Iron Blood Research Bureau
July 29, 1942
12:00 PM
Bismarck strode down the hallway of the Research Bureau Building, accompanied by her Escorts and Iron Blood's foremost expert in weaponry, Dr. Stein.
Dr. Stein, a man in his early thirties, had dedicated years to Iron Blood's Weapon Research, striving to counter the Siren threat. However, the technological superiority of Iron Blood was now being challenged by the new ships in Azur Lane's possession.
He had been tasked by Herr Bismarck and the Führer himself to find a solution to this problem and develop countermeasures against these Kansens.
His work was constantly disrupted by the Modern Kansens' unveiling of new abilities, which rendered his previous countermeasures obsolete, mere child's play in comparison.
But this time, he was determined to surpass those capabilities. He had developed new weapons to counter the jet-powered planes equipped with missiles, and designed new jet-planes with swept-wings to match the descriptions provided by Graf Zeppelin.
The design of the jet-plane was based on the F/A-18 black-n-white photos provided by Graf Zeppelin. The resulting jet-powered plane resembled a Northrop F-5, but with added curves inspired by the Me 262 design. Anti-Ship Missiles, a new version of the V-2 Rocket, were dubbed V-3 Rockets. And V-4 Rockets were being installed on the Scharnhorst Sisters to counter aerial threats.
"You seem more cheerful these days, Doktor," Bismarck commented, noticing Dr. Stein's unusually upbeat mood.
"Ja, Herr Bismarck. I am in high spirits today because I have finally completed a working jet-powered plane prototype on schedule," Dr. Stein replied, a wide grin on his face.
"When will that plane flew my deck?" Graf Zeppelin inquired, unable to contain her eagerness to command the cutting-edge Iron Blood jet-plane.
"Soon, dear Zeppelin, soon. But for now, let us test it on the ground before entrusting it to your deck. We must identify and rectify any faults or mishaps first," Dr. Stein cautioned.
"What about the V-4 and V-3 Rockets? Are they undergoing testing today?" Bismarck asked.
"Nein."
Bismarck's brows furrowed at Dr. Stein's curt response. "Why not?"
Dr. Stein cleared his throat, preparing to explain the complications to Herr Bismarck. "The V-4 Rockets' guidance system is not functioning as intended. The internal electronics only target slow-moving Bombers, failing to acquire High-Speed and maneuverable Fighters, the very targets they were designed to intercept. Furthermore, the cost of each V-4 Rocket is equivalent to ten Anti-Air Shells, yet with the same dismal hit rate."
"Herr Bismarck, if the V-4 Rockets fail so miserably, the Scharnhorst Sisters will remain seating on the docks," Graf Zeppelin pointed out, her tone laced with frustration.
Dr. Stein added, "And that's not all. The Missile Launcher onboard requires more maintenance than initially planned. The harsh and windy conditions of the North Sea are the primary reason for this increased maintenance."
Bismarck contemplated their predicament. The new weapon systems were not performing as expected. However, given the novelty of the technology, mishaps and delays were not entirely surprising. "What about the V-3?"
"The V-3 Rockets are functioning properly. However, the only aircraft capable of carrying them is a full-fledged Bomber. Their sheer size dwarfs our Twin-Engine Fighter Planes. But we are currently constructing a truck-mounted launcher for ground-based deployment."
"If those Truck-Launchers can be mass-produced, I want them deployed along our coastline to defend against any potential Azur Lane land invasion," Bismarck ordered.
"Azur Lane launching an Amphibious Landing on continental Europe? Hah!" Dr. Stein scoffed at the very notion.
Graf Zeppelin interjected, shattering the Scientist's delusion. "Doktor. They decisively defeated Iron Blood's counterpart in their world. Remember, we are facing an 'advanced' adversary. You should choose your words with more care, Doktor."
Dr. Stein gritted his teeth at the word 'advanced' used to describe their adversaries. He then turned to face Graf Zeppelin, determination burning in his eyes. "I will not allow it. I will not allow anyone to set foot on this Nation's soil. I will obliterate them with my creations."
