August 25, 1942
6:00 PM
USNS William McLean
The T-AKE 12 USNS William McLean, a 12th Lewis & Clark Class Dry Cargo Ship, lay securely moored near the hastily constructed makeshift harbor. This temporary harbor had been swiftly established during the initial phase of the invasion, serving as a critical artery for the ongoing military operations.
Alongside the William McLean, numerous other Cargo Ships were also anchored, their massive holds brimming with vital supplies destined for the Ground Troops. The sheer volume and type of equipment and provisions being offloaded strongly suggested that the Azur Lane Forces intended to maintain a prolonged presence at the captured Siren Base for further, in-depth investigation.
Among the general cargo of excavation machinery and various building materials, some of the Cargo Ships carried particularly secretive loads. These were shrouded conspicuously with large tarpaulins, hinting at something of significant importance, likely related to the recently secured Siren Facility.
Inside the infirmary of the Cargo Ship/Supply Ship, a flurry of activity buzzed. All the medical lights were ablaze, illuminating Medical Staff (Manjuus) who bustled around, their small forms moving with surprising urgency. The room was filled with the cacophony of crying and sobbing children, a poignant testament to the recent conflict.
Perseus, with her inherent healing abilities, worked tirelessly alongside the Medical Staff, diligently applying medical care and comforting the injured. She found herself particularly overwhelmed by the constant, heartbreaking sounds of the crying children.
She wasn't alone in these trying endeavors, however. Other adults were present, gently quelling the cries and offering solace to the terrified toddlers. Light Cruisers and Treaty Cruisers, much like the Destroyers scattered throughout the infirmary, bore substantial damage, reflecting the brutal intensity of the recent battles.
One particular emergency room within the infirmary was a hive of electronic monitoring equipment. Wires snaked across the floor, connecting to various machines that emitted a continuous symphony of beeps, tracking the vital signs of a single, critical patient.
Cable wires, used for monitoring health, dangled loosely at one of JS Maya's wrists. The persistent beeping and an unfamiliar, dull ache slowly pulled her back to consciousness. She cautiously opened her eyes, only for her vision to be momentarily obscured by the blinding glare of the overhead medical lights.
It took her a moment to fully comprehend that she was, in fact, in one of the Emergency Rooms of a Naval Vessel. The last thing she could vividly recall was a Seahawk helicopter hovering above her, and a man fearlessly jumping from its open bay.
She didn't need to strain her memory to recall who it was; she knew instinctively. For now, she couldn't even manage to prop up her upper body; the slightest movement sent searing pain through her. She could only manage to move her neck, allowing her to glance around the corner of her vision. To her side, she saw him, sleeping soundly in a sitting position right beside her medical bed.
She attempted to reach out, to touch his hand, which lay inches away from her own left hand. As soon as she initiated the movement, a fresh wave of agony coursed through her already exhausted muscles.
She gritted her teeth, a soft, muffled groan of pain escaping her lips. 'Ack! That hurts, my muscles are in pain.'' her mind screamed in silent protest.
You shouldn't move just yet; your body still needs time to recover," a Doctor/Manjuu announced, his small form wearing a pristine Lab Coat and a Head Mirror. He had appeared seemingly out of thin air, now standing nonchalantly on one of the chairs. "If you move an inch, I wouldn't give you any painkillers."
JS Maya was startled by the Manjuu's sudden appearance, her eyes widening slightly. "...Okay..." she managed to whisper.
"Good," the Doctor affirmed, finishing his scribbling on the clipboard in his hand. "About him. He's been there watching you sleep like an angel, according to him."
JS Maya's face immediately flushed a deep red upon hearing this. "D-Did he call me that?" she asked, her voice stuttering with embarrassment.
The Doctor nodded. "Yes." He then noticed the sudden redness on her face. "Please don't tell me you're having a fever."
"No."
