Joint Base Hickam-Pearl Harbor, Oahu, Hawaii.
Zumwalt, Wales and Nevada were seen talking in the Base cafeteria, Kimmel had left first because of business with General Maxwell and General Smith of the Marines Corps.
"I apologize that my country from your home world did not assist you, Miss Zumwalt, it is an act that does not reflect well on Great Britain as we never abandon our allies." Wales asserted herself.
"It's okay Wales, really, I understand why your country of my home world isn't helping, you guys in my home world don't have any influence in Asia anymore and again, NATO must be on alert for an attack from Russia through Ukraine or Belarus." Zumwalt said waving her hand repeatedly.
"You heard her Wales, everything has a reason girl." Nevada said while drinking the coffee she had ordered.
"Still, Nevada! Leaving an ally who has helped the Alliance so much without a fight? I don't know what Great Britain's government in that world is thinking." Wales seemed to still be upset that her country in Zumwalt's homeworld was such a coward that it dared not do anything.
"Well, the main conflict is in the Pacific Ocean, thousands of kilometers from Europe, of course they feel reluctant to help the US in the War. But, you said there was one country that intervened directly?" Nevada asked Zumwalt while recalling what she heard earlier.
"Yes, Poland was the only country that sent military assistance in the form of their Kilo-class submarines." Zumwalt nodded her head, remembering the old submarine that fought tenaciously until her last moment.
"Only one?" Wales raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, if I remember correctly, it was used because the Directorate had the technology to detect the presence of the US Navy's Nuclear Submarines, making our hunter submarines the hunted ones. That Kilo Class Submarine, Orzel her name, was able to slip through the cracks of the Directorate's sensor reconnaissance almost unnoticed, it's just a shame that the old lady had to sunk because she was hit by a Stonefish." Zumwalt sighed sadly, she could not quickly make a shot that could help Orzel to stay alive.
"Poland, an example of a country betrayed by my country." Wales again bowed her head in annoyance and shame.
Nevada patted Wales on the shoulder to comfort her while Zumwalt only smiled slightly. "Take it easy Wales, the Germans will lose their steam sooner or later and we can counterattack to quickly end this war that has taken so many lives."
"By the way, your homeworld had a Second World War very similar to this one, right? Can... You tell me how many?" Nevada asked quite quietly.
"Approximately 75 million." Zumwalt answered briefly which made Nevada and Wales widen their eyes, the latter clenching her hands into fists.
"Fucking Jerry." Wales cursed.
"That much..." Nevada looked a little sick at the thought.
"Most of the casualties are from Soviet, China, Southeast Asia and a few other places." Zumwalt continued.
"Okay Zumwalt, I think we've heard enough of that depressing stuff... Can you tell me about the fun stuff?" Nevada quickly changed the subject.
"Sure, what do you want to know about alternate futures?" Zumwalt asked, grateful that Nevada had changed the subject.
"I'm quite curious about the development of food in your homeworld, whether it's get more shitty or not." Nevada said.
"Trust me, Nevada, the development of food in the future is quite rapid and... Unique, you might say." Zumwalt recalled that while on Mare Island where she was being repaired, some young and old sailors beat each other up for arguing about Pizza with pineapple and pickles.
"It would be great if I could try my hand at making it. Do you have a cooking book?" Nevada asked hopefully.
"Of course I do, I'll lend it to you later." Zumwalt smiled.
"Oh look, it looks like it's 11 o'clock, sorry ladies, but my schedule is pretty tight." Nevada laughed before finally leaving the cafeteria, leaving Wales and Zumwalt alone.
Wales looked back at Zumwalt after seeing Nevada leave. "Any other technology that might help with combat performance?"
Zumwalt seemed to have a thinking face, she had been thinking about this all night while cuddling with Laffey, she had some pretty useful ideas.
"There are a few, it's just that the thing I'm going to give you is only useful as a battle support, at least your performance is much better than the enemy shipgirls if we ever come into contact with them again." Zumwalt said.
"No problem, one thing that can be an advantage against the enemy can increase the percentage of victory I will always take." Wales said seriously.
Zumwalt stared at Wales with an indecipherable look before she finally had an idea. "Hey, Wales, you have the persona of a knight, don't you?"
"I AM a knight, Miss Zumwalt." Wales emphasized again.
