Extinction Part 2

(Due to complications here is part 2 of Extinction. I recommend reading part one first.)

As the minutes ticked by, H. stood at the deck of his ship, Bloodfallen, eyes fixed on the incoming choppers and ships that were docking with the fleet. The atmosphere was tense and electric, as though everyone had been holding their breath for this very moment. H. surveyed the area and spotted the two leaders of the biggest drug cartel in the hemisphere – their presence adding fuel to the fire of his determination.

With steely resolve, H. brought the communication channel to life and gave the order in a clear, unwavering voice, “Start operation: Channel of Drugs.” Like a switch had been flipped, every crew member and soldier standing on the deck of the ships snapped into action, masking their emotions with a stony, unflappable facade. This mission was no ordinary feat, and they knew it. They were about to embark on a journey that was reserved only for the brave and the reckless.

As the crew took their positions, soldiers lined the decks, ready and waiting for deployment orders. But H. had no intention of giving them that signal anytime soon. With an unwavering determination in his eyes, he knew that success in this operation all boiled down to one thing–the arrival of the weapon.

As H. patiently waited, his trusted scribe, Darklen, approached him alongside Mr. Zecfreyer. However, H.'s emotionless mask gave no indication of his inner thoughts. Observing H.'s left arm as it poised over the weapons button, Zecfreyer placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, signaling his approval. H. and Zecfreyer locked eyes before H. decisively pressed down on the button.

The resulting chaos was immediate. The entire fleet shuddered, as cannon after cannon emerged from their hidden storage bays. Each sleek, black design was preloaded with ballistae capable of inflicting serious damage. With expert precision, the guns were positioned at an 85% angle, all facing mid-point at the land. It was clear that H.'s intention was to unleash an all-out assault.

The gravity of the situation became clear as an evident worry crept into Darklen's voice.

"Are you going to be okay sir?"

But H., taking a deep breath, gazed at his two companions, their smirking faces giving him the resolve he needed.

"Yes," he replied, before bellowing into the comms. His voice carried across the 50-ship fleet,

"FIRE!"

In a deafening display, all 536 guns discharged their deadly power, unleashing a staggering 11,200 tons of destruction. The projectiles, each crafted from a combination of tungsten and uranium, were meticulously designed to ensure maximum impact. Some were even adorned with clinging bacteria, affording them an added level of deadly potency.

As each missile whistled through the air with incredible speed, it left a trail of cold air and ice in its wake. The projectiles soared higher and higher, gaining momentum with each passing moment until they reached their apex. In the moonlight, they shone briefly before plummeting down to earth.

The impact of each projectile was felt by those nearby, causing widespread chaos and devastation. Shrieks of terror and pain echoed through the air as each missile landed with incredible force, annihilating everything in its path. Houses and communities were destroyed, and the ground was transformed into a barren wasteland stained with death.

With each devastating impact, the reality of the situation set in, and people were forced to confront their own mortality. Each projectile was a harbinger of death, carrying with it the terrible power to end lives, destroy homes, and forever alter the landscape. The weight of this destructive force was felt across the nation, a stark reminder of the devastating power of technological advancement.

As the shields held strong, no sounds of destruction or death permeated through the barrier. The only noises audible were the soft flapping of bird wings and the dwindling gasps of each individual present. Despite their nerves, the two leaders of the cartel remained uncertain of what was happening around them.

Zecfreyer asked hesitantly, "Are we sure it worked?"

Scribe Darklen responded, his face betraying slight doubt, "It's difficult to discern anything without sound or any visibility through the darkness. However..."

H. raised a small device, its green strobe blinking so rapidly it appeared as a solid beam of light. "This is a code I programmed into one of the projectiles–it alerts me as to–"

The blink suddenly changed to blue, then ceased entirely.

"So...?" Zecfreyer prodded for more information.

"As I was saying, this signifies that the projectiles hit their intended targets and the blue signals the beginning of phase 2," H. interjected.

Moving across the deck, H. picked up an earpiece from one of the communication officers and held it to his ear. With a clear voice, he began, "This is H."

"MEX, you are cleared for entrance. I repeat, MEX, you are cleared for entrance," rang H.’s voice through the earpiece. H. removed it from his ear, handed it back and switched on the broadcast to the fleet switch. He spoke into it with calm authority,

"All ships, ensure your anchors are secured to something powerful, and move as far away from the shield as possible. And as soon as you're clear, run your engines in full reverse."

With the instructions delivered, he switched the broadcast off and made his way to the main bridge.

Taking his seat in the captain's chair, H. didn't allow himself to relax. He knew what was at stake. As he began to read his book, 1001 Möglichkeiten, eine elende Seele zu töten by Shevit Maclores, chapter 398 caught his attention. The chapter was about an ancient ritual called Vascrat Korvenshut. As he read, he discovered that small knives were used to carve symbols on the organs to enhance the power of the ritual. However, the heart was left untouched as the victim needed to be alive during the process.

As H. immersed himself in his book, he was abruptly interrupted by a sudden commotion occurring on the deck. With swift and purposeful movements, H. rose from his seat and left his novel on the chair to investigate the source of the disturbance. A sense of excitement began to set in as he observed two prisoners being guarded on the deck. His attention then shifted to the water which was stirring and bubbling with an ominous energy.

"It's here," H.'s voice barely above a whisper, as he gazed intently at the water. Suddenly, the first part of a massive ship appeared, a single metal pole rising from the depths. And from the pole emerged a surreal sight - a colossal ship mostly made out of ice, resembling a formidable dreadnought. The ship surfaced in all its icy glory with the bow hovering 200 feet in the air. As it descended, water gushed around it, its ice glittering in the moonlight. The ship seemed to be moving around in the water, leaving small ice crystals in its wake.

On the deck of the ice ship, a man leaped out, landing a few feet from H. He towered at 6.1 feet with distinct features including three parallel scars cutting across his face. His red eyes, unsettling at first glance, were a result of a medical condition that causes blood to circulate in his eyes disrupting his vision. The man greeted H. with a joyful giggle, which ended maniacally as if he had a few screws loose in his head.

