Chapter 4: Little Bit of Peace
Three days after he met the fierce women of the Royal Navy and two after delivering the men from the scuttled base of the Azur Lane Atlantic Command back to the Eagle Union, Commander Charles West was drinking a cup of tea by the open deck on the stern as the ship he is currently on, USS Langley, makes its way across the Canal Stronghold.
He was then greeted by his friend and executive officer, Lauren Mitchell, munching on her sandwich before approaching him.
"Heya, Charles. Hope I'm not disturbing your peace and quiet, perhaps."
Charles smiled as her thoughts reached him, before answering, "no, not really. In fact, it's kinda better to have someone else beside me. I know it's still early in the day, but we both know the Sakura Empire would most likely act in less than two weeks from now."
"Yeah," Lauren added as she continued speaking, "you know what? Langley's speed here is incredible. I still remember that the Langley back home was barely 19 knots maximum when fully loaded, but we cleared the Eastern Seaboard in a more decent amount of time. We'll be there to meet up with 'them' before the fated time."
"Hah, yeah, you're right. Well, I can't help thinking, why did the Crimson Axis break from the alliance if they also recognize the threat of the Sirens?"
As Charles said the last of his question, Admiral Scott McCall thought it was the best time to interrupt the two.
"Different ideas, commander. That's all it is. They wanted to use Siren technology against them, integrating that unknown element into themselves to get 'stronger' and that human potential can no longer exceed what it currently was, or so they said to us before storming out of the conference room the last time we met them.
For us, not accepting the natural weakness of humanity and directly modifying us is weakness itself, because both the Eagle Union and the Royal Navy always said that we're lots of untapped potential and that resorting to drastic measures without attempting to tap on our innate strength is what would make us weaker," he told the two, in shock because they thought he heard their first conversations.
"T-that, I agree with, sir. I'd say it is the root of all human conflict. I think bringing the factions together again would be a long dream, but I believe we can still do it, sir. Also sir, how long have you been standing there?" he asked after pondering on the admiral's words.
Scott chuckled at the nervousness of the two, before replying, "well, this was my favorite spot aside from the office and the flight deck, so I thought of eating here but when I heard you asking about the other factions, I can't help but give my take on this nonsensical war. Also, I did not notice it weeks ago, but isn't the Union flag on your sleeves having too many stars?"
Cursing himself for his lack of attention to detail as he looked to the flag on a pole near the door, he sighed before calmly saying, "I guess the tailor wanted extra states for the Union, sir?"
The admiral laughed heartily and gave him a thumbs-up at his attempt at covering a wardrobe fail, and said, "don't worry about that, lad. You can keep it, I feel whoever made that was special, eh? Although your official uniform for Azur Lane duties would see that flag replaced with our organizational banner. Find Langley after your breakfast, she was up all night completing new uniform sets for the two of you."
"Sir, thank you, sir!" the two answered before looking at each other and decided it was best to eat breakfast while enjoying the view of the rising sun in the horizon, before heading to Langley in the captain's office and looked in awe at their new uniforms which had the Azur Lane emblem sewn on a patch to both shoulders, with their names skillfully engraved on its left-hand side and a black badge with an eagle on it on the shoulders for Charles, while Lauren had the same except for the gold leaf insignia replacing the eagle.
'Wait, why an eagle?' was the question of the two.
Langley, hinted to their question through their expressions, reached out a piece of paper to them.
"Just so you know, those are your designation letters from the Azur Lane Headquarters back at the Union. Scott sent them after we docked back home shortly after we assisted the landings. We should have received them, according to the timestamp on the papers, before we left for the Atlantic Command, but I guess it didn't make it so they sent it to us after we met with the ladies from the Royal Navy… congratulations, captain and lieutenant commander," she said nonchalantly.
The two read the letters. Apparently, files with their names, photos, and information existed in the naval service registry, highly similar to the ones they filed on their world albeit modified to a certain degree they weren't sure possible. And yes, their reassignment papers were signed by the fleet admiral along with other signatories they were certain they'll never meet over the course of their stay in this world.
