Chapter 7

Spee entered the library, looking around once she passed through the threshold. Inside was a large hall, with a second story along the edges and large circular skylights down the middle. She walked forth to the wooden reception desk. The clerk there looked up from his book, setting it down and sitting up in his seat. "Welcome to the Royal Valerian Library Ma'am. I'm sorry but I'm going to need you to turn in your weapon before you can go further into the building," He said with a polite smile. Spee nodded and pulled her Luger, removing the magazine and clearing the chamber, placing the pistol and the magazine onto the desk. The clerk took the two items and placed them inside a drawer in his desk, waving her though.

"Thank you." Spee stated with a nod, moving along, feeling his eyes linger on her back, though she couldn't tell if he was more occupied with her ass or tail. She exited his line of sight and followed the signs to the history section, moving to start her research. The Cruiser looked up and sighed at the large mass of books, indicating that it will take her a long time to find what she needed, and she didn't want to bother the clerk to see the card catalogue.

Soon enough she found herself in the biology section, a book on Grimm anatomy catching her eye. She pulled the tome off the shelf and skimmed through it, the entry on the Sea Feilong catching her eyes, finally putting a name to the creature she encountered on her first day in this world. The heavy cruiser placed the book back onto the massive mahogany shelf, moving along deeper into the library.

Z1 was not having fun. So far she had been turned away from five separate bars due to her young look and lack of Identification. She grumbled indignantly as she was turned away from her sixth, the bouncer with red sunglasses and a tux practically laughing in her face as she tried to enter the club. She was curious about the place, with the reverb and flashing lights coming from the building, having not seen anything like it in Germany.

"Verdammt, warum kann ich keine Pause machen?" Leberecht muttered to herself as she walked away from the club. Seeing as her initial plan of drinking away the day was foiled by the responsible bouncers she's encountered, Maass decided on a different plan, to try and find something to eat.

After around ten minutes of walking, she spotted something that made her perk up, a structure akin to a train car with a sign overhead labeling it 'A Taste of Heaven Diner.' Z1 had heard of these Diners, a type of American restaurant typically serving hamburgers, french fries, and milkshakes. The destroyer quickly made her way into the establishment, a small bell ringing as she opened the door to reveal black and white checkered floors, red and white booth seats, metal stools along a main metal counter, as well as a few patrons already eating inside

Maass sat down in one of the unoccupied booths, and shortly after doing so, a middle-aged woman came out from the back and walked up to the German destroyer, placing a menu in front of her. "Hi honey, what do ya want to drink?" The woman asked, speaking in an American Southern accent.

"Do you have any milkshakes?" Z1 asked.

"Of course we do. I must say, I've never heard that accent before, where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" The Waitress asked.

"I doubt you have heard of it, I'm from Kiel."

"Oh really? I haven't heard of it. Do you want a Vanilla, Chocolate, or Strawberry milkshake?"

"Strawberry please."

The waitress nodded and wrote Lebe's order onto her notepad, "I'll get that for you right away!" She stated before leaving Maass alone and going back behind the counter and into the back of the diner. Z1 looked over the menu and grinned as she saw exactly what she wanted.

Graf Zeppelin Stood on the deck of her still uncompleted ship, glaring out across the sea towards some unseen foe. She heard footsteps approach behind her, but decided not to turn.

"Hallo Zeppelin! Wie geht es Ihnen?" asked a feminine voice behind the carrier. The Graf turned, spotting one of the few like minded individuals that she could stand.

"Hello Deutschland, I see that you have returned from your raiding, did it go well?"

"Ja, no thanks to the animals that scurried about in my ship." Replied the raven-haired Pocket Battleship, saying the word 'animals' with a voice full of distain.

"Hpmh, no surprise there." Zeppelin stated with a hint of amusement.

"Ja, they even have the gall to try and rename me Lützow after they sold one of the non-Frauenschiff Hipper's to the Northern Parliament." Deutschland sneered.

The white-haired carrier frowned at that, "These creatures…" She muttered to herself, turning back towards the sea.

"Well, my ship is being retrofitted currently so look forward to be seeing me quite a bit." The statement from the cruiser stinging the carrier slightly, her own construction put on hold to allocate more resources to the Luftwaffe and Wehrmacht. "Welp, see you around Zeppelin." Deutschland stated before turning and walking away, most likely going to her ship to look over the refitting. Graf Zeppelin could tell something was off about the Panzershiff, most likely having to do with the recent death of her sister, Graf Spee, in the South Atlantic. Those two were close, so she could imagine that Deutschland was still in the process of mourning, a very human process that she no doubt hated.

Zeppelin could not help but let out a mirthful chuckle, even with their distain for humanity, they still felt, and bleed, the same way as humans. "Ironic, is it not?" The Graf muttered to herself.

Z1 had thought that her luck had turned when she found this diner, but it appeared that fate would not give her a single measly break. Shortly after she began her wonderful meal consisting of a Cheeseburger and Fries, a trio of masked men with guns had entered the establishment, holding everyone inside hostage.