"Reporting for duty, Sir, Lord Avix is here to serve, HA!" The man looked ecstatic to be there, ready to engage in battle.

H. took a deep breath and turned to face Avix. "Avix, welcome to the front line with the Eisschiff-Materiezerstörer”

"Yes, sir. I have the remote control. Do you want me to send it in?" Avix asked, eagerly fulfilling his duties.

"Affirmative," H. said with a steely resolve. The moment had arrived, and it was time to face what happened next.

Swiftly making his way through the ship, with Avix closely following him as they journeyed towards the bridge. As they arrived, Avix hastily opened a case to reveal a remote control with only two settings - one was ominously labeled 'DESTROY' in bold, capital letters, and the other was 'EXTERMINATE'. After examining the remote, H. realized that there was no 'abort' button, leaving him with an overwhelming sense of pride. this may have been the first time Avix had listened to all of his orders and requests without going out on a tangent.

As the ice ship drew nearer to the shield, the power supply began to drop, soon waiting for the vessel to pass through. Once the ship penetrated the barrier, the shield flickered, causing rocks and boulders to move chaotically, a devastating sight if there ever was one. But nothing could compare to what was about to take place. The 400-foot ship finally managed to pass through the shield, and it immediately solidified again, making it nearly impossible to see inside, unless you were looking at the camera system situated on the bridge of the ice ship.

Avix could observe everything that was happening from his vantage point, as the ship beached itself and began to prepare to charge its massive antimatter core.

"We will be ready in 5 minutes, sir," Avix reported dutifully.

Avix observed H. though the bridges glass. As H. was standing in front of the two prisoners, a man and a woman. The man's piercing, dark green eyes stood out against his clean-shaven face, while his nose lacked symmetry due to a previous injury. In contrast, the woman was delicate and beautiful, with piercing golden eyes and a fair complexion devoid of any blemishes. H. felt a tinge of regret as he appraised her decent body, thinking it was such a waste that she wasn't in a different line of work.

The prisoners looked at H. expectantly, so he launched into a conversation.

“Shame, just a shame.”

The man dared to ask what H. was referring to when he mentioned "shame," to which H. replied with a scoff.

“Well you sir are nothing special, disposable even.”

However, the girl's fate was different; she had the potential for a better life with proper guidance and support. H. regretfully acknowledged that it was too late for her, and he could not spare her life.

As H. was observing the girl, he noticed a letter protruding from her dress. He quickly grabbed it, but the girl tried to stop him, to no avail. H. opened the letter and read it aloud to anyone present in the vicinity, including droids and Darklen.

The contents of the letter stated that the dead had been taken care of, with only one person escaping. The next objective on the agenda was to target the medical frigate mercilessly, causing the same amount of destruction as had been meted out to A poor girl located on said ship.

“What's the girl's name?”

H. glared at the girl through frustrated eyes, his impatience boiling over at her reluctance to reveal the name.

"Who's this girl that's been such a nuisance?" he growled, baring his teeth. The girl, her hair now clenched tightly between his fingers, hesitated.

"A…A bitch on my side, a no named girl." she stammered. H.'s grip on her hair tightened as he felt his temper flare. With a sudden, violent movement, he yanked her up onto her knees, pressing her face against the rough wooden planks beneath her. She screeched in pain as the impact rattled her teeth.

"Tell me the name! Now!" H. roared, his voice ringing out across the empty deck. His eyes were wild, and a wild grin appeared on his face as he saw the fear in the girl's eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then spat a glob of spittle directly at his face. It landed just under his left eye, and he growled with fury. But he still held onto her hair, his knuckles white with the effort.

Suddenly, H. produced a dagger from somewhere on his person and plunged it into her leg with a sickening squelch. she watched in horror as H. hit a button on the hilt of the blade, and a deafening crackle filled the air as electricity surged into the girl's body. She cried out in agony as the electric current burned through her nerves, and H. felt the charge transfer through her body and into his own.

"Oh, shut it," he spat as the girl continued to scream. "It's only 150 volts. And I'm making sure you're still alive, you little bitch."

H. waited for a moment for the girl's cries to subside back into whimpering sobs before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "Now," he snarled at her, his eyes blazing with fury. "Tell me who it was, or I'll double the voltage."

The girl gasped in pain, but before she could even open her mouth, H. had moved his powerful hands to her throat and squeezed. She struggled for a moment, her face turning a deep shade of red, before he released her and took a step back.

“Her name… was… Y…Yui Ster…Sterzen.”

With a final, furious look at the girl, H. let out a blood-curdling screech. "AVIX, EXTERMINATE" he cried out.

As the group looked around, puzzled by the lack of any action, the woman began to giggle. Her laughter was loud and mocking, and it worried many who were up on the deck. Suddenly, she looked up to see the man and his shield, which was pure white. As she gazed at it, her expression shifted, trying to take in every detail.

Without warning, the man let out a deep, terrifying laugh that echoed through the room. Even the droids took a step back, as if sensing his intense power. His voice was cold and unwavering, and when he spoke, there was a sense of absolute conviction in his words.

"You've discovered my commitment to protecting my family and my people. There is nothing I wouldn't do to maintain their safety. When the Brazilian Catrops killed members of my Schech battalion, I knew I had to act decisively. I decimated all 500 of the Catrops, burning their fields and mercilessly slaughtering them. When the Turkish military turned on its own nation and took out several members of the Imperium, I was quick to exact revenge. All those in command fell at my feet. I'll keep killing until only my people remain; the life of the Imperium is infinitely more important than your pitiful existence, and if I had taken your life earlier, my Yui would still be here. I'll do whatever it takes and ensure your blood covers my deck. I'll make sure the Imperium survives, even if it means watching feeble people burn. But let me make this clear: I'm not heartless. I allowed the Mexican civilians to escape unscathed. But that's where my mercy ends. You will die, but first, the entire fleet must witness the consequence of those who kill my people."

The man's message was clear: he was willing to do whatever it takes to keep his people and family, even if it meant killing off entire populations. He had no remorse for his actions and saw them as a necessary sacrifice for the greater good.