"Yeah, that's, well... I have several... Reality Simulation, so to speak, that can make you more Knight-like." Zumwalt began.
"I'm listening." Wales crossed her arms.
"So, you can study enemy movements, learn sword techniques and simulate them without getting hurt, unless you're careless of course." Zumwalt said as she took out VIZ goggles from her green jacket pocket.
Zumwalt handed the goggles to Wales, and Wales put them on immediately. Suddenly Wales' vision changed, she seemed to be standing in a green meadow that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Then suddenly twenty meters in front of him, a figure in Samurai armor appeared holding a Katana. The armored figure then attacked Wales with a sharp slash from the right, Wales wanted to dodge but she couldn't, before the sword hit her, suddenly her vision turned black and the glasses she was wearing were taken off.
Zumwalt appeared to have a worried and sheepish face. "Whoopss, sorry, accidentally put you into the battle simulation."
"Bloody hell... That's... The simulation you were referring to earlier? How could that kind of technology exist?" Asked Wales in shock.
"Some engineers, programmers and nerds having a bit too much spare time, but hey, they're really geniuses." Zumwalt replied with an awkward laugh.
Wales slowly returned to normal and let out a long sigh, before looking at Zumwalt, right in the blonde girl's green eyes.
"Zumwalt, I will get my vengeance, so, let me use those glasses again later." Wales said in a much more serious tone.
"Sure... Of course... I am also interested in which sword art is better." Zumwalt replied while raising her shoulders.
Wales nodded her head. "Then I must take my leave first, I must prepare for the arrival of reinforcements from the Royal Navy, Miss Zumwalt, Great Britain will not leave America this time, not if Her Majesty the Queen is still alive and I am her sword."
"Of course Wales, just come to my ship if you want to test the simulation again." Zumwalt waved her hand.
Wales nodded her head and went outside the cafeteria, Zumwalt looked through the window and there was a black Rolls-Royce Phantom III car, Wales entered the car and immediately drove away. Zumwalt muttered. "Man, I really need to get a vehicle."
Light Cruiser Section, American Shipgirl Dormitory, Joint Base Hickam-Pearl Harbor.
Cleveland was seen taking her motorcycle out of the garage in the dormitory. Cleveland's motorcycle was a greenish Indian Scout, she was new to the Navy, but she had already received her basic salary after training at the Naval Academy and the first thing she bought was this motorcycle.
"Cleveland, where are you going?" Asked a beautiful and sexy blue-haired woman who at first glance looked similar to Helana, but she was not Helena but her sister, USS St. Louis.
"Oh, Lou! Good afternoon, I happened to be suddenly called by General Maxwell." Cleveland said with a chuckle.
"Oh? General of the 25th? Why did he call you?" Asked St. Louis curiously.
"Hell if I know, but maybe it's about the battle the other day and he wants to ask a few questions." Cleveland said issuing her speculation.
"I see, I thought you were going out with that pilot." St. Louis said with a teasing grin.
"Oh shut up, Lou!" Cleveland's cheeks flushed, she quickly tried to start the motorcycle.
"Oh the tomboyish Cleve finally fell in love with a man~, what a miracle." St. Louis said dramatically.
"Buzz off!" Cleveland's motorcycle finally started, but before Cleveland could get out, St. Louis spoke in a much serious tone.
"Cleve, you mustn't forget that in 10 days it's the launch day of your sister, Columbia is her name if I'm not wrong?" St. Louis reminded Cleveland.
"Oh goodness, you're right, Lou! Thank you so much for reminding me." Cleveland then excused herself and headed out of the American Shipgirls Dormitory, Light Cruiser Section.
St. Louis laughed with a melodious voice. "Oh the beauty of love~... Now, how do I get a man too?"
Cleveland grumbled under her breath, was it wrong for her to fall in love normally! Cleveland shook her head, they were just joking and didn't mean to say it, it was just that she was embarrassed to be teased all the time.
Cleveland heard something in the sky and saw a PBY Catalina escorted by several aircraft from the mass-produced Aircraft Carrier for the Navy's needs, the Yorktown class.
"Looks like Admiral Nimitz has arrived, I wonder who the welcoming committee is... Ah well, gotta focus on the task at hand!" Cleveland sped up her Indian Scout motorcycle.
Schofield Barracks, Honolulu.
After a short ride, Cleveland arrived in front of Schofield Barracks. Cleveland nodded her head to one of the 25th soldiers standing guard there, causing the soldier to immediately open the fence.
