Inspired by Einsig's Code Geass/Arpeggio SI.
Journal Entry 1 - Unknown Location - 1300 Hours...
Journal Entry 1 - Unknown Location - 1300 Hours...
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Entry 01
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
Inspired by Einsig's Code Geass/Arpeggio SI.
Journal Entry 1 - Unknown Location - 1300 Hours
The one time I decide to try an MMO other than War Thunder, the one time I decide to branch out, and what happens? Lighting strikes, the earth opens up and swallows me, screaming, flames, and so many colors it makes my head hurt to try and remember. And I remember, as clear as a video.
Which is ironic, right about now, because my memories literally are videos. And right now I'm lying down on a hard surface that is swaying gently with the smell of salt in my nose and the sight of my early childhood playing in front of my eyes via a Heads-Up Display. I have a HUD, and right now apart from my early childhood I'm looking at a daunting list of various status reports ranging from the state of my systems to if my missile racks were fully loaded.
Wait...my systems? My missile racks? My guns? My torpedoes? My...Super-Heavy Graviton Cannon?
My eyes pop open and I sit up with a gasp, before staring at the sight before me. Looming above me was a set of massive cannons, followed by a sight I had seen only in movies, photos and a few video games; the superstructure of a battleship rose above the cannons like a mountain of steel with a fluttering rising sun flag waving in the ocean breeze.
Ocean? Spinning, I nearly fell over as the ground...the deck shifted under me and I saw the wide, blue ocean stretching in front of me. Carefully walking towards the bow of the ship I was obviously standing on, and looking over the railing, I stared as a school of fish flashed under the water and vanished. And that, is when I saw them and carefully brought my hands to my chest and slowly, disbelievingly, squeezed.
When I woke up the sun was setting and...and according to my new HUD clock I had been out of it for...six hours. Six Hours. I wasn't back in my home, wasn't back in my bed, and most certainly wasn't back to my original gender.
"When I find the bastard who made me a woman, I'm going to shove this battleship up their ass and then fire the guns. Huge tits or not." I grimaced at the sound of my voice; my voice sounded less like an angry woman and more like an angry female tiger, or something equally huge and pissed off. I sighed, "And of course I have an anime-sized rack, because why the hell not? My spine better be able to handle the increased weight, otherwise I'm going to have...well, an even more miserable time."
On a whim, I flicked my eyes to see if that changed anything with the HUD, and raised an eyebrow as the screens shifted and new icons popped up. One caught my attention and I felt my eyes widen as what felt like all of the blood in my face drained as I read the label 'Joint Tactical Network' and backed away despite the fact that it wasn't a physical screen or icon, "Oh fuck no. Fuck no, please no, god, please no..."
A loud beep sounded in my ear, "AAAAAAGH!" Yes, I screamed like a little girl. Gender-wise, that was only appropriate. I had just woken up in the wrong gender, on a battleship flying the flag of Japan, which meant...I ran back to the bow of the ship and looked over the very front to see a distinct, golden emblem, "Okay, this could mean anything, this could just be a prank. A very complex, convoluted prank involving changing some random schmuck's gender to...aw shit, it's not a prank is it?"
Stepping back from the golden emblem and sinking to a crouch, I calmly, too calmly, placed my head between my legs, happy that I was wearing pants at least, and let loose a sick-sounding moan, "Uuuuuuuuuu..."
I wasn't standing on the ship, I was standing on my real body. I could accept that; I had something of an enjoyment for trans-humanism and at least I could assume a human form. So that was not as big of a shock as it could have been, at least it could have been me waking up as the core inside the ship. Which was...scary, but also still a little cool.
I was an artificial intelligence, or if I wanted to be all pretentious I could use the Eclipse Phase term and call myself an AGI.
I was made out of nanomaterial and could make more. There were areas of my functionality that did not conform to my newly gained knowledge of what I was. What, not who. I already felt sick about the loss of my physical humanity just acknowledging that. I had only my mind and soul left to myself.
Keeping her eyes closed, the young woman dressed in a dark, military-style, uniform felt the shockwave of the 18-inch guns as they fired not like giant naval cannons, but like a grouping of autocannons, sending a spray of huge shells into the air to bracket the jets. Opening them, she watched as the Sanshikidan-style anti-aircraft shells detonated and sprayed their lethal incendiary and shrapnel-filled payloads into the sky.
She didn't need to zoom in to imagine the two fighter jets being shredded and engulfed in flames. And since they were 'modern' fighters, the young woman wasn't surprised to see no wreckage falling from the sky. Nothing bigger than strips of metal anyway.
She stared at the water for several long minutes.
"I feel sick."
Journal Entry 1 - Unknown Location - 1300 Hours
The one time I decide to try an MMO other than War Thunder, the one time I decide to branch out, and what happens? Lighting strikes, the earth opens up and swallows me, screaming, flames, and so many colors it makes my head hurt to try and remember. And I remember, as clear as a video.
Which is ironic, right about now, because my memories literally are videos. And right now I'm lying down on a hard surface that is swaying gently with the smell of salt in my nose and the sight of my early childhood playing in front of my eyes via a Heads-Up Display. I have a HUD, and right now apart from my early childhood I'm looking at a daunting list of various status reports ranging from the state of my systems to if my missile racks were fully loaded.
Wait...my systems? My missile racks? My guns? My torpedoes? My...Super-Heavy Graviton Cannon?
My eyes pop open and I sit up with a gasp, before staring at the sight before me. Looming above me was a set of massive cannons, followed by a sight I had seen only in movies, photos and a few video games; the superstructure of a battleship rose above the cannons like a mountain of steel with a fluttering rising sun flag waving in the ocean breeze.
Ocean? Spinning, I nearly fell over as the ground...the deck shifted under me and I saw the wide, blue ocean stretching in front of me. Carefully walking towards the bow of the ship I was obviously standing on, and looking over the railing, I stared as a school of fish flashed under the water and vanished. And that, is when I saw them and carefully brought my hands to my chest and slowly, disbelievingly, squeezed.
-Entry Paused-
-Unknown aircraft have entered scanner radius-
-Resuming-
-Unknown aircraft have entered scanner radius-
-Resuming-
When I woke up the sun was setting and...and according to my new HUD clock I had been out of it for...six hours. Six Hours. I wasn't back in my home, wasn't back in my bed, and most certainly wasn't back to my original gender.
"When I find the bastard who made me a woman, I'm going to shove this battleship up their ass and then fire the guns. Huge tits or not." I grimaced at the sound of my voice; my voice sounded less like an angry woman and more like an angry female tiger, or something equally huge and pissed off. I sighed, "And of course I have an anime-sized rack, because why the hell not? My spine better be able to handle the increased weight, otherwise I'm going to have...well, an even more miserable time."