Behind the man suddenly the shield generators behind him failed, and the shield collapsed into nothingness. A massive shockwave erupted from the source, impacting everything in its path. Everyone knew that this man was not to be trifled with and that his power knew no bounds.

H. turned his back to the girl, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look, look at what is left of your cartel." The girl's eyes widened as she gazed out at the wreckage before her. The ocean seemed to take a few seconds to comprehend what was happening before it crashed into the gaping hole as it realized there was no land mass there. The ships pitched forward, tilting precariously as they fought to stay in their anchored spots.

As the waves tossed about, one of the smaller frigates suffered with its propeller completely out of the water. The ship bobbed helplessly, and the girl watched in horror as she realized that nothing had survived the destruction. She looked down in fear only to see blood flowing on the deck in front of her, prompting her to turn and face the gruesome scene. Her friend lay next to her, now little more than a skeleton, with a blood-soaked hand protruding from his neck and thick fingers still holding on to the bone. The girl's eyes followed the origin of the hand, eventually landing on a droid that stood nearby.

The girl's screams echoed across the water and the land, a primal cry of grief and terror. She turned back to H. thinking there was nothing left of her cartel, her friends, or her life. She was thinking this for a moment longer before everything went black.

After several hours, H. traverses through the colossal vessel known as The Distain, Lust & Power. Observing the fading presence of both the Sycamore and Imperium fleets, he feels a somber weight bearing down on him. However, there is little time to mourn their absence as he watches as the city ships bridge the vast expanse that separates the now 2 halves of Mexico.

With that H. retires to his sleeping quarters, trusting his wife with the enormous responsibility of bringing the United Nations to order, a daunting, yet essential task for the aftermath if this operation. As he lays in his bed, H.'s mind races with thoughts and emotions, he feels both pride for his wife's strength and abilities and a strange feeling about the outcome of the meeting. The only thing he can do now is get ready to head to the arctic with the ship.

4 days later

Lady Cee found herself in a precarious situation as she walked down the seemingly endless corridor of the private ILMDPUN, also known as the Imperiums Land Mass Defense Platform for the United Nations. This facility was donated to the UN, so that they could carry out meetings and negotiations in neutral territory, without having to give preference to any particular nation. However, in the wake of her husband's recent operation, Lady Cee was here as a representative of her country, determined to put an end to the long-winded arguments and debates that had engulfed the United Nations for several days.

As Lady Cee swiftly traversed the busy main gardens of the well-guarded palace complex, she was followed closely by four droids - two HPD's and two FDD's - ensuring her safety, while also communicating with the various other droids stationed on the platform. Her colleagues and guards were also on high alert, watching out for any potential threats that might arise. However, as she approached the imposing doors of the meeting hall, it was clear that the real danger was already inside.

Upon entering the meeting hall, Lady Cee was greeted with chaos. All the representatives from different nations were shouting over each other, trying to make their voices heard. It was obvious that there was little chance of any meaningful discussion taking place in this atmosphere.

Determined to take charge of the situation, Lady Cee signaled to her security detail, who immediately drew their weapons. The droids, circling the room, did the same - their heated plasma shots striking the roof with a deafening boom and sending sparks flying in every direction. The occupants of the hall turned towards the doors, watching as Lady Cee calmly descended the staircase and made her way to her seat in the UNDF section, under the watchful gaze of the UN Director.

The room immediately fell silent, as all eyes turned to Lady Cee. She pulled out a stack of documents and letters addressed to the whole of the United nation council, with a clear intention of putting the issue of the operation that transpired a few days ago in. It was clear that she meant business, and that she would not allow the pettiness and bickering of the other representatives to stand in the way of progress.

With Lady Cee in control of the situation, the meeting was finally able to proceed in a meaningful and constructive manner.

The droids stood poised and attentive, their guns holstered and their metallic forms gleaming in the dim light. The droid on the left remained upright, while his partner leaned down to whisper to the lady before rising to stand beside him again. Without a word, they signaled to the other droids stationed around the room, and the atmosphere quieted down.

Clearing his throat, the droid on the left began to speak, his voice a deep and commanding monotone that filled the room.

"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. The United Nations Defence Forces have dispatched their secondary commander to address you today regarding the recent operation that took place a few days ago."

The members of the audience quickly fixed their eyes on the droid as he introduced himself and his companions.

"I am FDD no.1, also known as DR. Bloodkeeper. To my immediate left is Lady Cathlin Imperium, the illustrious Dragonus Empress herself. Beside her stands Lord Darklen the, the scribe to our lord H. Imperium. Next to him is Lady EWIX of the ICCD, and finally, our last human companion – Lord Axivx, brother of the renowned Lord Avix. And last but not least, we have HPD No.1, Alaniaa."

With each introduction, the droid indicated his companions with precision, his metallic frame reflecting the light cast by the room's natural glow. It was clear that these were not just any droids – they were a part of a high-level group of individuals who had come to address the gathering. The room grew quiet once again.

After the droid concluded their speech, Lady Cee rose from her seat and addressed the assembly of the United Nations. She began by drawing attention to a distress call that had been neglected by member states, prompting the Imperium Corporation to extend aid to the affected member nation. With the deployment of both the Imperium Fleet and the Sycamore Fleet, the threat was neutralized, not just for the nation in question but for the entire world.

Lady Cee then announced that she had received several letters from her team, attesting to the legitimacy and urgency of their intervention, as well as a series of requests for improvements to be made to specific sectors that needed attention. Her remarks were met with keen interest, as member nations leaned forward to receive the forthcoming revelations.

The first letter read was from Lady Cee herself, and it initially made many people in the audience uncomfortable. The name itself implied a controversial stance, and there were even attempts by some to prevent its reading. However, the urgency of the matter was palpable, and even the droids who stood sentinel around the hall had to intervene when their presence was required.

Lady EWIX began reading the stirring document, which described an appalling act of genocide that had been committed. But what worries them was the fact that it was already reviewed by the UN director.

