Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 5 Yamamoto Overhaul
“What the f.u.c.k is going on?”
A tall bulky man holding a tobacco surrounded by bouncer looking men yelled in bafflement. The question is not particularly directed to anyone, but to himself. He knew none of his men have a hint of whatever is coming for all they know is kill. His hands trembling as he threw the tobacco and grab the glock in his belt. He is the new mafia boss in muggle Moscow after the previous one went missing for an entire month and is then presumed dead.
‘Someone or something is targeting our group, no wonder those old foggies readily gave me this post without qualms. It’s useless now.’
Sweat trickled non stop, he felt icky and cold. He would have been fine if another group attacked and messed with theirs as dying or getting hurt because of another group is normal in his line of work. This one is different. His men goes missing one by one without anyone noticing the cause, even high tech cameras does not work on detecting his assailants.
His heart pounded like a cornered rat, threatening to pop out of his chest.
Bam*
The light went out for a fraction of a second and came back quickly. When he looked around he was alone in the parking space of their hideout. He almost went mad from fear and he began yelling profanities, begged to be left alone while shooting using the desperado style until his clip is zeroed out of bullets.
He threw the gun. It was useless. He regretted not saving one bullet for himself. He ran using everything he had. As fast as he can, empowered by drugs and adrenaline, he was on a whole new level of high.
Crash*
He tripped and fell face fist loosing a fair amount of teeth. He groaned and spat the blood and teeth in his mouth lest it be clogging his throat. His fierce and brave disposition as a gang boss completely gone, replaced by a trembling mess of a man thinking whether a hungry ghost or a curious alien took interest in him.
Masses of darkness with swirling black smoke appeared in front of him. Two golden colored orbs inside of them, making him tremble uncontrollably like a mouse in front of a cat.
“Who….”
His question however went unanswered as something hard hit the back of his head making him lose consciousness.
“ship”
Was the last thing he heard.
‘They must be aliens.’
In the middle of the Norwegian sea is a great expanse of black fog. Something a fisherman would not dare to enter. In the middle of this fog is a gigantic ship formerly called Yamamoto but is now called ‘Atlantis’. It was named after a great and mysterious ancient city in Africa now called Mauritania.
The Yamamoto is the largest Japanese military vessel ever created. It is capable of housing tens of thousands of people in an extinction level event. It was built in secret in order to avoid the breach of treaty between the United States that prevents the land of the rising sun from developing weapons of war.
It looked like a certain ark made in a Chinese located in a dam in the Himalayas. Yesss. That’s it. You have a great memory for remembering that piece. Good for you.
Unfortunately for the Japanese, it is now in the hands of a certain good looking transmigrator who has a passion for sh.i.p.s and voyage. Not really. He just wanted a mobile fortress away from prying eyes of dumb magical people and the poor unsuspecting muggles who thought they are on top of the food chain.
The outside is similar to the original if one used magic to view it, a magestic floating metallic colossus, the epitome of modern magic technology.
You must be thinking….. ‘Isn’t electronic devices and magic incapable of existing together? What the hell is the author thinking?’
Magic does interfere with electronic devices, that is a fact. These devices however is affected simply because they are run by electricity which becomes erratic when exposed to areas with high magic concentration. In short, as long as these electronics are modified into ‘magitronic’ devices they should work just fine. This isn’t a new concept as it has already been in existence for a long time in a neglected piece of genius called wireless aka. radio. Being overly reliant on magic is the most probable cause of the backward magic society in England.
The whole ship is now lined with highly sophisticated enchantments and dimly glowing runes that gathers magic in the atmosphere, it can dive under water or fly in the sky for short periods of time. Expensive wards are placed for defensive shielding, warning system, detection, and cloaking mechanism of the ship.
Amongst other enchantments, extension charms are applied to the previous crew quarters of the ship ranging from the size of a small city to some as big as Australia.
It was like a world of its own inside the ship.
There are vast gardens for magical plants, a place for breeding and taming magical creatures, agricultural areas to grow food, laboratories for potion making, enchantment and alchemy, theatres, food hall and so much more.
The whole ship is managed by thousands of shadow elves, brainwashed by Viktor into the arts of stealing and magicless combat. The rug they used to wear is no more as they have become a warrior race most of them wore tight fitting obsidian black armor covered by a black shadowy cape which added to their fearsome aura. Their previous meek personality was driven away and in its place is the pride and honor of being reborn.