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Playing Item 1: "E̵̟̟͊͐n̴̼̪̺̰̆ͅt̷̢̩̻̻̣͑͊͑͛r̵̥̩̝̻̰̔̐͂y̶̖̑̉ ̵̲̪͙͐#̵̨̧̞̎̏̽͋1̴̻̹̯̬͖̅"

"...alright. *sigh*. Is this working?"

"Okay, good, it's working."

"Okay...So!"

"Ë̸̥ͅñ̵͚̯͋t̸̳͔̚r̸͉͕̂͗ý̵̟̎ ̵̩̋#̷̣̥̆1̵̭͐͝:"

"Author of Entry: M̵̧̨̜̞͕͍̗̃̾̃̈̒̕͝ͅį̸̱̯̩̦̋̈́̈́̃̉ą̵̨̛̼͉̺͓̖͛̌͗̓̚͜͝ͅ ̴̥͉̪͍͓̓S̶̏̈́͐͛̀u̸̎̃̎z̵̮̯̮̙̭̬͓̳͋̾͒̽͐͑̑a̵̒̓̀̒͆n̵̨͕̦̭̈́̓̅͗̎̑̇n̸͕̊͛̃̿̿͋̕ͅè̴̪͎̙͍͐̎̈́͠ ̴̪̝̯̪̥̼̠̈̽͌͋Ŵ̴͎̬̹͎̑̈́ͅe̵̘̮͙͇̮͙̻̮̓̏ī̵̜̺̦̭̣̙͊̽͠ş̷̱̟̼̳̲͚̽̾̿̅̕͝͠ś̶̱̜͈͚̓̒͝."

"Date of Entry: Ȁ̵̛̫̙͍͆̾͐͑̓͆͒͑̋ũ̵̢̗͙͈̣̠̦͖̑̇̒͆͐͆̅͂̕͝g̷̢͉̥̲̜̮̗̘̾̿̉̉̐͘̚͜͝u̵̮͇̰͓̇̈́́̆ṣ̶͌̽̉̈͘͝͝t̴̩̰̮̻̎̓̄̒̂ͅ ̴̹̗̿̅2̸̺̬̰͗͂̏͆̇̈́̂̚͜͝4̸̨̛̖̙̤͇̜̺͔̟͔̆͋̒̐̽͒̍͠͝ ████."

"First off, Siren tech. Fascinating!"

"Although their technology can be very addicting, if you are careful enough, you can manipulate it to follow your will via our special rigging, but it can severely malfunction, so it is not wholly operable. Still, it was a successful test, as shown by Bismarck, who was able to resist falling to insanity when we made our first test. I have to admit, we did not trust Ob̸͑̇͑͑̃̾̓̒̕̚͝ş̸̦̮̯̣̓͊͑̇̒͒̒͘͠͝͠e̵͒̀̒̇̽̓͆̽͝r̶̢̛̟̗͑͑͒̍̐͊̒̇̃͝v̸̿̆̋̈̇̾̅͐͌̈́̄̕͘͝͝e̴̓͌̉̈́͌͘ȑ̵͔̮̖̒̂̕'s claim that they wouldn't interfere, especially since those Sirens are always researching into different possibilities. Personally, I'd rather they keep their nose out of my business; they are not only giving me unnecessary distractions, but they're also giving me headaches, and that does not go well with stress. Ugh..."

"Nevertheless, we outfitted Bismarck with the enhanced rigging of the Sirens, since we did not have any other choice and our prototype rigging was still in development."

"However, there has been an incident a few days ago, and it seems to be coming from this object which apparently caused an error in the Siren's equipment. Its shape is unique, to say the least. It had the shape of the planet Saturn: a sphere with multiple disks adjacent to it. It had a captivating red glow which gave us quite a charming tenderness for it despite its chilling tone. We decided to keep the discovery top secret, as this item may spark some unnecessary attention, as well as prevent any possible political power potential this artifact may have."

"We kept in in S̴̥͉͍͑̽̍̍̐͗̐̿̔̚͠ṱ̷̰̱̎̄͊̿͊̐͗͑̉̑̈́or̸͑̌͑̇̇̌̇̕a̸̪͚̯̠̼̿̈̅̋̔͒ģ̸̹̥͌̆͘͜e̵͙̰̺̩̭̞̳̥̯͇͒̆͗͌͌̑͌̚̕ͅ ̶͍̲̯̣̞̈́̀͝#̴̛͉͓̝̻̖̬͚͇̬̙̮̀͗̏͆͗̅́̄̿̕͝ͅ6̷͚̩̯̫̍͜ͅ6. It had never been used since it is located at the very edge of the warehouse near our lab. Hopefully, nobody stumbles upon it - we definitely don't know what this thing is capable of."

"And whatever it is capable of, I hope it is something we can control."

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Playing Item 2: E̵̡̺̯̥̍n̸̠̐t̵͓̐̌̑r̸̨̞̻̯̳͆y̶͉̩̟̌̑̓͑͘ ̴̘̘́͛̃ͅ#̴̲̞͍̔͊͌2̵̉͗͜

"È̵̢͎̜̮͚͚̏̏̏n̸͙̠͈͎͈̐t̶̢̰͔̰̙́̈̇͊̌͝r̴̛͎̦̈̽̓̕͝y̵̨̭̙̻̘̠̏̈͒͘ͅ ̴͎̩̫̻͋̅͆̀#̸̗͓̗̭͕͍͍͇̐̍͂̅͛̿̕͝͝͝͝2̴̲̖̠̩̟̘͈͇̙͉̾͛̋͗̈̓̒͐̆̃̋͜"

"Author of Entry: ███ ███████ █████"

"Date of Entry: February 20, ████"

"*sigh* Okay...things just got weird. I really need a break..."

"Okay, so remember when I said about the strange artifact we received a few days ago? Well, turns out, those Sirens apparently know something about this artifact, and, for some unknown reason, are refusing to tell us what it is, specifically, O̸̜̠͓̜̓b̸͚͖̼͓͂͑͘͘s̵̹̼̚͝e̶̢͇̯̹̗̓r̸̩̗͍̬͕͂̂̊͠v̶̡͎̽̂͑͠ȩ̵̣̮̉̃̂ṙ̶̟̲̊̒̒, who was unusually tight-lipped and dismissive concerning codename "██████", as we come to call this artifact. I'm glad that it wasn't just me who was paranoid because the Kommandantin, M̵̯̫͖̻̟͕̜̳̽̔̔̈́̃ȧ̷̢͙̭̣͖͇̐̌́̎̒̕r̴̨̺̣̰̹̼͙̥͆̚į̶̛̰̙͓̰͚̦̙̞̆̂̏̈́̈́ą̸̢̳̼̖̯̹͠ ̷̡͎̲͎̻̪̥̅̄̿̓̎̇̄̕B̷̰̬͇̝͚̗͑o̴̺̫̭̥̖̼̳̰͐͛͐̔̅͝ͅr̵̨̛̭͓͕̳̜̓̊̓̄͛͝m̷̢̫̹͎͎͛̋́͌̈́̽͘̚ͅã̴̫̜̮̰̬̭͒̽͒̋͗̕n̴̜̜̞̤̣̯̘̲̮̽̌̏̐n̶̡̫̘͚̱͙̥̗̿̿ voiced her skepticism to me yesterday. She's also wondering if this is just the Sirens' excuse for observing from the sidelines, waiting to see what will happen. So I said, 'You know what? Let's give them an interesting event to observe. We are going to research this object we found in the middle of the sea and see what it is capable of.' I mean, this is a great opportunity to see what this thing has in store, and we might have an undiscovered source that will put us above all of our enemies."

I tried to get O̵͎̯̒͆̓̎͠͝b̸̪͉̗͕͊͂s̷̢̞̼͆̏ȇ̴̫̆͐r̷̼̯̀̎̀v̵̤͍̽́̈́̑̍͘͜ḛ̷̟̦͇̿̄̕ͅr̵̦̦̤̮̼̀̆͌̇̚̕ to open up, but she wouldn't budge. Luckily, A̷̞̋̎̀͋͝n̷̡̥̙̽̊̾̅̕n̷͎̗͈̜̑̐̈̓̐ą̵̤̠̝̟͆̐l̷̮̲͚͕̕ĩ̴̝̰̺̰̻̥͕ͅş̸̡̨̗̳̮̤̖̈́̈́̃̉t̴͉̟̟̋̓̈͑ did speak up, but he only warned me about the consequences of tampering with the artifact that may not be able to be reversed. I simply said I didn't care, since we had the technology required in case something goes awry. Fortunately, he said he was only warning me but will not try to step in. Finally, a Siren who has a sense of privacy! *relieved sigh*"

"So! Starting tomorrow, Project Ş̶̤̜͑i̷͓̅̑̌̽r̶̞̅͆e̵͎̯̯͘n̵̤̩͎͖͗̑͜e̸̬̮̘̍̓̚n̶̜̐̈́̈́͛͛v̸̤͈͒̅́̓̌ē̸̛̹̗͂̍̈́ȓ̷̩̘̳̙b̶̛̪̯e̷̯͛̃͒͋s̷͈͐͗̒͆͝ș̴͓̰̍̏̌̓̾e̶͎͉͊r̴̟̍u̶̢͎̾n̷̢̛̗̳̺̂̂̕ģ̶̣̼͓̋̈̏̀̀͜ will begin. I just hope it's nothing too abnormal that we cannot control, because we will ask for those Sirens' help again and I'd rather not let myself - my country - be humiliated like this."

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Playing Item 3: E̶͈͎̎͠n̶͓͇͉̈́͋̉͘͘͝t̶͕͕͛r̴͓̐̊y̸̜̅̊ ̶̘͂͗̔̓͠#̶̟̒̇̈́͠3̷̛̛̥̲͍͇̩͐͋ͅͅ

"*sigh*...Is this thing on?'

"Oh, thank the gods, it's finally on!"

"Mein Gott, ich habe mehrere Stunden damit verbracht, dieses verdammte Ding einzuschalten..."

"*ahem* Alright..."

"Entry #█"

"Authur of Entry: ███ ███████ █████"

"Date of Entry: February 21, ████"

"*deep sigh*"

"...much has happened lately, didn't get much sleep."

"...we just did the unimaginable."

"We made a human-siren hybrid."

"...okay, let me just...backtrack a bit. *deep breath*"

"It all started when the Kommandantin and I went to Storage #██ yesterday. We were about to open the storage room when a voice whispered to us in the inside. The artifact was glowing when we opened it, so we were understandably alert. But its presence was reassuring, so at least it wasn't hostile. Somehow, S█████, as we come to call it, knew about our research on human-siren hybrid anatomy. Surprisingly, it was willing to cooperate, despite just meeting it a few days ago.

"We were still somewhat unsettled, regardless. But guess what I did?"