The justification of wiping out 200,000 lives

Dear esteemed members of the Central UN Council,

I am writing to provide a comprehensive justification for the decision to wipe out almost 200,000 cartel lives from the face of the planet. Let me begin by stating that this decision was not taken lightly and was a result of a few people speaking in general about keeping our world clean and continuing to turn.

The cartels are notorious for their involvement in drug trafficking, organized crime, human trafficking, and violence. They operate in a highly secretive and sophisticated environment, using their vast network of resources to undermine the rule of law, destabilize governments, and perpetrate unimaginable atrocities.

Their activities are not only detrimental to the safety and security of the citizens of the countries they operate in but also to the international community at large. The drugs they trafic fuel addiction, overdose, and the spread of deadly diseases, while their involvement in human trafficking leaves countless individuals vulnerable to exploitation, abuse, and even death.

The violence they perpetrate is often indiscriminate and brutal, leaving entire communities devastated and traumatized. The cartels also pose a significant threat to the stability and security of the countries they operate in, and their activities can have a ripple effect throughout the region, leading to political unrest, increased crime, and economic collapse.

Given the severe threat posed by the cartels, it is incumbent upon us to take decisive action to protect the safety and security of our citizens and partners. Wiping out almost 200,000 cartel lives is an important step towards achieving this objective.

By dismantling the cartels, we will be removing a significant source of instability and violence from the region, thereby allowing for the establishment of the rule of law, the promotion of economic growth, and the protection of human rights.

We are convinced that this decision will make the world a safer and more secure place for all, and we urge our international partners to support us in this critical endeavor.

Thank you for your attention, and we look forward to continuing our efforts to promote peace, security, and stability across the globe.

Sincerely,

[Lady Cathlin Imperium]

[The Dragonus Empress]

[read by the UN Director prior to meeting]

Upon initial review of the first letter, many nations found justification for the decision made, yet the fact that Mexico also approved of it raised concerns over its implementation. Despite attempts to rationalize the decision, the reality is that nearly if not more than 200,000 people were killed. Lady Cee brought to light that in the grand scheme of wars, this number is a small price compared to the millions of lives lost. This realization left the members with little to argue and they proceeded with the next speaker, Scribe Darklen.

Being present at the initial planning meeting, Scribe Darklen, head scribe for the lord imperium, summarized the key points discussed. He had a comprehensive report of over 5,000 pages with detailed clauses which anyone could read later, but he would provide a digest.

"To put it simply, we talked about what we were going to do before we attacked. The plan was thought out and made with a purpose. Now here is the shortest summary for that document" Mr. Darklen began his reading.

The meeting discussed the joint capabilities of the Imperium and Sycamore fleets in an operation to reflect the findings of their research. This included plans to rebuild vehicle production yards, relocate electronics production factories and oil plants, update medical instruments, and extract valuable gems and precious metals. The corporation also plans to clear land for other companies, giving priority to those with larger landholdings and potentially forcing those without to relocate. However, the corporation has pledged to continue paying employees during any disruptions caused by these changes.

After completing his task, he sat down and fell asleep almost immediately. Lady EWIX spoke on his behalf and apologized for his behavior, explaining that he had not slept in the past 7 days since the operation began. The member nations then spent the following 40 minutes discussing various summaries and sections of the meeting. In addition, they remarked on the document being lengthy and thick, consisting of 5,000 pages. Such dedication and effort demonstrated their commitment to resolving the issues at hand.

Shortly after, Lady Cee took the floor and discussed further points related to evacuation and medical assistance. The medical teams consisted of UN members who had willingly volunteered to put their lives on the line, rising to the occasion to save not only humans but also animals and plants.

A unanimous vote was taken to retain all those who had bravely taken part, refusing to fire anyone who had risked their lives for this cause. With only 5 nays, the vote passed overwhelmingly. The next topic of discussion was an old document but was reread for the sake of reminding everyone of the contents. Lord Axivx was tasked with reading it aloud.

city Chips: Revolutionizing the Future of Living on Water

Introduction

With the world's population constantly increasing and the land becoming scarcer, the idea of living on water has become more promising. City chips, also known as floating cities, have emerged as a solution to this problem. A city chip is essentially a massive ship that can house millions of people at once and moves on water using renewable energy. In this document, we will discuss the uses of city chips and how they can be a sustainable solution for the future.

Features of City Chips:

A city chip is a self-sustaining ship that has a unique set of characteristics. These are:

High Capacity: City chips can accommodate about 500,000 to 1 million people on average. They have everything that a regular city would have, including hospitals, schools, parks, shopping centers, and offices.

Renewable Energy: The massive engine that powers the city chip runs on renewable water energy. This sustainable energy source reduces the carbon emissions released into the atmosphere, making the city chip environmentally friendly.

Floating Structure: City chips are designed to float on the sea, and their construction follows strict marine guidelines to ensure their safety in harsh weather conditions.

Top-Deck City: The city is located on the top deck so that residents can enjoy a constant view of the sea. It's designed to be a self-sufficient city, where everything is available, and the residents can live and work without leaving the ship.

Uses of City Chips:

City Chips can be used for various purposes, including but not limited to the following:

Providing Affordable Housing: City chips can provide affordable housing options to people who are unable to afford apartments or houses on land. It can also provide temporary housing solutions to people who have lost their homes due to natural disasters or wars.

Promoting Tourism: City chips can be used as a tourist destination, providing unique experiences to travelers who want to explore the seas.

Offering a Sustainable Solution: City chips can serve as a sustainable solution to the land scarcity issue, providing a platform for people to live and work on the water.

Disaster Relief: City chips can also be used to provide disaster relief during natural calamities or severe weather conditions.

City chips are a new and innovative way to deal with the land scarcity issue while providing sustainable living options to people. The features of city chips make them an attractive and practical solution for the future. With proper planning and execution, city chips can change the way we live and work, and provide us with an exciting and sustainable lifestyle.

Sincerely,

[Lady Lisiterin Stervinix Imperium]

[madam secretary to the IMB]

After Lord Axivx had finished his task, he promptly sat down and retrieved another document to peruse. He cleared his throat before announcing.

"The upcoming document concerns compensation towards the nation in question."

His voice commanded the attention of those present.

