( [ American Wrath ] by Index )
"Taste my Judgement!"
With a decisive, downward strike of Zumwalt's Katana, Orochi's bow cleanly separated from its hull.
It was such a clean cut that the Sirens' mouths hung open in disbelief at the stranger who had appeared out of nowhere, made such a dramatic entrance, and then sliced Orochi as if it were paper on a sharp blade. The force of that cut rippled through the water, raising plumes in its wake.
The act was both disrespectful and a blatant display of aura-farming.
The Sirens remained utterly silent, stunned by the unknown intruder who had made such a Hollywood-esque introduction with a boss landing.
"Now... that is a challenge," he mused, after effortlessly slicing a ship twice the size of a Container Ship as if it were nothing.
Upon his landing, water rippled and plumes rose, following the severing of Orochi's bow from its hull. The instantaneous explosion was then followed by a deafening silence from the Sirens, as they were all caught entirely off-guard.
"Who-who are you? You're one of those Modern Kansens!" one of the Executors exclaimed in utter surprise at his dramatic entrance.
Strategist Mk-III quickly initiated an analysis through the Siren Data File to identify the entity who had so easily split Orochi's bow from its hull with ease.
"No. I can't find any of his data through our existing files collected on the Modern Kansens. This... one... it-it's new. I've never seen anything about its weaponry before," she stated, her voice booming with clear concern.
The Executor-Class Sirens raised their weapons at him; the surrounding Siren Ships followed suit. Plasma Cannons and AA-Guns pointed menacingly in his direction.
Zumwalt calmly surveyed his surroundings, his expression remaining stoic. The guns were of no concern; they were merely another challenge in his pursuit of power and recognition of his inherent superiority.
"Quite a warm welcome... just as I expect from a challenge and a mere pest that has rotted this world," Zumwalt said, adding a theatrical flair to his words.
"You're an odd one," Strategist Mk-III stated, her tone stern. "You cut Orochi's bow with ease, and you landed right in the middle of us with a perfectly calm face."
Zumwalt only smirked at her remark.
"And you're a bold one, intending to greet us with such a surprise. Who are you... I've never seen you in the Siren Data Files, but your Rigging screams that you're one of those Summoned Kansens, or what everyone calls them: Modern Kansens."
"Kansen?" Zumwalt echoed. "Yes, I do remember that moniker. Is that what they call us?"
"Yes," Strategist Mk-III quickly responded.
Zumwalt looked down at his Katana, then back at the Siren he was conversing with. "Then, I guess I'm your opponent."
"FIRE!" Strategist Mk-III bellowed, ordering the rest of the Sirens to open fire on him.
Zumwalt maintained his calm posture, his smirk unwavering. His onboard Aegis System had already calculated every incoming trajectory. His hull shape wasn't just for stealth and avoiding detection; its steep, sharp angles meant he didn't even need more power to push himself off the water. If he were to use his full strength, he could dash out of their sight in an instant, before the Sirens could even blink.
Sparks of lightning materialized around his Rigging and body. He quickly assumed a stance, then *Spoof*—he vanished from the Sirens' sights.
"Whe-where is he?!" Strategist Mk-III roared, having seen only a flash of lightning where he had stood moments before.
As for the answer, it was delivered to them in eerie sound of 'shing'.
One of Orochi's forward-mounted Plasma Cannons was sliced precisely where it sat, followed by a cut through the entire hull of Orochi itself. Zumwalt had carved through Orochi's hull in the blink of an eye, the only indication of his lightning-fast attack being the subsequent explosion.
"There he is!" one of the Executors shouted, pointing.
A lone Executor believed she had caught him. As he sheathed his Katana after the attack, she mistakenly thought his stance was a cool-down period after an excessive assault.
Foolishly, she attacked him. "Gotcha off-guard this time! No magic tricks for you!"
"I expected a fool would assume such... weaknesses..." Zumwalt murmured, his voice cutting through the chaos.
"Stay away from him, he's dangerous!" Strategist Mk-III ordered the Executor, commanding her not to rush at him.
Zumwalt's Rail Gun swiveled to face the charging Siren. The 155mm AGS (Advanced Gun System) pointed directly at her, its barrel glimmering with electricity and raw "power."
A Force-Field was hastily activated in a frantic attempt to correct the mistake she had just made. She wouldn't have to repeat it, cause she's dead in an instance.
From the 155mm AGS Gun, an HVP (Hypervelocity Projectile) Round was fired. The impact shattered the defenses she had raised to protect herself. The tip of the HVP Round pierced the Force-Field as if it were treating mere glass.
Her defense was penetrated, and so was she.
She hadn't expected her formidable defense to shatter like fragile glass. Now, she had a grim, first-person view of her own demise, unplanned and unexpected, at the hands of a man of absolute stoicism and mystery.
After seeing the foolish Siren who had dared to attack him fall, it was merely one more target removed from his roster.