"Good then. I'm expecting your wounds will heal up within two to three months... if you take your medication and stop forcing yourself from getting up. We just finished patching up your wounds," the Doctor explained, his tone firm but reassuring.
JS Maya dutifully followed the Doctor's instructions, ceasing any unnecessary movement. She decided to take the time to truly rest her body.
As the doctor continued to scribble more notes onto the paper on his clipboard, the door of the medical bay suddenly burst open. One of the Manjuu staff members let out a startled squeak.
The jarring sound of the bursting doors caused Lucas to jolt from his sleeping position, sending him tumbling onto the polished floor of the Medical Bay.
He grunted in pain, but the sudden jolt had fully awakened his senses, causing him to quickly jump up from the floor. He slowly straightened, feeling a dull ache in his chest.
"What the fuck was that?!" he yelled, disoriented by the sudden noise.
JS Maya, still lying in her medical bed, managed a slight smile on her face as she watched him, amused to see him acting like his usual self again—the man who always plunged headfirst into action and fighting.
"You seem to be energetic," JS Maya remarked, surprising him, as she barely suppressed a chuckle.
Lucas quickly hid his blush, straightened up, and tried to play it cool. "Sorry, my bad, I'm just—"
"It's alright. I understand," she said softly, cutting him off.
"Are the two of you done?" the Doctor asked, completely unphased by the sudden disruption and seemingly oblivious to the budding romance in the air.
"Ye—Yes," both Lucas and JS Maya replied, a bit flustered by the Doctor's utter coldness.
"Good." The Doctor then pointed his pen at the Manjuu who had burst through the door. "You. What's your implication?"
That Manjuu wasted no time, immediately launching into a report about a recent, startling event.
~10 minutes earlier~
A single Meowfficer, smartly dressed in a US Navy Captain's Uniform, stood at the sink, running water. He cupped his paws, scooping up water to splash onto his face. After splashing, he grabbed a face towel and rubbed it vigorously across his damp face.
As he continued to rub his face with the towel, someone else entered, carefully and slowly closing the door/hatch to minimize any noise. He paused, his gaze fixed on the newcomer.
The one who entered was another Meowfficer, this one wearing a Japanese Captain's Uniform and carrying a sheathed katana at his hip. Both feline officers exchanged a sharp, intense glare—a stare that clearly conveyed a message of deep-seated animosity toward one another.
"What are you doing here, you pussy," the Meowfficer in the US Navy Captain's Uniform greeted the Japanese Meowfficer, his tone laced with disdain.
A prominent vein of annoyance pulsed on the Japanese Meowfficer's forehead. "Oi-Oi, get your Ship's paws out of my Ship, Hopper!" he retorted, pointing to his sheathed katana as a subtle threat.
"I don't give a crap about your meowing out there, Nagata. Do you think I like the idea of my own Ship mingling with your Ship?" the American Meowfficer, Hopper, challenged.
"Then stop him! He is your ship, and you are his Captain, so the responsibilities fall squarely into your paws," Nagata countered, his voice rising in irritation.
"Oh, give me a break, you pussy-fuck! I told him many times, he didn't listen. I bet that dumbass is planning to shove one of his Tomahawk's right up your Ship's aft," Hopper sneered, escalating the verbal sparring.
Nagata could no longer contain his fury and lunged at Hopper, his sheathed katana ready to batter Lucas's Meowfficer directly in the head. "Damn you, Hopper!"
"Don't fuck with me, Nagata!" Hopper yelled, simultaneously lunging at JS Maya's Meowfficer.
The sounds of hissing and an escalating cat brawl echoed through the Men's Restroom aboard William's Ship. Passing Manjuus grew increasingly concerned by the loud noises and the distinct sounds of objects breaking inside. The screaming and meowing were soon followed by the shattering of glass, punctuated by a mix of colorful American and Japanese curses.
~Present Time~
Those two Meowfficers now stood facing JS Maya and Lucas, both of them sporting fresh bruises on their faces and visible scratch marks from their claws.
