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Chapter 222: The Great Krarga

Far Harbor

People lined the wharves and docks as they watched with fantasied horror at the huge dark purplish lump of flesh that gave off an overpowering stench being towed in by the seaplane tender, UNS Matador.

Despite the gagging smell, the elves who lived in the interior of the continent have never laid any eyes on any sea monsters before only hearing them in the tales passed down by their ancestors who crossed the Great Ocean coming to the New World.

Even the Islanders were impressed by the sheer size of the monster as they nimbly climbed up their ships' masts to gain a better view.

As the Matador passed by Far Harbor, it blew its fog horn in acknowledgment to the excitement and awe crowded who cheered wildly. They suddenly saw several moving islands that appeared to move following behind the UNS Float Wreck. They looked at each other in and wondered what are those, while the Isles sailors were dumbstruck by the scene.

The Matador released its towing chains and the PT boats took over the duty of towing it towards land at a location, two kilometers away from Far Harbor to prevent the stench from reaching the port.

The PT boats dragged the carcass as close to shore as possible and the tide washed the sea monster up to the beach where a large group of people donned in bright yellow bio hazardous gear waited.

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Dr. Sharon stared at the sea monster in excitement, momentarily ignoring the voice in her as she ran left and right of the carcass, taking samples and measurements. Even Magister Thorn wearing the cumbersome biohazard gear moved with vigor as he oohed and ahhed together with Dr. Sharon.

At a further distance, with their faces covered with cloth masks and rebreathers, Captain Blake stood with the trio of islanders and several other officers as they watched the ongoings happening at the beach.

Tents and isolation chambers, spotlights and measuring tapes were all set up here and there as the science team and techs swarmed over the sea monster.

"What are they doing?" Dijon, his voice muffled as asked while looking at the strange yellow suited people moving around the monster's carcass.

"They are taking samples and other readings to find out more about the creature," Blake thought awhile before he replied in as simple terms as he could. "They are dissecting the monster."

"Sam- pearl?" Megan frowned at the unfamiliar word. "Die- secting?"

"Erm," Blake snapped his fingers as he thought of the appropriate reply. "Cutting it up to see what it is and see if anything can be used from it."

"Oh like a Monster Dismantler?" Megan asked.

"Yea, I guess so?" Blake could only give a helpless shrug. "They are also studying it to find it weakness and other stuff."

"I see," Dijon nodded in understanding. "Understand the enemy to defeat the enemy!"

Blake nodded and returned to watching the scene before them. He had speed read the preliminary report sent by Commander Ford as they have flown over here.

The pilots reported that their .50 cal and 20 mm guns barely able to penetrate the rubbery hide of the monster and the 50 kg bombs and the 3" HE shells killed it in the end.

If that was true, they would need to develop AP shells for the 3" guns and also some form of depth charges or even torpedoes to kill these monsters if there are more of them out there! Blake frowned as he thought of the unknown lurking out there and they definitely need to equip all the ships with sonar!

"Do these monsters appear frequently?" Blake asked. "How do your ships deal with them?"

Dijon stared at the hooman, thinking whether should he tell him anything. He chest still smolders with the thought that the Princess's heart is his.

Megan watched Dijon's expression and rolled her eyes before lightly slapping the back of her hand against his shoulder. Dijon gave a sigh before saying, "They normally stay at the deeper parts of the oceans. That is one reason why no ships ever made it back to the Old World."

"The younger ones tend to drift into shipping lanes once in a while," Dijon explained. "We will hang bells underwater and hammer it. They do not seem to like the sounds made by ringing bells underwater and will go away."

"But how do you spot them?" Blake asked curiously.

"We don't..." Dijon stared directly at Blake.

"We only know when suddenly a ship gets eaten..."

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Dr. Sharon hovered excitedly over a tech who was using a hi powered drill to pierce the hide of the monster. After several minutes, the drill finally sort of managed to punch through the rubbery hide and yellowish fat flowed out.

