The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

After all, they are all weapons, and the same goes for retired ship girls. After their ship equipment is dismantled, apart from not being able to sleep at sea, their daily living needs are no different from those of ordinary ship girls.

Therefore, the highest commander of the defense forces of this fortress city, which has a population of one million and is not small in scale, and who is also the top military and political leader in the area, only rents an apartment building.

Moreover, they were in arrears on rent and property management fees for several months, leaving the property management department and real estate agency with no choice but to sigh and accept their bad luck.

They didn't have the guts to drive away a high-ranking officer who had retired as a hero-class ship girl, let alone cut off her water and electricity.

The novice ship girl carefully moved through a pile of garbage bags, walked to the door of the room surrounded by garbage bags, glanced at the sign above it, then looked at the card in her hand, and knocked on the door to make sure she hadn't come to the wrong place.

"Boom boom boom!"

Then he immediately bowed his head and adopted a very respectful posture, holding the documents and waiting for the commander to appear.

Ten years later...

Ahem, ten minutes later, the prospective ship girl, who had been waiting for a long time without seeing the commander, cautiously knocked on the door again.

Unfortunately, there was still no response.

"Not at home?" The prospective ship girl, who had just started her job, looked around and muttered to herself in a somewhat strange manner.

Just as she was debating whether to knock on the door again or call her senior to tell him that the commander might not be home, her Orange 4S phone in her pocket emitted a pleasant text message notification tone.

"Huh? Is that you, senior?" The prospective ship girl, wondering why her senior was texting her at this hour, curiously opened the message and read: "Remember to kick the door when you knock."

"Kick...kick?" The prospective ship girl could only think that she was a ship girl after all. With her ship equipment, she was many times stronger than a retired ship girl whose ship equipment had been dismantled. If she really kicked, would this building still survive?

As if sensing the hesitation of the prospective ship girl, the words of instruction from her senior rang out again, accompanied by another text message notification.

"Use the power of a ship girl?" The prospective ship girl, unsure whether she should trust her senior, took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and lifted her leg.

"Duang~~~~~" A long, resounding impact caused the high-rise apartment building to shake.

"Ouch, that hurts, that hurts!" The prospective ship girl, clutching her toe, was filled with deep regret. Looking at the metal exposed beneath the wooden shards she had kicked, she could only wonder why the commander had made her house door out of super magnetic titanium alloy.

"Who is it? Is it takeout?" After the echo from the collision between the real ship girl and the super magnetic titanium alloy slowly faded away, a lazy voice came from the room.

Accompanying the lazy sound was the rustling of clothes being put on and the pattering of slippers on the ground.

"Yes, it's me, Commander." Upon hearing the commander's voice, the prospective ship girl quickly straightened her posture, lowered her head, and held up the documents in her hands, saying, "I have an urgent port entry application."

"Click..." The sound of a super magnetic titanium alloy bolt being opened, and a girl with long pink hair, wearing headphones that covered half of her head and a military uniform, walked out rubbing her eyes.

"Vokran? Does your foot hurt?" Ignoring the documents in Vokran's hand, Tirpitz, who still maintains her otaku style after retirement, glanced at Vokran's lower body and asked with a smile.

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Hearing his commander's concern, Vockland excitedly looked up, but upon seeing his commander's current state, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Ah, Commander, your...your clothes."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Tirpitz looked down at his officer's uniform and realized that he didn't seem to be wearing underwear.

"Oh, I see." After a brief moment of thought, Tirpitz, whose brain had just woken up, pulled a weapon from his officer's uniform and fired two shots, destroying the security cameras in the apartment corridor.

"Huh?" Vockland was stunned, not expecting his commander to be so decisive.

"It's so inconvenient without ship equipment." Tirpitz, a retired ship girl, reminisced about the past when she could easily pull out a twin-mounted 380mm straight gun.

"Thank goodness there's no shipboard equipment," Vauquelin thought, his hands trembling slightly as he held the documents upon hearing his commander's words.

"Why did you come directly to me with the emergency port entry application? Didn't I give the authority to Tennessee and the others?" Tirpitz asked, picking up the documents from Vaughan's hands after fixing the surveillance cameras.

"The admiral who submitted the application said he knows you, Commander, so he asked me to submit the application directly to you," Vauquelin relayed Charlotte's words.

“I know at least eight or ten thousand admirals, who remembers which one he is… Oh my god! Young master?!” Skipping over the reason for the application and seeing the applicant at the bottom, Tirpitz immediately snapped out of his daze.

