Chapter 8

Velvet Scarlatina sat nervously in a Police interrogation room, she had been brought in for a statement and some questioning after she helped foil a robbery of a diner. The actual questioning had already been conducted but she was told to wait here for someone else who wanted to speak with her. The door to the room opened to reveal two people, the sight of which made Velvet freeze in fear. In walked in both the Headmaster and head Mistress of Beacon Academy, Ozpin and Goodwitch, the former taking a seat across from Velvet

"So, Miss Scarlatina, I am correct to understand that you have been accepted into Beacon Academy?" The grey-haired man asked, breaking the silence.

"Y-Yes sir."

"Please, there is no need to be frightened Miss Scarlatina, you aren't in any trouble. I just wanted to hear your perspective directly of the what happened."

"Well, I was walking by and spotted the man with the shogun through the window of the diner, so I went around back and knocked out the person in the kitchen keeping the staff hostage. I failed to do it quietly and caused a racket, and then I heard a gun shoot and someone yell out so I burst through the door and tackled the person at the registers, knocking him out too. I got up to check if everything was alright due to the lack of any reaction from the man with the shotgun that I saw earlier, but then I saw a small girl, young, probably in her pre-teens if not younger, holding the man's shotgun and the former user on the ground." Velvet then hesitated, "I don't know, she looked young, but something in her eyes made her seem much older. She then just tossed the shotgun onto the ground, said that it looked like I had it covered and apologized for the shot that went through the roof, placed some Lien on her table, and ran off. I couldn't stop her in time and she just disappeared into the crowd on the street. Soon enough, the Police arrived and took me in for a statement, which I gave them."

"Is that so?" Inquired Ozpin, turning in his seat to look at his Headmistress, "Glynda, please ask the police chief to notify me if they find the mystery girl who helped thwart the robbery along with Miss Scarlatina." He asked, receiving a nod from Goodwitch before turning back to Velvet. "Well, I look forward to seeing you at Beacon for Initiation in the coming months Miss Scarlatina, good day."

With that, the two stood and exited, leaving Velvet by herself in the interrogation room, a police officer soon coming in and telling her that she was free to leave. As she left the station, she couldn't help but wonder just what that pink haired girl was doing right now.

Z1 had told Graf Spee all that had happened at the Diner and now she was forced to lay low in the motel room that the two shared. The Police were bound to be looking for her, and even if it was either to give her a pat on the back or a slap on the wrists, they didn't want to risk it.

"We may have to cut our expedition here short." Spee stated, receiving a light sigh from the Destroyer. "It may not be ideal, but due to you most likely being on the Authority's radar, it would be best to return. I have already learned a lot, and if we can obtain this 'Scroll' device, we could access multitudes of databases from the base."

"So when will we be leaving?" Maass asked.

"Two days." Spee answered, causing Leberecht's face to fall, their original plan was to stay for a week. "My apologies that this has to happen Z1, but we mustn't jeopardize our own safety."

"Ja, Ja, there is nothing I could have done about it." Leberecht said, flashing Spee a smile that they both knew was fake, but the Graf let it slide, giving the Destroyer a nod.

"For now, just lay low here, I will continue my research." Once finished, the Cruiser turned and exited the Hotel room, the door locking automatically behind her. Z1 let out a low groan and flopped backwards onto one of the beds.

"Why can't anything go right for me?" She mumbled to herself, closing her eyes in an attempt to drift off to sleep, being tired from the day's events.

Leberecht stood on the Bridge of her ship, a small frown on her face as she looked out into the night. She glanced at the Korvettenkapitän of her ship, Fritz Bassenge, "Are you sure that we should be following along with these orders?" She asked seriously, causing the man to look up from the plotting table.

"Orders are orders, Z1, not following them is treason." He stated strictly.

"If intelligence is wrong, then we will be attacking and seizing Civilian craft." She replied.

"And if it is correct, we will be dealing a blow to the Allied intelligence gathering effort. Either way will discourage the Civilian fishermen of Britain from cooperating with their submarines." Bassenge said, looking back down at the plotting table, "If you don't like it, you are free to go to your quarters and let the crewmen handle their duties without your help, I'm sure they'll do just fine without you." He stated, regarding her with a masked glare, his words tearing a knife through Maass' pride. "If not, shut up and let me do my job."

Leberecht did not respond, instead leaving the bridge and walking out onto the deck, briefly glancing at the clock and making note of the time, 19:55. She then walked down a flight of steps and past her first set of torpedo tubes to her aft smokestack, walking up the steps to the platform there.

"Ahh! Dame Maass, how are you?" Greeted one of the crewmen manning an anti-aircraft gun.

"Hallo Georg, I am doing well." Z1 replied with a grin, waving to the man.

"How did the talk go over with the Korvettenkapitän?"

"As good as any talk with that Klugscheißer goes. Arschloch practically called me useless." Leberecht snarked, prompting a chuckle from the surrounding men. Georg opened his mouth to say something in response when someone further up the ship shouted something.

"Bombers! Battle Stations!"

