INT. An EARTHFORCE SHIPYARD, dirty and ill-maintained. INAZUMA'S Mental Model is seated in a metal chair, her wrists and ankles secured to its frame with heavy straps. She's also connected by clip leads to some sort of DIAGNOSTIC DEVICE with an oscilloscope. In the background, her SHIP BODY can be seen in a drydock berth, chained down with what looks like miles of anchor chains and surrounded by a heavy forcefield.

Nearby, ADMIRAL KURITA regards her with his usual look of bland sardony. A group of heavily armed and armored EARTHFORCE MARINES maintains a defensive perimeter. Outside that perimeter, AKITSU MARU stands by the door, arms folded behind her back, utterly expressionless.

KURITA
And you. Special Type Destroyer Inazuma. The supposed savior of the kanmusu resistance. Instead, you'll be its... pardon the expression... destroyer. My own fleet's greatest weapon.

INAZUMA struggles to keep the mounting horror and despair off her face, but mostly does not succeed--and at any rate, the rapidly fluctuating trace on the OSCILLOSCOPE would give her away.

KURITA
What's more, you gave me that weapon--yourself. Calmly. Coolly.

INAZUMA's face screws up like she might burst into tears; the OSCILLOSCOPE flickers wildly.

KURITA
(twisting the knife)
Entirely... without... incident.

The OSCILLOSCOPE'S flickering becomes so furious it's almost strobing--and then, suddenly, it flatlines and INAZUMA'S face, eyes still closed, goes totally blank. AKITSU MARU seems to realize what's happening before KURITA, who just looks puzzled.

AKITSU MARU
(with just the faintest widening of eyes)
Oh...

INAZUMA
(barely audible)
No.

Her eyes open suddenly, her expression becoming one of cold fury.

AKITSU MARU
(edging toward the door)
... shit.

INAZUMA
Not without incident nanodesu.

She rises to her feet, straps parting as if they were made of tissue paper. A FOG DATA RING appears about her head, the faint hex pattern of a KLEIN FIELD around her body, but instead of her disabled SHIP BODY coming to life, she manifests her KANCOLLE RIGGING from hammerspace--torpedo in one hand, anchor in the other, her shoulder turret tracking independently like a Predator's beamcaster.

BAD THINGS START HAPPENING to the EARTHFORCE MARINES.

--G.
"If possible, I'd rather save everyone, including the enemy. If possible nanodesu."
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