"I am merely reminding you, Doktor, of the Sakura Empire's mistake: their overconfidence and underestimation of their opponent, which ultimately led to their downfall." She leaned closer to his face, attempting to instill a sense of urgency.
"Those Kansens are far more dangerous than Roon or any of our PR Ships. One Shipgirl with Bunny-ears single-handedly defeated six of our ships in a matter of minutes. I doubt your inventions will matter much if they are destroyed before they can even be deployed," she said in her characteristically cynical tone.
"Why, you...!" Dr. Stein fumed at the words spilling from Graf Zeppelin's mouth.
Bismarck intervened, placing her staff between the two to prevent an impending argument. "Enough! Both of you. This is hardly the time for squabbling. We must hasten to the testing site."
The two straightened up, acknowledging the reprimand. "Jawohl."
~At the Testing Site~
Eugen, Hipper, Z-23, and the rest of Iron Blood's High-Ranking Military officials were gathered at the runway, awaiting Herr Bismarck's arrival.
"She certainly takes her time, doesn't she?" one of the High-Ranking officers commented, exhaling a plume of smoke.
Eugen scoffed, drawing the man's attention. "Herr Bismarck is a Lady. A Lady takes her time to prepare for a significant occasion."
Another High-Ranking officer, clad in Naval uniform, snatched the cigarette from the first man's mouth, tossed it to the ground, and crushed it beneath his boot. "You know she detests the smell of cigarette smoke in her vicinity."
"I couldn't care less about that. Besides, she isn't even here yet," the first High-Ranking officer retorted, his tone insolent, much to the annoyance of everyone around him.
"Watch your mouth, or I will report you!" Hipper shouted at the man, her fury barely contained.
Eugen restrained her sister, preventing her from making a rash move. They were in no position to argue with the High-Ranking Military officials surrounding them.
"Schwester, stop. We are not in a position to argue with them," she urged.
The Iron Blood High-Ranking Military officials were now openly leering at the two Sisters. Their attention was focused on Eugen's seductive features, many of them envisioning her as their personal comfort.
Eugen could feel their predatory gazes, like invisible hands caressing her exposed skin. She subtly adjusted her attire, attempting to conceal the parts of her body that were most exposed, feeling a sense of unease in the presence of these men.
However, one Naval Officer positioned himself between the Shipgirls and the rest of the Iron Blood High-Ranking Military officials. He recognized the implications of those lecherous stares directed at the Shipgirls.
"I do not appreciate those stares you are directing at my Shipgirls," he said, his voice firm as he faced the other High-Ranking officers.
One of them, his tone authoritative, scoffed. "You should choose your words carefully, Kommandant Hanz. You might find yourself out of a job."
The rest of them erupted in laughter at the lone Naval Officer defending his Shipgirls from a group of old-pers.
Z-23 stood behind him, gripping his shirt tightly. She knew the Kommandant had a tendency to pick fights with those who dared to insult his subordinates.
"Kommandant... please do not provoke them. They are merely trying to goad you," she pleaded, her voice filled with concern.
The Kommandant responded, his voice calm despite the tension. "I will not. I will not do that... Z-23." He could feel her grip tightening on his shirt.
As the High-Ranking officers continued to laugh, they were interrupted by the sound of an approaching engine. They turned towards the source of the noise and saw a Black Car leading a convoy of Trucks filled with uniformed and geared Iron Blood soldiers.
Everyone immediately snapped into formation, as if nothing untoward had transpired. The lead car stopped in front of them, and armed escorts surrounded it.
They all formed a neat line as the passengers emerged from the vehicle. Bismarck, Graf Zeppelin, and Dr. Stein.
They walked towards the waiting Shipgirls and High-Ranking Military officials. As she drew closer, Bismarck noticed the expression on Eugen's face, the same expression she wore whenever she felt uncomfortable surrounded by such men.