Cleveland entered and parked her Bikes in the guest parking lot, after which she entered the 25th Staff and officers' building. Asking a few people for direction in the hallway, Cleveland finally arrived in front of General Maxwell's office.
"Excuse me, General!" Cleveland knocked three times on the door.
"Come in!" Cleveland entered at the command.
Once inside, Cleveland saw General Maxwell smoking his cigar while sitting in a chair. He motioned Cleveland to close the door which she did immediately.
"General, may I know why you called me?" Cleveland asked curiously.
"Fuahh... Cleveland, I've seen you shipgirls fight yesterday very tenaciously, you are also very good at adapting to changes in battle. When I saw you helping my soldiers yesterday in the battle of repelling the Sirens from Honolulu, I had a fleeting thought, why not have the shipgirls work with the Army as well to help with operations on the ground." Maxwell began.
"Sir, we're not as good in the water at maneuvering." Cleveland interrupted.
"Wait for me to finish talking first, Cleveland, I mean you girls have super strength, super speed and a lot of powers that normal humans don't have, I made a proposal to Kimmel which he sent to the Naval Center, you could say they allowed some of the shipgirls I chose to work as interns in the 25th Division." Maxwell explained.
"It's a little confusing, so you're saying you want shipgirls to work for you?" Cleveland guessed.
"More or less, but with a more formal and legal format, you'll also get an apprentice salary, more experience and knowledge of ground combat." Maxwell nodded his head as he handed Cleveland some papers to read.
Cleveland read the papers Maxwell gave her. She saw important points marked with circles from a pen.
The first point, shipgirls remained in the service of the Navy, they were only loaned to the Army in case there was a ground operation that needed them.
The second point, shipgirls apprenticed to the Army must attend training with other soldiers, at least once a month, formality only.
The third point, shipgirls will be given a rank of Second Lieutenant at the lowest and the highest is yet to be determined, the salary of the apprentice will be adjusted to the rank the shipgirl holds.
Those were more or less the key points Maxwell was referring to, there were quite a few more key points on the papers, but Cleveland only read three of them because it was impossible for her to read and understand all the content of the papers.
"This is all very good... We have no rank in the Navy, but our pay is as much as MCPO or lower, but I know the pay for Aircraft Carrier and Battleship is something akin to Commander or higher." Cleveland said seeing that this Army program was quite interesting.
"But how long does this internship last?" Cleveland asked.
"6 months at the most, it can be extended if the shipgirl in question wants it or there are other interests." Maxwell said.
"Now, the question that's been on my mind... Why me, sir? I'm not a high-ranking shipgirl in Shipgirl Corps." Cleveland said worriedly.
"Honestly Cleveland, you're the only shipgirl I've talked to and worked with in a long time, for now at least, I know you better than Enterprise or Nevada, so I'd like you to present this proposal to the leaders of the Shipgirl Corps, but ultimately the final decision rests with the Navy." Maxwell spoke at length.
"I'm... Pretty touched to hear that, I guess? I'm a relatively new shipgirl, so I'm not used to getting all that praise." Cleveland blushed slightly.
Maxwell laughed before smiling like a father to his children. "The 25th Division will be your second home, shipgirls, many of my soldiers idolize you all, consider you some kind of heroes from a fictional book. I've always heard stories that they want to be more helpful to you, shipgirls, more than just helping evacuate civilians." Maxwell said finishing his short presentation.
Cleveland thought about it all, it made sense why Maxwell said that, if they wanted to win this war against Siren, then they had to work together and use everything they had to achieve that goal.
"General, I don't know the answer from the Navy, but you can assume that I agree with this proposal." Cleveland said seriously.
Maxwell smiled. "Thank you, Cleveland."
Shipgirl-only port, Joint Base Hickam-Pearl Harbor.
Zumwalt seemed to be walking alone, seeing that the damage caused by the Japanese had been cleaned up a lot. The damage caused by the Japanese also seemed to be less severe than in the home world, perhaps because the Zumwalt intervened and destroyed the enemy Carrier Fleet before they could launch a second wave. Zumwalt walked with the intention of taking a look at the ships docked in this harbor.
She also did not forget to wear her VIZ goggles to record every ship here, for future battle reference. As she was walking, Zumwalt passed by a beautiful black-haired woman with a side ponytail style with blue clothes that were quite open.
