The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

It's definitely not going to be any preferential treatment. Didn't you see the interrogation room sign hanging on the door of the cabin?

Now that we've captured them, wouldn't it be a waste not to squeeze something out of them after hundreds of years of fighting and killing?

However, given that what was about to happen might be a bit violent and bloody, or perhaps because they were worried that this lazy fish would go berserk, Charlotte, who originally wanted to watch the interrogation, was hit with a baseball bat and sent back to the captain's cabin.

Well, this time it was Reputation who made the move. The force of the blow was just right, enough to knock the young master unconscious without harming him, which impressed Prince Eugen, who was carrying Charlotte away.

"But how should we interrogate them?" Rodney asked, looking at the deep-sea submarine that was trembling with fear. He wondered if cowardice was a characteristic of submarines.

"It's probably just a normal interrogation," Nelson said, frowning, having never seen anything like this before.

"A normal interrogation? Is that what you mean?" The Vanguard, who had left the Glory ship in its original position for initial repairs, also entered the interrogation room.

"Vanguard, do you know how to conduct interrogations?" Nelson asked curiously after hearing what Vanguard said.

"Hmm..." Feeling that it was difficult to explain in detail, the vanguard simply took out one by one the items he claimed were for torture from his ship's equipment space.

For example, steel whips and needles, tiger squatting pepper spray, chainsaw knives and high-temperature furnaces—things that are extremely dangerous just by looking at them.

"...Why do you have these things in your ship's equipment space, Vanguard?" Rodney asked in surprise, especially when he saw Vanguard take out a triangular wooden horse, he exclaimed in astonishment.

"Oops, I took the wrong one, you didn't see anything." Sensing the change in their gazes, the vanguard looked at what he was holding, immediately put the triangular wooden horse back into his ship's equipment space, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly.

"...It seems we need to address the issue of civic education at the naval base." The head maid sighed deeply. She didn't object to the personal preferences of these ship girls, but they couldn't stray to this extent. Three ship girls like Richelieu, Vincent, and Washington would be enough.

"Sigh... I really took the wrong one." Avant-garde argued with useless words.

"Are we really going to use these things for interrogation?" Nelson always felt that if he used these things, he would become the big boss.

"How about we give it a try?" Rodney picked up a pair of steel pliers, snapped them together a few times, and asked Reputation, "Where should we start?"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The deep-sea submarine, bound like a mummy with its mouth gagged, groaned in fear.

"Isn't that a bit too cruel..." The vanguard, seeing the steel pliers in Rodney's hand, thought for a moment and took out something from a pile of "torture instruments" that he thought wasn't so cruel.

"Isn't this even more cruel?" The ship girls in the interrogation room complained as they saw the chainsaw in Vanguard's hand begin to spin rapidly.

"Really? This is much more straightforward. Anyway, for deep-sea ship girls, losing an arm or a leg won't make much of a difference, right?" Vanguard gestured with a chainsaw, which was probably used for chopping trees, and looked the deep-sea submarine, which was bound up like a mummy, up and down.

"Waaaaah," the captured deep-sea submarine looked like it was about to cry.

“Wo…” Wo-chan was also startled when she heard Qianwei say that.

As for the Nautilus, it had already slipped out of the room because it had come up with too many wild ideas.

"Am I that strange?" Avant-garde asked, somewhat puzzled.

"..." It was more than strange. Adun and Hyperion both turned their attention to Reputation. The head maid of the 233rd naval base also adopted a posture of apology for not being strict with her subordinates.

And so another ship girl was bound up like a mummy.

Chapter 189 Safe and Advanced Interrogation Methods

"You guys are really too naive. Our Teren Empire stopped using these kinds of torture methods hundreds of years ago."

The Hyperion, smoking its pipe, looked at the naval ship girl No. 233 in the interrogation room with a disdainful gaze.

"...Has your Teren Empire been established for hundreds of years?" Adon asked curiously after hearing what Hyperion said.

"Hey, I was just describing it, don't take it so seriously, okay?" Hyperion complained, having been publicly humiliated by Adun once again.

"Alright, alright, I shouldn't have taken it so seriously." Ardon, unfazed by Hyperion's aggressive demeanor, continued, "What do you want to do?"

