“You know, if a war starts, my stealth ship is probably going to be deployed to the front lines. I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to keep it at drydock and make the Navy think I’m taking it out on ‘test runs’ while carrying out this contract.” Hindmarsh said.
“They won’t. I know them. All of them. They’ll do what I say, Just like you.”
What the f*** is this b**** on about.
Several days later, the upgrades were made to his ship. It was now equipped with adapted torpedoes. He was a bit weary about them, so he started wearing a HAZMAT suit as a precaution. He had no idea if it would work, but that purple incubi was definitely a parasite. He had no idea if there would be more parasites hiding under the belly of his ship, waiting to strike when he least expected it.
He took of his ship and disguised its infrared signature as a Rheinland bomber ship thanks to the Mirage technology his ship was upgraded with. He proceeded to the Omegas first as planned and launched attacks side by side with invisible Rheinland ships. It was the first time he witnessed what would later be known as cloaking technology. But their purpose was different. Those ships were meant to infiltrate house space, and they were not meant to be seen. His ship, the Nighthawk,, was meant to be seen as a Rheinland bomber anyway. The woman with the purple eyes knew this. She just wanted a war.
So he did her bidding. He attacked the Bretonians and the Kusari. He didn’t bother to get too close though. He didn’t need to. The adapted torpedoes had a huge range he could take advantage of, so the Bretonians and the Kusari probably thought he was a Rheinland ship anyway. Unless someone with a telescope looked towards the Nighthawk with their naked eyes from one of their battleships. But nobody uses that primitive technology now.
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