Alternative Project: Blue Lane

by Se7en2100

Take the leap into the brave new world where the advance of technology surpasses the laws of chronology, yet it comes at a cost in the face of extraterrestrial presence and the ever-kindling flame of war. Comprehend the record of the survivors who fought for various reasons.

8. Chap 8

WARNING! This will be a 16.000 words long chapter, just take your time and relax!

Episode 5 - Fullspeed Ahead, Together We Sail!

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[12:30 AM]

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*Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud…*

With every step, the sound of her footwear echoed like a beat into the empty hallway. Her minty hair - long, smooth, and loose-waved - was a trail of light that accompanied her to her destination. The tails of her long coat followed each step, the fabric swirling around the curves of her body. The only other noise in the corridor belonged to her - the sound of her breathing, and the fit, repeating tapping of her boot.

"Sigh… I can't believe it has to be me…"

A sense of exhaustion filled her as she forced herself towards her destination, her mind overwhelmed by thoughts of the task ahead. Yet she persevered, gritting her teeth and taking each step one at a time, the sound of her boots echoing through the corridor with each footfall.

Finally, she reached her destination. The door opened with a soft whoosh, and she was greeted by the sight of the hangar, the machines nestled within, safely locked in places.

With a deep breath, her emerald eyes searched the surroundings, scanning every corner. Apart from the guards and technicians busy performing maintenance on the mechs, the area was still and quiet, as time seemed to have stopped.

A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she spotted her mech, restored to its original condition. It was a reassuring sight, but she couldn't afford to let herself be distracted and focus on the primary task at hand.

So she can get back in time to catch up with her favorite show!

"There you are…"

She walks up to the white machine, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hangar. She is certain the pilot is inside the machine as it has been parked there the whole day.

A breath of annoyance escapes her lips. This has been going on for the past couple of days. The young pilot spends most of his time either locked up in his room or checking on his mech in the hangar, except for when he needs to grab a quick bite or if they have a brief and even then he barely speaks more than a few words and keeps to himself for the most part…

It's a frustrating situation, but it's not like she doesn't understand…

"Oi, Nishizawa! You're in there!?"

She asks as she knocks on the cockpit seal with two short, sharp taps, then holds her breath and waits for a response.

Luckily, since it is her voice he is hearing, he doesn't keep her waiting for long. The sound of machinery whirring echoes in the hangar as the cockpit seal begins to tip and opens, releasing a rush of stale air from inside and revealing the human within.

"Taicho?"

He turns his sky-piercing blue eyes to her, wondering what could be the reason she's seeking him.

She lets out another sigh as she sees him. Being the odd one here, it's understandable that he may find it difficult to communicate with others even around his squadmate…

His background was well-documented, but to shorten it up, he has a mixed Japanese-American heritage, yet his time was spent growing up in Japan, and began to serve in the Japanese Air Self-Defense Force at the age of eighteen with the rank of 2nd Lieutenant before transferring to the Navy.

Or so that's what the files said, she's sure it wasn't easy for him to be accepted in the military, whether he's a skilled pilot or not…

"Have you eaten yet? You didn't show up in the mess hall," she asks, her hand resting on her waist. Her tone is casual, but there is a hint of concern in her voice.

It's nothing else, she's simply doing her job and looking out for those under her team…

He nods as his sky-blue eyes meet hers.

"I decided to have a large breakfast this morning, so I don't feel that hungry. I should be fine in a few more hours," he replies calmly, hoping it will be enough to lessen whatever worry she might have.

She sighs exasperatingly, clearly frustrated with Kai's lack of communication and lack of time spent socializing.

"That's not good, You're supposed to be eating at the right time and place. What are you doing, cuddled up in that cockpit the whole day? Have you tried watching anime or playing video games? Kids like you should be enjoying their free time," she scolds softly, her face growing softer as she sees the boy's determination in repairing and maintaining his mech.

She crosses her arms and leans back against his machine, watching as he taps away at the keyboard with precision, his eyes focused on the inner workings of the prototype. She can't help but admire his passion for his work, even if it sometimes gets in the way of his personal life.

"I need to make sure the prototype is functional properly. Checking for any production errors, limiting code, etc.…" Kai replies, his voice even and calm. It's clear that he takes his work very seriously and spends quite a bit of time ensuring its success.

It's then that she realizes that she has once again mistaken his prototype for a custom Type-94 Shiranui, rather than the rumored Type-04 Shiranui Second, a joint project of all the Japanese industries for the 3.5rd Generation Tactical Fighter that would replace the current Shiranui model.

Seems like it was only still in the testing phase one as it's still using the Type-94's frame and design.

She was surprised, to say the least, when the news came to her several days back that she would be left in charge of the experimental unit along with its pilot.

It's also rumored to be, or outright using technologies and data of the American industry, Boeing. And to think that they would have a mixed-blood nineteen-year-old kid as the test pilot, talk about irony, she muses to herself. She wonders how he must be feeling, being burdened with such a responsibility at such a young age…

Despite his reserved and quiet nature, it's clear that he's highly skilled and extremely dedicated to his job as a test pilot, yet she can't help but get the feeling that he is capable of so much more and hopes that he'll one day be able to come out of his shell and show the world what he's capable of…

"If you go now, you might get a dessert or two."

"But Taicho, I'm not -"

*Growling…!*

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"Hehe. You were saying?"

Maki lets out a little laugh at the growl of Kai's stomach, as his expression turns red in embarrassment.

Her hands then move as she takes off a wrapped box of bento and hands it to the younger boy.

He hesitates for a moment, taken aback by such a kind gesture from her. He accepts the box nonetheless, yet he continues to stare at her in bewilderment. However, the only message he receives from her is a wordless look of encouragement.

Kai unwraps the box and opens it, releasing the sweet aroma of cooked rice and fried fish. There's also a newly fried fresh tofu, so delicious that he found it hard to resist. As the delectable scent continues to invade his senses, it becomes harder and harder for him to deny his rumbling stomach.

"It's from Fujiwara, you know, the tofu girl? You didn't show up at the mass hall today, so she saved these for you."

