Azur Lane Base, Pearl Harbor
June 6, 1942
6:00 PM
Nine Warships entered the harbor entrance, guided by tugs. The sight of these massive, angular vessels bewildered everyone at the harbor. Some Shipgirls voiced criticisms regarding the single 5Inch Gun Mounted on deck, deemed insufficient for such large ships.
Several onlookers pointed towards the two black submarines, their unusual shape and size sparking curiosity. They had rarely, if ever, seen submarines of this design. The only comparable vessel was the Surcouf.
Among the crowd, Albacore was particularly shocked and baffled to see Submarines tagging along with the Strike Group, undetected. She had assumed the Strike Group lacked a Submarine escort, as she had failed to register their acoustic signature on her sonar during their shared journey, and they had remained submerged for an extended period.
"Submarines? But how? How couldn't I pick them up on my sonar while I was with them?" Albacore exclaimed in disbelief.
"Looks like you let them 'slide'," Bache teased, referring to Albacore's failure to detect the two modern subs.
"Wait, what?! You didn't detect them while you were with them?!" Dace asked, surprised.
The two Gigantic Carriers, with their sheer size, truly captured everyone's attention. The three Naval Officers were bewildered, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.
"So, this is a Super Carrier, huh?" Adm. Nimitz mumbled, observing the odd yet imposing design that radiated power.
Adm. Nimitz would soon learn that there was a class of Carriers named after him or his counterpart back on Earth.
"Yes, Admiral. That is one of the most powerful Carriers of America stationed in the Pacific," Belfast remarked.
Adm. Nimitz nodded in acknowledgment, then returned his attention to the entering Super Carrier.
On the Flight Deck, they observed parked Jet Aircraft. The jets, while sharing some design similarities with Siren Planes, were significantly larger and differed in specific features.
The hangar doors of the hangar deck remained closed, presumably concealing secrets and advanced 6th Generation Aircraft onboard.
"Those planes," Yorktown pointed at the parked aircraft. "Those are similar in design and shape to the Siren Planes."
Lafayette proceeded to explain the design and specifications of the Super Hornets, clarifying misunderstandings and attempting to impress her.
"Those are 4th Generation Planes made for Naval Aviation. They are the primary Strike Aircraft of every Carrier in the US Navy."
He glanced at her, noting that his effort to impress her had succeeded. He continued the explanation.
"All Jet-Fighter Aircraft share a similar design layout, with engine placement at the rear for propulsion, unlike propeller-driven aircraft. These aircraft are designed to be all-weather, multirole fighters: F/A-18 Super Hornet Block III."
"Hornet?" Yorktown asked, intrigued by the jet's name.
Lafayette internally questioned, 'Crap! Did I offend her?' He noticed her expression change.
"Yes. That's the plane's name..." He said, anticipating she might be upset if he had accidentally offended her.
"OH. I see... that's my little sister's name, Hornet," Yorktown said, smiling at him.
Belfast, noticing his reddened face, simply smiled at the sight.
The ships then docked at the harbor. Manjuus on deck threw mooring ropes from the Super Carrier. As the Super Carrier was moored at the pier, Manjuus on the arbor secured the mooring lines to the bollards.
On the starboard side of the Super Carrier, a giant elevator descended from the flight deck to the hangar deck. The elevator carried two Jet Planes and a woman standing between them.
A white-haired woman (with a ponytail hairstyle) in an Admiral's uniform and sunglasses walked down the gangway that the port Manjuus had prepared. She walked towards the three Naval Officers and a woman in a dress and black jacket.
She walked along, followed by 6 Manjuus equipped with body armor and armed with M4s as security details.
"Is that her?" Yorktown asked.
"Yes. That's her. USS Enterprise CVN-80," Belfast replied.
"I thought Manjuus' jobs were to protect and repair ships, but why are they heavily armed?" Cmdr. Thomas asked.
"They are our crew... they are armed to protect their ship, as is their duty as sailors," Belfast said.
She was then joined by the 8 people coming down from their respective ships. Two of them were wearing Naval Officer Uniforms, two were wearing MARPAT (Marine Combat Uniform), one woman was wearing Navy-Blue Coveralls, and a man was wearing Digital Desert Camo with a Kevlar vest and gear.
The other two were dressed differently. One was wearing a Blue Coat and Light Blue Dress, and the last one was wearing a White Jacket and Headphones with Bunny Ears.
