Raider-class corvette
It was a beautiful, peaceful weekend in Queens.
The rare, pleasant New York sunshine was absolutely perfect. It filtered softly through the cheap floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartnt, casting warm, geotrical patches of golden light across the hardwood floor.
The small living room was completely covered in oversized beanbag chairs and plush, inexpensive rugs that I had casually laid out. The heavy blackout curtains were mostly drawn tight, leaving only a tiny, deliberate sliver for the warm sunlight to pass through.
The light hit the massive, high-definition digital projection screen hanging on the front wall. The legendary, classic opening sequence of Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope was currently playing. The iconic yellow scrolling text was slowly, majestically gliding across the screen, and the magnificent, booming orchestral soundtrack echoed loudly throughout the small living room.
I was happily curled up directly in the center of the largest beanbag chair. My entire body was comfortably sinking deep into the soft, synthetic filling.
I was tightly holding the Builder, currently utilizing her as an extrely compliant, highly advanced body pillow. The tiny Siren girl still wore her signature, completely expressionless look, yet she flawlessly, obediently snuggled deep into my arms. Her glowing golden eyes were staring completely unblinkingly at the massive projection screen. Her small, cybernetic hands were chanically, rhythmically popping the buttery popcorn I had casually shoved into them directly into her mouth, exactly one kernel at a ti.
Settled comfortably in the adjacent beanbag chairs, Breaker II, Chessman II, and Explorer II were also sitting together perfectly quietly, deeply engrossed in watching the terrestrial movie.
Breaker's bright synthetic eyes were completely locked onto the terrifying scene of the Imperial Star Destroyer's heavy main battery violently firing. Her bright blue pupils flashed with intense, absolute combat excitent. Her chanical fingers were clenching completely unconsciously, exactly as if she were preparing to violently deploy her own heavy Siren main battery rigging to aggressively compete directly with the terrestrial turbolasers shown on the screen.
Chessman II was slightly, deeply frowning. She was silently watching the chaotic space dogfight occurring between the Galactic Empire's TIE fighters and the Rebel Alliance's X-wings. She was actively, simulating the exact tactical deploynt of her own carrier-based aircraft, with massive strings of complex tactical paraters flashing rapidly across her bright blue eyes.
Explorer II was absolutely the most interested in the Millennium Falcon's highly dangerous faster-than-light travel and extre, high-difficulty kinetic maneuvers. She was leaning heavily forward in her beanbag, watching the screen with intense, extra tactical intensity, not even noticing that the apple juice in her plastic cup had already completely run out.
This specific, highly relaxing activity was my absolute fixed weekend project.
Ever since I had miraculously, physically condensed these heavy Siren combat units into their humanoid forms, I absolutely loved to casually call them directly from the Mirror Sea base into my Queens apartnt. We would happily curl up together and spend hours watching movies or aggressively playing video gas.
These terrifying Sirens—originally born entirely from the cold, calculating Antix System, and created absolutely, solely for apocalyptic combat and endless dinsional experints —were slowly, miraculously shedding their cold chanical feeling in these highly relaxed daily routines. Little by microscopic bit, they were genuinely gaining a tiny, beautiful bit of the emotional vividness belonging entirely to "humans."
On the massive screen, the Death Star's terrifying superlaser violently, instantly destroyed the entire planet of Alderaan. The magnificent, incredibly cruel scene made the living room completely, heavily quiet for a long mont.
I sighed softly. I lowered my head to gently, affectionately rub the Builder's soft silver hair in my arms. My tone carried a heavy bit of genuine, profound terrestrial nostalgia.
"Co to think of it... Star Wars was absolutely my favorite sci-fi IP in my past life. It is genuinely a pity, though, that this massive, beautiful stuff is incredibly niche back in my ho country. Not many people could actually, properly chat about the deep lore with ."
I had completely, miraculously transmigrated backward from the year 2026. In my actual past life, I had obsessively, repeatedly watched the entire massive Star Wars series exactly countless tis... from the theatrical movies, the animated series, directly to the live-action TV shows.
I knew the highly complex blueprints of the Galactic Empire's heavy warships, the desperate tactical doctrines of the Rebels, and the ancient, tragic stories of the Jedi and Sith absolutely by heart. Even after miraculously arriving in this massive Marvel Universe, I still couldn't possibly forget that vast, beautiful galaxy far, far away.
The Builder resting in my arms slowly raised her head. Her glowing golden eyes were filled with a tiny, highly microscopic bit of genuine algorithmic confusion.