On a whim, I flicked my eyes to see if that changed anything with the HUD, and raised an eyebrow as the screens shifted and new icons popped up. One caught my attention and I felt my eyes widen as what felt like all of the blood in my face drained as I read the label 'Joint Tactical Network' and backed away despite the fact that it wasn't a physical screen or icon, "Oh fuck no. Fuck no, please no, god, please no..."
A loud beep sounded in my ear, "AAAAAAGH!" Yes, I screamed like a little girl. Gender-wise, that was only appropriate. I had just woken up in the wrong gender, on a battleship flying the flag of Japan, which meant...I ran back to the bow of the ship and looked over the very front to see a distinct, golden emblem, "Okay, this could mean anything, this could just be a prank. A very complex, convoluted prank involving changing some random schmuck's gender to...aw shit, it's not a prank is it?"
Stepping back from the golden emblem and sinking to a crouch, I calmly, too calmly, placed my head between my legs, happy that I was wearing pants at least, and let loose a sick-sounding moan, "Uuuuuuuuuu..."
-Entry Paused-
-Unknown aircraft on approach vector-
-Resuming entry-
-Unknown aircraft on approach vector-
-Resuming entry-
I was a woman, alone, on the deck of what hopefully was not the Yamato and was instead the Musashi or perhaps the unbuilt fourth hull of the design, and all of the evidence was pointing to a conclusion that was making me more and more ill to think about it. But I had to check. Reaching up to my chest, I inhaled deeply, focused on a sensation in the back of my head that I had been ignoring, and pushed.
There was a sensation, like liquid, before I watched as skin and clothing turned to a rippling silver and I carefully inserted my hand to pull out a small object, like a squashed sphere the size of my palm, ringed by smaller spheres, made of a dark-purple metal. I quickly shoved it back into my chest before I started hyperventilating in earnest, trying to find a way to deny-
There was a sensation, like liquid, before I watched as skin and clothing turned to a rippling silver and I carefully inserted my hand to pull out a small object, like a squashed sphere the size of my palm, ringed by smaller spheres, made of a dark-purple metal. I quickly shoved it back into my chest before I started hyperventilating in earnest, trying to find a way to deny-
-ALERT!-
-UNKNOWN AIRCRAFT WITHIN VISUAL RANGE!-
-Pausing Journal Entry 01-
-UNKNOWN AIRCRAFT WITHIN VISUAL RANGE!-
-Pausing Journal Entry 01-
The young woman who had been watching the waves of the ocean while writing the first entry on her electronic journal looked up at the sky to see two aircraft, sleek and looking superficially similar to F-22 Raptors, screamed overhead before ascending to begin circling her and the ship she was standing on. The symbol painted on the tail of the two aircraft seemed familiar, and with a thought her vision zoomed in to get a closer look.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me..." A red cross with two of the arms bordered in yellow and white, the corners blue squares, and pride in place on the center was a shield with a lion dueling a snake. Another thought and her HUD began showing her the progress of her hacking their communications before she smiled at a cheerful tone with the message 'Connection Established' entering her vision.
"...t of nowhere Command, looks like an old battleship, flying old Eleven colours. Orders?"
"Maintain observation, we're moving vessels to intercept and sink it. We'll put these Eleven dogs back in their place."
"Understood. We have visual of one of the crew, she's a real exotic-looking one."
"Understood."
The woman blinked, before her complexion seemed to turn green, "Nope, nopenopenope. I am not going to become the subject of a fucking H-doujin." Looking up at the sky, her expression firmed, "Okay, now you have a second piece of evidence, and that means I'm either in trouble, or going to make a mess, or both. Fuck it, don't think about what you're going to do, just do it. Loading Sanshikidan into main guns."
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me..." A red cross with two of the arms bordered in yellow and white, the corners blue squares, and pride in place on the center was a shield with a lion dueling a snake. Another thought and her HUD began showing her the progress of her hacking their communications before she smiled at a cheerful tone with the message 'Connection Established' entering her vision.
"...t of nowhere Command, looks like an old battleship, flying old Eleven colours. Orders?"
"Maintain observation, we're moving vessels to intercept and sink it. We'll put these Eleven dogs back in their place."
"Understood. We have visual of one of the crew, she's a real exotic-looking one."
"Understood."
The woman blinked, before her complexion seemed to turn green, "Nope, nopenopenope. I am not going to become the subject of a fucking H-doujin." Looking up at the sky, her expression firmed, "Okay, now you have a second piece of evidence, and that means I'm either in trouble, or going to make a mess, or both. Fuck it, don't think about what you're going to do, just do it. Loading Sanshikidan into main guns."
-Resuming Entry-
I didn't faint. I couldn't. I had to acknowledge what I was.
-Sanshikidan loaded into all main guns. Set fire mode for Full-Automatic-
I wasn't standing on the ship, I was standing on my real body. I could accept that; I had something of an enjoyment for trans-humanism and at least I could assume a human form. So that was not as big of a shock as it could have been, at least it could have been me waking up as the core inside the ship. Which was...scary, but also still a little cool.
I was an artificial intelligence, or if I wanted to be all pretentious I could use the Eclipse Phase term and call myself an AGI.
-Designated unknown aircraft as hostile-
-Targets locked-
-Targets locked-
I was made out of nanomaterial and could make more. There were areas of my functionality that did not conform to my newly gained knowledge of what I was. What, not who. I already felt sick about the loss of my physical humanity just acknowledging that. I had only my mind and soul left to myself.
-God forgive me for what I will do-
-Firing-
-Firing-
I am a Fog Fleet Battleship based on the Yamato hull pattern, and I have no idea of where I am and what I am supposed to do.
And it would be two weeks before I met another human being.
And it would be two weeks before I met another human being.
-End Journal Entry 01-
Keeping her eyes closed, the young woman dressed in a dark, military-style, uniform felt the shockwave of the 18-inch guns as they fired not like giant naval cannons, but like a grouping of autocannons, sending a spray of huge shells into the air to bracket the jets. Opening them, she watched as the Sanshikidan-style anti-aircraft shells detonated and sprayed their lethal incendiary and shrapnel-filled payloads into the sky.
She didn't need to zoom in to imagine the two fighter jets being shredded and engulfed in flames. And since they were 'modern' fighters, the young woman wasn't surprised to see no wreckage falling from the sky. Nothing bigger than strips of metal anyway.
She stared at the water for several long minutes.
"I feel sick."
- Location
- norway
Yeah sure, this is fine.
Someone explain plz, did he/she just commit unprovoked manslaughter?
Someone explain plz, did he/she just commit unprovoked manslaughter?
