Azur Lane: Silent Service
Chapter 2 - The Strange Submarine
[Royal Navy Military Base, Gibraltar.]
[Year 20XX, Month XX, Day X.]
[Interrogation Room No.3, 02:39.]
The sea breeze in the early morning feels very cold. However, there is something colder than the sea breeze is a sharp eye highlight from Bismarck and Hood. For some reason, they both took my submarine body to the Dry Dock Bridge.
Uh! A little little revision from me. Not carrying but being dragged forcibly into the Dry Dock bridge. I was just a small ship that walked under the threat of a large caliber cannon that pointed towards the body of my submarine. The cannons were terrible especially with the direction of the parabolic trajectory that led right to my submarine Conning Tower.
What about my personal body?
Well... To explain the state of my personal body.
Look at this, a long chain that ties my wrist and an iron ball that adorns my leg. It looks like a prisoner of war who has just been captured with the difference of a military uniform attached to my body. In this form, I was just an ordinary man wearing a black military uniform and looking very handsome in the reflection of the mirror.
Uhuk! Forget about that unintentional compliment. Now, how am I supposed to deal with such a complicated situation?
I was taken to an enclosed room with a small table, chair, and sitting lights. Judging from its shape, isn't this an interrogation room?
Ah... Well... This is what I fear if I have a problem with the military or the authorities. Their interrogation was extremely gruesome especially with their rough treatment to obtain information. At this point, I really hope that the body of my submarine has a vertical launch system. Since the Seawolf-class lacks a spot for a vertical launch system, my submarine's body only has eight holes that could be my weapons' way out.
“Haaaaah..” I looked at the mirror glass in front of me and took a deep breath. Well, this form of interrogation room is very classic like a two-way mirror that can be sure there is someone watching me behind it. The connection between the body of the submarine and my personification is interconnected. Even though my personal body was inside the interrogation room, I could feel the presence of someone entering my submarine. Those dirty footsteps, I want to feel like I took them to a depth of 1000 feet and threw their bodies out of the torpedo hole.
The immense water pressure at that depth was capable of destroying their bodies.
“Alpha-Six to Command Room, we have entered the submarine suspected of being a siren. Request permission to resume browsing!”
“Izin given! Report your situation.”
Oh... Whatisthis? They think of me as a siren?
I understand very well that they want to be careful with unknown threats, but...
Isn't that too much?
“Alpha-Six, we got a report on a subject that was not detected by radar. Take some samples of materials found to study.”
“Huh? Undetectable subjects radar and material samples to study?”
“Yes! Did you find any technology that radar did not detect?”
“Command Room, nothing here. This is just a submarine with empty space inside.”
“H-Huh? W-What does that mean?”
“No other object inside this submarine!”
Since my mast radar and the submarine's esm mast were still actively stealing data, I could hear the communication channels that were going on. A radio wave from the people exploring my submarine's body was very disturbing. I wanted to mess up those radio waves, but it would attract their curiosity.
Like the immune system that guards the inside of the body, my submarine has its own defense system for foreign entities that enter my submarine without permission. That defense system is “Empty Cargo” with the main function as storage warehouse and pseudo-space that hides the main part of my submarine.
“Alpha-Six, back to Command Room! We have found the subject data.”
“Report accepted! Back to Command Room!”
The communication channel stopped but an open communication channel originating from a long-range telegram entered my radar range. The information contained in it contains confidential information about the subject of “USS Seawolf” with hull number SS-28.
Ermmm... If using the order of name and hull number. SS-28 is my great-grandfather! Following the development of the Yostar patch, the USS Seawolf, hull number SS-28, has yet to make its debut. That means my existence as the USS Seawolf with the hull number SSN-21 is an anomaly equivalent to the siren threat.
Uh... My situation is getting worse.
What am I supposed to do?
Breaking out by force with Bismarck's main weapon and Hood threatening behind me?
That sounds crazy, but it's interesting to try!
Suddenly, a radio wave between the Command Room and Hood sounded.
“Hood, I need your help.”
“A-Admiral?”
“T-It's okay, Admiral. We just did a little tea party with Iron Blood to rest.”
“Royal Navy and Iron Blood? Heh... Quite unique combination.”
“A-Do Admiral want to join our little tea party?”
“Ah, no! I want to sleep after handing over this small task.”
“Admiral hasn't slept? Is this related to that strange ship?”
Whatisthis? Why do I suddenly feel insulted by the name of a strange ship? The body shape of my submarine may be strange but my missiles are capable of destroying your body! Freak Hood!
“Hood, she's not a freak ship. How do I explain it. The ship is a prototype being developed by Eagle Union. An alternate ship with male users who are able to control the ship's power. The secret project was developed to destroy Siren Strongholds.”
“We can destroy Siren Strongholds with that ship? How to?”
“Hood... Believe that... You don't want to know after understanding the empty space we found inside that strange ship.”
“Admiral, what does that mean?”
“He is a submarine that transports explosives to destroy Siren Strongholds. A suicide ship designed specifically to destroy a siren's nest. After knowing this vile truth, do you want to continue with your next assignment?”
“Admiral, don't tell me you want-“
“Yes, I want to use that ship to destroy Siren Strongholds which is not far from this military base. The invasion they just did made me want to launch a surprise attack on their lair.”
“That means we'll kill-“
“Hood, we didn't kill him. The boy was designed to do this job. Eagle Union accommodated children from the orphanage to carry out this crazy plan. Maybe this will sound inhumane but we need the boy to destroy the Siren Strongholds and secure the territory of Gibraltar from the siren threat.”
“Admiral..”.
“Hood, keep this plan a secret from the Royal Navy. Although the Eagle Union will realize one of its prototypes is reduced. At least, it is worth the security of civilians in this region.”
“...”
The communication channel was cut off by one of the parties.
I can only be overwhelmed by this harsh reality. Who would have thought if my great-grandfather was a disposable object. As the USS Seawolf, I was furious after hearing the plans of the Eagle Union and Admiral this place.
Using my condition as a disposable ship to destroy Siren Strongholds. As a human being, he was probably very realistic and ruthless. Such a decision might haunt the rest of his life.
The submarine is designed to carry out suicide missions and destroy Siren Strongholds. That sounds like a crime against humanity for the safety of humanity.
If the Admiral's plan is actually implemented.
I think spending TLAM ammunition on Gibraltar residents is a good idea.
Siren Strongholds is missing and the Royal Navy's military base is flattened.
Very good plan!
I like that!
Amidst this vile thought of mine, the door of the interrogation room opened. A woman with blond hair and blue pupils entered my view. The uniform she was wearing and the large hat that was on her head gave a sense of nostalgia to one of my wives in Azur Lane.
For the first time, I met his 64th wife, HMS Hood.
With a breath of breath, Hood opened the chain that bound my body and sat in front of me. Seeing that pale expression on his face, I could tell Hood's panicked mental state after hearing his Admiral's plan.
Shouldn't I take advantage of this situation?
My stomach suddenly rang and I groaned a little while holding my stomach. Seeing the condition of my body getting weaker, Hood looked very panicked after my head hit the small table.
Improvisation is necessary.
So, I pretended to faint in front of Hood to gain her empathy and sympathy.
...HMS Hood, illustrated by nev (newblindarts)...