After the battle of the defense of the Capital cities of each Major Powers, the Siren capitulated and annihilated. The portal that connected them from their dimension was severed after Theodore threw a Nuclear Bomb over the portal and through the Siren Dimension. The Nuclear Explosion vaporized everything on its path of destruction.
The means of connecting two worlds was severed and because of that, many of the Siren Forces landed on the major Capital Cities on Human World got trapped and surrounded. The Human Forces took the opportunity of the moment of the Siren weakness and rushed to eliminate the strugglers. The Human Forces didn't show any pity nor remorse as they were all eliminated.
Those that survives become a lab rat for the scientist to be experimented and studied, they couldn't think for themselves as they were not given their own opinion of view of life. They were born and created to follow orders either mundane work or unthinkable ones. the Siren Minion felt the same with the people that captured them to their Siren Bosses.
At the victory of defending the Capital Cities, the crowd cheered as Nation's Armies Paraded in victory. The image of the strong military is a heartwarming and swelling with pride seeing their nations defiant defenders.
At Iron Blood Capital Berlin, Tiger II, Tiger III and along with the new Panzerkampfwagen E-100 and E-79 Panther III rolling the streets of Berlin, cannons raised 90-dregrees to it right like that on salute. Tank Commanders on their cupola straight with a chest held high, they were the star of the show (second only to the Iron Blood Shipgirls) they were the one who pushed the Siren Army and pushed through.
At the Tiger II and III, the Nishizumi sisters stood on their respectable tanks as the Victory Parade rolled in the street with all the falling confetti. The celebratory was cheerful and lively, but the buildings they pass through were wrecked and demolished, some still smoking with small fire, some just collapsed. It a victory on their side, but the image that painted the Capital was that on defeat.
( IMAGE )
"There are so much death, why are we celebrating like we've won without casualties." Miho said in a somber tone.
"Careful with your words Miho. Even we took too much causalities in defending the Capital, we prevailed and pushed them out. In hearts and mind of the people we won, don't let your emotions gets you, the people is watching us as heroes." Maho said at the comms as she heard Miho's voice through the comms.
"Ja, Schwester." Miho said as she keeps to herself the emotion that is swelling inside her, the faces of the death and those she commanded. They were all dead, they all have families to return to and promised to look over them as Tank Platoon Commander.
"I'm sorry... everyone." She asked forgiveness to those who risked their lives in following her orders.
"Why did you even become a Tank Platoon Commander if you always let your emotions judge and not your critical thinking as commander." Maho muttered to herself after the communication between her and Miho cuts-off.
Maho then shifted her attention to a building, at the balcony, there she saw Shiho Nishizumi (Their Mother) standing side-by-side with the Fuhrer and Herr Bismarck watching over the Victory Parade.
( IMAGE )
"It seems they prove their merit." Bismarck said as to start with a conversation.
Shiho with a different view of her daughters spoke. "Ja, but one of them was a letdown."
"Miho. She's a bit too young, but her talent in leading a platoon is above average to any of her age, I've heard she got top marks in university."
"She's weak in heart." Shiho interrupts. "She weeps on the sight of those who risked their lives following her command. Those people already accepted death as they followed her through the battle, her emotions always gets in the way. And it always sets the Nishizumi House back."
Bismarck with an understanding look in her face only closed her eyes, and sighs. "Miho is just a child, she maybe especial, but she's too young and the future is far ahead for her."
Miho is one of the youths that was selected few that the Iron Blood Youth chosen by the program. The Iron Blood Youth is a camp where all the Iron Blood Youth with especial abilities like sharp mind and advances in field of science. Silly Mustache-Man wanted these youths to be the leading elites of Iron Blood's future.
Miho exceled on Iron Blood's Youth Camp from sport and academics, but her soft side and emotions pulled her grades back, and that cause problems with the House of Nishizumi. Maho is the only one keeping her out of trouble, and because of her involvement she also got dragged at Miho's setbacks.
"Regardless, give Miho a chance to grow and learn about the real world, she might have surpassed us." Bismarck said with confidence at Miho's growth.
"I held your word in high regards." Shiho said trusting Bismarck's words, but not her daughter.
As the tensed Shiho eased her sense, Hipper cuts in without disrespecting the ranks, she whispered at Bismarck's right ear. She reported the current situation all the members of the Crimson Axis Alliance. Vichya Dominion after getting the connection fixed reported the state of the nation, the Capital is attack and received high casualties because of the sloppy Military response, but all in all the capital is defended.