She slowly approached her and asked, her voice low. "Are you alright?"
"Ja, Herr Bismarck. I am alright," she responded, attempting to project an air of normalcy, though her true feelings were evident. Bismarck noticed her discomfort.
"I apologize for having to summon you here."
"There is no need. It is my duty to be here when you command it," Eugen replied, not wanting to add to the burdens Bismarck already carried.
"Inform me immediately if they behave inappropriately again," Bismarck instructed in a low voice, audible only to her and Eugen. Eugen gave a subtle nod.
Dr. Stein, standing slightly closer to the two, overheard their conversation and muttered under his breath, "Damn perverts." He shared a deep-seated disdain for the High-Ranking officials present.
He had a different reason to loathe them. They consistently diverted funds intended for his research projects to indulge their own hedonistic desires.
"Are you two finished?" Dr. Stein called out, impatiently waiting near the massive hangar doors where the new Iron Blood Fighter was being stored.
"Ja, we are finished here," Bismarck replied as she walked towards him.
Dr. Stein adjusted his lab coat as everyone gathered around for the aircraft's maiden unveiling before its intended audience. "Ladies and Gentlemen..."
He scanned their faces, noting the mixture of speculative curiosity and excitement. However, he also saw the familiar expressions he despised: doubt and skepticism towards his creations. "I present to you... the Messerschmitt 262 Neu (New)."
At his signal, the two guards slid open the massive hangar doors, revealing a peculiar fighter that caused many to squint.
The aircraft resembled a hybrid of the Northrop F-5 and the Messerschmitt 262. The cockpit, nose, and landing gear were derived from the Me 262, along with its improved Jet-Engine. The rest was a newly manufactured airframe designed specifically for this plane.
Graf Zeppelin spoke, her tone slightly disappointed as the actual aircraft failed to match her mental image. "I had expected it to be more... angular."
Murmurs and whispers rippled through the ranks of the High-Ranking officials as they exchanged opinions about the plane. They too had anticipated a completely new design, rather than an improved Me 262.
"Graf is correct. We had expected a more angular design," one of the High-Ranking officers stated, voicing the collective sentiment.
Dr. Stein's brows furrowed as he listened to the criticism of his work. "Listen here, pencil pushers!" He slammed his palm against the nose of the aircraft to capture their attention.
"This is merely a prototype! It is intended to evaluate the flight characteristics of this design, not a finished product!"
Silence descended upon the group after the Scientist's sudden outburst. Dr. Stein composed himself as everyone fell silent.
He had spent weeks attempting to replicate the design and performance of the F/A-18, but his efforts were hampered by the limitations of current technology. The Iron Blood jet-engine lacked the power to lift such a heavy aircraft, forcing him to compromise on various design elements, including the angular shape and bomb racks.
Bismarck spoke first, her tone pragmatic. "How does its performance compare to the new Ships possessed by Azur Lane?"
"I cannot say with certainty how this plane compares to Azur Lane's new Ships. Most of their capabilities remain shrouded in secrecy, and engagements against that aircraft are typically brief, lasting mere seconds. Often, the target is unaware of being targeted until it is too late."
"Then what is the point of building this plane if it is useless against that aircraft in aerial combat!" one of the High-Ranking officers exclaimed, his voice dripping with criticism.
"This plane is merely a stepping stone towards achieving aerial supremacy against both the Sirens and Azur Lane," he retorted.
Dr. Stein and the High-Ranking officials engaged in a silent staring contest, seemingly oblivious to Bismarck's presence. She was slowly losing her patience with these men, who were behaving like bickering children in front of her.
"Enough chit-chat in the air. Now," Graf Zeppelin interjected, her voice laced with boredom as she grew tired of the explanations and arguments. The only way to convince her was to witness its performance in the air.
Without wasting any further breath on explanations, he ordered the ground crews to prepare the aircraft for takeoff on the runway.