"Foolish Girl .... Assuming you can parry my attack, how foolish. My 155mm AGS Gun shoots Hypervelocity Rounds made of the hardest metal: 'Tungsten.' No armor, no hardened defenses can survive this potent attack from long range. I pity your stupidity, but I respect your optimism for a glimmer of hope."
That was the most profound mix of respect and disrespect she had ever received from an opponent, but a respect nonetheless.
Once again, the Sirens fell silent, stunned by the astonishing speed, capability, and raw power the new Kansen had displayed before them.
First, they had heard silence, then chaos had followed. He was not wrong about his earlier introduction, that he was "The Calm, before the Storm."
Their silence was then shattered by a sonic boom overhead as a Siren Plane dove in for an attack. But unexpectedly, that plane was sliced cleanly in half and crashed into the water below. The rippling explosion finally woke them from their daze.
"Are you going to stand there with mouths agape, or are you going to do something?" Zumwalt asked the stunned Sirens, his voice cutting through their shock.
Strategist Mk-III clenched her fist and barked an order to the rest. "Shoot him!"
The Sirens resumed their fire, but every shot missed due to his incredible agility and speed, coupled with the Electronic Countermeasures (ECMs) at play. Some projectiles were deflected or sliced by his Katana with blinding quickness.
"Shit, he's fast, and our numbers are dwindling with each attack he makes," Strategist Mk-III murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
"What then? The second wave won't come for another hour," Breaker Mk-III asked, urgency in her tone.
The Second Wave was when the Sirens opened another portal or teleported an entire Siren Fleet in one swift move. This was only the first wave, and their forces were dwindling with every lingering moment against the unstoppable Kansen who appeared, cutting their numbers down like grass.
"We can't wait that long; we will be annihilated before the second wave commences," Strategist Mk-III declared, her voice stern and commanding. "Recall Orochi heading for mainland Eagle Union."
"Are you sure? The attacking force off the Shores of Mainland Eagle Union will be short on Firepower if we recall their Orochi to our side," Breaker Mk-III spoke her mind, voicing her objection.
Strategist Mk-III grabbed her by the collar and pointed at the sinking, inoperable Orochi. "Can you see that?! How can we win without an Orochi? He took one down right before our eyes, and we can't do a thing. And here he is, wreaking havoc on our ranks!"
She said exasperatedly, gesturing toward Zumwalt, who was thoroughly wrecking the Siren numbers as if he were cutting tall grasses with his Katana.
Zumwalt leaped from Siren Ship-to-Siren Ship, slicing them cleanly in half like Tatami Mattresses. From Plasma Cannons to the Siren Ship's hull itself, he left no chance for any Siren Ships to float or fight back. He truly ensured their complete destruction.
Zumwalt advanced through the onslaught, weaving between plasma rounds, dodging railgun blasts, and cleaving through enemy hulls as if performing a dance. His every movement had purpose. Grace. Precision.
Another Executor screamed, only to be silenced in a flash of light and steel. He moved like lightning. No — faster.
Each strike from his Katana sent a wave of energy surging outward, splitting water and metal alike. Entire Siren destroyers were cut in two as if they were paper dolls. One unlucky cruiser attempted to ram him — it exploded before it even made contact, its rigging bisected vertically down the center.
The metals of the Siren Ships proved utterly inoperable when faced with the sharp blade of Zumwalt's Katana. His Katana didn't merely cut through Siren Ships; it also confronted the Humanoid Sirens, mostly the Executors.
One of the Siren Minions onboard a Siren Ship fired a weapon at him. In response, he summoned a Metal Folding Chair and simply whacked her with it.
( IMAGE )
He reasoned that she didn't deserve to face his blade or his weaponry; a Metal Folding Chair would suffice for her level of strength.
In the words of a "Chad," she was weak and unworthy of his blade, only the Metal Folding Chair would do.
No one argued, as it genuinely hurt to get "Bury the Light" with a Metal Folding Chair.
After dispatching the last known Siren minion, Zumwalt felt an unsettling emptiness in the challenge. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and the task felt effortlessly easy. In the words of a Ship born from the Military Industrial Complex and stringent Navy requirements, it was "insufficient," if he were to voice his true opinion.
Zumwalt stopped, standing atop the wreckage of Orochi's shattered bow. The battlefield fell into an eerie silence once more. Flames flickered atop the water. Smoke billowed into the sky. Broken hulls sank beneath the waves.
He spoke again — calmly, as if narrating a tragedy.
"The level of these Sirens is meager compared to what I perceived... such weaklings can make humanity quake in its boots. How pathetic..."
Zumwalt lamented, a sense of profound disappointment coloring his presumed empty accomplishment.
He gazed around with a look of superiority as Siren shipwrecks littered the ocean surface, dark smoke billowing upwards. The sight of devastation left him feeling hollow, as no one had managed to push him to the limits of his capabilities.
Back on Earth, he often had to restrain his stealth and power, never truly firing his weapons in full anger, only in mock battles and exercises. Back then, no one knew the true extent of his potential. Now, in this world without any limitation and regulation, he felt shallow, as there was nothing that could awaken his true power.
