Siren Research Facility
Following the successful elimination of the Executor-Class Siren and the Siren Minions guarding the exterior of the Siren Research Facility, the Manjuu Marines approached the facility with extreme caution, refraining from a reckless, guns-blazing assault. Colonel Madjuu Mattis instead deployed a small, elite team of Manjuus to scout the interior.
Charging into the facility without proper reconnaissance would have been akin to sending defenseless chickens into a meat grinder. The scouting Elite-Manjuus were tasked with providing an accurate map of the facility's interior layout.
~Inside the Facility~
The leader of the Elite Manjuu team signaled with his hands, cautiously peering around the corner of a wall that he and the other Manjuus were using for cover.
"This is Skipper, Private. One Siren Minion approaching your position. Eliminate it."
Private responded cheerfully, "Roger that, Skipper."
Private positioned himself within a ventilation shaft-like structure, observing the patrolling Siren Minion below. He produced a thin wire rope, intending to silently choke the unsuspecting Siren.
As the Siren Minion passed beneath the hiding Manjuu, the wire rope was swiftly looped around her neck.
The Minion struggled against the tightening wire, but Private efficiently neutralized the patrolling threat within mere seconds.
A muffled thud echoed through the area as Private retreated back into cover, carefully dragging the body to conceal it within one of the empty rooms they had discovered.
After hiding the body, Private radioed back, "This is Private, Siren Minion eliminated. Sir."
"Good work, Private." Skipper then turned his attention to the Manjuu behind him, who was intently tapping on a laptop.
"Kowalski, analysis?"
Kowalski, engrossed in hacking the Siren's security system, replied, "Skipper, Sir. That hallway." He gestured towards the corridor Skipper was cautiously observing.
"That leads directly to the main facility or laboratory," he explained, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he downloaded data retrieved from the Siren network.
"When are the Main Forces scheduled to storm this facility?" Skipper inquired.
Kowalski responded, "Once the Colonel receives the map of this facility, the Manjuu Marines will likely flood this place like a bunch of children left unsupervised in a candy store."
Skipper sported a cheeky grin on his beak. "I have no doubt," he chuckled, before reverting to his commanding tone. "After you transmit the downloaded map, inform Colonel Madjuu that we will be entering first. We will commence the initial operation while awaiting the arrival of the Manjuu Marine reinforcements."
Kowalski nodded. "Transmitting your message now, Sir."
"Good... keep me informed if Colonel Madjuu issues any further orders," Skipper instructed.
"Yes, Sir."
Following the confirmation, Skipper tapped on the wall where a square opening resembling a ventilation shaft was located. "Rico, report," he whispered.
Rico's head emerged from the ventilation shaft. "Skipper, the ventilation shaft is wide enough for all four of us to move through. Sir."
"Excellent." Skipper turned to Kowalski. "Kowalski?"
Kowalski stood up from his seated position and reported, "Sir, the data has been successfully downloaded, and Colonel Madjuu has approved our plan for initial entry."
Upon hearing this, Skipper recalled Private. "Private."
"Yes, Skipper?"
"Return here. We're about to engage in action."
Private responded with giddy enthusiasm, "Aye-aye, Skipper!"
Once everyone had gathered, Skipper briefed the team on their plan of action.
"Alright boys, we're going in first before the Marines arrive and blow up anything that doesn't look remotely human," Skipper began, but Private's inquisitive nature interrupted him.
"Oh, oh... Skipper," Private interjected, waving a hand/wing.
"Yes, Private?" Skipper said, slightly annoyed.
"But Skipper, the Siren Minions look quite human from a distance, with tight shorts and latex tops – well, everything about their clothing seems to be latex."
"If you add a stripper pole, they'd have all the 'goodies' like the others," Kowalski added with a suggestive tone.
Rico then produced a 'Playboy Magazine' featuring a model in a bunny-girl latex outfit and pointed at it. "Like this... guys," he offered.
"Pretty much, Rico," Private and Kowalski agreed.
The three Manjuus then began to flip through the pages of the 'Playboy Magazine', their expressions mirroring those of horny birds as they ogled the models.
Skipper watched his men (Manjuu) momentarily devolve into a group of seemingly horny teenagers, their focus completely derailed.
He snatched the magazine from Rico's grasp and rolled it up. "Alright, enough with the sexy distractions. We still have some Sirens to kick with."
"Got it, Sir," the three nodded in unison.
"Good." Skipper said with satisfaction, looking at them in preparation. He then pointed at Rico.
Rico, understanding the unspoken command, produced and held up a bag full of C-4 explosives. "Kaboom?" he inquired, as if seeking confirmation from Skipper.
