Chapter 1: New Beginnings
The auditorium was filled to the brim with people who came to see the man who helped guide his country to victory. The media with their flashing camera lights, the whispering of the people who have gathered, and the cameramen making the news broadcast listening to his achievements.
"I am pleased to announce that we have an eligible person that will be taking charge of the Azur Lane organization. He earned high amounts of respect on the battlefield, entered the ranking of commander at an extremely young age. His achievements are impressive and notable by many countries, as he is quite dexterous and has a special skill that makes him eligible to take control of the Azur Lane Organization." The general paused for a second to flip the page on his speech.
"Many of you may have seen this man or even worked alongside him while fighting our so-called enemy who has surrendered and is now being determined by NATO as to what to do. But ever since the fighting has stopped for quite a while, he has seen some change, he would like to be left alone by the media. I won't go into detail on what happened to him and I shouldn't even be saying anything else about his current situation."
The general took a deep breath before letting out a loud audible sigh loud enough for the mic to pick up.
"He has contributed to this country well. His departure to the Azur Lane organization will be tomorrow. We wanted him to give a speech to all of you, but right now he is busy packing his belongings for his departure tomorrow and he doesn't want to show his face in public. I hope all of you will say your goodbyes before he leaves for Azur Lane. That is all for now, have a good night."
The media with their cameras lit up the stage with their camera flashes as if strobe lights were placed in the back of the auditorium seats. Everyone who attended applauded before they got up to leave the auditorium. The general left the scene by moving backstage. There, he was greeted by the well-achieved commander.
"I thought I told you not to tell them about my situation right now," said the commander.
"I didn't, but the media would be bombarding me with questions if I didn't state your current mental state. I had to make an excuse to keep them off of you."
"You made a speech but yet you never considered everything that I have said days beforehand?"
"I didn't think of everything when I had the stress of making a ten-page long speech, okay? You're a broken man after the war and we are doing you a favor by sending you to this organization."
The commander shut his mouth for a second before letting out a sigh.
"I don't know why I bothered being here. I could be at home moving my belongings to my new home. Do you know why I joined the navy? It is because I wanted to make a difference in this war. The media was spreading a bad rumor about the people who were barely getting by in this war. They were desperate for people that qualified for ranks due to them either being assassinated, found that they are being bribed, or are busy chasing tail. The government saw me as a candidate for such a rank due to my skill and tactics, despite my lack of experience and extremely young age. I don't mean to tell you what to do but, don't talk to me about what happens inside of my head. I have had enough of that in my time serving for this country."
"You better watch that mouth of your's commander cause you are playing with fire. You don't want to run your mouth against someone of a higher rank or do you want to be thrown back for bad-mouthing, do ya?"
He stared at the general for a while to figure out what to state next. Fortunately for him, his tough act was stopped due to him being outclassed by a different branch of the military and the general's logic. The commander walked past the general until he reached the door that read exit.
"I'm sure that this won't be the last time we meet again so do me a favor. Don't break any more of your promises," he shouted as the door slammed shut behind him.
"Dammit, that kid really needs to see a better therapist than what we are recommending to him."
The commander who is now driving back to his apartment building had set his car radio on with the news playing of the recent speech of him moving to his soon-to-be new base of operations. 'This war is over after four years of brutal fighting to suppress a terrorist that attacked us without notice. I am pleased to announce that we have an eligible person that will be tak-.' He turned it off after hearing about the general boasting about his achievements. According to the people that he has spoken to about the Azur Lane organization is that it comprised four main factions from around the world. The organization consisted of humanoid ship people that have their ship's large guns called rigging apparently as their weapons which sounded ridiculous at first. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere near the final days of the war where their enemies were on the verge of surrendering. So of course, nobody had the time to test them out. The organization was created a few days after the appearance of the humanoid ship people. Every humanoid ship was based upon a ship deployed or being developed during World War 2. Either way, this seems too science fiction to be true, seriously humanoid ships? Seemed ridiculous to be true, but apparently, it's true. They probably sent him there to test out their meddle. He tried to ignore all of the sci-fi humanoid ship shenanigans by admiring the scenery. The tall apartment buildings, the graffiti art painted on the walls, the green foliage near the meeting hall. He finally reached his home apartment, a blue building with multiple doors showing off the many rooms available at the apartment.
"Welp, I hope my new home is a better improvement than this dump."