She quickly scooped the pale yellow fluid and collected it into a jar before running off to the onsite mobile lab that was set up for analysis. The sea monster looked similar to a Terran giant squid with an arrowhead but with 2 pairs of eyes and a pair of pincer claws.

"How fascinating!" Dr. Sharon cried she first saw the creature. It has been quite a while since she had a new species to play with. And today there were two new species for her to look at and play with!

"I will find out all your secrets," She whispered to herself as she sat down on the lab table. "Than I will look at those cute little Island whales! Hehehe!"

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UNS Matador, Bridge

Ford gave a sigh of relief and removed his cloth mask. The stench of the monster was just really bad and he wondered if the smell will linger on, on his ship. He better have the Chief Mate to open up all hatches to air the whole ship later.

He turned his gaze towards the Island Whales that had followed them back and wondered what they wanted from them. If those things lingered around here, they gonna cause some shipping hazards as they can move around the area.

Now that they reached Far Habour, they just have to wait for a tug to pull them into the port and the crew can get some time off after they secured the ships. Ford sighed as he thought of all the paperwork and reports he got piled up for him when he returned to his office on land.

"Damn, I rather fight sea monsters than do paperwork!"

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A couple of hours later, Blake boarded the Matador with much fanfare from the crew with the Islanders in tow. They looked around the ship with curiosity as they stood on the launch deck and wondered why did they build the top decks flat and how does this ship with two hulls move with any sails.

Ford smiled at the expressions of the Islanders and Dijon recognized Ford as he waited with a party of senior officers at the entrance to the island bridge. "Welcome onboard the Matador."

"What is this flat deck for?" Dijon could no longer hold back his curiosity.

"This?" Ford tapped the deck with his feet and grinned. "Its for flight operations."

"We can land dragons and other flying machines here," Ford explained to the surprised Islanders.

"Dragons?" Dijon gave a jerk as he looked around the launch deck again. "This is... ingenious!"

"Why haven't we taught of it before!?" Akron cried out. "The Isles have no heavyweight or medium weight species of dragons."

"But we have plenty of lightweight dragons that served as scouts and messengers," Akron explained. "Normally if we use them on board the ships, they land or fly off from the masts of the ships, but there is a chance to damage the masts, riggings, or sails."

"This idea of having the decks of the ships flat for dragons to land and take off..." Akron eyes glowed as the concept of a dragon carrier came into his mind.

Megan stood at the side and watched the exchange among the hoomans and her colleagues and frowned inwardly. These hoomans have so many innovative ways to do things and they kept insisting none of these ideas were powered by magic.

Where did these hoomans come from? And where did they all learned these 'tek-no-logee' from? Will they turn on us and invade us? Megan felt more and more uncomfortable the longer she was with the hoomans as she couldn't understand them.

"Megan!" Dijon yelled out. "This ship is amazing!"

Megan schooled her face and smiled, not giving off any indication of how disturbed she is with the smiling hoomans. She shuddered slightly as she looked at the two tall hoomans looking at them with consolation looks like they were children in their eyes.

Dijon and Akron continued to discuss about the endless possibilities that this concept could bring to the Isles. Megan feigned interest and kept a wary eye on the hoomans who lead them to a tour of the ship, in a way, showing off their power.

Frankly, she was shocked by the power of the hoomans and the Princess alliance. Two ships and a few strange flying machines killed a sea monster that would normally take over 20 great warships to defeat and they did not even suffer a single casualty.

Not to mention the prosperity of the city they have seen that no other cities or kingdoms could replicate! There were no beggars seen nor even any poor folk. The poorest folk could even afford clothes with such high quality that no other kingdom could give them own people.

Megan suspected that this Blake wanted them to see how they defeated the Krarga and even hosted them to view their warship was to both give them a warning and assurance at the same time.