She explains the provenance of the bento and gives him a little wink as his eyes once again fall to the bento. The delicious scent becomes even more difficult to resist.

"Well? Hurry up and eat while it's still hot. Then you can go back to do whatever you want,"

As if those were the magic words, she smiled as she watched him pick up the chopstick and enjoy the bento. Reluctantly taking bite after bite, it's a welcome respite from the grueling schedule of testing the prototype.

This is the first time she sees him eagerly enjoying his meal like this, seemingly downing it like a hungry wolf…

She smiled to herself a little, content with the fact that the Yukikazes were trying to make it up to Kai since they realized they had been too hard on him and wanted to make amends. This small lunch box was just a little something they had prepared for him.

However, she believes that some things in life were better left for people to figure out on their own. Kai's a smart and capable kid, so he should be able to put the pieces together himself.

As for the more hot-headed members of her squad, they would need a bit more convincing to fully accept Kai for who he was. It would take time and effort on everyone's part, but she believed they could get there eventually.

Nevertheless, she felt a sense of satisfaction knowing the blonde-haired kid was being treated a little better than before. It may not have been a lot, but it was a start. Just give it time and patience and they will come to accept him for who he is, regardless of his eye, hair color, or facial features.

After all, She takes pride in their squad name as the newly 30th Senjutsuki Strike Force, the elite TSF unit of the Imperial Empire of Japan. Formed during the cold winter of Japan, they take their name - Yukikaze, the Snow-bearing Wind - as a symbol of their strength and resilience.

And as a team, they must support each other through tough times and celebrate victories together. They will always have each other's back and fight to accomplish their missions, regardless of the challenges awaiting them ahead. With this strong resolve and mutual support, they are confident they can face any obstacle and overcome any obstacle that comes their way and become the storm of Japan.

She once again takes a closer look at the white Type-04, code sign; Shirabuki - White Lightning, marveling at the pristine condition it was in.

Despite the foreign technology that had gone into its construction, she couldn't help but envision the potential it holds as the next generation of Senjutsuki. The feeling of pride flowed through her as she looked at the imperial red sun symbol emblazoned on the mech's shoulder, representing their undying allegiance as warriors of the land of the rising sun.

At last, their powerful 3rd generation mech was in sight! Finally, they would be able to outclass those hamburger Americans and even surpass the metalhead Germans. To hell with the flower-loving Italians and their fancy robots! They would be left in the dust, and they would cement their place as the empire's dominant forces on the battlefield. With their new and improved Shiranui Second, they would crush their enemies with ease and establish themselves as the true mecha overlords with anime style!

Children are crude, and she is in touch with her inner child.

"Sensei! You're gonna be late for your show again!"

She is snapped back to the present as the remainder of one of the Yukikaze female members.

It hit her that it was just about that time. She was so caught up looking for the kid and his mech that she ended up losing track of time.

"K*so! Sorry, I'm gonna go now! Be sure you eat dinner at the mass hall tonight or it'll be one hundred sword swings!"

She throws a parting comment as she turns to leave. She takes off with a speed that only a veteran soldier like herself can manage, leaving the golden-haired boy to look at her retreating form with comical bewilderment while having a mouthful of rice.

He smiled as he swallowed the last bit of his lunch.

"I wonder what kind of trouble she's got herself into this time."

He chuckled to himself as he watched the woman run away. His captain was certainly a unique individual. Unlike other commanding officers, he had the unpleasant to serve under, she had a playful and energetic personality that made her stand out from the rest.

And yet, he also admired how she could be tough and determined when duty called for it. It was a stark contrast to her playful side, becoming more serious and giving out excellent orders and strategies like a proper squad leader, and it made her all the more interesting to him…

"Wow, Tsukuyomi-sensei is as fast as ever. She must really like that foreign show. What was it again, Swordsman Jake or something…?"

His attention swung to an unfamiliar female voice, who had clearly been watching their interaction.

As she makes her presence noticed, he recognizes she is one of the Yukikaze female pilots.

Her wavy long hair, a soft and fluffy shade of pink, is tied up into two adorable buns on the top of her head, reminiscent of a pair of cat ears. Her eyes, a clear and vibrant shade of purple, seem to twinkle with energy as they reflect the light surrounding her.

She appears to be a young girl, maybe in her early teens, yet judging from the air surrounding her, he can tell she is at least an experienced fighter, Yet she gives off an aura of friendliness and cheerful demeanor that belies her strength and determination…

He had seen her around regularly but well, he was never one to go out of his way to talk with strangers…

"Ara, I know I'm a cutie kitty, but you don't have to shower me with that lovesick look. You're gonna make me blush~!"

He was snapped back to reality by her comment and a slight blush spread across his cheeks. He realized that he had indeed been staring at her, though it might not be in the way she had implied…

Still, he does admire to himself that she is indeed cute…

He shook his head away from any unappreciated thoughts and mentally scolded himself for unconsciously letting his special power slip from his control…

"Mmmm~ There are better places to have your lunch than in the hangar, you know. You must really love robots if you rather share your lunchtime with these tip-cans of Senjutsuki. Are you an otaku? Or…"

"Robosexual~!"

And just like that, he became a victim of this woman's teasing. All of the good points he has for her as first impressions drop dramatically…

"Hehe! Gomen'nasai! Giggle~! "

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Nevertheless, despite the teasing, and his best efforts to keep a straight face in response to the playful attitude, the corner of his lips couldn't resist but curl slightly upwards, as a small smile formed his expression.

At least one of them is having fun, he thought, as the smiles were exchanged between the two of them, he decided that this mystery girl was worth the embarrassment.

It's only a little…

She takes note of his silence and decides to fill the empty space with some more chatter.

"You're not really a talkative guy, are you? You get along with Ichimonji-chan then! I'm sure he'd be glad to have someone who can stay quiet and play Tofu Drift with him!" She comments in a light-hearted and playful tone as if to encourage him to open up more.

"I… supposed I'd be interested then."

He replies, his blue eyes glued to her purple irises that seem to sparkle with excitement. Despite his reticent demeanor, he was intrigued by the girl's energy and the idea of getting along with her.

