed in frustration as she began to fire wildly at whatever had trapped her. The crushing effect her chest had only grew in strength, and the more she fired, the more intense the feeling grew; the more she tried to free herself, the more of the opposite effect it had. Alabama soon found it hard to breathe as the crushing feeling spread to the rest of her body.

Her footing wavered, eyes widening, her attacks ceased before she fell back completely with a loud thump. Her hand clenched the area above her heart as the painful feeling caused her to feel uneasy and unable to operate on a normal standard. She croaked in pain as she had only had 1 option now. The same option she used on a certain Siren earlier.

Her mouth cracked open, her breathes quick and panicked. Quickly deciphering who was killing her, she used it in her last chance of survival. "It...hurts..." she whispered, her voice turning into that of her Commanders. Instantly, the pressure on her chest alleviated by a bunch. Alabama slowly got on her feet and further pressed on, blood profusely seeping out the corners of her mouth. She coughed lightly before continuing on. "Stop...Lyn." But unfortunately for Alabama, her voice cracked by the end, entirely revealing who the voice really was.

She whimpered, knowing what was to come.

Alabama didn't have to wait for even a millisecond before the pressure not only came back but came back tenfold. Alabama threw up a mouthful of blood before instantly collapsing again, clenching her chest with loud gasps and croaks, her heart feeling like it's about to burst. Tears streamed down her face as she pushed out a final banshee-like cry like no other. "I only...wanted to be...with my Commander!" She screamed in pain and sorrow, crawling over to the Commander with whatever strength she had left.

The walls of their world soon started to literally gain cracks along mysterious surfaces, webbing out to create more.

Alabama was left to cry and scream, resting her hand on the Commanders thigh just before a loud crack boomed across the world, her heart finally being crushed and popped like a balloon by the sheer pressure Dreamweaver had produced, the resulting noise sounding like a loud gunshot- or crack of thunder. She gave one last gasp of air, her whole body bending into the air before she fell back down limp.

Her head rested on its side as she stared forward with receding life.

This was...supposed to be...my world.

My chance...at peace...

Though, even the life in her eyes slowly disappeared, her chest slowly stopping any motion. The grip she had on his thigh soon loosened.

It was evident.

Alabama had been defeated.

Their world- the Commander's world- began to crumble; the gigantic walls let mountains worth of water gush in. He slowly turned his head towards the side, his eyes landing on the now-dead Alabama, before smiling. He slowly reached down and rested his hand on hers, and closed his eyes, as the water had finally reached him.

It's all one horrible dream...

When Observer had opened her eyes again, she found the Commander still in his dozed off state. She only stared at him mutely, her mind brewing with countless thoughts, before summarizing on one thing. His mind- something...must've purposefully erased those memories. Her hands that were hovering over his head slowly came down and rested by her side, cutting off the connection she had made with him. The scene of her Commander being sullied and defiled still fresh on her mind.

I see why, nonetheless. But then the question was upon her: Do I keep my word and tell him what I saw, or do I fabricate a new story, and tell him something else for his sake? Her eyes narrowed in concentration, so much so that she didn't even see her Commander had awoken long ago. It was only when he shifted ever so slightly that she noticed him awake.

My Commander… She slowly locked eyes with him as he smiled awkwardly. There was an awkward silence between the two as he kept staring up at her, a glint in his eyes. Does he know? She pondered, letting him speak his mind first.

He slowly tested the words, "So, what'd you see?" He asked quickly, expecting a straight answer as she had told him. She nodded with closed eyes. So he doesn't know, that's good.

Sighing deeply, she found herself not content with happened, and felt like she shouldn't be the one to tell him. But for his sake, she went on with the explanation, telling him everything she had seen through his eyes up until he got captured by the Cube. Though, she paused, not going any further after that point. "Observer? What happened after I got...uhhh, captured?" The Commander asked, still disturbed that he was robbed in plain sight. She slowly gained a smile and shrugged slowly.

Her smile bolstered in strength while she tilted her head. "I didn't find anything. The Cube, at that point, was stronger than due to me already using so much power without charge or rest. It would've set a perimeter in which my signature is not allowed in," she lied straight through her teeth and watched as his face turned to one of discontent and dissatisfaction.

That was the bit I was hoping she would get for me. He whined slightly in his head before sighing deeply and rubbing his temples. "At least you tried, Observer," He said before looking away at the wall in thought. If only the pain- wait...the pain. His eyes widened as he slowly felt around his body, confusing Observer as she watched on. The pain is gone...and I don't feel like how I did earlier. I feel...more alive! He chuckled in his head in relief as his hand slowly glided down to his legs and felt around, even if he knew the pain didn't actually exist. A warm feeling grew in him as he gained a sense of triumph, bringing a small smile to his face that he didn't know appeared.