Both of them looked down in profound shame, especially Nagata, who actively avoided JS Maya's stern glare. Hopper, on the other hand, exhibited his typical stubbornness, immediately blaming Nagata for the entire debacle that had just unfolded in the Men's Restroom.
In the awkward silence, punctuated only by the soft beeping of medical machinery, JS Maya finally spoke. "So, who started it this time?"
Both Meowfficers quickly pointed at each other simultaneously, their movements so rapid they seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. "Him," they said in perfect, synchronized accusation.
JS Maya's brows furrowed into such a severe frown that even the notoriously hard-headed Meowfficer Nagata felt his furball tail rise and his fur bristle in discomfort. She stared at him with the look of a deeply disappointed mother who had just received a call from the school principal. Even as Meowfficer Nagata began to sweat profusely, resembling a carved statue on a fountain, he wanted desperately to explain himself but stopped short.
"Don't utter a word," JS Maya's voice was laced with a quiet, disappointed anger. "I do not want your shifting blames." She directed her statement at the now head-hung-low Meowfficer.
Lucas was facepalming at Meowfficer Hopper being such a Hopper—even in his furball form, he still harbored that undeniable hostility towards Meowfficer Nagata.
Meowfficer Hopper deliberately diverted his gaze sideways. He then loosened his necktie, as if an invisible force of tension were choking him.
The two Meowfficers lowered their gaze to the deck in shame, much like children caught in front of their parents. They dared not utter another word.
At the Other Room
Sheffield slowly opened her eyes. She was lying on one of the Infirmary beds. Fortunately, she wasn't as heavily injured as some of the others; she only had a few fractured bones. The impact she had sustained had caused a painful fracture in her left hand.
She turned to her side and saw the monitor indicating that her vitals were all fine. Disliking the idea of remaining pitifully laid up, she attempted to rise. Suddenly, a hand—sturdy yet remarkably gentle—stopped her attempt. She didn't need to guess; that gentle touch was intimately familiar.
"You should stay in bed to rest. Leave the rest for the other maids," Arizona advised, his voice commanding yet surprisingly tender to her ears.
"No. I don't want to stay here, laying pitifully and inoperable; the others need me," she retorted, trying to escape his gentle but firm grip.
Arizona sighed, knowing that arguing with her would lead nowhere. "Listen. Everyone here is concerned about your health; there's no need for you to go back there—"
"I need to serve the Queen and her orders; I mustn't be absent from duty," she snapped back, cutting him off sharply.
"It was the Queen's order for you to stay rested," he stated, reassuring her regarding her absence from duty.
Sheffield's eyes widened. She had never heard such orders from the Queen before; it was entirely alien to her, as she had always devoted herself to being present for the Queen's every need.
"Her Majesty wouldn't order such a drastic—," she began, but she was cut off by him, an act of retaliation for her earlier interruption.
"I've asked her, along with the Head Maid. Rest assured, this is for your recovery," Arizona said with a playful smirk, a rare expression for him at this moment.
Sheffield eased her tension and settled back into bed. Silence fell between them, broken only by the continuous beeping of monitors and the muffled sounds from other patients being treated behind the curtains. Some noises were loud—mostly the Destroyers/Toddlers—while adults conversed quietly. The infirmary, in general, was a loud environment, filled with the sounds of patients and clanging utensils.
In the midst of the utter boredom, she initiated a conversation, an unusual act for her. "Say... how long have you been watching over me?"
Arizona responded with his typical military directness. "A couple of hours. There's nothing to do back on my Submarine, as it's currently undergoing heavy repairs. My carelessness caused some ruptures in the Hull's piping."
Sheffield slowly nodded her head. "I see..." A long pause followed before she asked, "Anything else?"
Arizona pondered for a moment. "Let's see.... All the Maids are on patrol duties. I was asked by the others to keep an eye on you. They knew the moment you woke up, you would head straight to the waters, and I'm here fulfilling that job."