City ships are massive floating structures that can sustain populations of up to half a million or even a million people. They are designed to be entirely self-sufficient, boasting a water engine that converts the ocean's currents and waves into clean energy. Additionally, they recycle waste and use vertical farms and greenhouses to provide fresh produce. City ships have distinct advantages over traditional urban communities since they require no land and put less pressure on natural resources. It's worth mentioning that six city ships were loaned to Mexico after the destruction of about 40% of there nation to be used at their discretion.

Sincerely,

[Head Researcher. Zecfreyer Armonia Lenfield]

[Reasercher for the IAAPS]

[Imperium Australian Aquadic Private Shipyards]

After the reading, two representatives from different nations stood up simultaneously and voiced their concern. "Why are you giving them six ships for free, when we have to pay $5 billion for each ship we acquire?" The group's looks towards the two individuals made it clear that their question was not appreciated.

Lady Cee, taking charge of the situation, addressed the two representatives firmly. "When your nation loses more than 30% of its landmass due to an accident or operation, we will provide you with a ship. Until then, you must purchase them yourselves. Do not argue with me on this matter."

She then went on to explain that the recent disaster had led to a new policy. The group desired the approval and commands of those present to place safety measures aboard all ships, including those owned by private fleets. The aim is to prevent the catalyst that started this operation from happening again and ensure that measures are in place to safeguard against them in the future.

The United Nations representative members nodded in agreement. The group continued with the remaining portion of the agenda and read through a letter proposing a plan to improve the flow of cargo and provide better protection of transported goods. At the same time, this plan aims to minimize the involvement of military forces.

Lord Darklen, standing up, addressed the representatives behind and in front of him. He stretched his back, causing it to pop and crack. His voice, though old and creaky, still carried an intense power. He spoke passionately about the importance of the proposal and how it would benefit the entire community in numerous ways.

Warship Cannons on Cargo Ship: Strategic Reasoning

Introduction

The use of battleship class cannons on a cargo ship may seem unconventional, but it has potential benefits. In this document, we will explore the advantages and logistics of utilizing these cannons on cargo ships. Additionally, we will also discuss how a convoy of cargo and medical ships would be better protected with a cargo ship armed with battleship class cannons than with a fleet of traditional war ships.

Benefits of Battleship Class Cannons on Cargo Ships:

The primary advantage of arming cargo ships with battleship class cannons is the increased firepower it brings to the convoy. This makes it less vulnerable to attacks from sea or air by both conventional military and pirates. Additionally, it provides a layer of defense that traditional warships may not be able to provide.

Utilizing battleship class cannons on cargo ships also ensures that a convoy can protect itself without relying on outside resources, such as naval support. Warships are often preoccupied with protecting larger areas and may not be available to protect convoys.

Furthermore, since cargo ships are slower than warships, the firepower from battleship class cannons allows them to defend themselves without engaging in a chase or escaping an attack. This makes the convoy less predictable and harder to target.

Logistics of Battleship Class Cannons on Cargo Ships:

One of the primary challenges in bringing battleship class cannons on cargo ships is the size and weight of the cannons. These cannons can weigh several tons and require a significant amount of space to be installed. The size and weight make it important to balance the added firepower with the added weight and space requirements.

Additionally, cargo ships carrying battleship class cannons would require specialized crews to operate and maintain them. These crews would need proper training and equipment to ensure safe operation and maintenance of the cannons.

Furthermore, arming cargo ships with battleship class cannons would require a significant investment in infrastructure and equipment to retrofit these ships. It may take months or even years to complete the necessary modifications to ensure that these weapons can be safely and efficiently utilized on cargo ships.

Protection of Cargo and Medical Ships:

Arming cargo ships with battleship class cannons would provide a layer of defense that traditional warships alone cannot provide. Cargo ships can be equipped with more extensive and more advanced anti-aircraft and anti-submarine defenses, and they would also have the firepower to deter potential attackers.

Furthermore, the battleship class cannons give cargo ships the ability to take on a variety of roles in a convoy. For example, the cargo ship equipped with a battleship class cannon could act as a central command unit and provide radar coverage for the convoy. It could also monitor the movement of other vessels and provide supplementary air and sea sensors.

Overall, a convoy with cargo ships armed with battleship class cannons would be more efficient and better protected than a fleet of traditional warships alone. These armed cargo ships could provide the necessary firepower and act as the backbone of a convoy's protection.

In conclusion, while the use of battleship class cannons on cargo ships is unconventional, it has significant potential advantages. Arming cargo ships with these powerful weapons can add an extra layer of protection to a convoy and improve its efficiency. Additionally, it can allow convoys to operate without relying on outside support from traditional warships.

While there are challenges to retrofitting cargo ships with battleship class cannons, the benefits they provide make it a worthwhile investment. By having an armed cargo ship as the backbone of a convoy's protection, a convoy can navigate rough seas and potential attackers with the necessary defenses.

Sincerely,

[Head Weapons crasftsmen: Avix Crastoben of IWPF W-BWD]

[Imperium Wepons Production Factory, Water-Based Wepons Department]

Once Darklen had finished speaking, the room erupted into a cacophony of noise and arguments. Each person was expressing their displeasure with the idea presented, as well as their disdain for the person who had written the letter.

"You fools don't you know…" one person started, interrupted by another voice yelling, "Are you all fools?"

"Why would you ask that… monster to write a letter?" another person questioned.

"Now, now, Poland calling him a monster is a little… What's the word?" someone else chimed in.

"Heavy," a final voice added.

The former added. "Too Light of a word. He should be dead, you know…"

But just as the arguments were reaching a fever pitch, the Lady's hand struck the podium in front of her, shattering the wood to splinters. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "SHUT THE BLOODY FUCKING HELL UP YOU BASTARDS!"

The room grew deadly quiet as the Lady continued to rant and yell at the people, hurling deplorable names and vulgar words. She turned redder and redder by the second, her eyes filled with murderous rage. After almost fifteen minutes, her rant finally came to a halt, leaving her absolutely livid.