He slowly looked back up at Observer's awaiting and curious eyes. He smiled joyfully as he felt his once cloudy mind clear up.

"Even though you didn't find everything, for some reason, I still feel happy," he confessed, surprising her. "It's like someone finally knows what I've been through." He chuckled in her lap as he further buried the back of his head into her, "It's dumb isn't it?" His laugh small chortles continued as he closed his eyes.

Observer only stared wide-eyed, not knowing why someone would feel relief in the absence of crucial information. Dumbfounded could not explain how she felt. But when she went back and remembered what he said, she couldn't help but shake her head, knowing it was all true. Oh, Commander, you wouldn't even know~. She thought with a smile.

She glanced at the fragments to their side, glared at them, before looking back down. Humming softly, she noticed and rubbed a small tear away from his eyes, before rubbing his temples.

And they stayed like this, the Commander finally accepting the position he was in, as they both relaxed for a small moment. He held back a shiver as he finally thought, To think that Observer, of all Sirens, would be the one I'm most comfortable with so soon. I was thinking it was going to be Purifier but... He sighed again.

"Now," Observer suddenly said, gaining his attention. "I'll tell you what I think caused this whole situation to happen; why you were captured by the Battleship." Almost coincidentally, the fragments blinked a shine as she continued. "The Battleship had awakened, Commander," Observer finally revealed quickly after a long pause. He nodded slowly, looking at her with wide eyes. She slowly looked down at him while uttering: "You awakened the Battleship, a Battleship with a corrupted Wisdom Cube."

I...was I the reason this all happened?

"W-Why-how?" He whispered out as his mind searched for a possible answer, yet resulted in null. "We predict that the ship had begun to awaken upon seeing you on the Kraken, but only after we got close enough to capture the ship, it had finally woken up. Dropping anchor, it approached us before transmitting a looped message," she specifically grazed over the ship's message, the Commander not making any mention of it, she continued, "This seemed to be the last step in its awakening. Though, on the topic of awakenings, a natural awakening process is random, more of an outlier, though I presume that the scenario it was placed in placed enough stress on its already fragile Wisdom Cube." Observer's palm glowed slightly as she transported the shards the Commander had seen earlier.

Instead of feeling the same dread from earlier, it was then replaced by a fuzzy feeling.

"This is what remains of it after we finished it off." She once again revealed, the shards glowing weakly upon being seen. He slowly grabbed one of the shards, before shuddering, and placing it back down slowly. Seeing this odd reaction, Observer frowned. "The Battleships Wisdom Cube was created- born with a defect. Usually, they don't make it past the first day, but it seems this one managed to 'sail under the radar'," She smiled cheekily at her own attempt at a joke before move on. "Moreso, even when they are deployed, they are usually consumed by their own abnormally strange set of emotions and lifestyles. The early versions of the Shipgirls suffered the most due to Humanity's still infant cloning technology that we, coincidentally, gifted them as well." And it seems this one was blinded by its lust for it's supposed Commander. She hypothesized in her head.

"Say, Commander, have you ever commanded any Kansen?" She randomly questioned him.

So into her explanation, he didn't even process the question, not until she repeated it again. The flashbacks of a certain mobile game came to mind, though that was game, and in his head, it didn't count. "O-Oh, no, I haven't. Why? Do you know what Battleship it is?" She shook her head in dismissal.

"It recognized you as it's supposed Commander. It was the Battleship USS Alabama. This is another factor that may have triggered its awakening." He instantly thought back to his game, before narrowing his eyes.

Remembering his game was easy as looking at a famous painting and knowing who painted it. It wouldn't make sense either way. I left Alabama at base affection since I never really thought of using her and just left her like that. That theory was thrown away, before looking up at Observer.

"Each Kansen- no excuse me, each Wisdom Cube can only take a certain amount of stress before they break under the pressure. Seeing many of its comrades die, and it's fate coming, it completely seized at the moment. We did intercept a distress signal, too. Think of it as someone panicking in the middle of the battlefield and not wanting to fight anymore, that's what happened to the Battleship. And once it got close and saw your face, it must've wanted to get closer." Observer shrugged. "Who knows, maybe it had someone as a Captain who once commanded it that looked like you before it's conversion that allowed it to be fully self-automated. This ship's template, the USS Alabama, was especially reactivated, repaired, and fully manned to get the best results to copy. This one was supposed to have a blank slate for memories, but I suppose it carried the memories over by accident." She explained.

