NOTES: The story isn't finished, but this volume will end here.
The next volume will focus on Mir and Professor Brilliant's past lives and how he will discover himself, and how his accidental transformation wasn't so accidental after all.
Here, Mir is in a coma undergoing a profound transformation. His iron will is at odds with the other facets of his personality, provoking a major conflict and resulting in a deep coma. Were he not in this coma, he would awaken as a powerful, devastating creature who would destroy those he loves as much as those he hates. His family here takes over while he recovers.
General Neuville couldn't believe it. In front of his screens, he looked for ways to communicate with the Tiger, but apart from black box data in the cloud signifying major damage, he had to resign himself to the obvious.
The Tiger was gone.
What had happened? No alerts, no approaching weapons or energy systems.
Behind him, the Paladin remained silent.
"General Neuville... the Tiger is destroyed. We're going to use the Kennedy, the Charles II, the Enterprise and the New York.
General: "Chancellor, but the orbital defense, the Charles de Gaulle II!!! it's going to pulverize them!"
Chancellor Paladin: "It's too old, too slow and too ancient. It's a pile of junk and it's near Jupiter protecting the French colonies.... By the time he gets here, you'll be at the pension!!!"
General: "Yes, you're right, but our commandos and elite troops are no longer responding either. They would have been torn to pieces by wyverns. President Trunk seems heavily protected, and my 'paranoid' intuition has never failed me. I think we're moving too fast.
Meanwhile, on one of Jupiter's moons, flashes appeared in the atmosphere and a long crystal could be seen from the surface.
French delegation: "Incredible! 2 years of instantaneous travel! "exclaimed General Leclerc, followed by President Trunk.
Empress Chlorophille preceded them, manipulating the force fields around her.
Leclerc: "So, if I understand correctly, if we install a mage tower here, it would be possible to make the atmosphere here breathable? And melt some of the ice to free up an ocean, bringing in life forms?"
"Exactly, my lords! The mana content here is incredible and it's immediately available energy."
General "And what about our little problem?"
The paladin will have a big surprise in a few hours. The Nato forces will be broken and the Union can have a lasting peace, but right now I'm worried about our Mir and something in him has broken with Enka. He's just not the same. "
Trunk: "I don't understand."
Chloro: "This has nothing to do with you, France, L'Unison or our alliance. The wyverns are peaceful and seek only to live in harmony with nature in a kingdom that means them no harm. Nor do they seek to do you or me any harm.
They're people like you, who have each evolved in their own way."
Then she let tears fall to the floor. "Mir... my little Mir..."
The humans behind the half-dragon said no more and continued their tour of the colony's facilities.
All the staff were working on the Destroyeur/Carrier Charles de Gaule, but the engineers seemed desperate, knowing that their magnificent vessel would be slaughtered 1:4 at best, against more modern vessels.
The chief engineer, Tilkin, was sighing in his office, having dismissed all his collaborators, a pile of papers and plans scribbled in all directions with calculations of mass and deflectors.
Then, as soon as the general entered the outdated room, she straightened up.
"MMM Monsieur le Président! Madam Empress !!!!!. She was terrified when she saw the muscular mass and build of the half-dragon, and... especially its horns and superpredator teeth.
The general came straight to the point:
"Is the ship ready?"
She looked down at her papers, trembling and holding up her glasses, and dropped the sheet.
"My president! It's ready, but it's going to be ... it won't last more than 5 minutes against the 4 Nato monsters.... It's as if they were specially designed to destroy us and not the Russians."
Chlorophille could sense the terrified engineer's fear of disappointing her superiors. She was on the verge of doing herself in, and her sentences were jerky.
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Then Chloro took the sheet from the engineer and looked at it.
A loud silence fell over the pressurized room of the above-ground military base, from where, from one of the windows, we could see the French destroyer orbiting the moon.
Chloro: "Madame Tilkin, what would it take for this ship to strike fear and terror into our enemies?"
The engineer, caught up in her field, forgot who she was there with and basically showed that the ship was too small, too unarmored, too slow and its firepower outdated.
All in all, it was 5 times too small.
Chlorophille straightened up and looked at the engineer.
"Do you have any metallic mass? I'll solve your problem, but the housing part will have to be adapted.
The engineer didn't understand, and neither did the president or the general.
"Before I was empress, before I was dragonified... I was the 'Witch of the East'" and she pulled out a cuckoo wand and pointed its end at a scale model of the destroyer on the desk."
She mumbled a few words and a disc with suspended pentagrams surrounded the plastic ship. It turned green, a clear sign of mana conversion, and she cast a magnification spell.
The next moment, the general stepped back, the model taking up most of the room, growing from 20 cm to one meter.
The humans approached and touched the model, which had taken on incredible proportions that defied all logic.