"I asked it to help us in the S̴̢͍͛̓i̸̧̡̱̮̒̈́̆r̵̡̛̙̱͙̅e̷̡̱͎͔̒͋ņ̴̣̖̳͚͖̇̌̂͝e̷̞̺̦̗̱͂̔̈́n̶̨̯̘̣͋̐͆ͅ-̷̧̢̻̟̑Z̵̰̔͂̅̊u̷̥̤̤̦̰͑s̷̱̈̌̂a̸̘͙̅̔̊̚̚ͅm̶̡͎͙̝̮̔̄̓̂͌͜m̵̱̬̽̄̋ͅe̵̙̋̚ṇ̸̄s̸̛̼͈̟̗̻͑̈́̐c̵̦̘̥͖̿̌h̴͎̭͕́̾̒͛̍͌l̵̞̲̫̖͌͆̎̈́̆u̷̮͒́s̵̝͈̦̤͂̾̓s̵̨͙̼̹̲͓̊̆ project. And it said yes. At that moment, we felt something in the atmosphere change."

"...th̵̬̉͆̍ḛ̸̄̂̓͘̚ ̴͖̘̫͍͌̇á̸̮̫̝̮̤̎͌̅͝ī̸̥̱̮r̴̰̞̄̅ ̷̻̟̹̉ş̸̛̦̙̗̒͗̓͝ͅű̴̺͓͓d̷͑ͅḋ̷̡̩̈e̸̓̉͋ͅn̶̪̒̌̆̓͑ḷ̸̭̿͜y̴̰̫͔̆̌ ̵̨̡͕͍̖͋͌̃͗͝b̴̢̳̳̤͑̃͝͝ë̴̱́̋̽c̸̡͈͐̈́̌ả̸̟̗̹͇ṃ̴̧̝̣̱̈́e̶̹͛͂̒͒ ̵̨̺͍͌v̴̞̮̽̃e̵͖̝̤̦͕̔̎r̶̛̼̅̿͋y̵̨͕̭̤̿̎ͅ ̷͚̪͊͌͐č̴̖͊̐͜͜ǫ̴̣͈͉̤̾̾̃̏l̶̨̺̥͙̎̋̒͝d̶̠̉̈́͌͠,̷̤̻̭͎̈́ ̶͚͗̆̎̋a̷̻̗͚̻ṋ̷̩̼̉̈́̐͜͝d̴̫̞͘ ̴̝̻̝̳͍̋I̴̪̤͛̈́̚ ̴͎̠͍̍͜f̶̦̼͔͓͋̓͒͊͂e̸̢͕̤͈̍l̸̡̗͔͎͓͗̌t̶̢̧̥̒͌̈́̚ ̷̠̜̻̣́̋ͅm̵̼̌͂͜y̷̧̧͈̖̒̅̄͐͜s̷̪̯̣̺̰͛e̸̫̹͑̃̾ͅl̴͙̿̔f̷͎͇̹̣̈̊ ̷͍̊̿̀̚͝f̵̱̉́̋̆ͅr̴̲̤̦̫̫͗ẻ̴̺̖̟̮̆̂̓̌ĕ̷͓̐z̶̼͉̞̫̀i̸̪̇̉̃͘͘n̸̢̛̳̾ģ̶͕͎͚̒͋̉̈͝,̴͔̈́̇̒̌ ̸͕̙̾͗͆̄͝w̷̧̭̾͐͌̓͝ḩ̸̪̊̃̾̊́i̸̬̒c̶͓̺̞̤̩̀̇̽h̵̞͌ ̶͇͐̔̇̕s̸̢̡̹̱̻̈́̓̉̄h̷͓̭͎̹̽o̴̲ǘ̷̬͓̤̥͠l̷̠͋̇͑d̵̜̙̿͊̚ ̴̠͓͎̃͆̒̐b̴̡͙̖̗̌̓͝e̶̹̟̺̚͜͠͠ͅ ̸̖̀ͅi̵̼̙̰͂̕m̶̬̮̱̗̺̓̓̑̑̿p̷͇̭̼̯̃̏͋͐ǫ̶̖̒̍̋͠͠s̴̼̈́̅͂͠s̵͉̝͍̪͉̅̉͂̔̿i̷͖͗̓ͅb̶̯̀͐̃l̷̙̣̖̳̇̈́̚ẻ̶͍̮̃ ̷͍̯̇͗̎s̶̛͉̠̮̮̕i̵̼̙͠n̶͚̫̒̔̍̕c̸̼̹̪̒̔̓͘͝e̵̹͉͜͝ ̵̭͚̙̍i̷̞̾̎̈́̈́t̵͕̊͑͠ ̵̨͖͔͓͌̿̓͠ẉ̶͓̲̀͒́̀̒ă̸̗̫̳̟̼͒͆ś̶͕̥͉ͅ ̵͔̪̬̞̩̇̈́͝Ş̶̟̰͊͆̄̇͠p̶̧̯̗̝͐͛͛ͅȓ̴͕̣̘̄͌͑̚ȉ̸̫̎̈́̌n̵̖̥͈̣͑ͅg̵̼̙͑.̴̡̧͈̈́̃̄͝ ̵̝̘͓͈̒Ī̷̙̯̗̼ ̵͈͆͒͜w̴̢̗͙̘͐̿̃͜͝a̵͇͔̫̠̍̅͌̔s̷̝̖̤̉̍̋̐͝ ̸̗̙͓͑̆w̴̥̰̯̅i̴̧̇̈̓ṯ̴̪̯̲͋͒̏̎n̴̡͍̂̐́ȩ̵̗͈͖͊̃̈́͘s̸̛͕̯͍̺̋̒͠ș̸͎̭̠̊͝i̸̘̫̊n̷̤̼̓̿̆̇͝ͅg̴̹͙͕̫͆͂̈́̚ ̵̤̣͊̔̎̽̈́ạ̶̐t̸̟̼͛̍̍̄ ̶̣̳̠̂̏͘t̵͕͉̙̤͒͐̈h̸̡̹͎̹̄͛̉̌̿a̶̳̖̺̘͆t̸̤̔̾̏ ̷͔̩̓͑̑̅t̴̛͔̬̃̈ĩ̶̙̙͔̝̆̓m̶̾̀ͅe̸͇̻̖͍̋̓͂͜ ̶̧̗͓̲͆̈̾̆̈́ś̶̗͍̦͂̕o̵̻̜̍̍̉̆̀m̸̧̫͑̆͑̅e̸̤̺̩̩̎̋̔t̶̳̐͑͋̊ḥ̶̝̍͝i̴͇͎̚n̸̩̝̩̄͑g̶̻͕̥̥͍͒̍͒̂̚ ̶̡̌̏̊̑̉s̷̻̪̎̂̀̈́̕ȗ̸̩̱̼͗p̶̘͊̈ë̵͔̙̗́͗r̶͍͇̬̩͌͌̋͝n̶̡̩͕̙̎̓͛́̒ͅa̴͓͇̟̦̼͐̇̐͠t̸̹̲̾̍ư̶̘͙̮̖͗̚r̵̬̽̾ȁ̴̖̼͔͆͛ļ̷͙̩̂̀,̵̱̮̏ ̶̧͉͈̜͈́s̵̗̤͕̰̃̏̉̈o̴̝͊m̸̗̉̽̿̆ȩ̵̉̈́̎̒t̷̳͓͗͐h̶̹́̏̓͐ǐ̷̺͕͔͗̎n̷̨͎̠͂̀̇̂g̷̻̪̹̙͙͛̌͠ ̷̨̬̂̎ţ̶̼̜͙̓̚h̴͛͜ã̴̱̭̪̼̆͌̍̒ͅt̴̗̳̾ ̸̟̪͔̼̏̕ͅw̷̨̖̗͔͗̒a̵̢̧͎͓͒̾̑͒̌s̵͚̲̈́ ̷͈̼̹̥͊b̵͈͒̐̿͘e̸̻̕y̶̬̩̾̾o̴̢̟͎͆͝n̷͕̫͈̝̓͆̿͋̚d̷͍̙͖͒̀̾͗ ̵̝w̶̫͓̺͓̔͆̿̉h̴̟̻̓̎̇a̵̭̖̬̽̈̔t̸̨̙̼̻͎͛̂͋͠͝ ̷̳̰͕̀͝I̵̱̪̹̠͑ ̶͎̣̞̙̖̏́̈́͠k̵̳̣̺͖̫͐̾̀̈́̀n̴̦̦̓̈́͒o̷̯̖͆͂̈̆ẁ̴̪̤̖̦́̈́̄́ ̵̢̩͚̰͆̈́̊̓̎r̵̢̘̜̮̊̅̍̿͜i̴̺̊̃g̷̢̻̥͖͔̃̽̈́h̶̢͈͇̩̓t̴̞͇͛ ̷̓̑̎̍͘͜n̶̢̦̔õ̷̼͈̪͓̙͂̀̾̀w̵̰̓͂͝.̶̨̜͚̽"

"And then...it was over. It was as if nothing else changed. Me and the Kommandantin parted ways after that, but something was compelling me to go back to the lab, as if Sa████ itself was whispering advice to me. So I did."

"I will never forget what happened right then and there."

"I had arrived at the lab when the alarms suddenly blared, announcing about S̶̆̽u̶͇̎ḇ̷̋͂̍̇j̵͂̒e̵̐c̴̘̙̈́ṫ̸̝̪̳̪ ̴̖͓͕̘̂0̸̰̖̩̰̆̀̃͘ escaping the test chamber. Of course, I rushed towards the chamber, but I was still in disbelief. The subject being asleep for thirty years was one thing. Her waking up so suddenly and wreaking havoc was another. The place was in shambles when I arrived, and, standing in the middle of all of the destruction, was her. Š̵̟͕̼̹̓̇ȗ̵̡̧̮̳̹̇̕͘ḅ̷̠̯̜̘̿̀̓̈́̈́j̴̨͙̬̘̪̽͊e̷̛̜̦͉͋͋͛̕ͅc̸͈͎͕̔̀̿͜t̵̨͙͉̮̖͒ ̷̲̔̈́̆͋͠0̶̬̃. S̵̛̪̽͂̊̇͘M̶͓͓̠̩̃S̵̱̝̤͑͐͒ ̸̭̹͇̘̙̥̾͆͛̚K̶̠͛̆̽̒ö̴̱̥̤͚͉̅̿̿̓͜n̸̛̰̲̖̲͑̔͆̎͠i̷̧̼͈̟̪͆̃̿̃͘ģ̶̜͈̗̤͍̇͛͋̂̓. It was unbelievable. She was awake. The ship girl who was in a coma for thirty years. Luckily, she still recognized me as the woman who saved her and her sisters from the scuttling, so it wasn't too hard to calm her down. And guess what? Her sisters were awake as well. The airy but loyal S̶͖͕̲̔̄͋̄̚M̵̹̅S̴̯̱͉͙̆ ̵̪̼̒ͅM̶̢͉̖̊̓̊͋ą̴̹̭̘̗͐͊͂̓͝r̵̝̾͗̃̋̓k̸̡͖̙̤̃͑g̷͖̹̍͑͆r̶̰̞̥̬̉ͅa̸̡̓̔̀f̶͙͉̊; the haughty but intelligent S̸̭̞͍̽M̶͓̼̰̗͊́S̵͓̈́̑ ̵̨͇͂͒̕K̷̦̰̀͂̎ṟ̷͝ǫ̷̹̈́͂ṇ̷͙̖͗p̷͚̬̓r̶̤̙͗̓i̷͈͠ṇ̷̢̗̮͆̎̚͝z̴͎͛͜͜ͅ...they were there."