Zumwalt approached the woman and greeted her. "Good afternoon, Miss."
The woman immediately looked at Zumwalt sharply, her face seemed to be holding back anger and sadness, before finally saying. "Good afternoon too..."
"You... Look sad, are you a shipgirl?" Zumwalt asked cautiously.
"Pennsylvania, just call me Penny... I almost lost my sister, they almost took her away from me." The woman who turned out to be Pennsylvania looked very angry.
"Pennsylvania, then your sister is... Arizona, how is she?" Asked Zumwalt worriedly, she knew what happened to her in her home world.
"She is still unconscious, but the injuries she received are so severe, I'm not sure if they can be healed." Said Penny sadly.
"The ship?" Zumwalt asked cautiously.
"Her ship is currently being prioritized for lifting from the water, she can still be saved said Vestal and the Navy officials... But I'm not sure." Said Penny in frustration.
"I'm sorry to hear that... By the way my name is Zumwalt, nice to meet you Penny, I just hope we can meet at a much better time." Zumwalt said while patting Penny on the shoulder.
"Yeah... That seems like it would be better than now, Thank you and sorry for having to listen to the ramblings of an old ship like me." Penny scratched the back of her head.
"Hey, you've been through a lot and you're one of the oldest Battleships the US has in their inventory, don't ever look down on yourself again, Penny." Zumwalt said seriously.
Penny gave a small smile. "Again, Thank you, I really needed to hear that. I wanted to talk to you more, but I was called away by Admiral Kimmel." Penny saluted Zumwalt before finally leaving for where Admiral Kimmel was.
Zumwalt continued her leisurely stroll while greeting some tiny shipgirls that might be Destroyers. Without realizing it, her feet brought her to an Aircraft Carrier there, Zumwalt looked at the ship number and it was Enterprise's ship.
Zumwalt saw her own Enterprise standing nearby looking out at the ocean, next to her was a blonde woman in a revealing outfit. Zumwalt approached them.
"Enterprise, we meet again." Zumwalt greeted.
Enterprise turned around and gave a small smile. "Zumwalt, fancy seeing you here, taking a walk?"
"Yeah, I was feeling a bit claustrophobic on the ship, so I thought, why not go for a walk while things are looking up? That's more or less it." Zumwalt laughed.
Enterprise then continued speaking. "Oh yeah, I haven't introduced who's next to me yet, she's Hornet, my little sister."
"Hey Sis, can't you introduce me in a cooler way?" Hornet, the blonde twintail haired woman seemed to complain a little.
"Ah sorry, I guess you can do it yourself without me." Enterprise smiled awkwardly.
"Haah, you are... Hello Zumwalt, my name is Hornet, I'm not like my sisters, but I'm strong too." Hornet made a 'V' sign with her finger.
"Nice to meet you too, Hornet, you know me, the USS Zumwalt, a US destroyer from an alternate future." Zumwalt smiled a little after introducing herself.
"Yes, I heard also from the stories of the girls around, saying that you were some kind of game changer in the battle the other day, I'm honestly curious." Hornet spoke with excitement.
"Huh... You're not like what I thought." Zumwalt said a little surprised.
"...You think I'm going to be a 'Tsundere' like those damn Japanese people say? No Zumwalt, I do have blonde hair in a twintail style, Well sorry about that! That's because I, Hornet, am not a stereotypical woman!" Hornet said excitedly and proudly.
Enterprise shook her head at that. "Don't call her Big Wasp either, she'll get mad."
"That's right, Big Sis, I'll be furious, roar!" Hornet tried to imitate the roar of a monster, making Zumwalt and Enterprise chuckle.
"There, that's pretty good. Thanks for the entertainment." Zumwalt stopped laughing after a while.
"As Zumwalt said, your sense of comedy is getting better Hornet." Enterprise complimented her brother.
"... It's only your sense of humor that's bad, Sis." Hornet made a deadpan face.
"Oi-" Before Enterprise could scold her brother, a siren suddenly sounded...
"Enemy attack?" Enterprise looked up at the sky.
Zumwalt held her head. "No, but I'm detecting at least 30 ships to the west. From the radar signature, it looks like those are Siren ships."
"Then we have to fight, Hornet, follow me!" Enterprise hurriedly boarded her ship.