Belfast and Lafayette, accompanied by Adm. Nimitz, Adm. Philips, Cmdr. Thomas, and Yorktown, walked toward their guests and greeted them.
"Welcome to Azur Lane Base Pearl Harbor."
Adm. Nimitz greeted them with his optimistic voice. "My name is Admiral Chester W. Nimitz." The Americans simply stared at him, processing.
"And this is my Secretary Ship, Yorktown," Adm. Nimitz gestured towards Yorktown.
Lucas, Arizona, and William exhibited expressions of surprise young Keanu Reeves. "Whoa!"
Yorktown greeted them, "Hello," and smiled.
Lucas and Arizona seemed momentarily stunned, as if their brains had momentarily ceased functioning, exhibiting visible lag. William simply tipped his cap in greeting.
"This is Thomas Jones, the Base Commander," Adm. Nimitz gestured towards Cmdr. Thomas.
Cmdr. Thomas greeted them, "Hello there," and offered a handshake.
As everyone took his offered handshake, he froze when Enterprise was the last to take the handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Commander," she greeted.
"Ye-Yeah... It's nice to meet you too," he stammered, blushing slightly.
Enterprise noticed the Commander appearing to experience a server lag. "Is there a problem, Commander?"
Cmdr. Thomas snapped back to reality. "Oh. Sorry, it was nothing," he said, breaking off the handshake.
Adm. Nimitz shook his head at the Commander's unprofessionalism. He knew Cmdr. Thomas had a soft spot for Yorktown's second sister.
"Good then," she said after confirming.
Adm. Nimitz continued his introduction after watching the Base Commander stammer. He then gestured towards Adm. Philips.
"This is Admiral Tom Spencer Vaughan Philips of the Royal Navy."
Adm. Philips greeted them, "Hello," and offered a handshake. Everyone took the handshake offer. Maya was a bit hesitant for a moment before taking the offered handshake.
Laffey simply stared at him, ignoring the handshake. Adm. Philips didn't probe further, as he knew their own Laffey wouldn't even slightly care.
Enterprise introduced herself next and the members of the Strike
Group. "I thank you for the warm welcome. My name is USS Enterprise CVN-80, third of the Ford Class Aircraft Carrier of the United States Navy, 9th bearer of the name 'Enterprise', and 3rd Carrier bearing the name."
This caught the attention of the four, and they began comparing her to the carrier they knew. She was slightly prettier and taller, and her voice conveyed the authority of a seasoned Commanding Officer.
She noticed the deep contemplation of each Naval Officer and Yorktown. "I know you may be wondering how I got the name?" She asked them.
That got the attention of the four Naval Officers and Yorktown.
They all nodded.
Enterprise prepared her explanation. "I was named and made from the steel of the previous Enterprise, USS Enterprise CVN-65, the first Aircraft Carrier built with Nuclear Power. She was also called the Mother of all Nuclear Carriers that followed her."
Yorktown's eyes widened in shock to hear that. She hadn't expected Enterprise to be a mother to all carriers.
Cmdr. Thomas's jaw dropped. "Mo-mother?" He stammered in shock.
Enterprise continued. "USS Enterprise CVN-65 was also named and made from the previous Enterprise CV-6. In short, I'm the 3rd Carrier who bears the name 'Enterprise'."
"So, you're like my Grandniece?" Yorktown asked, tears slowly falling from her eyes.
"Umm... Yeah... I-guess..." Enterprise said, having a confused expression on her face, as she hadn't expected that coming from her.
Yorktown teared up and hugged her. Everyone, even Enterprise herself, was surprised by Yorktown's emotional outburst.
"Umm... this is weird," Enterprise said, clearly unprepared for a family drama.
"That's quite unexpected," William commented.
"Let her be. She needs it," Belfast said, glancing at them. She then discreetly pulled out her phone and took a picture of the two.
~A few moments later~
As the family drama and touching moments concluded, Enterprise continued introducing the members of her Strike Group.
"This is USS Bunker Hill CGN 76, the third of the Lexington Class Nuclear Cruisers." She gestured towards a blonde woman wearing a blue coat and light blue dress, a near carbon copy of CV17 USS Bunker Hill.
Adm. Nimitz, Cmdr. Thomas, and Yorktown thought, 'A cruiser named after a carrier? That's quite a peculiar choice.'
"Wait, you said you're the third of the class... who are the others?" Yorktown asked, curious about the rest of the class.