A slight blush bloomed on her cheeks as she momentarily revealed a flicker of her vulnerability.
She opened her mouth, about to express something to him, a heartfelt surge of gratitude. Until, Edinburgh and the other maids suddenly came in to (unintentionally ruin something) greet her in her awakened state. Edinburgh, Suffolk, and Kent were all visibly worried by her unconscious state.
Sheffield winced as her injured arm was squeezed by the worried and concerned Maid who had just hopped onto her bed. "Ouch! – Hey, I'm injured."
"Shefi, Waaahhhhhhhh. I thought you weren't going to open your eyes," Edinburgh cried, tears streaming down her face.
Arizona was momentarily taken aback by the clumsy Maid herself, Edinburgh. He immediately helped Sheffield loosen the tight grip of the hug.
Now freed from the embrace, Sheffield returned to her usual self, the words of gratitude she had almost spoken to Arizona completely forgotten. Instead, she began to berate Edinburgh in her cold, harsh, yet calm undertone.
"Don't do that again. I'm injured, can't you see?" She sighed, holding her temple. "Why did I even say that? You'll just do it again every single time." she said with an exasperated sigh.
Arizona leaned to his side where Kent stood. "Are these two always like this? They seem like an unlikely duo on a mission."
Kent whispered back. "Yeah, they often do, but there are far more maids clumsier than her way back home."
Arizona maintained his stoicism, but internally he was wincing. "Figures," he uttered, a slight shake of his head.
During his long disguise as a Royal Navy Officer, he had encountered several maids who would stumble on the floor as if hitting invisible speed bumps on the road. It had been funny at first, but now it was merely annoying every time it happened.
As Kent and Suffolk conversed, Arizona caught a glimpse of Sheffield's lips curving upward slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile at the presence of her ever-clumsy partner.
Emergency Room
To the rhythmic beeping of the medical device monitoring her heart rate, Cleveland slowly opened her eyes. A bright light emanating from the ceiling greeted her. She couldn't move her body; she felt utterly weak. But her senses were awake, and she could distinctly feel a hand wrapped gently around her right hand.
She slowly turned her eyes to her right side, and there she saw Helena, asleep, clearly exhausted from having watched her unconscious for the past several hours.
With a little bit of strength, Cleveland gripped Helena's hand tightly, a faint smile gracing her lips. Cleveland was in a critical state; her head was entirely wrapped in bandages, a result of having received a direct hit. Luckily, her Kevlar Helmet had effectively dampened the attack and shielded her head from both shrapnel and burns.
Helena felt a slight movement and a gentle grip on her hand, causing her to immediately wake up. She looked down at her hand, realizing it was being held, albeit not tightly.
Her eyes widened and darted to Cleveland. She saw Cleveland was conscious, and tears quickly trickled down her cheeks in pure joy at seeing her alive.
"Cleveland," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she cried.
"Hey... what happened?" Cleveland asked, her voice low and wobbly.
Helena quickly wiped her tears, her voice trembling. "Cleveland, I'm sorry you got hurt." She apologized, blaming herself for Cleveland's situation.
As Helena continued to well up with tears, the doors of the Emergency Room where Cleveland was being held burst open. Her sisters rushed in after receiving the news that she had regained consciousness.
The once-quiet emergency room, previously filled only with the soft sobs of Helena, now erupted with boisterous noise and joyous tears as the Cleveland Sisters celebrated their older sister's return to consciousness.
The Medical Staff were utterly helpless to repel the sudden noise as the Cleveland Sisters continued their boisterous celebration about their older sister waking up.
"Hey guys... what happened?" she asked again, as her sisters now completely filled her vision.
"You were shot in the head," Biloxi stated matter-of-factly.
"We're thankful that you're safe, bro," Columbia said, momentarily wiping away her tears.
"Thank you guys," Cleveland replied, her voice weak but audible.
Denver, with her characteristic cheekiness, cut in. "Helena here had more tears than us."
