The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

"It's nothing important, young master. All you need to know is that the military police are our greatest enemy, without exception!" Tirpitz changed the subject with nonsense.

"What about the deep-sea ship girls?" Adun asked, having once again memorized these subtle reactions in his memory bank.

"Cough cough, tied for first place, tied for first place," Tirpitz said, nearly choking on his fuel cola because of Adun's words.

Meanwhile, the so-called dangerous admiral from the military police, Colonel Yoon Moo of the 117th Naval Base, arrived at the area where Adun and his party encountered and destroyed the deep-sea fleet, aboard his secretary ship, the Glory of Essex.

"Huh? This should be the place, right?" Colonel Yin Wu said, looking at the calm sea with some surprise.

"Is the intelligence wrong, darling?" Essex asked, holding up a parasol to shield his admiral from the sun.

"The intelligence can't be wrong. How could the deep-sea fleet be late?" Yin Wu, who had no doubt about the accuracy of his intelligence, was a little puzzled.

"Perhaps that deep-sea fleet was discovered by some admiral and was wiped out in the process?" Essex suggested, following her admiral's train of thought.

“Then it’s even more impossible. The mobilization of a fleet that could annihilate that deep-sea fleet without a sound couldn’t have been kept from us, after all, this is the heartland.” As an admiral who came from the military police, Yin Wu didn’t care how powerful the enemy was, but he cared a lot about this feeling of being out of control.

"It might not have been a deliberately mobilized fleet, Darling, have you forgotten?" Essex reminded the ship girls her admiral had recently hosted.

"Xia Yuantang's brats? Their prestige can indeed suppress that deep-sea fleet, but it's impossible that not a single member of the deep-sea fleet escaped," Yin Wu said after thinking for a moment.

If we were to say who knew the most about the combat capabilities of the Noble (before its refit), it wouldn't be the Abyssal Fleet sunk by the Noble, nor the admirals who had stumbled in the training field, but rather the Military Police, who were known as the KGB, FBI, and Imperial Guard of the new era.

Even though Admiral Colonel Yoon Moo had officially separated from the military police and established his own naval base, he maintained contact with the military police. Therefore, Yoon Moo knew that while the strength of the Prestige Army could suppress the deep-sea fleet, the possibility of annihilating it was virtually nonexistent.

There is a big difference between defeating the enemy and annihilating the enemy in naval battle.

However, this deep-sea fleet that entered the heart of human territory mysteriously disappeared, and there were no sighting reports of deep-sea ship girls in the vicinity.

"Darling, have you forgotten that ship girl?" Essex asked, twirling the parasol in her hand.

"That ship girl who became an admiral through some method? If she were to make a move..." Yin Wu fell into deep thought as he recalled that valiant, tall ship girl.

"After all, she's a ship girl who can go toe-to-toe with Enterprise. Even if she doesn't have the abilities of a leader, she's pretty close." Essex trusted her instincts in this regard.

"That's settled then. Contact the ambush unit and cancel the operation," Yin Wu decisively ordered Essex.

"Should we have them send submarine shipgirls to search the seabed? Maybe they can find the wreckage of a deep-sea shipgirl," Essex asked carefully.

"It's no use. Searching for a few possible deep-sea ship girls in such a vast area is no different from finding a needle in a haystack," Yin Wu said, rejecting Essex's suggestion.

"What if some deep-sea ship girls really escape?" Essex asked somewhat cautiously.

"We haven't received any sighting reports of Abyssal Ship Girls yet, and even if some did escape, they probably wouldn't have gotten very far," Yin Wu said, glancing in a certain direction.

Just as Colonel Yin Wu and his secretary ship were exchanging views on the disappearance of the Deep Sea Fleet, a large formation of over a hundred ship girls of various types was waiting neatly dozens of kilometers behind them.

"Order received." The Princeton, the only ship in silent operation with an encrypted channel open, spoke up: "Mission canceled."

"Mission canceled?" "Why was the mission canceled?" "Did we come all this way for nothing?" "Ugh, damn the military police." "Shh, keep it down."

Upon hearing the words "mission canceled," the previously quiet ship girl squadron immediately erupted into chaos.

"Silence," said Fleet Commander-in-Chief Hu De. "Obey orders. Except for the First and Fourth Squadrons, all other squadrons shall immediately return to the naval base and await further orders."

"What are we going to do here?" asked King Kong, the captain of the fourth squad, after receiving the order.

"I am following the Admiral's orders to protect Colonel Yin Wu," Hu De replied calmly.

