Chapter 4

Spee exited quietly out the back of the Library, a number of books in tow. She felt bad for stealing them, but she currently needed them more than the lonely Liberian would. She sighed lightly before putting the books into the messenger bag that she had also swiped from Jade, again with a tinge of remorse, but it was not lasting.

Spee was now confident in her knowledge of the world, if a bit befuddled by the information she had gathered. This place had technology beyond her wildest dreams, from Automatons to Laser weaponry, the history book she had read had felt more akin to a dime store Sci-fi novel rather than a work to educate others. She had also acquired a World Atlas, so her charts were much more accurate than the two the Fisherman had given her earlier in the day.

The White-haired woman soon made it back to the docks, and after looking around to confirm that she was alone and that none would spot her, she summoned forth her rigging and leapt into the water, rapidly skating above the surface away from the sleepy town.

After around 15 minutes, she soon reached her ship, jumping aboard and moving to her bridge, prizes in tow. She placed the Atlas and History book on the plotting table, finding note of an abandoned Valerian naval facility on the northern Dragon continent. She decided that this would make a great place to scavenge supplies from, though if what she read was correct, she would encounter difficulties soon, as much to her chagrin and disbelief, Diesel Fuel had not been discovered on this world yet.

Spee looked up from the Atlas, making a mental note to get a new map to replace her current one of the South Atlantic and Indian Ocean that was present on her plotting table. Spee then started up her engines and put them to cruising speed, not wanting to run out of fuel by going full steam. She then shifted her rudder until her bow was facing North-West, beginning what she believed would be a multi-day journey to the Naval base mentioned in her book.

After making sure everything was in order, Spee decided to retire to the ship's bunks for rest. She walked off the Bridge and down into the depths of the ship, halting just before Langsdorff's quarters, silently wondering if she should stay in there now that the Kapitän was no longer here. She quickly dismissed the thought, not wanting to bring up too many memories of the man who used to command her. She instead kept going down, down past the engine room to a secluded corner that she had picked out herself. She entered the small room and discarded of her clothing, changing into pajamas that were provided for her before they had left port in Germany, before the war. The woman climbed into the smallish bed and closed her eyes, drifting off to slumber after a long first two days in this new world known as Remnant.

Spee looked out though the fog, her ship approaching the abandoned Naval Base that she read about. Her spotlights scanned all around her, trying to pierce through the thick cloud, to little affect. Spee frowned, her speed only at 10 knots as a precaution to prevent any possibility of running aground.

The water lapped at the sides of the Graf Spee, and soon enough, a concrete mooring was seen. Spee reduced her speed until she was at a halt, not wanting to dock her ship just yet. She trained her spotlights onto the shoreline, allowing her to see the remnants of the naval base. It was a rather large area with quite a few still standing buildings, including several warehouses, A command structure, and a Dormitory. Though what she assumed to be the Radar and Radio station appeared to be in ruins.

Spee summoned forth her rigging and she jumped onto the water, skating up to the docks and leaping onto them, keeping her rigging present just incase anything wished her harm here. She first decided to go to the Command structure, as if anything remained, she could gain some valuable information on this place. She heard a rustling to her right as she walked towards the concrete structure, she immediately whipped to face it, seeing a small Creep-type Grimm rummaging through a discarded bag. Spee quirked her head slightly at the sight, the Creep looking up and noticing her. The lizard looking Grimm let out a snarl and charged her, prompting Spee to blow it from the face of the earth with a single shot from the guns on her rigging.

'This was what nearly brought Humanity to extinction?' Spee thought to herself, clearly not impressed, 'Perhaps these Humans here deserve to be eradicated if that is the case.' She thought, before swiftly dismissing the notion. She didn't wish to become like her sister or Graf Zeppelin when it came to how they treated their Human compatriots. Spee turned from the small crater she had created and continued on to the Command Building. She reached out to the rusted door and tried pushing it open, yet the handle wouldn't budge. Spee let out a hum before planting her left foot into the ground and kicking the door with her right, sending the brittle metal object flying inside, embedding it into the opposite wall.

