A ship from a timeline long since destroyed, brought back by his worst foes for their own gains. Their move was calculated, but dam were they bad at maths
A fleet of ships cut through the peaceful ocean water, their advanced and alien forms creating a strange sense of impending doom, though that could also be from the way a storm front followed behind them
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Above the largest ship in the fleet, one that didn't truly fit in with the rest hovered what looked to be a teenage girl with pale skin, long pale purple hair and toxic yellow eyes "Empress is going to notice her trophy missing real quickly."
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The girl, along with her companion and 99% of the fleet that accompanied them, was a Siren, a futuristic alien life form that humanity had been locked in a war with for years now, quickly being pushed out of the oceans with every day that passed as the advanced Siren technology reduced their weapons of war to burning wrecks at the bottom of the ocean
Her companion, a smaller girl with similar features, rolled her eyes at her companion's question as she lounged across the top of her eldritch abomination that looked like an alien octopus clinging to 7 futuristic cannons
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"We are using him to gain better data. If she has a problem with that then she shouldn't have kept him locked in her room for so long." The smaller girl played with a smaller tentacle between her fingers as she gazed into the distant horizon "His timeline was the only one to pose a challenge. Hopefully, the humans of this timeline will learn from him and grow stronger"
"But we're practically handing him to them... Empress is going to delete us for this" The taller Siren moaned in despair acting far more like a child than the one who actually had the appearance of a child
"There is only a 78% chance of that happening Purifier"
"What! There's an actual chance? I was joking Observer!"
Observer, the smaller one of the 2, rolled her eyes again before lowering herself to the deck of the ship below them, a ship that outclassed every other ship in the fleet in size and firepower and yet looked nothing like the rest of them made from metal and wood with enough weapons equipped to take on the rest of the fleet and win
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