Sardigna Empire also repelled the attack on their Capital Rome, their response was quick as being a militarist as Iron Blood. But the military is quite sloppy with the military action. That attack opened their eyes about their Ground Forces lacked heavy armor and firepower, most casualties was given by the Siren Ground Forces with its Armor and Firepower.
Bismarck slightly nods after hearing the report then excused herself out of the view of the cheering crowds and the other Iron Blood Heads from Government to Military.
Bismarck is all too tired to get even a rest, she led the defense of the Capital Berlin with her new Rigging Form 'Zwei'.
Her Zwei Rigging in Three-Headed Dragon Form fought the Sirens, like a Flying Fortress her Dragon spewed fire in the air like a Battleship unleashing its broadside. Iron Blood civilian cheered after witnessing her rain fire at the Sirens.
She was held as 'Battle Goddess' by the town's folk, later on the Media got hold of the story and spread the news (They exaggerated it at the point of her being mythical) her new fame came along with problems.
Her Zwei Rigging is now exposed for the Allied Intelligence to pry and gather information and find weaknesses. Her trump card exposed, her new Rigging that looked like a Three-Headed Dragon will be the target of attention. For now, she didn't care as she did what the People of Iron Blood expected of her, to do her duty at best of her strength.
...
Rome, Sardigna Empire
At the streets of the Capital of Sardigna Empire, a Victory Parade is currently being held by the Sardigna Imperial Army. Rows of Tankettes rolling down the streets of Rome (I shit you not) in celebratory of Victory against the Siren Invasion.
Following the Tankettes are the row of newly built and fresh out of factory Carro Armato P-26/49 Heavy Tank (according to the designation of our Pasta Friends) at the top commander's cupola, Anchovy being Anchovy waving hands in front of the crowds.
Anchovy the leading command of the 'Anzio Girls Tank Platoon' a Tank Platoon that consists of Girls, but the other Tank Platoons sees it as Girls Club. The Anzio Girls were Mussolini's poster girls in his recruitment. The recent defense of the Capital became the first battle for the Anzio Girls. Like in the poster they didn't fail the people of Sardigna as they were the first Tank Platoon to response.
"Duce, Duce, Duce, Duce." Her fan girls cheered beside the street as the parade of Tankettes passes through.
Anchovy received the warm praises of her fans, Mussolini's poster girl really did her work of inspiring the people of Sardigna Empire.
Up above the balcony overlooking the parade of Tankettes, Cmdr. Marco, Mistress Dian (Denver) and the rest watching over.
"My~ how cute. Those Tanks." Denver-856 said in a tone of suppression of her criticism and mockery of the parading Tankettes below.
"Yes indeed, Miss Dian. Those Tankettes are spearhead of the Sardegna Imperial Army Armored Division. And those Girls are the first one to respond in crisis."
Denver leaned forward as she furrowed her gaze. "Are those the Anzio Girls that I saw on the posters." She said innocently.
"Yes... it is Il Duce's Poster girl Anchovy."
Denver restrained her face from bursting into laughter after hearing the name 'Anchovy'. Her brows and lips were twitching.
"That's quite a... lovely name." She said with a bit of hesitation in the end.
"Yeah, I know... her name is quite famous amongst the girls at her fan base." Cmdr. Marco said with a slight chuckle coming out of him.
Denver-856 found Cmdr. Marco's reaction as genuine than the rest, the rest of the Naval and Army Officers she encountered on Sardigna Empire force themselves to laugh without making it genuine, their haughty laugh made her want to put their names on the list of CIA Wanted List.
But her attention shifted to the one target, Il Duce himself. Benito Mussolini applauding and waving at the crowds. Like any dictators, he showed appeal to the people he controls. Her mission is to probe deeper on the Military Information of the Sardegnan Government and the deals that is being made under the table without anyone noticing.
"Do you like the parade, Mistress Dian?" Mussolini asked.
Denver-856 put her genuine rich-people expression. "Si, I'm quite intrigued about the Tank design themselves."
"Oh, do tell." He said her response caught the attention of the Officers that were making appearance to the crowds.
Denver-856 held her check with her index finger while looking up thinking innocently. "Well.... Let's see..." her eyes darting over the Tankettes.
"Say... I wonder why all Sardegnan Tank looked like pilled of bolted coffins that the one I saw from Iron Blood's Military."
All the Generals and Officer got their brows twitched as they all knew it was true. Even their own allied Iron Blood called their Tankettes 'coffins with wheels' because of the cramped interior and insufficient armor.