He shoved the key into the lock and opened up his apartment room. The lights are on which unveiled a bare room with a rather unwelcoming home with a gloomy atmosphere. The walls were peeling away, the floorboards were covered in bits of dirt, and particles of dust can be seen in the corners. Looking down at the floor, there laid several moving boxes. The dishes in the sink waiting to be shined before being tucked away in the darkness.
"I'm home."
Taking a look around, he had realized he hasn't pulled everything down and decided that the best course of action was to finish up the rest of the packing. He went over to take down the many paintings to start packing them into the moving boxes along with the many other decorations scattered around the room. While grabbing all of his tactics books off of his shelf, a picture fell from the top shelf. He didn't remember putting a picture up on the shelves with all of his books. He snatched the picture off of the ground and took a quick glimpse, a wave of nostalgia hit him off of his feet, now on the ground observing every part of the photo. What am I doing looking at this I need to finish packing. He shoved the photo into a box that contained the word important possessions written on the side of it before he continued stripping the rooms of his apartment down to the point where every step echoes throughout the room. His crunch time was soon interrupted by his phone going off.
The phone read friend on it.
"Hey Monroe, what is it?"
"Have you not been getting my text messages? I texted you like ten times."
He gazed at his phone messages, seventeen notifications. "Uh yeah I umm, didn't have time to look at them."
"That is the worst lie you have ever told. Are you done packing yet? It will be a real problem if you don't finish packing. You will keep them waiting if you don't get on top of it."
"Yeah I am actually almost done packing up everything, I just have to sort them if I can locate my markers or something."
"Well since you are almost done, I guess I have nothing to worry about then."
"Alright then see you tomorrow."
"See ya."
The commander hung up first. He took a glance around the room. The walls are empty, the tables showed its entire flat surface, the bathroom had its bath curtains removed, all was left was his brush and cup for the last night, the bedroom had nothing but a mattress along with a nightstand, the furniture was all that was left to move tomorrow. He was finished, he gave a deep sigh of relief. The commander checked the time on his phone, 6:37 pm it read.
"I guess I have to make dinner now."
He took out an MRE (meal ready to eat) from a box by his refrigerator. This meal will be his last till it's time to leave for his new wack job of commanding humanoid ships. He opened the packet accordingly and shoved it in a bag of water to let the chemicals heat the food, chicken ravioli the package read. The smell of the food wasn't great, but it was what he ate regularly.
"Thank you for the food."
He practically inhaled the ravioli in ten minutes, it tasted just like the time he was in service on the field. God did he miss being out with his comrades. When they talked about their ideal women either having curvy shape, a pleasing bust size, a big ass, but to him all that talk made him think of family. The pleasant and simple days where all we had to focus on was to survive and to fight another day. The commander cleaned up after his meal, the kitchen sink, he remembered that the dishes weren't washed.
"Ugh," he grunted.
After cleaning up the dishes, placing them on a drying rack to later store them, he stormed to the bathroom to do his bathroom ritual which involved a cold shower and brushing his teeth before getting in his casual clothing which consisted of a black T-shirt with a navy blue shorts. The tire guy plopped himself on the couch, the TV was on the news with the general talking about his transfer to the Azur Lane organization. He was exhausted, his eyelids were getting heavy like there were steel balls chained to them. Slowly but surely he was drifting to sleep. "I am pleased to announce that we have an eligible person that will be taking charge of the Azur Lane organiza-"
This scene goes back around a week before the media announcement of him moving to a new base.
"Heard from central command that we are finally getting a commander." A woman in a white naval uniform, with a white mini skirt, with a white bow that is used to tie up her hair in a ponytail and dog ears that droop down blending in with her hair.
"Ara? Have we gotten any information about this new commander?" A similar woman but instead of droopy ears, her dog ears perked upwards showing the fluffy black gray fuzz in them.
"Negative, Atago. But I heard that he will be arriving a week from now or that's what they said," responded the ponytail woman. "But, I heard that he is the best on the field and a great tactician."
"Then we should throw him a welcoming party. Right, Takao?"
Takao put her hand to her chin for a moment before answering, "Most likely, he did earn his way to become this organization's new leader. We will need approval from everyone from every faction to throw this welcoming party."
"Then~ let's~ ask~ them."
They walked off to the Sakura Empire dorms for their request. A little woman cladded in red n white, two hair ornaments attached to her bangs, sitting with a little girl was hitting her with many questions. The little woman was sitting by a shrine watching the sakura petals fall as if it was raining while listening to the little girl's questions. The two of them interrupted her bombardment of questions.
"Ahem, hello lady Nagato," said Takao.