"Yes, Rico. We go 'Kaboom' with these Sirens." He then gestured towards Private.
Private hefted his M4A1 Carbine Rifle, ensuring a full magazine was locked and cocked. "Locked and loaded, Sir," he reported.
"Very good." Skipper then smirked at Kowalski.
"I've gained access to the CCTV cameras inside the room. It appears there are a dozen Executor-Class Sirens classified as Explorer Mk-1s. Siren Minions are also patrolling the area, but there are several spots where we can blend into the shadows," Kowalski informed them.
"Excellent. Maintain control of those CCTV cameras. We don't want to be caught in the act as we sneak around behind those Sirens," Skipper instructed.
Kowalski gave a crisp salute. "Yes, Sir."
"Okay, boys... let's get this show on the road," Skipper remarked, signaling the start of their operation to stealthily approach the Sirens from the rear.
Within the ventilation shaft, the Elite Manjuu team carefully crawled their way towards the location where the remaining Sirens had barricaded themselves, their weapons trained on the main door, anticipating anyone foolish enough to walk into their ambush.
Kowalski fiddled with his hand-held laptop. "All clear, Sir. The CCTV cameras are not pointed in the direction of our entry."
"Good... Private." Skipper gave the signal to remove the railings covering the ventilation shaft.
Private nodded and slowly lifted the cover, taking extreme care not to create any noise that could compromise their operation. Rico stood ready to jump from the shaft upon command.
"Rico, go," Skipper whispered.
Rico nodded and silently dropped from the ventilation shaft. Upon landing, he immediately rolled towards the nearest table, narrowly avoiding a passing Siren Minion.
Peeking cautiously from behind the table, Rico scanned for any other approaching Sirens. Once he confirmed the coast was clear, he looked up at the ventilation shaft and radioed, "All clear."
"Private, Kowalski, go, go, go," Skipper urged, tapping them on the shoulder.
Private was the first to jump, followed closely by Kowalski. Skipper was the last to descend. They all rolled towards the table where Rico was concealed.
'Kowalski,' Skipper mouthed, gesturing in a specific direction.
"If we proceed in a straight line, Sir, we will encounter a door made of a glass-like material, but it's actually some sort of stained glass with a hexagonal pattern. That is our target," Kowalski explained.
"Alright, we're moving in."
The Manjuus moved swiftly through the shadows and along the edges of the dimly lit room, the low lighting contributing to the overall eerie Siren aesthetic.
After a series of careful maneuvers, utilizing every available piece of cover, they finally reached their target.
"Umm... Skipper? How are we going to open it?" Private whispered.
Skipper turned to his right. "Kowalski, anal—"
Kowalski interjected, cutting him off. "It will open in a short moment."
As he spoke, the door silently slid upwards, revealing the interior.
Skipper and Private both stared up at the unconventional sliding door. "Huh? So that's how it works, huh?"
Skipper shook off his surprise and ordered the Manjuus to enter the room, which appeared to be a laboratory.
"Alright, weird vials, a strange table cluttered with various experimental equipment, and stacks of paper reports. This is the Siren Laboratory. We've hit the jackpot, boys," Skipper announced.
"Scatter, boys, and find anything that the 'Doctor of a Scientist' instructed us to locate," Skipper ordered.
Skipper and Kowalski positioned themselves at the table, meticulously gathering the Siren Report Papers. Unable to decipher the Siren alphabet, they operated on a simple principle: lengthy paragraphs likely contained important information.
"Are you certain about this, Skipper? I mean, there's far too much to fit into our bags," Kowalski pointed out, gesturing to the towering stacks of documents.
Skipper replied, "I'll let that Doctor sort through it himself. I really hate being in this place.... It gives me the creeps just being here."
"Yes, me too, Sir," Kowalski agreed, echoing the unsettling feeling that permeated the room.
Just as he finished speaking, they all heard the distinct sound of footsteps slowly approaching their position. Without wasting a single second that could jeopardize their operation, they quickly concealed themselves in a dark corner.
One of the Humanoid Sirens walked by.
The Manjuus, hidden in the shadows, cautiously followed her. As they stalked the Siren, they stumbled upon an unexpected and disturbing sight.
In the center of the dimly lit room, illuminated by a single overhead light, was a medical bed. Strapped down to the bed by metal restraints lay a man who appeared to have been completely drained of life force. The man in question had been milked dry, utterly and completely.
"You know what to do, boys," Skipper instructed, tapping Private and Rico on the shoulders.
Both Private and Rico moved silently through the shadows, intent on tackling the lone Siren Minion who was walking towards the medical bed and the man.