"But I was shocked the most by the presence of the ship girl who was scrapped before I was able to retrieve her body. S̴̮̦͚̈̆̇̉M̴̞̖̤̻͚̾͐̂͛S̸͕̟͉̍͝ ̷͍̤̳̘̇G̸͎̮̠͖̪͛̓͆͂̚r̸̭̥̜͔̓̆̕o̸̧͖̩͂͗s̵͐͜s̸̩͉̀̎͐̒ė̸̱̘͕̱̄r̶̝͉͚͚̍̓̾͋ ̷̥̯͔͒̂̌̕K̸̯͖͐̎̋́͘ͅȗ̶̲̹͝͠r̸̗̝͖̈́͊f̵̭͗̈́̈́ü̸͇̞̦͊̋r̸̨͕̺̗͊̑s̷̺̩̙̋͗̍̅t̴͖̗̅̽͋̽. the quick-tempered but compassionate. There was no way she was still alive. But she is. And she is standing among the sisters, confused at their situation.

Their skins were pale, meaning that despite possessing siren technology, they appeared to be completely sane. I called the Kommandantin over for her to check on them while I would be researching further into ██tur̴̰̜̊̓͠n̵̳̉̚̕͠.

"...you know what? I have nothing to do tomorrow, plus I'm really tired. I have a lot to think of right now, and I need some rest. I hadn't slept a wink since yesterday...*tired sigh*"

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Playing Item 4: E̶̼͔̋͛̂n̴̪̰͑t̷͓̳͙́͌̓̒r̶̳̝̈́͆y̶̫̝̰̽̓̀ ̵̨̺͚̑̊̽͌#̷͈͉̥̉̇͌͜4̷̹̟̍

"Entry #█"

"Author of Entry: K̵͈͔̍l̴̫̩̈́͜͝ä̷̙͓̰́̓͝r̶̰͔͚̈́â̸̻̹ ̴̹̏S̶̢̗͂̓ṵ̴̪̽̏͊ͅẕ̵̨̈͐a̵̰͎͂̾͝n̸͈͒n̴̪̕e̶̞̋̂ ̶̤̞͕̈͋̃W̶̛̞̓̕͜ë̴̢̪́͛i̴̠͕̋͛̂s̵̰̬͕͗̈̀ş̶̅ͅ"

"Date of Entry: March 7, ████"

"According to M̷̦͔̘͙̒̄ȉ̶̪̋̅͝a̵̧̜͌͐ ̶̛̮͂͆̈́Ṣ̴̜̰͌͗͝u̵̮͈̍͐̊̽z̸̡̫͊a̸̡̻̰̼͊̀n̶͔͎̘̱̒̕ņ̶͑e̷̜̽̋͐ ̸̻͖̕W̶̰̐e̷̠̞̒į̴̧͖͌̾̕s̴̃ͅṡ̸͕̻̄̒, who is my sister, Sat█rn can create a diversity of different equipment, as long as there are resources for it. I, along with Doktor Mia and Kommandant Maria, see this as a major opportunity. Doktor M̶̞̽i̴̛̲ȃ̶͔ had recently spoken with Sat█rn, who confirmed that it is possible to combine a shipgirl and a Siren."

"I am not kidding, a damn shipgirl/Siren hybrid. Hohoho, this is by far the most ambitious project we have ever thought of, but it is still not impossible. We have all the components; we just need a willing subject."

"K̸̘ö̴̖̅n̴͉̕i̴͈͠g̶̠͋ and her sisters have devoted themselves of being guards in this lab. We do not want to reveal their presence just yet, since they will be questioning about the procedure and may have Sat███ end up in their hands. So far, research has been a breakthrough with this artifact."

"Still, I somehow feel dread whether I look at that artifact...though K̵̙͐ở̶̜̫̗̹̃̊̾m̶̲̞̖̠̜̅͛͗͒m̴̹̄̀̓a̷͈͚̥͝ń̷͚ḍ̸̀̈a̵̧͍͔̗̞͑͋̾͒n̷̮̭̩̪͖̄t̶̼̏ M̸a̸r̷i̴a̴ a̷͔̔͘n̸̗̉̽d̶̽͜ D̶͎̘̽o̷̯͐ḳ̵̦́̽ṱ̵̳͓̽̓͝o̴̾̃͝ͅr̴̳̆ ̷̠̖̝̲̒M̷̯̯͚͍̈̽͘i̴̭̐͐̚͠a̸̡͉̽̿͘ treat it as if it was the cutest thing they had ever seen, so maybe it is just me just being on edge. We reported our progress to A̸̖̎ṇ̸̃n̷̜̏a̵̢̅l̷̗̈́ȉ̸̢s̵̹̓t̵͉̚, who seemed genuinely surprised at the outcome of our research. O̴b̷s̵e̷r̶v̷e̷r̵, who was present, seemed to turn paler than her skin...maybe she's shocked that we managed to beat her at her own game? Whatever it is, it damn well felt satisfying to get back at that annoying Siren!"

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Playing Item 5: E̵̜̹̣̠̾n̸̞̭̓̕ṫ̸̖̻͔̲̅͗ͅȓ̷͇́̃̊̀y̴͓̤͍̘̲̒̍̎̅̏ ̵̨̜̠̀̉̍̕͜#̷̫̦̠̦̄̍͜5̶̱̱̽̋̾̓

"*deep breath* Alright... Entry #█"

"Author of Entry: M̷̵̴̵̴̴̴̡̫̫͐î̷̴̴̷̸̷̶̪̞a̴̵̵̸̵̝̅ ̷̵̵̴̸̸͇̈́̕S̶̷̶̶̶̴̶̰̉͐̈́u̷̶̶̴̴̸̸͚̩͑̚z̴̸̵̶̸̴̴̷̧͓̱̋̈â̴̴̵̸̷̭ṋ̸̵̷̴̶̒n̵̴̸̵̷̷̸̢̓͛͝e̸̸̸̴̸̸̵̩̿̏͐ ̷̷̴̵̴̸̴͉͎͜͝W̴̸̸̷̸̷̥̋͜e̵̶̶̶̷̴̥̾̉í̶̴̷̷̷̶̶͓̎͑s̶̶̵̸̴̴̶͙͙̩͑s̵̷̴̵̴̟̚"

Date of Entry: March 19, ████"

"Alright, so my Schwester has chosen a few candidates for the first run, and frankly, I think she's really bad at this. And people address her as doktor? Give me a break..."

"First of all, for the love of god, why S̵̢͍̜̈ḩ̵͇̝͛̕i̴͍̳̙͑͋͘m̵̳̱͙̆a̴̢̰̞̔͆k̸̟̐͜ͅȧ̵̫͆z̸͇̬̆̓̎ẽ̵̖̿̚? That girl is way too young for this! Well, that goes for pretty much everyone...but still! Those Sakura will start to suspect something if we take one of them away. And I am not going to go ahead and name the others. Classified."

"But she did suggest a few that seemed good enough: the Admiral Hipper class. She wanted them for the test, but she did appear to be overly interested in Blücher, whose body we've managed to recover after she sunk in 1940."

"...her body is currently with me in the lab. As of now, she has yet to start breathing, so I do hope Sa█urn will be willing to go through this one."

"But...I guess I've been having doubts. Still, if this is the path to our ultimate ascension, then we shall-"

"...ascension? What the hell am I saying? Mein Gott, I really need a break...I haven't slept for three days straight..."

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Playing Item 6: È̴͎̘̹̥̫̘̎͜ṋ̶̉̚t̵͖͖̘̀̏̊̐͆͝r̸̜̰̓ͅͅỹ̶̡̠̪̻̟̏̋͗̈́̈́̿ ̸̧̖̗͎̮̦̕#̶͎͊͂6̴̤̣͎̭͈̎͊͋

"È̵̼̂̐n̸͚̱͙̎̈́̽t̵̡͉͔͝ȓ̴̲͇̝y̷͓̹͕̓ ̸̳̰̅́#̴̰͒̒͐6̴͓̥̓"

"Author of Entry: Ṁ̴̸̸̸̵̸̜͊i̷̶̶̷̴̠͂a̷̴̷̵̶̷̷̧̬̋̀ ̸̴̸̶̷̵̪̊̽S̸̵̷̸̷̸̭͇̎u̶̷̷̴̵̻͌z̵̶̶̵̷̵̲͐ͅȁ̴̴̵̴̶̵̸̦̪͂n̴̴̸̶̵̖̚n̴̴̷̴̶̷͉͂̀e̶̸̷̶̶̴̪̹͊ ̴̶̶̵̵̵̢̝͌Ẅ̸̶̷̷̷̵͎͂e̷̸̷̷̸̱̚i̷̴̵̷̷̸̲͋͂s̵̸̵̴̸͉̒ṡ̷̵̴̵̵̵̮̟"

"Date of Entry: May 27, ██41"

"'...Bismarck is gone. She was sunk after her near encounter with Hood and Prince of Wales.'"

"...that's what everyone thought. They're keeping the incident secret of what happened near France. But I'll just say this much: she was saved by a naval squadron. Nothing more."

"So Bismarck is currently recovering with our experimental IV for shippeople, which is safe, mind you, and right now she's being watched over by Ķ̸̞̮͚̽͑͠ö̶͕͓̏n̷̞̥̪͉̐̾̆i̴͙͋̿ģ̸̘͎̜̌. K̷̗̮̞͔̟̊̑͜͠͝r̷̠͊̅͠ö̶̬n̶̨̢̻̱͈͌̓̅͑̽p̷̭͓̲̰̓͂r̸̲̩̓͠ì̵͓͈̭̬͑͘ņ̷̰̗̀̍͝z̶̛̺͖̱̗̠͌̆̃ remarked on how ironic it was that the shippeople of the Iron Blood that were supposed to be the light and hope of their nation were working alongside the enemy. Ǧ̷̝̘̮͖̗̕ŗ̵̧̬̭̺͋͊̐̈́́o̷̬͓͖̪̰͘s̴̟͙͐̓̉̒̉s̴̳̮͖͖̔͘e̸͂̉̕ͅr̴̬̒̅͊͂͋ ̴̨̡̗̋͋̋̂̅K̷̯̮͔̰̒̎u̵͎͘͝r̷̙̊̿̚f̵͍̲̮̣̝͐̍ü̵͇̱͕̗͎̒r̵̛̯͉̰͉͔͑̊͑s̸̠̳̙̭͆̏t̷̨̧̳̻̠̑̀ tried to shut her up, but I'm inclined to agree with her. Truth be told, our destiny to ascend higher has been tarnished by the Sirens, and now I'm standing among the shipgirls that had turned themselves into one."