"Also, the rank of captain was the suggestion of the top brass, don't sweat us for answers because we did. They only wrote to the admiral that if you're managing our remaining base, a captain is a better position than a commander as it was the equivalent rank for base commander of our ground forces, apparently. Also, here are the pants, the cap, and hand me back the tops for the formal uniform, I'll place the service decorations they sent for both of you. And don't forget to get out of there, this canal is Azur Lane territory, and they knew the news of your promotion already, so just stand on the side and salute back to them."
After trying the fit of their new uniforms, both of them inhaled before standing at the starboard side of the open hangar bay and seeing the men and women saluting them as they appeared, they also saluted back, before the canal personnel screamed, "Welcome to Azur Lane, captain!"
The noise on the canal made them unable to notice a seemingly empty battleship flying a flag with a black swastika on a red background and the woman on its bow looking at a monocular towards their location a few miles behind. The woman smiled, satisfied with what she saw, and steered her ship back to the Iron Blood territory.
Just as they were on the final platform of the canal leading to the Pacific, Admiral McCall was on the door to the bridge when a car stopped parallel to the ship and honked, before two white-haired men got out and waved at him.
"Hoh, what a really good 'coincidence' for them to be here. Langley, halt the ship and allow them to lower the gangplank, then call our new officers to the office. We have rare visitors coming aboard."
Curious, she looked outside, and seeing the two men wearing the Union emblem on their sleeves with stars on their badges, she immediately slowed her ship to a stop, before lowering a gangplank for them to board.
"Couldn't have expected you to hurry and keep up with us, old men. He-he-heh!" Admiral McCall approached the two.
"You damn fart! If it wasn't important, I wouldn't even see you in the first place, but damn, USS Langley sure has good engines!" a man exclaimed in response to McCall's statement.
"Why, I guess it's fine, we're in a peace zone, after all. I'd stop this if we were on the same service branch and the same ranks because it's kinda disappointing our men back there," the other man pointed to the patrols looking at the three's midday morning drama.
"Good morning, gentlemen, excuse me for my intrusion, but Admiral McCall, the two are on your office now," Langley cut the conversation short.
"All right then, lead us the way, miss."
The three walked behind Langley to the office and found the man and woman sitting there on their new uniforms stand up to attention and speaking "admiral on the deck!" upon opening the door.
"At ease, lad. I have visitors here. I'd like to introduce… nah, I guess you're from the Navy, so you'll know these two," McCall stepped aside and showed the two behind him.
"W-welcome, Rear Admiral William Halsey Jr. a-and Commander Chester Nimitz, sirs!" Charles only got more nervous as he recognized the face of the two from history back at his world. He knew the ranks of the two prior to the war, but nothing more than that.
"Whoa, a fine man you fished out of my navy, you old hag! Sailor, what is your name and your position before this man here lured you to his branch?"
"Charles West, gunner's mate of the sunk mass-produced DD-43, sir!"
"Ahh, another battle-hardened veteran… It's a shame I wasn't the one who found you there… Oh, you were on our mass-produced ship, eh? So that's now under the waves, though it's fine because we have her blueprint… Who is this young lady here? Don't tell me, McCall's not satisfied with Langley?" the man who introduced himself as Chester Nimitz said.
"It's a misunderstanding!" McCall and Langley screamed together, which didn't help their case at all.
"Lauren Mitchell, sir! I am Captain West's friend and served as his fire control during that mission, sir!" she answered, albeit her lie in the end passed unnoticed through the admiral.
Now it was Rear Admiral Halsey's turn to scrutinize the very sailor-like woman, "Hmm… with your attitude, I take it you passed in the Naval Academy, as a male? Nah, impossible, your jugs and curves won't go unnoticed and that act would even expel you from the academy, but I guess the captain here was a good friend, pulling a woman to the ways of the navy. How commendable, attempting to bring change to the old tradition and starting a new one… Welcome to the navy, our very first female Lieutenant Commander."