Before the Siren Minion could get any closer to the man, the Manjuus executed a swift and silent assassination. Private leaped out of the shadows and wrapped a wire around the Siren Minion's neck. Simultaneously, Rico moved in low and tripped the Siren.
As the Siren fell to the ground, Skipper, wielding a silenced pistol, aimed it at her forehead. With a single, quiet pull of the trigger, the Siren's movements ceased, a small spurt of blood blooming around the bullet hole.
"Nicely executed, boys, nicely executed," Skipper congratulated them.
"Thank you, Skipper," Private replied, clearly pleased with their teamwork.
Skipper then turned his attention to Kowalski. "Kowalski, anything about the man?"
Kowalski was at the medical bed, looking down at the man, analyzing his condition. "Hmm, the man has been completely drained, by the looks of it."
"What do you mean by that?" Skipper asked, jumping onto the edge of the medical bed for a closer look.
"Just as I said, Sir. The man has been totally sucked dry," Kowalski reiterated, gesturing towards the man's emaciated form.
"Whoa... that guy has been totally sucked dry by the Sirens," Private exclaimed in surprise.
"So all of that sperm in the jars belonged to this man," Skipper surmised, pointing towards the shelf and then back at the man.
"Seems likely, Sir," Kowalski confirmed.
"What are we going to do with him now, Skipper?" Private asked.
Skipper rubbed his chin/beak in contemplation. "We can't just leave him here, but we also can't risk bringing him with us and jeopardizing our mission... We'll just have to wait for the main force to arrive, and then we can rescue this man."
The other two nodded in agreement. "Good observation, Sir," Kowalski added.
As the three discussed their plan to save the man, Rico, once again, wandered off towards a heavy metal door.
"Sir," Rico called out.
The other three looked at Rico as he pointed towards the heavy metal door, partially obscured by the dim lighting in the room.
Skipper walked over to Rico and shook him by the shoulders. "Don't wander off without us knowing, Rico. We're in a Siren facility."
"Alright – Kowalski, anything about this door?" Skipper inquired.
Kowalski quickly pulled out his laptop and consulted the 3D map of the facility. "I don't know, Sir... it doesn't show anything about that door on the map."
"A secret door, huh?" Skipper muttered to himself, a hint of intrigue in his voice.
After a moment of contemplation, Skipper grinned. "Alright, boys, we're going in! We're embarking on an adventure behind that door that holds the unknown."
"Yes, Sir!" the other three responded with varying degrees of excitement.
"Kowalski, anal—" Before Skipper could finish his usual command, Kowalski was already on the task.
Kowalski analyzed the lock mechanism. It took him only a second to identify it. "Sir. I believe this is an combination Lock'."
"combination password???" Skipper repeated, surprised.
"Yes, Sir. It utilizes a high-definition of password," Kowalski explained.
"What now, Skipper?" Private asked.
"Put any numbers in the alphabet in that encryption code." Skipper orders.
"Are you sure this will work, Sir?" Kowalski asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.
"Nah... I don't know.... Maybe," Skipper trailed off, sounding equally uncertain.
To their surprise, it worked. The Heavy Metal Door silently slid open after the eye scanner successfully scanned the deceased Siren's eye.
"Sorry if I doubted you, Sir," Kowalski apologized.
"Apology accepted, Kowalski ."
"Alright, move out," Skipper ordered, and everyone cautiously entered the newly revealed passage.
The Manjuus moved into the unknown room, which was absent from the facility's digital map. As before, they stuck to the shadows and corners, utilizing any available cover.
The room was filled with rows of Sci-Fi-esque Incubator Chambers. Inside each chamber, a Siren fetus floated suspended in a viscous liquid. These were not human fetuses but distinctly Siren in appearance.
The Siren Minions, they realized, were hybrids between humans and Sirens, the result of the Sirens' experiments to rapidly expand their forces.
"What the hell is this place?" Skipper asked, his mouth agape in shock.
Kowalski spoke, a slight tremor in his voice. "I-I think this is what the Doctor wa-wanted us to find, Sir."
"What do you mean, Kowalski?" Private asked, also visibly shaken by the disturbing discovery.
"The existence of this room is the reason why this facility was prioritized," Kowalski explained grimly.
Skipper cursed under his breath. "Madafaka... that guy got sucked dry because of these," he muttered, gesturing towards the numerous incubator chambers.
After recovering from the initial shock of their discovery behind the secret door in the Siren Lab, Skipper and his Manjuu team were now truly in the mood to unleash some 'Rico Kaboom' on the Sirens.
Strategist Mk-I stood at a panel that appeared to control the temperature and life support systems for all the incubators.