"Oi big sister! We haven't finished resupplying and repairing yet!" Hornet shouted before finally running to board her ship as well.
"Well, looks like they need an escort ship." Zumwalt ran back to her ship.
There, Francisco, Sandy, Javelin and Laffey were still relaxing on the ship.
"Everyone, general alert! The enemy fleet has been detected thirty eight nautical miles west of Pearl Harbor, I will be their screening ship, you may join if you wish." Zumwalt said hurriedly as she untied her mooring lines.
"Siren?!" Javelin cried.
"Aye, J, are you girls coming?" Asked Zumwalt.
"Silly question, Miss Zummy." Francisco laughed.
"We'll catch up, just go ahead okay?" Sandy, Javelin and Francisco then jumped off Zumwalt's deck into the harbor, then ran to find their respective ships.
Laffey still looked a little sleepy, making Zumwalt sigh and kneel before her. "Laffey, do you want to come help?"
"Mhmh... Helping Zummy." Laffey replied sleepily.
"Then why don't you take your ship like the others?" Zumwalt asked curiously.
"They're stupid, they forgot that we, shipgirls, can control our ships from a distance." Laffey grumbled.
"...That's very convenient." Said Zumwalt who had just learned that fact.
"Umu, so can I just be here with you?" Laffey hugged Zumwalt and buried her head in Zumwalt's cleavage covered by her jacket and shirt.
Zumwalt let out a short sigh before finally stroking Laffey's head lovingly. She saw several manned tugboats helping her to get out of the harbor. Zumwalt gave them a salute to which the crew of the tugs returned the salute from Zumwalt.
Zumwalt increased her speed to 33 knots in order to match the speed of Enterprise and Hornet who had set sail first. Zumwalt contacted Enterprise by radio.
"Enterprise, some of our Vanguards are coming out of the harbor, can you slow down a bit?" Zumwalt said.
"Understood, I apologize if I seem to be in a hurry, I don't want any further attacks to fall on my home." Enterprise said apologetically.
"It's okay girl, I know what you mean, I don't want to see this place burn again either, together we are strong, remember that." Zumwalt then turned off the radio.
Zumwalt carried Laffey to the bridge, Zumwalt positioned her ship just to the starboard of Enterprise's ship, they were approximately 4 kilometers away.
Half an hour passed and several ships that Zumwalt identified as San Francisco, San Diego, Javelin and Laffey arrived and formed a diamond formation, with two Aircraft Carriers in the center of the formation.
Zumwalt, who had changed her position to the front, contacted the Nevada on base. "Nevada, come in Nevada, this is Zumwalt."
"Zumwalt, this is Nevada, your voice sounds very clear, over." Nevada's voice entered her ears.
"We will enter the AO in half an hour, are there any Submarines in the area of operations, over?" Zumwalt asked while looking at her underwater sensors.
"There are two Gato-class Submarines there, Admiral Kimmel and Nimitz have given orders to those two Submarines to make a preemptive strike, have you entered the firing radius of your gun?" Asked Nevada.
"Positive, I can shoot them from here, but I need a way to confirm visually, all my drones have been destroyed and are in the rebuilding stage. I'll have Enterprise perform that task." Zumwalt replied.
"Understood, take care, Zumwalt, tell the others too." Nevada cut the communication.
"What did Nevada say, Zumwalt?" Enterprise asked suddenly.
"She loves you all." Zumwalt replied with a grin.
"Yeah, right." Enterprise replied sarcastically.
Enterprise and Zumwalt's conversation on the open network was overheard by the other ships which made them laugh.
"Enterprise, can you fly some of your aircraft to be my eyes in the air?" Zumwalt asked.
"Sure, fly some Corsairs into the air right now." Sure enough, Zumwalt and the others could see several F4U Corsairs appear on Enterprise's runway. One by one, the aircraft took to the air.
"Alright, entering bombardment mode." Zumwalt's ship instantly slowed down, which made the other ships slow down as well.
A 155mm caliber cannon emerged from the dome at the bow of the Zumwalt. The cannon rotated and aimed at the enemy positions in the distance.
"Commencing firing, now." One bullet came out of the Zumwalt's cannon fiercely, followed by the second, third and so on. Per minute, the Zumwalt fired about 13 bullets that flew at high speed.