Bunker Hill responded in her typically cold tone, "CGN-74 USS Lexington, CGN-75 USS Saratoga, CGN-77 USS Yorktown, CGN-78 USS Port Royal, and CGN-79 Ticonderoga. Three are currently under construction, and the rest are unnamed." "So, I have a Cruiser counterpart," Yorktown said.
"Yes. Two carriers in our history are named Yorktown: CV-5 and CV-10. Two Cruisers are also named Yorktown: CG48 and CGN-77," Bunker Hill stated, maintaining her stoic demeanor.
Enterprise introduced the bunny-eared girl, a hint of a psychopath among the group. "This is USS Laffey DDG-200, the first of her class of Destroyers."
Enterprise gestured toward a woman wearing a white jacket and headphones with bunny ears. Her appearance was familiar, almost like a long-lost twin sister of their Laffey.
The four thought, 'She's like the Laffey we know, but in adult form.' Then, they noticed her murderous gaze. 'What's with those murderous gazes?' The four felt a chill creep down their spines as they stared into her cold, murderous red eyes.
Adm. Nimitz thought, 'We already have a Laffey, now we have an even weirder Laffey.'
"She's the third destroyer named Laffey. The first is DD-459 of the Benson Class Destroyers. The second is DD-724 of the Allen M. Sumner Class Destroyers. The third is DDG-200, the first of its class of destroyers. Don't worry, she won't bite," she added reassuringly.
Laffey then stared into the eyes of the four, her gaze sending chills down their spines, as if she were "DEATH."
"She has a few loose screws in her head, but I wouldn't worry about it," Enterprise said, unconvincingly.
"Sorry. Bad habits," Laffey said in a typical Laffey voice.
The four nodded, not wanting to know the extent of her bad habits.
Enterprise then introduced the Marine in the group. "This is USS Jack H. Lucas DDG-125, the 75th of the Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers and the first of the Flight IIIs."
Enterprise gestured toward a man with a statuesque stature wearing MARPAT. Lucas saluted. "USS Jack H. Lucas, Sir."
The four thought, 'The whole class was named after Admiral Burke, and he's an Eagle Union Marine?'
(Admiral Burke died a year ago fighting the Sirens in the recapturing of Midway Island.)
Adm. Nimitz thought, 'Looks like they named a whole class of destroyers after you, as an honor, old friend.'
She then introduced the Japanese member of the group. "This is JS Maya DDG-179, the first of her class of Destroyers of the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force."
She gestured toward a woman with dog ears wearing a Japanese Naval Officer Uniform.
Her appearance and resemblance to one of the Takao Sisters surprised everyone and nearly started a commotion, as they didn't expect a Sakuran Shipgirl to be among them.
Lucas stepped in and protected Maya from the gazes of hatred and pointing fingers from the Azur Lane Shipgirls. Seeing their hatred directed towards her, Maya hid behind Lucas for protection from the accusatory glares.
Enterprise sighed and explained Maya's peculiar situation and how she ended up with them. "She's not your enemy. She's under my command and part of my Strike Group. Right now, I am her superior Commanding Officer. So, there's nothing to worry about. But if you mean her harm, you'll be facing me."
She spoke in an authoritative tone, implying she would not hesitate to start an open conflict with anyone who harmed her subordinates.
The four breathed a sigh of relief that the situation didn't escalate further. They knew that if hell broke loose, this entire Naval Base would be reduced to a crater, given the appearance of the Aircraft parked on the carrier decks.
"How can you be sure she's not our enemy?" one of the Shipgirls shouted.
"How can you be sure she's your enemy?" Enterprise retorted.
"Umm... err... umm..."
"She's under my command and belongs to my group. If anything bad happens to her, I don't know what I might do to anyone here, young miss," Enterprise scolded the Shipgirl who asked a foolish question.
Every Shipgirl in the harbor calmed down slightly, knowing she was under Enterprise's command.
Arizona nudged Lucas on his side. "Nice save," he said with a smirk.
Lucas rolled his eyes at the teasing credit Arizona gave him for stepping in to defend Maya.
Enterprise continued introducing everyone. "This is USS Essex LHA-12, the sixth of the America Class Amphibious Assault Ships."
Enterprise gestured toward a woman wearing MARPAT. Essex saluted, just like Lucas. "USS Essex, Sir."
Adm. Nimitz and Cmdr. Thomas thought, 'I hope she's not as... enthusiastic as our Essex.'
Too bad for them. Once a Marine, always a Marine. And this place was about to get a lot louder.