“Naturally, we’ll use something more technical for the interrogation,” Hyperion said, taking a coded case from his ship’s storage space.

With a click-clack of the keypad, the fully automatic keypad box unfolded into a small device that looked like a medical platform. Hyperion picked up a syringe from inside, drew a blue liquid from a spiral glass bottle into the syringe, and then flicked it.

"What is this?" Adon asked, picking up a green spiral glass bottle from the briefcase Hyperion had taken out and looking at it.

"Hey, watch out!" Hyperion quickly stopped Adon from touching him inappropriately.

"What's wrong? Is it dangerous?" Under Hyperion's somewhat frightened gaze, Adun unscrewed the green spiral glass bottle, smelled the liquid inside, frowned, and said, "Why does it smell so familiar?"

“Of course I’m familiar with it. This is the essence extract of the Overlord.” Seeing that Adun didn’t care at all, Hyperion quickly took the spiral bottle full of green liquid from Adun’s hand, screwed the cap back on, and put it back in the box.

Then, still seemingly uneasy, he put on a mask, took out a disinfectant, and sprayed it in the interrogation room.

"Cough cough cough." The No. 233 garrison was caught off guard and choked on a face full of disinfectant.

Seeing how serious Hyperion was, Adun thought for a moment and also unleashed a burst of psionic energy, sweeping through the room a few times and incidentally rescuing the ship girls who were choking.

"Ahem, what's wrong, Master?" The head maid, who had somehow donned a gas mask that was ultimately useless, asked nervously.

“Humans are always so good at suicide,” Ardon said without giving a direct answer.

"Actually, aren't you Protoss the same? It's not like I don't know about those Purifiers," Hyperion retorted as he removed his isolation mask.

“At least it’s far less courageous than you humans.” Adun glanced with lingering fear at the green liquid that remained quietly in the Hyperion box.

“I wasn’t forced into it by you guys,” Hyperion said, taking out the syringe that drew the blue liquid and closing the briefcase again.

"We were forced into it?" Adun was somewhat confused by Hyperion's statement.

"Have you forgotten what you Protoss did when you first appeared before the Humans? Oh right, you were still a shut-in at home back then," Hyperion reminded Adun, seeing his confused look.

“I remember…” Adun glanced through his memory bank and continued, “It seems like we burned down one of your human colony planets.”

"It wasn't just burned, the entire planet was burned down! The reason given was simply the detection of a Zerg infection. They burned the whole planet down without even giving us a heads-up," Hyperion said irritably at Adun's nonchalant reaction.

"That's not the case. According to my database, we Protoss have always been observing and protecting you humans from behind the scenes. Tassadar, the executor who carried out the first purification mission, was only forced into it. That colony planet is more in the hands of the Zerg than in the hands of you humans."

Ardon explained to Hyperion in a businesslike manner.

"Observation and protection? Is it like treating those lab rats?" Hyperion walked to the deep-sea submarine that was bound like a mummy and measured its size with his hand.

“In some respects, you’re right. I have several more human research data in my database. Would you like to take a look?” Adon replied, without denying Hyperion’s statement.

"Come on, the data reading methods are incompatible. Besides, that was back in the days of your damned arbitration body. I, in my greatness, have forgiven you." Having found the location, Hyperion fired a needle at the deep-sea submarine.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh," the deep-sea submarine, unaware of what the battlecruiser had done to it, revealed immense fear in its eyes.

"Hey sister, what are they talking about?" Rodney asked, tugging at Nelson's sleeve after noticing the tense exchange between Adun and Hyperion.

"How would I know?" Nelson was a little annoyed that his sister always asked him first when something happened.

"What did you inject her with?" Vanguard asked as he and Hyperion approached the deep-sea submarine and saw Hyperion finish the injection.

"Oh, it's just a little bit of bleach. I guarantee it will be absolutely effective even on ship girls," Hyperion said, burning the syringe into thin air in his hand.

"Just a little bit of white powder?" Seeing how cautious Hyperion was, not only Vanguard didn't believe it, but the other ship girls present, including Wo-chan and Kaga who had just joined Adun's command, also showed disbelief.

"It was just a white spray, I was just following normal safety procedures," Hyperion quickly explained when she saw the other ship girls looking at her like she was a terrifying scientist.