"It is a necessary sacrifice for the greater good."

"Speaking of combining shipgirls with Siren technology, B̸͕̖̠̖̐̽̕l̶͉̪͓͋̐͆͝ü̵̢̝̐̈̆c̶̞̣͖̿̈h̴̻͕͘ȩ̸̣͋̋̀r̸̪̙̞̽̎ is now among the undead. She's officially the first shipperson to be revived that did not come from the Imperial German Empire. So that's a start."

"I secretly want her to die so I can use Saturn on her..."

"Erm, nevermind, forget I said anything!"

"Well, here's to hope that nothing will hinder me from going to bed. I still wonder how I am managing to stay awake for nearly a we-"

"Ma'am, excuse me."

"*sigh* What is it now, Markgraf? It better be worth my time."

"Bismarck is awake."

You can hear Mia scoffing through her nose as she stands up, noisily moving her chair, before hearing her say, "Notify the commander about her awakening. I hope this will not take long," then a click.

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Playing Item 7: _________

You can hear furniture falling and items being tossed around as a pained groan of a woman suggested that something was in her. A yelp of pain arose as the sounds you hear gave you the impression that she fell on the floor. Icky, sticky, and gooey sounds were present as the woman's breath became more labored, more painful, and soon, more adnormal. She screams once again - as if desperately pleading for help but to no avail - a fleshy explosion could be heard, and the woman's scream abruptly cut off before you hear a sound of a body flopping to the floor. It sounds like she died, but a growling said otherwise.

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P̶̪̻̄̿̈L̸͙̂͜͝͠͝ä̶̤̯͜͝y̷̨̝̱̽̀̏i̵̬͖̓N̷̼̘̯͇̊̚G̶̼̈͊͝ ̶̢͚̼͔̑Ḯ̷̡̺̯̔̚t̷̢̥̥̏e̵̹͙̤̫͐͗̓͝M̷̩̩͝ ̸̖̗̘̯͌͗8:̸͔́͊̑ Entry #7

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"*huff, puff, huff, puff*"

"Okay, is it recording? Oh, good, it works!"

"Hey, um, it's me, R̶̴̵̸̷̷̵e̶̵̷̸̴̵̶i̸̴̵̵̷̷̶s̸̵̸̸̸̴̴h̵̴̴̴̸̵̴a̶̵̸̷̶̷̷ ̶̵̴̴̸̴̶M̵̶̴̶̷̴̵a̸̷̷̶̵̸̵y̴̸̸̷̴̵̶f̵̶̸̸̶̵̶l̷̸̵̶̵̸̸o̷̵̴̵̵̶̸w̴̴̸̶̸̶̷e̵̴̷̵̵̵̴r̶̷̶̵̸̶̵. I, um...we really messed up."

"Whatever this artifact is, it's making everyone weird...even Dr. Klara seems to have noticed...Mia seems to be obsessing over this Saturn, and it's really freaking me out. *sniff* It called me a liability, for the love of- What was I supposed to say about that?! It just made me cry..."

"...which brings me to another part, I think this thing is influencing all of us, though those four shipgirls...it doesn't seem to affect them. They look rather unnerved about the whole thing. Klara mentioned that as soon as the project is finished, we're leaving. I don't know how long we can be here without getting ourselves tainted by that artifact. I just hope we last long enough to get out of here in one piece..."

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Playing Item 10: Entry #8

"E̵̸̵̴̵̞̙̫̯̺͋̆̈̕͠n̷̷̴̴̸̹̖͍̦̣̅̈́͆̄͝t̵̷̸̴̶̤̹̱͈̖̿̈́̚͘͠r̵̵̴̵̶̠̰̺̪̐̍̆̿͊͜y̸̷̷̴̴̹̫̹̱̥͐̔̿̌͝ ̴̷̸̸̴̡̲̟̼̀͒̿̈́ͅ#̸̶̸̵̸͈̗̬̰̯͑͗̀̉͛8̷̴̴̶̵̳͓̭͙͖͆̊͂͂"

"Author of Entry: Mia Suzanne Weiss"

"Date of Entry: February 28, ██43"

"The experiments have been going smoothly. Apart from the screams, I've gotten used to them begging for mercy. Unfortunately, A̶̸̶̸̵̴̸̶̷̴̷̴̴̸̸̵̸̶̵̶̶̸̡̡̡̩͔̤̥̙̺͔̺̯̜̖̤̰̿̽̈̾͌̑̈́͛̈͑̾̔̾͆͠͝ͅn̶̷̸̶̸̵̵̶̷̶̵̵̷̵̷̶̶̶̴̷̸̵̢̛̪̳̹̳̣̲̝͉̮̞͇̣͖̗̻̏̽̈́̋̐̈́́̏̆̇̊̀͠͝͝ͅö̸̷̸̶̴̸̴̵̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̷̷̷̵͓̳̠͉̥͈̩̘͕̣̪̼̦̋̆̑̉̈́̂̃̇͊̾͐̕̚͜n̶̷̴̷̷̵̷̷̸̷̶̶̷̵̶̴̶̴̷̢̡̧̪̣͉̺̥͍̙̜̟͓͈͇̉̂͛̉̌̇̇̿̓̋̅̈́̕ does not show mercy."

"So I am currently trying something new. A few years ago, I took a test sample from one of the humanoid Sirens and decided to insert them into a human, specifically, the Kommandatin. I cannot believe I did not think of this sooner! Saturn truly is essential to our ascension."

"But I am more excited at what's about to come!"

"After O̸̴̸p̵̷̶e̴̶̶r̸̴̷a̶̷̸t̴̷̸i̵̷̵o̷̶̶n̴̷̸ ̴̶̸R̸̵̶e̵̸̷g̶̵̵e̷̴̸n̵̵̴b̷̴̵o̶̵̶g̶̴̶e̴̶̶n̵̵̸ failed, Der Fuhrer was furious, rightfully so. But when I heard that he wanted the entire Kriegsmarine surface force paid off and dismantled for their guns to be used for the Atlantic wall, we were horrified. I need Hipper for my testing, dammit! I won't let you take her nor any of my test subjects from me!"

"Luckily, with the help of Grand Admiral Karl Dönitz, we managed to convince him to spare the fleet and sent À̷̞d̷͚́m̵̜͝i̶̼̊r̶͚̄a̴͙̐ļ̴̍ ̷̟̏H̴̭̔ĩ̶̖p̴̮͌p̴̡̒é̷͇r̸̳̃, K̴̺̓ǫ̷̈͂l̴̰͝n̶̺̚, and the destroyer R̶̖̄i̵͍̾c̷͈̈́h̵̩͌ǎ̸̧ȓ̸͈d̸͙͛ ̸͉B̸̤̓e̴̥̓i̵͎͘t̸͔͝z̸̫͠e̵̳̎n̴͖̒ to Altafjord for Hipper to undergo emergency repairs before sending them back to their homeland. After sending them on a few patrols, we had them return to the Port of Kiel where we had Hipper decommissioned in accordance to Der Fuhrer's decree."

"Unsurprisingly, many of the Iron Blood shippeople protested. Even E̷̦̚ṟ̴̔ḯ̶̞k̴̻̐ǎ̴̩, and she was the most unhinged compared to Ṟ̶͆o̸͓͝o̸̼͗ṇ̸̓. I guess professionals have standards... *ahem*

"But in truth, this was a whole excuse to get me to her. Der Fuhrer understands somewhat that the surface fleet is important; however the failed operation had been a thorn on his side, and he was not going to let it go without a proper plan. After begging a few times, he gives in and assigns me to fix - maybe even greatly improve - the technology we have, thus the reason why we announced Admiral HIpper's decommission: it would at least alleviate suspicions that may grow, or at the very least, dispel any doubts present."

"Now all I need is Prinz Eugen, and then we can finally start on the one project I've been wanting to do for so long:"

"S̴i̷r̸e̵n̶e̶n̸v̶e̴r̴b̷e̷s̶s̷e̵r̴u̴n̵g̵."

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"So...what is this lab? I understand it is meant to be kept a secret, but my knowledge is limited to only that."

"It is a lab, Ms. Eugen. However, as we are keeping this lab's location a secret, you may see how willing we are."

"So much so that...what? You're gonna kill anyone who does leak the coordinates of this place?"

"Hahaha, I see you read your homework, Ms. Hipper! Yes. We use any means necessary. Even if it means death."

"Oho, am I'm guessing that you will kill yourselves if you fail?"

"Eugen! That's way out of-"

"Yes."

"..."

"But enough of that, I am actually here to escort you to our storage room. We want for you to see the so-called artifact that I've been dying to show you."

"An artifact?"

"Yes, yes! Now, if you please follow me..."

"..."

"..."

"Eugen, Hipper."

"Hm?"

"Yes, Dr. Klara?"

"...I should warn you that things have been weird lately."

"Oh, I have certainly noticed. Such as 'Why is there so little staff running this lab today?'"

"...hate to admit it, but yeah."

"Why are we even here then? Don't tell me you're sending us to our death."

"Now, now, Hipper, that is quite an assumption to make."

"It's fine, Eugen. I..."

"Yes? Go on."

"...I honestly don't know what has been going on with my sister as of late. She usually does not act this excited unless she made a breakthrough in her research...or she's about to test something."

"Tch, great, thanks for the heads up."

"..."

"We're here!"

The voice of Dr. Mia Suzanne Weiss announces as a lever was pulled down and the sound of large metal doors slowly opened with a loud creak, before stopping with a large metallic clang.

"A̴̡͓͑n̴̖̉̉o̷̳̥͒̿̀n̸̠̲͇̦̊̃y̶̞̤̫̍͝m̴͚͚͖̭̿͠o̴̡̻̮̹͗̿͘u̵̡͍̻͌ş̵̨̛̫̓, I have them!"

"Huh?! Sister?! Why does your voice sound so glitchy-"

The sound of slithering flesh skidded on the floor, creeping towards them, but not before the boom of a cannon was heard, and flesh could be heard splattering as if the flesh fell from a high place.

"Damn it! I knew something was wrong!"

"S-Sister?!"

"A̴̡͓͑n̴̖̉̉o̷̳̥͒̿̀n̸̠̲͇̦̊̃y̶̞̤̫̍͝m̴͚͚͖̭̿͠o̴̡̻̮̹͗̿͘u̵̡͍̻͌ş̵̨̛̫̓ really, really wanted to see you two! I hope you greet him well!"

"Seriously, what the hell-"

"I̵̦̗̙̽̈ ̸̣̈́K̵̰͑N̵̢̩̉͒̍Ợ̴̠W̵̲̔̀͘ ̶̹͙̆͛W̵͈̮̩̄̚̕H̴̱̞͓̄̈̚Ä̴̹́T̸̳̜̍̉ͅ ̸͔̰͔̾̓̇Ỷ̵̙̎O̵͔̩͉̚U̸̡͔̽ ̷̡͖̰͑̌F̸͓̝̉̈́ͅE̷̡̛͊̇È̵̬L̶̫͉̎,̷̨̛͚͇̀̿ ̶̧͍̘̌P̵͈̪̀Ṙ̸̳̠̏̚Ï̵̼͍̉N̷̨͍̦̚Ź̴͓ͅ ̵̻̖̹̃̽E̸̛͈̙̔̎U̴̪͙̦̅̒G̷̦̝̝͆̔̑E̷̲̜̿̅̏Ǹ̷̡̉.̸̧̩̦̆"

"..."