GingaNoTsurugi
Hear Me Howl!
Uhm these are Britannians the dick bags of Code geass, they were planning on doing unsavory things to do to the Exotic "Eleven" the world is safer without these Darwonist maniacs.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
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- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's not exactly unprovoked when they plan on sinking your ship, which is your real body, and then probably doing horrible things to your fake body before killing that too.
Entry 02 And First Battle
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
Journal Entry 02 - Pacific Ocean - 0952 Hours
Arrival+2 Weeks, 3 Days
I still feel a little sick going over the combat videos. I have high-resolution, super slow-motion recollections of the frame-by-frame disintegration of two fighter jets as a barrage of...thirty-eight Sanshikidan reducing those planes, those pilots, to confetti and ash.
And I can't even have the catharsis of throwing up.
So...that happened. Britannians. Fucking Britannians. If those idiot pilots hadn't said what they did, if that superior officer hadn't been...interested in me, I probably could have reacted more calmly. Actually no, I would have shot them in the first place. Because fuck Britannians and fuck the Holy Britannian Empire, and fuck the entirety of the Code Geass franchise.
I'd say fuck the Fog Fleet and Admiralty Code, but I have no idea if what's happened to me is the result of the A-C, or just dumb luck combined with providence. Well, faith as small as a mustard seed and all that. Baby steps, that's what I need, baby steps.
A couple of centuries of unrepentant degrading of human rights and national identity combined with an uncontested aristocracy lead by a bloodline that...even now I still feel sick at the realization that right now, while I'm floating in the Pacific Ocean (thank you hacked military spy satellites), there are people being buried in unmarked graves and being forced to live in ghettos that are almost certainly the bombed-out ruins of their former cities left to rot, and generations are growing up thinking this is normal.
Washington's Rebellion, what would have been the War Of Independence, clearly failed if I remember my history right although I don't know how. What little I remember of Code Geass' history suggests that the British were kicked out of the Old World and into the New, which falls in line with my knowledge of the anime.
Figures that the Japanese would turn the Americans into monarchists. Japanese anime is basically their way at selling back-handed insults about the United State or promoting some kind of nationalist sentiment. And now I'm in an anime world, as a ship from another manga involving World War 2 ships, another thing the Japanese love to revisit.
I'm getting off track. It's been two days since I shot down those jets, and I've been using the peace and quiet to practice with myself. God that sounds so perverted, even on a journal that no-one but me will be reading. Anyway, it looks like whatever happened to me might have done something to mesh the Human-Me with the Mental Model-Me.
I can calculate faster, better, than a normal mind which is how I hacked a military satellite that passed over me several hours after I shot down the jets. I switched around my vision and can now see in just about every known visual spectrum and more than a few that aren't likely to be known now. My sensors are capable of tracking single people in high-resolution detail and I bet I can build and deploy drones with similar capabilities.
My weapons are more...versatile than what I knew. Ark Performance was obviously holding back for drama but even so I didn't think the Fog was this advanced. Beam cannons, missiles, torpedoes and lasers alongside the Thanatonium and Wave Force Armour, to say nothing of the Super-Heavy Graviton Cannon, I knew about those and firing conventional rounds is clearly in my capabilities.
But the data I was looking at, I am looking at, tells me that with enough time and enough acquired data I could replicate just about any material. Sakuradite would be Thanatonium on steroids if I could get a big enough sample. But speaking of replication...
So, I have my own twin. Or rather, I am my own twin. Right now, the original is...well to be frank I fainted. Not surprising, this is a pretty big shock, transhuman leanings or not. Still, I'm surprised I took so long to activate, but I am right. Baby steps, baby steps all the way. Anyway, I'll probably take on a different name, maybe do what the original Yamato did? Hmm, Yuzuki and Youko? Might work.
Anyway, I have my marching orders. Looks like the Admiralty Code wants the Britannians to start losing resources in the Pacific. Not surprising, but patrolling an entire ocean is pretty stupid. If we're going to follow orders (and isn't it interesting that we have no directives not to shell or otherwise destroy surface?) and cripple any and all shipping heading across the Pacific and especially isolate Japan, then we need to do something more...strategic.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Fleet Admiral Stevens asked, dumbfounded, as twenty Portman Knightmare frames simply vanished to be replaced by LOST markers, "What the hell did that ship just launch?"
"Last report was ASROC fire from the unknown vessel." A bridge officer reported, "And the something about rockets before the lead Portman squadron went dark."
"Rockets? Those Portmans were cruising at a depth of 300 fucking meters, there's no way a rocket could have hit them." Stevens snapped.
"Maybe someone strapped a rocket engine to a torpedo?" A young ensign theorized, before everyone stared at him with a look that spoke volumes about what they thought of his idea and intelligence.
"Rockets on a torpedo? Ensign, you're on this ship to serve his Imperial Majesty, not to spout idiotic ideas out of science-fiction." Turning away from the flushing, humiliated sailor, Stevens turned to his tactical officer, "Are we in range for missile strikes?"
"Aye sir, and we have two more squadrons of Portmans nearly about to make contact. If we're lucky, they'll save us some of the ship for target practice."
Before Steven could say anything in reply to the statement a flash of light caught his attention and the rest of the bridge crew, "What the fuck was that?"
"Sir! We've just lost the remaining two squadrons!" One of the officers near the strategy screen shouted, a hint of fear now in his voice, and Stevens looked down at his own screen to see that the other forty KMF's were now replaced by LOST icons. "Orders?"
Stevens snarled, "All fleet! Red Alert! All ships target that vessel and barrage fire! Get those Sea-Kestrels in the air! Now!" Alarms began to wail as the lights dimmed and armored shutters sealed shut over the windows, "I want a FLASH message to Pearl, tell them that Eighth Fleet is engaging an unknown warship and requires reinforcements!"
"Aye aye!"
Across the ship, jets were being brought up from the hangers as missiles were removed from racks and loaded into the VLS magazines as jets screamed into the air, circling the carrier as its own VLS cells opened. As the squadrons roared towards their unknown enemy, every ship in the fifty-strong fleet opened fire with their own missiles, hundreds roaring towards the dark shape on the horizon.
"Admiral, we have visual contact with the unknown. Definitely an old Eleven flag it's flying, but there's no sign of any kind of missile or torpedo launch system. Speed estimated at...this can't be right." The officer looked back to Admiral Stevens, "Sir, we're reading a speed of over 55 knots. That's over one-hundred kilometers..."
"Nearly as fast as the Destroyers." Stevens concluded, "Time to impact?"
"Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One. Impact!" All eyes focused on the camera footage as every missile reached the mysterious ship. And then detonated in mid-air. Stunned silence filled the air before the tactical officer spoke up, "N...No impacts. All missiles shot down. By the gods...there was over two hundred missiles in that barrage."
Stevens recovered quickly, "Prepare for another barrage, split the fleet up and engage with guns."
"Aye sir!" As the orders were sent out, guns trained on the ship as it plowed through the water, forcing them to split up to dodge being rammed. On one Britannian destroyer, the main gunner saw a female figure staring straight at him through his gun-camera.
"Fucking Eleven bitch," the sailor snarled as he saw the cruel, mocking smile on the woman's face and aimed the gun straight at her, "Take this!" He pressed the trigger. Like a starting gun, the deck cannon fired, and every gun fired seconds later, sending a rain of high-explosive death sailing towards the massive Eleven vessel as it plowed past them.
In the air, the jets opened their weapon racks and dropped their bombs, banking to drop low and set up for a torpedo run while the Britannian Battle-Carrier of the Eight Fleet, the BNSS Benjamin Franklin, unleashed more missiles as her own gun thundered.
Watching the stream of projectiles as if in slow motion, Youko's grin grew, "Heh."
It was like watching a time-lapse video as the first shell struck the Klein Field, deformed, and then detonated. The following missiles and shells followed suit, detonating across the field as hexagonal beehives flashed into existence all around her hull. At this range, it was impossible not to see the barrier of the Klein Field as bombs and missiles detonated in mid-air while shells exploded along the ship's waterline.
One of the giant turrets shifted, aiming at a Destroyer, and Youko felt like she should say something. So she did.
"Boom."
With a flash of light and a boom of vaporised air the Heavy Particle Beam Cannon punched a hole the size of a bus through the bridge of the Destroyer, smashing through the bow of another Destroyer in the process, Youko's smile undiminished as all fire seemed to stop as she began turning and the fleet circling her shifted their ranks, apparently stunned by the sight.
"Yuzuki." The white-uniformed twin appeared behind her black-clad sister, "They've shown us their fireworks, show them ours."
The young woman grinned madly, "Hahahaa!" The ship's deck split apart, sliding open to reveal rows upon rows of missile launchers, and then Yuzuki laughed, "CA-RNIVAL DAYO!~" Streams of missile shrieked out of their launchers just as the two Destroyers exploded, their explosions joined by more as Youko watched the supersonic warheads smash through armour and detonate deep inside, hulls bulging from the explosions, flames vomiting out of holes as one Destroyer's gun exploded and flew off its mounting.
As the weapon smashed into the Klein Field and fell into the water, Youko send a mental command and the forward turret began to transform as Yuzuki turned to her twin, "Is this the surprise you had planned?"
Youko nodded, her smile now gone, "This isn't really fun anymore. It feels like killing someone helpless, or punching a puppy."
Yuzuki shrugged, "Kinda. You feeling sick again?" She turned to the transforming turret, cocking her head at the familiar shape, before her eyes widened at the sight of the projectiles, "No way, you're ripping off a movie?"
Youko chuckled, "It's not a bad movie. Besides, it's a good experiment." The multi-barreled launch battery clunked as the projectiles were locked in place and magnetic accelerators began to spin, superconducting elements beginning to glow white-hot; a glow that was being matched by the sharp-angled sigil appearing on the bridge superstructure, "Should I contact them?"
Yuzuki shrugged, "Go ahead, I've already got their fleet movements and the location of their primary naval base. It's Pearl Harbor of course."
Youko smiled, amused, as the battery shifted its firing angle, "Of course." With a series of loud thuds, the electro-magnetic mortar battery fired, and she rolled her shoulders, "Hope there isn't an Arizona moored there."
Yuzuki snorted, suppressing a laugh, "Now that's just morbid!"
On board the Benjamin Franklin, no-one was laughing, they were too busy panicking and trying to force the ship to turn as the spinning projectiles streaked across the sky towards them as Admiral Stevens watched the two women on the deck of the ship.
And then a female voice sounded over the speakers, "Testing. One. Two. Three. Can you hear me?" Stevens made a motion to not respond as the voice continued, "Doesn't matter. I have a message to give to your masters, so it's best to give it to them directly. But this? This battle? It was barely a warm-up."
Stevens rose from his seat, about to shout out a reply, but whatever he was going to say died on his lips as one of the incoming shells smashed through the armored shutters and into the bridge, slamming into him.
Outside, Youko and Yuzuki watched as the rest of the shells embedded themselves into the flight deck and other portions of the ship, including several into the bridge superstructure, and Yuzuki turned to Youko, "So, what did you put in as a warhead?"
The bridge projectile slammed home its detonator hammer, setting off the warhead and engulfing the bridge in a black sphere of annihilating energy as Youko turned away, more spheres tearing apart the ship as she transformed the turret back.
"20 grams of Thanatonium."
Yuzuki watched as Youko melted into liquid metal, grimacing as she sensed through her link the sensations of disgust, shame, and satisfaction that the original felt towards what she had coordinated. Still.
"Not bad work." Yuzuki melted into the hull as the Benjamin Franklin broke apart behind them, cracking open as the weakened ship tore itself apart, ignoring the ocean waves littered with sinking hulks.
Slowly, a Fog began to build around the ship as it sailed south.
Arrival+2 Weeks, 3 Days
I still feel a little sick going over the combat videos. I have high-resolution, super slow-motion recollections of the frame-by-frame disintegration of two fighter jets as a barrage of...thirty-eight Sanshikidan reducing those planes, those pilots, to confetti and ash.
And I can't even have the catharsis of throwing up.
So...that happened. Britannians. Fucking Britannians. If those idiot pilots hadn't said what they did, if that superior officer hadn't been...interested in me, I probably could have reacted more calmly. Actually no, I would have shot them in the first place. Because fuck Britannians and fuck the Holy Britannian Empire, and fuck the entirety of the Code Geass franchise.
I'd say fuck the Fog Fleet and Admiralty Code, but I have no idea if what's happened to me is the result of the A-C, or just dumb luck combined with providence. Well, faith as small as a mustard seed and all that. Baby steps, that's what I need, baby steps.
A couple of centuries of unrepentant degrading of human rights and national identity combined with an uncontested aristocracy lead by a bloodline that...even now I still feel sick at the realization that right now, while I'm floating in the Pacific Ocean (thank you hacked military spy satellites), there are people being buried in unmarked graves and being forced to live in ghettos that are almost certainly the bombed-out ruins of their former cities left to rot, and generations are growing up thinking this is normal.
Washington's Rebellion, what would have been the War Of Independence, clearly failed if I remember my history right although I don't know how. What little I remember of Code Geass' history suggests that the British were kicked out of the Old World and into the New, which falls in line with my knowledge of the anime.
