Princesses of the Migrant Fleet

[Hellsing]

LNS Data Entity

Rear Admiral Nagato Yuki closed her eyes as the warm white light engulfed her entire body. She would never openly admit it, but she hated the teleporter. There was something inherently frightening about having your body and mind stored in a pattern buffer, reduced from a person to raw data to be reconstructed from one port to another. She didn't like to think of herself as just another data packet. That's why she never opened her eyes. She didn't want to see what the world looked like when she was just data. She felt the ground forming below her, opening her eyes as the white light subsided. She was back on board her ship, back with her people.

Just like Lady Hellsing, she had spent the last few days aboard the Tuatha de Danaan. Although she loved Tessa and her guest quarters were rather nice, she felt a bit... alone. Whenever she was off of her ship, she had a habit of acting distant, mechanical, impersonal. On board her ship, with her people, she felt at home. Many members of the Migrant Fleet felt that her ship had a strange feel to it, as if something just felt really wrong. Perhaps it was the fact that her entire bridge crew consisted of clones of herself. Maybe it was the fact that her entire bridge crew consisted of clones of herself. Maybe it was the fact the Cruiser was so heavily modified that the inside is nearly unrecognizable. Maybe it was just Yuki's general demeanor. In any case, most members of the Migrant Fleet preferred not to be on board the Data Entity for longer than they had to be.

She walked down the hall, an air of security and authority followed her. She felt much more confident aboard her ship and felt more in control. As she walked, the numerous crew members saluted her as she walked by. She felt satisfied as each person saluted, more fulfilled, knowing that each crew member kept her ship running. When she walked on the bridge, she expected her bridge crew to be working hard at their stations, perhaps looking up once as she walked in to take her place at her command chair. Instead she found her entire bridge crew looking at the command chair. Someone was obviously sitting there, in her place. She approached slowly, noticing the black slacks and tuft of spiked hair. She materialized a small book in her right hand, tearing out a few pages, making them sharp as blades hovering around her head. The chair turned around to face her. Yuki plucked a page swirling about her head and formed it into a blade. She rushed the chair, prepared to kill whoever was sitting in her chair. She rushed forward and thrust her paper blade towards the chest of the unknown usurper. She was surprised when the blow was blocked by a combat knife. The holder of that knife was a General Thomas Serov.

He looked back up at her, smiling, "Hello, Admiral. Good to see that you arrived on board safely."
She made her book and paper vanish into thin air, "General, you're in my seat," she said quietly.
"Of course." He rose with a bow. She watched him with her normal blank expression, not taking a seat as he rose.
"General," she asked quietly, "what are you doing on my bridge?"
He smirked at the question, "I'm here to oversee the operations. Not as a commander, but as an observer."
Yuki just stood there, eying him. She didn't like the idea of an overseer, but she knew that she had no choice in the matter.
"I see," she said quietly, "I have no objections."
"Good!" Serov clapped his hands together, "I'm going over to the Danaan and inform Admiral Testarossa."
Yuki gave him a slightly quizzical look, "Why don't you use my communicator?"
"That's no fun." He said with a smirk. With that said, he waved with a smile as a transporter beam locked on to him and took him from Yuki's bridge.

Yuki looked to her bridge crew with a knowing look. They all understood. Her clones got back to work at their consoles. She took her seat at her command chair and settled in. She was home.

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Lady Integra Hellsing, Order of the Royal Knights
"Do not toy with me, Servant! Any force which hinders us is to be crushed underfoot!" ~ Lady Integra Hellsing
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Bashar Teletha Testarossa, Independent Systems Alliance
"Don't tell me how to run my ship! I designed it!" ~Bashar Teletha Testarossa