"All of these deaths and destruction were for nothing... puny... I am disappointed beyond measurable; my motivation is ruined," he declared, lamenting his overwhelming capabilities.
As his attention was fixed on the burning wreckage, multiple Executor-Class Sirens appeared behind him. Breaker Mk-I, Mk-II, and Mk-IIIs materialized, their faces unreadable.
Like him, they felt utterly humiliated. A Kansen of unknown origin had just appeared and cut down their numbers as if it were a matter of no concern. And like him, they were now thoroughly motivated to destroy him.
He turned and faced them. "A challenger," he muttered to himself, understanding their intent.
From their eight Plasma Cannons, beam sabers extended from the end of each barrel, giving them eight glowing plasma beam sabers. The configuration was reminiscent of "General Grievous", but they possessed eight to his mere four lightsabers.
One of the Breaker Mk-IIIs pointed at him. "You..."
Zumwalt met her gaze and pointing finger, not flinching from his spot.
"Your skills exceed that of the Sakuran Empire Shipgirls. You must be one of them... but your attitude and pride differ from any Sakuran we have recorded. Who are you?"
'Sakurans...? That must be the Japanese of this world...' Zumwalt thought to himself, rubbing his chin.
"I don't know what Shipgirls you are referring to," he said, turning to face her fully. "I am here for a cause... either the one who summoned me heeds my yearning for power, or 'it' just wanted me to eradicate all who poison this world. I'd say I'm here to stop you."
"You were summoned by her to this world for that purpose... we can't let you hinder our plan of invasion and eradication of the human race," Breaker Mk-III declared, pointing her Plasma Beam at him. "But as for you, you're just a footnote in the history of this world."
"Footnote?"
That single word ignited something deep within him. To be relegated to a mere 'footnote' in the history of naval warfare, Zumwalt was built with such power, and that mockery stirred a profound anger within him.
"Footnote! Let's see who will be marked in history as being a footnote!" that raised some brows.
Zumwalt assumed a stance, his sheathed Katana poised at his side. "I'll make sure my name will be etched into history, not a mere footnote."
"Oh, did I struck a nerve." Breaker Mk-III taunted. "Let's see about that—"
Before Breaker Mk-III could finish her sentence, her left side vanished in a blink of an eye. Sparks flew as her four Plasma Cannons with Plasma beams, and a large chunk of her Rigging, were cleanly cleaved off by Zumwalt.
Poking the man is the worst thing she ever did.
"Im-Impossible!" Breaker Mk-III cried out in disbelief.
"No... it wasn't. This is my power. The power that was concealed for everyone's good, now unleashed... and no one dares to stand in its way, and it will mark in history." Zumwalt stated, his gaze fixed on her.
Before Breaker Mk-III could fully grasp the extent of her damage, she plunged into the sea, her vision drowned by the ocean. Moments later, chunks of body parts fell into the water. It was the other Breakers Mk-Is and Mk-IIs.
The other Executor Class Sirens, Breaker Mk-I and Mk-II, immediately resumed combat with Zumwalt.
Above the surface, multiple Breaker Mk-II and Mk-I engaged him in sword play. It wasn't as intense as he was expecting, but the thrill he was looking for was certainly there.
Strategist Mk-II launched Siren planes, assisting the Breakers in their sword play. Oceania Mk-III joined in, like a tank with heavy firepower, unleashing everything she had on him.
Zumwalt was thrilled by the numerous opponents and couldn't help but glee in delight as the thrill of battle urged him to push even further beyond his limits.
"This is what I want! Give it to me!"
He swung his Katana, splitting one of the Breaker Mk-IIs in half. He then aimed his Rail Gun at point-blank range at the closest Siren, who had just activated its Force-Field. The result was the same: the defense the Siren put up shattered like broken glass in the face of the Tungsten core of the HVPs.
He then swiftly threw his Metal Folding Chair at the face of one of the Oceania Mk-IIIs. It wasn't grit, just for the trolls.
The Metal Folding Chair planted firmly on her face, causing her aim to go sideways, accidentally hitting the other Executors beside her.
Removing the embedded Metal Chair from her face, Oceania Mk-III fumed with anger. "Why you little! I'll make you pay!"
Her fuming ended abruptly as she and the rest of the Sirens were sliced and diced like a Domino's Pizza.
Zumwalt didn't care about the Sirens' whining; he was at the peak of his motivation, systematically eliminating the Sirens. Whether it was metal or flesh, nothing escaped his blade.
One of the Breaker Mk-IIs managed to block his incoming blade, which shimmered under the sun. Sparks flew, accompanied by a profound shockwave ripping through the air.
"Damn, he's strong." She gritted her teeth, feeling the sheer force bearing down upon her. "Too... strong..."
Breaker Mk-II was being completely overpowered by Zumwalt's Blade; no Plasma Beam Saber could stall the blade of judgment cutting through the injustice.
"You blocked it," he commented, his tone bland, devoid of any hint of amazement.