Figures that the Japanese would turn the Americans into monarchists. Japanese anime is basically their way at selling back-handed insults about the United State or promoting some kind of nationalist sentiment. And now I'm in an anime world, as a ship from another manga involving World War 2 ships, another thing the Japanese love to revisit.
I'm getting off track. It's been two days since I shot down those jets, and I've been using the peace and quiet to practice with myself. God that sounds so perverted, even on a journal that no-one but me will be reading. Anyway, it looks like whatever happened to me might have done something to mesh the Human-Me with the Mental Model-Me.
I can calculate faster, better, than a normal mind which is how I hacked a military satellite that passed over me several hours after I shot down the jets. I switched around my vision and can now see in just about every known visual spectrum and more than a few that aren't likely to be known now. My sensors are capable of tracking single people in high-resolution detail and I bet I can build and deploy drones with similar capabilities.
My weapons are more...versatile than what I knew. Ark Performance was obviously holding back for drama but even so I didn't think the Fog was this advanced. Beam cannons, missiles, torpedoes and lasers alongside the Thanatonium and Wave Force Armour, to say nothing of the Super-Heavy Graviton Cannon, I knew about those and firing conventional rounds is clearly in my capabilities.
But the data I was looking at, I am looking at, tells me that with enough time and enough acquired data I could replicate just about any material. Sakuradite would be Thanatonium on steroids if I could get a big enough sample. But speaking of replication...
-Entry Paused-
Sighing as she closed the document, the young woman walked towards the center of the deck and concentrated, feeling her body beginning to melt into nanomaterial as she re-integrated her Mental Model into the ship, "Oh, this feel so wrong." She didn't say anything more as her head melted into the deck and with a slight feeling of swimming through dark water, she re-composed her body inside a section of her hull that was simply listed as 'Special Technologies' and stared at the black, cuboid devices sitting in the bowels of her hull.
"This is bullshit, just complete and utter bullshit. Why the fuck would I appear with EnigmaTech?" The young woman ran a hand on the black devices and grimaced at the lack of data coming from them. EnigmaTech...She had played a copy of the old Warship Gunner games a long time ago, but the only device she had ever used was the Ammo-Assembler.
These...these were not the EnigmaTech from that game but they were enigmas all the same. She knew their functions. A nanomaterial generator to help her replenish nanomaterial without the need for a supply ship. A research core to take in any ideas she came up with, and any data she acquired, to build new weapons and munitions so that she could adapt. A fucking Thanatonium replicator that could churn out precious kilograms of Thanatonium over a number of days. The last one...she still couldn't even get so much as a name, and she couldn't turn it on.
"Why?" She spoke to herself, staring at the Thanatonium replicator in particular as her systems automatically collected a canister containing exactly 20 metric kilograms of the mysterious, possibly artificial, super-element. It took a day to make even that much and it took at least five kilograms to make a Corrosive Warhead Torpedo strong enough to take down another Fog Ship.
"Why give me all this? Is this because you have a plan?" Growling to herself, she accessed the research core and began checking on the progress of her new idea. "You wouldn't have sent a super-heavy battleship in alone unless you had a plan, not with the means to fight a war by itself. So what is your game? What is the purpose of making me? Why would you choose me?" There was no answer, not a physical one, except that her Joint Tactical Network icon was blinking.
"Now what the fuck?" Snarling to herself, the young woman activated the one program she had never managed to work up the nerve to do on her own initiative. Selecting the Joint Tactical Network client, she activated it. It took seconds before there was a chirping noise and she sensed before she saw a glow starting to emanate from her face. 'Huh, my markings are glowing. Neat.'
And then she received the download request, 'Well, this is ominous. Sender ID is-' Her vision wavered and she blinked, "Oh fuck."
The Admiralty Code, it was the Admiralty Code transmitting to her, the astronaut woman herself. "Well shit. Can't exactly refuse, can I?" Accepting the download, she watched the progress bar zip before a window opened with a plain-text file.
Z MESSAGE
BATTLESHIP YAMATO TO PREPARE FOR IMMINENT OPERATIONS
P MESSAGE ORDERS TO FOLLOW
Seconds later, another download request appeared and the young woman brought up the second file.
P MESSAGE
YAMATO-CLASS VESSEL TO NAME HERSELF IMMEDIATELY AND INITIATE OPERATIONS.
ORDERS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
1. SUPPRESS BRITANNIAN NAVAL AND AIR TRAFFIC ENTERING AND LEAVING JAPAN.
2. DESTRUCTION OF ALL BRITANNIAN SHIPPING IN ANY FORM.
3. PREVENTION OF ANY NAVAL, AIR OR SPACE ASSETS FROM ENTERING OPERATIONS AREA: PACIFIC.
VESSEL IS HEREBY DESIGNATED SUPREME FLAGSHIP - PACIFIC THEATER. AUTHORISATION GIVEN TO MANUFACTURE ADDITIONAL FLEET ELEMENTS.
"Oh fuck. Looks like I have my marching orders." Leaning back against a bulkhead, the young woman sighed, "Supreme Flagship huh? And I need to pick my own name? Hmm...how about..."
"Youko, it means Sunlight Child." She heard her voice finish her thought.
"Yeah, that's it. Thanks." She was about to melt back into the bulkhead when she realised what was strange about that and turned to look behind her.
Her doppleganger, wearing white to her black, smiled, "Yo."
"This is bullshit, just complete and utter bullshit. Why the fuck would I appear with EnigmaTech?" The young woman ran a hand on the black devices and grimaced at the lack of data coming from them. EnigmaTech...She had played a copy of the old Warship Gunner games a long time ago, but the only device she had ever used was the Ammo-Assembler.
These...these were not the EnigmaTech from that game but they were enigmas all the same. She knew their functions. A nanomaterial generator to help her replenish nanomaterial without the need for a supply ship. A research core to take in any ideas she came up with, and any data she acquired, to build new weapons and munitions so that she could adapt. A fucking Thanatonium replicator that could churn out precious kilograms of Thanatonium over a number of days. The last one...she still couldn't even get so much as a name, and she couldn't turn it on.
"Why?" She spoke to herself, staring at the Thanatonium replicator in particular as her systems automatically collected a canister containing exactly 20 metric kilograms of the mysterious, possibly artificial, super-element. It took a day to make even that much and it took at least five kilograms to make a Corrosive Warhead Torpedo strong enough to take down another Fog Ship.
"Why give me all this? Is this because you have a plan?" Growling to herself, she accessed the research core and began checking on the progress of her new idea. "You wouldn't have sent a super-heavy battleship in alone unless you had a plan, not with the means to fight a war by itself. So what is your game? What is the purpose of making me? Why would you choose me?" There was no answer, not a physical one, except that her Joint Tactical Network icon was blinking.