Even though he isn't sure who she was referencing…

"So~ what's your name? I mean, I know your name from your first introduction when you came, but… well…"

Her sentences trail off, with hints of uncertainty in her voice as she hesitates to say what's truly on her mind but simply could the word.

From her expression, it's almost as if she's feeling guilty about something. And he can tell just what she is trying to say something, something that should be obvious to him…

Chief Tsukuyomi's encouragement, the lunch box from Fujiwara, and now this girl who's trying to get a conversation out of him - it should all be clear to him…

The question is: Are all of these actions really coming from their hearts, or are they simply following Chief Tsukuyomi's orders? Are they trying to make him feel like he's welcome here…?

He shook himself away from the thought and placed it in the back of his head, looking at her with a subtle but knowing smile, realizing that despite the questions floating around in his mind, he should at least make an effort to get to know this girl who's trying to reach out to him…

"Kai, Nishizawa Kai. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."

He calmly gives his name in a simple yet polite voice as he extends a hand to her, somewhat feeling genuinely happy to meet her.

But for her, it's as if a bright sunrise has just appeared before her. Her mood is instantly lifted, and she can't help but return the smile and introduce herself in the same cheerful tone.

"Tamase Naomi! Sumitsukimasu! Just call me Naomi, Kai-chan! Let's get along from now on!"

She shakes his hand with much enthusiasm and energy, feeling a sense of connection that she hasn't felt before.

And with that, a new friendship is formed.

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"Friend, huh…"

The word was almost foreign to him, as it had been a while since he last experienced it. A flicker of sadness passed across his face, yet he quickly covered it with a smile…

"I'll be glad then, Naomi-san…"

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[U.S. Naval Station; Pearl Harbor. 01:00 PM.]

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The dim light from the lamp illuminates the room, casting shadows on the walls. She lay there in her bunk bed, the sound of the spinning ceiling fan echoing in the small room, feeling the gentle breeze of the auto fan cooling her body.

Yet, her thoughts were twisting and turning, filled with questions over the past few days. She felt overwhelmed by the events that had occurred, and she wasn't sure where to turn to. The sound of the alert ringing loudly, the explosions, the sound of guns fired, and the chaos that followed played over and over in her mind…

She closed her eyes and buried her face in the white pillow, trying to block out the sound as they came back.

She wished she had the answers to the questions that were gnawing at her mind, Why was she reborned to this world like this? In this form, in this anchorage, and at the very spot that had been her final resting place.

Along with many, so many others…

Even when she closed her eyes tightly, she couldn't, she just couldn't stop it as the salty tears crept out from their hiding place and stained the soft fabric of the pillow with their sadness.

She felt as though she was drowning in her own emotions, a victim of the pain that was weighing her down. It was as if the tears were a manifestation of the trauma, of the nightmare that she couldn't escape from, and all she could do was try to hold them back for a little longer…

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

"Arizona, are you in there?"

The sound of knocking on the door jolted her out of her thoughts, as her heart raced and the voice of her sister rang from the side.

"Ah, yes, sister!"

She quickly wiped away her tears and rushed over to the door, eager to see the person on the other side.

The woman from the other side of the door bears a striking similarity to her in appearance, yet there's a more mature air surrounding her.

With a tall slender figure and a confident demeanor. Her long, dark brown hair is tied back in a side-tail, revealing her aqua-green that radiated with strength and determination. A facial scar on her left cheek added to the toughness of her strong womanly demeanor.

She wears a blue uniform, like her own, yet the top is left unbuttoned, daringly displaying a portion of her chest that is covered only by a black swimming top. A silver choker rests around her neck, and the black belt wrapped around her waist, dark-brown pantyhose with long thigh straps, and black high heels. A pair of black half-gloves and a blue mini-cap is also sitting by the side of her side-tail.

Despite the similarities in their appearance as sisters, this woman carries off a greater air of maturity and a stronger heart, much stronger than her own…

It is clear that she's been through a lot, as her confidence radiates through the door. She couldn't help but feel the strength in her presence and knows that she can count on her sister for anything…

And that is her weakness…

"Arizona, have you eaten anything yet? I was a little busy at the command station, so I didn't show up for lunch." She says as both sisters settle on the bed.

"Yes, I eat well enough. Don't worry about me, Big sis."

This is her sister, the one who bore the name of their class. She had always looked up to her sister, and had heard the many tales of her accomplishments throughout the Second Great War - how she had taken part in countless operations as the legendary lead ship.

Her sister was truly a strong and beautiful ship, Pennsylvania… a ship to be proud of.

"I see…"

She pondered with a simple response. Then she laid on her back, feeling the absorbed soft, inviting bed of her younger sister.

It almost feels as though their dorm is the most perfect place to unwind around this noisy anchorage.

"So, what do the headquarters ask of you? Do we have a new assignment?" She asks, wondering as she prepares a cup of tea.

"Mmm, not really, just that we'll be returned to the Island along with our newbie of a human commander." She replied with a casual shrug as she accepted the cup, pausing to take a small sip before setting it aside and crossing her legs.

"I see, so we finally have a new commander to manage the station. I just hope he isn't too bossy…" The soft-spoken Arizona says softly as she takes a seat beside her older sister on the bed.

"Hmgh! If he does, he won't be in the position for long, not with the usual activities going on on the Island as a daily routine. I like to see how much of a greenhorn like him can be bossy and not run back to the Admiral crying."

She can't help but feel a large cold sweat form at the back of her head as she listens to her Big Sis Penn, who speaks smugly with a smirk, seeming to anticipate the entertainment she expects to see from their new commander's likely blunders…

"I… hope he won't leave too soon…"

She remarks sheepishly, almost uncertain. She knows that the station can be a bit noisy, it's an international anchorage and is a stopping point for various types of ships, from civilian to military ships from one country to another. A stopping place in the middle of the wide-open sea of the Pacific Ocean.