The message was simple. Become our enemy, and we will destroy you easily just as we had with the Krarga. But ally with us and you can be guaranteed good returns from how prosperous you have seen with your own eyes.

Megan was very sure this was not all of their powers, they must have some hidden card somewhere and with this thought, Megan felt afraid. One wrong diplomatic move, and we will have a Great Krarga at our throats!

She better make sure that Dijon doesn't do anything to anger the Captain or they will have a diplomatic crisis in their hands!

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Site of Krarga Research and Recovery

Magister Thorn hummed as he watched the efficient workers break down the Krarga piece by piece and labeled properly in the cold night. Lucky, it was winter and it helped to keep the carcass from rotting faster, if not, Thorn couldn't wonder how much worst the smell would be!

Workers struggled with power tools to cut the monster up with several science department techs overseeing the whole operation under the glare of the bright white lamps.

Power tractors hoisted the crated portions of the sea monsters and loaded them into trucks to be sent off to the refrigeration units to be further analysis by the Science Department later on.

He wondered who will win, Blue Thunder or this monster if the two of them ever fight. He had never seen such a huge monster in his life and the size and weight of the Krarga clearly outclassed the heavy weight dragons by a wide margin! He would place his bet on the Krarga by the looks of those hundred meters long tentacles that had nasty looking barbed suckers.

He doesn't even know what spells could hurt this creature and by the preliminary reports he heard from Dr. Sharon, the hoomans thunder weapons were barely able to pierce through its hide! Well good thing was that he doesn't really like the water!

Once his portion of samples arrives at the Academy, he will use a variety of spells to test on to see which spell and element are the most effective against it.

"Hahaha!" Thorn suddenly laughed while rubbing his hands. "My, even after getting this old, this old man still gets the chance to see new wonders! My life hasn't been in vain! Hahaha!"


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Chapter 223: Friendly Giants

Bursts of salty water sprays drizzled over Dr. Sharon as she soaked in the sun on the forward decks as the PT boat engines roared over the sounds of crashing waves. She carefully shuffled her way next to a green faced Magister Thorn who looked like he was gonna collapse anytime.

"How are you doing?" Dr. Sharon grinned at the sickly looking Magister.

Thorn gagged as he tried to keep himself from vomiting from the seasickness. "Th- this is not wh- what I call enjoyable..."

Dr. Sharon laughed and whooped as the craft bounced higher while the crewmen secretly sniggered behind their stations. Despite being only a 15 minutes ride, the rough journey made Thorn seriously sick as he had never experienced something like this before.

"Look, we are reaching already!" Dr. Sharon grabbed Thorn and shook him excitedly, making him groan and leaned over the side to puke.

"Hold on to ya hats!" A cry came out from the pilot house and suddenly the PT boat swung madly to starboard, turning a sharp 180 degrees and throwing a large sheet of water into the air.

Magister Thorn yelled in fright as he felt himself flying off the buckled seating while Dr. Sharon laughed madly.

The PT boat finally settled down next to a curious Island Whale which the pod of Island Whales had stationed themselves several kilometers away from land.

The huge beakhead of the Island Whale peered out from the water surface and blinked its beady eyes. There was a pale scar that ran from under its left eye all the way down to its long neck. It bayed out a cry of greeting before sinking its head down underwater to feed on the numerous plankton and jellyfish like organisms.

The pilot smoothly reversed the PT boat so that the stern of the boat faced the creature and the crew dropped two inflatable dingies over the side.

"Thorn?" Dr. Sharon dug into her medical pouch and handed him a space sickness pill and a bottle of water. "Take this, it will help you with motion sickness."

Thorn gratefully accepted the pill and swallowed it with the water. After a while, he felt better, the giddiness had subsided and he here no longer felt like vomiting.

The crew called out for the Science Team to gather at the stern to board the dingies. On the other sides of the PT boat, similar scenes played out on two other PT boats as Marines boarded the dingies in ones and twos.