(What kind of whitening agent requires such a safety procedure? Are you kidding me?) (wo!!) That's what the other ship girls were thinking.

Seeing that Hyperion didn't intend to offer much explanation, the ship girls all turned their attention to Adun.

“Hyperion wasn’t wrong, it is indeed just a whitewash. If a few drops leak out, it will probably turn this area of ​​the sea into a dead zone,” Adun said, also somewhat uncertainly.

"...What kind of whitening agent is that so exaggerated!" Vanguard loudly voiced the thoughts of the ship girls present.

"You're exaggerating. Adun won't become a dead zone. At most, some genetic mutations will appear." Hyperion comforted the ship girls who had taken a few steps back to keep their distance from her with words that were hardly comforting.

“Actually, speaking of danger, the vial of Overlord Gene Essence that Adun just took was the real danger. If I hadn’t been quick-witted and agile,” Hyperion paused and continued, “this planet might be plagued by insects.”

"..." All the ship girls present knew that the insect plague that Hyperion mentioned was definitely not a cockroach plague or anything like that.

-------------------

I've come up with a short story about a Pharah and Roadhog as a couple. Wow, that's a really heavy-handed pairing.

Chapter 190: "Normal" Interrogation Methods

He turned off all the lights in the interrogation room, leaving only a high-brightness desk lamp on the table. Hyperion, holding a folder open, adjusted his sunglasses, which he'd pulled out from somewhere, and asked sternly.

"Name?"

The deep-sea submarine, whose entire body remained in a mummy state except for its head, was so frightened by this spectacle that it quickly replied.

U-571

Upon hearing the deep-sea submarine's response, the ship girls of Naval Base No. 233 whispered among themselves (it was a U-boat!) (thankfully, the Nautilus was there to help).

"Silence, silence. This is interrogation time." Hyperion slammed his hand on the table and then asked the deep-sea submarine U-571.

"Place of origin?"

"..." The entire interrogation room fell into an eerie silence after Hyperion asked the question.

"Oh, it should be the fleet it belongs to?" Hyperion quickly corrected himself, realizing he had asked the wrong question.

"The R'lyeh Cult's Deep Fleet Temporary Special Operations Squadron." Whether it was due to the incredibly potent side effects of that injection of vomiting agent, or simply the cowardly nature of all deep-sea submarines, U-571 answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Age?" Unlike the other naval girls from Naval Base No. 233 who immediately became serious upon hearing the words "Rlyeh Church," Hyperion continued to read from the interrogation form... or rather, the transcript in her hand, and asked.

“15, around 17, I’m not too sure either.” U-571 sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the interrogation room and said softly.

"Speak louder! This is an interrogation room, not a place to whisper. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely." Hyperion, whose hand was a little sore from slamming the table earlier, banged the gavel in his hand: "What 15, 17? Don't you know your own birthday?"

"Lord Hyperion, deep-sea ship girls who need to cultivate their self-awareness cannot remember when they were like animals," Reign reminded Hyperion.

"Even if you confess, do you think you can let me go?" U-571 replied, wanting to make a face to mock the Hyperion for lacking common sense but not daring to.

“Of course I can’t let you go, but I can make you sink quickly. Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to put you in a life-or-death dilemma.” Hyperion explained what he meant by “leniency” and “severity”.

"Oh..." U-571, realizing that he couldn't avoid being killed no matter what, shrank his neck and said.

Seeing U-571 so obedient, Hyperion, who attributed all the credit to his own injection of confession drug, smiled happily and continued to ask questions while looking at the interrogation form in his hand.

"gender?"

"Clang..." Except for U-571, which was tethered and did not fall, and Adun, who quickly grabbed the table, all the other ship girls present fell to the ground in various ways.

"Could ship girls possibly have a second gender?" Rodney, who was at the very bottom, quipped.

"Female... I guess so." U-571 answered cautiously, not knowing why Hyperion asked such a question.

"Huh? You can't even tell if you're male or female. Are you trying to say you're female or something..." Before he could finish the last word, Hyperion was grabbed by the neck by Adun and thrown against the wall of the interrogation room, leaving a life-sized imprint.

The ship girls present all gave a thumbs-up in response to Adun's actions.