"AS LONG AS NOBODY TRIES ANYTHING, NOBODY GETS HURT!" Shouted one of the crooks, sweeping the dining area with a sawn-off shotgun of sorts while his other compatriots were keeping the staff in check and raiding the registers respectively. Leberecht kept her hands in the air, feeling more irritated than threatened by the crooks, the one with the shotgun standing less than a meter away from her.

She recalled Spee's instructions to use as much force as she deemed necessary to allow herself to retreat to the library and find Spee, trying to devise a plan to deal with the criminals that would not put any patrons or staff in more danger. The man in front of here had most of his focus on the rest of the customers of the restaurant, clearly not deeming Maass a threat, most likely due to her youthful appearance.

A clatter and a yelp were heard from the kitchen, causing the two robbers in the dining area to look over towards the door leading there, the shotgun wielder's grip tightening ever so slightly on his weapon. Leberecht took advantage of this distraction, rushing forward and grabbing the underside of the shotgun and pushing the barrel up to the ceiling, causing the crook to involuntarily discharge the weapon. The bang from the 12-gauge made everyone in flinch, including the criminal holding it, but Z1 was unaffected, used to the sound of multiple 5-inch guns firing in quick succession.

Maass pushed the weapon back rapidly, hitting the man in the head with the now slightly hot barrel of his shotgun, causing him to let go of the weapon to grasp his forehead. With his shotgun in hand she once again hit the crook in the head with the back of the gun with around 75 percent of her strength. This caused both the sound of glass shattering as a grey light appeared at the point of contact, shattering shortly after appearing, as well as a cracking sound as she broke his nose, the man falling to the ground.

She racked a shell into the gun and pointed it at the criminal behind the counter, the weapon slightly too big for her small hands. The man who was raiding the register tried to bring his pistol to bear against the destroyer, but was stopped by a brown blur who tackled him from the side, both disappearing behind the counter.

Z1 kept her grip tight on the shotgun, slowly walking towards the edge of the counter. A head popped up from behind the seating area, nearly making Leberecht discharge the gun again, but she stopped herself as she saw it wasn't the criminal, pointing the barrel of the shotgun towards the floor to observe muzzle discipline. Instead, it was a girl in her teens with long brown hair and a pair of rabbit ears atop her head.

"Is everyone alright?" She asked with a British Accent, standing up and nearly freezing as she saw Maass with the shotgun and the would-be-robber on the floor clutching his face in pain.

"Yes, no thanks to this schweinehund." Z1 replied, gesturing her head towards the man on the ground.

"You did that?" asked the Rabbit girl in shock.

"Yes, thanks to your distraction I managed to subdue him, the only casualty being the roof, I am sorry about that." Replied Maass, apologizing to one of the waitresses. Z1 pulled the pump back on the sawn-off, ejecting the live round before tossing the weapon onto the ground away from the criminal on the checkered floor. "But it appears that you have this handled, so I will be taking my leave." Lebe pulled out a 50 Lien card and placed it on the table that she sat at, paying for her meal and more before turning and exiting, despite the weak protest from the Rabbit girl. She had to get back to Spee, and being detained by police went against the Graf's instructions to avoid inquisitions about herself. As soon as Z1 exited the diner, she began to sprint at an impressive speed, following the path she took from the library, the sun beginning to set bellow the shimmering skyscrapers of the city.

"Verdammt, warum kann ich keine Pause machen?" - Damn it, why can't I get a break?

"Hallo Zeppelin! Wie geht es Ihnen?" - Hello Zeppelin! How are you?

And that is Chapter 7! I'm sorry for the time this took, I've been doing schoolwork and only until this whole Coronavirus scare did I get a solid opportunity to sit down and write. So I guess that is one good thing to come out of this whole debacle. But anyways, I know that I would tell you in writing when this is in RWBY timeline but I don't know if I can make that happen without it feeling forced in, so I'll just tell you outright. Spee arrived before team CFVY's first Year begins. The way I'm planning out things, the Azur Lane timeline won't match up 1:1 with RWBY's timeline. This means is that the Remnant school year will start in early April Azur Lane Time and end at the end of December (Kudos to those who realize what I might be planning when that is the case). NOW! ONTO REVIEW RESPONSES!

Xeno6804: "Spee, Spee, what have you done? You sent an unescorted destroyer out into the city. Shenanigans are going to ensue, or worse Maass meets Ruby."

A/N: XD, Yep, it was an awful idea, even if Z1 is one of the more Mature of the Destroyers. And even if she didn't meet Ruby, it still went horribly.

MageTGM: "Nice to see some more RWBY and Azur Lane crossovers coming in. Graf SPEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Also you should use the cinnamon roll version of Purifier from the Hololive event called Purity."

A/N: Thanks, I really wanted to read a good RWBY/Azur Lane fic so I decided, fuck it, I'll write one myself, that way I know I'll enjoy it. As for using Purity, ehhhh, If I do end up including Sirens, they would definitely be in an Antagonistic role, and I will not be considering any Crossover Events cannon for obvious reasons (So Purity won't even exist in this timeline, sorry).

But anyways, feel free to leave criticism, roast me, threaten my life, or anything else along those lines.

Sayonara readers, Gamenian out.