Editing HEAVY OBJECT:Volume11 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 11===

The main battle between the Baby Magnum and the Destruction Fes approached as Quenser and Heivia watched, but that did not change what they had to do.

They wanted the gigantic speaker used as an acoustic weapon. More specifically, they wanted the electromagnets inside.

The two idiots grabbed onto a nearby ship and climbed onboard again. They jumped from ship to ship among the eerily colorful explosions to reach the fallen peacock feather.

“If the lineup of fireworks is destroyed, won’t the chaff vanish and won’t the acoustic weapon come back to life?”

“Even if the fireworks completely stopped now, it wouldn’t immediately eliminate all the metal in the air.”

“Shit! The Destruction Fes is really pushing forward now. It’s coming this way!! Is it trying to crush us by running us over!?”

“That’s actually exactly what we need! Help me out, Heivia. Let’s keep our work to a minimum!!”

They had finally reached the wreckage of the acoustic weapon leaning over several of the ships.

Even if it was made to be put together or broken down by human hands, Objects were made to withstand a nuclear blast and it would be difficult for the two of them to manually tear it apart. They spotted a speaker that had separated from the entire peacock feather due to the impact of the fall and Heivia lifted it up using a crane-like device attached to one ship to transfer cargo. Quenser dragged some plastic gas cans and metal drums from the nearby ships and attached those “floats” to it with wires.

“Throw it now! It won’t sink like this!!”

“Damn this thing’s scary. If I’m not careful, I think our ship might flip right over.”

With a loud splash, they tossed the giant speaker – or rather, electromagnet – into the dark sea.

Quenser than borrowed one of the cables used to send signals to the fireworks.

“We don’t have a power source to match an Object reactor!”

“We don’t need one! The electromagnet will still work as long as it has power! …Yes, yes. The ship’s large diesel engine will work as a generator. If I connect it here…!!”

The Destruction Fes arrived a moment later.

Dozens and even hundreds of ships broke apart as easily as styrofoam as it fiercely tackled them. It was going to skim right past Quenser and Heivia to hit the Rose & Lily in the center. And it would set off the fireworks and shrapnel scattered around it, so their human bodies could easily be turned to mincemeat.

The two idiots scrambled from ship to ship, trying to get as far away as they could.

But they made sure not to jump into the ocean and for good reason.

The Destruction Fes seemed to pitch forward as it rapidly lost speed.

The electromagnet had stolen all the iron sand it relied on for its speed.

The Destruction Fes mixed iron sand with the seawater to create the framework it needed to fire the water out like a railgun or coilgun for the massive thrust it needed. So what if a powerful electromagnet sucked up all the iron sand, leaving only the pure seawater behind?

The answer was simple.

The Destruction Fes could no longer use its boosters.

It arrived right in front of the Rose & Lily but could not take the last step, just like a fierce dog held by an invisible chain.

However, its target was a fattened luxury cruise ship.

An Object’s main cannon could easily send it to a watery grave.

They had to settle this before the Object began thinking more clearly.

“Go, Princess…”

Worried for his fiancée’s safety, Heivia ignored the fireworks going off all around him and raised his voice. With the metal for the colored flames acting as chaff, their radios did not work. His voice would not reach her, but he yelled anyway.

“Blow it awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!”

If the remote-controlled Destruction Fes was destroyed, Azureyfear’s faction could no longer move. No matter how many stealth submarines, satellites, and soldiers they had, it all came down to this one Object. Without their ultimate bargaining chip, that pack of wolves would become a flock of sheep. He would no longer have to worry about his fiancée being exposed to that excessive firepower.

The Princess did just as he had hoped.

She took the optimum position while destroying the smaller unmanned ships and she prepared to fire her main cannons without damaging the cruise ships.

The main cannons’ targeting lenses and sensor heads whirred, and…

“…?”

Something caught Quenser’s attention and he focused again on the Destruction Fes as it was lit up by the countless detonating fireworks. He grabbed a pair of binoculars from the leisure equipment thrown on the deck.

“What is it now, Quenser!?”

“This isn’t right. What is this? What does it mean?”

He was looking at the main spherical body near the top. Specifically, at the entrance hatch. It should have only been for decoration on this remote-controlled model, but it was irregularly opening and closing like a goldfish’s mouth or gills.

“Ah.”

What if?

Unlike a manned Object, the fully remote-controlled Destruction Fes did not need an oxygen supply system. It did not need a circulation system like the Princess had that used caustic soda to remove the carbon dioxide from the exhaled air so it could be reused again and again.

“Ahh.”

What if?

If the Destruction Fes was taking in oxygen, it would introduce a fair bit of risk. For example, if the dozens of bulkheads along the boarding tunnel to the cockpit could be opened and then closed one at a time in order: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…n. That would carry fresh oxygen from one “room” to the next. Of course, without a filter, that method would not protect against a nuclear attack.

“Ahhhh!!”

What if?

Then why would the Destruction Fes even want oxygen in the first place?

Wasn’t it unmanned?

And if not, who was onboard?