"Damn you... how can you be this strong...? What are you?" she demanded, questioning the very means of his existence. As a Siren, she and the rest had never felt this humiliated by a single Kansen using only his blades and guns, without the expensive explosions typically seen from other Modern Kansens.
"You're quite different from the rest."
"Rest?" That word piqued his interest. "There are more than me? ...Where are they?"
"How would I know!" Breaker Mk-II shouted.
He lost interest in questioning her further, deciding to finish her off. "Your value no longer exists."
"What—" that caught her off-guard.
Zumwalt then increased his force, shattering her plasma beam saber as if it were a mere toy against his sharp blade. The force he exerted cut her completely in half, sending her severed pieces spiraling down into the depths below.
"What the hell is wrong with this guy? How is he maintaining that nonchalant demeanor, as if nothing exists?" one of the Oceania Sirens exclaimed.
"No shit. He is faster than anything we can track. What is up with him? His sword techniques were not in any of the Sakuran data files," another Siren echoed, sharing the same problem.
"He is a new one... everything about his movements is new and undocumented," Strategist Mk-II commented.
"Not just that," another Strategist Mk-II added. "He is more of a challenger seeker than the other Modern Kansens."
"Bastard is too edgy!!!!" Explorer Mk-II shouted, as Zumwalt's introverted nature struck them more profoundly than his few lines of dialogue and slashing blades.
"Do you have to say that out loud!" the other Executors echoed, their voices filled with disbelief.
Tracker Mk-I had never expected to draw their attention, that statement sounding utterly wrong to their ears.
A sound of sheathing and broken glass resonated, diverting all their gazes upwards. Zumwalt had just completed his finishing move on the Breaker Mk-I and Mk-IIs; chunks of Siren Rigging plummeted from above, falling in wrecked pieces to where they had been levitating.
Above them, he stood proudly with his boxy, sharp-edged Rigging. The sun cast a shadow over him, making him appear as a champion or deity, surveying his accomplishment.
The remaining Sirens felt a wave of dread as they watched all the Executor Class Breakers falling in chunks, severed into pieces. A new, profound fear gripped them.
"Judgement cut..."
That attack echoed through their ears, followed by the shattering reality that the rest were dead.
"Seems like his attention is on us now," Strategist Mk-III said, her voice laced with grim resignation.
As everyone's attention focused on him, another attack came. It wasn't from him, but from something else, something much bigger. Where he had been floating, Zumwalt was nowhere to be seen after a concentrated Laser Beam was unleashed like hell itself. The air around the impact point shimmered from the intense heat, the water vaporized into steam, and the remaining surface boiled beyond what any teapot could handle.
The gawked Sirens blinked in surprise. They had never sensed its presence nor its radar signature, giving them the brief illusion that he had been taken out by the massive attack. After the blast, everyone quickly turned their heads to the direction the attack came from. To their relief, it was one of the Orochi they had recalled.
The towering sight of Orochi and its formidable Plasma Cannons shimmered under the sun. Smoke emanated from the end of its muzzle after firing the concentrated blast that could easily devastate an entire section of an island, or simply wipe out a smaller one.
"Orochi is here! We've won!" Tracker Mk-I rejoiced, a burst of triumphant hope in her voice.
"Orochi finished him off... We finally got him," Strategist Mk-III declared, overjoyed that he was seemingly gone.
Orochi towed its own fleet as it came to their rescue. Like children receiving candy, the Sirens celebrated in delight. But all their celebration shattered like Lego blocks falling on solid ground as soon as they heard his voice.
Doubt permeated their core once again, despite their belief that Zumwalt had been dealt with by that earlier attack. To their horror, it seemed he had survived, with no damage or even a scratch on his Rigging's paint.
They all turned their heads in unison, cricking like rusted joints refusing to turn.
"No... it-it can't be... he's alive!"
In the Far Distance, a Motivation Away
Zumwalt stood, floating amidst lingering smoke, yet no damages could be seen anywhere on him. That focused Plasma Beam should have ended him there, but his Aegis Combat System had warned him about the incoming attack. The smoke emanating from him was merely the air vaporized by the extreme heat from the concentrated plasma beam. All in all, he was perfectly fine.
"Intriguing... that attack was more powerful than the other one, and based on its composition... it was a highly condensed power," Zumwalt assessed the attack that had been thrown at him.
"How... interesting...."
Orochi lowered its Plasma Cannons to surface elevation, followed by other Plasma Cannons of differing calibers, all pointing directly at him.
The Escorting Siren Ships did the same, their hull-mounted Plasma Cannons swiveling, their muzzles aimed squarely at him. Each barrel end shimmered as energy pulsed, preparing for an attack.
"A challenge... show me... show me the power I seek and the limitation I sought to surpass. Show me your motivation."
Zumwalt faced the fleet, outnumbered in terms of hulls and guns, but he out-leveled them with sheer power and an unyielding motivation.
His AGS Gun/Rail Gun was loaded and ready to fire. He aimed his shot, targeting Orochi's forward main gun, the AGS Gun crackled with electricity as power surges at the rails of his Magnetic Rails. In defiance, Orochi pointed its own main gun directly at him.