Seaman Lero ensured his shotgun was strapped securely behind his back as he took the spot on the electric motor of the dingy. The Science Team slowly made their way down to the dingies, five on each with two naval crewmen with them.

Once everyone had settled down, Lero powered the motor up and pointed the dingy towards 'land'. The inflatable dingies were taken from the life craft of their spaceship scrapped gently up the beach of the Island Whale.

"Alright out!" Lero yelled out to the team on his dingy. "Everyone help pull the boat up! We don't want it to be washed away by the waves or tide!"

Dr. Sharon's boot hit the sandy beach and she looked around in wonder. "How this creature is able to carry an island on its back?"

She returned to help the rest tug the boat up the beach and quickly turned her attention to her surroundings. If she did not see the head of the Island Whale, she would have thought that this was a real island!

The only difference from a tropical Earth type foliage was the colors of the leaves and species of trees and plants. Driftwood and other sea debris littered what appeared to be a tide line. Sharon could even see several small crustaceans species running about on the sand.

Cries of wyvern nesting in the trees echoed out together with sounds of other creatures and insects that vied with each other for attention.

"This is amazing!" Dr. Sharon cried out as she activated her shoulder mounted video camera while the Marines that landed spread out in a protective formation.

Lero and the other naval crewmembers lugged out crates of equipment from the dingies and a few Science Team members quickly set up instruments and other unknown equipment that Lero could only guess their purpose.

"Hey, Doc!" Sergeant James Bone walked over and greeted Dr. Sharon. "How's it going?"

"Hey there Sarge!" Dr. Sharon smiled as he recognized the Marine. "You look a lot better since the last time I said you laying on the hospital bed bleeding all over my floor!"

"Ha!" James grinned. "Marines are meant to be mended and patched!"

"Don't make it a habit," Dr. Sharon advised. "There only so few of us left..."

"Yeah," James nodded as he promised. "Anyway, what do we have here?"

He looked at the topical setting of the island which greatly clashed against the drifting snow and cold winds.

"Well, my guess is these creatures migrate from one place to another during the cold seasons, most likely to seas with warmer currents, hence tropic floral," Dr. Sharon said.

"Than why are they still doing here?" James watched Magister Thorn leading a couple of Science Team members poking at some stuff here and there excitedly.

"Your guess is good as mine," Dr. Sharon frowned and gestured out to the sea. "But if I would guess, I say they find it safer here? Another guess will be that they are recovering from the attack of the Krarga and once recovered they will move on."

"Hmmm," James thought that it made some sense. "Well, I got my boys to keep your team safe. Make sure none of your team moves without any security escort. We don't know is inside the jungle."

Dr. Sharon nodded and James gave a quick salute before he left to yell at his men. Even with the rumbling voice in her head, it didn't dampen her spirits as she looked at the new things that could be found here!

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UNS Singapore, Command Bridge

"Captain, the Science Team has landed safely on the Island Whale," An operator reported from his station.

Blake nodded and continued watching the live stream of the Science Team. He was surprised that there was such a creature here, which reminded him of those tales of turtles carrying the world on their backs, but in this case, it was an island.

I wonder if we could tame them? Thought Blake as he watched the ongoings on the back of the creature. If they could be controlled, won't they make good refilling bases for ships and planes?

"Captain," Commander Ford greeted Blake as he entered the Command Bridge. "How's the expedition force?"

"They landed and so far so good," Blake replied. "How about your end?"

It has been two days since the Fleet returned to the docks and the sea monster processed for scientific studies.

"Both ships will be undergoing refits and repairs. And with the weather forecast for the coming week showing that the seas gonna be very rough," Ford joined Blake at watching the imagery. "The Fleet will be stranded. So it's a good time for the ships to have some dock time."

Blake nodded, "Next week will be Founding Day, it's going to be the biggest holiday for everyone, I hope nothing unexpected turns up."

