"What the fuck is going on?"
A tall bulky man holding a tobacco surrounded by bouncer looking men yelled in bafflement. The question he asked is not particularly directed to anyone, but to himself. He knew none of his men have a hint of whatever is happening for all they know is kill whoever his fingers are pointing out to. His hands trembled as he threw the tobacco to free his hand and grab the glock in his belt. He is the new mafia boss in muggle Moscow after the previous one went missing for an entire month and is then presumed dead.
'Someone or something is targeting our group, no wonder those old foggies readily gave me this post without qualms. It's useless to struggle now. This is a fucking death trap!!'
Beads of sweat trickled non stop, he felt icky and cold, the hairs on his body stood erect out of genuine fear. He would have been fine if another group attacked and messed with theirs as dying or getting hurt because of another group is normal in his line of work. This one is different. His men fired random shots and goes missing one by one without anyone noticing the cause, even high tech cameras does not work on detecting his assailants. It is very similar to a horror film he watched in his leisure time.
His heart pounded like a cornered rat, threatening to pop out of his chest.
Bam*
The light went out for a fraction of a second and came back quickly. When he looked around he was alone in the parking space of their hideout. He almost went mad from fear and he began yelling profanities, begged to be left alone while shooting using the desperado style until his clip is zeroed out of bullets.
He threw the gun. It was useless. He regretted not saving one bullet to relive himself from this suffering. He ran using everything he had believing that there's always a chance to turn things around as long as one is alive, a mindset that got him to where he is in life. He ran as fast as he can, empowered by drugs and adrenaline, he was on a whole new level of high.
"Shit! Shit!!! Fucking pussy! Show yourself!"
Crash*
He tripped and fell face fist loosing a fair amount of teeth. He groaned and spat the blood and teeth in his mouth lest it be clogging his throat. His fierce and brave disposition as a gang boss completely gone, replaced by a trembling mess of a man thinking whether a hungry ghost or a curious alien took interest in him.
"Arghhh... Just kill m..."
Masses of darkness with swirling black smoke appeared in front of him. Two golden colored orbs inside of them, making him tremble uncontrollably like a mouse in front of a cat stopping him from saying what he is about to say.
"Who...."
His question however went unanswered as something hard hit the back of his head making him lose consciousness.
"ship"
Was the last thing he heard before losing consciousness.
'They must be aliens...' He finally concluded.
In the middle of the Norwegian sea is a great expanse of black fog. Something a fisherman would not dare to enter. In the middle of this fog is a gigantic ship formerly called Yamamoto but is now called 'Atlantis'. It was named after a great and mysterious ancient city in Africa now called Mauritania.
The Yamamoto is the largest Japanese military vessel ever created. It is capable of housing tens of thousands of people in an extinction level event. It was built in secret in order to avoid the breach of treaty between Japan and the United States. An embargo that prevents the land of the rising sun from developing any form of troops or weapons that can be used for war.
To Viktor's impression, it looked like a certain familiar ark located in a hidden dam in the Himalayas, made to repopulate the Earth in the case of an extinction level event. Japan's location made the country vulnerable to earthquakes and tsunamis and so their government started developing the Yamamoto. It is a ship that will hold the future hopes and survival of the Japanese people.
Unfortunately for the Japanese, it is now in the hands of a certain good looking transmigrator who has a passion for ships and voyage. Not really. He just wanted a mobile fortress away from prying eyes of the dumb magical people and the poor unsuspecting muggles who thought they are on top of the food chain in this floating ball with a sprinkle of life in it.
The outside is similar to the original design but if one used magic to view it, a magestic floating metallic colossus, the epitome of modern magic technology would appear before their very eyes.
You must be thinking..... 'Isn't electronic devices and magic incapable of existing together? What the hell is the author thinking?'
Magic does interfere with electronic devices, and that is a fact. These devices however is affected simply because they are run by electricity which becomes erratic when exposed to special areas with high magic concentration. In short, as long as these electronics are modified into 'magitech devices' that operates using magic instead of electricity, they should work just fine.
This isn't a new concept as it has already been in existence for a long time as an example there's a neglected piece of genius called wireless aka. radio owned by many wizarding families. Even the mouse poor Weasleys had one for crying out loud. Being overly reliant on magic is the most probable cause of the backward magic society in England. Laziness is a curse of mankind magical or not, most of us are just lazy.
The whole ship is now lined with highly sophisticated enchantments and dimly glowing runes that gathers magic in the atmosphere, it can dive under water or fly in the sky for short periods of time. Expensive wards are placed for defensive shielding, warning system, detection, and cloaking mechanism of the ship.
Amongst other enchantments, extension charms are applied to the previous crew quarters of the ship ranging from the size of a small city to some as big as Australia.
It was like a world of its own inside the ship.
There are vast gardens for magical plants, a place for breeding and taming magical creatures, agricultural areas to grow food, laboratories for potion making, enchantment and alchemy, theatres, food hall and so much more.
The whole ship is managed by thousands of shadow elves, brainwashed by Viktor into the arts of stealing and magicless combat. The rugs they used to wear is no more as they have become a warrior race most of them opting to wear tight fitting obsidian black armor covered by a black shadowy cape which only added to their fearsome aura. Their previous meek personality was driven away and in its place is the pride and honor of being reborn.
"Master, most of the tasks for Phase 1 has been completed. Shall we move on to the next phase of your plans?"
Golie was talking to Viktor in Krum Manor after preparing his dinner. Unlike other elves Golie have rosy porcelain skin, lush golden hair, golden eyes, and beautiful set of teeth. He is also 6 feet high and although his armor covers most of his body we can assume that he is completely different from before.
I wouldn't even recognize him if I wasn't the author.
"Yes. But there's no need to rush. Let's enjoy it and savor this viktory first. To the rise of house Krum!"
"For the rise of house Krum." Golie answered