The day has come. After seemingly endless trials and tribulations of studying for the bar, Andreas has reached his goal of becoming an admiral. Following into the footsteps of his great-grandpa Andreus the 12th, he has never think of an occupation other than leading a great fleet of ships while pursuing but one objective of utmost importance. Yes, since Andreas was a child, no, from the moment he was born, fate let him know that he shall put his life to the task of protecting what he loves and treasures. To become a shield for the weak and to become a savior the world needs. Whether the world is worth of being saved is only a trivial matter to this very young man. He knew what he needs to do. Now friends, let us accompany him on his wild and dramatic quest full of adventures and life lessons.

It was a windy, yet warm morning at the local naval base of Zweikrallendorf. Andreas has just arrived by car, observing the misty location while searching for his reserved parking ground. It took him not too long to find said spot. With ease Andreas parked his Opel Galaxy 3000 into the tiny 1,80m wide parking slot, performing a doubled tornado spinner as if it was taken directly out of a tutorial video one could find on JuTube. "First task of the day… a success!" muttered Andreas as he was pleased with his performance and proceeded by exiting his car which was polished to the extent where one could see his own mirror image when getting closer. He took out his pink suitcase from the luggage trunk. While firmly grasping it, he began his march to the main entrance of the great facility. Along the way, Andreas could not spot any sign of human activity. The only things he could perceive were the rush sounds of waves and even more waves of water ramming against the cliffs in front of the base. Not even a sound of any machinery Andreas could observe with his well-trained ears. He guessed that it was still too early for people to work. After all, no one truly favors working at 6 A.M. over sleeping in a warm bed. Standing in front of the front gates made out of titanium, Andreas took out his keys sent to him by the officials a few days prior and slowly turned it inside the lock. With a great SNIEK-sound the gates opened themselves slowly, allowing the fresh admiral to enter the inner courtyard. After cautiously putting his keys back inside his pockets, Andreas put his hand on his masculine chest, closing his eyes: "…yosh. Let's go." As he confirmed his readiness, he knew there was no going back. This is it, the day he has longed for so long. It's time to tackle the shit out of his new job. He was more than ready. He was super-ready. Without further ado, he finally entered the facility where he would spend the next years of his life.

The hallways were as empty and almost as silent as the outside of the building. There was also no person to be seen. As Andreas wanders around, in search of his described office, he started to wonder whether he has mistaken the date of his first day of service. But he did not need to wonder for long, because he knew there was no way he could make such feeble error on the most important day of his life. No, he was sure. There's got to be another reason for the lack of souls. As he decided to stop his senseless wondering, he focused on finding his office. Good thing is that the building is actually pretty well structured and it did not take him too long to find his destination. "Three cheers to the architect", Andreas thought to himself. Being unable to wait any longer out of excitement of seeing his oh-so-beautiful office, Andreas enters his private domain people have been taken care of for sure... or so he believed. Reality was different. Being quite shocked at the sight of the room, Andreas gasped furiously while trying to maintain control over his inner self. "This can't be…" The room he was standing in was in a hilariously bad shape. The wallpaper was hanging half-way from the wall, there was no furniture aside from a dusty old cabinet and the floor was cracking as if it could give in any moment. But the most distracting feature the room had to offer was this seemingly random-placed box in the middle of the room. Andreas could not make any sense out of that. Why would anyone do that? Surely he had to enter the wrong room. His train of thoughts was soon cut off, because suddenly the wall on his left broke, or more like exploded, into 3000 pieces, pushing the young admiral to the ground who was trying to take cover. Although his quick reflexes on acting according to the given circumstance is remarkable, the situation he finds himself in is not one to be jealous of. Tons of dust were in the air and made it difficult for Andreas to catch his breath. Among all the confusion he was in, he finally realized something important. "MY SUITCASE! WHERE IS IT?" Desperately he tries to sight his pink buddy, but it was still quite dusty. He would not know what to do if anything was to happen to his precious belonging. Finally, he makes out its shape and rushed straight at it. Confirming its status and seeing that his beloved suitcase was undamaged by the explosion, Andreas let out a sigh of relieve. Not much later was his eye-tearing reunion interrupted by a loud set of screaming and popping of party crackers. "SURPRISE! Welcome to our naval base, Admiral!" On the other side of the demolished wall, a group of young girls and other people were standing, applauding the admiral for his "save" arrival. Andreas, at the end of his comprehension, was standing there, in the middle of all these people, not understanding what the fuck just happened. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF PANDAS IS GOING ON?!"