Everyone covered their ears as the roar of the two jet-engines filled the air, and the aircraft began its roll down the runway.
Graf Zeppelin watched the plane take off, her mind filled with the memory of the sheer power and authority of the aircraft she had witnessed previously.
Every night, the image of a heavily armed Hornet haunted her dreams, as her own planes were shot down one by one. Little did she know that even beyond the capabilities of 5th Generation Planes, there existed a silent predator that hunted every pilot in the sky.
Even the Sirens feared this ghost in the sky, unable to detect it. And those who did encounter it met a swift and certain demise. The 6th Gen F/A-25 Hellcat (NGAD) instilled terror in the hearts of Siren Carriers as they watched their squadrons of Siren planes be annihilated by a silent assassin.
The Me 262 Neu was accompanied in the sky by BF-109s, Me 155s, and Me 262s to allow for a direct comparison of their performance. The Me 262 Neu outperformed all three aircraft by a significant margin in both speed and maneuverability.
The High-Ranking Military officials who had initially criticized the plane now watched with dropped jaws at its impressive performance. Their doubt had been replaced by optimism as they witnessed it soar through the sky, its twin jet-engines roaring.
They now felt a surge of confidence in their technological superiority, envisioning this aircraft and its squadrons decimating Azur Lane's propeller-driven aircraft.
Hipper covered her ears as the aircraft performed a fly-by directly overhead. "It's even louder than a normal Me 262," she exclaimed.
"Ja, it seems so," Bismarck replied, maintaining her stoic expression and cold demeanor in front of the High-Ranking Military officials.
However, her composure faltered when Graf Zeppelin spoke. "That is merely an imitation."
Everyone was surprised by Graf Zeppelin's statement, even though they were well aware of her cynical nature.
Bismarck slowly turned her attention to her. "What do you mean by that?"
Graf Zeppelin clenched her fist as she recalled the roar and raw power of the General Electric 414 jet-engine as the F/A-18 Super Hornet dominated the skies above the Sakura Empire. Its shape and silhouette instilled fear in its adversaries.
"The power it possesses, and the authority it commands, far surpass this mere imitation soaring above us," she said in her typical cynical tone. "The sound of those engines is etched into my mind and haunts my dreams... every night."
She was deeply disappointed that this aircraft would not be sufficient to match the performance of that Carrier's planes. She trembled as she remembered the devastation it had unleashed upon the Siren fleet. Those ships had been utterly helpless against the prowling predator in the sky, as it looked down upon its defenseless prey.
"What! Are you saying that the aircraft you faced was far more dangerous than the Siren Planes?!" Hipper exclaimed in shock, realizing for the first time the extent of Graf Zeppelin's fear.
The High-Ranking Military officials now felt the weight of the threat they faced. Their top-tier Carrier was terrified by the mere existence of one of the aircraft depicted in the photos.
Bismarck placed her right arm on Graf's left shoulder, offering comfort. "I am sorry you had to face such an enemy. Next time, I will ensure you are equipped with the necessary planes and weapons to combat her," she said, her voice reassuring.
Kommandant Hanz spoke, his tone laced with concern. "How are we supposed to face an enemy that employs missiles, if we cannot even develop our own missiles capable of shooting down planes?"
Everyone in the hangar turned to him for a moment, then shifted their gaze to the Scientist, who was scratching the back of his head, searching for an answer.
"About that," Dr. Stein said, drawing their attention. "V-5 Rockets are currently under development. They are the smallest in the V-2 Rocket Family."
One of the other High-Ranking officers inquired, "When can we expect this weapon to be deployed?"
Dr. Stein responded in a sarcastic tone, aiming his words directly at the High-Ranking officers he despised. "If you Dummköpfe were not diverting the funding from our R&D to indulge yourselves with your whores, I would estimate... approximately one month."
"Why you!"
One of the High-Ranking officers felt his pride wounded by the insult. The other High-Ranking officers restrained him, preventing him from attacking the smart-aleck Scientist.