Then the dragoness resumed: "With all this energy, I didn't have to draw on my strength, but your atmospheric problem can be solved quickly, and your food and fuel reserves resolved."
The engineer picked up a metrology tool and scanned the incredible possibilities.
Then she threw herself on a map to zoom in on the destroyer.
"Incredible! Great!"
She spoke out loud: "So we're going to expand the structure here and here, unhook the personnel decks, increase the transport volume of shuttles and corvettes. We can even put in entire cruisers! The whole fleet can fit!
The generators are amplified! Torpedoes won't even be able to penetrate the shield. And if one were to enter, the mass of metal would absorb the impact as if nothing had happened!
Ah... the ... yes,, the cannons. Then she turned to Chloro: "We've got a prototype energy cannon, but it's too small - can you make it 20 or 30 times bigger?"
The dragoness smiled, and naturally so did the president.
The general was holding his jaw, imagining that if the wyverns were their enemies, they could simply capture an atomic warhead, enlarge it 100 times with the devastating consequences that would entail.
The dragoness then followed the engineer while Trunk and his general remade the world by redesigning cities and colonies with their dragon allies. Nato was already forgotten in his thoughts.
Then General Leclerc spoke again, strolling through the military structures overlooking a cold, inhospitable world of ice.
"With teleportation, we could destroy the 4 ships and take all our enemies prisoner, teleporting our troops to the bases."
The president turned, smiling.
"Every weapon has its countermeasure. They will seek and find. It's only a matter of time. Other nations are watching and laughing at us. We don't need a victory leading to another war and that without end, we need a scarecrow. We need to show the world that France and the Union are a recognized force. With the super Charles de Gaule, we can, like the Eiffel Tower in its day, demonstrate that our engineers are capable of defying the impossible, and we need to show the world our ability to develop such power.
I really didn't appreciate their air of smugness and contempt towards me, but also towards our people, our values and our attachments to our glorious past."
"But, Mr. President, then they'll build even bigger ships!"
"Yes. That's the goal! "
"I don't follow you, sir!"
"Their war economy will collapse, they won't be able to keep up, and it's when revolts take place that we'll teleport the other nations away from the Otanesque clique. Which is just a front for a conglomerate of arms manufacturers. They must go bankrupt, and only then can the united nations go back to the way they were."
"Are you going to use this ship's firepower?"
"No... just destroy the 4 destroyers and send a commando mission into their data center. We'll teleport some servers under a salvo."
"But you'll start an all-out war!"
"No, if they know there are several Charles de Gaulles ready!"
"How, sir?"
"The Witch of the East... has a bit of jesus... Doesn't the multiplication of the loaves remind you of anything?"
2 days later, the 4 destroyers flew over Toulon and began bombing the bases.
Smoke was everywhere and everything was on fire.
La Défense in Paris was on the ground, and troops by the thousand invaded the Elysée Palace.
Surprisingly, there was hardly any resistance, and the wyverns were holed up in Cassis,
The newspapers reported that President Trunk was being sought as a criminal, and that the wyverns were confined to their termite mound in Cassis.
There was then talk of deporting them to the colonies and organizing an expedition to bring them back to Alpha.
Then the newscast was interrupted by a special flash.
"We're live and oh... My God, what a horror... what a ship! Never seen anything like it!
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"The Charles de Gaulle!" It's 10 times bigger!
Immediately, the ship in Earth orbit released corvettes like a swarm of bees, each releasing hundreds of combat shuttles.
The sky lit up with constellations of sparks, showing Nato and surveillance forces being pulverized.
The Charles de Gaulle fired a salvo at the New York, the flagship of US military industry, cutting it in two.
In 6 seconds, the 3 Otanesque vessels were in the wreckage of the Atlantic.
By way of repression for the destruction of Toulon harbor (it was only a reinforced illusion, the shields had protected the structures). The ship fired a few salvos and destroyed the Nato headquarters in Brussels,
The Paladin and Neuville had just enough time to say. "What a monster! Ah!!! "in a warm, cleansing light.
On the side of the ship, the draconic and Union symbols could be seen in full view.
The journalist then looked to the colonies and learned that 2 other behemoths were ready with a military force capable of crushing everything in their path.
But if it was party time in France, in Cassis, the dragons weren't watching the fireworks. They were praying to the Hydra and Mir, still in a coma.
Kroa cried "Big brother... Big brother... Wake up!"
But Mir's eyes were closed and he was clearly dreaming, and a small growl came from his mouth.
Kroa approached and put his ear hole almost against the wyvern's muzzle.
Mir : "KKKrroaaa.. I'm going to..."
And the wyvern turned pale. moved away but was smiling too.
Many asked him what he had said.
"Mir is still Mir..."
But he flew away and roared: "MIR!!!!! Obsessed!"
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