So it's out to be a bit more crowded with activities. Especially with more of those like her and her sister…

With a lot of work to be done in a day or so, one event to another, good or bad, or even the silliest situations always being reported at the commander's office. It's no wonder most commanding officers often became stressed…

The Admiral should have made it clear that most key personnel of Azur Lane island aren't exactly normal and out to be a bit more uproaring than most people, but he decided to leave it out and said it was more fun that way…

"What… does he look like?"

She couldn't help but ask softly, as her thoughts wandered back to the time when that stranger of a commanding officer suddenly appeared on her bridge and asked for her assistance…

She couldn't help but marvel at the way he took the command and issued the order, and as he took in the circumstances at any given report, his eyes started to shape up, almost as if hundreds of strategies began to run through his mind and come up with the most efficient countermeasures and offensive.

Yet, despite all of his admirable features as a commanding officer, it was the way he seemed to moderately care about the well-being of those under his command that truly amazed her. She remembered how he paid a visit to the fighter squadron that had supported them during the battle and was more than willing to pay the hospital bill for all the injured pilots and even Brooklyn's group.

And…

The way the two of them look at each other in the eyes…

The way he had gently wiped away her tears…

The way he had left himself be the shoulder for her to let out all her pain…

Oh, god. Why did she start to sound like some kind of hopeless romance?

Yet, as she thought about it, her emotions did not betray her as her heart began to pick up the pace.

She can still remember the sound of his beating heart when he took her into his warm embrace…

Yes, there was no denying that if she were to have a commanding officer or at least a captain for her ship, she would have wanted someone like him - an excellent tactician and commander, yet a kind-hearted gentleman.

His presence was a source of comfort and stability amid the chaos and confusion of battle, and his warm embrace had never failed to comfort her in moments of weakness.

She couldn't help but feel grateful for all that he had done for her, and if given the chance, she would do everything in her power to protect him and make sure he always felt appreciated for all that he had done for her and those around her…

"Chocolate-brown eyes,"

"Huh?"

She snapped out of her woolgathering at the sounds of her Big Sis Pennsylvania who describes a particular someone's appearance.

"Same unruly brown-haired, and dumb-looking pretty boy face, like those weird reverse harem Japanese comics. He makes a laughable expression upon being surprised and yells 'WHAT?'. Honestly, I do not see how much he can offer as a Naval Commander, much less has what it takes to command a base full of anthropomorphized warships."

Big Sis Penn continues to speak her phrase. Despite their close relationship, it always takes her by surprise when Pennsylvania speaks candidly, especially about men.

It was no secret to every girl in this dormitory that she had a rather distasteful opinion of MOST humans…

However, it was clear that the only person she truly respects in this entire anchorage is the Admiral, who has treated them and the other girls like his own daughters. So perhaps deep down, her sister still at least cares a little for her human acquaintances.

As for herself, Arizona has always been drawn to humans, at least the gentle and caring ones. As she listens to Pennsylvania's description, she finds herself thinking about her own encounters with humans and how they've left her with mixed emotions. On one hand, they're often arrogant and quick to judge, but on the other hand, they can be kind and generous, even in the midst of chaos.

It's those moments of kindness, such as when a stranger offered her a shoulder to cry on, that have made her believe in the inherent goodness of humanity, despite its flaws. While she may not be as critical of humans as Pennsylvania, she can understand her sister's perspective. After all, the girls have experienced enough cruelty during the war to make anyone wary…

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Wait a minute.

That description sounds so familiar somehow…

"What… was his name, sister?"

She asked, almost uncertain as the butterflies flew in her belly.

It couldn't be, right…?

"Mmm, what was it again? Oh yes, Parker, Steven Parker, or something. The same boy who bound your ship and bossed us around."

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"Honestly, what happened up there? I thought you disliked the thought of having humans on your ship. What made the exception, Arizona? Are you perhaps interested in that human commander?"

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"Arizona…?"

Big Sis Penn finally turns to look at her prone-to-tear of a little sister, only to see her freeze off with a weird look on her face.

"Dear, are you alright? Hello, Earth to Arizona!"

She finally returns from her trip to Mars at the desperate call of her big sis, but…

[Name: Arizona (no known family name). Nationality: American. Age: Unknown (Appeal 20). Eye color: Green. Hair color: Dark brown. Skin color: White. Rank: None (Captain). Vessel: USS Arizona. Classification: Pennsylvania-class Battleship . Hull number: BB-39. Affiliation: US Naval Station Pearl Harbor, International Naval Station Azure Lane Island. ]

"Nani…???"

[Naval Air Station, Ford Island. 01:30 PM]

"Well, that's the deal, fellows. Patch up your things and be ready to move out at 3 o'clock. Old man Anderson finally decided to kick our butt out of Hawaii and to another Honolulu island somewhere out there."

The blonde-haired 1st Lieutenant Jackson spoke to his fellow officers with a carefree yet authoritative enough tone, while casually lighting himself a cigarette.

"The technical support teams already had our mechs loaded up for transfer as the old man ordered. Now get a move on and prepare to bound the Long Island in the next hour and a half. Any questions? I'm sure hope not."

With that, he kicks back against the chair with his boot on the bar table, taking another long drag from his cigarette like a boss.

Unfortunately, some kids had to raise their hands like they were in middle school.

"Ughhh… Why are you guys doing this to me?" He groaningly drops his gangster expression, going from a professional soldier to that of a lazy smoker and alcoholic…

"Hey, you're the guy who opens the 24 questions. But yeah, that's a named CV ship that will give us a drive. Any chance we're actually going to be assigned as its flight crew?"

He asks, with an amusing look at their leader's misery.

[Name: Orson McCall. Nationality: African-American. Age: 35. Eye color: Brown. Hair color: Black. Skin color: Black. Rank: 1st Lieutenant. Mech: 2nd gen McDonnell Douglas F-15 Eagle . Alias: Strike-2, Black Hunk. Affiliation: Navy Seal (Formally), US 15th TSF Task Force (Currently) (2nd in Command).]