The lobby of the building looked like it had been untouched for nearly half a century, everything inside coated with a thick layer of dust. After a bit of Exploring, she found an archive room filled with intelligence and communications on paper, the port Commander's office, some smaller offices and cubicles, and a small heater room for the building.

Spee spent the rest of the day exploring the base, finding an Ammunition/Fuel Depo filled with the 'Dust' she had read about. Even some shells that might fit her 283mm main guns. She also explored the Dormitory, finding enough room to comfortably house around 60 people if each had their own room, though all the beds inside were rotten and worn down from time and bugs. The walls surrounding the base were in surprisingly good condition, it felt like everyone had just packed up and left, with the only thing discounting this theory being the wrecked building that she assumed used to be the Radio or Radar station. The burnt rubble suggesting that it had been brought down by explosives, though why, Spee did not know.

The docks had enough room for over a dozen ships, ranging from small destroyer moorings to areas large enough to dock the largest battleships and carriers with ease. Spee smiled slightly as the fog began to dissipate, it wasn't much, but at least she had a place to now call home.

Official Calendar Date: February 23rd, 1940.

68 Days after the Scuttling of the Admiral Graf Spee

A small white haired girl burst up from her crumpled position, rushing to the side of her ship and vomiting over the edge, shuddering and spitting into the water as to remove the foul aftertaste of bile from her mouth once she finished expulsing up her lunch.

'The hell happened to me?' She thought to herself, racking her mind. Then it all came back to her, the bomb hitting her steering, the mine going off in the water, the horrendous feeling of being torn in two, and the final terrified screams of the sailors she served alongside. As the memories came back, tears began to flow freely down the Destroyer's cheeks before she stepped back and crumbled next to her foremost 127mm gun, going into the fetal position and beginning to bawl.

After around 20 minutes of grieving, the tears had stopped falling and the destroyer stood, silently walking towards the ship's galley for some water to quench her thirst that she had racked up from her crying. She silently dragged her fingers against the stenciled name on the ship's superstructure, 'Z1 Leberecht Maass' before turning and walking down to the mess.

Once she had gotten a drink, she felt slightly better, at least physically. The eldest of the Type 1934-class destroyers returned to her bridge, face stoic as she looked out across the sea. It was early morning, as evident from the rising sun to the East, and she had no fucking clue where she was.

And I'll leave ya'll on that little cliffhanger, I will explain what went on during that time skip in next chapter, just wanted to get another ship girl in here so we can actually have some god damnned dialogue between two people who actually are willing and open to talking to each other. I am sorta wondering if any of ya'll will pick up on my requirement for what ships come to Remnant. But anyways, onto the Guest Reviews!

GuestZ: I will say this right out, this fic will not be the sort where protag goes to Beacon as a student. There are a few major problems with Azur Lance characters trying to go to said school, only Light Cruisers and some Heavy Cruisers could pass for 17-year-olds. The Carriers and Battleships look like fully developed adults and the Destroyers and Submarines look like young children. As for including Prinz Eugen, I must say that I'm sorry, I have a process for seeing if a character can come to Remnant and Eugen doesn't fit within the requirements for that, sorry. As for Pyrrha, I'm sure that I'll figure out some sort of fuckery that wouldn't allow her to go full puppeteer on the Ship Girls, even though I'm 95% sure that her morals wouldn't allow her to do something like that. I can confirm that at least 9 Ship Girls will be coming to Remnant, most likely more. But anyways, I'm loving your enthusiasm man, though I will suggest that you create an actual account that way I can PM you Review Responses instantly, so you won't have to wait until the next chapter.

But anyways, I am once again sorry for the shorter chapter, and as always, feel free to leave criticism, roast me, threaten my life, or anything else along those lines.

Sayonara readers, Gamenian out.