"Ah, Takao, Atago your timing couldn't have been better."
"Why are birds able to fly and we can't?" the little girl was still asking questions.
"That's enough questions for Mutsu now," announced Nagato. "So what brings you two here?"
"We are finally getting a commander to run the organization," said Takao.
"Yes. And we are thinking of holding a welcoming party for-"
Nagato interrupted Atago. "Wait, who told you this, Takao? Why wasn't I informed about this earlier?"
"Well, while I was on my way to the training facility, I believe that Enterprise, Bismarck, and Elizabeth were talking about a new commander coming to the Azur Lane base in about a week."
"And they never told me anything about this? They seem to always forget about me, the flagship of the Sakura empire."
"Ara. What's this about a new commander~?" An ominent voice traveled from behind them.
A white-haired fox woman with pointy fox ears stood and what seemed to be nine large fluffy tails contrast to their hair color stood behind them. The brown-haired fox woman was wearing a white top and a black and red overcoat with gold trimmings. The other fox woman was wearing practically the same thing but with a black top and blue, white instead of black and red.
"Oh, Akagi, Kaga… were you two out on a stroll?" asked the Sakura empire flagship.
"Yes, lady Nagato. But, my sister overheard Takao and Atago talking about a new commander," the white-haired kitsune answered.
"As we were saying, the commander is supposedly going to come to this island in about a week so we wanted to throw him a welcoming party," Atago showed a warm smile towards the flagship with a finger on her curved lip.
"Well, there is supposed to be a meeting tomorrow involving all four factions, I can ask them about this whole welcoming party idea."
"Yay! Thank you, Nagato." Atago hugged the flagship smothering her face into her breasts. Takao stopped her before things got worse for her sister ship.
"Atago, refrain yourself from crushing our flagship." Takao drew Atago back before she did any more damage to the flagship. Nagato gasped for a breath of air as if she was holding her breath for a minute or so.
"I just said that I was just going to ask the other factions about the new commander and if we can hold a welcoming ceremony for this supposedly new commander who will be leading us. Takao can you talk more about this new commander?"
"Well I only listened to some of it due to my disinterest in what they were saying but what caught my attention was that he managed to reach commander rank in such a short span of time and is good at handling the AA guns when the time called for it," Takao commented with her eyes closed trying to remember what the three faction's top brass was talking about.
"Ara, did you find an interest in this new commander already~" Atago teased at her sister.
"What? I don't know what you are talking about, Atago." Her face was slightly flushed.
"Well, anything else about this commander?" Akagi bumped in.
Takao thought for a moment, "Apparently he entered the military at a young age. Everyone that he has worked with calls him some nickname that I couldn't remember but I did hear that he saved lives and took just as many from his enemies." Takao paused for a while before saying "I think he won around three or more medals. But, what really caught my attention was that he was the one who has summoned us into this world."
Everyone fell silent after hearing Takao talk about the commander. Mutsu asked, "Hey big sister? Is this commander really good at wars then?"
The flagship looked at her little sister, "Perhaps, did you hear anything else about this commander, Takao?"
"Yes, I would love to hear more about this supposed commander of ours," Akagi giggled before a malicious smile formed on her face.
"I'm afraid that is all I remembered hearing before I resumed walking to the training facility."
"Well, I hope that this commander is as marvelous as we heard from Takao. Hopefully, the meeting will address more about this rumor of this supposedly high-ranking commander."
Buzz. The doorbell rang on the commander's door. The commander was still snoozing on the couch with the TV still on. Buzzzz. Finally, he managed to wake up. Buzzzzzzzz. "I'm coming." He said as he stretched on the couch before reaching the door to answer the visitor. The commander peeped into the peephole and saw Monroe on the other side of the door. He unlocked the door to greet his friend.
"Hey Monroe, what is it this time?"
"Did you not get my messages?"
"No, I just woke up."
"Sure, sure."
Monroe observed him from head to toe to see that his black shirt was wrinkled, his hair unkempt. He let out a sigh before telling him, "Well, spruce yourself up before you start loading the moving truck. I'll go ahead and start loading your belongings."
"Thank you, Monroe."
The commander headed towards the bathroom to do his morning ritual in the bathroom. His naval uniform was hung up in the bathroom. He took a quick, cold shower to help him become fully awake before fixing his hair and putting on his uniform. By the time he came out, only a few boxes remained to be loaded. Monroe was busy picking up a few boxes.
"Ah, you're finally done. You take forever to get ready."