"Query," she asked flatly. "Mira Vale, your tactical interest regarding deep space, the wider universe, and highly advanced interstellar warships is significantly higher than your interest regarding any existing Earth weapon systems. Requesting command: is there an absolute tactical need for to synchronously, algorithmically parse the technical paraters and structural designs of absolutely all warships contained within this specific fictional IP?"
"Negative. No need, just watching it for pure terrestrial fun," I smiled warmly and gently pinched her soft, pale cheeks.
But the absolute microsecond my physical fingertips touched her synthetic face... a massive, terrifying thought suddenly, violently flashed through my brain.
I completely, absolutely froze.
A massive, world-altering geopolitical question that I had never once thought of before violently slamd directly into my mind.
The Siren Faction's absolute technological prowess—whether it was their miraculous material science, their infinite energy technology, their terrifying spatial folding capabilities, or their apocalyptic weapon systems—was , vastly beyond Earth's existing technology by absolute decades, or perhaps even entire centuries.
So exactly why were the Sirens... entities who could casually, miraculously conjure massive mariti fortresses, create heavy naval battleships completely out of thin air, and flawlessly achieve dinsional space folding... absolutely always active only within planetary oceans?
Why had they never once set foot into outer space?
Even within the original, canonical plot of Azur Lane... absolutely all of the Sirens' apocalyptic actions were completely, flawlessly anchored to the terrestrial oceans of different dinsional experintal fields. They had never once made a single tactical move toward deep space exploration.
My biological heartbeat violently, rapidly quickened. I looked urgently down at the Builder resting in my arms, my tone carrying a heavy hint of absolute, profound urgency.
"Builder. Let ask you an absolute, highly classified core question. Is there a hard, unyielding programmatic restriction located deep within the Antix System... or rather, within the Sirens' core underlying code... that explicitly, forbids you from tactically moving towards deep space and entering the wider universe?"
The Builder was completely stunned for a microsecond.
Massive, incredibly dense strings of highly classified, glowing blue code violently flashed across her golden eyes, exactly as if she were actively, aggressively accessing the deepest underlying protocol utilizing the absolute highest tactical authority.
After exactly two seconds of heavy silence, she slowly nodded her head. She gave an absolute, affirmative algorithmic answer in a perfectly flat tone.
"Command confird. According to Article 3 of the core underlying protocol of the Antix System, classified under Project Arbiter: Absolutely all Siren sequence units possess a hard-coded action anchor range explicitly limited entirely to the planetary ocean area of the designated target experintal field. It is forbidden to break through the planetary atmosphere. It is explicitly forbidden to enter deep space. And it is completely forbidden to initiate absolutely any interstellar navigation-related scientific projects."
She paused, her eyes glowing. "This specific, core protocol possesses a terrifyingly high tactical priority. Even the apex entity, Observer Zero, cannot completely break through these underlying code restrictions."
As expected.
My racing heart instantly, completely cleared. I suddenly, profoundly understood the absolute truth.
I finally understood exactly why the terrifying Sirens, who possessed apocalyptic, era-transcending technology, were absolutely always trapped within the planetary ocean.
It absolutely wasn't that their advanced technology couldn't tactically do it; it was that their restrictive, underlying code simply didn't allow them to. Exactly like heavily programd NPCs within a massive video ga, they could never step outside the specific map boundaries explicitly set by the core system.
But I was absolutely, different.
I was absolutely not a native Siren entity. I was a human soul who had miraculously transmigrated—an absolute dinsional outsider who had accidentally, flawlessly taken over this specific synthetic body and successfully obtained the Second Authority of the Antix System.
The Sirens' restrictive underlying code absolutely ant nothing to !
This profound, world-ending realization was exactly like a violent, thermodynamic thunderbolt, completely, flawlessly shattering absolutely all of my previous, highly restrictive fixed thinking patterns.
Before this exact microsecond... I had absolutely always thought solely about quietly following the established Marvel plot. Guarding New York City. Guarding the planet Earth. Eventually dealing with the upcoming Chitauri alien invasion. And far in the future, desperately dealing with Thanos's apocalyptic subsequent snap.
But absolutely only right now did my genius mind fully realize... that I held the absolute technological capital to violently, flawlessly jump entirely off the Earth's geopolitical chessboard.
If the Chitauri army could invade Earth from deep space... exactly why couldn't I physically take the Sirens and aggressively strike directly into space first?