"Who will... prevail in this battle of strength... me... or... you...?" he squinted, his gaze fixed on his targeted aim. "Guess we'll just have to find out ourselves..."
Both of then fired their shots simultaneously: Orochi's concentrated Plasma Beam and Zumwalt's HVP, launched from his Rail Gun.
After firing, Zumwalt swiftly moved out of the way as the Hypervelocity Round flew at excessive hypersonic speeds. He dodged just in time as the focused Plasma Beam hurtled directly towards him at blinding speed.
The waters where he had been floating now boiled and vaporized into steam. The air contorted, the heat felt like standing directly next to a roaring furnace, stepping right into its intense heat.
The shot he fired pierced through the armor of the Massive Siren Ship's Forward Turret, blowing its Plasma Cannon off the bow. Now, only a few remaining were operable after that intense exchange.
"Guess I'm the one who prevails..." Even as he delivered his monologue, his onboard Aegis Combat System warned him of incoming Siren attacks.
Above him, the sky was covered by glowing lights—projectiles fired by the escorting Siren Ships. He gripped the handle of his Katana tightly; his onboard system tracked them all. With exact and precise calculations, he dashed forward and moved, left and right, to avoid the raining shells. Those that were lucky enough to get close were sliced by his sharp blade.
He moved swiftly, leaving afterimages in his leaping motion, the water he once stood on rippling without him ever truly touching the surface. He was there for only milliseconds, then gone, as he phased through the water at the speed of sound.
Orochi and its entourage of Siren Ships realized that this was no mere Modern Kansen with all the usual flair; this one brought a storm, along with its own aura of unyielding power.
Orochi then quickly activated its Force-Field, covering the entire Siren Fleet in its defense against the hurling storm coming after them.
Sparks flew as Zumwalt's Katana met Orochi's Force-Field. A sonic boom followed, encompassing the two forces that collided with sheer velocity and power.
"This one... is stronger than the other one... how intriguing," he mused, noting the resilience of the translucent defense.
The Siren Ships gave him no more room for monologue or pondering as they swiftly retaliated. Explosions engulfed where he had just been, plumes of water rising as the relentless bombardment was meant to finish him off right there on that spot.
Zumwalt emerged from the other side skeeding the surface as he moves faster, having him evaded the Siren Ships' quick assault.
"It seems I underestimated such a challenge... Now... there's no holding back," he declared, his tone firm and decisive about what was about to happen to the very existence of the Siren Fleet.
The hinge doors of his Conventional Prompt Strike (CPS) Missile launchers opened. In each cylinder, three CPS Hypersonic Missiles were encased in sealed canisters.
"It is time to finish this..."
His onboard A.I. set the coordinates, transferring the target data to each Hypersonic Missile.
With a wave of his hand to his side, he commenced the attack. "Be gone, you vermin!"
Two Conventional Prompt Strike Missiles soared skyward, ascending like stars with destruction in mind. High in the stratosphere, their warheads separated from the booster bodies and glided downwards at an incredible velocity, making it seem as if meteor strikes were descending to Earth from the heavens.
The tips of the Common Hypersonic Glide Vehicles (HGVs) impacted the erected defenses that Orochi had deployed. The impact sent a shockwave that sounded like multiple thunder strikes hitting one place at the same time. The ear-shattering thunderclap reverberated throughout the surface, even making the seas ripple from its pressure.
The Force-Field that had sheltered Orochi and the accompanying Siren Ships from the immense force of Zumwalt's Hypersonic Missile Attack shattered. A mere stranger in this unknown world had managed to break their defense with ease.
"Not as hard as I thought... shame I had to use two," he remarked, a hint of lament in his voice, as he glanced over at the CPS Missile Launcher sticking out from his Rigging's left side, smoke still emitting from the broken sealed canister of the launcher.
"That doesn't matter anymore. Now, let's continue where we left off."
He dashed and leaped onto Orochi's deck, then proceeded with his signature attack. With a single stroke of his Katana, the left hull of the Trimaran separated from the main hull, followed by the bridge. Then, the entire cut section was sliced into pieces: the main Plasma Cannons flew off the hull, the bow separated from the hull, and the midsection was sliced in half.
Orochi succumbed to Zumwalt's blade. The sliced wreckage of the massive Siren Ship was a sight to behold in the Sirens' eyes. The biggest and baddest Siren Ship had fallen to a single Modern Kansen with a nonchalant expression, completely devoid of any flashy, portable suns.
Zumwalt stood on the slowly sinking bow section of Orochi, quickly sheathing his Katana after the attack. He watched as the massive Siren Ship sank beneath the waves, disintegrating into pieces and chunks, descending into Davy Jones' Locker.
"What a shame... Such potential wasted into a sinking hulk... I pity those who made such a marvel, yet lacked common sense in naval warfare. The biggest means the biggest target and the first one to succumb to such an upheaval."
He then glanced around and saw the other Siren Ships aiming at him, all their Plasma Cannons glimmering as they charged up for an attack.