"And the cannons are...." She pauses as to considers her words. "Let say, maybe some generals preferred smaller cannons to suit their needs."
Oof, the mention of the small cannon got the other General looking at their crotch like they were the one implying they are the one lacking.
Cmdr. Marco and the other Naval Officers chuckling at what Denver-856 said in front of the Army Generals. The cacophony of muffled laughter coming from the Naval Officers was a mockery at the ears of the Army Generals.
Mussolini also got his brows twitching at the fact that was said in front of him. The Tankettes were made for fast speeds and maneuver over the alps and the whole Sardegna's terrain was mountainous. The sad truth about the armored tanks he got than he wants, he got a real deal criticism.
"I got to say too... Sardigna Empire lacked the industrial might of both Iron Blood and Vichya Dominion." Mussolini said in solemn tone.
"But those were the times. There," He said with a tone of renewed vigor and points at the single Carro Armato P-26/40. "Those Tanks would be Sardegna Imperial Army's new armored backbone that would led the Imperial Army to victory. Its armor could deflect any of the shots that Azur Lane might threw at it, its 75mm L/34 Gun is unmatched with its penetration and fire power– but the Iron Blood got more heavy tanks than we own or the Allies."
He pointed out the advances of Iron Blood in field of Armored Tanks, but he failed to grasp how Azur Lane is ramping-up its armored inventory for an Armored Beast Clash with Axis Allies. Sardegnan Military need to catch-up with the military build-up, Eagle Union and Royal Navy were ramping up their production of armored vehicles. M26 Pershing is ramping up its production line along with Royal Navy's Churchill Tanks.
(Let's all guess the Italian Tank ain't gonna survive in tank on tank engagement)
Denver-856 played along with the Il Duce's delusion. "oh wow, that's quite striking... I can see such engineering effort being put on the design." She said in an intrigued and innocent tone.
"Si, indeed. The sloop design of the armor was sloped to add protection and survivability. It also had a good engine to accommodate with its weight."
"That sound like a capable and one can even rival that of Iron Bloods tanks."
"Oh, you flustered us with your uplifting words Mistress Dian." Il Duce(bag) said sincerely with his heart.
"Of course, I'm a woman who like military stuff and enthusiasm." She said with her eyes darted at the Commander.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Mistress Dian." Il Duce gave a curt nod of understanding.
Cmdr. Marco with a satisfactory look in his face, spoke. "You see good at pleasing the Il Duce."
"My Military enthusiasm always got me to meet other people who's interested in military stuff same as I." Denver-856 said in act of playful banter.
"indeed..." Cmdr. Marco said with a bit of stern.
It's been past months now since Pola and Zara informed him about their findings, at the Birthday Party that Mr. Gapo had thrown for his only daughter. Mistress Dian was spotted by the two having a lightly chat with the man with certain things. At first he didn't believe it after he sked her about it. She confesses that she had a thing for military stuff, and fueled with enthusiasm he chatted with the man that looks to be interested like hers. Their conversation revolves around trade and shipping with minor mentioned of the Sardegnan Navy. Being the man that he is, Cmdr. Marco dismissed the wild theories of Pola and Zara that Mistress Dian in mafia member.
(CIA is the most notorious Mafia)
Scylla, acting as an escort maid for Denver in her disguise received a communication through her hidden earpiece tucked in her maid hairband. A small crackle sounded and a voice came. "Shipping had arrived in port; the package is unharmed. Following protocols, package is currently enroute with the safe house, over."
Scylla slowly reached for the comms as to not get caught in the act. "Copy that, Inform Mistress, over." She said in a low humming voice, then cut the communication.
In a slowly approach, she slowly leaned in to whisper in her ear about the packages arrival, a small curved smile formed at Denver's face of the good news. The attack on Sardegna was merely a setback with meticulously planned of sabotage.
Denver-856 makes cuff in order to get his attention, she excused herself as she had some things needed to do in private matters. "Excuse me, Marco, but I have to excuse myself... I have some important business need to tend to."
"Yeah, sure," Cmdr. Marco said ever the trusting one said as he gave her path.
"Si Thank you, Marco you're quite a gentleman one." she said after passing through with a curt nod.
The other Officers on the balcony felt envious of the man, they never had meet a one of kind woman like that. unbeknownst to them it was a play to get them attracted to her, a man's weakness is their uncontrollable desire. And Denver used that to get information that were not found nor written in documents, information that few had known.