First Lieutenant McCall is a tall, dark-skinned man of African origin. At age 35, he is the oldest and most experienced pilot in the 15th Task Force, with a well-earned reputation as a skilled and courageous fighter. With his black burst-cut hair and muscular physique, he stands out from the other pilots in the team and is often referred to as the 'Black Hunk'. As Jackson's second-in-command, he is respected and admired by his squadmates for his tactical intelligence and leadership skills.

As a former Navy Seal, his extensive combat experience has prepared him for the challenges he faces as a member of this elite team. With his expertise in air combat and tactical operations, he is a valuable asset to the team and is highly respected by his squadmates and commanding officers alike.

"Nah, man. Not a clue."

Jackson takes another drag on his cigarette and gives Orson a sarcastic response.

"The worst it will be right now is a case of the same boring daily routine air patrol at different places with hopefully not as boring," he adds.

"Though there was news that the new station doesn't have that many pilots, so there's the chance, maybe that's why Anderson's kicking us out of Hawaii in the first lugar! Imagine, you guys are gonna be flying all over that dang carrier like a bunch of top guns. It's gonna be epic!"

"Question!"

"Dammit… Grant, Billy." Even though he knows for sure what the cowboy will ask…

"Will there be girls?

Says a surprisingly young man wearing a white cowboy hat, with lazy-looking eyes and a relaxing smirk spreading across his face.

[Name: Billy Pickett. Nationality: American. Age: 25. Eye color: Blue. Hair color: Blonde. Skin color: Tan. Rank: 2nd Lieutenant. Mech: 2nd gen McDonnell Douglas F-15 Eagle . Alias: Strike-5, Billy the Junior, Ladiesman (Self-proclaim). Affiliation: U.S. Marines Corps (Formally), U.S. 15th Tactical Fighter Jack Striker (Currently).]

2nd Lt. Billy Pickett, a mid-twenties-year-old man with bright blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair tied into a short low tail, as well a white cowboy hat that gives off the vibe of a Wild Western person as he carries himself with a sense of confidence and ease that he exudes at all times.

He is also known for his nearly excellent marksmanship, which has earned him the nickname 'Billy the Junior' during his time in the US Marine Corporation, in reference to the infamous outlaw from the Wild West. The alias continues to ring true to his ability to handle a rifle which has definitely translated well to his skills as a fighter pilot.

However, whether he was actually as popular around the opposite gender as he proclaimed is still up for debate…

Nevertheless, with his laid-back personality, and is the first to crack a joke when things get tense. He can be counted on to stay focused and professional when the situation requires it, he is a valuable asset who's willing to do whatever it takes to complete his missions.

Yet that does not stop Jackson from rolling his eyes as soon as the question leaves Billy's mouth.

"Yes, Billy. There will be a lot of girls in the new base. But trust me, dude, you don't want to mess with women there, last They'd blow you away with a 16-inch gun, literally."

With a sarcastic voice, he answers the one question hanging on these morons' heads and takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of his nose.

And he knew better than anyone not to mess with the women there…

"I had things for women who can blow my ass."

"That's my line. And be my guest if you want to try." He rebuts with an equal amount of smugness to the cowboy.

"Any more questions?"

His eyes lazily scan around the bar until he spots one hand raising, the infamous pink-haired Justine-Boy, Striky Junior!

"Yeah, kid?" It's not hard to tell the new kid had quickly become his favorite in about half of this entire squadron, the other half are made of disrespectful morons.

"Lieutenant, I heard we'd be escorting a new commanding officer to the new base. Does that mean we'll be operate under their command?"

[Name: Justin Rodger . Nationality: American. Age: 19 . Eye color: Blue. Hair color: Pink. Skin color: Fair. Rank: 2nd Lieutenant. Mech: 2.5nd Gen McDonnell Douglas F-15E Strike Eagle . Alias: Strike-10, Pinkhorn, Justine-Boy , Striky Junior! (Day ago). Affiliation: IFTS team 7 (Formally), 15th Tactical Task Force (Currently).]

"Thank god someone actually asks a good question! But yeah, you heard it right. Seems like the old man wants to give his favorite seaman a little power boost on his first day with the most badass squadron the harbor has to offer." He confidently answers the kid's question, trying to be the coolest in his junior eyes!

Say kid can't help but smile at the efforts of his leader. He had become accustomed to how members of the 15th Task Force acted around each other, Most of them were quite lighthearted in their daily activities and weren't strictly bid to the overall seriousness of the military law book, yet they were always ready to answer the call of duty at any given note.

The sense of pride still did not fade from his thoughts, as the weight of the jacket that proudly bore their emblem on the back continued to remind him of how far he had come to get here, from a simple school kid who survived a meteor rain and begin his military training, to learn and pilot a fighter, and to finally found a squadron that would accept him in this harbor, one that his instructor believes will be worthy of lending his skill and ability to fight for the righteous…

"Uhh, boss, we're the lowest of the top ten of the Navy, hell, our Fighters aren't adopted by the Navy. Who would use an Eagle in the Navy?"

…

…

…

Just when he thought he was having a good time, someone had to come and ruin it…

His mood seems to take a nose-dive. He tried not to show it, but the words had hit him right where it hurt.

1st Lt. Jackson takes a long drag from his cigarette and blows a smoke ring in the air before letting out a deep, raspy laugh. His amusement at the naive comment is palpable, but he can't help but appreciate the sentiment behind it.

"Because America F*ck Yeah, that's why!"

He suddenly burst loudly with excitement…

"Let me tell you something, buddy,"

Then just as suddenly, changes to a low voice and serious.

"The Eagle may not be the Navy's official fighter, but it's got heart. It's got a soul. It's got America F*ck Yeah!

And those 'bugs' you called a fighter? Let's not forget what represents America, shall we? It's not some puny insect, that's for sure. Nope, it's the glorious Eagle, the embodiment of our country's strength and freedom. And if you can't appreciate that, well… you're an un-American son of a gun, plain and simple."

His tone gets louder, his emotions rising to the surface.

"I'll be damned if anyone insults the Eagle like that again. It may not be the Navy's baby, but it's our baby. You got that?"

With that, he turns back to his drink and takes another deep pull from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his lips as he lets out a satisfied exhale.