"Ḯ̸̥̋͜͝ ̸̞̬̇̏̾K̴̡̖̲̋͘N̷̝̯̳̉Ő̷͔W̴͉̅͗ ̴̙W̴̅͗ͅH̶̼͚̆̂Á̵̞̦̣̽T̸̫̮̀̈́ ̵̰̜͖̽I̴̛̞̯̿S̶̛͕̅ ̷̰̈́̉Ù̷̙̋Ṅ̶͉͍̤͝͝D̴͍̽̾̚E̶͚̫̓̎R̶̼̗̦̎̓ ̵͖̯̜͑͛̊Y̶̨̼̍̃͝O̶̞̮̪͂̅͝Ṵ̴̋̋͝R̶̠̟̜͑ ̶̜͉̃̌͠U̷̙͐̂̕N̷̨̛̐T̷̬̞̤͝R̶͉̦̄Ò̵̯̱̙̆Ȕ̷͎̓̚B̶̲̄L̶͍͑E̶̱̮̬͝D̴̙͎̝͝,̸̳̣͝ ̶͖̦͠L̵̡̞̣͌Ë̷̤̀T̴̳̬͝H̶̩̋̓͘͜A̶̭̣͊Ȑ̶͙̚G̴͇̏̊̊I̸̹͇̊C̶͉̲͍̉͑̆ ̶̢͑̄P̷̻̐̕E̷̳̾̔͘R̴͔̓͌͜͜S̷̠͖̥̃̀̌O̵͍͍̽͠N̵͖̙͗ͅȂ̸̛͙͕̿.̷̣́ I̸̦͕͖̋̓ ̸̭̐͜S̶̪͝E̷̻̬͌̑E̶̼̽̒ ̶͈̔A̶̖͜͠ͅL̸̤͋͠L̴̨̰͓͘ ̴̖̼̦̾O̶͈̱̽̎͝F̷̦̆͝ ̸̺̤̬͠Y̴͓O̷͚̙̬͆U̷̩̿͌̈́R̵̡͉͛̎ ̸͖̽̈̌D̸̹̉̍̏Ȋ̷͇̣͒F̸͍͙̊͗F̸͉̺͘̕I̴̱̖͚C̷̼̼̫̆Ů̶̹̬͈͗L̵̯̆́͘T̵͔I̴̦̔̎̄Ẻ̷̘̖S̸̨̹̰̏̎̎.̷̻̈́"

"Hm. And I assume you are going to tell me?"

"You know nothing of me. You know nothing of what I've-"

"Ỷ̷͚̞͝O̸̢͕̞̅U̸͔̓͊̈ ̷͖̖̆͋Ā̶̯ͅŖ̶̣̇̾E̷̩͍̞͑̌ ̶̦͇̄͛ͅI̷̜͎̓͆N̴͎̙̐ ̷̢̬̳͑D̶͚̑͛E̶̯͚̪̓N̷̡̗̉́I̴̘̜̒̏̕A̷̤̲̓L̷̢̤̺̔.̴̙̭͉͗͂͐"

"!"

"Y̴͙̼̼͊O̶͖̜̥̓Ǘ̴̯͐̄ ̴̧̎̓B̶̺̲͊́͘L̵̮̬̈́͠A̵̼̾͑̚M̵̗͔͋É̴̝̳͓ ̵͉͇́̆͜Y̵̟̳͍͑͠O̷̹̦͚̔͂U̸̢͇͌̈́R̸̮̭̱̊͐S̶̢̳̼̈́̉E̷͔͠L̵̙͍͛ͅF̶͙̮͕̉̄ ̴̼̄͑̽F̸͚̂̎̒O̶̭̤̗̎R̷̬͖̊͛̆ ̵̧̤͌N̶̬̽̂̕O̷͔̾̾͘T̵̹̱͂̋ ̸̛̟͆B̴͉̘̳̏Ȇ̷̮ͅI̸͙͜͠Ṋ̷͑G̷̖̫̪͋̒͠ ̷̘̠̓S̷̯̱͗̇̃ͅT̸̤͒̋̎R̴̬̮͇̈́͠͝Ơ̶̳̯̄͘N̸͇̲͝G̵̼͕̔̈́͘ ̸̥̞͉́É̸̪̠̮̌̅N̶͈̻̖̔̃̉Ő̸̱̣̼͝U̶̘̣̽̉G̸̫̦̘̈Ḥ̵̛̾ ̵̡̬̯͛͘T̸̛̘̒O̸̤͒͝ ̸̡P̸̦̈̃R̶̻͍̐̌̓O̷̲̬̲T̷̢̘͇͑Ȇ̷̫̹͝C̵̗͖̀̌T̷͍̑̓͐ ̷̼̿͛T̴͙̩̐͂͝H̷͓̘̔̌Ẻ̶͙̖̞̌ ̴̰̖̯̍͒͒O̵͖̟̿̔͜Ñ̴͍̯͒E̷̛͙̓̓S̵̪̥̃ ̸̲͓Y̶͈̓̽̕Ỏ̶̗͇̋Ų̵͍͐ ̷̛̞͕͎S̸̮̠̦̍̀̓Ù̵͎ͅP̶̝͆͑P̴̡̝̟̄Ỏ̸͖͈̱R̴̫̐̾T̷̟͈̣̊͑͝.̵͙̩̽̇ ̸͇̼̮͌̆͠T̶̡̻̺̀H̸̨̪̀̅̚͜E̴̹̲͇̊̄ ̵̲̭̘͌̈́O̸̡̫̞͌͊͒N̴̨͝E̸̩͐S̵̢̮̄̅ ̶̡͇̐͝Y̸̰͖̹̽̚O̷̱̍͛͠U̴̝̭͂̾͝ ̵͙̘̅͘Ľ̵̦̮̦O̶̦̔̂V̵̬̆Ė̸̘̎D̴̨̨̘̈́̀.̸̥͍̒̚ͅ"

"Y̵̥̫̬͒̈́̾Ǒ̷̰̐Ų̷͖͇̆̈͝ ̸͓̹̪̉̆̿F̴͈̬̿Ė̵͇̱̽E̷̗̯̐L̷͖̅̾͒ ̵̮̔͛͝Ǵ̶̢̟̯U̶̯̣̞Ḯ̶͕̅ͅL̵̥͇̎̔T̴̮̫͊͑̚Ȳ̷͚͓.̵̣̽͜ ̵̻̘̞̆Y̷͇̩̿O̶̬͋̏U̶̞̮͒̒͠R̸̰͆̑̔ ̴͔̆̽E̷̡̬̓̇̐ͅX̵̳̣̗̀Ǐ̵̪͌S̷͌̔͒ͅT̴͈̲͒̋E̸̢͉̾N̶̰͚͖͊̋̍C̷̮͔̻̅E̸̱͇͋ ̶̻͍̟͐̈́I̷͓̋̅͆S̵̰͓͉̏̒ ̷͚̻̙̚P̷͖͉̺̑R̷͔̊̚O̴͈̥͋̔O̴̰̤F̷̨̑͆ ̶̢̖͊̑T̷͙̬͌H̵͕̋̒A̸̤̬̳͌͌͌T̵̝̔̌̋ ̷̫̝̈Y̷̢̱̏͝Ò̵͔͙̘̀͠U̷̞̬̱͠ ̷̩̦͕̅À̵̱̩̦̏͠Ṙ̴͕̙̑Ê̶͉̤͍̈̇ ̴̼̘̣͗Ą̸͖͋͝ ̴̯̏̍͜F̸̣A̴͖̼͊͒Ì̵̱͇̘͑L̷̻͎͉͐U̶͍̘̰͑̀Ŗ̸̑͜Ĕ̵̟͉̩̋͝.̵̭̅̏̕ͅ"

"...no."

"Y̷̗͊̆̒Ơ̸͈̍Ů̷̊̾ͅ ̴͚̋͛͝L̶͓͙̿ͅḮ̵͓͠V̶̾͜E̶̛͚̬ ̷̡̳͌B̸͕̞̀E̷̞̖̪͒͐͠C̸̮͇͠͠Ā̸̛̼Ų̴̜̦̇̂̀S̸̲̲̈́E̴̡͙̎̈́͝ ̸̧͎̠͝Y̵̛̳Ọ̵̣͖̉́̀Ų̷̻̾̓̌ ̴̭̌̀̃H̶̛̖̬̾͠Å̶̩̔V̷̯̣͗̈E̶̮̣̺̓͝ ̸̙͖̉͆̏͜F̵͈̝̉̅̕U̶̱͇͉̐̓̾L̸̪̈́̃͝F̸̣̜̋͒Ī̸̠͇͓͆̒L̶̥̂L̸̖͋Ȅ̴̮̹D̷̢̝͔ ̴̔͜ͅY̶̧̼̜͛O̸͍̞̔͒U̶̝̥̩̔̋R̵̟̭̪͐ ̴̞͚̻̿D̵̗̹̏͘U̴̪̓̈́T̷͇̖͋̍Y̶̯͙͛̂ ̸̲͇̫͊͝Ŏ̴̘F̷͍̾̈̏ ̸͜P̷̭̯̏ͅR̵̪̱̾͑̈́O̸͕͋Ţ̶̙̞̌͝Ė̷̛̮̇C̷͉̥̃̈́͝ͅŢ̴͖͉̏́̓İ̶͚Ñ̵̰͆G̷͎͈ ̸̠͛̀͛Ÿ̸̬̦́̆͑O̸̅͗͆ͅU̶̗̹̔̈́Ŗ̴̒̒ ̵̛̹̤̭N̸̢̞̅̏͜͠A̶̯̔̍̒T̷̨̹̂̚I̶̹̋Ơ̷̜͑͂Ṉ̴͕̾͜,̴̛͚̿̀ ̸̥̃B̵̪͕̣͑Ú̷̲̠̦Ṯ̴̦̮̿ ̷̢͓͕̏̊̕Y̸̬̬͘O̶͚͚͋̾̕Ṳ̵͉͂̽ ̴͕̑͆F̸̨̰͙̈͌̅E̷̺̺̫̋L̴̖̒͒͌T̴̡̛̥̪́ ̶̞̲̊G̸̥̈́͝Ų̴̊̎̉I̴̗̲̜͗L̸̫̎̒T̷͍̎͝͝Y̷̡̘̼̊̇̐ ̷̣̩̓Ķ̵̻͒͊N̷̝̜͇̄O̴̗̣̥͘W̴̫̎͂́I̵͓̎͘N̴̨̗̣͌G̸̗̩̔͛ ̵̟͇̊̈́̄Ṱ̷̮̽̈́H̷̠͙̣̅̍A̴̺̋Ť̶̝̼̉ ̸̤̲͚̃͘I̸̛̮͎̅̑T̴̮͍̲͛̕ ̵͓̽͑W̵̧̛̯̚A̵̻̎͠S̷̳̽̎͋ ̴̨̒͂Ą̴̢̝̀̚T̵̗̄ ̷̢̻̑T̴̜̜̲̋́̄Ḧ̵̨̰̐͐E̸̞̊̅ ̷̞̟͖͊C̴̙̹̼̽̉͆Ȏ̷̢͖̮͐S̶̲̄T̵̮̫̈́̍̋ ̴̟͎̺̀Õ̴̦̰̒F̴͓͕̎͛ ̴̠͖̿Y̵̡̡̬͂Ǫ̴̜̓U̶̢̚R̵̪͈̩̆͂ ̷̙̎̈́F̸̜̱̪̈Ả̵̮̠̈́̈M̶̨͖̀̓̂ͅÏ̸̙̜̳̆Ļ̶̛͐Ḯ̸̬̣Ȃ̸̟͕̯̚R̴̦͎͎̓̌Ṡ̴͇̒͠.̴̹͐"