"You will listen to me, you fucks. We gave Avix a second chance, and it was not his choice to work for those scientists. Now, not only is he using his mind for good, but he is trying to improve. We even put him in charge of the IWPF W-BWD; that's how much he has shown trust in our people. So who do you think is better? Us or you… you deplorable shitstains?"

After completing talking, she sat down, breathing heavily. As a representative of her nation, she began to converse with her colleagues, all of them undoubtedly surprised by her outburst.

As Germany looked around, taking in each of their faces, he realized that action needed to be taken. So Germany stood up, determined to end the debacle. As he approached the Imperium representatives, their eyes flashed with anger and hostility. However, he pulled out a small dagger from his pocket that acted both as a key and had multiple purposes. Each individual had to perform a ritual to show they forgave any insults which had been made towards their fellow colleagues. This law was placed in during a almost breakage of the U.N. that could have begun WWIII back in 2034.

Germany lifted the sharp blade to his thumb and with a deft and precise cut, severed it from his hand. He placed the detached digit on the smooth surface of the nearby table. The painful sacrifice was necessary to show he was truly sorry on behalf of the representatives. He then shifted the blade into his other hand before dragging it across his arm in a deep and deliberate slice. The sharp pain of the blade quickly gave way to a dull burn as he used the point to carve a word into his skin, cementing his apology.

Lady Cee quickly intervened, grabbing the dagger from Germany and tossing it away. The room fell eerily silent as Germany panted and gasped in excruciating pain. He turned to Lady Cee and begged for her forgiveness, not only for himself, but for all of the representatives in the room.

Suddenly, Lady Cee’s expression transformed into horror as she stared past Germany. Poland followed in his footsteps, gripping the dagger tightly and severing his thumb as well. The other representatives were quick to follow suit, each cutting off their own thumbs and calling for forgiveness. The Imperium representatives could only look on in confusion as the bizarre spectacle unfolded before them.

The Director in Chief for the U.N. finally stood up and made his way towards Germany.

As he began to speak, his voice echoed with both pain and pride, but also with a glimmer of happiness. "I know that this was unnecessary," he said, addressing the audience. "But I don't believe that you did this just for Avix. I think that you were afraid that when moving forward in reading the letters it would trigger your anger, and so this is just a precaution."

He paused for a moment, surveying the room. Representatives from various nations nodded in agreement. "I must say that in all my years of attending United Nations meetings, which total 32 years, of the total 106 years, I have never seen anyone show as much devotion to such a massive change as I see now."

The Chief and the Imperium representatives were left stunned by the statement that Germany gave next.

"We wish to prevent another world war."

Germany then turned to the rest of the audience who nodded in agreement.

For a moment, the room remained silent. Then, unexpectedly, Russia spoke up, "After the coup d'état in Russia, back in 2025, we regained our freedom. But above all, we saw how our war changed not just our own country, but also the surrounding countries. In terms of who we would fight, it would be those above versus those below - those who follow the law versus the criminals. We wish to prevent this war."

Lady Cee, standing up with two papers in her hand, added to the conversation. "I would like Germany to read one of these papers and Russia to read the other. Both of them talk about the same thing, from two different perspectives, and they tie in with Avix's letter. Please read them to the people here."

The UN representative handed the first paper to Russia, who began skimming it before looking over at Germany. After a nod of agreement, Russia began to read.

To the esteemed members of the United Nations,

I write to you as an independent force, recommending the Imperium Sycamore Fleet to be used as a Keeper Fleet to keep the criminal underworld in check.

The Imperium Sycamore Fleet is an exemplary fleet that has shown great discipline, organization and skill in keeping the peace in various parts of the planet. They are a force to be reckoned with and can handle any challenge thrown their way.

The criminal underworld is a major issue that affects every corner of the globe. It is a breeding ground for violence, drugs, and human trafficking, among other crimes. If left unchecked, it can destabilize entire regions and cause great harm to innocent people. It is, therefore, imperative that an effective solution is found to keep this threat under control.

The Imperium Sycamore Fleet is well-equipped with the latest technology and weapons to handle any threat. They are also trained to operate in areas of extreme danger and can take swift action when necessary. Their presence alone will act as a deterrent to would-be criminals, making it more difficult for them to carry out their nefarious activities.

Furthermore, the Imperium Sycamore Fleet has a proven track record of working hand in hand with local law enforcement agencies. They have established relationships with various governments and have been instrumental in bringing down various criminal organizations. Their experience and expertise will be invaluable in supporting local efforts to curb the criminal underworld.

In conclusion, I urge the United Nations to seriously consider using the Imperium Sycamore Fleet as a Keeper Fleet to keep the criminal underworld in check. Their presence will go a long way in promoting peace and security in areas that are plagued by crime. Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,

[Sifen Len Sermein leader of the Port Sycamore]

Then Germany took to reading his.

Dear United Nations,

I am writing this letter as a proposal on behalf of the private force of the Sycamore Fleet. We propose to take control of all criminal underworld-related matters and establish our own government to ensure that law and order prevail in society.

We understand that criminal activities have been a persistent issue worldwide, and despite various measures, it is still a significant concern. The criminals operate with impunity, and their actions affect the general public, resulting in loss of life, property, and other assets.

To address this issue, we propose to establish a new law enforcement agency that will be responsible for identifying, tracking, and neutralizing criminal activities. We believe that a dedicated private force with the skills and expertise necessary to combat criminal activities is better suited to handle this matter.

Our team consists of highly trained personnel with military and law enforcement backgrounds and years of experience in handling complex and high-pressure situations. We are willing to offer our services to the United Nations and work in collaboration with other agencies to eradicate criminal activities.

Our proposed government will have strict rules and regulations that the criminal underworld must follow. Failure to comply with these rules will result in severe consequences, including the death penalty. We understand that our approach may seem harsh, but we believe that it is necessary to maintain a crime-free society.

We hope that the United Nations will consider our proposal seriously and work with us towards bringing an end to criminal activities worldwide. We look forward to hearing back from you soon.

Sincerely,

[Gutwringer, the bloodied]

[commander of Port Sycamore security]

Once Germany had finished reading the letter, the chief called for a vote from all countries. Unanimously, all three proposals were accepted, but with minor modifications. Germany suggested that each seaside country would be able to give use of one port to Sycamore for control of their fleets to rest and trade their cargo at half price. This proposal had everyone's approval, and they started planning.