Then came another loud "Duang" as the super magnetic titanium alloy door slammed shut.

Vauquelan heard a strange explosion and collision sound coming from the room. After the super magnetic titanium alloy door opened again, Tirpitz, a retired hero-class ship girl in full military uniform, appeared in front of Vauquelan once again, exuding a solemn military aura.

"Commander...?" Vauquelin, feeling somewhat unable to accept the stark contrast, glanced behind Tirpitz as if trying to find the commander she had just seen in the messy room.

“Notify Tennessee Wichita to drop everything and come with me to… Vauqueland. Which port is still available now?” Tirpitz said, closing the door behind him without giving Vauqueland any more privacy.

“Docks 16 and 9 are empty, but the Bartz Chamber of Commerce has reserved dock 9,” Walkland said after glancing at his phone.

“16号？”回忆了一下16号船坞和9号船坞区别的提尔比茨命令道：“让巴茨商会的货船去16号，跟她们说9号船坞有紧急军情要征用。”

"Huh? But Dock 16 can't handle large-scale container loading and unloading, can it?" Vockland quickly reminded his commander that Dock 16 was not suitable for large cargo ships.

"Let them figure it out themselves. That's settled. Notify everyone to come with me to Dock 9 to pick them up." After giving the order, Tirpitz, who was about to leave, stepped on the trash in front of his house.

Why are there so many garbage bags?

"..."

☆, Chapter 203 The Game: The Hyperion

"Does it really take this long to apply for port entry?" Hyperion asked, tapping his pipe on the railing as he stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the distant fortress city.

"They're probably just going through the necessary procedures," Charlotte said awkwardly, who was also standing at the bow of the ship waiting.

“No need to rush.” With his eyes narrowed, Adun scanned the residential area, which could be considered a city, with his phased array radar, which he was seeing for the first time.

Compared to the tense, dull, and noisy human cities of the Teren Empire that I had in mind, the overall atmosphere of human cities in this world seemed very relaxed and pleasant.

There was absolutely no sense that they were still directly confronting the deep-sea ship girls.

Although the architectural style, like that of the Terren Empire, has an undisguised steely feel, it is surprisingly in harmony with the natural environment.

In this respect, even Adun from the Protoss was somewhat ashamed of himself. At least in terms of environment, the living conditions of ordinary people in this world were far superior to those in the Koprulu Sector.

Of course, this may be because a population of one million is not a large number relative to the size of this fortified city.

Charlotte, even more embarrassed by Adon's remark, said, "That's probably because of the personality of the administrator of this fortress city."

With such an extremely lazy manager in charge, it would be a problem if this fortified city could even have a tense atmosphere.

Charlotte had also heard that, because of the manager's talent in gaming and entertainment, many game companies, such as Heineken, Nintendo, Leviathan, and Jade, had established new game development bases in this city.

It's quite unique among the many fortress cities, because most fortress cities that serve as logistics support for garrisons are providing food resources and industrial products to the outside world.

This fortress city actually provides daily entertainment, and many admirals even believe that a large part of the reason for the decline in the combat power of their ship girls is that they are addicted to the games produced in this fortress city.

Therefore, they filed a complaint with the Central Academy against the fortified city, wanting it to be abolished, or at least have a different city administrator.

Of course, most of the admirals who made these accusations were fringe admirals of the landowner level, because the more core admirals, such as Charlotte and Charlotte's father, knew that the Enterprise, the administrator of the Central Academy and the acting Pacific Governor, was also a game enthusiast.

Even the top-level bigwigs are game enthusiasts, so you can imagine how miserable the situation is for these admirals who are criticizing the game industry.

The Enterprise wouldn't do things that would make the Deep Sea cheer, like withholding resources or hindering the development of a naval base. However, it certainly wouldn't let minor, harmless antics like giving someone the cold shoulder go unpunished.

The other theater governors, who knew about these things in the Pacific theater, all said that things were bound to get messy without a governor, while playing games with their own ship girls.

"We've received Tirpitz's communication. Dock 9, she's already waiting there," the vanguard shouted upon receiving the message.

"Tirpitz came in person? This...this isn't quite right, I'm not officially an admiral yet." Charlotte said somewhat embarrassedly after hearing what the vanguard said.

“If Tirpitz doesn’t come to pick her up herself, I’ll go ashore and escort her here,” Nelson said from the side.

"...Sis, didn't you say you couldn't beat Tirpitz?" Rodney looked at his sister and asked curiously.