The Cleveland Sisters giggled and laughed, while Helena was visibly embarrassed by Denver's teasing. Cleveland only looked at her with a gentle smile.
....
In the calm, cold, serene night, bathed under the twinkling stars, a sleek, angular shadow cut through the peaceful darkness, flames spouting from its rear. Following closely were other spectral figures, meticulously overseeing the sky for any hostile airborne or surface targets.
F/A-25 Hellcats flew in precise formation with other Hellcats above. Enterprise-80 had ordered a comprehensive sweep of the skies, where the advanced 6th Generation Fighters completely dominated the airspace.
CVN-80 USS Enterprise
Battlecruisers, Large Cruisers, and Fleet Carriers sailed majestically alongside the titan of the sea, the USS Bunker Hill, a Nuclear Cruiser. Its Aegis Radar system diligently scanned the skies above for any threats that might attempt to bypass their patrolling interceptors.
At the forward Flight-Deck of the Supercarrier, Enterprise-80 watched her soaring Azur Lane Planes alongside her own Modern Aircraft diligently performing their patrols. A cold sea breeze swept across her jacket, making it flow like a cape in the wind.
Catapults 3 and 4 simultaneously launched additional 6th Gen Fighters, armed with Laser-Pods and advanced Air-to-Air Missiles, into the air for enhanced patrol coverage.
Standing right beside her was a Meowfficer with a visibly wrinkled forehead and several strands of grey fur that remarkably resembled—or, more likely, were a direct copy of—her former Officer's grey hair.
"We're reaching the designated Beach Landing within 10 minutes," Adm. Pike, the Meowfficer with grey fur and a wrinkled forehead, announced, his voice a gravelly purr.
Enterprise-80 nodded, her gaze fixed on the clear night sky, which was now filled with countless twinkling stars, a silent shared moment with her Commanding Officer.
Spock the Eagle was also present, though he still couldn't manage to perch on the Meowfficer's shoulders, unlike in the old days when he would land comfortably on his Commanding Officer's shoulders. Because of this, Spock almost always landed on Enterprise-80's shoulders instead.
"Sorry, I couldn't do that anymore," Adm. Pike said, apologizing to Spock as the eagle had attempted to land on his shoulders.
Spock could only lower his head, understanding that he could no longer comfortably perch on the Admiral's shoulders.
Enterprise-80 could keenly sense the grief that Spock felt. To comfort him, she gently rubbed his head, offering a soft pat. Spock seemed to appreciate the gesture, slowly regaining his strong demeanor, a symbolic representation of America's might.
Siren Research Facility
Author's note: Heads up, there's might some offensive words here.
William walked purposefully down the hallway of the Siren Research Facility. Each of his steps reverberated loudly in the long, echoing corridor. The walls and ceiling were visibly littered with bullet holes, stark reminders of the fierce battle that had occurred just an hour prior.
Union and Royal Army Soldiers were diligently disposing of the remains of the Humanoid Sirens. They carefully collected the dismembered pieces of what were once known as Humanoid Sirens. The chopped-up bodies presented a gruesome scene, reminiscent of any horror movie or mass massacre film.
He didn't even have to ask who had done such things, because he already knew the person who would butcher these Humanoid Sirens with such ruthless efficiency.
He looked down at the floor, which resembled a macabre pool of Siren Blood mixed with countless spent bullet casings. His reflection could be seen in the yellowish blood, illuminated by the dim, flickering light that permeated the room.
"Damn... I feel like I'm walking in a slaughterhouse," William muttered to himself, the entire room being littered with Siren Corpses and their viscous blood.
As he puffed on something, one of the Soldiers from the Eagle Union approached him, ready to lead him to where his expertise was most needed.
"Miss Laffey is waiting for your arrival, Doctor," the Soldier informed him.
William's brows furrowed slightly at being called 'Doctor'. The Soldier visibly shuddered, noticing the frown on his face.