Russia proposed that anyone with shipbuilding capabilities should send their people to the Imperium to be trained, and no longer build ships in their ports. Although everyone agreed except for China, who stood up to explain that they were already exempt because the Imperium loved quality above anything else. They bought many city ships that docked in their harbors or lakes, and they used them as housing for factory workers. This helped maintain quality control, and their shipped-out products were better than those of the USA. China also proposed that each nation should consider buying a city ship. If they lack funds then triad time and manpower as a type of lease like they did.

All of the proposals were accepted, and the previous argument was forgotten. Thumbs were thrown away, and their injuries were wrapped. The representatives of Ukraine, Russia, and Germany left with the Imperium’s representatives on a chopper heading for the flagship of the Sycamore fleet. Rumor had it that the Imperium fleet would rendezvous with them there afterwards.

Epilogue.

The cold Arctic air cut through H. despite the warmth emanating from vibrations of the ship beneath his feet. While a lively party was taking place in the safety of the hangar bay behind him, H. was still frozen in his tracks. Hundreds of people were celebrating the success of recent operations, particularly the Channel of Drugs raid that took place two weeks earlier, and the U.N. meeting that followed just days later. The latter meeting resulted in H.'s second fleet, the Sycamore fleet, being placed in charge of the criminal underworld. After six days in the Arctic working tirelessly to hammer out details, H. had established a new government for the criminal underworld, with the proud Port of Sycamore serving as its headquarters.

The port was already a training ground for Imperium members, including future assassins, but it was also uniquely positioned on a massive coral reef, making it an ideal hideout for criminals. As such, the port was designed to be intentionally confusing, with hiding spots and minimal electronics. The most advanced equipment in the port was the underwater guard droids and the massive leviathan production yard situated underneath. Nevertheless, H. had no worries about the plans being set in motion; his job at the moment was to find some much-needed relaxation, though he found it difficult with his tense muscles. But as he stood corrected.

As H. felt the soothing touch of two hands working their way up his back, he surrendered the tense muscles, allowing the knots to release. Although his gaze couldn't penetrate behind him, the familiar sensation of delicate fingers told him who was behind him; someone who had performed this act of kindness countless times before. "That feels good, my dear," he remarked.

"Glad you like it," she replied, punctuating her statement with grunts as she attempted to work out the tough knots in his back. "You think it's worth it?" he asked.

"Worth what?" she inquired, confused.

"Our mission, my dear. The death, the destruction, the advancement. Do you believe that the human race deserves it? Or are they all just filth?" he elaborated.

"I believe that I don't care. All I care about is you. And since my opinions always matter to you, then no, the filthy human race doesn't deserve our gifts, and they only deserve our mercy as we crush their fragile bodies under our feet like pests," she ranted on without missing a beat while she continued to massage his back.

Amidst the soothing relief, H. posed another question, this one more thoughtful. "Do they all deserve it, all humans?"

She paused for a brief moment, still working at the same knot, before shifting her attention, working closer to his shoulders. "No, if anything, our people are more deserving than the rest of the human filth. Countries like Japan, Germany, Russia, Ukraine, and a few other smaller nations, all of them should deserve a second chance," she declared, clear and concise.

"Good, good," he affirmed. Before she could stop, he turned around and hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear, "I like that too."

With a wide smile, she hugged him back, happy knowing that she was able to provide him with comfort.

They stood embracing each other, taking comfort in the warmth of their bodies. Suddenly, H. noticed a group of people approaching. He reluctantly broke away from the embrace, turning his wife Cathlin to face the group. As they approached, he recognized each of them by name. First was Lord Shadow, followed by their son Dragon, who stood proudly next to his future wife Lady EWIX. Xailia was next in line, her eyes filled with excitement. H. noticed Russia with his arm wrapped around Ukraine, and felt a sense of happiness as they stood together. Germany and Japan completed the group, united in their purpose. Finally, H. noticed one of the HPD's droids, Alaniaa, accompanying them. The group of nine walked over to H. and Cathlin, each one holding an air of excitement and joy. H. couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support shown by his friends and family.

As the group of nine joined H. and Cathlin at the decks edge they formed a circle. Each one held and arm or threw there arms over each others shoulders each one looked out across the frozen landscape. EWIX was the first to break the silence.

“So, what now boss?”

H. looked at her and smiled.

“The future is just beginning, this world is here, but our place is in the stars. The Imperium will leave this planet and travel out of our own system.”

Lord shadow continued from there.

“My guess is this is where the 5 underships come into play.”

Lady EWIX smiled or atleast here eyes did her mask covedered her face.

“To prep we need to learn how to breathe in both the vacuum of space and in atmospheric conditions?”

“Yes my little parasite.”

As they were all talking about the future Cathlin, Xailia, and Alaniaa moved out of there way and more over to the edge all thee took a seat on the edge there feet dangling down off the edge of the massive deck. The fridge air is blowing around them.

Alaniaa was the first to speak, her voice echoing through the silent arctic. "My lady, what do we do now? Where do we go with this?" With a gentle hum, the towering droid swiveled her mechanical head to survey the frigid wasteland before them.

"Soon, old friend, soon. But for now, we must focus on the birth of a child - the first in this new order. We must rush to get everything ready."

As Xailia listened in, trying to follow their conversation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming awe. And when Cathlin turned to smile at her, Alaniaa followed - or, at least, tried to s a droid it was hard to smile. She was struck with a sudden realization of the immense responsibility that lay ahead.

"So what's going to happen now..." Xailia trailed off, her voice suddenly uncertain.

The two figures beside her interwoven their words, describing plans for the coming months. "We must start with the new UN meeting," Cathlin explained, "director and myself want to form a sub-meeting - one where the nations here will be in one building, and the imperium members in another. Each will never see each other again."

"The imperium needs to talk more about the future," Alaniaa added. "This means that operations for the planning of underships will be created."

