Creators signature.

all the Flagship immediately sense its disappearance "are you sure it was ok to reveal that Lord Christopher" the member of his crew nod "it's fine, let's see which 1 locates me first".

"shall we? " Alcron warps out, returning to Platinum fortress Gretel appearing at the prior location to the release of that Signature Invisible "are you ok? " the soldier ask Haruna. She stands up. "yes I'm fine, let's go"

Iona glance at the traces left behind "so that the creator" she whispers under her breath glancing at the blue figure having hacked into Haruna and taken a photo "he looks just as mythical as we all thought".

Gunzou glance at her. "something wrong, Iona". She shakes her head, "just felt a Familiar warmth". she smiles, taking Gunzou by bewilderment. Hyuuga swearing she saw a goddess, she Grins "CUTEEEEE!!!!".

She jumps at Iona, hugging her and rubbing her cheek against Iona. The submarine irritatedly pushes her. Away, the Crew laughing, "Musashi." Her father question her. "are you ok? " she nods. "I'm fine, father. Just sense something abnormal".

She turns her back to him, smiling with a slight joy. "I wonder if he will play the same games Admiralty plays." Christopher sighs in his office, "So we have refugees now, alright. Let them establish themselves".

the soldier nods. 1 of the fog models bursting in "SIR!" he glances at her "yes" bowing slightly "Super battleship Yamato and Musashi have detected my existence and recognized it as a threat" he nods "of course they would now".

"You sense that signal as well, didn't you? " She nods. "it felt like Family. " she says the word slightly hesitantly. "there is no need for you to worry. Family is nothing to be shy about. If you want to treat somebody like family, then treat them like. It, they can either return them or learn to deal with it".

"back to the topic. They've designated you as a threat because of the changing world the creator of Fog just revealed itself and even The Admiralty is looking for it." simply brushing it off as if it was dust. Her eyes widen.

"you mean, are creator alive?" he nods. "obviously, even the Admiralty is clearly looking for it. Of course, getting help from the other flagship because even Kongou is currently confused, she did get filled in by Yamato. Those 2 seem to have a decent relationship".

He sighs. "I'm more worried about the city, since the only trace of the creator was in a human city. They will probably level it to find out." he nods, thinking about that.

"Your new mission is to go back to casual patrols along the coastline of Canada, of course, with extra fleet members. I've also assessed the need to add a co-processor to your possible an advanced Fleet A.I. to lessen the burden of a fleet handling on your computing".

She nods. "so, what are you going to do with Canada? " He grins. "turn it into the largest human refuge on the planet. I am a neutral party, so I can do that stuff, since I'm neither human nor fog.' She nods, leaving shortly after.

"Shall I release another burst of my authority, but on which ship, hmm? " He scans through the options. "the furthest away from them should be within the depths of Antarctica, ya I'll release it there.

He disappears, standing in the cold of Antarctica. He lightly places his hands together, pulling them apart. Slowly, a crystal appears in. His hand moving his hands. He carries it.

Glancing at the perfect position, he lifts his hand up flat; the crystal flying out into the snow, floating above it. The Crystal shoots a beam up a vortex, forming around it the Grand vortex, siphoning off the pollution in the air.

Disappearing, he creates and activates other creations with his will. The Ships sense it as the explosive aura spreads out. From them shifting the tides of fight, "I wonder which 1 will realize a human and fog are required to properly activate my technology".

He disappears again, "and very specific 1s at that". Christopher pulls up the native human genes, editing those of a few. He creates an activation condition. "exposure to fog with emotional cores". he grins.

"I am a twisted fuck, but at least this gives both factions hope of some sort of treaty". Shifting his hands, he inserts 3 1 into Chihaya he insert another into Makie "that will activate 2" before looking through the selection, inserting the special gene into a completely random newborn.

nodding, he returns to his job as the leader of Platinum, sitting in his office taking a sheet of paper glancing at it "hmm" looking at it "cabinet ministers seem I'll have to set up a human government".

He signs the sheet before pulling another off the pile. "so this 1 about urban housing I'll have to make an industrial area to prevent pollution and populous from mixing" writing his solution he place it in the complete pile.

Before pulling out a blank sheet, "ship classification"

"Light Corvette, the patrol ship at the outer rim of the fleet, reports to heavy Corvettes"(light ship)

"heavy Corvette, primary information transfer point reporting to the Light Cruiser" (Light medium ship)

"Light Cruiser Primary intelligence unit" (medium ship)

"frigates primary assault vessel

"Cruiser, secondary assault vessel" (medium heavy ship)

"Destroyer adapted to a ship destroyer meant for naval Superiority of the fleet" (heavy ship)

"Heavy Cruiser, the Sustained heavy fire and endurance ship." (heavy ship)

"Battleship, a ship meant to be the flagship of a fleet detachment strike force when operating in tandem with a Super battleship. They provide additional calculation power links and are the resupply point of fleet detachments, as well as the intelligence transfer link of light cruisers". (heavy ship)

"Super battleship, the command ships and leader of the navy fleet divisions force, resupply point for battleships and other classifications requirements supply field ammunition fabrication store and light and heavy production."

"weapon platform. A long range detachment of the fleet specifically made for Fire suppression system, designated artillery heavy ship production"

"Aircraft carrier Division information archive stores tactical data and other information and light medium ship production. "

"Continental weapons platform, the Fleet command ship"

writing the last classification, he sliding it off to the side, he pulls another piece of paper out "agriculture" *SIGH* "I swear to god if this is another food shortage I'm going to go mental".