"GET OUT!" screamed Observer as Y/N was forcefully thrown out of the room. Despite being a Siren, Observer couldn't resist Y/N's advances, leading to a successful seduction, and achieving his primary goal: stealing their latest missile tech. As a KKG, obtaining this technology was non-negotiable for Y/N.
This necessity arose from his dependence on missiles for both offense and defense. The half-inch aluminum hull plating of the Corvette was inadequate against the weapons of other Kansen. Anyone reaching gun range would easily overpower his vessel, making acquiring those missiles not just a desire but a crucial need.
Unlike shipgirls, Y/N required real money to rearm and purchase the 158 cubic meters of fuel oil for his two TF50 gas turbines, propelling three 10-foot diameter propellers through his Turbo Hydraulic drive. Falling behind in this arms race meant game over for him and his crew. When spending 50 million for a full rearm, one would want the best money could buy.
To achieve this, he had to divert the attention of the Sirens, allowing his frogmen to sneak in and steal the new hardware. As for Observer, Y/N was so adept that she only noticed humans taking off with a Siren-built missile in their 11-meter RHIB as Y/N finished dressing. She screamed her head off, kicking him out of her room. By now, Y/N had made his way back to the RHIB.
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"We fooled 'em nice and good, eh capt?" one of them said to Y/N.
"I'll be sure to cook you all something as a reward," said Y/N as he touched the missile and absorbed it.
"Y/N's cooking?!" exclaimed a female marine, squealing and hugging Y/N, who looked mildly agitated by the sudden show of affection.
"Ham curry," said Y/N. Regarding how Y/N got the ingredients, let's just say freighter crews see him as a godsend, providing him with spices for free. Y/N mentally paled at the thought of a harem, valuing his independence.
"Yayyyy," said the female marine as she hugged Y/N even tighter.
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(Aboard the MWS Horizon)
Y/N cooked for the entire crew. Since the Sirens invaded, goods became exorbitantly expensive, with shipping companies losing ships and paying Azur Lane for escorts, raising prices. Curry was now a luxury food. Y/N's crew, rescued from poverty or with nowhere to go, were family-the only people he truly cared about.
Supper was interrupted when a radar operator said, "Capt! The AN/SPY-1 has picked up incoming Siren vessels, and they do not look happy at all."
"Put out decoys and move ahead 17 knots away from the area. Our stealth should let us slip away."
"Sir!"
Orders were relayed, and the three propellers began turning as the 72-meter ship majestically came to life and glided away. Purifier, reaching the decoy, found a buoy with a sign that said, "Have a nice day, ladies. See you soon!"
"Curse you, MWS HORIZON! I'll hunt you down and sink you if it's the last thing I'll do! You hear me? Arrrggghhhhhh!"
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Mercenary Corvette an Azur lane story
FanfictionThe Horizon class Corvette was the passion project of Y/N Nosre. An 1800 ton Guided missile Corvette, however, Y/N under the stress of work has a stroke in his sleep and wakes up a ship man, the embodiment of his design. however, instead of joining...