"Aha, I don't really do this kind of thing. You know, making myself presentable."
"Well, you look fine right now. I have a few more boxes to load so can you help me out?"
"I mean the moving of my personal belongings was my responsibility in the first place. You really didn't have to ask."
He started by picking up a box that read important stuff written on the side of the box and loaded it into the back of the truck, before he went back to retrieve his other belongings, he checked his important box again to make sure everything that he packed in there was in order. "Let's see here," the first thing that he remembered putting in the box was the photo. He looked intently at the photo standing there motionless.
"You okay over there?"
Monroe has snapped him out of the trance that the photo caused him. He quickly shoved the photo into his pocket.
"Yeah, I was just seeing if everything of importance was in this box."
"What you got in there? Your dirty magazines?" Monroe remarked with a smirk on his face.
"Like I would ever buy those. I'm not some pervert like you"
"Who said I read a lot of that?"
"You would secretly read them at night. You hide them under your bunk."
"Wait, you knew that all the time we were working with each other?"
"Yeah what about it?"
Monroe just looked at him in disbelief. It seemed like the person that he has worked with has betrayed him in a way. He just looked away as he continued to load the rest of the boxes before mounting the driver's seat.
He asked him "Hey what about the furniture that I bought?"
"Hmm? Oh, those cheap pieces of wood? You don't need them. Your new home already provides you with the furniture that you need. Probably… Maybe."
"But the tables that I bought-"
Monroe interrupted him midway through his sentence, "Anyways hop in. The tables that you bought probably aren't expensive anyway."
The commander closed the back locking the back of the moving truck and hooked his car up to the moving truck. He opened the door to the truck to seat himself in the passenger seat before closing the door. They went off driving towards the airlift in an awkwardly quiet ride as Monroe is busy focusing on the road while he was staring out the window. Hitting a red light, Monroe decided to liven up the mood by striking up a confidential conversation.
"So um… what exactly is this organization supposed to be?"
"That's classified."
"Come on man. Can you tell me at least something?"
"I said that it's classified."
"Come on. Just tell me what you are working with even if it's just a little thing."
He sighed, thinking that Monroe was just like an awkward brother who teases and butts into his life from time to time. A lovable bold, idiot is what Monroe truly is. If he remembered right, Monroe entered the navy when he was serving his first year in the same ship. The captain had a punchable face when it came to ordering the both of us around but the care of a father when it came to maintaining their morale. God he missed being on the waters with his fellow shipmates.
"The Azur Lane organization is sort of like NATO in a sense. An organization composed of multiple factions. The USS, HMS, IJN, and KMS are the main four along with a few others."
"Okay, and what is this organization supposed to do?"
"It was created to house and gather some "unique" navy fighters."
That was a lie, but he had to throw him off at some point or he was going to spill the beans about the absurdity of what Azur Lane truly was.
"Well, I think I have heard enough. When we reach the airfield, everyone is going to be there to send you off. You better brace yourself for this."
"Yeah, I probably should. Is the media going to be there?"
"I mean yeah. You're a huge deal. Climbing the ranks at such a young age with your quick wit, tactics, and intelligence. You are like a celebrity and the only official person to be a candidate for the Azur Lane."
"God I hate the media."
"Well, we are about five minutes away from the field. Prepare yourself."
"Is everyone's representative for their faction here? We have to go over this quickly, I have a tea party with my other fellow Royal Navy ships in an hour," said a short, long-haired blonde woman wearing a denim blue dress.
"Please calm down your majesty," her assistant replied. Her hair was equally blonde and long as the queen but has a greatsword by her side.
"I believe that we are waiting for the Eagle Union to show up," responded lady Nagato. Her assistant Akagi was by her side.
"Ufufu. I really hope that stupid aircraft carrier doesn't come and show her face here or this meeting room might turn into a sea of fire."
"Calm down Akagi. The meeting hasn't even started yet." Yet another blonde-haired woman in a formal black German uniform with a black captain's cap on her head. Her assistant who has white hair with twin tails wearing a grey and red uniform with knee-high tights was sitting her legs up on the meeting table with the chair on its two back legs.
The meeting door opened with two other ship girls on the other side of the door. Everyone at the meeting diverted their attention to see who decided to open the door. The first is a long silver-haired woman in a white sleeveless shirt with black and gold trimmings. The second is a sunflower blonde-haired woman in a white cape.
"Sorry that we are late, we didn't really know who to choose as the representative for the Eagle Union so we had to put it at a vote," said the silver-haired woman. "Anyways, should we start this meeting?"