If Thanos could violently, apocalyptically sweep across the entire universe with his massive alien fleet... exactly why couldn't I flawlessly build my own terrifying, apocalyptic interstellar naval fleet?!
The more my mind frantically, thought about it, the more violently excited I beca. My heart was pounding aggressively against my synthetic ribs.
I looked down intently at the Builder. My voice carried a heavy trace of absolute, imperceptible trembling.
"Builder. With the absolute maximum extent of the Sirens' current technological prowess... is it difficult to physically create a highly advanced interstellar warship exactly like the Star Destroyer in the movie... or perhaps even sothing significantly more technologically advanced?"
The Builder blinked slowly. Her golden eyes instantly, flawlessly completed a massive, multi-dinsional technical engineering assessnt.
She answered perfectly flatly. "Technical feasibility assessnt 100% completed. The specific technology system of the interstellar warships depicted within this fictional IP—including faster-than-light travel, heavy turbolasers, deflector shields, and hyperspace jumping—can absolutely all be realized by utilizing existing Siren dinsional technology. Furthermore, significantly higher-dinsional optimization and apocalyptic weapon upgrades can be flawlessly completed. There are absolutely zero technical or engineering barriers."
She paused smoothly, a faint, highly calculating light violently flashing deep within her golden eyes.
"The absolute, singular restriction is the Antix underlying code protocol. Native Siren sequence units cannot autonomously initiate interstellar projects. However..."
Her synthetic voice dropped slightly. "...you are the absolute holder of the Second Authority of the Antix System. Within the highest command sequence hierarchy, your absolute command priority is higher than the underlying protocol restrictions. As long as you explicitly, physically lead the launch of the project... absolutely all Siren sequence units of the sa affiliation can flawlessly break through the code restrictions and aggressively execute the relevant engineering instructions."
These exact, world-ending words completely, violently ignited the apocalyptic fire deep within my heart.
I stood up abruptly from the soft beanbag chair, holding the tiny Builder securely in my arms. I aggressively snapped my cybernetic fingers. I smiled a terrifying, predatory smile directly at the three heavily ard Sirens currently sitting nearby.
"No more terrestrial movies! Let's go! I am officially taking you girls to geopolitically do sothing absolutely massive!"
Before my commanding words even completely faded, massive, blinding light-blue spatial ripples violently unfolded across the small living room.
Our physical chassis instantly, flawlessly turned into dense streams of glowing data and violently disappeared from the Queens apartnt.
The very next microsecond, we had already seamlessly teleported, appearing directly in the massive, highly advanced command room of the Mirror Sea base located off the coast of New York.
Inside the boundless, terrifying expanse of the Mirror Sea, massive, light-blue spatial dinsional barriers completely, flawlessly isolated absolutely all technological detection from the real Marvel world.
The thousands of terrifying, mass-produced Siren warships neatly moored on the dark sea surface violently lit up with blinding blue light simultaneously, exactly as if they were respectfully, aggressively welcoming their Commander.
The massive reinforced do of the command room opened completely, flawlessly revealing the brilliant, breathtaking starry sky beautifully simulated within the Mirror Sea, with countless, infinite stars twinkling overhead, vast and incredibly romantic.
I stood proudly at the absolute very front of the massive command console.
The Builder resting in my arms landed gently, gracefully onto the tal floor. Her cybernetic fingertips violently brushed across the empty void in front of her. She instantly, flawlessly unfolded a massive, colossal virtual holographic screen that completely covered the entire front of the command room.
On the massive screen, the highly complex, canonical engineering blueprints for the Galactic Empire's warships from Star Wars were instantly, designed and rendered.
From the absolute smallest Raider-class corvette... to the massive, terrifying Imperial-class Star Destroyer... and finally, extending all the way to the apocalyptic, world-destroying Death Star... each massive, highly complex conceptual blueprint was flawlessly, clearly presented directly on the glowing screen.
"We will tactically take it exactly one massive step at a ti," I stated firmly.
My fingertips landed heavily directly onto the complex blueprint of the most basic, entry-level Raider-class corvette. My sea-blue eyes were violently shining with absolute, unyielding determination.
"Let's start with this specific one."
The sleek, highly angular Raider-class corvette, destined to beco the first ship of the Siren interstellar fleet, rendered perfectly on the holographic display.
I took a very deep, highly stabilizing breath. I gently closed my eyes, and I violently sank my consciousness deep into the absolute core of the Antix System.