The High-Ranking officers were forbidden from harming him, as he was the only genius capable of providing solutions to their problems. And the Führer would be furious if one of their Top Scientists were killed over such a trivial matter.
"That is enough! Both of you," Bismarck commanded, her voice firm. "We are facing a significant problem here!" She then turned to Dr. Stein. "I want that project accelerated into production and deployed within months."
"Jawohl," Dr. Stein replied with a lazy salute.
She then addressed the other High-Ranking officers to her right. "I want you all to prepare our borders for defense. This is not the time for complacency. Our enemies are conducting espionage within the Sardegna Empire, and here you all are, wasting money on women instead of focusing on our defenses."
She had grown tired of these High-Ranking officers, who were always demanding funding but never delivering tangible results.
The High-Ranking officers felt as if her words were a knife twisting in their chests, a stark reminder of their negligence. The absence of significant military activity along their borders, particularly in the east, had bred incompetence and a wasteful squandering of resources on frivolous pursuits.
"Jawohl!" they responded forcefully, not daring to provoke her further.
"Gott..." Bismarck sighed, the weight of their situation pressing down on her.
~Time Skip~
As the High-Ranking officers departed the hangar, each heading to their assigned posts, Bismarck and the remaining Shipgirls were left behind.
Graf Zeppelin circled the prototype aircraft, her gaze meticulously examining every contour and weapon mount beneath its wings. She envisioned the possibility of finally going toe-to-toe with that dreaded Carrier, armed with a squadron of these mass-produced fighters.
Kommandant Hanz spoke, breaking her reverie. "Do you believe that aircraft, equipped with missiles, could stand against the terrifying plane from your nightmares?"
"Nein," she replied flatly. "I did not observe the full extent of its capabilities. I do not believe this will be sufficient to face it."
Eugen interjected, adding her own observation. "We primarily witnessed its bombing capabilities, and the ease with which it swatted Siren planes out of the sky."
"Wait! Are you saying that aircraft engaged Siren Planes while carrying bombs?!" Kommandant Hanz exclaimed in surprise.
He knew that Dive-Bomber planes could be formidable fighters after releasing their payload, but engaging and defeating Siren Planes with such ease while still carrying bombs was unprecedented in his understanding of aerial combat.
"Ja," Eugen, Z-23, and Graf Zeppelin confirmed in unison.
Kommandant Hanz finally began to understand the depth of Graf Zeppelin's nightmares.
~Quick commercial break~
(F-25: That's rough, buddy.)
(F-22: Bitch! You, me, and what your so-called friends here in the sky. Now!)
(F/A-18: Whoa, I thought your whole kind was in a grave.)
(F-22: It's not a grave, it's a prison cell where me and the other Raptors sat and collected dust.)
(F-35: Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be in retirement housing?)
(F-22: Ha, ha. Very funny.)
(F/A-18: Then why are you here?)
(F-22: Well, it all started when the Enterprise Strike Group vanished, then this crazy other phenomenon followed suit. US Military inventory ranging from Missiles to Bombs, everything that was made for un-healthcare... those what I just mentioned just vanished, and it was on the list of the missing Cargo Ship.)
(AH-64: Hey, that's us.)
(F-22: Do you want me to finish talking or what?)
(AH-64: Sorry, I got excited. Go on.)
(F-22: After that phenomenon of the missing Carrier Strike Group and Military hardware, another shitshow appeared. The entire Space Force just got spooked as they received an SOS Signal from the distance of a Million light-years from another Universe. And the Green Weenies in the Pentagon assumed it was a warning for Alien envision. And because of that, Grandpa Buff just got his "Expiration Date" canceled.)
(F-25, F/A-18, F-35, and AH-64: Damn...)
(F-22: And everyone thought we were facing Alien Invasion in the near future. Me and my bros are back and out of the cage.)
(F-35: Damn... We've been intercepting Alien ass here for months now.)
(F-22: Wait—what? The fuck did you just say?)