"Huh? Are you sure it's protection, and not tracking Desu?" Kong was surprised when he heard Hood's order and started to use his usual quirk.

“Execute the order, Captain,” Hood said, not intending to explain further.

"Alright, alright, Fourth Squad obeys orders." King Kong said with some helplessness about having Hood as the commander-in-chief.

Chapter 207: No Core Modification

"95 modification cores??" Tirpitz thought he should be calm and collected after all these years of ups and downs (staying at home), but he was still shocked by the number of modification cores required for the Advanced Modification.

"Are you sure you're modifying the Avant-Garde? Or are you going to scrap this clumsy British ship and rebuild it from scratch?" Tirpitz pressed his chest, looking like he was about to have a heart attack from the pressure.

"Damn it, I don't need to be reworked!" Under the repeated taunts of the former German ship girl, Vanguard's anger finally overwhelmed her respect for her predecessor, and she slammed her fist on the table, shouting at Tirpitz:

"If you weren't a retired old lady, I would have thrown the handkerchief at you already!"

"Vanguard, step back!" Upon hearing that Vanguard's words and actions were disrespectful to the ladylike demeanor of the British ship girls, Head Maid Renown immediately spoke up.

"Old woman?" Tirpitz smiled strangely upon hearing the avant-garde's words, and said in an oddly gentle tone, "So what if you throw it away? I've seen plenty of white handkerchiefs from you British ship girls."

Immediately afterward, just as the ship girls present were showing suspicious glances, Tirpitz's expression changed drastically as she slammed an Orange 9 phone onto the table and shouted in an even louder voice than before:

"Do you know that with just one phone call, more than twenty heroic ship girls came to teach you how to respect your seniors?"

"Huh?" The vanguard, whose momentum had been instantly overwhelmed, asked weakly, "Really... there are more than twenty hero ship girls?"

In response to Vanguard's reaction, the ship girls of Naval Base No. 233 present all covered their foreheads, saying that Vanguard's IQ really needed to be reworked.

"So all those modification cores were used to modify your IQ, no wonder you needed 95." Tirpitz said, glancing at his Orange 9 phone with a hint of heartache.

"You!!" Realizing what was happening, the avant-garde immediately took off his white embroidered gloves and threw them at him.

"Vanguard!" Charlotte sighed as she reached out to catch the Vanguard's gloves, signaling to Reputation to send the Vanguard out first.

The head maid, after giving a salute, decisively used the same motion she had used to lift Tirpitz to grab the vanguard and throw him out of the room.

“Senior Tirpitz…” After seeing that Reputation had “sent” the Vanguard away, Charlotte said to Tirpitz, “To be precise, only 50 Modification Cores are needed.”

"What did you call me?" Seeing the way the vanguard was thrown out, Tirpitz, who had just shown a victorious smile, immediately puffed out her cheeks and pretended to be very angry when she heard Charlotte's way of addressing her.

"T..." Charlotte, after carefully recalling how she addressed this retired ship girl when she was a child, said, "Otaku-sama."

"Good girl, it seems the young master really hasn't forgotten me. I'm so happy." Tirpitz's face showed a happy expression.

"..." If it weren't for you fighting with Vivi every day, I might not remember you at all. Charlotte didn't have the courage to say this out loud.

“Actually, let alone 50 modification cores, I could provide all 95 modification cores without any problem. Although my population is not large, the economy and trade here are quite developed.” Tirpitz said while rummaging through his desk drawer.

"Thank you so much for mentioning... Sister Zhai." Charlotte immediately thanked her as soon as she heard there was a chance.

"Don't thank me yet, I haven't said 'but'..." Tirpitz immediately poured cold water on Charlotte's enthusiasm.

"But what?" Charlotte asked, her face showing surprise.

“But a while ago, an admiral took all the modification cores from me with a document issued by the Enterprise.” Tirpitz pulled out a document and continued, “Although I foresaw and kept a few, it’s far from enough for you, young master.”

This wasn't some kind of prophecy, was it? Because of their identities, the Nelson and Rodney sisters could only stand in Tirpitz's office and simultaneously think of this one sentence.

"What should we do?" Charlotte felt a little flustered.

“Actually, you could modify it in stages. You can use the cores you have to modify a portion, and then modify the rest once you have enough cores.” Tirpitz offered a very bad idea.

"But wouldn't too many modifications lower the success rate?" Charlotte, who knew a little about the basics, said. Although it was rare for a failed modification to cause the ship's equipment to disintegrate, the damage to the ship girl was certain.

"Looks like you didn't waste your time at the Central Academy, young master." Tirpitz said without any embarrassment after his statement was exposed.