"I guess defeating the boss means the annihilation of the underlings as well." Zumwalt knew the battle wasn't over yet, even though the boss was dead.
The Siren Ships continued to rain down a hail of fire on him. Explosions erupted everywhere, smoke emanated along with rising water plumes and splashes.
He leaped out from the smoke, a baffling sight to the Sirens, as he appeared completely unharmed and uninjured despite the relentless barrage the Siren Ships had unleashed upon him.
"How!—How is he still alive after all of that attack!" Strategist Mk-III cried out in disbelief.
"No need for me to stand on the sidelines watching more Siren Ships go down the waves. This Kansen has taken down two Orochis with ease... his fighting prowess isn't what's in the Modern Kansens Data Files," Dreamworld Avatar Breaker remarked.
She turned her gaze to Zumwalt, who was cutting down the Siren Ships as if grinding EXP.
"We must stop this one from hindering our plans even further... our numbers are low, but we must end it here."
She dashed forward, summoning a Beam Saber at her eight Plasma Cannons, intending to engage him in a sword fight.
As Zumwalt continued to cut down the number of Siren Ships like grass at lawn getting cut with a swing of his sword, his Aegis Combat System beeped in alarm at an incoming attack. Within seconds, the attack arrived, which he blocked with his blade. Water rippled beneath them, a sonic boom echoing through their surroundings.
Zumwalt was stopped in his track of EXP grinding and aura farming. "A new opponent... yet you look the same as the others, with just colors and aesthetics."
He commented on Dreamworld Avatar Breaker, who indeed resembled the previous Breaker Mk-IIIs but with more elaborate decorations and flashy lights.
"Don't compare me to my weakling counterpart!" she shouted, her voice filled with indignation.
Zumwalt noticed her abrupt temper; he was slightly pushed back unexpectedly. "You're putting up more of a challenge than the others... intriguing."
Both separated after their interlocked blades, their clash sending sparks flying. Both stared, seemingly assessing one another, the silence so profound that one could hear the distant cry of a seagull and the gentle crash of waves. Then, with a snap, the two exchanged blows.
Dreamworld Avatar Breaker exchanged a furious flurry of blows with Zumwalt, their blades clashing in a rapid-fire sequence of sparks and sonic ripples. Each parry and strike sent shockwaves across the water, a testament to the immense power behind their duel. Zumwalt's movements were fluid, almost nonchalant, as he deflected her furious assaults with practiced ease, his Katana a shimmering blur.
"Your resolve is admirable," Zumwalt commented, his voice flat, yet a subtle glint in his eye suggested a hint of engagement he hadn't shown before. "But your technique lacks the precision needed to overcome true power."
Dreamworld Avatar Breaker snarled, pressing her attack with renewed ferocity. "Silence! You speak of power, yet you are an anomaly! An intruder in our world of conquest!"
She unleashed a barrage of concentrated Plasma Beam slashes, aiming to overwhelm him.
Zumwalt merely weaved through the assault, his Aegis Combat System effortlessly predicting her every move. The air distorted around him as he phased in and out of sight, leaving behind only afterimages. Just as she committed to a wide, sweeping strike, he reappeared directly behind her.
"My existence is a testament to the human pursuit of power," he stated, his voice now carrying a subtle, resonating hum. "And with that pursuit of power, I was born... The power to cleave through the storm."
With a swift, decisive motion, he brought his Katana down. "You're finished."
Dreamworld Avatar Breaker let out a cry of disbelief as her body was cleanly bisected, her Rigging splitting apart before exploding into a shower of sparks and metal. Her two halves tumbled into the water, leaving no doubt of her demise.
The remaining Sirens, including Strategist Mk-III, watched in horror as their most Executors fell. The silence that followed was heavy, thick with dread.
Strategist Mk-III plunged deep into the abyss. It was a blink of an eye; her opponent didn't hold back with each strike of his blade. And she succumbed to that unmatched blade.
Zumwalt landed on the water slowly sheathing his Katana, his presence causing ripples that spread outwards. He surveyed the decimated Siren fleet, the remnants of Orochi and numerous other ships sinking into the depths. The battle had been, for him, a warm-up.
"Is this all you have to offer?" he mused, his voice echoing. "Is this the 'humanity-threatening' force I was summoned to eradicate?"
He shook his head, a hint of disappointment in his posture. "Still insufficient."
His gaze then swept across the remaining, cowering Sirens. He summoned his 'Motivational' Metal Folding Chair, the metal gleaming ominously.
Strategist Mk-III flinched at the sight of the Metal Folding Chair. She hadn't expected such an mundane item, typically used for sitting, to be wielded in battle.
"What the!—A Metal Folding Chair! What's he going to do with that?" Tracker Mk-I exclaimed in utter bewilderment.
"Is he planning to sit on something... or what?" Breaker Mk-II chimed in, just as bewildered as the rest.
Zumwalt saw the remaining three and spoke. "My blade and abilities would be wasted on such weaklings... This 'Motivational' Metal Folding Chair will suffice to match the playing field for such a level...."