Going silent for a while, she frowned at him again, saying, "For summary, this what you wanted to hear from the very beginning is this: After the flash of light, you were captured by the Battleship as it retreated back into its Wisdom Cube. It's attempt to run was soon foiled as we tracked it down to hundreds of miles under the water's surface. After a long battle with it, we defeated it, and took you back to our old base." She looked away once he nodded in confirmation, and let process the information she had given him.

15 minutes would pass, solely reserved just for the Commander. Without warning, he slowly lifted himself up into a sitting position and turned around to face Observer. His eyes slowly landed on the fragments that were put down again. "Are you going to throw them away?" He questioned, only for Observer to shake her head, saying, "The Cube's raw data and combat experience is beyond normal levels. Should we repair it…we should be able to use the data for our greater cause," she looked up at the ceiling with a dreamy look, the Commander remembering that she was all about "data" in-game. "There should be no risk factor."

"Should?"

Observer only smiled and laughed, shaking her head. "With the current calculations, there should be no risk factor that's worthy of taking into account." His mouth opened, but she had already beaten him to it, "The chance of an error happening is a 0.02381% chance." He exhaled sharply in amazement at how far they managed to narrow down the numbers.

She hummed before nodding and getting off the bed. Turning around, she faced the Commander. "There is one last thing that we have to do before we really start operations here." She slammed her foot down on the floor, making him flinch back as a ring of pure yellow energy raced across his room, covering it from corner to corner and eventually leaving through the door's crevices. Soon after he heard a loud squeal outside his door.

Not a second later, the door to the room slammed open, revealing Purifier who wore a giant grin. "Is he going to do it!?" She asked with a giggle wanting to come out the whole time. "What am I doing?" It was now the Commander who questioned Observer, before looking at Purifier who was huffing in and out loudly. The amount of anticipation and excitement in her system was almost palpable. Was she standing out there the whole time? He also questioned.

"Yes, Purifier. Gather the others in the area I planned out yesterday." Purifier saluted with a large smile, before bolting off down the hallway, saying something in a sing-song voice that the Commander couldn't hear.

Observer turned around to face the Commander before reaching out her hand to him. He looked at her, averted his eyes, before taking it slowly as she said, "We wanted to host a small ceremony for making it back safely with you in our ranks." She explained while lifting him off the bed and onto his feet. He slowly stretched his limb, and smiled, forgetting that just earlier he was sore and stiff. Whatever Observer had done to him was obviously of some benefit. Giving him a minute, Observer stood to the side, before the Commander looked at her with an even smile.

"Let's go." He said, reaching for his coat and hat, before putting them on.

Getting lead to the door, Observer put her hand on the handle, before twisting it open. The Commander was soon lead into a long hallway, the walls the same material as his room, or what looked like it. He felt a tug at his hand and looked down at Observer. He nodded before following Observer to wherever she was leading him. "What is this place?" He asked while looking around.

Observer hummed, "It's a base we built some time ago. We call it Agartha, named after the mythical kingdom some of you Humans believe in. You'll see why later." He nodded slowly. Agartha. The kingdom that's said to be at the center of the Earth, or something like that? It seems a bit Human to call it that. Normally, theories sprung up in his mind.

They took a left at the end of the hallway and the Commander gasped slightly as they entered a more-than-larger room that fit various elevators and storage rooms. He felt Observer's hand leave his hand. Despite the industrial-level of equipment, the room still kept it's majestic and royal-like atmosphere like the hallway outside. In some corners, there were boxes stacked on top of other boxes, labeled as "Weapons," and some as "Ammunition," with others he couldn't read.

"Over here, Commander!" Observer called out, already by another entranceway, her grin large and proud at his surprise. She pointed a stray tentacle down the hall, bouncing in place. It seemed that even Observer was excited by what's to happen. "This hall leads to the Command Center!" He nodded and quickly jogged to her before they both moved on, already more interested by the fact that they have a "Command Center".

On the way there, the Commander dragged his hand on a wall of what he now knows is Agartha. The image of these halls being filled to the brink with Sirens, all running down the halls in unison, getting ready for a battle. This hall could easily fit over a hundred individuals from end to end. He couldn't help himself from asking, "What was it like? Using the base when you were at your maximum level of strength?" and in turn, Observer slowly turned her head at him with a laugh.