"Now what the fuck?" Snarling to herself, the young woman activated the one program she had never managed to work up the nerve to do on her own initiative. Selecting the Joint Tactical Network client, she activated it. It took seconds before there was a chirping noise and she sensed before she saw a glow starting to emanate from her face. 'Huh, my markings are glowing. Neat.'
And then she received the download request, 'Well, this is ominous. Sender ID is-' Her vision wavered and she blinked, "Oh fuck."
The Admiralty Code, it was the Admiralty Code transmitting to her, the astronaut woman herself. "Well shit. Can't exactly refuse, can I?" Accepting the download, she watched the progress bar zip before a window opened with a plain-text file.
Z MESSAGE
BATTLESHIP YAMATO TO PREPARE FOR IMMINENT OPERATIONS
P MESSAGE ORDERS TO FOLLOW
Seconds later, another download request appeared and the young woman brought up the second file.
P MESSAGE
YAMATO-CLASS VESSEL TO NAME HERSELF IMMEDIATELY AND INITIATE OPERATIONS.
ORDERS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
1. SUPPRESS BRITANNIAN NAVAL AND AIR TRAFFIC ENTERING AND LEAVING JAPAN.
2. DESTRUCTION OF ALL BRITANNIAN SHIPPING IN ANY FORM.
3. PREVENTION OF ANY NAVAL, AIR OR SPACE ASSETS FROM ENTERING OPERATIONS AREA: PACIFIC.
VESSEL IS HEREBY DESIGNATED SUPREME FLAGSHIP - PACIFIC THEATER. AUTHORISATION GIVEN TO MANUFACTURE ADDITIONAL FLEET ELEMENTS.
"Oh fuck. Looks like I have my marching orders." Leaning back against a bulkhead, the young woman sighed, "Supreme Flagship huh? And I need to pick my own name? Hmm...how about..."
"Youko, it means Sunlight Child." She heard her voice finish her thought.
"Yeah, that's it. Thanks." She was about to melt back into the bulkhead when she realised what was strange about that and turned to look behind her.
Her doppleganger, wearing white to her black, smiled, "Yo."
-Resuming Entry-
So, I have my own twin. Or rather, I am my own twin. Right now, the original is...well to be frank I fainted. Not surprising, this is a pretty big shock, transhuman leanings or not. Still, I'm surprised I took so long to activate, but I am right. Baby steps, baby steps all the way. Anyway, I'll probably take on a different name, maybe do what the original Yamato did? Hmm, Yuzuki and Youko? Might work.
Anyway, I have my marching orders. Looks like the Admiralty Code wants the Britannians to start losing resources in the Pacific. Not surprising, but patrolling an entire ocean is pretty stupid. If we're going to follow orders (and isn't it interesting that we have no directives not to shell or otherwise destroy surface?) and cripple any and all shipping heading across the Pacific and especially isolate Japan, then we need to do something more...strategic.
-Alert. Unknown surface fleet approaching.-
Right on time. I have a feeling that we're going to be too busy for any more journals from now on. At least too busy to focus on them for long.
-Journal Entry 02 Closed.-
When she, the newly-christened Youko, opened her eyes, she was back on the deck of the ship, her hull, with her twin looking down at her, "Had a decent nap, Sunshine?"
"Don't quote Dad." Youko snapped immediately.
The other -Yuzuki- flinched her expression fell slightly, "Yeah, sorry. Anyway, you saw the orders? Well, first things first, we have ships to kill. Britannian naval task force. One carrier-battleship hybrid, numerous destroyer escorts and a lot of smaller sub-surface contacts. Portmans, if I am not mistaken."
"You aren't." Youko responded, her mind already checking the progress of her project. Still undergoing final checks, it wouldn't be ready to deal with the faster Portmans that her scanners were telling her were already inbound, "Coordinate ASROC and Torpedo launches. Leave the rest to me."
"You got it." Immediately the rear of the super-heavy battleship, now named Youko, opened up reveal her cruising thruster before they lit up and began pushing the huge vessel through the water of the Pacific Ocean. Looking up at the bridge, Youko frowned as her sigil illuminated on superstructure.
"Did you know that our sigil is the Mars Zeon emblem?"
Yuzuki just laughed as she opened the launch tubes and began plotting firing coordinates, "Is it time for a carnival?"
"No, not yet." Youko replied with a cruel smile, "Do you have firing solutions for the Portmans?"
Yuzuki giggled, "Ready to launch."
"Fuck 'em up."
Youko had barely finished speaking when twenty ASROCs screamed into the sky before dipping down to plunge towards the ocean, retro-rockets flaring to brake their entry. Underwater, the Portman pilots moving ahead of the navy ships picked up the water impacts and immediately followed their training to dodge or take out slow-moving torpedoes.
That was when the rocket motors of the twenty supercavitating torpedoes deployed via ballistic launch fired up and the Portman sonars lit up with the deafening roar of inbound supercavitation warheads streaming towards them on vector-thrust rocket motors.
"Don't quote Dad." Youko snapped immediately.
The other -Yuzuki- flinched her expression fell slightly, "Yeah, sorry. Anyway, you saw the orders? Well, first things first, we have ships to kill. Britannian naval task force. One carrier-battleship hybrid, numerous destroyer escorts and a lot of smaller sub-surface contacts. Portmans, if I am not mistaken."
"You aren't." Youko responded, her mind already checking the progress of her project. Still undergoing final checks, it wouldn't be ready to deal with the faster Portmans that her scanners were telling her were already inbound, "Coordinate ASROC and Torpedo launches. Leave the rest to me."
"You got it." Immediately the rear of the super-heavy battleship, now named Youko, opened up reveal her cruising thruster before they lit up and began pushing the huge vessel through the water of the Pacific Ocean. Looking up at the bridge, Youko frowned as her sigil illuminated on superstructure.
"Did you know that our sigil is the Mars Zeon emblem?"
Yuzuki just laughed as she opened the launch tubes and began plotting firing coordinates, "Is it time for a carnival?"
"No, not yet." Youko replied with a cruel smile, "Do you have firing solutions for the Portmans?"
Yuzuki giggled, "Ready to launch."
"Fuck 'em up."
Youko had barely finished speaking when twenty ASROCs screamed into the sky before dipping down to plunge towards the ocean, retro-rockets flaring to brake their entry. Underwater, the Portman pilots moving ahead of the navy ships picked up the water impacts and immediately followed their training to dodge or take out slow-moving torpedoes.