Down the balcony at the parking lot, Maid Enterprise on the watch with the car. Watching over the car is the only thing she can do, the clumsiness with the Dido Class was a prof of evident of her being stuck on a car.
The sudden thud of the passenger door got her jumped on her seat right next to the driver. The passenger door opens and Denver enters, she's quite surprise at Maid Enterprise's sudden squeal.
Scylla who took her seat at the driver seat ain't that surprise at the sudden squeal. Every Maid at the Maid Corp. had their own fair share clumsy comrades stuck on their side. There many she could name, and here she was stuck with one.
"M – my apologies." She said stammering with words. Maid Enterprise is so tensed watching over the car that a slight noise got her on alert.
Denver-856 used to the clumsy antics of her, just let it through as she was in a hurry to tend with the out most important package.
Scylla start the car and poll over the parking spot and hit the road, she made it sure that no one is following them as she chose the avenue of their departure. The tail is clear as no one is tailing them. Even with the lack of concern they still need to maintain some vigilance at work.
"Seem like no one is tailing us, and no bugs." Denver-856 said in confirmation after seeing the device she held no signs of listening or tracking device attached to the car.
To specifically sure, a group of Manjuu on their SEAL Gear overlooking above the rooftops of the building, under the shadow of statues they prowl and watch at the high value targets on the balcony. They reported that no car is pursuit at their departure.
"This is Lasagna Lead, to mistress. Your tail is clear of pursuer."
"Copy that Lasagna Lead, over."
Lasagna Led lower his radio and keep the profile low under the shadow at the rooftop, beside him is the Marksman Sniper of the group, pointed its scopes at the high-valued target on the balcony.
"Man... this sucks. We can end this bastard for good, I have my crosshairs in between his forehead." He said in frustration, itching to pull the trigger of his M82 Barrett.
"Easy there... we don't want things to be compromised. If we took that bastard's life in front of the crowds, it will be a whole new problem for everyone. The people might get more extremist as his followers, or worse, Iron Blood could take over the Sardigna Empire. Sardigna Empire only exist just like Italy as southern border of Germany, we only needed him alive because he's keeping everything in order."
"This is why I hate bad guys plot armor, they're only alive because they keep things in order." He grumbled.
The perk of being the big bad guy is too big to fall in the sea fanatic people, and it's the only one in control, if taken out, insurgency could occur and new madman worse the previous one could take hold.
"Quit your grumbling, we have to carefully watch these guys up-close."
"Roger that."
The SEALs keep their scopes at the balcony where the majority of the Military heads gathered and making appearance in front of the cheering crowds.
At the other side of the rooftop, another 2 Manjuu SEAL Team encroached at the shadow with cameras. Their purpose is to take a good capture of a photo of a new development in Sardegna Imperial Military. The P-26/40 Carro Armato same with the layout and design, but some core technology changes as results of studying Siren Technology.
It may be a small change in technology the implication of it being unknown is putting strategist into edge, but the recent battle proves that there are no changes so far, the Tankettes being Tankettes and numerous in numbers. A few Panzer IV and small detachment of Iron Blood armor division help defend the Capital Rome.
Secluded warehouse
At the secluded warehouse, a 1940s car with Italian design strolled in out of the eyes of everyone from Ordinary Folks and Civilian Enforcers. The hide their foot print, they hid the care inside the warehouse.
Inside the warehouse, Manjuus in Kevlar Vest, Rifles, Military Electronics and camo paint on their yellow feathers. Comedic and funny as their round and small figure is out of place at first glance, but this Manjuus are trained for infiltration and assassination.
One of them open the door of the car right at the passenger seat, the rest of the Manjuus drops their doing and get into attention and line.
Denver-856 existed the car she eyed the Manjuus in line, some of them are the new arrivals along with the package she negotiated with the Mafia Boss that holds the illegal shipping at Sardegna Port.
"The package?" she asked.
That Manjuu believe to be the leader gestures at the stack of crates covered in tarp and some still towed in the trucks.
The Lead Manjuu beckon one of his Men/Bird to open one of the crate, a simple crowbar did the job of removing the cover. Denver leaned in with a smirk in her face. Inside the crates are bars of C-4 Explosives.
The explosives were Rated-P, for plenty. The amount of explosives she orders was enough to blew Toronto Harbor out of existence.
"How's our business partner?" She asked about the Mafia Boss as her business partner.