"Did he just call us weak?!" Tracker Mk-I exclaimed, indignation flaring in her voice.
Strategist Mk-III remained silent, her calculations running furiously. He had called them weak, yet he had just demonstrated power far beyond anything they'd encountered. Perhaps, in a twisted sense, he was being pragmatic.
Zumwalt casually adjusted his grip on the Metal Folding Chair. "Indeed. My weapons are tools of refined judgment, meant for true challenges. You, however, are merely... a nuisance."
He then lunged, the Metal Folding Chair blurring through the air.
Tracker Mk-I barely reacted, her attempts at evasion too slow for Zumwalt's casual speed. "What was that?! Ugh! —"
The chair connected with a resounding clang against her Rigging. She reeled, stunned, her vision blurring. The Plasma Cannon that had received a direct hit crumpled from the sheer force of his swing.
"He's actually using it!" Explorer Mk-I cried, unable to comprehend the sheer audacity and effectiveness of his chosen weapon.
Zumwalt advanced, the Metal Folding Chair now a whirlwind of percussive destruction. He didn't bother with elaborate maneuvers; simple, direct swings were all it took. He casually whacked a bewildered Humanoid Siren.
He then tossed the chair, end-over-end, straight at a charging Siren Plane that Strategist Mk-III had launched, hitting its airframe and causing it to explode in mid-air.
"Did—did he just intercept my plane with a Chair?" Strategist Mk-III asked herself, as if she had gone mad from the stupendous achievements unfolding before her.
"Why isn't he using his sword?!" a panicking Explorer Mk-I screamed. "It's so much faster!"
"Because he doesn't need to!" Strategist Mk-III bellowed, her whole body quivering. "He's making a point! He's telling us we're not even worthy of his true weapons!"
Zumwalt finally stopped, the Metal Folding Chair held loosely in one hand. "The threat has been... mitigated," he mused, a sigh escaping him.
"Still, a rather underwhelming display of power. Perhaps there are greater challenges to be found in this world."
He stood amidst the wreckage, his Aegis Rigging casting a long shadow. The battle was over, but for him, the quest for a worthy challenge had only just begun.
Underneath the wreckage of Siren Ships, the two remaining Sirens silently hid, utterly defeated.
Ignoring the weak presence of the hiding Sirens, Zumwalt's gaze darted upwards to where the Osprey, carrying the others, had flown. He mused that they must have reached Washington D.C. by now. Him jumping off the craft too early to divert some of the Siren Fleet's firepower had been sufficient.
"Everyone is waiting."
Following the signal, he sailed towards that location at great speed, leaving plumes of water in his wake. He dashed forward, accelerating rapidly to catch up to them in time to save the Capital of Mainland America, or as it was known here, Eagle Union.
...
Back at the Osprey. JP Jones, Kidd and Jimmy stood in line for a Halo Jump, without a parachute.
JP Jones and Jimmy were both geared in combat with Kevlar Vest with 9 extra mags and M4A1 Rifles. Kidd is just gonna duked it out with only two M1911 and bunch of Pirate tactics.
JP Jones, Kidd and Jimmy were briefed a moment ago about their task of Surface Combat at the shores of States of Virginia and Maryland. According to the recent report, the Navy is busy handing an invasion Fleet encroaching the shores of both states.
Before the three jumps-off the Osprey, Theodore stood at the ramp and face them all for some motivational speech before they were all deployed.
"Remember everyone we are A-Team... we're going to liberate these f*ckers harder than Iraq and Afghanistan.... Team-America, let's f*cking go!!!"
JP Jones, Kidd and Jimmy knows what she's implying as there are no rules and regulation about this world.
The second person to jumps-off at the Halo jump is JP Jones followed by Kidd and Jimmy, they both jumps-off
Madafakas conducted a Halo jump at the height of 15,000ft to prove a point at those from below of what badass is about to descends from the heavens for some good ol' liberation and American explosions.
As the three descends at the alarming rate of 120 miles per hour, the three then decides to use red-smoke as to add some effect to their descends.
Everyone on the surface raging from Sirens and Shipgirls looked-up above as they saw a red smoke trails with three people free falling at the middle of the battle.
To their surprise, the three silhouetted figure suddenly glows in bluish light that indicates of Rigging Activation. The Three made a splashing landing at everyone's surprise of the three new faces entering at the battle.
To the Shipgirls surprise the rigging of the new faces is similar to the once they knew off. The Rigging of the new faces was all too similar to Lucas and JS Maya.
John Paul Jones Right-rigging is his Mk45 Naval Gun, 29 VLS Cells and Optical Dazzler Interceptor Navy (Odin). To his Left-rigging is his 61 VLS Cells and CIWS Phalanx. And his Rear-rigging is The Aegis Radar (AN/SPY-1D) and tripod mast and Box Launcher for 8 Naval Strike Missile (NSMs).