"Y̷̢̎͂O̵̟̎́U̷̠͚̇͝ ̷͙̹͗͘S̵̰̔̏T̵̩̭́Ŗ̵̺̏I̷̭͗V̴̔͜Ę̶͈͋ ̷̼̚T̶͉̈́̅O̸̱͐ ̸̻̦̑R̸͓͓̍͂E̶͙̾͘͜A̷͙̦͊̈S̴̱̩̍S̴̺͚͘̕U̶͚̿ͅR̸̨͇̃E̵̝͉͝ ̴̥͋Y̸̤͌͂O̷͍͕̊͑U̵͜͝Ṟ̵̛͖͌S̴̳̹̃E̶͖̓ͅL̸͖̃F̷̳̱̄ ̴̰̎̒Ṯ̸̤H̸̡́̈́͜Ȧ̷̛͕̯T̴̬̼̾͋ ̶̩͘I̸͇͖̅T̸̞͛ ̵̱͐̍͜W̵̢͂Á̸̦S̸͍͓̋ ̶̹̬̿̚Ǹ̸͚O̷̼͌͒T̴̫̓ ̵͕̟̒̅Y̵͚̆̍Ǫ̶̛̱U̷̬͌̆R̵̹̙̂̇ ̷̛̰̌F̷͉̏͐Ȧ̷̢̭Ũ̶̪̯Ļ̶͌T̷̼͂͊.̵̣͌ͅ"

"Ḯ̶̙̘͊T̷̗̦̂̎ ̷͖̖̄̐Ỉ̸̹͔͝S̸̝͗,̸̦̋̈ ̷̗͛̕I̶̺̱͝Ṋ̶̝̋̄D̸̘̽E̴̳͆Ḛ̸̈́̃͜D̸͔̚,̸̡̆͌ ̶̨̛̙Y̴̛̤Ö̶̭́U̸͚̓R̷̲̍ ̶̜̈́F̴̠̔A̷̦̿̓Ủ̴̮͝Ḻ̷̤̀̚Ṫ̵̫̱̀.̷͔̍"

"No."

"Y̵̲̌O̶͕͎̽̏Ú̸͍ ̵͓̥̾Ȃ̷̬ͅR̵̢͈̂͝E̸̺͋̕ ̵̭̇͂R̸̢͖͌̋E̴͎̻̽Ś̵͈̪͋P̶̩̱̃̚O̷̥̍͋Ń̶̦ͅS̵͚͑Ĭ̶̬͒B̴̪̔͆L̴̹͆̂Ē̴̢ ̶̹̎̚F̷̳͝ͅO̵̗͓͑͂Ṙ̴̡̅ ̸̧̜̏T̷̳͋̚H̸̟̹̔̓Ė̷͚I̶̠̅̏R̵͙̀ ̶̰́̔D̷̯̖̍̂I̷̳͂S̷̠͗̕A̴͔͕͠͝B̴̜̈́̌Į̷͓̑͘L̶̼̅I̴̝̙̚T̷̝̈Ÿ̵̭̯́.̴̪̲̈ Ô̴͇̳͚͘F̵̳͇̂̋̈́ ̴͉́̈́͝Y̵̱̔̏Ô̶̓͜U̵̢̱̚̕R̷̼̳͎̽̈́̄ ̸̛͕̻̔̑F̵̨̫̓R̷̛̮̙̍İ̶͖̋̂E̵̱̰͕̅N̷̤͖͆̈́̎͜D̴̨̠̬̄͌̌S̷͖̮̓̂͠,̸̢̣͗͑̕͜ ̶̼͓̟̒Y̴̥̿̕Ơ̴̘̗̋̀͜U̵̻̒̅̕R̵̩̋̅̋ ̶̧̃͗́S̷͖̃I̴̖̪̟͆S̵͓͒̈͌T̶̥͙̗͑E̸̛͔̮̙̍R̷̤̳͘Ś̶̠̘-̵̻͔̽͜I̷̠̽͑N̸̠͚̠̎̇-̵̡̳̫̌Ã̸̦̟͚̐̈́R̵͙̭̝̆̐M̸̭̙̾͝Ş̵͍͐̅.̵̟̃̓.̴̪͙͐.̴͇̟̟̇̓"

"Y̵̞̭̖̋̍O̷̧̠͍͛Ṵ̵̼̳̏͊ ̵͙͓̎͝͠D̶͍̈́Î̸̻̞͜D̸̼̈́̈́̓ ̴̘̒̇̋Ṋ̸̛̑O̷̞̪͑̋͒T̷̟̫͍̔ ̶̯͍͑̊͗S̶̫̐U̴̻̔CĈ̶̬͇E̷͉̚Ê̵̯D̶͇̺̿͜.̴̤̍̀ ̵̥̈̎Y̴̫O̴̧̻͑͌U̶̡̼̞̒͝ ̶͍̭̀͠͠F̷̨͌̉A̸̪̮͂Ĩ̴͇̣͛L̵̫͎͌̓̿Ę̶̆͝D̵̤̤̬̒.̵̺̱̗̉͒͐"

"No!"

"Y̵̏͜O̷͕̞̔̔̏Ǔ̶̘ ̵̼̎̾̿T̴͔͎̪̏̔̌R̵̲̞͌͋͠ͅY̵͔̜̌ ̸̰̻T̸̫̬̫̆O̸̘͔͒ ̷̻̥̩̿C̷͓̓͝O̶̳̅͗͘N̴̝̝͘V̶̛͉̒̉Į̷͈͕N̵̗̘͙̐̉̃C̶̤̥̿E̸̙̺̦͐͌ ̷̤̮̈́̈̍Y̴̬̥͠O̵͈̍U̴͎̬̼̽̾Ŕ̴̟S̷͍̿͑E̸̥̎́͑Ĺ̶̖͈̖̂͝F̴̭̺̻̿̽ ̵͉̈́͒̅T̴̜͉͋͝H̷̡͌ͅẠ̵͖͙̐͆̅T̸̢̮̟͂̀́ ̷̤̈W̴̲̭̆̎͌H̷͓̑A̵͔̬̽T̶͋͜ ̴̳̘̏̈́Y̵͇̍͌͂O̵̧̪̒̓U̸̗̤͖̚ ̶̧̽ͅH̶̥̊͋̑Ȧ̶̯̳͠V̵̯̩̀ͅẺ̷̛̖̥ ̸̢̄̌Ḏ̴̡̋̉Ố̴̩N̶̜̫̭̋Ē̵̞̉ ̸͍̼͘W̷̻̥̻̚Ä̵̢̘͙́̾S̶̟͑̚ ̸̙̙͘̕͝ͅF̵̯̤̠̌̔͐Ȏ̸̞R̴̮̣͍̓̓ ̴̘͔̇̌͝T̵̮͚͛̊H̴͔̗͆È̸̞̩ ̶͍̎G̸̫̼̓R̶̡͐̄Ē̶̮̅A̴̬̿͗Ţ̷̘͎̑E̸̱̐R̵̖̭̉̓ ̷̢̲̺̊̊̕G̷̞̿̈O̸̼̰̪̿͠Ō̵̝̪ͅD̵̪͂̊͆,̴͎͛ ̶̡̨̥̒͠͝B̶̲̄͜U̵̙̹̼͋T̴̝̀ ̸̨̬̿Ŭ̶̩L̸̗̼̙͛T̴̛̤͈͙͛͒Ḯ̵̛͍̒M̵̢̍A̵̤̘͋T̴̖̊̈́̿͜ͅĚ̶̢͕̏̕L̵͓̗͓̾Y̷̗̝̌,̶̟̮͗ ̴͎͖͕͗̈́Ÿ̴̖̳̣́Ŏ̴̢̤͕͊̈́Ȕ̸̻̩̮ ̵̥̤̻̆Ṗ̸̺͑A̴̺̽̄̂I̶͇͑͝D̸̰͉͎̓̋͝ ̵͕̤̕͝T̶͕̲̾̈́̚H̷͔̏ͅE̴̠̦̭͐̓̈ ̵̹̘̳̾̌P̴̤̤̝͂R̸̻̕Ḯ̸̢̒C̶̢̪̔E̷̯͉͗̾.̵̻͚̃͌͠"