And realizing he was accompanied by another woman, he added, "So the other lady was the shipgirl for the CV-1 known across the naval aviation branch? Nice meeting you, miss! Thank you for training 'them' in handling the pilots of my air wing at Carrier Division Two. I think I also have to express my gratitude in having my pilots serve in your air wing in preparation for their journey with the others."
Although a member of the Azur Lane forces, the Eagle Union regularly pulled out Langley and her ship to allow pilots to learn maneuvers in short runways, such as the case for naval aviation. The pilots needed the experience of flying a plane over the sea from a carrier, and thus Langley rarely saw combat and was usually seen over the Atlantic conducting standard exercises for her pilots and subjecting them to aviation problems as well. Those that pass her grueling tests are sent to the Union carriers operating on the Pacific, with most of them landing a position on Halsey's carrier air group.
"Admiral, don't worry. I am happy those sisters are tempered by my teaching, and the pilots trained carefully on their time aboard my ship. I'd say it's a job of mine to teach and be a cornerstone of their progress," Langley shied a bit after the expression of gratitude from the rear admiral.
"Now, now… with the introductions away, Langley, please close the door and get in. You're included in this," Halsey now commanded her.
The room now sealed, he continued, "we're not just here to meet with the new allied officers. I take it you knew what happened before the Iron Blood laid waste to your base in Greenland?"
The four present on that event nodded, before he spoke again, "Right. The Sakura now joined the Crimson Axis and are eerily quiet, but more news. The Iris Orthodoxy split up into Iris Libre and Vichya Dominion. The Iris Libre is now helping with our allies at the same seas you were in weeks ago, the other joined at the same time as the Sakura. Also, we have confirmed the Northern Parliament is moving to intercept Iron Blood mass-produced ships with their shipgirls, the Royal Navy is forced to defend the Azur Lane Suez Canal area and blockading Sardegna Empire's efforts to support the Crimson Axis, the Iron Blood Kriegsmarine have officially detached control of their shipgirls, and our mass-produced ships still won't stand a chance at the shipgirls' firepower.
Now, this is a task for all of you here in the Azur Lane as representatives of the Eagle Union, because I want to know how far you can deliver victory on this war and against those wretched witches. I want you to analyze the problem with the Sakura. I know you knew about their imminent attack on the Pacific, and I've been talking about it to Commander Nimitz here as he's well-versed with the Pacific, but we can't agree on where, when, and how. The Union is passive about declaring war against them without 'actionable intel' my ass, and I also am, but the ambassadors that met with them confirmed their alliance with those witches that is basically the reason we're all fighting in the first place. I am sure this conflict is getting entertaining for those Sirens, so please help us."
Charles called on Lauren to roll the map of the Pacific on this world and a few pieces to demonstrate, and taking the information from his world, spoke up: "Sir, first of all, the actions taken by the Kriegsmarine would help with our alliance with the Iron Blood shipgirls later on the war, so I welcome the news. Also, the Sakura won't act without warning us moments before they attack, but I doubt it would reach us in time. If I am to attack the Union and get away with it, I'll want to take out our air forces before crippling our fleet to prevent immediate response to Sakura occupation of the Union's territories, especially areas we're sourcing out raw materials from."
Langley gave her own input, "hmm… so a high probability of attack would be at the core of our fleet, at Hawaii, or the naval station at the Philippines which is nearest to them… No, it would be here at Pearl Harbor. Reducing or removing the main fleet's capability of responding to their subsequent attacks would help them gain control of smaller bases easier. They'll be likely to attack us with a different method and not direct naval battles, because if I were they, I'm mot showing all my trump cards for those to be smashed to oblivion. What method is that, I don't know because I am not aware of their naval power. And certainly not when, I can't predict what's going on in the minds of other people."
Halsey, not yet satisfied with the analysis, asked, "shall we leave our carriers at Pearl? I doubt the other Union carrier groups would want it even if I leave mine, but let's not take chances against air attacks."