Xailia listened with rapt attention, feeling both a sense of excitement and a mounting sense of dread. "What exactly are underships?" she ventured.

"Underships," Cathlin replied, "are the key to our survival. They're designed to lift entire nations out of the world - taking them far beyond the reach of any impending threats. The fleet is already completed, and now the four nations will create their own ships. The process starts with the creation of nanites, similar to those designed by Yui - they take their time and seal the shell of the ship. This shell is a massive area that covers not only the nation, but a generous amount of water as well."

"Underneath the ship," Alaniaa continued, "is where the magic happens. There, bacteria created by EWIX eats away at the rock, producing metal that's used to build the outer hull and corridors of the ship. Once the ship is done, engines are added by the nanites."

"And when all is said and done," Cathlin concluded, "the ship will launch into the night - leaving a massive gap in the land. It will bring the water level down, but it will be worth it. This is the future of our people, Xailia. And we need your child to be a part of it."

As Xailia and Cathlin were discussing the nanites, their conversation was momentarily interrupted by the arrival of H. He sat on the other side of Xailia and immediately curled his arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer.

"Don't delve too deep into it just yet," he cautioned. "We still need to learn to control the nanites before we can make any big moves."

Though he acknowledged the end goal, H. was realistic about the process.

"The nations we will be building around include Ukraine, Russia, Japan, Germany, and a few other smaller ones," H. continued, calming the unease that Xailia felt about the massive scale of the project.

"This place, the arctic, is being built into an undership." H. was confident in the plan and the scope of its ambitions, but Cathlin added a bit of levity to the conversation by clarifying that only half of the Imperium's hangers were located in the Arctic, while the other half were located in Australia.

Despite the potential unknowns and challenges that lay ahead, H. remained determined and optimistic. He took Xailia and Cathlin in closer and spoke soothingly.

"The future may be uncertain, especially with everything going on now. This is the start of something big, a shift in the world. People have tried and failed to bring us to the stars, but we of the Imperium will succeed. We have what they do not, we have the stars at our fingertips. All we need to do is let them go and let them grow and expand so that we may sail through them."

With his words ringing in their ears, Xailia felt invigorated and excited about the future.

Xailia inclined her head in agreement, and a movement behind H. caught her attention. Turning her gaze towards the sea, she spotted an unusual object peeking out of the water. From a distance, it appeared to be a dragon with red and purple spikes, resembling the legendary creature that Yui was fond of. As she observed it closely, she dismissed the possibility of such a mythical creature's existence.

Interrupting her thoughts, Cathlin filled the air with a soft, sweet melody that rendered H. to join her with his melodious voice. They both sang the verses.

"Long may we wait, for life may live. Long may we sail, for we are here. Come, come seek us all, for we are here for you. Come, seek us, for I am waiting. Come to me, my lovely daughter, I will always hold you true as the sea. Love of the day, we will always see you in the night. Our love is ours, we are here, I am yours, and you are mine.”

As the song ended, Xailia felt her eyelids droop, and tranquility enveloped her, lulling her to sleep.

Prequel

The atmosphere of the room was both tranquil and eerie, as darkness blanketed everything except for a pale tube located at the center. Within, a translucent gel enveloped the fragile form of a beautiful, fair-skinned woman, with only the light of the viscous, sickly yellow fluid providing illumination. Glimmering from beneath the surface of the gel, three piercing, glowing eyes could be seen from outside the tube.

Suddenly, a bony, elongated hand reached out to touch the tank, causing it to quiver before gently injecting a luminous green liquid into the gel, aimed at the sleeping woman. As the fluid soaked through her skin, she stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. An overhead light flickered, sending an eerie glow across the tank.

The surrounding darkness was deafening as two voices echoed throughout the room, emanating from an unknown source. The girl was left disoriented, trying to comprehend her strange surroundings.

"Welcome to the realm of the living, the date is sol 5th of the year 2134." A mysterious figure stepped forward, revealing a shrouded cloak that concealed a striking skeletal visage. As the eerie presence addressed her, a disembodied voice compelled her to move within a gelatinous substance.

"Behold the mighty trinity of the Imperium - we are the guardians of the B.L.A.C.K. vessel, and we are honored to welcome you into our fold. Your former identity as Yi Su, a notorious cartel leader, is of no consequence. You belong to us now, and we are your new family."

As he gradually lowered his hood, she was confronted with a startling sight - a bizarre, exoskeleton-like creature with two sharp pincers protruding from its mouth and dark, beady eyes arranged in a black skull-like formation. It was a demon.

The first to speak was the one called Distain, its voice husky and ominous. "I am Distain," it growled, its black chitinous armor gleaming in the dim light.

The other creature spoke next, its tone confident and commanding. "I am Power," it declared, its pincers snapping together menacingly.

The two demons addressed her in unison, their voices blending together in a creepy harmony. "And you are lust," they intoned, their eyes locking onto hers. "Together, we three are the protectors of the imperium royal family. We are their life givers and their life takers, their friends and their executioners. Above all, we are members of the prestigious high court of the Yamato."

As they spoke, their ominous presence seemed to fill the room, instilling a sense of unease in the onlooker. The significance of their words was not lost on her - these creatures were not to be trifled with. They possessed immense power and were sworn to serve the royals with unwavering loyalty. The weight of their responsibility was palpable, casting a dark shadow over the entire meeting.

As the room enveloped in darkness, a chilling voice penetrated the silence. The Two figures sprang to attention, their gazes locking onto the young girl encased in the tank. Her eyes widened in terror when she saw the face of her captor who appeared behind the 2 demons. Despite his youthful appearance, his demeanor revealed a dark and dangerous depth, and she knew she was in grave danger.

"Welcome back, my little experiment," he said, smiling calmly to her. "You shall spend an eternity atoning for the life of my beloved daughter. You will serve me, the Lord Imperium, faithfully and without fail."

The girl's screams were stifled by a gel-like substance, which entered and started coursing through her body. The 2 creatures watched with hope and awe as her limbs and features contorted, transforming into the very creatures in front of her.

Her captor's voice echoed through the chamber once more. "Welcome to the land of the living, Lust."