The Lead Manjuu scuffed. "Seems to be doing well. He still keeps an eye with her daughter for potential assassin. As part of the agreement we keep an eye on her, we often intervene in occasions as other Mafia Family targeted her to cripple the Mafia Boss' operations. We have to act and eliminated some."
Denver-856 nodded her head slowly in acknowledgement. "Do tell Mr. Gapo I appreciate his business cooperation, I still gonna need his service."
"Copy, were sending now." He said as the one assigned to keep an eye at the Mafia Boss's daughter delivers the message through radio.
"Good... I want this to be scattered to our designated rendezvous area to avoid the suspicion and potential capture of our supply. Avoid the ruined capital, if some renovation crew dugged our secrets it will hinder further operations if the invasion comes, it be easy for us to spread the chaos in magnitude with a little caution." Denver-856 said as shadow covers the length of her face as she spoke about the sabotage plan.
The Manjuus quickly move the crates, some placed the crate separately as stacks of creates could caught unwanted attentions.
The other set of creates were weapons; Rifle, Rockets, Grenades and ammos for extended missions. New secrets popped out after the attack on Rome. It also exploited the unpreparedness of the Imperial Military on its swift response.
...
Washington DC
6:00 PM
( IMAGE )
"No way.... You got to be shitting me! ..." Cleveland-31 exclaimed as he was face to face with the person he wouldn't expect to meet after the day.
"You... you looked like me? How? how are you a male?" Cruiser Cleveland asked the question of as to why he had cannon between his legs.
"It's quite weird to see your own long lost twin." Kidd said in a tease.
Canberra hands on her chin brows furrowed. "Hmm... their physic seems to be in same mold albeit Cleve-dude is a bit muscular." She said observantly.
"Cleve-dude???" inquired the two identical twin.
"She's a bro and you were a dude." Canberra said while holding off her laugh.
"She got a point." JP Jones uttered in. Kidd also nodded her head.
"What about.... Lad? It's closer to bro, right?"
Anchorage the ever cold and harsh like the weather off Alaska, spoke. "You barely reach a man, you're in-between a boy and a guy, so you're a dude."
Helena chuckles, her smile angelic (according to him). "That sounds nice." She said as sweet as cinnamon.
Cleveland-31 flustered, scratched the back of his head and went with her judgement. "Yeah, you think so?"
Cruiser Cleveland amused at the exchange, though hard to believe that her counterpart was a boy. He too had a quirky quirk as her.
JP Jones and Kidd had a look of WTF as their eyes furrowed like a zooming camera lenses at him meticulously. Cleve-Dude (YES, this what we were calling him now) sweat drops in beads as all eyes onto him.
The awkward silence and constant sweating of Cleve-Dude was broken as Theodore scuffed to get their attentions. Her small frame is invisible to those who had tall stature, but her presence is felt.
"Alright," she began. "it seems everyone is here and well, but most of all.... what the f*ck was that." she pointed at the French-man and friends.
"A French-man." Kidd said in a tone of a high sea sailor.
Lafayette being the recipient of the troubles that his Division made, and attention he didn't want. "Don't remind me the pain." She said in a tone of defeat.
"Well you see... it's a quite murky waters for him, and this is the best team they could assemble within the range of ASW Capabilities." Cleve-bro said, helping Lafayette.
"By the way... where's Jimmy and Zumwalt?" Theodore inquired.
"I believe those two were in port, managing the restocking of both our ships along with Drew. We exhausted our armaments after that fight with the Sirens in their second wave." JP Jones reported, as he is the only in held in high regard in age.
Cleve-dude pivots left to right, searching. "Odd. Those seems to be close."
"Better let Drew handle the guy. Quite hard to make him stay put." JP Jones reply.
"Hmm, we better be ready with Siren surprises." Theodore said, ignoring the two.
There is still no guaranty that the Sirens would attack next, but for now the invasion was stop and today everyone on DC is at massive cleaned-up and exposed key weaknesses of the defense.
"So... when we're will be meeting Enterprise?"
Layette thought. "This midnight, there are some complications currently going with Miss Enterprise."
"Complications?" That words caught the attention.
Lafayette shrugs. "It's classified it seem, the details were vague. There are no follow-ups with that."
"I guess she received some severe damage as information is vague and borderline classified." She deduced as the word 'classified' is used.
"Alright," she said hands clasped together. "Everyone stay vigilant for the night and inform me about Enterprise' arrival, I'm going to have a dine with the President."
Theodore said, before she walks toward the gate, or what use to be left of the fence and gate along with her fluffy escort, Pete the Teddy-Bear. Soldiers and contracted civilians help each other to clean-up the debris at the lawn, and the holes that were visible on the White House was covered by a laid-up tarp and scaffolds.