(F-35: Ummm... We've... been intercepting Alien ass for month----)
(F-22: Motherfucker! I've been here in one of the Air-Force Storage Bases in Arizona collecting dust, while you motherfuckers are intercepting Alien ass like it's Sunday!)
(F-35: Umm... yes...)
(F-22: Put me there, NOW! ---)
(F-25, F/A-18, F-35, and AH-64 Cut off communication to Earth)
~Back to the Story~
"Who would build such an aircraft!" Kommandant Hanz exclaimed in astonishment.
"Ja, Kommandant. It swatted the Siren Planes out of the sky without compromising its bombing run in the slightest," Z-23 confirmed, recalling the image of a Siren Battleship being cleaved in two by a single bomb.
Dr. Stein and Bismarck stood in a corner, far from the ears of the others, engaged in a classified discussion, a secret known only to the two of them.
"How is the other priority progressing?" Bismarck asked, her tone turning serious.
"It is proceeding excellently... thanks to the Orochi's Blueprint, we have managed to incorporate a new Laser Weapon and Defense System, which is currently being installed on your Ship," Dr. Stein reported.
"Those resources should be allocated to retrofitting other Shipgirls, not just myself," Bismarck insisted, feeling a pang of guilt for the others who had yet to receive any upgrades.
"Nein," Dr. Stein disagreed firmly. "Your rearmament takes precedence over all others." He turned to face her, his expression grave. "The Führer desires your immediate deployment. He wants you to resolve this problem that is hindering Iron Blood's technological advantage over the Allies and Sirens, utilizing your new retrofits."
"What about my Schwester? Will she receive any retrofits?" Bismarck inquired, her concern for Tirpitz evident.
"Resources are limited. I do not believe she requires such extensive upgrades. She has been strategically positioned in the fjords to safeguard our northern borders against the Royal Navy," Dr. Stein explained.
"I see..." Bismarck said, a hint of sorrow in her voice for her sister's isolated deployment in the cold north. She then raised her head and asked again, "So, what was the name?"
Dr. Stein smirked, savoring the dramatic reveal. "We have designated it... 'Bismarck Zwei'."
At the Bushes near the testing site
Two Maids in Ghillie Suits, equipped with binoculars and high-resolution cameras, meticulously documented the new aircraft being unveiled before the High-Ranking Iron Blood Officers.
"That looks remarkably similar to one of the Modern Kansens' Aircraft. We need to report this to the Base, ASAP," one whispered urgently.
"Right," the other confirmed.
Having captured the necessary photographs and information about Iron Blood's new aircraft, they swiftly retreated from their concealed position, intent on relaying their discovery to their handlers. The existence of this jet-powered plane could potentially challenge the underdevelopment jet-aircraft programs of both the Royal Navy and the Eagle Union.
This jet-plane could herald a new golden age of aviation, decades ahead of its historical timeline. The research and development that would have begun in the 1950s on Earth was now being fast-tracked to the 1940s in this world.
Azur Lane Main Base, Pearl Harbor
Following the call for meeting, Enterprise-80 and her escort walked towards the Main Building for a meeting with the Azur Lane High-Ranks.
Enterprise-80 turned to William as they walked. "William, how is the Shield Generator project progressing?"
William exhaled a plume of smoke. "Well... we're getting there."
"What do you mean?" Bunker Hill-76 asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"The progress is slow but steady. We should have it ready for deployment before the end of the month," he replied, awaiting their response.
Enterprise-80 rubbed her chin thoughtfully. 'Rushing the shield generator could lead to significant problems down the line.'
She then looked at him. "As long as it functions as intended, we have no objections."
"We do have one potential issue, though," William raised a finger. Enterprise-80 and Bunker Hill-76 exchanged a look and nodded, prompting him to continue.
"The Power-Plants utilized by both Lucas and JS Maya are currently insufficient to adequately power the Shield Generators."
Bunker Hill-76 pondered aloud. "So, they won't be receiving Shield Generators?"