"Right... Lead the way," he said, subtly hiding his annoyance.
"Ye—Yes sir, right this way," the Soldier replied, leading the way. The two traversed through rooms where Soldiers were still in the process of disposing of Siren's corpses.
They arrived at what looked like the entrance to a Laboratory, if one ignored the shattered window glass and broken glass doors.
William muttered to himself as he felt an ominous premonition about the Laboratory. "I hope you didn't destroy everything inside. I'm going to have a terrible headache connecting all the remains like a goddamn jigsaw puzzle."
William was genuinely afraid that Laffey-200 had rampaged her way through the Laboratory, destroying all the specimens and the Siren Tech or experiments that they could have researched to learn more about the Sirens. By merely looking at the entrance of the Lab, he was expecting something far worse than just dead corpses.
But to his pleasant surprise, he saw that the Laboratory was largely unharmed from Laffey-200's rampage. The Elite-Team of Manjuus had truly done their job exceptionally well, securing the Laboratory without destroying a single thing.
William glanced around at the various Siren experimentations, his attention immediately caught by a shelf filled with jars of viscous goo.
He stopped and took a closer look. He didn't even need to open the jar to confirm its content; he already knew what was inside.
"Huh, so that's how it is...," William muttered to himself, a knowing expression on his face.
The Soldier who had accompanied him asked, "Umm... What do you mean by that, Doctor?"
William wore a mischievous smile on his face. He then placed his hand on the Soldier's shoulder. "The things you shouldn't have to know, Young Man."
The Soldier shivered, a chill running down his spine at the dark aura and creepy smile plastered on William's face. He had no choice but to cease his questioning there; the message was undeniably clear.
Hidden Room
William once again glanced around, his demeanor akin to a giddy nerd who had just been granted access to a top-secret DARPA Research Facility. He couldn't control himself any longer and immediately began performing his signature 'Nerd Stuff' with all the scientific equipment.
The sheer weirdness he was exuding sent palpable shivers down the spines of the other people in the room. He meticulously inspected every piece of Siren Equipment used for experimentation, offering both praises and criticisms with equal fervor.
"Ha-ha, so this is how they conduct their experiments, huh? What a fascinating device," he exclaimed, as he held up a piece of equipment used for cutting.
But what truly captivated his attention and sparked his deepest wonder were the Chamber-Incubators filled with grotesque Siren Fetuses. He quickly darted towards them as fast as lightning, leaving the stunned and thoroughly creeped-out Soldier who had been leading him, standing alone.
"What???" The Soldier muttered in utter surprise.
William, consumed by giddiness, muttered to himself like a man who had lost his mind. To other nerds, however, he was simply articulating his profound scientific opinions.
"I've been expecting this all along. Of how... how the Siren Minions were born. But from what I've observed, they weren't born... they were made, or rather, bred...."
The sisters, Baltimore and Bremerton, were visibly creeped out by William's sudden transformation into a complete nerd and, frankly, a bit of a creep.
Laffey-200, on the other hand, watched William having a field day inspecting all the Chamber-Incubators containing Siren Fetuses. Other Chamber-Incubators even contained a fully developed Siren Minion inside.
He moved from one incubator to another, meticulously checking each one. After he reached the position of the girls, he stopped, noticing the disgusted reactions plastered on the faces of the two Baltimore Sisters.
"Are you done?" Laffey-200 asked, finally breaking the awkward silence that had permeated the room.
William coughed, then straightened his Lab-Coat before speaking. "Yes, I'm done."
He then glanced back at the seemingly endless rows and columns of the Chamber-Incubators. "By the things I saw and checked, we are in the room where all the Siren Minions were created—."
"I already knew that," Laffey-200 interjected, cutting him off mid-sentence.
William paused in the middle of his remark, his hands raised in a somewhat dramatic gesture. "Of course. You already knew that," he said, a hint of awkwardness in his voice.