"We need to delete all the files and evacuate these," she said, gesturing towards the incubators. "These Siren fetuses are crucial for future plans against Azur Lane."
Tracker Mk-I objected. "We still have numerous breeding facilities scattered around the world. Why not just destroy this place along with all the other trash we'll leave behind?"
Strategist Mk-I dismissed Tracker Mk-I's words with a sharp tone. "Listen here... these Siren fetuses are our breakthrough in combating Azur Lane."
Unseen in the shadows, Skipper and his Manjuus listened intently to the Sirens' discussion about the fetuses within the incubators.
Strategist Mk-I continued, "These experiments of ours will surpass the ground warfare capabilities of even the Siren Minions."
(The Siren Minions were rapidly grown into adult bodies but lacked fully developed brains, which explained their 'Stormtrooper' level accuracy despite their sheer numbers. Our Ground Troops have been having a field day shooting them like deer.)
"Alright... I get your point," Tracker Mk-I conceded, albeit reluctantly. "Still, this whole operation of transferring all these incubators to our other bases is a pain."
"Just do your job and stop complaining," Strategist Mk-I snapped.
Tracker Mk-I, outranked, followed the order without further protest. Skipper and his team shadowed her movements.
Rico was itching to initiate violence as the Siren moved away from the other Siren in the room.
"No, Rico," Skipper stopped him before he could put a hole in the Siren. "I have a plan," he whispered.
"Kowalski, prepare the tracking device," Skipper commanded.
"Yes, Sir." Kowalski quickly prepared a small tracking device. "Tracking device is all set and ready, Sir." She tossed it to Skipper.
"Rico.... You know the drill," Skipper said, tossing the device to Rico.
Rico, his remaining brain cells finally engaged, understood the instruction. "Yes, Sir," he affirmed and dashed through the rows of incubators.
He concealed himself behind one of the incubators where Tracker Mk-I was lifting a chamber containing a fully grown Siren Minion.
Moving with incredible speed, almost faster than the eye could track, he attached the tracking device to the metal frame holding the cylindrical glass tube of the incubator.
Tracker Mk-I remained oblivious to the device now attached to her cargo. She stepped into a shimmering purple portal, which instantly transported her to another Siren Base.
As Strategist Mk-I was left alone in the room after Tracker Mk-I's departure, Skipper and his team seized the opportunity to eliminate the remaining Siren.
Skipper and his Manjuus were positioned above Strategist Mk-I, peering down at her from a ventilation shaft.
"Alright, boys... our hot mama is all alone, and you already know what to do..." Skipper said with a cheeky undertone.
"Private, I want you locked 'n loaded."
Private responded eagerly, "I'm locked and loaded, Skipper!"
"Good... Rico."
Rico produced his KA-BAR knife, a glint of primal intent in his eyes. "Ready, Sir."
"Good... Kowalski."
Kowalski checked the security camera feeds on his laptop. "Ready, Sir."
"Good... hit the music."
Kowalski played a track on his laptop, the music feeding into their comms. "Also ready, Sir!"
-Shit about to get gruesome, so.... Listen to this music as the massacre continues down below-
Rico, true to his nature, chose immediate violence. He leaped down from the ventilation shaft above Strategist Mk-I, his KA-BAR knife held high. Strategist Mk-I was completely unaware of the danger descending upon her. In the blink of an eye, Rico landed on her and stabbed her repeatedly in the chest.
Strategist Mk-I screamed in pain as the one-brain-celled Manjuu's knife pierced her flesh. Recovering from the initial shock, she grabbed Rico and slammed him into the control panel.
Rico's small Manjuu body bounced off the control panel with a series of squeaky noises.
Skipper and Private simultaneously rappelled down from the ventilation shaft, their M4A1 rifles blazing at the Siren. Strategist Mk-I clutched her bleeding chest and retaliated by firing one of her Plasma Cannons.
The plasma blast severed the ropes that Skipper and Private were using to fast-rope. Both Manjuus plummeted to the ground, emitting startled squeaks upon impact.
Strategist Mk-I was about to unleash another shot from her Plasma Cannon, but Kowalski, perched above, prevented it by firing his Bolt Action Sniper Rifle L96A1, a single well-placed shot hitting its mark.
Rico, having just recovered from being thrown against the control panel, grabbed the AT-4 anti-tank weapon he carried on his back. Amidst the chaos and close-quarters fighting, he aimed the weapon.
Strategist Mk-I saw the ominous green aluminum tube pointing directly at her. Reacting quickly, she threw up her Force Field to block the incoming anti-tank round.