"No sir, they'll likely to attract enemies to them, and we'll lose our most likely critical pieces. Either way, we lead the carriers away from Pearl, or have them handle operations before the enemy attack. Hopefully they're away by then," Lauren replied, getting a nod from the others in the room.
"The only remaining question is when, and how, huh? Intel says they have a few carriers but are not that large in terms of carried squadron size, so I might take into account other factors, but nonetheless I'll suggest to command having the Pacific Fleet under full alert. But y'know, I'm still managing the country club so I shouldn't worry about it yet," Nimitz finally gave up as he knew no one's answering that until the day comes.
"Nah, we'll all worry about it, you know. I'll have USS Enterprise on station for fleet problems and a few missions. And boy, stop calling this old hag here 'sir', you have a higher position than him! Well, I guess that's the navy for you, superiors are always superior," Halsey laughed as he noted how many times the young man called Nimitz his superior, before continuing, "anyways, Commander Nimitz here will return to his office, while I have USS Nautilus escort you to the naval base because I need to return to my flagship. Thank you for cooperating with us."
With the two Union navy officials leaving the ship, the final gate opened, allowing Langley to maneuver her ship to the open waters and seeing Halsey enter the submarine at the far end of the docks, the group now adjusted course towards the Hawaiian Islands.
Nighttime arrived, with Charles and Lauren the only ones in the living quarters. Charles, now coming to terms with what he failed to say earlier, spoke:
"I wish I told them the attack would happen a few hours after we arrive at Pearl Harbor. I could've said the Japanese attacked in our world using a lot of planes, not just the less than a hundred as the intel here said. But no, I was hoping this world with the shipgirls be at least different, yet I feel like it isn't, really. Although I guess I won't make a difference if I appeared in front of the Iron Blood even if their shipgirls are now a separate unit, no?"
"Hey, Charles, it's already late in the day and you're still depressed as fuck. We can't do anything anymore except do the right things to do when the time comes, you know? As much as I want to tell you we messed up big time by allowing that shit ton of dead bodies to pile up again in a course of six years, we can't do anything about it anymore! Let's just see to it lesser bodies pile up," Lauren reprimanded him after hearing his crappy rant.
"Ow, sorry… I guess I'll see Langley first and ask her how she flies her planes. I might learn something different."
"Do your stuff, hotshot. You know I'm always with you. Just… let me… (yawns)… sleep."
Charles walked to the door and closed it behind him, finding Langley at one of her planes at the midship elevator on the hangar bay moments later.
"You're not yet sleepy?" Langley noticed him but was too busy to look.
"Not yet. Can I ask you something? Have you flown your planes without pilots in them?"
"More than I can count. I needed to do so because how can I teach what I don't know? I disassemble my planes, know them inside and out, and when they are on the flight deck, in my mind, I can see myself on the plane, and when I think of starting the engines, it does. Although when I fly a squadron or two, I tell the planes through my mind what I want to do, and they execute the maneuvers I want, the attacks I think, every twist and turn I wish."
"Now that I've answered your question, let me ask you," Langley told him, "what are you really? The moment you set foot into my ship weeks ago, I felt a certain power. Not a destructive power, but a pure and very powerful one… I'm intrigued by both of you, because your friend has the same too, albeit a weaker one."
Charles, feeling she cannot lie on the girl in front of him, spoke up, "alright, because you are a trusty friend and an official shipgirl under my command. However, don't tell the admiral whatever I'll tell you, and don't tell Lauren I told you. Okay… here goes everything, I guess…"
He told her his time in the academy, to his missions against the Sirens, until his last mission before appearing on this world and the stuff the did before stepping on her ship.
"Someone from the other world also infested with Sirens, huh? That's something I can't imagine… But enough of that, what were those things strapped in your back, hips, and shoulders? If I heard it correctly, the ladies from the Royal Navy muttered something like that when I was touring them around… And from your story, I take it the cubes interacted with you and fused the ship with your body?"