"It's about time you muppets showed up to this meeting," exclaimed the queen. "Let's start this already."
"Ah, so the eagle carrier brat Enterprise did decide to show up to the meeting with the knight of the sea Cleveland," Akagi said as her aircraft red-colored landing pad appeared out of thin air with a red paper cut out of a plane in between her fingers. "Looks like I have some "cleaning up" to do."
"Akagi, stand down. Even if you do hate her due to your past, she is an ally to this organization," Nagato commented, trying to tame the angered kitsune.
Everyone in the meeting room agreed. Documents passed out to each faction representative that was in an office folder. The folder contained the identification, biography, and psychological report of the commander. Every representative was inspecting every detail as if they are reading instructions of what made up the commander.
"He seems like he has gone through a lot during his time serving. He has been moved around a lot. Shot down more than twenty planes when he was onboard handling the AA guns. Managed to save ten people from drowning." The blonde black-uniformed woman said.
"He seems like an excellent soldier, don't you think Bismark?" said her assistant.
"I'm not sure Eugen. He does seem good on the field. But, he lacks a bit of tends to yell at his superiors apparently and has been given a few warnings for his behavior onboard. Ever since he was put in the brig, he calmed down considerably. He also seems to have a tendency to 'see red' whenever he mans the AA guns."
"His biography is quite vague and filled with holes. His home origins are redacted but the latest of his biography dates back to him joining the navy as soon as he became seventeen with the permission of his uncle who was his guardian at the time. While he was in boot camp, he broke a few records in terms of training requirements. He climbed the navy ranks at record-breaking speed, all the way to commander with his great thinking skills, and showed great tenacity of what to do out at sea, even under immense amounts of pressure. He did all of this in the span of around three years so he is around twenty years of age. The main thing is that his name is… redacted? So this guy has no name. So, how are we going to address our commander?" Enterprise questioned while flipping through the document.
"Well, it says here that all of his colleagues call him Shikikan. We can always just ask him directly for his name. Now are we done yet?" shouted the blonde queen.
"Not just yet Elizabeth. My colleagues have been asking me that we should throw a welcoming committee and party for our newly announced commander. What are your guys' thoughts."
"Hmm. Maybe we should, he did get to this point in less than three years," said the white-haired carrier.
"Does that mean we are holding a barbeque for our commander? Awesome," Cleveland boasted with a duchenne smile on her face.
"Yes, I believe that every faction should take part in this."
"Alright, I'll have my maids help make the finest Royal Navy cuisine and help with the decorations. Now, are we done," the Queen was getting antsier by the moment. Her assistant Warspite was trying to reassure, "Your highness please, your tea party will only start once you have arrived."
"Let's discuss more of this welcoming party for this commander. Every faction should bring their own cultural cuisines to represent their own factions for a variety of cuisines for everyone to enjoy," said Nagato.
"Alright, since this commander is new to this island, we need an escort for him to show him around the island. I know that many of you have questions for this classified and mysterious commander so each faction will choose a representative to guide him for each faction's resident," announced the German flagship. "Are there any other considerations for what to do when the commander gets here?"
Everyone was silent for a moment until the brown-haired kitsune broke the silence.
"When will this commander be arriving at this island?"
The queen answered her question, "High command said that he will be arriving exactly six days from now. Now can we end this meeting now?"
"Alright, this concludes the meeting. The preparations deadline will be the day of the commander's arrival. All factions should confirm who their escort will be the day of his arrival."
The queen was the first to leave the meeting with her assistant following behind her. Each faction leader continued to observe the profiling of the commander before each representative slowly started to leave the room.
The moving truck came to a stop in front of the military security checkpoint. The Shikikan lowered his window to be introduced to a soldier in the security booth.
"Your identification papers please," the soldier stated as he was looking at his clipboard.
The man took his time to search for his ID which was hidden in his back pocket. He reached out to security handing him his identification papers. He inspected the papers thoroughly before handing them back and opening the gates.
"Have a nice day Shikikan. Hope you have an enjoyable departure."
"Thank you."
They drove off towards the departure zone. There he saw a group of soldiers, a few generals, and a cargo helicopter waiting for his departure. Apparently, the president was supposed to be there to meet him and send him on his way. He thought it would be so much better if I got sent there directly without any celebrations or ceremonies. President or not, he just wanted to be left alone by the world.
"Well, we are here. Make yourself presentable for the president man."