That was when the rocket motors of the twenty supercavitating torpedoes deployed via ballistic launch fired up and the Portman sonars lit up with the deafening roar of inbound supercavitation warheads streaming towards them on vector-thrust rocket motors.
***
"What the hell is going on out there?" Fleet Admiral Stevens asked, dumbfounded, as twenty Portman Knightmare frames simply vanished to be replaced by LOST markers, "What the hell did that ship just launch?"
"Last report was ASROC fire from the unknown vessel." A bridge officer reported, "And the something about rockets before the lead Portman squadron went dark."
"Rockets? Those Portmans were cruising at a depth of 300 fucking meters, there's no way a rocket could have hit them." Stevens snapped.
"Maybe someone strapped a rocket engine to a torpedo?" A young ensign theorized, before everyone stared at him with a look that spoke volumes about what they thought of his idea and intelligence.
"Rockets on a torpedo? Ensign, you're on this ship to serve his Imperial Majesty, not to spout idiotic ideas out of science-fiction." Turning away from the flushing, humiliated sailor, Stevens turned to his tactical officer, "Are we in range for missile strikes?"
"Aye sir, and we have two more squadrons of Portmans nearly about to make contact. If we're lucky, they'll save us some of the ship for target practice."
Before Steven could say anything in reply to the statement a flash of light caught his attention and the rest of the bridge crew, "What the fuck was that?"
"Sir! We've just lost the remaining two squadrons!" One of the officers near the strategy screen shouted, a hint of fear now in his voice, and Stevens looked down at his own screen to see that the other forty KMF's were now replaced by LOST icons. "Orders?"
Stevens snarled, "All fleet! Red Alert! All ships target that vessel and barrage fire! Get those Sea-Kestrels in the air! Now!" Alarms began to wail as the lights dimmed and armored shutters sealed shut over the windows, "I want a FLASH message to Pearl, tell them that Eighth Fleet is engaging an unknown warship and requires reinforcements!"
"Aye aye!"
Across the ship, jets were being brought up from the hangers as missiles were removed from racks and loaded into the VLS magazines as jets screamed into the air, circling the carrier as its own VLS cells opened. As the squadrons roared towards their unknown enemy, every ship in the fifty-strong fleet opened fire with their own missiles, hundreds roaring towards the dark shape on the horizon.
"Admiral, we have visual contact with the unknown. Definitely an old Eleven flag it's flying, but there's no sign of any kind of missile or torpedo launch system. Speed estimated at...this can't be right." The officer looked back to Admiral Stevens, "Sir, we're reading a speed of over 55 knots. That's over one-hundred kilometers..."
"Nearly as fast as the Destroyers." Stevens concluded, "Time to impact?"
"Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One. Impact!" All eyes focused on the camera footage as every missile reached the mysterious ship. And then detonated in mid-air. Stunned silence filled the air before the tactical officer spoke up, "N...No impacts. All missiles shot down. By the gods...there was over two hundred missiles in that barrage."
Stevens recovered quickly, "Prepare for another barrage, split the fleet up and engage with guns."
"Aye sir!" As the orders were sent out, guns trained on the ship as it plowed through the water, forcing them to split up to dodge being rammed. On one Britannian destroyer, the main gunner saw a female figure staring straight at him through his gun-camera.
"Fucking Eleven bitch," the sailor snarled as he saw the cruel, mocking smile on the woman's face and aimed the gun straight at her, "Take this!" He pressed the trigger. Like a starting gun, the deck cannon fired, and every gun fired seconds later, sending a rain of high-explosive death sailing towards the massive Eleven vessel as it plowed past them.
In the air, the jets opened their weapon racks and dropped their bombs, banking to drop low and set up for a torpedo run while the Britannian Battle-Carrier of the Eight Fleet, the BNSS Benjamin Franklin, unleashed more missiles as her own gun thundered.
Watching the stream of projectiles as if in slow motion, Youko's grin grew, "Heh."
It was like watching a time-lapse video as the first shell struck the Klein Field, deformed, and then detonated. The following missiles and shells followed suit, detonating across the field as hexagonal beehives flashed into existence all around her hull. At this range, it was impossible not to see the barrier of the Klein Field as bombs and missiles detonated in mid-air while shells exploded along the ship's waterline.
One of the giant turrets shifted, aiming at a Destroyer, and Youko felt like she should say something. So she did.
"Boom."
With a flash of light and a boom of vaporised air the Heavy Particle Beam Cannon punched a hole the size of a bus through the bridge of the Destroyer, smashing through the bow of another Destroyer in the process, Youko's smile undiminished as all fire seemed to stop as she began turning and the fleet circling her shifted their ranks, apparently stunned by the sight.
"Yuzuki." The white-uniformed twin appeared behind her black-clad sister, "They've shown us their fireworks, show them ours."
The young woman grinned madly, "Hahahaa!" The ship's deck split apart, sliding open to reveal rows upon rows of missile launchers, and then Yuzuki laughed, "CA-RNIVAL DAYO!~" Streams of missile shrieked out of their launchers just as the two Destroyers exploded, their explosions joined by more as Youko watched the supersonic warheads smash through armour and detonate deep inside, hulls bulging from the explosions, flames vomiting out of holes as one Destroyer's gun exploded and flew off its mounting.
As the weapon smashed into the Klein Field and fell into the water, Youko send a mental command and the forward turret began to transform as Yuzuki turned to her twin, "Is this the surprise you had planned?"
Youko nodded, her smile now gone, "This isn't really fun anymore. It feels like killing someone helpless, or punching a puppy."
Yuzuki shrugged, "Kinda. You feeling sick again?" She turned to the transforming turret, cocking her head at the familiar shape, before her eyes widened at the sight of the projectiles, "No way, you're ripping off a movie?"
Youko chuckled, "It's not a bad movie. Besides, it's a good experiment." The multi-barreled launch battery clunked as the projectiles were locked in place and magnetic accelerators began to spin, superconducting elements beginning to glow white-hot; a glow that was being matched by the sharp-angled sigil appearing on the bridge superstructure, "Should I contact them?"
Yuzuki shrugged, "Go ahead, I've already got their fleet movements and the location of their primary naval base. It's Pearl Harbor of course."
Youko smiled, amused, as the battery shifted its firing angle, "Of course." With a series of loud thuds, the electro-magnetic mortar battery fired, and she rolled her shoulders, "Hope there isn't an Arizona moored there."
Yuzuki snorted, suppressing a laugh, "Now that's just morbid!"
On board the Benjamin Franklin, no-one was laughing, they were too busy panicking and trying to force the ship to turn as the spinning projectiles streaked across the sky towards them as Admiral Stevens watched the two women on the deck of the ship.