5 minutes passed and approximately 65 shells fired from the Zumwalt's railgun flew towards the enemy fleet. All the shipgirls in the fleet were amazed at the sound of gunfire and how powerful the Zumwalt Railgun was.
Especially Hornet and Enterprise who had not seen firsthand the greatness of the Zumwalt's Railgun. Enterprise immediately turned her gaze to one of her Corsairs near the enemy. She looked carefully, a few seconds passed and one of the Siren's black heavy cruisers was instantly torn apart, the other ship as well.
The dumbfounded Enterprise saw the scene where the shells from Zumwalt's railgun had just sunk at least 20 enemy ships and the rest were badly damaged, to the point she didn't hear Zumwalt calling out to her.
"Oi, Enterprise!"
"Ah!- Sorry, Zumwalt, but all your shots hit the target, confirmed 20 enemy ships sunk and the rest heavily damaged." Enterprise reported.
"Woohoo!"
"Bullseye, Zumwalt!"
"Miss Zummy is the best!"
Compliments flooded the communication channel between the Fleets, making Zumwalt shake her head, this is too easy. She thought with worry.
"What the hell?!" Enterprise's panicked and shocked voice suddenly sounded on the communication channel.
"Sister! What's wrong?" Hornet cried.
"Enterprise!!!"
"Some unknown aircraft just did a flyby, damn that thing is fast!" Said Enterprise.
"Enterprise, can you see any identifying marks on these planes?" Zumwalt asked.
"Uhh yes, these unidentified aircraft for some reason are using the US Naval Aviation logo." Reported Enterprise who seemed to be trying desperately to catch up with the planes.
"Huh? US Naval Aviation?" Zumwalt was now confused.
A few minutes passed and Enterprise returned with a report. "For God's sake, that ship is huge!"
"Enterprise, what ship are you referring to?" Zumwalt asked.
"I don't know, it looks like an Aircraft Carrier but super big. It's probably over 300 meters long." Enterprise continued to report, her voice seemingly rising.
"Wait... A super large aircraft carrier, over 300 meters long and black aircraft with the American Naval Aviation insignia? Enterprise! Can you see the hull number?" Asked Zumwalt who seemed to realize something.
"Uhh yes! There's a number near the island, it's 77! Do you recognize it?" Asked Enterprise.
"Aye, she is the USS George H.W. Bush, the last carrier of the Nimitz class and one of the first Ships the Directorate sunk in the War." Zumwalt replied darkly.
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"They have met, clichéd plot."
"That's right, my brethren, it happens in almost every possible way."
"Should we raise the difficulty level?"
"No no no, there is no need to overdo it like that, our goal is to overcome the two modern ships that are here, not to destroy this timeline, this is one of the timelines that caught the attention of the Arbiters."
"Meaning?"
"There are some things, I can't explain before there is certainty."
"Is there a possibility of other modern ships from that world coming to this timeline as well?"
"Most likely yes, whoever sent those ships here is really trying to give us a ridiculously huge middle finger, how childish."
"Why don't we stop them then?"
"Stop some ships that might come and at the expense of ruining this timeline? No, not a thousand years of life."
"So... We're just going to let them, the Axis faction, be slaughtered by the Allies?"
"The choice is theirs, they made the Second World War happen, there are many factors that could have made them united, but it seems that the Axis faction in this timeline is much more... Selfish and arrogant than usual."
"Will it be a problem?"
"The probability of it becoming a problem and ruining the timeline is 55 percent, it will increase if they don't quickly realize that we have been manipulating them."
"How long do you think it will take for that to happen?"
"The Axis Faction surrendering? The earliest is probably 1943, especially with the development of technology in this timeline which is too... Abnormal you could say."
"How can you say abnormal?"
"They, the United States, have already started researching ballistic missiles, nuclear-powered ships and several technologies that should have existed in the 1970s and above, as well as Germany which is currently using the world's first MBT and GPS-guided rockets, they also have satellites in orbit, abnormal right?"
"...This timeline, there seems to be someone playing the thread behind the scenes."
"There's always something like that, my friend, there's always something like that. Don't worry, we'll find them, we always find them. We just have to focus on the task before us."
"Right, the task is more important."
"Just remember, don't let the Purifiers deploy to this timeline, or there will be grave consequences."
"Understood. For all of Humanity."
"For all of Humanity."
TBC.
I'll admit, I had way too much fun typing this chapter, it's really fun you know writing something I like and am passionate about.