Charles, recognizing what Langley was hinting at, sighed before answering, "oh, that? Huh, as I suspected, nothing gets past you… How do I do that? Aquarius, combat mode… engage…?"
As he completes the last word, a miniature flight deck of his former ship attached on his left leg, some sort of AA gun on his left shoulder, a small-scale carrier island appeared on his back with the anti-projectile laser system and rotating radar atop it, the anti-ship missile launcher on his right shoulder, and his pistol changed into a dull grey color. A thick steel appeared as bracers on his forearm, along with plating for his torso extending to his upper thighs, and steel knee protectors accompanied the steel covers on his lower leg and was accentuated by the red flat shoes that looks like a ship's underside. Langley now stared in awe as she looked at him with sparkly eyes.
"Whoa, the words just came out of nowhere… I was wondering how to reapply the rigging again, but I guess it worked, although I don't want to fire anything yet… Hmm… I think I found a way to enable the shielding, but I'm not sure if it would work. In any case, I'll use these for emergencies," Charles satisfyingly stated as he smiled, a clicking sound from his rigging told him the shielding is okay.
Langley stared for a bit further, before touching him at various places.
"O-oy, stop touching me! Haah… i-it feels weird! Stop it, Langley!"
"Ooh, what is this, hmm? What a nice gun! I wonder how far its range is… And a flight deck, huh? Can you jump off the water? I can see you're not yet used to moving in water. Don't worry, the two are asleep," she said excitedly.
"A-alright, then…" he said before he jumped from the hangar bay. A satisfying splash showed Charles still standing, the underside of his rigging's shoes beneath the water.
"Hmm… Have you tried ice skating? I've seen a few children do that before the war, and I can almost certainly see the same physics working with your equipment even in water, although if you think about it, ice is just frozen water…"
"A bit, perhaps? Although the last time I used this, the distance to shore was just short, so I guess I was lucky. Hopefully I can master this rigging for emergency purposes, but I'm not planning to show this to the other girls anytime soon."
Embarrassed with Langley's earlier antics, Charles jumped to the hangar bay, disengaged his rigging and returning to his uniform, leaving Langley disappointed.
"I see, so it was that, huh? Maybe your ship being 'American' in origin got something to do with you appearing on top of our destroyer," Langley said after analyzing his story, before adding, "I may want to contribute to cube research and see if I can manifest my ship like you do."
With that, Langley went to her plane, writing something on a lockable ledger before she closed it, and told him to accompany her to their room and sleep. Both seeing Lauren snuggling her pillow, both fell fast asleep on their beds.
Two days later at the Kriegsmarine Headquarters
"Mein freund, I have successfully returned from the mission, although I had to evade two Royal Navy bitches before arriving here," a platinum short-haired woman spoke to the lady seated at the far end of the church-like room as she entered.
"Have you confirmed it?, Tirpitz?"
Tirpitz said in an emotionless manner as she disengaged her rigging, "Ja, I saw the new Azur Lane kommandant heading to the Pacific, although he doesn't look like considering us as enemies, yet. With the news of our separation from the Fuhrer's forces, I am certain they will reach to us soon, Bismarck. From what I saw, however, it seems the Union still rejects the idea of using Siren technology unlike us, albeit ours is still far from perfect."
"So it comes to this… either we rescue our sisters from the Kriegsmarine and escape with our own research, as they are too engrossed with the idea of doing all sorts of experiments with our bodies, but it should be done before the Iron Blood forces on land get defeated… or we wait until either the Azur Lane or the Sirens decide our fates. Tirpitz, continue observing the war. I believe our transfer won't be that long anymore," the blonde woman named Bismarck ordered Tirpitz, before continuing, "what has transpired that forced him to leave the Atlantic? The forces of war need him here," Bismarck said as she closed the folder containing the planned experimental procedures on their bodies, supposedly starting after their capture.