At this, the men around her quickly got to work at their guns, aiming the 37mm gun at the dark specks above. Z1 summoned forth her rigging and opened fire, flak from her own and other ships soon following. The discharge from so many guns making Maass' insides reverberate and a large grin to appear on her face as she felt this and her ship's rudder turning into evasive maneuvers.

Soon enough the flotilla got their reply from the planes above. Bombs falling from the sky and splashing into the water before exploding, rocking the ships and splattering water across the crew on the deck. The bombers' load soon got lucky, hitting the stern of the Leberecht Maass, causing Z1 to cry out in pain and fall to a knee, teeth gritted.

"Keep shooting at the bastards!" She shouted as a Georg came over to try and help her up, waving the man off, the explosions around them soon coming to a stop. "Sheiß, they hit our rudder, its jammed." Lebe muttered to herself, seeing the flotilla leader, Z16, coming along to help. Z1 mentally sent out a message via spotlight that they were fine.

"They're coming around again!" Shouted out a crewman, the sound of anti-aircraft fire soon returning. Z1 stood up, closing her eyes and taking account of the situation, a small fire on the stern that was quickly being dealt with, and her rudder was still jammed, meaning that they will be going in circles, easy prey for even a novice bombardier. She opened her eyes, still feeling a sharp pain from the initial explosion and fire. She stumbled slightly, needing to get to the bridge, nearly falling down the steep steps leading to the deck. Her journey was interrupted by the worst pain she had ever felt in her life, a large explosion went off, swallowing up two smaller ones. The destroyer fell to the ground screaming and gripping at her head as she felt her ship being split in two, panicked voices shouting and screaming in fear and anger as the ship slowly sank.

The last thing Maass saw before falling under the waves was one of her sister ships, Z3 Max Schultz approaching them, giving her a small hope for her crew. This was squashed as an explosion reverberated throughout the water, Schultz hitting a mine and suffering the same fate as Maass. The destroyer could only silently scream, unable to gather enough strength to swim due to the amount of pain she was feeling. The freezing water of the North Sea filling her lungs as she sunk into the great unknown, blackness soon taking over her vision.

Ironwood looked over the spread of weapons in front of him, they had come from one of the strange ships that had begun showing up just a few months ago. Atlas had around eight of these ships in various ocean side research facilities, researching these somewhat primitive vessels.

He picked up the first one, a mostly wooden bolt-action rifle around 45 inches in length with an internal magazine that fit five 7.92x57mm rounds. The stampings on the receiver marking it as a Mauser Karabiner 98k. The military man gave an experimental pull of the bolt, looking down the ironsights at the target range before him and pulled the trigger, hearing the telltale click of a dryfire.

Satisfied, James set the weapon down, moving to a Submachine gun. It seemed a rather simple design, made of stamped metal parts and a straight magazine that fit around 32 9mm rounds inside. He examined the weapon, seeing a marking on the receiver that stated it was an Erma Werke Maschinenpistole 40.

"You said that the ammunition found along side these weapons did not use Dust, correct?" Ironwood asked, glancing at one of the scientists nearby.

"Correct General, upon testing, they lacked any elemental effects but made up for it in pure kinetic force. We couldn't even see the projectile of that SMG you're holding, and it managed to penetrate the chest plate of an AK-130."

"Interesting, and what of the rifle?"

"Same story as the SMG, though it managed to disable an AK-200 with a single chest shot." The bespectacled scientist replied, causing the General to hum and move on to the third and final weapon, a light machinegun if the looks were anything to go off of.

"What about this?" he asked.

"That is the Mauser Werke Maschinengewehr 34. It uses the same ammunition as the Karabiner but fires at a variable 600 or 1000 rounds per minute, selectable on the machine gun's pistol grip" Stated the scientist.

Ironwood nodded, looking over the firearm and thinking about the merit of a variable rate of fire machine gun.

Korvettenkapitän – Lieutenant Commander (Literally Corvette Captain)

Dame – Lady

Klugscheißer – Smart Ass

Arschloch – Asshole

And here is Chapter 8! Just a little more than a week after the last chapter! Hope you enjoy the little bit of trauma the poor destroyer is going through, as well as Earth ammunition being discovered by the Atlestians. I also hope that you guys aren't too annoyed by the German words, I'm trying to add a bit of flavor to the usual insults and stuff. But anyways, onto the review response!

MarkoncioX: "This is so cool! German engineering is the best! And you chose a good selection of waifu-ships there. Can't wait to get more of this story with some German shenanigans and Remnant in utter confusion with all these hyper "humans" who can singlehandedly defeat a Goliath. Very eager for more Since the next chapter."

A/N: Thanks! As a good man once said, "I'm not defending German technical superiority, I'm stating the fucking obvious." But anyways, I'm glad you're enjoying this! But as for the Shipgirls defeating a Goliath singlehandedly, well, that won't happen unless they have their ship and their main gun caliber is equal to or exceeds 283 millimeters (11 Inches). But I'm glad to see you're enjoying my fic and I am looking forward to your readership!

And that is it for now. Remember, feel free to leave criticism, roast me, threaten my life, or anything else along those lines.

Sayonara readers, Gamenian out.