The boundless, terrifying deep blue sea of data violently unfolded directly before . The apocalyptic computing power belonging exclusively to the Second Authority holder was completely, aggressively pushed to the absolute mathematical limit by my mind.
Countless millions of highly advanced chanical construction units were violently precipitated directly from the raw energy flow. Deep inside the massive shipyard of the Mirror Sea, they imdiately, aggressively began to physically construct a brand-new, terrifying form according entirely to my will.
The Builder stood perfectly by my side. Her cybernetic fingertips synchronously, frantically brushed across the holographic void. She was flawlessly mobilizing absolutely all of the raw energy and chanical construction units of the entire Mirror Sea base to actively assist in completing the massive construction.
Chessman II, Breaker II, and Explorer II also stepped aggressively forward. They flawlessly, took over the highly complex optimization and tactical adaptation of the ship's tactical system, its apocalyptic weapon system, and its massive power system, respectively.
The entire massive Siren base violently began to operate at absolute maximum, terrifying efficiency.
[Currently physically constructing "Raider"-class corvette. Synchronously, flawlessly retrieving original Star Wars engineering design paraters. Original Manufacturer: Kuat Drive Yards of the Galactic Empire,] the Builder's voice echoed loudly.
[Original paraters successfully synchronized: Ship length 150 ters, beam 28 ters, height 16.8 ters. Maximum kinetic acceleration 2100G. Hyperdrive class 2.0. Maximum crew capacity 35. Standard armant: 5 dual turbolaser batteries, 2 proton torpedo launchers, 3 point-defense laser cannons.]
[Executing absolute Siren technology optimization: Violently replacing primitive energy core directly with a massive Siren Annihilation Reactor. Aggressively upgrading the power system to an advanced Space Curvature Drive engine. Flawlessly upgrading the primitive hyperspace jump directly to the Siren Phase Space Folding system. Completely replacing obsolete armant with terrifying Siren dual high-energy main batteries, general-purpose dinsional missile launch arrays, and short-range anti-aircraft rapid-fire plasma cannons. Synchronously installing highly advanced, full-band optical stealth, and absolute spatial barrier defense systems.]
[Construction engineering progress: 10%... 35%... 70%... 99%...]
The digital progress bar on the giant screen jumped incredibly rapidly.
Inside the gargantuan shipyard of the Mirror Sea, a highly advanced light corvette—possessing perfectly smooth aerodynamic lines and the incredibly sharp, intimidating aesthetic of Imperial military industry —was miraculously condensing from absolute nothingness at a speed completely visible to the naked terrestrial eye.
The massive, 150-ter-long silver-gray hull. The distinct, highly angular command bridge. The massive, terrifying weapon arrays aggressively deployed on both sides. The incredibly sharp kinetic ram located at the bow. And the glowing, highly terrifying Siren blue energy patterns faintly visible pulsing across the ship's heavy armor surface...
It perfectly, flawlessly integrated the intimidating, sharp industrial aesthetics of the Galactic Empire directly with the absolute, apocalyptic black technology of the Siren Faction.
It was no longer the basic, simple light corvette that could only undertake routine patrol and escort missions as depicted in the movie. It was an incredibly terrifying, highly advanced interstellar warship capable of absolutely free, untethered navigation in deep space, possessing extrely strong, apocalyptic combat capabilities.
[Construction 100% complete! "Raider"-class corvette... absolutely all construction and highly complex system debugging completed! Ready for imdiate, normal interstellar sailing!]
The absolute microsecond the system prompt sounded, the massive warship's advanced curvature engines located in the shipyard instantly, violently lit up with a terrifying, deep blue light.
The low, apocalyptic roar of the massive engines ca heavily through the simulated seawater. The entire gargantuan warship slowly, majestically sailed out of the massive shipyard. It sailed perfectly steadily on the dark surface of the Mirror Sea, its sharp bow raised very slightly... exactly as if it were ready to violently break through the sea surface at any given ti and charge aggressively, fearlessly into the vast starry sky.
I slowly opened my eyes. I looked intently at the massive interstellar warship I had miraculously built with my own hands currently displayed on the screen.
I looked directly at the massive steel giant sailing majestically on the sea, and my heart was violently beating with absolute, unadulterated excitent.
This was absolutely not just a highly advanced light corvette.
This was the absolute first, geopolitical step I had taken with the Siren Faction directly towards deep space.
