(THROUGH MY PERSPECTIVE VIEW)
The ship was in its final phase of processing, it was higher than 2.7 billion miles high, it had 73 engines that were each the size of a small galaxy.
The ship moves at the speed of 15,000 kilometers per microsecond. But, it only flies for around half a year. And it cannot ever land, since it wasn't built with a landing function. It was built to full function -all time flight, if it lands, it can it's just not something you would want to do, at all.
Because think of it like this: the ship is a ticking time bomb, and the whole thing from every centimetre are covered in extremely dangerous bombs, and the moment it lands, all of them are set to go off.
But the ship isn't actually a bomb, it's much more, than that.
Project17A has a protocol, Condora has Protocol, the moment these protocols are activated, nothing can prevent them from what they're about to do.
This ship would follow Condora(me) everywhere she goes, from very far away. The ship has no one on it, but its design makes it look like there are people in it. It gives off heat signatures that are a perfect match to Sanscaren, Harrisson Well's, General Hux, and Mr. Marshall.
The heat signatures actually throw everything off. Because they are beyond exact. They don't just wave off heat signatures, they also computer generated them onto the ship, so they may actually be in the ship. And it would be impossible to tell the difference between the real versions of these people or the computer generated ones. They do exactly what they would do, and the absolute opposite of what they'd do, the perfect way to throw off an enemy. Oh, and, this ship, even I'm unable to see/sense/be aware of it the moment it flies. This ship will lock all of its weapons onto me faster than the exact moment my protocol is broken and unleashed.
But its goal is to stop that from happening, as no character I've written could comprehend the mounts of destruction and death she could cause. It's beyond ALL of them. The ship's walls, floors and ceilings consisted of these colors:
-Royal purple for the wings, walls and hulls
-Chaos Black for the underside, the interior walls, the outline of the engines
-Charcoal for the chairs, bathrooms, seating, showers, outer interior walls, and for every seventeenth floor.
-Amethyst Purple, covers any parts of the ship not listed as colored charcoal.
-Revenue, the darkest type of black, it also shines. For 15% of the NightMare Destroyer, it should cover the hangar, theatre rooms, the stadium and hotels.
-Purple for the hotel room floors, bathroom walls, beds, windows and doors, as well as Tv.
-Chaos purple for the pilot seats, seventeen highly advanced pilots. As well as for the main floor of the bridge, for the pilot control centers.
-Beige white for my rehabilitation center, the whole thing is this color. It strands 0.95% of the entire ship. The chairs will be chaos black.
-Hospital white for the tables and equipment for my rehabilitation center, the PPE, ceiling lights, fans, cables, connectors, and life monitoring systems.
The rehabilitation center was built like an insane asylum, it had everything you could need to hold me down. It is among the utmost essential. Otherwise when protocol institutes, I would bring extinction, as soon as the moment arrives.
The destroyer had 17,000,000,971,874,325.00^17,770,084,814,978×17,000,000,000= the amount of auto turrets, along with cannons and weaponry each wing would have. And there are five wings for each floor. There are over six digits worth of floors. 878,000 floors, to be precise.
All of the weapons are aimed directly at me. The ship's course is set twice the size it is, that far away from me, but its weapon systems are locked on.
The weapons WILL STAY ON HOLD FIRE until the Protocol.
When the protocol is instated, all weapon systems will immediately open fire.
To ensure that I will not do what I have avoided. If they don't, it's because it's too late. Although this section is mainly the description of the ship, I will add the trailer later on.
Ok, here's the trailer.
Hope you all enjoy.
The trailer of Division S.
TRAILER FOR ORDER AND DIVISION, WHAT THEY SEEK IS WHAT THEY SEE IN ME. AND WHAT THEY SEE IN ME IS WHAT THEY ARE. FOR ALL THEY ARE IS ME.
NIGHTMARE'S PLAGUE.

A ship, bigger than anything you could dream started flying into the multiverse of Universe1's atmosphere. It was huge, 878,000 floors, it was among the biggest ships of the armed forces of military Protocol, Division S.
It consisted of an abnormal amount of weaponry, all of the weapons, guns and turrets started aiming downwards, onto a single, life force.
The NightMare cannon, the biggest weapon on this ship that was build into the walls, it was 87% of the entirety of the wings.
There were only two of these weapons.
They were labelled as NV4RUS.
They were missiles, aimed directly at me. As state of Division, they were to eliminate me the moment Protocol 17 Phase 17 is engaged.
They had no time, at all.
I was filled with rage, anger and hate. All I could feel was fire and flames, burning me away.
Everything behind me was gone, all you could see was what was in my eyes.
Pain and misery, and extinction.
The entire multiverse was split in half, all of it was burning in glowing black and purple flames. Nothing was left, and it all happened upon a certain period in time.
2016, May 25th.
All it took was one final heartbreak.
Out of all the billions of heartbreaks I've had, this one was my final moment.
The destroyer ran out of time. Protocol was instated earlier than I remembered, I must be getting weaker.
I now remember everything, once Protocol was initiated. Who I truly am.
Condora.
I remember now, that I made this protocol to ensure that I'd be nothing but broken.
Because of how much I hated myself.
I had murdered everyone else in the process. My wife, my family, my children. Everyone. And I'm still here.
My lips were covered in black blood, my teeth were as shiny as metal. My smile was wide, but my mouth wasn't open. I hardly ever open my mouth.
As I can't talk. I've experimented on myself so much, to the point where I'm completely unable to speak. For each Project17A I slaughtered, I'd rip out my skin, veins and arteries and bones and replace it with its metal structure. Replacing my veins with wires and strings. I still felt the pain as I would before, it was extremely painful. But nothing as close to as painful as heartbreak. This didn't kill me. Heartbreak did. I've replaced almost every part of me with metal, wires and strings.