"I'm not joking," Charlotte said, speechless.

"I'm not joking anymore. If it really doesn't work, you can wait a bit. I'll contact other cities and see if they have any spare modification cores for sale." Tirpitz suggested a more conventional approach:

"However, it's probably difficult. A few might be acceptable out of consideration for past friendships, but so many at once... after all, core modification is a very precious strategic reserve material."

"Well..." Hearing what Tirpitz said, Charlotte was torn between waiting here for a while or giving up on this modification.

"Moreover, those cities may not have any remaining cores for modification. After that admiral took the cores from me, he hurriedly went to other cities. It must be that the Central Academy has some major operation that requires a lot of cores for modification."

Tirpitz told Charlotte everything he knew and guessed.

"Are there other ways to obtain the modification core?" Ardon asked after hearing all this.

"Sink the deep-sea ship, or dismantle its hull." Tirpitz gave Adun a very official answer.

“Stare…” Knowing that the retired ship girl in front of her hadn’t finished speaking, Adun stared intently at her.

“Well, if you really want to ask that, although the core of the modification is a valuable strategic reserve,” Tirpitz said after thinking for a moment, noticing something special in Adun’s eyes, “it is precisely because of its value that it is a very good asset for preserving capital.”

"What does this mean?" Adun asked, his eyes concealing their psionic energy.

"This means there should be some private collections, but how many are there is not clear, after all, I am not a military police." After Tirpitz finished speaking, she shut her mouth. From that conversation just now, this retired ship girl felt that the ship girl in front of her who could be an admiral was a bit too cunning.

"The common people?" Adun looked at Tirpitz with some suspicion, then at Charlotte.

“That makes things easier.” It was Hyperion who spoke first.

“?” Adun looked at the battlecruiser with curiosity.

"If they're unwilling to relinquish those modification cores, I'll offer them an irresistible proposition." With a click, Hyperion confidently tucked the knock-off revolver, modeled after the Thunder God, into his belt.

Regarding the transformation of the midfielder, both Hyperion and the midfielder himself need to pay more attention.

Because this is the best way to demonstrate Imperial Technology's three-year warranty and lifetime maintenance.

☆、The 2083rd Ship Girl - Abyssal

Although ship girls have long been integrated into this world, in this fortress city that is neither a front-line naval base, nor a resource production area, nor the location of any academy, the number of "true" ship girls with ship equipment and ship equipment space does not account for a large proportion of the population.

So when he walked down the street with Hyperion, Wo Sykes, and Kaga, he attracted quite a bit of attention.

Several little girls with the potential to become ship girls even mustered up the courage to walk up to the ship girls, including Adun, and hand them their notebooks for autographs.

"A signature?" Adon had no idea what a signature was.

"It's just a signature." Hyperion skillfully signed his model number on the notebook, looking quite experienced.

"wo?" Just like Yaton, wo-chan didn't know how to respond. When the other party handed her a few aluminum sheets, she instinctively signed "wo" in her notebook.

"Wow, I was just rescued by the admiral and someone is already asking me for an autograph... This is so exciting for the ship."

Suppressing the urge to drink a drink to calm his nerves, Kaga wrote "First Carrier Division, Kaga" in the most formal handwriting on the notebook that was handed to him. When he returned the notebook, he bowed deeply with great politeness, displaying the demeanor of a standard Yamato Nadeshiko.

"Just an autograph?" Still not understanding why these girls, who had the potential to inherit ship equipment and might become ship girls, wanted her autograph, Adon, who at least knew how to write, followed suit and signed her name.

"Um...excuse me, are these passwords?" The girls asked Adon with some trouble as they looked at the scribbles on the notebook after he signed it.

“Hey, Adun, do you really think there’s anyone else in the world besides me who can read Protoss script?” Hyperion, who was curious about the situation, leaned forward to take a look at what Adun had written and immediately burst out laughing.

“But this is indeed my name.” Adun felt that using other languages ​​would be disrespectful since it was a signature; after all, no matter how accurate the translation, it was still a translation. So, Adun casually wrote “Spear of Adun” in Protoss script in those notebooks.

“You should at least add a note, otherwise it will really be mistaken for a password.” Hyperion took the signed notebook and added a note after Adun’s name.

"Thank you, thank you." These reserve ship girls bowed and thanked Hyperion even more enthusiastically than Kaga, showing their appreciation for her understanding.

"What a pity..." Adon said with some regret as he watched the girls leave happily.

"Are you lamenting that these girls will face war and perish at any moment after becoming ship girls?" Hyperion retorted upon hearing Adun's regretful voice.