"Ÿ̴͚́͘O̵̭̱̮̔Ǔ̴̳̠̺̅ ̸̲̋̄S̴͚̪̖̓̓͝E̶͎̩̰̿Ë̸̢̫́̈́͂K̴̯͉̜̈́̽ ̴̬̝͉̒Š̸̥̙́̅Ǒ̴̟̏L̸̹̻͛A̸̢̱̒͒C̵͈̜̜̐͂E̵̠̫͋͒͘.̴̞̱̒̚ ̴̮̩̺͗F̵̉͘͠ͅȐ̵͚͛͠Ę̶̧̌̚͜E̷͖̐̅͐D̵̩̓́̓Ō̸̢̊̕Ṃ̸̢͍͑̎ ̷̧͛F̵̺͇̻̍͛̄R̷̰̖̗̈́͝O̴̳̖̬̽͘M̶͔͇̥͐̒ ̶͉͓̈́Y̷̮͋O̵̘͌̚U̵̠͝Ṛ̷̚ ̶̡͛̕ͅB̸̦͚̼̓̎͘Ů̶͔̤ͅR̵͎̉̓̑D̷͓͍̊Ę̶̼̇͌̓Ṉ̷̒̏.̵̻̇͐̍ ̸̡̄̃͒E̵͉̽̆ͅV̵̢̼̦̈́̽Ȩ̸̞̟̎͐Ń̸̥̃ ̵̠̳͑̈́̽ͅY̵̓͜O̶̗͖̰̿͝Ũ̶͓͍̥͑R̸͕͚̎͂S̷͔̼̈́Ị̵̺̑S̵̢̞̈̎T̶̩͎̻͌̐E̴̘̍̊̑Ṙ̶̛͝ͅ,̸͕̩͙̑͑̎ ̵̱̦̣̈́͌͊ ̷̨͎͆̈̓Y̸̙͎͊̚͠Ò̶̳͎̒Ù̷̟̣̭Ṙ̸̛̲ ̵͈̰͋A̵̬̾̚L̷̻̤͐̕L̷͇̎I̷͖͖̊Ĕ̸̳̳̠S̴̝̾͐ - ̴̌͜THEY L̷͎͛͛̎O̸̡̓͑̉Ò̴̰K̴̗͕͓̋͝ ̵̭̞̟͌͊A̴̡̮͌͂T̴̘͝ ̵̘͙̔͊Y̷̲̥̒͋̅O̶̺͇̩͗̂U̷̥̦͉̕͘͠ ̶̙̆̀̓I̷̯͇͋ͅN̴̛̙̳̻̏̃ ̷̫͍̗̋S̵͍͆̾H̶͈́́Ă̵̧̘̌M̴̡̰̫͛̄̕E̵͍̥͌̿.̶̣̈́̈́ ̵̛͎͋S̸̡̲͊͠Ḫ̷̗͛A̶̧̪͐̄͑M̸̯͝E̵̠̍̓ ̸̘̉̃O̶͕̜͋͂͘F̶̜̹͌̇͜ ̵̬̮̆̽̓Y̸̼̻̱͝O̸̝͐̓͘U̶̮R̶͓̅͗̐ ̶̹̻̎̆̃F̴̗͋͠À̵̱̮͌I̴̧̬̊L̸̟̭̆̒Ǔ̶͚̠̕R̸̮͓̣̆͝Ĕ̵͚͕̔ͅS̸̨̟̠̾̀͘."

"NO!"

"Y̶͖̙̹̿̅O̷̙͍͊̆U̷͖͕̞͒"

"S̸̥͙̈́̌͂E̵̺̐͝Ė̷̘͚K̷̺̖͗͋̉"

"D̶̩̆Ë̵͕́̅͠A̶̦̖͝T̶̟̟̄͊̅H̸̞̮̻͋͝."

"ENOUGH!"

"Eugen, don't!"

A boom of a cannon could be heard, but the impact of a shell never came. It is almost as if the shell stopped in midair.

"Ḅ̴̝̔̾U̵͍͗͗T̶̫̎̔ ̴͚̼̽I̴̺̓̋̏͜ͅ ̴̙̺͝C̶̹͑̇̒A̶͙̲̳̒Ņ̶̛̄ ̶̨͎G̶̛̺̞̾͌R̶̥̪̽̊̃A̴̮̙̤̓͐N̷̟̐̄T̶̯͉̹̎͒ ̶̡̫͆̚Y̶̻͎͗͘O̷͎̤͐̂̃͜U̵̘͗͠ ̷̞̬̪̋S̸̛̘̻͔̏͋O̵̜͑̐̓M̵̢̼̀͐E̴̢̘͌̑́T̴̹͊̉H̶̝̯͇̍̔Ḯ̶͔̘̖͝N̴̫͎̾͠G̷̗̑̌ ̵͍͕̋̉̔F̷̯̩͎̏̕A̸͎̬̕Ȓ̸̛̩̟̀ ̴͎̙͝͝G̴͙͎̫͊̾R̴̟̊Ë̸̥͈̱́Ḁ̸̰̅Ț̵͈͒̅̕͜E̵̛͚R̴͚̦͆̿̕.̵̡͊ F̷̙̣͐̈́Ȧ̶̡͝R̷̙̟̽ ̸͉̜͒M̷͉̂̓Ȯ̴̼R̵̙̯̿̆Ę̷̈́̎ ̵͖̉Ạ̵̌P̴͎͗P̷͓̽R̴̺͊E̶̘̭͗C̴̡̜͝I̵͇͌A̵̝͛B̷̭̳̏̂L̸̨̝̾Ḙ̴̛̤̒ ̶͖̔THAN ̷̫͋Ỵ̸̿̍Ȯ̵̖̪U̴͓͆R̷̪͒ ̴̛̫̖͑D̵̤̀ͅE̷̟̗̅Ṡ̷͖İ̴̠̊R̵͈̯̓̈́E̴͖͝.̸̝̍͛"

"..."

":I̸ ̵C̸A̶N̸ ̴B̸E̸S̸T̸O̸W̸ ̴U̷P̶O̸N̵ ̴Y̵O̷U̵.̷.̷.̴P̸E̴A̸C̶E̴.̶"

"...peace?"

"I CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU TRULY DESIRE. NO LONGER WILL YOU SUFFER ANYMORE. I CAN, AND WILL..."

"...make you feel True Happiness."

The voice grew less harsh, more gentle. Prinz Eugen's breath faltered. It had indeed been a long time since she felt any joy at all. The countless times she had failed to protect the ones she held close to her heart...It was suffocating to even think about.

Whether she liked it or not, the memories of her comrades nearly falling to the hands of the SIrens or other nations would invade her mind without warning. Now, they either lay still in their hospital beds in a coma, with an unknown amount of time until they woke up, or live with the trauma of their survival. She would sometimes refuse to sleep in fear of having those nightmares resurface to her mind, which would cause her to develop eye bags. Her life was a mess, and she knew not what to do with it.

But i̴f̴ what ̷t̷h̵e̵ ̸e̵n̸t̶i̴t̷y̵ said is true, then she may have a chance to redo her mistake. Maybe she can finally have a chance to fix the disastrous decisions she had made.

"I can make you whole again. Come, poor soul, and you will-"

"Not happening!"

The icky tentacles were bombarded with shells as Admiral Hipper stood in front of Prinz Eugen, between her and the artifact's dark presence.

"You say that I- no, you say everyone despises her for what she did," Hipper began as Dr. Klara slid behind the shadows to grab something.

"It is the truth. Nothing will say otherwise."

"Well, that's bullsh*t! Because I don't think that!"

The dark presence seemed to have recoiled from that response. "LIES," it declared.

"Sure, she may be annoying at times, and...sometimes a downright pain in the ass," Hipper continued. "But I know that deep down she cares! No matter how she acts, no matter what she says, she cares for everyone! Even me, Blücher, everyone!"

The dark presence was silent, enabling Hipper to finish her statement. "And what kind of...what kind of sister hates her other sibling just because she loves her?!" Hipper stood her ground, despite the clear irritation of the dark presence emerging, with the tentacles around them slithering along. "You are the one that is lying! Not me, not even Lord Bismarck!"

The dark presence roared as a tentacle burst through the concrete wall to grab Hipper, but an explosion disintegrated it, making the dark presence yell in rage. Hipper turned around to see Klara holding experimental grenades, throwing another at the dark presence.

A tentacle suddenly emerged from behind and slapped Klara across the room towards Hipper, leading to both of them slamming against the wall.

Hipper coughed up the air, but she was more worried about Klara, who was human, and she was slammed at an alarming speed. Sure enough, Klara yelped in pain as she tried to get up, but she was able to somewhat stand on her two feet, albeit her back was slightly sore.

"I̵̖̩͌̽͝M̸̝̃̚P̴͖̽̀Ṹ̷̫͓͙Ḍ̶̢͝E̴̹͛̐̆N̵͈͆́̍T̵̙̘̭͝ ̷̺͌̏͝S̶͖̏P̷͙͑͆E̶͍̞̊͝C̷͇̈́͊K̴̖̬̭̃͐͒S̷̯͊͝!̴̛̹̌͝ ̴̨͎̈́̅̒N̶̳͙͓̈O̸͈̼͋͌͒ ̵͉̥͊̄W̷̧͍̰̎̔̏Ő̷̤̗N̴̫͓͂D̷̙̆͝Ë̷̡͍̯́̈́̕R̴̍ͅ ̵͙̈́͐Y̷̙͙̍̾͊Ō̸͚͙͌̈́U̴̱͊̐͒ ̸̢̞̔W̷̟̞̤̊̑̕E̷̠͐R̴̦̊̽ͅĘ̵̲̹̋͆̈́ ̷̘̘͇̇D̷͕̭́͂̌͜E̵͙̅̈́̓S̸̳̹̀͛͑T̶̆͌͜͝I̵͔̬̰̋N̸̘̟͆͊Ȅ̴̼̪͊̿D̵̡̖̓̋́ ̶̳̱͒̈́́T̵̰̾̈̆Ȯ̸͉̑̈͜ ̶̢̙̓F̴̹A̶͍̙͖̔̽̕L̶̡̻̍L̸̲͈̙̎͛.̴̡̨̐͒͝ͅ ̷̡̛͓̎Y̵͔͙̓̚O̶͔̐̕U̵̯̱̓ ̶̖̱̤͝͝W̴̳͓̪͐I̴̬͎̊̿L̷̞͎̅̎̀L̴͙͊̈́͝ ̸̣̄͋̿V̷̱̲̑̊͜Ȩ̵̫̜̒N̵̙͂̋T̵̮̋̔Ů̵̡̠̲͠R̷̨̼̤̍E̷̥͚͙̅̌̈́ ̵̖͍̙̔̌I̸͈̩̗͋̑͂N̷̬̾̐Ț̸̃͒O̸̥͒̋̈ ̵̡̫̽̃T̸͙̥͚̓Ḧ̷̨̖͈́E̷͚͍̒͝͝ ̴͉͇̈̎̔S̴̝̲̈́I̵̗̰̍̊R̷̲͂̉E̸̮͑̉N̷͎̋̅̆'̴̱͚̍S̸̱̘̽̏ ̷̯̗̋͠Ȁ̶̧̰R̷̹̅͘M̸̙̳̉̄͝S̷̙̘͕̐͝ ̴̦̈́͆͝À̷̠Ņ̴͖͗̈́͋D̷͎͋ ̶̪͔̖̆D̶̨͍͒̕̕Ì̶̜̠͛Ḛ̴̜̄̓.̵̼̩͍͠"

But as Ȧ̴̶̴̷̷̷̶̷̸̵̶̷̧͙̥̫̪̓̉͝n̷̶̶̴̸̵̵̴̵̷̷̶̷̨̖̘͇̮̈́̈́̍͂̂o̶̶̸̵̷̷̶̸̴̻͔̿̊͊n̷̷̶̷̵̷̷̷̸̦̱̍͜ͅy̶̶̸̷̶̸̷̸̨͔̠̑̉m̸̷̷̵̸̷̶̞̄͊̑o̷̷̷̵̴̷̷̸̧͍̮̹͘u̵̵̸̴̷̵̶̴̼̭̻͍̎s̶̸̴̴̷̴̵̛͕̘̘̭ the dark presence attempted to surround them with its tentacles, a hail of shells rained upon them, dismembering them.

"Well, well, look who got themselves caught by the bird and about to be fed to its babies..."

Hipper and Klara turned to see a few shipgirls she had not seen before. Their skin resembled that of Sirens, but their clothing looked similar to ones of the Iron Empire, the nation that existed before the Ironblood came to be.