…

…

…

The room goes silent for a moment.

But not because they were too stunned to speak. It's clear that they're used to the lieutenant's colorful and cocky remarks.

Yet, There were times he might go a little further when he was serious about something., but in this case, it was just his pride as an American.

[Name: Ryan Jackson . Nationality: American. Age: 32 . Eye color: Blue. Hair color: Blonde. Skin color: Tan. Rank: 1st Lieutenant. Mech: 2nd Gen McDonnell Douglas F-15 Eagle . Alias: Strike-1, Boss, Manic. Affiliation: Navy Seal (Formally), 15th Tactical Task Force (Currently) (Leader).]

"What is our commander's ensign, Lieutenant?"

"Haha, you'd be surprised, Pinky. Or not at all."

[ U.S. Naval Station; Pearl Harbor. 01:45 PM.]

"Achoo!"

"God Bless You!"

I can't hold it and let out a sneeze as another officer happens to pass by and offer the magic word…

"Thank you," I say with a small salute, feeling a bit embarrassed by the sudden burst of mucus, and continue on my way back to the officer dormitory.

This is the third time in the rear today. What did I do to deserve such ill wishes? Nevertheless, if this keeps up, I might have to consider taking some medications, otherwise, it'll be embarrassing for a commanding officer to be sick while en route to his new base.

Today is going to be a big day and I can't afford to show any flaws in front of those I'll be honored to have under my command! They deserve a commander who will lead them to glory and victory!

…

…

…

"Sigh… If only it was that easy…"

A while ago.

I am once again standing in front of the Admiral's office with my hands behind my back in full attention.

"Well, Commander, it seems like the construction of the station is going smoothly. We should be able to defend ourselves in full power now, Thank you for your watch out, and apologize for the delay of your transfer."

He says as the elderly officer pours the glasses with his favorite Jack Daniels and offers me one glass, just like last time…

I do not intend to have any intoxicated liquor in my system this early in the middle of the day yet, but I would also hate it more to refuse his kind gratitude…

The dark amber liquid reflects my uncertain expression as I take the glass in my fingers, I still didn't feel so good after the other day…

*Clink!*

"It was not a problem and nothing worth apologizing for, sir. I'm simply honored to be of service."

I say as we share a light cheer. Letting the smooth and mellow taste go down my tongue gently, accompanied by the warming and smooth with a slight hint of smokiness.

Deep down, I hope I won't be drinking too today…

"Commander, it seems to me that once again, you have proved yourself more than capable of commanding a fleet. You graduated from the Military Academy with some of the best scores known around and completed officer training like walk on the park."

He says as he leans back against the chair, So do I as I sit with my back straight.

"Yet I hope you remember it well that scores and grades are simply letters and numbers that serve as nothing but useless papers when the gunshot was fired."

His aging eyes, while may appear cold to the reality surrounding him, show the experience of a time long passed. Degrees and rank serve no purpose or difference to old soldiers like him, everyone is equal, The only difference is who's seen the most of what the fire of war could offer to one mind and how will you cope with it…

"Yes, you taught me this well, sir. It was through your teaching that I was able to grow beyond anything that could be taught in the book, and more importantly, I do not wish to make any mistake that would result in any needless sacrifice. As you know, my indecisiveness has always been my shortcoming, as I spend too much time brainstorming the best strategy and practicing all and every possible outcome."

It has always been the one thing that holds me back from the perfect score. While others could mindlessly dispose of a pawn in a game of chess, I didn't, and always being at the receiving end of it…

It… hard to explain somehow…

It's almost as though… that Pop could have done it better, so much better, and that I will dishonor his name and legacy if I allow myself to become just another mindless voice that only knows how to bark orders…

"Yet you guide me through this flaw while still keeping a clear sight of myself, Please rest assured that I will not soon forget all that you have taught me."

Almost as if hundreds of words of wisdom were echoing in my ears again, the way he stood on the center of the bridge, unshaken by the blaze that threatened to consume our being in the face of extraterrestrial existence.

All he needed was to give a simple order, a simple yet filled with authority order, as hundreds of thousands of cannons fired, echoing loudly across the ocean like an overture of victory.

From the sea and from the sky as instruments of war pressing their judgment, transform the sounds of gunfire into an addicting musical note of fire.

Admiral James Anderson, the Hero of the Pacific Ocean. And no one had yet challenged that title…

"Hahaha! You make this old bore of mine swift, I ain't yet to let you kid take all the glory from me yet. The battlefield still needs some use for me, so don't even think I'd lose to kids like you."

He laughs lightly as he pours our empty glass.

"That said, you better live up to your words, commander. Like any bird must spread its wings and leave the roost. Independent, wild, and free, yet do not forget what had been taught to you what it'll need to survive in this unforgiving world of man."

…

*Clink!*

I realize that my indecision and self-doubt are my greatest weaknesses. But his belief in me gives me the strength to persist. I vow to overcome my flaws and become the best commander I can be.

With all that I have learned from his guidance, I will lead my men with confidence and bravery, no matter how difficult the challenge ahead may be. I aim to serve my country and the people I am honored to have under my command, and I will not rest until that goal is achieved.

My indecision will no longer hinder me. I am determined to follow my heart and do what is right, even if it means making hard decisions. The weight of this responsibility will be a heavy one, but it is one that I am more than willing to bear with honor.

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

…?

"Ah! They're finally here. Come on in!"

I feel my eyebrow raise as I turn my eyes to the office door. It swiftly opens as two people step through it.

"Not ending up in the museums yet, fossil?"

That voice, though I did not get the chance to see him in person after our last joint counter-strike, but there is no doubt that voice is…

"Dream on, Jackson. Even if I did, you won't get a simple bottle of my Jack Daniel."

"Keep it to your grave, old man. I want my beer and my paycheck."

"Now now, let's forget who's the freeloader on this base shall we, First Lieutenant?"

"I won't be if you just give me my paycheck already."

"Go ask the US president, I'm just an old man who wants to spend the rest of his last day drinking his mind out."

"Birdsh*t."