"We haven't used it yet." She smiled smugly at his surprised expression. "We were building Agartha for the past decade when we were suddenly ordered to give a boost to Humanity. Since then, our numbers dwindled, and our resources were cut immensely and as a result, we were forced to abandon the project. The project was tediously long. We had to program everything so precisely that a failure would have a minimal chance of happening. Various defense mechanisms were to defend the base in the case of an attack. We made this base to fit over a million of our kind, fully self-sustainable, and ready to satisfy our needs when we need to. But don't worry, Agartha is around...I'd say, 90% done." She reassured before opening her palm and projecting a hologram of Agartha and various floors and rooms it held. "All we need is the Dockyards, Cloning facility, R&D Wing, the A.I. that will control the majority of the systems in our absence." She listed off the various things in quick succession, surprising him again with the idea of adding an A.I. to the base. But then his ears perked slightly as he heard the faint sound of music, before turning to Observer, who was grinning ear to ear.

They soon took another turn and came across a large room full of monitors and gadgets, with a giant glass wall that surrounded the whole room, with metal supports running in the corners for support. This would be the ceiling, walls, and floor, that were entirely blacked out, the only exception being the steel floor underneath all the consoles. Entering the room, the music gained in strength, only sounding muffled than clear.

While interested by the consoles, he instead walked directly straight and up to a glass wall, the source of the music, and pressed his hand against it, feeling the vibrations spread throughout his arm. It sounds like...really intense EDM. The music then died down slowly almost in response to his touch and thoughts.

"Commander, there's only one Variable we were missing up until now." Realizing that Observer was still behind him, he whipped around, and noticed that a large metal pedestal had risen out of the floor, the top portion was slanted and cut towards his direction, presenting him a black screen. It looks like one of those high-tech hand scanner thingies you'd see in movies. He noted in his mind, before watching as the screen suddenly gained color, a bright yellow virtual button soon appearing with a symbol on it.

The music started to pick up again.

"The last thing missing from our base was you, Commander. The missing Variable that completes a working Siren Base. The Variable that will create the necessary bond the Siren race needs to live on to see another day." Her even announcement made him feel weird as she walked up next to the pedestal, gave it a glance, before looking up at him. Her smile never dropped as she pointed at it with a hand. "After you, Commander. There's no going back after this." The way she said it made the Commander shiver slightly as he walked up to the pedestal. There was now an uneasiness growing in him as he hesitated to do more than just walk up to it and stare. The music in the background became more than than just that as the volume rose, filling the atmosphere with a more energetic vibe.

Observer grabbed his hand and hovered it above the button. She slowly raised herself high enough to his height with a giggle. "You know you want to press it, Commander," She whispered into his ear softly. "You know you want to give in to your desire to become our Commander." He nodded as a grin started to spread across his mouth. "I do." He whispered back as the music became hypnotic. "Then do it. The only thing holding us back after this is time."

His finger then came crashing down, pressing the button and making a loud alarm blare in his ears. Streaks of yellow light shot out from the pedestal and along the floors and walls. The corners of the walls soon hissed loudly as they began to fold out, making the Commander panic as water soon rushed in.

He shut his eyes as the water crashed against him, but instead of being swept away as he imagined, he was soon caught in the embrace of various tentacles and Observer herself. He held his breath for as long as possible but soon found himself straining. Yet, the whole time, Observer held him tightly, saying words of comfort into his ear. The muffled music soon became clear as day even when he was inside the water, vibrating his very being from the bass.

Before he knew it, he had taken a breath underwater, his eyes snapping open, realizing he could breathe underwater. He turned to look at Observer for a barrage of questions, but Observer put a finger to his lips and turned his head forward.

His eyes were met by another wonderful sight, a smile starting to grin just by the sheer sight.

A Siren Rave.

His theory was confirmed: Agartha is an underwater base, as whatever cavern they were in, housed an entire area just for the Sirens to party in. As silently glided down with Observer, he noticed various lights lighting all over the area as the Sirens fired their lasers wildly towards the air and only into the air, various explosions dotting the depths with various colors like fireworks, the Sirens dancing under the lights. Several light riggings were set up throughout the area lighting the area up like a Christmas tree, their complete disregard for stealth just thrown out the window. His eyes soon landed on two Siren Carriers, who, coincidentally looked like DJ's, were doing just that as co-DJ's.

The streaks of light he saw in the room finally reached the stage. Conductor and Strategist, the Carriers, looked up with large smiles. The streaks seemed to be to alert the other Sirens to his presence as well.

When Conductor and Strategist's eyes landed on the Commander, they both tapped the side of their headphones and their voices soon came alive on their hidden speakers. They pointed their hands at the Commander as whatever Siren's he had, cheered, "Commander, Commander, Commander!" over and over again.

"Everyone! Please welcome our very first COMMANDER of the Siren Fleet!" Their cheers grew louder as the song had reached its peak, before dropping, the harsh but comforting bass shaking him up. Observer swam in front of her as her eyes glowed brightly, grabbing his hand, and tugging at him. "Come, my Commander, the fun has only just begun." She cackled loudly as he was tugged by her.