And among them...was Bismarck and Blücher.

"Wait, Bismarck, you're- B-Blücher?!" Hipper exclaimed.

"Hipper!"

As the two sister ships embraced each other tightly, Klara stumbled towards the newcomers. "L-Lord Bismarck! Glad to see you have come. And with the König sisters as well- Oof!"

Klara's legs grew shaky and grabbed onto Bismarck's shoulders for support. "Don't push it," Bismarck reprimanded.

"S-Sorry. I can't stand on my own, but I-I can still walk."

"Easy now, Doktor, we can't have you dying on us," Markgraf said. "Plus, I think you've done enough to piss this scheißkerl off."

The dark presence once again roared, and another tentacle shot at them but was sliced open by Grosser Kurfürst with her rapier, who then took her place in front of the Ironblood shipgirls.

"Enough of your jokes, Schwester! Everyone, we are out of here! LOS! LOS!"

Grosser quickly side-stepped to her right as another tentacle dug through the concrete, and all of them except for Mia ("Aw, come on! He likes you!") began to run for their lives. Klara quickly grabbed the recorder before being carried by Markgraf, much to Klara's annoyance. They could scarcely hear Mia scream something in an unknown language, but they didn't need to wait long to know what it meant.

A female scientist jumped out of nowhere, but it quickly revealed itself to be infested as it raised its face. Its left eye was missing, replaced with a small red-glowing upside-down triangle. It hunched over as if setting itself to charge at them, revealing its black tentacles seemingly extending from its spine.

It suddenly jerked its entire upper body backward and let out the most piercing scream, prompting everyone to cover their ears. The wail was so loud, Hipper's ears were ringing as she covered them with her hands, gritting her teeth.

And then the scientist lurched forward and dashed at them at a rate one would consider impossible for an average man. It threw a jap at Bismarck but was interrupted by König punching it to the wall.

It quickly recovered, however, proceeding to jump back into action by attacking König. Soon after, a few of the infested scientists started appearing, and all of them were engaged in close-quarters combat with the Ironblood shipgirls.

Blocking a tentacle jap, König managed to barely duck under a tentacle attempting to go for her head, grabbing another tentacle and pulling it, throwing the monster off-balance before shoving her 12-inch guns into its face and firing.

Smoke engulfed both of them as the tentacle-infested woman shrieked in surprise. However, as the smoke cleared, König saw that its torso was still intact, with the infested woman's face sporting a large burnt mark on its cheek as an affirmation that it did hit the woman.

Apparently, their skin is made out of the same material as shippeople.

The infested, arching back from the blow, hunched itself forward and adjusted its eyes, demonstrating a quick recovery. Taking advantage of König's revelation, it headbutted her, and, grabbing her left leg, it threw her across the hallway and through the double doors, and König slammed into a closed elevator hatch door, denting it slightly.

Wrenching the door off of its hinges, it quickly sprinted across the metallic platform towards her, determined to finish the job for its Glorious Savior. However, König once again fired her cannons, interrupting its charge, and König took the chance to punch it again and fire at it the third time, sending the infested tumbling backward.

König was running out of options, so she resorted to using an ability she herself was specialized at:

Observing.

She noticed that they were both in a large ventilation shaft, with a large turbine fan at the very bottom, right below the platform they were standing at. She quickly pieced it together - if it cannot be damaged, then maybe it can be torn apart instead. But with what?

Grunting, it again sprinted towards her and leaped at her, and König leaped sideways as it slammed its tentacles onto the platform, and it slightly wobbled. Balancing herself, König quickly devised a plan: she obviously cannot hurt it, nor can she even attempt at grabbing it, since its agility is something to be reckoned with.

As the infested leaped again, König dodged a second time and the woman slammed the platform again, the platform wobbling, this time more evident. If it was going to keep on doing this, the platform might just break.

König, dodging again, leaped near the doors. She could see the metal bars holding the platform up starting to tear themselves in two. One more.

It leaped once again, and König leaped backward through the double doors, rolling on the floor as she landed. Hearing the scream of the infested scientist, she heard the clang and a snap of metal, as well as metallic pieces being thrown around.

Then an explosion. König gulped as the roof slightly crumbled, bits of concrete falling. She ran back towards the ensuing battle and heard the voice of Klara calling to her. Turning around, she saw Klara carrying what looks like to be a grenade, but it glowed oddly blue.

"K-König, here!"

Tossing it at her, she caught it and warned everyone to stand back, before pulling the pin and throwing it at the incoming horde.

The grenade exploded, and all of a sudden it formed a large blue bubble around it, slowing down the infested scientists that were unfortunate to be within its range.

Klara wiped the sweat off her face and leaned onto a concrete wall. "Whew, I thought that wasn't going to work."

Hipper rushed towards her. "What was that?"

"Time grenade," Klara replied. "Siren test. Need any more explanations?"

"Eh, not anymore. Come on, let's get out of this cursed place-"

*BSHK*

"G-Gahk...!"

"Klara!"

All of a sudden, a tentacle, emerging from the wall Klara was leaning against, pierced through her chest. Unsheathing her rapier, Kronprinz sliced the tentacle in half as Klara stumbled forward and caught by König, Klara's head resting on her shoulder.

"No, no, no, stay with me, Klara, stay with me!" König yelled in panic, trying to cover the wound, but she was bleeding too quickly, and König was worried she may not have enough time to stop it.

"J-Just run, K-König," Klara choked out, coughing blood as she continued to bleed profusely.

"Sh*t! The wound's too big!" Hipper exclaimed.

"I-I know...y-you're wasting y-your time with m-me." Klara gasped.

"Stop! I'm going to get you out of here! Don't talk too much!"

"W-Why me? My sister was the one who s-saved you..."

"You were the one that truly saved us, Doktor! Please...don't give up!"

"König...g-get out of here."

"I WON'T LET YOU-"

"K-KÖNIG!"

König was stunned at Klara's sudden voice of authority. After coughing up again, Klara continued. "S-Someone needs to tell someone about t-this... all of you are n-not strong enough to s-stop this monstrosity m-my...s-sister has created." Klara shakily grabbed the recorder and gave it to König, who accepted it in confusion. "W-When you find the help and f-firepower, c-come back. P-Purge this infestation, this...abomination we have c-created. T-That is...m-my only wish."

"B-But...what am I supposed to do?"

Klara smiled. "G-Give it to my assistant...R-Reisha Mayflower. T-The half-English Ironblood woman...she'll k-know...w-what to do..."

Klara's vision grew blurry as her eyelids started to grow heavy, and her eyelids closed as the last thing she heard was the broken-hearted wail of König screaming her name.

"KLARA!"

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REBOOTING...

Chapter Text

OT 1: Entry #3

"It all started when the Kommandantin and I went to Storage #██ yesterday. We were about to open the storage room when a voice whispered to us- F**k."

background laughter

Mia starts giggling "Sorry! Sorry! I-"

"Whispered to us 'F**k,'  Well sh*t, Saturn is very horny right now-"

Mia bursts out laughing

OT 2: Entry #3

"It all started when the Kommandantin and I went to Storage #██ yesterday. We were about to... Sh*t."

"'About to sh*t in the storage room?' What?"

Mia starts laughing "Nonononono, that wasn't what I mean-"

OT 3: Entry #3

Mia completely lost her composure and howled with laughter

"MY GOD, Mia, I was about to say 'Action!'"

"I'm so, so sorry, Hoooh, I need a break, hold on-"

OT 4: [REDACTED]

"Hm. And I assume you are going to tell me?"

"You know nothing of me. You know nothing of what I've-"

"Ỷ̷͚̞͝O̸̢͕̞̅U̸͔̓͊̈ ̷͖̖̆͋Ā̶̯ͅŖ̶̣̇̾E̷̩͍̞͑̌ ̶̦͇̄͛ͅI̷̜͎̓͆N̴͎̙̐ ̷̢̬̳͑D̶͚̑͛E̶̯͚̪̓N̷̡̗̉́I̴̘̜̒̏̕A̷̤̲̓L̷̢̤̺̔.̴̙̭͉͗͂͐"

"!"

"Y̴͙̼̼͊O̶͖̜̥̓Ǘ̴̯͐̄ ̴̧̎̓B̶̺̲͊́͘L̵̮̬̈́͠A̵̼̾͑̚M̵̗͔͋É̴̝̳͓ ̵͉͇́̆͜Y̵̟̳͍͑͠O̷̹̦͚̔͂U̸̢͇͌̈́R̸̮̭̱̊͐S̶̢̳̼̈́̉E̷͔͠L̵̙͍͛ͅF̶͙̮͕̉̄ ̴̼̄͑̽F̸͚̂̎̒O̶̭̤̗̎R̷̬͖̊͛̆ ̵̧̤͌N̶̬̽̂̕O̷͔̾̾͘T̵̹̱͂̋ ̸̛̟͆B̴͉̘̳̏Ȇ̷̮ͅI̸͙͜͠Ṋ̷͑G̷̖̫̪͋̒͠-" coughing "O̷K̶A̵Y̴,̵ ̶T̸H̴I̴S̶ ̶I̴S̷ ̵N̴O̷T̵ ̵G̶O̷O̵D̴ ̴F̴O̶R̵ ̶T̸H̶E̷ ̷T̷H̸R̸O̸A̶T̸-̴ ̸A̷H̵E̶M̶!̸ ̵M̴M̷M̴!̵"

OT 5: [REDACTED]

"Hahaha, I see you read your homework, Ms. Hipper! Yes. We use any means necessary. Even if it means death."

"Oho, am I'm guessing that you will kill yourselves if you fail?"

"Eugen! That's way out of-"

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

"...pfft-"

"CUT!"

Mia, Hipper, and Eugen couldn't contain themselves and cracked up, the film crew cheering in praise

"Good! Good! That's perfect! Spectacular performance!"

"Mein Gott, Mia, I felt that solemn tone-"

*laughter*

"Haaah, Thank you, Eugen, I honestly thought I was gonna f*ck that up because I forgot the next line-"

OT 6: [REDACTED]

"...I should warn you that things have been weird lately."

"Oh, I have certainly noticed. Such as 'Why is there so little staff running this lab today?'"

"...hate to admit it, but yeah."

"Why are we even here then?"

"Just to suffer?~"

Mia snickered, the crew giggles from the joke

"Eugen! That's not- That's not the script!"

"You like my joke?"

"...just why, sister?"

"Oho? Do your leg, your arm, and your fingers hurt?"

"Oh Mein Gott, STOP-"

OT 7: [REDACTED]

Compilation of Grosser Kurfürst failing to unsheath her rapier and slicing the tentacle several times, sometimes losing her grip on it by accident

OT 8: [REDACTED]

"K-König, here!"

Tosses the grenade at König, but fails to catch it

"Verdammt!" König giggling as covered her face with her hands "I'm so bad at this..."

König then realizes "There's definitely going to be a compilation of me failing to catch this damn grenade!" König starts breaking up

OT 9: [REDACTED]

Cue König failing to catch the grenade several times