He just nodded while tightening his naval uniform and pulled out his phone to use its glass screen as a mirror to make sure he looked sharper than a razor. The moving truck came to a sudden stop. Time to get out now.
They both approached the generals standing by the president in a two-piece suit sitting under a standing umbrella with some refreshments on the table. He was looking through some documents that are laid out before him. One of his guards got the president's attention.
"Mr. President, he has arrived," whispered the guard to the president's right side.
He closed the document folder. His gaze was now on the commander with a blank stare. Finally, he said something.
"Hello Shikikan, good to see you here. Your departure to the Azur Lane organization will be broadcasted throughout the country. I hope you have a speech ready for what you have to say before your leave. Before all that, the country will give you a few gifts before you establish yourself as the leader of the Azur Lane Organization. We will be giving you these gifts when you depart for the island. But right now the media, the whole country is here to see their war hero give out his final words. This will start in around thirty minutes to collect your thoughts."
The president left towards the place where the media will be broadcasting. The Shikikan was left by himself to collect his thoughts. He had no idea what to do for a speech. He wasn't prepared for it at all. It happened so fast, I had nothing to do but watch the president's speech unfold. His mind was in a state of unconsciousness, him being absorbed in thought prying at what to say to his entire country. His mind broke back into reality when he was called up.
"Can we get a round of applause for our candidate who helped us win this war?"
He was forced to move up to the stage. Like lamb to the slaughter, he thought in his mind. The media with its strobe lights of flashes went off as he approached the president. The president had more to say before it was his turn.
"For his valor and insight on the battlefield, I present to you the congressional medal of honor award." He wrapped the medal round on his neck before he stood aside for him to give his speech. The media had its strobe lights flash even more.
"Thank you. I am glad that you recognize me as a war hero and a role model for this country. I don't mean to be conceited, but I did earn my way here to this very spot through my actions. My achievements would be considered eye-opening for someone of my age. But, I am no different than all of you who are watching me at this podium. Many would say it is through hard work and perseverance that gets people on the high chair. I would fully agree, but… sacrifice is what truly gets you on the high chair and I have made many sacrifices that even I can't help but look back at and my god awful past in the war. But, we must persevere to get our ambitions fulfilled. So I am asking you that I have seen through and through, but I am no different from you, your friends, and your family at the end of all of that. Thank you."
He left in a hurry towards the cargo helicopter. He saw that his personal items and car had been loaded and strapped in place. He entered the holding area to plop himself on the seat where the soldiers would wait before the bridge dropped for them to move out. A soldier came up to him where he sat.
"Sir, are you sure you want to be sitting here for the next four-hour flight?"
"Yes, soldier. I want to be here with my belongings."
"But sir, you do know you are allowed to sit with the president in his presidential plane?"
"Is it a request by the president?"
"No, well I don't know."
"Well if he is the one who offered. I guess it would be rude of me to decline."
He got up from his seat.
"What is your name, soldier?"
"It's Nick sir."
"Nick, please take care of my belongings and yourself on this trip."
"Yes sir."
He left the cargo chopper to move to the presidential plane. His phone got a notification. He read what it had to say.
'Be sure to let loose every once in a while, if you catch my drift.' From Monroe.
Shikikan quickly answered back "I will let loose in a different way and there are more ways than one Monroe."
He pocketed his phone before swiftly jogging towards the plane entrance. When he entered the plane, a worker closed the door behind him. A flight attendant greeted him before she guided him to his seat. His seat was spacious with a lot of legroom with the plane window to the right. A table with a timely newspaper in front of him along with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. He wasn't legally allowed to drink, so asked one of the flight attendants to take it away before his temptations give in to taking a glass or more. The flight attendant put in the champagne's place a glass filled with ice along with a bottle of sparkling water. He poured himself a glass before the plane started to gain speed. His eyes felt heavy as if the steel balls were chained to his eyelids again. His consciousness slowly started to disappear before his body hit the back of the seat. The world became a black void as he was falling endlessly.
Author's Notes
Hello and thank you for reaching the end of my very first fanfic. I have never done this kind of thing before, so if you see any errors or grammar mistakes, please leave a review stating where it is. If you read the entire chapter, (thank you again) you might notice that the commander is a bit on the mysterious past side. The story will unfold and reveal more and more of this commander. As for the future of this piece, I don't know how long this will go and if I will be romancing more than one shipgirl, but I will stick with the idea that I have in mind so far. The new chapter will be dropping around a week from now. Thank you once again for choosing to read this fanfic.