William shook his head, wanting to ensure both received the upgrade. "I am planning to make modifications to both of their Power-Plants and the Shield Generators themselves to optimize compatibility."
"So that is the reason for the slowed progress?" Enterprise-80 inquired.
William nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good... It is better to arm them with a functional system than nothing at all," Enterprise-80 conceded.
Bunker Hill-76 added, "It is always better to be a step ahead rather than lagging behind. Those two are at the spearhead of our vanguard fleet."
William continued, "I have also made a few minor tweaks to your Ship, Ma'am."
This caught Enterprise-80's attention, as she hadn't instructed him to perform any repairs on her Ship.
"What kind of minor tweaks did you make? William, if you have attempted to incorporate anything from Star Trek, I will have to place strict limits on your experiments," she asked, her curiosity piqued despite her apprehension.
William responded sarcastically, "Well... you already possess the CLaWS as Phaser Cannons and the Halo Hypersonic Missile, A.K.A. Photon Torpedo. And now we are adding a Shield Generator to your Ship. All that remains is a Warp Drive to complete our transformation into a Starship."
Enterprise-80's brows twitched. "William!"
"Sorry about that, Ma'am."
"Well, he does have a point, though," Bunker Hill-76 mused. "Ma'am?"
"I am not going to instruct him to build a Warp Drive," Enterprise-80 stated firmly.
William cleared his throat, eager to elaborate on his research. "I have observed these small, rather annoying little Purple and Gold Girls, appearing to be between the ages of five and eight, playing alongside the Shipgirls. I inquired with Vestal about them, and she informed me they are called 'Bulins'."
"Bulins???"
"Yes. Bulins. They are utilized to upgrade or sometimes retrofit the riggings of any of the Shipgirls."
"Get to the point, William," Bunker Hill-76 said, glancing impatiently at her wristwatch. "We have a meeting to attend, ASAP."
"Alright, alright, I'm getting there... I asked Vestal about upgrading your rigging. She informed me that for a rigging of your caliber, I am going to require 'UR Bulins'."
"So?" Enterprise-80 prompted, detecting a request in William's voice.
"So... could you perhaps inquire with Adm. Nimitz about the whereabouts and how I might obtain one of these UR Bulins?" William pleaded, clasping his hands together.
"You have got to be kidding me. You could end up in jail for trafficking in these... girls," Bunker Hill-76 muttered in disbelief at his audacious request.
"Yeah, I know, I know. I simply wish to understand how we can upgrade our riggings using these Bulins," William reasoned with his superiors.
William clasped both of his palms together, his expression beseeching as he pleaded with Enterprise-80 to ask the Admiral for a single UR Bulin for research purposes only. "Please...."
Enterprise-80 sighed, knowing that William would go to almost any lengths – legal or otherwise – to get his hands on a UR Bulin.
The man would likely stop at nothing to acquire a UR Bulin and transform Carrier Enterprise into Starship Enterprise, complete with Lasers, Shield Generators, and perhaps even a Warp Drive.
"Fine... I will do my best to inquire with the Admiral about the UR Bulins. Do not get your hopes up; he may very well refuse. Is there anything else?"
William then turned serious, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. Enterprise-80 and Bunker Hill-76 noticed his expression darken as he slowly produced a folder containing reports. He carefully extracted it, the contents clearly sensitive and potentially disturbing.
"What is this?" Enterprise-80 asked, accepting the folder. She slowly opened it and began to read the contents.
William spoke in a low voice, audible only to the two women. "This is the report I compiled at..." He felt his stomach churn at the memory of his discovery.
"The Siren Minions..." He took a deep breath, steeling himself to reveal his findings about the Siren Minions. "The Siren Minions have a small amount of human DNA mixed into their blood."
This revelation immediately captured the two women's attention. Enterprise-80 gripped the folder tightly as she absorbed the information.
She then spoke, her voice low and filled with a chilling realization. "They're breeding with human males."