“She’s out of ship equipment now, I can take on hundreds of her with just one ship!” Nelson said, pinching Rodney’s cheek as he heard his sister expose his weakness.

"Are you very familiar with the ruler of this city?" Adun asked Charlotte curiously, seeing the reactions of the ship girls from Naval Base No. 233.

"Well... we weren't that close. When I went to Central Academy, the previous Tirpitz ship girl from the naval base had just retired." Charlotte only retained childhood memories of the retired Tirpitz ship girl who was the administrator of this fortress city.

"Young Master, if the previous Tirpitz heard what you said, she would be very sad," Reputation reminded him upon hearing his young master's words.

"Huh, why?" Charlotte asked, puzzled.

"Young Master, the game consoles you played when you were a child were all bought for you by the previous generation's Tirpitz, and so were the games." Reputation remembered that Young Master Charlotte was just a child back then, so it was normal that he couldn't remember clearly, so he explained.

"Ah? I seem to remember, it seems that the Tirpitz used to fight with Vivi all the time." Charlotte found the shadow of the previous Tirpitz in her childhood memories that had turned into colorful fragments.

"It's not about fighting with you, it's about choosing who to play with." Reputation explained the situation briefly.

"Huh, is that so? I only remember that Tirpitz used to get beaten up by Vivi a lot." Childhood memories are a bit distant for Charlotte, who is now an adult. After all, she is just a human, not a ship girl. Even ship girls might not be able to remember things from more than ten years ago.

"After all, she is Captain Veneto." The head maid felt that it was understandable that the Tirpitz could not beat Veneto back then. After all, one was a ship girl who just got by and always ranked at the bottom. How she became a hero-class ship girl is still a mystery. The other was a first-generation hero-class ship girl who was considered outstanding even among the various battleship masters gathered in Naval Base 233.

"So, it was originally a game?" Adun, who had no interest in the ship girls fighting in Naval Base 233, asked.

"Has the Patriarch discovered something?" Reputation asked, sensing the hidden meaning in Adon's words.

"I always thought it was something else, but I didn't expect it to be a game, so it makes sense now." Adon had never quite understood what the strange battle content displayed on the screens of all sizes in the city was.

After listening to Charlotte's conversation with his ship girl, Adon realized that the content displayed on those screens was actually game promotional material.

"Games? I'm a gaming expert, oh no, a gaming master ship!" Hyperion said, his eyes lighting up at the mention of games.

"You're really good at games?" Adun looked at Hyperion with a skeptical expression.

"That's right, I once got the highest score in the Koprulu Sector in that game, 'The Lost Vikings'." The pride in Hyperion's tone was no less than that of a ship taking on an entire fleet single-handedly.

"That game? I've played it." Adun knew about the game console produced by the Terren Empire that used the Protoss as its hypothetical enemy.

"Huh? You've played this game too?" Hyperion asked, somewhat incredulous.

“To be precise, Phoenix played it; I watched him play it,” Ardon said.

“Phoenix? Is it good at this?” Hyperion asked cautiously.

"I remember it took him several days to surpass the guy who was in first place overall," Adon recalled calmly.

"..." Hyperion's face looked like he had suffered a major defeat.

Chapter 204 Welcome, Welcome

"Welcome, welcome." The voices were very enthusiastic, but there were only a handful of people at Dock 9, which was used to welcome the Vanguard Glory ship, a stark contrast to the bustling activity at the other docks.

Although the prospective and retired ship girls who were dragged over by Tirpitz were all members of the ruling class in this fortress city, the welcoming ceremony was still incredibly shabby.

"Tirpitz's style is just as I expected." That's how the head maid commented on this.

"Wow, young master Charlotte, it's been so many years, you've grown so much taller." Before Charlotte could even step off the avant-garde ship, pink-haired Tirpitz rushed up and pressed Charlotte's head hard against his chest.

Is this really the commander? The prospective and retired ship girls in military uniforms following behind Tirpitz were all speechless.

"Ugh, I'm going to suffocate!" Charlotte struggled weakly in Tirpitz's arms.

"And who is this?" Tirpitz, who was holding Charlotte, saw Adun, the second ship to disembark, and asked with a surprised expression, "Are you the admiral? Or a ship girl?"

"Oh, you can tell?" Adon asked curiously, not expecting that the retired ship girl in front of her could recognize her as both an admiral and a ship girl at first glance.

"Even though I've lost my ship equipment, the eyesight of a hero-class ship girl is still there." As she spoke, Tirpitz tightened her embrace.