He then continued, after confirming no one else was going to interrupt him. "What we are looking at is the Siren Breeding Ground." He pointed to one of the Chamber-Incubators with a Siren Minion inside.
"These Siren Minions were upbred at such a rapid pace that their brains, and any of their functions as an adult, did not develop alongside their bodies. Thus, these Siren Minions possess the brain of an infant trapped inside an adult's body."
"So that's the reason why they have Stormtrooper shooting accuracy?" Laffey-200 asked with a bland expression, a wry observation on their abysmal aim.
William, armed with all his extensive knowledge, enthusiastically agreed with her. "Yes," he said, a touch of giddiness in his voice.
Both Baltimore and Bremerton gasped, their mouths agape at the shocking revelation they had just heard.
"Wait, what?! We've been shooting a bunch of infant Sirens this entire time?" Bremerton exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief.
William shrugged, admitting he didn't know the exact age of the Sirens in human terms. "Dunno about that. If we used human terminology for age, yes. They are infants by our standards. But the Sirens simply regard them as tools of war. And according to my previous research, cloning oneself requires significantly more resources than breeding a bunch of Cannon Fodders."
"So those Cannon Fodders were just a waste of taxpayers' money?" Laffey-200 asked, a clear look of disappointment plastered on her face.
William felt his brows twitch once again. He then remembered the dismembered bodies of the Humanoid Sirens. He knew exactly what weapon she had used because he was the one who had modified the very weapon employed in that massacre, the "chainsaw massacre."
"To be fair... they were not that much of a waste of a Tax Payer's Money. The sheer number of Siren Minions and the weapon systems they can operate are far more dangerous than their actual accuracy," he explained, relying on logic.
Laffey-200 remained unconvinced. She felt as though she had been shooting a bunch of mere speedboats and barges with her machinegun and Rocket-Launchers. To a Multi-Billion Dollar Destroyer, it felt like a complete waste of time and Tax Payers' Money, by her own logical assessment.
I mean, using a Deep Blue Water Naval Vessel to combat piracy and mere speedboats was, by media consensus, considered overkill.
The LCS (Littoral Combat Ship) and the Frigates were specifically designed to handle that kind of threat (a nuisance, really) off the Middle Eastern coast. Those kinds of "shitheads" were like memories that Laffey-200 hated to recall.
She truly would have loved to drop some 1,000lbs warheads on some 3rd World Country's floating junk in international waters. However, strict protocols always governed Navy operations, so no "dunking" on 3rd World Countries' floating junk.
—dropping GBUs on a canoe filled with pirates armed with AK-47s, sure was fun—
Baltimore, out of sheer curiosity, raised a hand. "Umm... Doctor."
William furrowed his brows again. "Yes. What is it."
"You said cloning themselves was resource-intensive, and their breeding of Siren Minions was their cheap alternative. Then... how? How can they breed this much in such greater numbers without wasting any resources?"
William rested his right arm on the glass of the Chamber-Incubator, leaning slightly to his side as he began to explain.
"These Siren Minions have Human DNA in their blood, so breeding them in mass quantities is indeed possible."
The Sisters shrieked in sudden realization, connecting the dots to the man they had just seen who had been sucked dry.
—I mean, real dry. That guy got sucked dry by the Siren with his juice—
Their imaginations ran wild, William noticed the expressions they were making and could easily discern what was going on inside their heads. He smiled and then laughed like a madman, immediately gaining the full attention of the two Sisters and the others in the room.
"That's not how it is, ladies," he said, then tapped the Chamber-Incubator to draw their focus.
"They use some kind of artificial breeding methods. They mix Human Sperm that has been heavily altered and modified to precisely match that of the Siren Egg Cell. Those two cells are then mixed in Vials and placed in a controlled temperature room for the Embryo to form. As the embryo forms, it is then transferred here, to the Chamber-Incubator, for growth."
—Fuck me with my Biology explanation here, I'm not that good in Biology Class—