Hyperion - Alexander - Flying Dutchman - Titanic - Spear of Adun - Pride of Altaris - Memory of Nezin - Pioneer - Harbinger - Pillar of Autumn - Spirit of Fire - Razor Crest - Pelican - Hyacinth - The Brilliance of Markulag - Heading Towards Dawn - Korsmanath A'awoj - White Base - Babel Tower - Rhode Island - Pink...
Pink furry rabbit?
What on earth is this chaotic list!?
How did the Spear of Adun even come up? He clearly didn't mention the Spear of Anduin to the doll back home? Or did he inadvertently turn a Simulation Battle with the Spear of Anduin into a training level?
Not only on the top deck, but even the side of the ship had it. Two little guys setting up ladders were now using rollers to paint a pink rabbit on the side of the ship.
But after noticing the return of the gunship, they directly grabbed their brushes and paint cans and dashed into the cabin.
After parking the gunship, Renault immediately smelled a strong smell of paint as he stepped down from the aircraft.
These troublemakers at home even prepared paint without saying a word!
Renault sighed and followed the smell of paint. Soon, he saw two little guys wrapping up their brushes while looking for something.
"Hurry up! Otherwise, the Commander will come looking for us soon!" C96 urged quietly.
Maria, on the other hand, rummaged through the cluttered cabinet, trying to find a rag to temporarily wrap up the brush and put it in the cabinet.
"Don't rush me! Those guys must have taken all the rags! There's none left here now! Should we just leave it like this... Oh!" Maria didn't finish her sentence before Renault grabbed her by the neck, and C96, too, was grabbed by Renault like two little animals, not daring to move.
"Cough, um, good evening, Commander..." Being lifted by just one hand, especially being held by the back of the neck like this, apart from G36, perhaps only the Commander would do it.
G36 was currently busy in the dining room, so just by feeling someone behind her, she could guess who it was without turning around.
"Speak up, who started this?" Renault asked, arms crossed, looking at the two little guys with their heads down.
So many words on the deck, each font different, and the colors were all over the place. Maria and C96 were drawing rabbits, but obviously, they couldn't have produced those fonts on the top deck. If no one led this, he didn't believe these guys would dare to mess around like this.
"It's MDR, she said she came up with some good names, so..." Seeing Renault's stern face, Maria immediately spilled the beans, like bamboo tubes pouring beans.
MDR somehow got hold of this long list of names from somewhere, and then everyone gathered together and each picked out a few names they liked, but in the end, they couldn't come up with a unified conclusion.
In the end, P90 just said, "Just paint whatever name you like!"
As a result, everyone acted, got some leftover paint from the cruise ship, and while Renault was flying over to pick someone up, they took brushes and paint and acted without permission.
Hearing Maria and C96's words, Renault rolled his eyes in annoyance and tapped their heads lightly. "I knew you guys were up to no good! If you cause trouble again next time, I'll have you two go clean the deck with the Executioner and Disruptor!"
"Hehe." Seeing Renault gently tap their heads, C96 and Maria smiled apologetically. Obviously, their Commander wasn't really angry.
"Go on, find a place to put away the brushes and paint. It might be needed later." Waving his hand at the two, Renault walked towards the dining room.
It should be dinner time now. Executioner and Intruder had already eaten on the cruise ship, but the ones left on the ship hadn't eaten yet.
MDR would most likely be in the dining room now. There was nowhere to hide on this ship, and for him who personally designed the entire ship, he knew much more about the ship's nooks and crannies than his dolls at home.
MDR sat in the dining room while browsing the anonymous board, looking for new posts to comment on when someone suddenly removed her hat.
Snap!
"Ouch! Who hit me!?"
"Heh, quite a temper you have."
"Uh... cough, Commander, you just came back, we were waiting for you to have dinner." Seeing Renault standing behind her, MDR forced a smile and looked around.
Snap!
"Don't play dumb with me! Are you the one who incited everyone to write and draw on the deck!?"
Hearing Renault's words, all the dolls nearby turned their bodies straight and sat up. They were afraid that Renault would also pick them up and scold them.
Seeing the reaction of these dolls, Renault found it somewhat amusing. These guys, they were probably bored to death during their time at the factory base. It hadn't been long since they came out, and under MDR's instigation, they had all started to let loose.
"Uh, Commander, you see, this ship has been nameless for so long, so we just wanted to..."
Snap!
With no patience, Renault snapped his fingers on MDR's forehead again. He smiled and said, "Alright, you like to let loose, don't you? Great! From tomorrow on, I'll entrust you with the painting of this ship!"
Originally, he had planned to finish painting the ship before test-flying it, but who would have thought that they would receive Mrs. Graven's invitation and rush over? There was no time to paint the ship.
He had originally planned to mix some special paints, but now it seemed unnecessary. With the ship's counter-detection equipment, when they flew over the two straits to the south, no radar detected them at all.
"What!? Commander! It's a big ship! All entrusted to me to paint!?"
MDR was shocked when she heard Renault's words.
Such a large ship, all to be painted by herself? How long would this task take?
"Otherwise? Such a simple task, I'm sure you can handle it easily by yourself, right? Remember, don't let those Rippers and Vespids from home take charge." Renault said, patting MDR's shoulder and putting her hat back on her head.
"What!? No...no way! Hey hey! CF05! P38! Nagant Revolver! You guys also participated! Say something!"
Want to read advanced chapters? go to my patréon for Chapters 200-950.
patréon.com/PorterOfSomething