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Siren underwater headquarters
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
*Ma'am, communications from the Royal Navy base at Scapa flow* a robotic voice said
"Communications? Oh please, probably another request for diplomacy or whatever events the human leaders want us to attend to so badly." Observer said to herself.
Ever since the sirens and Azur Lane announced their "unholy alliance" to counter the threat of the Iron Blood's latest toy, human diplomats have tried to establish formal lines of communication.
Of course, Observer and the Empress both knew that the picosecond after Code B (the Bismarck) was sunk, the sirens were immediately going to turn on Azur Lane, destroy them, and perhaps move on to the next reality to manipulate, as Code B could end up being an unfortunate mishap for the sirens if they let it continue to persist.
Observer continued to complain about her menial situation.
"I will admit, it has been very annoying, my vocoder is tired of rambling to the thousands of senators and lords with names I cannot pronounce"
"What about sinking a ship doesn't make sense to them?" Observer said to herself.
After a little more complaining about diplomacy, she finally decided to hear what the Royal navy had to say.
*Message transmitting*
"A picture?" Observer questioned
The shapes on the screen looked very hard to determine.
"Human technology.... Years behind ours yet so pesky to remove...."
"Zoom in 300 percent" Observer stated.
The screen zoomed in a large proportion, making the picture a bit easier to discern.
"Hmmm, easier to see.
Wait.... is that.....?
Observer grinned
"Ohohoho, they just sent me a picture of Code B, didn't they.
Perhaps this meager alliance was a fruitful endeavor after all." Observer stated.
"Trace this picture to the point of origin." Observer stated to her computer.
An AI algorithm immediately stared discerning the geographical features in the picture and figured out what place the photo was depicting.
*Location discerned, Norwegian territories*
"Putty in my hands." Observer said, grinning smugly.
"Send the corrdinates of the photo's origin to Orochi.
Make an example of them." Observer cackled.
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Orochi-Class Battlecarrier stats:
Weight: Unknown to Human sources, presumably 70,000-80,000 metric tons
Dimensions:
Length: ~300 meters (est)
Beam: 50-60 meters (est)
Height: 20-25 meters (est)
Propulsion Device: Unknown to Human sources.
Top Speed: Unknown to Human sources. Fastest recorded speed of 25 knots (estimates place top speed at 40 knots)
Range: Unkown, likely unlimited
Armament:
27x Type V Ion Cannons, ~8 inch bore (9x3)
4x Type VI Heavy Ion Cannons, ~20 inch bore (4 x 1)
192x Type 3 AAA/CIWS Ion Autocannons, ~20mm Bore (64 x 3)
1x Type X Ultra-Heavy Missile Launcher (Nuclear/Biological warhead capable)
Defense system
Type III Particle Shield (Covers areas near and above vessel)
Aircraft Carried: Unknown, likely hundreds of siren drones for Maritime strike / Air superiority / Reconnaissance missions
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~300 miles from Norway
Orochi, operating purely from its AI core, immediately began to develop a strike plan upon getting commands from the siren command submarine.
Observer's direct command was to quote on quote "make an example"
"Make an example" was a key phrase to use extreme amounts of force against usually a small threat. It was mainly used to wipe out particularly persistent resistance groups.
In this case, the resistance group, was the battleship Bismarck and his crew.
//*Coordinates received*//
//*Initiate protocol 5193356-V: eliminate disruption in the algorithm *//
//* Authorized use of nuclear warheads*//
The Type X missile launcher angled upwards, with the long-range Type XVII "Fritz X" cruise missile on the Tupe X's rail receiving guidance coordinates fed by datalink.
The launcher faced upwards, hesitated,
And fired
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