[Royal Navy Base, Gibraltar.]
[Year 20XX, Month XX, Day X.]
[Interrogation Room No.3, Time 02:39.]
The sea breeze in the early morning felt very cold. However, there was something colder than the sea breeze, namely the sharp gazes of Bismarck and Hood. For some reason, the two of them carried my submarine's body to the Dry Dock bridge.
Ah! A little revision from me. Not carrying but being forcibly dragged into the Dry Dock bridge. I was just a small ship that was walking under the threat of large-caliber cannons that were aimed at the body of my submarine. The cannons were very scary, especially with the direction of the parabolic trajectory that was aimed right at the Conning Tower of my submarine.
What about my personification body?
Well... To explain the condition of my personification body.
Look at this, a long chain tied to my wrists and iron balls adorning my feet. It looks like a prisoner of war who has just been captured with the difference in the form of a military uniform attached to my body. In this form, I was just an ordinary man wearing a black military uniform and looked very handsome in the mirror.
Cough! Forget about the unintentional compliment.
Now, how do I deal with this complicated situation?
I was brought to a closed room with a small table, a chair, and a table lamp. Judging from its shape, isn't this an interrogation room?
Ah... Well... This is what I fear if I have trouble with the military or the authorities. Their interrogations are very terrifying, especially with their rough treatment to get information. At this point, I wish that my submarine body had a vertical launch system. Since the Seawolf class lacks space for a vertical launch system, my submarine body only has eight holes that can be used as an exit for my weapons.
"Haaaaah..." I stared at the mirror in front of me and took a deep breath. Well, the shape of this interrogation room is very classic like a two-way mirror that is certain that someone is observing me behind it. The connection between the submarine body and my personification is interconnected. Even though my personified body was in the interrogation room, I could feel the presence of someone entering my submarine. Those dirty footsteps, I wanted to take them to a depth of 1000 feet and throw their bodies out of the torpedo hole.
The great water pressure at that depth was enough to crush their bodies.
"Alpha-Six to the Command Room, we have entered the submarine suspected of being a siren. Requesting permission to continue the search!"
"Permission granted! Report your situation."
Oh... What is this? Do they think of me as a siren?
I understand very well that they want to be careful with unknown threats, but...
Isn't that too much?
"Alpha-Six, we have received a report of an undetected subject. Take some samples of the material found for study."
"Huh? An undetected subject and samples of material for study?"
"Yes, we find an undetected technology of submarine."
"Command Room, there's nothing here. This is just a submarine with a space inside."
"H-Huh? What does that mean?"
"There's nothing on this submarine!"
Because my submarine's mast radar and ESM mast were still actively stealing data, I could hear the communication channel that was happening. A radio wave from people exploring my submarine's body felt very disturbing. I wanted to disrupt the radio wave, but that would arouse their curiosity.
Like an immune system that guards the inside of the body, my submarine has a defense system for foreign entities that enter my submarine without my permission. That defense system is "Empty Cargo" with the main function as a storage warehouse and separation of the submarine's main components from foreign entities.
"Alpha-Six, return to the Command Room! We have found the subject's data."
"Report received! Return to the Command Room!"
The communication channel stopped but an open communication channel originating from a long-distance telegram entered my radar range. The information contained in it contained classified information regarding the subject "USS Seawolf" with the hull number SS-28.
Ermm… If using the order of name and hull number. SS-28 is my great-grandfather! If you follow the development flow of the patch from Yostar, USS Seawolf with hull number SS-28 has yet to make its debut. That means my existence as USS Seawolf with hull number SSN-21 is an anomaly that is equal to the threat of the siren.
Uh... My situation is getting worse.
What should I do?
Break out by force with the Bismarck and Hood's main guns threatening behind me?
That sounds crazy but... it's really interesting to try!
Suddenly, a radio wave between the Command Room and Hood was heard.
"Hood, I need your help."
"A-Admiral?"
"Did I interrupt your rest after that tiring siren invasion?"
"I-It's okay, Admiral. We were just having a little tea party with the Iron Blood to take a break."
"Royal Navy and Iron Blood? Huh… Quite a unique combination."
"W-Would the Admiral like to join our little tea party?"
"Ah, no! I want to sleep after handing over this little task."
"Admiral hasn't slept yet? Is this related to that strange ship?"
What is this? Why do I suddenly feel insulted by being called a strange ship? My submarine's body shape may be strange but my missiles are capable of destroying your body! Freaking Hood!
"Hood, it's not a strange ship. How should I explain it? That ship is a prototype being developed by the Eagle Union. An alternative ship with a male user who can control the ship's power. The secret project was developed to destroy the Siren Strongholds."
"We can destroy the Siren Strongholds with that ship? How?"
"Hood… Trust me… You don't want to know after understanding the space we found inside that strange ship."
"Admiral, what does that mean?"
"It's a submarine that carries explosives to destroy the Siren Strongholds. A suicide ship specifically designed to destroy the siren's nest. After knowing this cruel truth, do you want to continue the next task?"
"Admiral, don't tell me you want to-"
"Yes, I want to use that ship to destroy the Siren Strongholds that are not far from this military base. The invasion that the sirens just did makes me want to launch a surprise attack on their nest."
"That means we will kill-"
"Hood, we didn't kill him. That kid was designed to do this job. Eagle Union took in children from orphanages to carry out this crazy plan. It may sound inhumane but we need that kid to destroy the Siren Strongholds and secure the Gibraltar region from the threat of the sirens."
"Admiral..."
"Hood, keep this plan a secret from the Royal Navy. However, the Eagle Union will realize that one of its prototypes is missing. At least, it is worth the safety of the civilians in this area."
"..."
The communication channel was cut off by one party.
I could only ponder this bitter reality. Who would have thought that my great-grandfather was a disposable object? As the bearer of the name USS Seawolf, I was very angry after hearing the plans of the Eagle Union and the Admiral of this place.
Taking advantage of my condition as a disposable ship to destroy the Siren Strongholds. As a human, he may be very realistic and cruel. Such a decision may haunt him for the rest of his life.
A submarine designed to carry out a suicide mission and destroy the Siren Strongholds. That sounds like a crime against humanity for the safety of humanity.
If the Admiral's plan is carried out.
I think, wasting TLAM ammunition on the people of Gibraltar is a good idea.
The Siren Strongholds are gone and the Royal Navy military base is razed to the ground.
A very good plan!
I like it!
In my cruel thoughts, the door to the interrogation room opened. A woman with blonde hair and blue pupils entered my sight. The uniform she was wearing and the big hat on her head gave me a sense of nostalgia for one of my wives in Azurlane.
For the first time, I met my wife in game, HMS Hood.
With a gasp, Hood untied the chains that bound my body and sat in front of me. Seeing her pale facial expression, I could tell Hood's mental state was panicking after hearing her Admiral's plan.
Shouldn't I take advantage of this situation?
My stomach suddenly growled and I groaned while holding my stomach. Seeing my increasingly weak body, Hood looked very panicked after my head hit the small table.
Well, improvisation is necessary.
So, I pretended to faint in front of Hood to gain her empathy and sympathy.