578 Prisoners (1/2)
Blake and Ford were both surprised by the colouration as the timid dragon seemed to shrink into herself as she replied in a very small voice, ”Y- yes”
”Who he?” Plee whispered behind Blue Thunder. ”He feel... scary!”
”Erm...” Blue Thunder leaned his head down and whispered back. ”He's the big boss of the boss!”
”Biggest boss?” Plee whispered back in awe. ”Is that why all follow he words?”
Blue Thunder bobbed his head. ”Yes! He the one making cheese fries... burgers... all come true!”
”Really?” Plee's eyes glowed as she stared at Blake speaking with Sophia.
Finally, Blake ended his conversation with the black dragon who let out a breath of relief as he turned his attention back to Blue Thunder and the god girl, Plee. ”Plee, I heard that you have the ability to control this ship, is that true?”
Plee nodded her head, ”I think I can control this ship somehow...”
”Good, now, I know Captain Nimo has given you a choice to either join the naval academy or be let off the ship,” Blake said as he eyed Plee and for a moment, he wondered if his child next time would grow up like her if he had a daughter.
”I stay in ship!” Plee replied quickly. ”I... like here!”
”That means you will be going to the naval academy!” Blake nodded before informing her. ”You only have so much time to learn the basics...”
”If you do not make the mark, you will be removed from this ship!” Blake sternly said. ”I- We do not have much time to cuddle you! And you as a divine being, I am sure you will be able to learn things very fast!”
”Plee learn fast! Plee wants burgers and... followers! Followers of the Faith!” Plee declared. ”Plee stay on ship!”
Blake stared at the determined look on her face before he gave a nod and exited the bay. ”Behave and I shall allow your burger rations to be continued!”
”Thankee!” Plee hopped joyfully when she heard his promise.
Ford caught up with Blake and asked, ”You sure about letting this loose cannon... loose on board this ship?”
”If she can finished basic training in the naval academy before we depart,” Blake replied as he paused in his steps to look at Ford. ”Why not?”
”Seriously?” Ford frowned. ”As much as I liked having a godly being in our ranks... but isn't her mental age too low for this kind of work?”
”Have you seen the placement of the shots made by her?” Blake asked as he resumed walking. ”All nine 14” shells landed more or less within a meter of each other.”
”If she can do that without any training,” Blake halted in his steps again and gestured towards the bay. ”What can she do with proper training?”
”So you want to make her into some kind of super AI computer for this ship?” Ford frowned. ”But what if she turns against us? With her ability and the firepower of this ship... she could literally level cities with just a thought!”
”That is why the dungeon core is currently covered with enough thermite to melt a hole through this ship!” Blake answered coldly. ”And if she fails or could not grow to our required standards, the dungeon core gets off the ship.”
”But we need the dungeon core to provide mana power to the arcane systems of this ship...” Ford replied. ”Removing the core means we will need to rely on mana stones which is kind of like removing a nuclear reactor and replacing it with a coal burning reactor!”
Blake shook his head as he answered, ”As you have said, she will not do any good if she just remains onboard. Everyone works, there are no freeloaders in the UN! If she can't grow up, she gets off the ship!”
”Then she has to grow up pretty fast...” Ford sighed as they continued their way back to the bridge. ”There isn't much time...”
”Yes,” Blake replied coldly. ”Returning to Hope station, plus refitting, resupply and taking new crew and troops would take the most one month...”
”I have waited patiently enough already,” Blake said. ”It's time to go find my wife!”
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The Isles, Island of Sando, UN Prisoner Holding Area, Interrogation Cell 9
Intelligence Officer Tavor was enjoying himself as he sat with both feet propped on the wood table while leaning back on his chair and chewing on a sandwich of fried fish. With his free hand, he flipped the file on his lap while ignoring the looks of anger and fear cast his way by the orange suited prisoner cuffed to the chair in the middle of the cell.
”So, you are telling me you have no idea at all of what Megan's end game is?” Tavor asked in between mouthfuls of his sandwich. ”And here I thought you were her most trusted companion!”
”The Sea God spat upon your souls!” Akron growled as he struggled futilely against his restraints. ”Release me at once! I am a Fleet Master of the Isles! This is not the Un An but the islands of the Isles!”