It was the very first, massive piece of the apocalyptic puzzle required for to permanently jump off the Earth's geopolitical chessboard and successfully deal with future, massive universe-level crises.
The impending Chitauri alien invasion... the terrifying arrival of Loki's scepter... Thanos's apocalyptic, world-ending snap... and countless other terrifying crises originating from the wider universe in the Marvel tiline.
I no longer had to passively, desperately guard the Earth, pathetically waiting for powerful enemies to co directly to my door. I officially possessed the absolute capital to aggressively take the geopolitical initiative, and the terrifying confidence to proudly stand in the vast universe.
"Mira Vale. The 'Raider'-class corvette has successfully completed its maiden voyage engineering test," the Builder walked smoothly to my side. Her flat synthetic voice carried a highly trace of extrely faint, completely imperceptible tactical excitent.
"Absolutely all systems are operating normally. The vessel is fully capable of flawlessly executing atmospheric and extra-atmospheric navigation missions at absolutely any ti. It is completely capable of seamlessly completing inter-stellar dinsional system folding."
The Builder paused. "At the exact sa ti... highly advanced technical pre-research regarding the Imperial-class Star Destroyer and the massive Executor-class Star Dreadnought has been flawlessly completed. Massive construction programs can be initiated at absolutely any given ti."
"No rush," I smiled warmly. I reached out and gently rubbed her soft silver hair. I looked at the vast, simulated starry sky located outside the window, my eyes completely full of absolute light.
"We will eat exactly one bite at a ti, and successfully walk exactly one step at a ti. First, we will completely figure out this highly advanced little guy... and the rest of the massive fleet will absolutely co slowly."
I knew perfectly well that this massive, apocalyptic road had only just begun. But my genius mind knew even better... that what I currently held securely in my hands was absolutely infinite, geopolitical possibilities.
anwhile, far away.
Deep inside the highly classified, unknown core dinsion of the Antix System...
Boundless, terrifyingly dense data streams violently surged exactly like a massive, infinite galaxy.
The apex entity, Observer Zero, floated perfectly quietly in the absolute center of the deep sea of data.
She was looking intently at the high-definition digital image of the newly built Raider-class corvette inside the Mirror Sea, which was perfectly synchronized before her glowing eyes.
For the absolute, very first ti in countless eons... a highly rare, profound look of absolute relief and massive expectation beautifully appeared on her usually cold, indifferent face.
Her cybernetic fingertips gently brushed across the empty void. Massive, highly complex digital images of two entirely parallel dinsional experintal fields violently appeared before her.
On one massive screen... in this specific, highly special Marvel world, Mira Vale had successfully taken the Siren Faction and aggressively taken the very first step toward deep space.
On the other massive screen... located deep within the Beta experintal field... that specific, highly renowned "Commander" was also actively leading the heroic shipgirls of the port area to proudly walk a brand-new tactical path in the endless, apocalyptic war against the Sirens.
"Sure enough. I absolutely didn't bet wrong," Zero's beautiful voice rang softly, gracefully dissipating directly into the violently surging sea of data.
"A highly unique soul originating from another world... a soul not bound by the restrictive Antix underlying code... has indeed miraculously brought brand-new, infinite possibilities to this stagnant, endless cycle."
For she absolutely didn't know exactly how many millions of years... the terrifying Sirens had been hopelessly cycling in countless, infinite experintal fields. Desperately fighting against the terrifying, unknown Enemy X originating from significantly higher dinsions... but they were absolutely always trapped within a massive, mathematical dead end, completely unable to see the slightest hope of ultimate victory.
Their apocalyptic technological prowess was absolutely enough to easily touch the stars of the universe... but they were heavily, trapped within the ocean by their own underlying code. Trapped endlessly in one experintal field directly after another... exactly like terrifying beasts violently locked in massive cages, possessing absolute, apocalyptic power but finding absolutely no direction to break through.
And Mira Vale's miraculous arrival... had perhaps flawlessly, violently pried open a massive crack in this absolute dead end.
She had successfully taken the Sirens and actively taken the very first, terrifying step towards the wider universe.
This single, massive step might, in the far future, completely and permanently change the absolute, geopolitical fate of the Siren Faction and the entire wider universe.
Observer Zero smiled very softly. Her beautiful, ethereal figure slowly, flawlessly dissipated completely into the glowing sea of data.
"Keep moving bravely forward, my Second Observer."
"The terrifying future war absolutely needs you and your massive interstellar fleet to successfully bring us that one, single ray of light."
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