And then a female voice sounded over the speakers, "Testing. One. Two. Three. Can you hear me?" Stevens made a motion to not respond as the voice continued, "Doesn't matter. I have a message to give to your masters, so it's best to give it to them directly. But this? This battle? It was barely a warm-up."
Stevens rose from his seat, about to shout out a reply, but whatever he was going to say died on his lips as one of the incoming shells smashed through the armored shutters and into the bridge, slamming into him.
Outside, Youko and Yuzuki watched as the rest of the shells embedded themselves into the flight deck and other portions of the ship, including several into the bridge superstructure, and Yuzuki turned to Youko, "So, what did you put in as a warhead?"
The bridge projectile slammed home its detonator hammer, setting off the warhead and engulfing the bridge in a black sphere of annihilating energy as Youko turned away, more spheres tearing apart the ship as she transformed the turret back.
"20 grams of Thanatonium."
Yuzuki watched as Youko melted into liquid metal, grimacing as she sensed through her link the sensations of disgust, shame, and satisfaction that the original felt towards what she had coordinated. Still.
"Not bad work." Yuzuki melted into the hull as the Benjamin Franklin broke apart behind them, cracking open as the weakened ship tore itself apart, ignoring the ocean waves littered with sinking hulks.
Slowly, a Fog began to build around the ship as it sailed south.
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Hmmm, nice use of the munitions from Battleship. As silly as that movie was the alien weapons were pretty cool looking. Though I will say that that particular weapon system is likely to be much more useful when used as a method of sending out boarding drones instead. Or at least not using up your precious Thanatonium on a method that is about as accurate as a shotgun. Alternatively they could have used simple shaped charges to launch a molten rod of copper through the hull of the ship and pepper the surrounding area with shrapnel. After all, at this point in the game it is likely a much better idea to capture tech if nothing else than to get a good baseline for when you hack every education institution ever for technical data.
ChaosTheVoid
Beyond the Outer Gates
For a moment there she was going to recreate the Transformers 2 long range battleship rail gun and fire on Pearl harbour.
Darik29
Verified Delicious
Yes. All my yes.
Also, anyone else notice how Yamato was ordered to defend the entire Pacific from land, sea, and Orbital assault?
Methinks Fog gunna be fighting some serious enemies, soon.
Also, possibility of manufacturing new ships and Union Cores. Is this a thing a Supreme Flagship can do?
Also, anyone else notice how Yamato was ordered to defend the entire Pacific from land, sea, and Orbital assault?
Methinks Fog gunna be fighting some serious enemies, soon.
Also, possibility of manufacturing new ships and Union Cores. Is this a thing a Supreme Flagship can do?
Yes Yes Yes! More Arpeggio stuff!
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
So which of the two mental models gets to attend Ashford Academy?
And which new MMO was it? No wait... let me guess: World of Warships?
And which new MMO was it? No wait... let me guess: World of Warships?
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ecs05norway
Zenryoku Zenkai!
FLASH TRAFFIC
FM: CINCFOGFLEET
TO: ECS05NORWAY
RE: MISSION ASSIGNMENT
ATTENTION TO ORDERS
UNIT ECS05NORWAY IS TO IMMEDIATELY AND HENCEFORTH UNDERTAKE MONITORING OF FANFICTION THREAD "RISING SUN".
ALL STORY POSTS ARE SUBJECT TO MAXIMUM LIKEBOMB DEPLOYMENT AT OPERATOR'S DISCRETION.
MISSION DURATION: UNTIL COMPLETION OF STORY.
OMAKE DEPLOYMENT PERMITTED AT OPERATOR'S DISCRETION.
MESSAGE ENDS.
FM: CINCFOGFLEET
TO: ECS05NORWAY
RE: MISSION ASSIGNMENT
ATTENTION TO ORDERS
UNIT ECS05NORWAY IS TO IMMEDIATELY AND HENCEFORTH UNDERTAKE MONITORING OF FANFICTION THREAD "RISING SUN".
ALL STORY POSTS ARE SUBJECT TO MAXIMUM LIKEBOMB DEPLOYMENT AT OPERATOR'S DISCRETION.
MISSION DURATION: UNTIL COMPLETION OF STORY.
OMAKE DEPLOYMENT PERMITTED AT OPERATOR'S DISCRETION.
MESSAGE ENDS.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
You know, it only now just occurred to me that the order to blockade CGverse Japan means that the entirety Code Geass cast who are already there whenever this takes place are now stuck in there while whatever part of the cast are not there are now locked out (unless the third order does not extend to non-Britannian stuff, see below).
Also, the order for the destruction of all Britannian shipping "of any form" (ie: without any geographic limitations) is basically going to ultimately leave the entire empire to be picked to pieces by its enemies. And does the third order only cover Britannian assets or also those of the Chinese, Europeans, the going-to-eventually-regain-independence Japan, and so-on?
Also, the order for the destruction of all Britannian shipping "of any form" (ie: without any geographic limitations) is basically going to ultimately leave the entire empire to be picked to pieces by its enemies. And does the third order only cover Britannian assets or also those of the Chinese, Europeans, the going-to-eventually-regain-independence Japan, and so-on?
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- Location
- Brazil
Theres also the fact that Jap.. ahem Arean 11 is the world main suplier of Sakuradite, it will collapse not only Britannian economy but at the least damage the other world powers (prices will go up even if no one panics). Depending on the date also it means all the Brits are now isolated without reinforcements in an hostile country .
By the message it means the SI will blockade the other nations assets on the pacific too (otherwise China would just invade like they did in the show again, making pointless to just stop Brits vessels,ir needs to be a blockade of everyone on the pacific),tought it may mean no Guren (tought the resistance is already producing Burais the Lancelot will be uncontested).
By the message it means the SI will blockade the other nations assets on the pacific too (otherwise China would just invade like they did in the show again, making pointless to just stop Brits vessels,ir needs to be a blockade of everyone on the pacific),tought it may mean no Guren (tought the resistance is already producing Burais the Lancelot will be uncontested).
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Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
- Location
- Bedroom
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This is going to be such a head ache for Britannia. The 11s are also going to be confused about this odd ship going around and killing off all the Britannian ships.
Is it possible to make more Fog ships?
Is it possible to make more Fog ships?
Gideon020
Really in the mood for ribs.
As Supreme Flagship with a Nanomaterial Generator and authorisation from the Admiralty Code itself, the statistical chances are yes. And the process will be like how Kongou made the Ise, by 3D printing them out of nanomaterial.
Just not immediately.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
Of course, there is one thing that the Fog will have to worry about here that they did not in the Arpeggioverse: FLEIJA.
The Fog actually have point defense worth a damn.
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