I could feel the cold sweat on the back of my head as I watched the two men continue to fire back and forth quips with insulting bullets that I couldn't help but find it funny somehow…

I decided to take this chance and turn my attention to the other visitors in the office.

However, I found myself taken aback as I took in her appearance.

The woman before me bears a striking similarity to someone, someone whose beauty I have tried to put back to the back of my mind…

Everything about her appearance could have easily made me mistaken for that person, the blue uniform, the same color of dark brown-haired, the same aqua-green eyes.

And yet, it was the way she carried herself that let me know this woman is not the same as that person. There is an air of maturity surrounding her, an unfaded sense of power and iron will, and the way she held herself exuded a sense of authority that left no doubt in my mind that she was a genuine officer…

But as of now, she looks like she's about to burst-

"Lieutenant JACKSON!!!"

Angrily…

"Jesus Christ, keep your voice down, woman, last I'd go deaf. I know I'm a good-looking guy, but you don't have to chant my name that loud."

So, he confidently says…

"Like hell I am! If you're so annoyed about that, how about you actually show some respect to your superior officer, you're standing before Admiral Anderson, Lieutenant."

She says, clearly displeased by the casual and informed way the Lieutenant used to speak with the higher ranking.

"Geez, relax, honey. This is just how we talk with each other, you should get used to it by now. And it's not like the old man feels offended by it, right, Admiral?"

"Go f*ck yourself, Jackson." the Admiral responds as he pours the glasses…

The two of them continue to argue a little more. I wonder what their relationship is…

And this iron-will woman, could she perhaps be the sister of Ari-

"Settle down both of ya. You argue like a bunch of five-year-old kids or an old married couple ."

"But, Admiral!"

"Relax, Pennsylvania. It isn't worth anything to raise your voice for. Here for some peace and quiet."

I watch as Anderson hands them a glass of their own like a trope for peace. Seems like the three of them have gotten used to each other's enthusiastic nature.

"Here to the lasting peace between man and woman, cheer."

He says as we raise our own glass.

"I want my beer…"

Why are you doing this, Lieutenant…?

"You get your beer with your money. Now cheer!"

"""""CHEER!""""

The edge of our glasses rings in union with the light impact as we let the dark amber liquid's warm hidden flavor of vanilla, toffee, and banana flow down our tongue, soon accompanied by the warm and smooth with a slight hint of smokiness…

Not good…

"Well, now that that's settled, Captain Pennsylvania, Lieutenant Jackson, I would like to introduce you to Commander Steven Parker."

I feel a massive sweat start to form from the back of my head as the two men and women turn their attention to me with the most uninteresting expression that can be seen written on their faces upon the first looks…

"I guess I don't need to remind you of this, but this young man was none other than the one commander who had led you to the counter and rebelled against our attacker a few days back."

The Admiral continued to introduce me to the two officers. I decided to cast my nervousness aside and put on the best front I could in front of them.

"Mmm… yeah, I saw this guy around. I would have come to say hi, but I was a little busy dragging myself to the hospital after we came back."

The 1st Lieutenant said as he took in my expression. So do I as he appears to be older than me.

Medium-light blonde-haired styled in a mop-top cut with a large bang that almost seems to cover one of his eyes if you look at one angle, as well as faded facial hair. Seems like he had a fair share of workouts under the heating sun, with a tall athletic build and tan skin tone.

He wore a gray flight jacket over the standard black top, accompanied by a pair of blue jeans, with the insignia of the squadron he commands can be seen proudly displayed on the back of the jacket.

The Lieutenant is also known to have joined the efforts in the reclamation of the sea of the Hawaiian Island after it was overrun by the BETA alien lifeform. Under the Admiral's command, 1st Lt Ryan Jackson lad one of the wings and destroyed the meteor hive before the alien could bury it too deep under the island soil.

Whether this accomplishment was known to the larger picture among the many heroes of the BETA war, his achievement was one worthy of praise. If it were not for his and the many sacrifices of other brave heroes, the Hawaiian Island would forever be lost to the alien lifeform, and the United States would lose its hold on the Pacific Ocean.

The Lieutenant and the wings he commands became independent from their old squadron and formed his own squadron under the admiral's approvement, the 15th Task Force, a TSF Squadron that's said to consist of mostly former SEALs and Marines who turn their attention to the engineering power of the humanoid craft, Tactical Surface Fighter.

"Well, never mind that. But I suppose I should thank you for paying the medical bill for my men, you're cool in my book, buddy commander."

He says as he offers me a hand to shake. Despite his rather laid-back attitude when addressing higher-ranking people, I can tell that he is a man of his word and shows his respect to those he trusts in his own way.

"It is nothing to be thanked for, Lieutenant. Rather, I should be the one thanking you instead, you and the 15th Task Force lend us a helping hand when we desperately need it the most. I would not be able to lead the counter fleet if it were not for you protecting our ships and cutting short the enemy air power."

I express my gratitude as I take in his hand with a fit and proper shake, and smile.

It also helps that despite my jump in rank, I'm still a Lieutenant in the large sense of speaking. I can't help but get the feeling we could get along as quick friends and comrades.

"Call it even then, I'll buy you a drink or two if we get the time later."

~Sweatdrop~

"I… will be honored then."

I say, trying not to show my nervousness. I think I had enough to drink for today…

But it's not that easy to turn down the kind gestures…

"And this is Pennsylvania, captain of the USS Pennsylvania. She was among the ships you led during the battle. Captain Pennsylvania is a truly experienced officer, you may learn a thing or two from her, Commander."

With the Admiral introduction, I once again turn my attention to the brown-haired woman before us. She maintains her indifferent expression throughout my exchange with the Lieutenant, I suppose they're not the best of friends…

"Pleased to meet you, Madam. I am grateful for your cooperation in our battle, thank you for rallying your comrades and giving your all to the defense of our base."

I offer her my hand just the Lieutenant to me, as the Admiral said, I indeed wish to learn more from other seasonal officers if I wish to perform my new duty as a commander to the best of my ability. Getting to interact with other experienced officers is a step.

