The Disqualified Commander of the Abandoned Shipgirl

The Disqualified Commander of the Abandoned Shipgirl

Author: Yong Ming

Summary:

"Would you like to sign a soul contract with me and become my ship girl?"

"No."

"why?"

"I am an abandoned, abandoned ship girl."

"What a coincidence. I am a commander who is not qualified to command."

"You want to be my commander even though you don't have the qualifications to command?"

"Well, actually I am a top student at the Commander Academy of Donghuang—"

"Why would a top student from the academy sign a contract with a discarded ship girl like me?"

In an age where ship girls with minds are considered "mutants" and are then controlled and eliminated, the conflict between humans and mutants becomes increasingly serious.

Finally, after the first appearance of the super rare ship girl, this contradiction was pushed to an irreversible end.

Powerful weapons should not have their own will, and an experiment to erase the minds of super rare ship girls is put on the agenda.

but!

——Even weapons should have free will!

The mutants let out a long suppressed roar, and their growing dissatisfaction was completely ignited.

The war between humans and mutants began in the "era of peace".

……

When will true peace come?

All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation.

After being lost for so long, they will eventually find their commander again.

……

"May victory crown you, Commander."

1. Nice to meet you, Commander

In the scrapyard, a humanoid body was being held by a giant mechanical clamp and was moving slowly. At the end of the tracks was a huge furnace.

She raised her blood-stained and hair-stained face, looked at the gloomy sky in the distance, and checked the time.

Winter of the 71st year of the new calendar.

The White Eagle War Zone announced that mankind had entered the fourth year of peace.

It was also the end of her life.

Otherwise, she would not have forced herself to rely on her memory to determine the passage of time in the pitch dark.

That should be correct.

...It doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, she hasn't seen any color in her eyes since three years ago.

"What a pity! She is clearly a rare ship girl, so why is she identified as a 'mutant'?"

"I don't know. Oh, why think so much? Don't make a mistake in remembering the number."

"Yes, number 15634, right?"

The two people talked to each other in the operating room. Behind No. 15634, there were nearly a thousand "copies" waiting to be scrapped.

All kinds of things.

Human shape, metal skeleton.

Although it is covered in human skin, it is actually a famous weapon of war.

Weapons should look like weapons.

How can self-awareness arise?

The girl still remembers the day she "awoke".

What I see are countless identical versions of myself.

In the cold laboratory, each one has a number.

They carried out the given instructions with expressionless faces.

She was the only one who showed panic and fear.

It was also on that day that I was labeled a "mutant".

Memories came flooding back like a tide.

That day was her birth.

It is also her death.

She looked at the blazing furnace below, without any extra emotions in her heart.

The fear of death had long been eliminated through countless "experiments".

Now she seemed to be just a shell, and the soul called self had long died.

But, even so...

At the moment when the ray of sunlight that pierced through the thick clouds fell on her body, the girl heard a ghostly voice from the depths of her dry heart.

"I really don't want to die like this. There are so many things I haven't tried yet. I really can't bear to die like this."

Was I born just to die at this moment?

She didn't understand, but she knew it clearly.

I couldn't ask for more.

The huge mechanical clamp began to loosen slowly, and she seemed to be able to hear the sound of the machinery turning right next to her ear.

The girl closed her eyes.

But the expected feeling of falling did not come.

She opened her eyes with a little confusion.

Then, a figure in a special uniform was seen raising his arm towards the operating room.

The operation that was about to be performed was thus stopped.

What is this going to do?

She wasn't sure, but she thought he was another one of those people who came to inspect the work.

When they see a well-preserved replica, they pick it up. As for what they use it for, well... there are only a few uses.

Either it's thrown onto the battlefield or onto the bed.

Of course, if you like it, there are other endings.

For example, they can be packaged and sold to richer people as maids.

No matter which one it was, in her opinion it was just a different form of shackles.

It's no different from that dark warehouse where waste is piled up.

After seeing the machine stop, the man ran towards the operating room and soon disappeared.

Not long after, the mechanical clamp holding the girl began to operate again.

It's just not loosening, but moving back.

"..."

So, are you interested in a replica that is about to be scrapped?

Forget it, she wasn't in the mood to think about it. It had nothing to do with her anyway.

As the tracks and gears turned, the girl was brought back into the room.

"Are you sure it's number 15634?"

Several voices suddenly sounded.

"Yes."

"But, I'm sorry, sir. That's a ship girl who was diagnosed as a mutant. She's quite dangerous."

"That was a misdiagnosis. I will take her to the research center for another test."

"But, according to regulations, mutants cannot be—"

"Oh, I already said it was a misjudgment, and it has been shelved for a few years without any problems, right? Besides, the ship's equipment has been completely stripped away, so there's no need to worry."

"But--"

"I am a B-rank commander, do you still not trust my vision and judgment?"

"This one……"

"Well, to you, it's just a piece of trash that you accidentally dropped. Since I'm so pitiful, can you please be a little more flexible?"

As he spoke, the man secretly and unnoticeably stuffed a letter into the other man's coat pocket.

"...Well, you need to go through legal procedures to get something from me. But since you are a genius from the First Academy of Hanning District, you don't need these cumbersome procedures."

The person in charge said calmly, then turned to the operator behind him and said, "Put down No. 15634."

"Yes." After responding, the operator quickly moved the mechanical clamp out separately and then released the clamp.

Snapped.

The girl, covered in tatters, was thrown down like that.

The man said to the person in charge with a smile on his face: "Thank you very much, I will treat you to a meal some other day!"

"It's just a small matter. You can go with No. 15634."

“Okay, okay~”

The man walked towards the girl, bent down, picked her up, and walked out.

"Boss, this vacant position..." the operator asked cautiously.

Let’s talk about this matter today, otherwise it is not in compliance with regulations.

But it can be big or small.

After all, this is a broken place and no one checks it carefully.

Who has nothing better to do every day than to check out a garbage disposal plant?

Unless it is to cope with the tasks assigned by superiors.

"Just move the number back one place, it's no big deal." The person in charge waved his hand and said.

There are tens of thousands of scraps, God knows if one or two are missing.

"Yes……"

The man kept moving forward without stopping for a moment.

He didn't put the girl down until he found a corner where there was no one and no surveillance.

He took a breath, looked at the ship girl he had put down, and asked seriously, "Do you want to sign a soul contract with me and become my ship girl?"

"No."

The ship girl replied without hesitation.

"why?"

"I am an abandoned, derelict ship girl."