"What do you mean by 'Amphibious Assault Ships'?" Yorktown asked curiously.
Yorktown and the four Naval Officers had only known her as a carrier with an anti-submarine role, based on their assumptions and the descriptions they had read.
"My role is to transport an entire Marine battalion to the battlefield, ASAP, along with their amphibious and armored vehicles. And my flight deck is designed to launch Marine aviation to provide air support and ground support to the Marine Expeditionary Forces on the ground," Essex explained.
"Okay...?" Yorktown said, still confused about her role and the terminology.
Enterprise gestured toward a late-teen woman wearing navy-blue coveralls. "This is USS Denver SSN-856, the fourth of the Gato Class Fast Attack Submarine."
Denver greeted them with her cheery voice. "Hello!" while making a V-shape with her fingers.
The four thought, seeing her cheerful personality, 'Denver is still Denver, even as a Submarine.'
Cmdr. Thomas thought, 'I wonder how Cleve-bro would react if she saw her.'
Enterprise gestured toward a man wearing digital desert camo with a Kevlar Vest and gear. "This is USS Arizona SSN-803, the 29th Virginia Class Fast Attack Submarine and the second of Block Vs."
"Arizona???" Everyone felt their heads spinning after hearing his name.
This caught everyone off guard. The name Arizona sounded different from the familiar face they knew. Upon hearing Arizona's name, BB Arizona's face popped into their minds, not the face of the man standing before them.
He looked like a stoic movie villain at first glance. The resemblance to BB Arizona's innocent face was gone, replaced with the chiseled and stoic face of a man who had been through hardship.
"You look like Pennsylvania!" Cmdr. Thomas blurted out, as his furrowed brows reminded him of her. Adm. Nimitz and Adm. Philips, along with the girls, nodded in agreement with the Commander's observation.
Arizona was confused by the statement.
Yorktown added, "Not to be disrespectful, but you do look a bit like Pennsylvania."
Arizona held his chin. "Do I really look like Battleship Pennsylvania and not Arizona?"
After a moment of contemplation and explanation, the introduction continued.
Adm. Nimitz pondered, 'What is this Fast Attack Sub classification? Is it their speed or capability? These two Submarines seem more mature compared to our subs in the base.'
He glanced at the moored submarines and back at the two. 'It seems like they followed the weight and length principles of Kansenization,' he thought.
"I have a question," Adm. Nimitz raised. "What is this Fast Attack Sub classification?"
"Fast Attack means you need to be fast without being detected underwater, with speeds of 25-30 knots while submerged. The Virginia Class has a 20-25 knot speed underwater, and the Gato Class has 30+ knot speed underwater without being detected," she explained with a slightly cocky tone.
"Wait! You can go that fast underwater?!" Albacore yelled in surprise, knowing that speed was ridiculous, even for a surfaced Submarine.
"Yes, and we can go 25-30 knots of speed underwater undetected, while carrying more torpedoes," Denver replied with glee.
Enterprise gestured to a man in his 30s wearing a Naval Officer shirt and a white lab coat. "This is T-AKE 12 USNS William McLean, the 12th of the Lewis and Clark Class Dry Cargo Ship." William only tipped his cap as a sign of greeting.
"An Auxiliary Ship?" Cmdr. Thomas asked.
"Yes. I'm a fleet refueler and Cargo/Ammo Ship," he said in a tone that suggested he hated repeating himself.
Adm. Nimitz spoke in his typical officer's voice. "Two Frigates, three Destroyers, two Submarines, one Cruiser, one Cargo Ship, one Straight-Deck Carrier, and one Giant Carrier. Is that all?"
"Yes, this is all of us," Enterprise replied.
After the introduction of the Strike Group, they all headed to the Office Building, to Adm. Nimitz's office, to discuss matters in a private space away from any unwanted eavesdropping ears outside. Laffey stops as her Bunny-ears twitches. She stops and look at the particular hill raised above the Harbor, her eyes squinted and saw a shadow of a person standing there.
At the Hill right next to a tree, a man wearing Fedora Hat and Trench Coat can be seen looking at the 11 new Ships that is been docked at the Harbor. The man in his not so suspicious movement starts to wrote down and took some photos of the parked Naval Vessels.
Inside the Building
As everyone was heading inside the building, the modern Kansens walked through the hallway of the Office Building. The hallway and some of the office rooms reminded the Modern Kansens of the US Navy Headquarters in Hawaii due to the similarities in the design and layout of the offices.
