"... Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?"
Admiral Lutjens, an admiral of Iron Blood, looked off into the horizon in mild confusion. His gut told him something big was about to happen, and he was never one to ignore a gut feeling, especially when it had saved him many times in the Great War and Siren War
"Admiral Lutjens, something has been spotted on the horizon. Portside" A deckhand reported to the aged admiral who could only sigh as the feeling in his stomach got worse. Of course, it would happen on such a peaceful day
Holding out his hand he thanked the officer who handed him a pair of binoculars as he walked to the other of the ship command bridge, lifting the magnifying instrument to his eyes and gazing out onto the horizon
"A storm front? What's so bad about... is that a ship?"
Out on the horizon, he could spot what looked to be a ship of Iron Blood design. He couldn't make much out other than the silhouette, but he could tell that it was firing at something further out on the other side by the continuous flash of its turrets... at 6 different points
"Someone get the silhouette book! and see if you can contact that ship!" His commands were crisp and so they were quickly followed, an officer running over and handing him the book that contained the silhouette of all active Iron Blood ships
Using one hand the admiral flipped through the pages jumping straight to the battleship section because there was no way any other ship could fit 6 turrets. Taking a few seconds to look at the ship before turning back to the book he moved through every ship he saw, even getting someone to fetch the other nations books that their spies had managed to ship them, but nothing matched
"Was there a secret construction? But Bismarck was only finished recently..."
"Admiral! We have contact!"
Rushing over to the radio he grabs the offered headphones before speaking into the microphone
"This is Admiral Lutjens of the Iron Blood Navy aboard the KMS Bismarck! You are in Iron Blood waters! Identify yourself!" Years of being an Admiral kicked in as smoothly as the wheels of a locomotive would turn
"A human? Aboard Bismarck? Is this a Siren trick!? I watched you sink her sink Sirens! You killed humans off centuries ago as well! You won't trick me with this half-done ploy!" The voice on the other side was definitely from Iron Blood speaking flawless German, but he must not have been in his right mind. Why was the crew allowing someone clearly not well in the head to command the ship? But he mentioned Sirens...
"Sir, this is no trick but what you speak of makes no sense unless you come from a different Timeline. Do you know what the current year is?" Humanity had theorised that Sirens were beings not tied to time, especially when one of their elites had once mentioned World War 2, a war that had never happened
"Are you still going with this plan? I won't fall for it! I'll sink you all!" Despite the man's words, no wheels were fired on them. Instead, the ship in the distance picked up its pace of fire in the other direction
"Why would he- Sirens! That ship is fighting Sirens! Turn the fleet to engage!"
He felt the ship turn under his feet as the entire fleet turned to aid the other ship. He had to get more information though so he continued talking
"Sir, we are on our way to assist you. Please identify yourself and provide any information of your current status" He knew he probably wasn't going to get an answer from whoever was on the other side, but hopefully one of the ship officers would answer him
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I don't want to hear your Siren lies! You will not lure me to the depths with your pretty song!" No luck it seems... well then. Taking the pair of headphones off Admiral Lutjens returned to the front alongside Captain Otto Ernst Lindemann
"Is Bismarck ready to engage?"
"HE shells are loaded. Ready to fire on command" The captain responded, taking a quick sip of his carten "The second time he will be engaging Sirens. Hopefully, we won't lose as many as last time."
Lutjens just hummed in agreement
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He was kneeling on the ocean, the turbulent water lapping at his pants, the liquid rolling around the waterproof material as he glared defiantly at his most hated foe. She smiled down at him, her pink eyes glinting with more than one emotion he couldn't identify, but he could clearly read her pride at having beaten him after so long, and he was beaten
His riggings were broken beyond functional use, one of them having already sunk into the depths while the other was so damaged that if he tried to get a shot off it would probably explode in on itself. His sword was stabbed through his own stomach, a neat little bit of karma after he had stabbed her, visible by the yellow blood that still clung to the blade
"Just... kill me..." He growled out all but ignoring the pain that set his innards aflame. who would have thought one of his greatest powers would be turned against him? "You know... if you... let... me live... I will hunt you down" A rush of strength allowed him to finish his threat and not look like a sore loser
"Oh? And how will you hunt me down?" Sadly, his foe wasn't intimidated by him any more, especially not after already fighting him when he was so weak "There is no one left besides you. No allies to join the fight, no humans to repair the damage. You are alone here, weak and broken"
He said nothing in return. It was true what she said. His friends had already been sunk. His sisters never even got to leave their port. Humanity was all but done for. Maybe a few remnants survived, hiding beneath the earth, but they would stay there till they died out with the Sirens still around
"That's what I thought, though..." She placed her finger to her chin to give the semblance of thought, but he could see she had already made up her mind by the way her eyes were shining with mirth "Ahw, no reaction? Shame on you for letting a beautiful lady down. Where are your manners?"
"Where was this cocky attitude when you sent your forces at me first?"
"Tch" She furrowed her brows before grabbing the sword handle and pushing it in deeper "Leaving you to rot would be such a shame... I think I'll keep you as a trophy" For some reason that sounded far less ominous than it should have, not that it made him feel any less hateful at the thought of being used as a display
"Don't you dare!"
"Our technological powers don't work on you... but I don't need them for this. Hehehehe" Her strangely perverse giggle was the last thing he heard before everything went black, but only for a moment, as quick as one would blink, but he no longer found himself kneeling in pain facing her
Instead, he was standing on his ship, fully repaired, functional and stocked if his sense of self was correct. The ocean was calm and peaceful blue, nothing like the turbulent black it had been a second ago. the air is clear and crisp, actually smelling like the salty water he remembers instead of the oil and fire it had smelt like for centuries
All of these little facts are instantly forgotten however as he spots something on the horizon
A fleet
A fleet of Siren ships
...
Indescribable rage overwhelms his mind
Something had happened. That bitch had done something that resulted in these changes, most likely made him a trophy as she said she would and placed him somewhere else entirely, probably a different timeline considering all the time she had boasted about their powers
He ignored the pain of his transformation, instead having his turrets take aim, his mind already subconsciously running the calculations and adjusting the angle of the cannons... before releasing his custom-created shells
*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*
The ocean shook under the power of his weapons, trembling at the anger of its tyrant as the air shuddered and buckled under the intense heat of black flames
"SIRENNNNNNSSSSSSSS!"
He roared with all his anger
He would kill them
He would kill them all
YOU ARE READING
The Siren Slayer
FanfictionA 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