"Well, I can't really be surprised much now," Ford admitted. "But seriously, I think I need to rethink the manual for naval operations now."

"Also we gonna need depth charges, torpedos, and more firepower," Ford said. "That thing took all the 3" shells like we were just pissing at him."

"Lucky water transmit shock waves pretty well, if not I don't think we could have killed it," Ford pointed out their weakness. "Either that or we have to aim for its eyes."

Blake nodded, "Well, Ordnance is working on a larger variant of the 3" guns. Depth charges shouldn't be too hard them to come out with. But torpedos..."

"Torpedos are not really armor piercing weapons," Blake said to Ford. "well, we can still have Ordnance to do some research on it and come out with a viable plan later on."

Ford nodded, "Dragons, sea monsters, and now swimming islands. So what's next?"

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Back of Island Whale 'Scar'

The Science team gathered soil samples and bagged floral while the Marines played babysitters on the back of the Island Whale they called Scar due to a scar along the side of its head. James's booted feet crunched as he stepped on frozen insects and plants that were slowly wilting under the cold temperature.

"Hey Doc," James called out. "Isn't the cold bad for the ecosystem here?"

He toed a half frozen colorful wyvern with bright red and green feathers and a long feathery tail. Dr. Sharon bent down and carefully picked up the frozen creature the size of a chicken and gently wrapped it with thermo foil to help warm it up.

"Yes, the ecosystem here is dying due to the weather," Dr. Sharon busied herself with saving the poor shaking wyvern. "We see what we can share and collect. But I doubt much could be saved."

"Will it affect the Island Whales?" James asked as he shifted the weight of his rifle sling. "I meant with the island on its back dying, will there be any erm, problems for the whales?"

"I seriously don't know," Sharon replied. "I can't even imagine how we can even look at the biology makeup of these amazing creatures! And I still have a sea monster waiting for me back at the lab!"

"Happening times," James commented as he watched the wyvern coming back to life. "I wonder if the whales would allow us to take a blood sample?"

"Gauging by the strength of the Krarga," Dr. Sharon carried the revived wyvern up. "I think we might something a lot larger than the needles we have that can poke into the hide of these creatures."

"Heh," James laughed as they made their way back to the camp. "Wait!"

Dr. Sharon froze as did the rest of the team and the Marines. "What is it?"

"What is this?" James used his rifle muzzle and pushed away at some of the floral, exposing a glittering column. "Oh, my gods..."

Dr. Sharon and the rest of the team all looked stunned at the object that James had uncovered. A cluster of shimmering crystal columns glittered under the dim sunshine as the shriveled up plants covering its surfaces were pulled away.

"What is this?" James repeated as he looked at the rainbow glitter from the crystals. Each column was about the size and thickness of a human, and even with the weak sunshine from the overcast skies, the crystals gave off a glittering rainbow sheen.

"Spread out and see if are they any more of these crystals clusters!" James commanded his men, who started to search around the area and found several more clusters overgrown with floral.

"They seemed to grow out of the ground!" Dr. Sharon replied excitedly. "Call Magister Thorn over! He might know something!"

James nodded and gestured one of his men to do it while he continued to clear more of the vine and leaves away.

"What, these look familiar!" James frowned as he ordered his men to help clear the foliage away.

Dr. Sharon turned to James, "You are right, they do look familiar..."

"Isn't these those energy mana stone we gotten off that T Rex Godzilla monster?" James leaned forward and observed closely. One of the first classes given to the Marines is to not touch anything with their bare hands when outfield with the Science Team. Several images made up by Magister Thorn showing effects of someone touching an unknown magical artifact that backfired had the Marines' itchy hands controlled.

"Y- you are right!" Dr. Sharon stared wide eyed as she read the readout charts on her portable analyzer.

"It's energy reading is off the charts!"


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I feel super sleepy ... thunderstorm this morning woke me up at ard 2am ... and I couldn't fall back aslp.... urgh...

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