Arizona looked around and saw more girls roaming the base. The girls were walking around, playing, and chatting on benches. The lack of men at the base made him think this world was dominated by women—anime logic, he guessed.
Arizona asked Adm. Nimitz, "Hey, Adm. Nimitz, why is this base full of women? Military bases back in the 1940s were dominated by men. Everywhere I look, I see women. I don't mean to be sexist, but I know military bases employ some women in desk and secretary jobs. But the lack of men in a military base this large is a bit concerning. I saw a few with arms, but a base this large needs more manpower."
This caught the Modern Kansens' attention, and they started looking around, noticing more women.
Adm. Nimitz answered Arizona's inquiry. "This is a forward base. Most of the military men are stationed closer to the home front rather than forward bases. The manpower is supplemented by Manjuus."
"I-I see," Arizona murmured.
Lucas asked a question that caught everyone's attention. "Why? I know every large naval base like this should have a minimum of a thousand personnel. I know the women and underage girls are the Shipgirls, but the military security here is minimal?"
Everyone stopped walking for a moment, and the eerie silence from the Naval Officers made the situation even more awkward. Yorktown broke the silence and spoke.
"The reason the base is full of women instead of military men personnel is that women's genes have the ability to resist Siren Hypnotism. That's why there's a lack of men in forward bases like this in Pearl Harbor."
William chimed in. "So, are male ships susceptible to Siren Hypnotism?"
Lucas, Lafayette, and Arizona looked at William with a 'what the heck, dude' expression.
Lafayette asked Yorktown in a shaky voice, "Are all Sirens capable of doing that?"
Yorktown answered in a calm voice to ease Lafayette's fears. "No. Only Elite-Sirens can do that, and only if you look directly into their eyes."
Lucas, Arizona, and Lafayette breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the good news. But then Lucas remembered something.
"Wait a minute!" he blurted out. "I had eye contact with Tester β for a second during the battle. Why wasn't I hypnotized?"
Adm. Nimitz spoke. "Because it was a β, it's weaker than an α. And it depends on how strong the Elite-Siren is. The stronger the Siren, the stronger the hypnotism. And all the men fear that because once you're hypnotized..."
The men looked at Adm. Nimitz, fear visible in their pupils. He continued in a foreboding undertone. "You'll never be able to come back."
Enterprise asked out of the blue, "What happens to the hypnotized or captured men?"
Adm. Nimitz, Adm. Philips, Cmdr. Thomas, and Yorktown were all silent, as if they didn't want to talk about the topic. The Modern Kansens noticed the heavy atmosphere and sensed that the topic was too vulgar to even mention.
Belfast asked another question unrelated to the captured men. "May I ask why the clothing of the girls here at the base is so revealing for 1940s standards? I saw some girls with very little clothing covering their skin, or even barely covering any." Yorktown replied to Belfast's question to lighten the mood a bit. "It depends on the ship's name and the characteristics they possess, or the person they were named after. Their ship's appearance and personality also help materialize what they are wearing."
"That makes sense," Essex said, looking at her reflection in the window. LHA Ships were full of Marines, so she had a Marine personality.
Enterprise also looked at the window, glancing at her reflection.
She smiled, having a bit of a clue as to why she was wearing an Admiral's uniform. She was the flagship of the fleet, which meant a higher rank in the Navy.
Belfast, not convinced, saw her reflection as a maid. "Then why am I a maid?" she asked.
Adm. Philips responded. "You serve her/his Majesty; you're a servant to the crown. Cruiser Belfast is the Head Maid of the Maid Corps. Maybe you inherited one of her traits."
Belfast held her chin. "Interesting."
"All the ships here are women, except for you four, who are the only male Kansens," Cmdr. Thomas said, pointing at the four sweating beads.
"So... HMS Spanker exists?" Denver asked jokingly.
Lucas thought, 'Shoot, this whole base is a landmine for us.'
Arizona had a moment of realization. "Crap, we're walking on a landmine without a metal detector and equipment. We're doomed!"
"Good luck guessing what wire to cut. This is sure to explode in our faces," William added.
Lucas, Lafayette, and Arizona nodded solemnly in agreement and gave each other a non-energetic thumbs-up.
Essex and Maya suppressed their laughter. Belfast giggled with a maidenly sound. Bunker Hill and Enterprise facepalmed at the bozos.