What the hell did I get myself into?

But elsewhere, on the surface, things weren't like what the Sirens were doing.

A group of Royal Navy Shipgirls, Kansen, had finally reached the location of the distress message Alabama had sent. Leading the Home Fleet was a Battlecruiser, namely, HMS Hood.

"It seems...we were too late." She said with a grim tone, bending over, and picking up a stray piece of metal. Her other Battleships, Rodney and Nelson, cruised around carefully. A Light Cruiser, Sirius, pulled up next to her, her sword resting by her side as she said, "How were the Sirens able to destroy the Eagle Unions fleet, yet no visible Siren casualty has shown itself?" She pondered out loud, looking around cautiously.

Another Light Cruiser, Belfast, took Sirius' side while looking at her. "It's in their nature to take their own corpses with them if they can. The previous battles saw the Sirens die off quickly, thus allowing us to tally their casualties with superb accuracy. Though, strangely, since they won this time, they must've taken any corpses with them," she paused, before looking at Hood. "But what makes this even more strange is the fleet the Sirens went up against was merely a clean-up fleet, meaning the fleet's numbers were much lower than usual. I believe had the fleet been much bigger, they would've won." Belfast theorized.

Hood looked at her, before looking up at the clear sky, "It seems strange indeed, illogical, moreso. The Task Force sent out had no Aircraft Carriers for air support, and neither did they have any Submarines scouting ahead of them," she shook her head and tipped her hat. "No matter, we mustn't dwell on the past now. Acasta, Glowworm, Matchless, Musketeer, Amazon, did any of your sonar's pick up any undersea movement?" The Destroyers she called out only shook their head.

"It's all calm," Glowworm added, kicking at the water gently.

"They must've run off before we got to them. It's obvious enough. They're Sirens after all," Amazon huffed, before crossing her arms. Hood turned her attention to the Carriers: Illustrious, Ark Royal, and Centaur.

"My Planes spotted nothing, even as I told them to fly as long as they can, meaning they would have to ditch in the water," Illustrious reported softly before looking to the North with a lost look, "I lost a good 2 squadrons going North for nothing," Illustrious whispered to herself quietly.

Centaur only nodded mutely with Illustrious. "I sent mine South and found nothing." When it was Ark Royal's turn, she only shook her head as well, splitting her squadrons with Centaur and Illustrious'.

Hood bit her lip and narrowed her eyes. "Reports say they haven't spotted a Siren from the patrols in the North Atlantic, and neither from the South Atlantic." She shifted uncomfortably, as did the others with her.

"H-Hey, what's going to happen to us if we go back empty-handed-" Hood snapped her eyes towards the nervous Acasta. "We won't," Hood snapped, making the small Destroyer flinch back.

As Hood was going to continue talking, they all stiffened up, their radios being filled with crucial information. "...Base is under siege by a surprise attack. We suspect it's the Sirens! Our coordinates are, -##.######, -##.######." Hood's eyes widened slightly as she looked to the South. Not too far in the North, not too far in the South, just right in the middle. That's about...1,300 Kilometers South East from Cape Verde!

She turned to look at the rest of her fleet and nodded to them.

"We all should have enough fuel since we're just 2-3 hours away from those coordinates. We'll make it in time if their defense holds out long enough," calculated Amazon quickly, looking at Hood, who nodded back with a smile who radioed in their availability. "Command, this is Hood, Flagship of the Current Home Fleet. We believe to be the closest combat-ready Fleet within the vicinity of the friendly base under siege. Are we cleared to support?" She would only wait a couple of seconds before she got a response.

"HMS Hood, this is Command, you are green-lighted to defend the base against the Siren fleet, followed by exterminating the enemy." An autonomous voice announced through their radios. Slowly, small grins spread across their faces. "Failure is not an option. Incentive: Suspension or Possible Scrapping. Godspeed." The voice signed off, leaving the Home Fleet in silence once more. Hood turned towards the direction they needed to go and began to accelerate forward. "Let's show them the might of the Royal Navy! Full Ahead!" Hood yelled, her followers cheering in agreement as they chugged along.

Yet, far below their Sonar range, a Lurker giggled before speeding off and radioing in her find.

Fin

A/N: Holy shit. I got way too carried away with this chapter by the end but the motivation to make this was so damn high! Haha! Anyways, the teaser for the next chapter is there, soooo, hype.

Anyways, this came out much later than I expected since the word count kinda got out of my control, by a large margin. Don't know what else to say except Merry Christmas? Eh.

Hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for the continued support!

'Til next time!