"Eat Freedom!" Rico yelled as he pulled the trigger, unleashing the explosive projectile.
The force of the anti-tank round's detonation shook the hastily erected Force Field. Strategist Mk-I stumbled backward as her protective barrier flickered and broke. She cursed aloud, humiliated at being outmaneuvered by mere Manjuus.
"Damn you Chickens!" she shrieked in fury.
"Umm, Skipper. I think we made her angry," Private observed nervously, having clearly heard her enraged outburst.
"Nah, ignore it. Women are always like that," Skipper reassured him flippantly. "Now open fire!"
Both Skipper and Private unleashed a hail of bullets from their M4A1 rifles. Spent casings rained onto the floor as the relentless barrage pinned Strategist Mk-I against the corner of the room.
Strategist Mk-I was unable to forcefully reactivate her Force Field, still weakened from Rico's AT-4 blast.
Speaking of Rico... he had already finished reloading the AT-4 with another anti-tank round. With a triumphant cry, he fired again.
Strategist Mk-I, trapped and cornered, could do little more than try to return fire. However, her attempt was cut short by another anti-tank round slamming directly into her head.
Siren blood and brain matter splattered across the walls and floor of the room in a gruesome aftermath of the powerful blast.
"Good job, Rico. You blew that bitch's head like a watermelon," Skipper complimented him with a morbid chuckle.
"Thank you, Skipper," Rico replied, still holding the AT-4 in a ready-to-fire position.
"What about me? I did my best too, Skipper," Private chimed in, eager for recognition.
Skipper turned his attention to Private and affectionately pinched both of his cheeks. "You cute son of a bitch, you did your best too."
"Thank you, Skipper," Private said, now beaming with pride at the acknowledgment.
"Kowalski, status report," Skipper called out.
Kowalski, who had been positioned above, slid down the rope. Upon reaching the ground, he detached the rope and walked towards Skipper to deliver his report.
"Skipper, Sir, the main force is currently en route." Just as Kowalski finished speaking, muffled explosions and gunfire could be heard from the other side of the room.
"Yeah... seems like it..." Skipper muttered, acknowledging the sounds of the approaching reinforcements.
"What now, Skipper?" Private asked.
"Let's greet them with style," Skipper declared with a grin.
"What about the guy over there?" Kowalski asked, pointing towards a door at the back of the room, referring to the restrained man on the medical bed.
"Let's take care of that first, before we make our fashionable greetings," Skipper decided.
The Manjuus nodded in agreement and quickly discussed their plan. "Alright, what are you standing there for? Go! Go save that guy over there," Skipper urged.
"Yes, Sir!" they responded, moving with renewed purpose.
The Manjuus then began to assist the man who was still restrained on the medical bed. They quickly removed the restraints and waited for the main force to arrive.
"Hey there, bud, we came back for you," Private said to the still-conscious man who had been drained by the Sirens.
"Do not worry, young man, America is here to save the day!" Skipper proclaimed theatrically at the rescued man.
The emaciated man heard them but couldn't fully comprehend their words. However, he felt a wave of relief, the terror that had haunted him every minute finally beginning to recede.
Kowalski, ever observant, noticed a slight movement in the man's lips, as if he were attempting to curve them into a smile.
"Skipper, I think the man is happy about us rescuing him, Sir," Kowalski pointed out.
Skipper looked at the man again. "Be glad, then... even in this dark room, there is still a glimmer of hope."
"Alright then, let's go meet the main force, bois."
Skipper and his elite Manjuu team positioned themselves at the door, awaiting the arrival of the main contingent of Marine Manjuus.
"Remember, boys, smile and wave, just smile and wave—"
Before Skipper could finish his motivational speech, the glass door of the Siren lab exploded inward, a Humanoid Siren's body hurtling through the shattered remains. Amidst the smoke and debris, a woman in a white dress with bunny ears emerged, carrying what could only be described as a high-volume freedom planter.
Skipper broke the stunned silence, his and his team's expressions a mixture of awe and disbelief at the unprecedented entrance.
"Well hello there, Miss Beautiful. Looks like you came a little late for the fun---"
Before Skipper could once again finish his sentence, a high-heeled shoe slammed into his face, pinning him unceremoniously to the ground.
"Skipper!!!" his team cried out in unison, their voices filled with concern.
Laffey-200, clearly unhappy at having missed the primary targets, shifted her heel, intending to inflict further pain on the unfortunate Manjuu. To her surprise, however...
Skipper seemed to be enjoying the unexpected greeting, particularly the view from his current prone position. "Yes... squeeze me with those heels of yours." he mumbled with a strange sort of delight.