<em>Arizona</em>wasn't really responsive to<em>Effie's </em>touch as she sat there, and zoned out. In her Core, the revelation of what was discovered shocked her to her system. The Object was a FOG Data nod. A storage device that was meant to hold onto data for later analysis. However, looking into the record, It held every single report that the Group sent to the Contact over the past seventeen years. All the way down to the very first report that<em>Arizona</em>sent to it, saying that she reached the patrol zone, and was commencing patrols immediately. Everything was in there. It was not copies but the actual data reports. The Node was modified to reply with several responses. Yet the most used was: "Report Received, continue as ordered." The Last report recorded was sent by<em>Effingham</em>, whom had won the right of Flagship for the Patrol period immediately before<em>Arizona</em>did.<br/><br/>When<em>Suzu</em>approached and helped<em>Arizona</em>to her feet, the Battleship appeared hardly there. She was led back to her ship, and back to her room. There, Arizona simply plopped down onto the bed, and curled into a small ball. She felt lost. She always had a direction before. To follow her orders, and perform her duties. But now, now there was no duties, nor orders as Their mission has been shown to be false. What was she, was they, to do now!?<em>Arizona</em>felt lost, but worst of all, she felt like she let her Fleet down. Would it have been better if they never left the island? Simply continued on their course like nothing's changed and simply waited for the contact to return? No, that was no better than what they were doing.<br/><br/>Maori watched as all this transpired. She didn't understand what was going on, and why that Scary Battleship was suddenly looking so haggard. Though as the she was led away back to her ship, and the others started to come around her once again. trying to be friendly, and neighborly. Maori did a quick peek, and made sure that the scary battleship was far enough away. When she felt it safe, she jumped out from behind<em>Effie</em>, and took a proudly defiant stance. "HA HA HA! Yous all know well. The Lord of Gumdrops is pleased. Yous all will make fine Minions for the mes conquest of da world's candies!" She declared triumphantly as if she just defeated the Great UN fleet 17 years ago single handedly.