Kidd Right-rigging is her Mk45 Naval Gun, 32 VLS Cells and Optical Dazzler Interceptor Navy (Odin). To her Left-rigging is her 64 VLS Cells and SeaRAM. And her Rear-rigging is The Aegis Radar painted with cross bone and skull (AN/SPY-1D) and the tripod mast waves a Jolly Rogers.
Jimmy is at his US Navy Seal Gear, his Rigging Submarine looks like an enlarge Diver Prolusion Vehicles (DPVs) similar to Arizona, but with some more menacing appearance.
"Reinforcements?" One of the Shipgirls uttered in confusion of the new comers.
Tracker Mk-II is a bit distracted by the sudden entrance of the three and forgot her task momentarily, she then proceeds to points her Plasma Cannon at the new comer, but noticed that all of her aiming system and other fire control are all being jammed.
Before she could react a single NSM fired by JP Jones blasted her out in the Surface like getting blown at the fight. Prematurely.
JP Jones directed the attack at the face of one of the Sirens in Decapitation Strike.
"My, a gruesome one." Kidd commented at the shift execution.
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Above D.C.
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The Osprey flew above at the sight of devastation at Washington D.C., ruined buildings that stood time and held history are now in ruins and burning. At the streets two faction exchange fire with devastating result from Human Forces and Invading Sirens.
Theodore stood in watch over the Capital that are now in ruins and burns, she never thought in her life would see the Capital she knew and adore would end-up in such state of ruins.
Her eyes furrowed at the Sirens below that ruined the City and Capital she oath to protect. "Vermin." She cursed at the Sirens below.
"Damn.... I never thought 'Call of Duty Modern Warfare' would become a reality." Cleveland said as she peeked at the open rear door of the Osprey.
"If this our world.... someone is going to pay dearly." Canberra said, as she too peeked like Cleveland.
The light at the door lights green.
"Looks like our stop is here." Drew said, as she put-on a parachute.
"Umm... I think we should land first, I mean, it's too high for a Halo Jump-you know." Canberra protest at the planes Halo jump without a parachute.
"Ye-ye-yeah... Canberra s right. It's too high for a Halo jump." Cleveland said.
"Alright, get off my plane." Theodore said.
"We-Wait, why would jus----"
But before the two could even reason about their objection of the planned Halo jump, they were grabbed by Anchorage at their shirt, dragging them out of the safety space of the Osprey and descends them both at the chaos going-on down below.
Anchorage with chant of "Ohrahhhhh!!!!!!!!" grabbed the two chickening-out of the fight as she grabbed them both down below where the chaos is currently run rampant.
"I don't want to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Canberra and Cleveland both screamed for their lives at the free fall, Anchorage in the other hand overhyped with Nicotine, Caffeine and Pure Hate. Is expecting more chaos and death at the enemy as a retaliatory for D.C.
The three activated their Rigging Form as to lessen the impact at their landing, luckily for them they all landed at the Potomac River, and splashing wet St. Louis, Honolulu and Helena with River water.
Anchorage at her at her Rigging Form consist of Right Rigging with 30mm autocannon and RIM-116. At the Rear is the Ship's superstructure and the Helideck and Well-Deck used for Amphibious Assault Operation.
( IMAGE )
And without wasting of the precious time, Anchorage let-out and automatic fire from her SIG Sauer MG-338 at the Siren Minions that were surprised at the at new comer falls from the sky.
"Orahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
After the three touchdown at the river a splash, Drew followed suit as she parachutes down off the Osprey. Her mission down there is to provide Medicare at the Ground Troops.
"Off I go." She said before jumping.
Theodore and Pete were now the only one left onboard the osprey as it circles around to pin-point the area of Halo Jump for her.
"You ready?" Theodore asked Pete who seems nervous about the jumping-off the Aircraft.
Pete put-up some little courage and nods with a resounding squeak.
"Good.... Shall we go then?" She offered a hand, which Pete quickly took.
The intercoms of the Aircraft boomed. "Dropping point at T minus 5... 4... 3... 2.... 1...."
"Let's go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Both Theodore and Pete jumps-off the Aircraft and free falls right next at the Washington monument. Theodore overwhelmed with thrill flowing through her veins let-out a creeped smile that could send shivers at everyone's spine.
Pete also creep-out, but he waves it off. And without a do Theodore then activates her own Rigging, as she falls in the sky with an illuminating blue light.
Theodore's Rigging is a Mechanical Teddy-Bear which mean all mechanical from body arms and head. Two Missile Box launcher protrudes at each shoulder with deferent design. At the back is a wing shaped like a Flight Deck with all the markings and hull number.
The Mechanical Teddy-Bear Rigging is none other than Pete in his true form, think of as a 'Freedom and Democracy Stand Ultra, Liberty is Unbreakable'.
"Whazzap Biyaches!!!!!!!!!!! Big Stick.... Is BACK!!!!!!!!!!!"
Theodore announced her presence to those down below her as she falls in the sky with all the unit she brings into the fight, and punished those who attack D.C. This is how she's gonna enact her 'Big Stick Diplomacy' with a greater measure.
( [ PACIFIC RIM | WE WILL ROCK YOU ] by Vedenter )