Laffey's reaction was "meh"; she didn't care at that point, landmine or not.
"Don't worry, guys... this is where the fun begins," Denver said with glee.
The men groaned. "Oh, come on..."
Admiral's Office
Bunker Hill, Belfast, and Enterprise sat on the couch. Lucas, Maya, Laffey, Essex, Arizona, Denver, Lafayette , and William stood behind the three ladies, acting as bodyguards.
Opposite them were Adm. Nimitz, Adm. Philips, and Cmdr. Thomas. Yorktown stood next to Adm. Nimitz as his secretary ship.
Adm. Nimitz started the conversation. "The current situation of the Azur Lane Alliance is quite dire, to say the least, in both the Atlantic and the Pacific." He paused, glancing at them to gauge their reactions.
"The Crimson Axis Alliance is using 'Siren Tech' without any knowledge of the danger of such technology. We're afraid the Sirens are only using them for their hideous plans, like their own puppets."
Enterprise spoke, cutting Adm. Nimitz mid-sentence. "So, the Axis is using alien tech to defeat the aliens. It's not a bad idea, but they're executing it poorly, and they didn't even look for any backdoors the Sirens could use to control that tech."
Bunker Hill joined the conversation. "They're trying to outwit the devil they sold their souls to. How pathetic!"
Belfast agreed. "Yes, indeed, it really is pathetic, like the Western countries learning their lesson from the CCP."
Lucas's brows furrowed, and he mumbled, "Those damn Sirens are waging proxy wars, then."
The four naval officers and Yorktown were surprised that these otherworlders had knowledge of the dangers of said technology.
Adm. Philips asked in shock, "How can you guys be so calm? Like you've faced this kind of danger before?"
Enterprise spoke in a calm voice. "Yes, we've also faced these kinds of problems back in our own world before."
"This is only my guess, but what if the Sirens are just waiting in the sidelines for human resources to dwindle and then attack?" Enterprise expressed her theory.
"They're already attacking the commercial shipping lanes multiple times to disrupt the world's economy. We and the rest of the nations are just recovering from the effects of the Great Depression," Adm. Philips replied.
Lucas chimed in. "Try doing that to our world. They will get an 'appropriate' response."
The four Naval Officers and Yorktown looked at him, confused.
"What?"
"What do you mean by 'appropriate' response...?" Adm. Nimitz asked, consistently puzzled by their terminology.
Enterprise glanced at him, giving a look that said, "Shut up." Lucas, understanding the glare, nodded.
"It's a joke from our world. If you disrupt any of the shipping lanes (especially oil) and make the prices of goods skyrocket... that's a death warrant," Enterprise remarked.
"America will send an entire Strike Group to that region of conflict, what they call an 'appropriate' response," Bunker Hill added, using air quotes.
"What if it was a Siren?" Cmdr. Thomas asked, his curiosity about the Kansens' capabilities piqued.
"We will burn them with the power of the sun."
Everyone looked towards the source of the voice. It was Laffey, her expression dark, capable of turning the toughest person into jelly.
"You will burn them with the power of what, now?" Adm. Nimitz and Yorktown asked, confused.
'Damn it! Laffey, we shouldn't have let them know about nuclear bombs,' everyone internally screamed at her.
Enterprise attempted to steer the conversation back on track. "She means dropping lots of bombs, to make the explosion as hot as the sun."
The four believed her little lie, though America did try to mimic an atomic blast by stacking tons of TNT during the Cold War. "We're also developing countermeasures against this kind of threat," she said.
"What do you mean by that, Miss Enterprise?" Adm. Philips asked.
Enterprise looked at William and nodded.
William brought out his notepad and spoke. "We are currently developing countermeasures against Siren Technology based on the tech we've gathered. We also have a specimen. Tester β's rigging is currently being examined and dismantled for research in my ship's machine shop. And her corpse is in the cargo compartment, stored frozen."
The four Naval Officers and Yorktown couldn't believe an EliteSiren's corpse was being examined by these otherworlders. They had tried to obtain Siren Corpse for analysis but failed due to the Sirens' cunning tactics, which included self-destruct mechanisms in every clone or mass-produced ship.
Yorktown asked Enterprise, "Can we see the corpse and the rigging?"
Enterprise closed her eyes for a moment to consider, then opened them. "Yes. Just prepare yourselves for what you're about to see." She smiled.
With permission granted, they all left the Office Building and began walking towards the moored Cargo Ship to inspect the "special cargo" stored inside.