NieR: Whirlpool

Bunker, command hall,

Commander White's office remained in a state of absorbed silence.

She sat at her desk, her eyes sharp and deep, staring at the battle map on the screen.

Her fingers tapped out a brisk rhythm on the holographic keyboard.

Suddenly, the office door was gently pushed open, and an intelligence agent appeared at the door.

She was holding a document in her hand, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw White:

"Commander, we have received an order from Space Station No. 1. Please review it."

White looked up, a gentle smile appearing on her face, which showed respect and gratitude for her subordinates.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

The intelligence officer nodded, handed the document to White, and then stood quietly aside without making any unnecessary noise.

White took the order curiously.

She glanced at the documents, her face gradually became solemn, and finally her smile completely disappeared. She just looked very calm.

After a moment, she looked at the intelligence officer, her brows slightly relaxed, and said very gently: "Go find 21O and come over."

"Yes!" The intelligence officer saluted seriously and turned to leave.

White fixed his eyes on the document in front of him again, with an imperceptible look of doubt on his face.

She sat quietly at the table, the image of a man appearing before her eyes.

His name is like a flag in the army, representing strength, discipline and glory.

His appearance is always impeccable: the straight uniform, the shining medals, and the deep and determined eyes all demonstrate his excellence and dignity as a soldier.

His voice was always so calm and powerful, and every command was so clear and accurate that people could not help but obey.

His manners are always so decent and elegant, and every movement reveals the rigor and well-trainedness of a soldier.

His smile is always so gentle, but behind this gentleness lies his cruelty towards his enemies and his ruthlessness towards those who are different from him.

His words are always so inspiring, but within these inspiring words lies praise for war and contempt for sacrifice.

He was like a beast lurking in the dark, waiting for the right moment, ready to reveal his true claws at the right moment...

Thinking of this, the man's words echoed in her mind again:

"Commander White, you have unlimited potential, but that potential needs to be tapped and cultivated. Don't be afraid to challenge yourself, don't be afraid to go beyond your limits. Here, only those who keep improving can stand at the forefront and become true leaders."

She thought about it, then took out a few documents from the filing cabinet, and saw a few big words written on them:

[DOC--04-01-03-REMOVAL-ORDER-TECH-DIR] Formal decision to remove the position of Director of the Technical Development Department of Base No.

Several other documents read:

[DOC--04-01-04-EXEC-ORDER-TECH-DIR-TREA] Execution Order: Hunt down and deal with the former Technical Development Director of Base for his treasonous behavior

[DOC--04-01-05-APPOINT-ORDER-TECH-DIR-NEW] Appointment Order for the New Director of Technology Development at Base No. …

Then, a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she muttered to herself:

"Commander-in-Chief Cygnus Prime, what... are you going to do..."

She put the documents back into the filing cabinet and grabbed the orders she had just received from the desk.

White's brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes swept over the cold words on the document again, but her heart was like a turbulent sea.

She stood up, paced lightly, and waited quietly for 21O to arrive.

Soon, 21O walked into the office. Her steps were as light and steady as ever, and her eyes revealed respect for Commander White.

“Commander, are you looking for me?” Miss 21O’s voice was clear and firm.

White nodded and motioned her to sit down.

"21O, you are the best intelligence analyst in YoRHa, and I need your wisdom and insight." White's voice was low and powerful.

21O nodded seriously, indicating that she was ready to follow the commander's instructions.

White handed the document to 21O.

"This order comes from Space Station No. 1, from our most respected Commander-in-Chief Prime." Commander White's expression was very calm, with a subtle hint of sarcasm in his words.

21O took the document and read it carefully. Her eyes gradually became serious, and it was obvious that she also realized that there was something wrong with this order.

At this moment, White's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, once, twice... until the ninth time. This action seemed casual, but a glimmer of understanding flashed in 21O's eyes.

"I understand, Commander." Miss 21O's voice was low and firm. Then she smiled slightly. "I just received the communication from Team 9S. I will make the arrangements."

White nodded slightly, knowing that 21O had understood her hint.

They don't need too many words to communicate with each other. A look or a gesture is enough to convey each other's intentions.

"Go ahead, 21O." Commander White's voice rang out again, but this time there was a subtle urgency in her words.

21O stood up, saluted Commander White, and then turned and left the office.

White sat quietly in her office, her fingers tapping lightly on the desk again.

In the deep corridors of the bunker, 21O's steps were brisk and alert, yet seemed very natural.

Her eyes were sharp, like a falcon searching for potential threats, making sure she was not being followed or spied on.

After twists and turns, she came to an inconspicuous door. It looked ordinary, but it actually hid a secret passage leading to the communication room.

21O touched a barely visible mark on the wall, and the door slid silently open, revealing the entrance to the communications room.

Entering the communications room, she immediately conducted a quick check of the surroundings to confirm that there were still no hidden listening devices or surveillance cameras.

She activated the communication system quickly and skillfully. After a series of complex passwords and identification verifications, YoYoYa No.9's face appeared on the screen.

He sat in his office, with rows of surveillance screens and flashing data streams behind him, showing the base's high technology and ability to control information.

"Ms. 21O, I'm surprised you're here." Number Nine's voice came through the communication device, with a subtle sense of urgency in his calmness.

21O wasted no time, she got straight to the point, relaying Commander White's hints and orders to Nine.

Her words were concise and powerful, and every word seemed to be carefully chosen to ensure that the message was conveyed accurately.

Number Nine listened patiently, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded slowly.

"I understand, Ms. 21O. Everything will go as planned." There was a hint of chill in Nine's voice.

The communication ends.

21O turned off the equipment, and the communications room fell silent again.

She took a deep breath, then left the room silently, continuing to move through the shadows of the bunker as if no one had ever been there.

In the communications room of No. 9, a boy in white stood next to the holographic projector, his eyes flashing with calm calculation.

Then he turned to face the black-clad machines waiting for orders.

"Mr. Chief of Staff," the black-clad mechanical voice echoed in the communications room, "Please give the order."

The boy in white smiled slightly, his voice carrying a hint of unquestionable authority:

"There's a rocket about to launch from Shinjuku. I need you to make sure it doesn't reach its intended orbit."

The black-clad machine's red eyes flickered, indicating understanding:

"Understand that necessary steps will be taken to ensure the target does not pose a threat."

The boy in white nodded. He looked through the window of the communication room at the holographic simulated sky in the distance:

"We must act quickly and without leaving any trace, and not let anyone know it was us."

"As you command, Your Excellency."

The silhouette of the black machine began to blur, and then disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never existed.