Tirpitz, understanding where the confusion held right now by her friend and leader came from, gathered herself before speaking, "I've read reports from the armed forces that a few production ships went rogue. It's likely those people from the other faction of the Kriegsmarine, the ones who shackled the rest of our sisters to their whim, that went into Greenland and laid waste to the Azur Lane Atlantic Command. The base was destroyed with a few men dead according to radio chatter over the Azur Lane battle network, but it would be the USS Langley who took the defense and evacuation of the base personnel.
Apparently all of the bombers and ships sent there by those vile suckers got wrecked, without any of their personnel surviving. With what I can infer, I'd say that commander has his hand on the reduction of casualties as radio chatter with hints about him from our army sprouted the day he was likely taken in by the Azur Lane."
"Hoh, a carrier used to train the pilots for the Big E sunk a battle group by herself? My, my, I'm looking forward to meeting with herr kommandant, and probably take him to our side as well, but after we rescue the others. As much as I want to have Azur Lane aid us, I'll place that as our last resort. Now come, Tirpitz, let us now move. We'll use whatever remains of that base you said as our temporary hiding place, because things are likely to heat up even without Iron Blood in the equation," Bismarck calculatingly spoke to Tirpitz before she called the three other shipgirls and left the area.
At the same time, in the Royal Navy Headquarters…
"Grant them passage!" a guard screamed, as the door behind him swung open with a maid waiting for the arrival of the newcomers.
"Oh, Sheffield, has anything major transpired while we were away?" Belfast spoke as the golden-eyed maid gave her a curtsy.
"It's not really much, Belfast. The waters have just been surprisingly quiet. Come now, her Majesty is waiting for you and milady Hood in the garden," Sheffield told her in a plain voice before walking behind the two.
As the two was about to enter the covered pavilion in the middle of the garden, they recognized the petite blonde-haired girl on the center of the round table with the imposing crown on her head, and bowed with respect before saying, "your Majesty, we have returned safe, and our mission is a considerable success."
The girl sipped on her tea, before placing it back to the saucer elegantly and speaking, "Let me hear it then as we enjoy our tea. I'm quite interested with the person appointed as new commander… no, captain, of the Azur Lane. And I also have a few questions prepared just in case."
Hearing the approval of Queen Elizabeth, battleship and the leader of the Royal Navy shipgirls, Belfast started reporting, "His name was Charles West, and I verified him to be the one during our troop landings, the one who went out of the mess of a destroyer and managed to destroy the final artillery placement there, and the one wearing the… weird equipment Miss Hood saw. Verified reports from the frontlines told us he also helped the ground forces eliminate the anti-tank placement on the opposite side of that hill, and he was taken in on the Azur Lane by Fleet Admiral Scott McCall the very same day aboard the USS Langley. He was also the man responsible for softening the impact of the Iron Blood raid on our Greenland installation, although how he managed to do so is still unknown."
Queen Elizabeth, still unsatisfied, spoke, "Hood, what would be your assessment of this individual? Will he be a boon, or a bane to our efforts in dealing against the Sirens I spat my tea to?"
"I still doubt his commanding capabilities as I have not been under his command, but I can say he is a careful one. He kept good relations to the men from the abandoned base, to Langley, the first carrier shipgirl of the Union, and a follower to the admiral. From what I can infer, your Majesty, he is certainly a boon for Azur Lane and would undoubtedly prioritize others' lives before himself, although I failed to have him answer my question as we were needed at the Mediterranean," Hood said gently as she remembered his face, one filled with hope but overwhelmed by uncertainty.
"Hoh, if I may, can I ask the question, and why you bothered to ask him such?" Queen Elizabeth started sipping her tea again as she asked.
Hood, answering truthfully, said, "Your Majesty, I was asking him about what I saw, and about the 'power' he possessed, because if it's not rude for the ladies here, I gave him a 'handshake' which was the traditional act of greeting with strangers in the Union, and as I did, I felt something. I felt he was similar to us shipgirls, with the only difference being the level of power I felt he has conquered, and I was very curious as to how I can achieve it because I believe it is achievable within our grasp."