The pristine Presidential abode was damage at the attack, luckily the interior seems to be fine than the exterior. Its gonna cost another taxpayers dollar to renovate such place back to it semblance.
On her way there, a Presidential aide greeted her at the door entrance and guided her to the hallways leading to the dining area, Theodore knew the path there, but let the protocols be protocols.
...
Enterprise Carrier Task Force
CVN-80 USS Enterprise Infirmary. At the Infirmary, Enterprise-80 sat on the bed dextrose hose attached to her wrist along with wires connected to the devices that monitor her pulse and heart rates. She's currently in her hospital gown. she tries to protest about the thing, but Frigate Belfast dismissed her and follow the Medical Staffs and Doctor's accommodation.
The beeping devices and constant hum of swaying deck is like a torturous sound that indicates boredom. The ticking clock on the wall is reminder that she was there for the past few hours.
"Is it done, Doc?" She asked the doctor scribbling on its plater.
The Doc sighs. "Not quite... your situation is quite complicated, your health and vital signs seems to be alright and well. But...."
"But what?"
"There are something going-on inside your head as our detector goes haywire." He said and turn to the said device.
The devise showed a steady brainwave that practical science couldn't explain as to why her brainwave is so high than average, average than any Shipgirls.
"What do you mean by that, Doc?"
Doc scratches his Manjuu head. "Don't know." He said shrugging. "it is some sort of telepathic connection."
"What connection?" She asked with apprehension, the word connection reminded her of certain someone.
Code-X in her unusual spot, she lazily rested at the couch with bag of chips in hand, she's watching Enterprise-80 like watching a soap opera. Bag of chips in hand while watching Enterprise-80 through the Holographic screen, she's literally in grossed with the drama.
"Oh... poor you... I should have told you before that we have deep connections now." She said as took a bite another chip.
Back at the Infirmary. Enterprise-80 removed that image of her going out of control and snatching Siren Hearts like hanging fruits off the tree.
"Like I said, connection."
She nodded her head in understanding. "Thanks Doc, I know it vague but I have the image of what you meant by 'connection'."
Doc nodded its head and return to scribbled some data.
Then the doors of the infirmary swing open as Frigate Belfast came in with trolley carrying food, not a infirmary specialty. She cooked a soap to make her health much better.
Enterprise-80 sighs deep. "Listen Bel... I'm not sick of some sort, I just need some rest –"
"No!" Frigate Belfast cuts her there. "Your strength was exhausted and you barely even able to walk. Don't give me the nonchalant of your Grandma, I know the two of you treated injuries nothing as bruise."
"And your inner Belfast lineage is leaking out." She countered with dry humor.
Frigate Belfast gave her a glare, hands both placed in her hips, she looked like an angry girlfriend who had enough with excuses and nonsense humor.
Enterprise-80 recedes, hands raised. "Fine, fine... you got me." She felt like a cornered boyfriend with its angry girlfriend.
"He, he, heh..." Code-X watches the soap opera with a smug face.
Enterprise-80 sighs, then her attention shifted to the other side, beside her was another patient, a very specific person. Amagi slumped peacefully as the monitors beeped monitoring her heart beat.
"How is she?" Frigate Belfast her tone concern and firm.
"Doc said she's exhausted and had minor headache, she would be awake soon enough, all in all – She's alright."
"It's quite a pity for her to be tortured and experimented to the brink of sanity, I couldn't imagine such horrors of the pain she went through." Frigate Belfast said is somber tone.
"Yeah, I know... I feel it too." Enterprise-80 said matching hers. "I want to inform DC about this. The Sakurans should be informed too, after all.... she's one of them."
"What about Akagi? Should we inform her too, after all she's her sister?"
"The President should be the one handling that, Akagi is held as National Security risk and she's detained at Guantanamo. We need permission to even inform her, let alone a visit."
"Let's just hope he listens to reasons." Frigate Belfast said in a joyful tone replacing the somber atmosphere.
Enterprise-80 curves a smile. "Yeah, let's hope he does."
As the two came into agreement, Amagi right next to them conscious. Her ears twitch, a gentle smile formed at her lips as Enterprise-80 stayed true to her promise. To her years of under the cruel rule of Sirens, some saved her from the dark with kindness. Not a gentle one, yet reassuring with its strength and power.
"Thank you." She thought expressed her gratitude with a gentle smile.