Queen Elizabeth, surprised and now curious as to what kind of man made an elegant lady like Hood aspire power, she declared, "From your words, he might be the first male ship representation, huh… Then, as soon as we are done with nonsense naval engagements here in the Atlantic side of the war, we shall depart for the Azur Lane base at the Pacific!"
A blonde lady knight sitting beside Queen Elizabeth spoke, "A splendid plan as always, your Majesty. We shall consolidate all available forces in response to the threat of the Sirens. I still remember the day they approached you to give us 'power' in the expense of our loyalty to them, and you bravely spat the tea in her face before having your ship's guns point to them!"
"I know, Warspite, you don't need to remind me of my acts," Queen Elizabeth said, albeit being flustered with Warspite's sudden storytelling.
Belfast now spoke with concern, "but your Majesty, what if the Iron Blood decide to attack the Royal Capital when we're away? We all know the mass-produced models won't be able to handle them because of their body modifications."
Queen Elizabeth giggled, before telling Belfast, "I appreciate your concern which is fitting for the leader of the Royal Maid Squad, Belfast. But we have confirmed intelligence that the Kriegsmarine is now torn into two, one sticking up with their Fuhrer in support of the Sirens, and the other not accepting of the ways of this war. The internal conflict shall weaken them, but for good measure, I'll consider sending a few to the Pacific base, including the two of you, in a few weeks' time. The others shall remain in defense together with our allies from the Northern Parliament until we are sure it is safe, before we officially head out. Be proud to represent the grace of the Royal Navy in the Azur Lane!"
Hood and Belfast stood up and bowed, as they answered back, "yes, your Highness."
At the same time, off the coast of Sakura Empire's Northern Island…
"Onee-sama, our fleet has completed final preparations and are now waiting for your orders. But are you sure the mass-produced ships and their crew necessary to this mission?" a platinum-haired woman said to the lady on traditional Sakura clothing in front of her as they stood on the docks.
"Everything's fine, my little sister ~. These are according to my plans. We use them to cover OUR presence, and have the Union exact their own revenge against them, no? We'll simply feign ignorance if they fall on the claws of the Eagle Union," the dark-haired fox said to her younger sister.
Their manned counterparts starting to move into the ocean, a female voice belonging to a girl with short stature wearing what looks like a middle-school uniform said, "Akagi-chaaaan, it seems the admiral of the mass-produced fleet has finished and is now starting to move to the waiting point… Are we moving now?"
"Don't talk like that to my sister, you dirty Siren wench! Sister, I agreed with the humans accompanying us, but not this bitch!" the white-haired fox lady shouted to the Siren.
"Calm down, Kaga. And Purifier, not yet. Since your fellows are joining us, it would be better to have them scout for stray ships, no? Who knows what happens when they spot you? Then the Azur Lane might start enforcing its immense power to our human counterparts, enough to stop this 'entertainment' of yours," Akagi replied in a serious manner, albeit with a slight hint of mockery towards the Siren facing her.
Purifier brushed off Akagi's words, "Hmph, just remember to do your job and we'll most likely agree to whatever you say," before muttering, "anyhow, I really get the feeling that the man that made Strategist-chan and gave Observer a good defeat is here on this world, and I'll play with him first before I give him to them… hee-hee-hee…"
Akagi, noticing the behavior of the Siren after mentioning the Azur Lane, thought, 'A little more time and resources from them… and we'll show those Union brats and the feisty ones from the Royal Navy the power they denied! They'll beg for their lives, just like Nagato and her retinue! And once we achieve the power rivaling these bitches, we'll wipe them all off this planet! Just you wait!'
She and Kaga brought out their ships, before ordering her allies to steam behind the human fleet, as four portals open to reveal flat-top ships with a dark hull patterned with glowing red streaks of light all over it, the standard Siren carrier for their air assets, starting to move behind their own fleet.
Alright, so it's back! I may have gone a bit far with this one, but yeah, a little history would be fun... Anyways, hope to upload the next one as soon as internet's stable, so stay safe until then!