"The honor is mine, Commander Parker. I assure you are pleased with our performance on the sea, yes? I used to lead the fleet of the harbor, so we acknowledged each other's tactics and formations well."

She accepts my hand with a fit grip. Despite being a woman, the way she speaks and carries herself shows just as much the authority of an officer as a man.

"That's indeed an interesting fact, Captain Pennsylvania. If the Admiral would allow it, I would like to learn more from experienced commanding officers like you."

I respond in a calm and collected manner, doing my best to keep my voice steady with a polite smile and avoiding any signs of weakness in front of seasonal officers like her.

"Likewise, Commander. It will be my pleasure to share my experience with you."

She replies with the same amount of compressed, yet unlike me, the ever-visible sense of power does not fade from her voice. It's a demeanor you have to get used to in this type of service, one that requires you to pick up the pistol…

"Actually, Madam. Do you perhaps have a relative in service around here?"

I just can't keep the question to myself…

"Oh? And why do you need to know, if I may ask?"

"It's just that, I have been in acquaintanceship with someone who appeals is very similarly to you, your uniform is also the same as well, so I was wondering if you are relatives and serve under the same bench."

"I see, and where could you have met her? On a battleship perhaps, one that she can sail herself, yes?"

…!?

"Uh- Yes, that is correct! I mean, then you really are…

She flashes a smirk at my realization.

"Sisters, if you haven't figured out sooner by the class of our ships."

That's right! The USS Arizona is the sister ship of the USS Pennsylvania. A twin of super-dreadnought invented during the first great war.

But, why do the female ship captains have to be nicknamed after their ships?

Ship-Girl!

…

You can't be serious, Admiral…

"That said, Commander."

"Yes, Ma'am…?" I suddenly feel so uncertain…

"Arizona isn't the most up to the idea of letting people board her ship. I was actually surprised to hear an unfamiliar voice come from the other end of the radio and to be honest, I would not have agreed to cooperate if it was not Arizona who confirmed the order."

She states the matter of fact. Captain Pennsylvania smirked lightly, yet I couldn't help but feel a scene of nervousness walling up in me…

"Penn honey, take it easy~!"

"Shut up, Jack."

Thank you for trying, Lieutenant…

"Anyway, that bet the question: What had you done to get a free boarding ticket? You hadn't done anything unbecoming of a gentleman to my dear twin little sister, had you…?"

The smirk on the edge of her seems to become more devilish, as the Captain glares dagger at me…!

"Oooh! Damn, buddy commander. You must got the move~! We get along well I'm sure."

Why, Lieutenant!?!?!?

"WHAT!?!?!? NO! I mean, I would never! It was just the moment of the emergency, so I -"

"Achoo!"

[~God Bless America!~]

I'm thrown back into the present, as my sneezing interrupts my thoughts. And a strange coincidence for the television to sing the song at the same moment.

"Ugh, I guess it should be obvious," I mutter to myself, thinking about who could likely have mentioned me, and not in a good light…

Luckily, I decided to buy medicine on the way back and take one in advance. I let myself collapse on the bed, turning off the TV and staring at the ceiling, letting the automated fan cool me a little…

There are many thoughts flowing through my head at the moment, namely the responsibility that has been placed on me…

"It's no use complaining now…"

I sigh a lungful of breath and begin to gather my belongings, readying for my previously canceled transporting trip.

Today is finally the day.

We turn our attention back to the Admiral who begins as he settles back into his seat. It's time for business, I sense.

"As you already know, the attack on this station didn't go unnoticed by the US government, they immediately attempted to resolve the matter with the Japanese government several hours after the reports came. Apparently, the Japanese Emperor demonstrated that he did not order the attack, nor was he aware of any such issue until the news came crashing into his window. The Emperor is a samurai of his word, or so they say."

We stood and listened attentively with our hands clasped behind our backs . Despite the seriousness of the situation, the Lieutenant appeared relaxed as he leaned against the doorframe, but he seemed to be absorbing the information well enough.

"The Japanese government will attempt to solve the matter themselves. Sincerely please the US to hold their horses before we decide to drop a bomb on them."

I stop myself from swallowing the nervous saliva forming in my throat. The thought of invading Japan with heavy weaponry does not sit well with me even if it's a joke…

"The Emperor had shared the information that there had been active terrorist attacks on the local area, primarily aiming at the Japanese armed forces and threatening the Emperor's safety. They have been known to have access to military-grade weaponry. I give it a shot that these terrorists probably a branch themselves, and over half of their Navy had cut contact with the mainland, followed by a portion of automated weapons being stolen from their factory, which we happened to shoot down not too long ago."

That had been the news, live broadcasting over all the globe channels. The information was publicly handed to the US agent on the Emperor's order, hoping to ameliorate the tension rising in the US civilians upon the news of the attack.

To have another Japanese strike on this very harbor for the second time, with a casualty count of over two hundred personnel on duty, like adding salt to old wounds, it was without asking why half of the civilians of the United States cried for blood…

Among the list of the dead, I recognize some of the names…

The fingers of my hand clench into a fist behind my back. Despite the resentful feeling raised in my veins, I refuse to give myself to the unreasonable anger and focus on the task awaiting ahead…

"Yeah, like how much do people going to believe that sh*t? You're telling me a simple Japanese terrorist group had full access to military-grade weaponry, going around blowing sh*t up with TSF, battleships, and crap ton of Skynet-rip-off weapons without catching the attention of the world until some old fashion samurai dude says there was? How is that even physically possible? Sh*t like this doesn't go unseen by the news and internet."

1st Ltd. Jackson makes his comment known with his colorful language indicating the depth of his skepticism. Despite his language, there's an undercurrent of seriousness in his tone that makes clear he finds the situation hard to believe.

"If they want it so much, IF they are as honorable as they said they were, go ahead and declare a war already, we settle things the old-fashioned way."

His expression makes a sudden shift to one of that of a serious determination. a stark contrast to the relaxed demeanor I had previously observed in him, He stands tall and straight with his arms crossed, boring his eyes into the Admiral with a clear and focused gaze. It's as if he is ready to take on whatever challenge is necessary…

"Calm yourself, Lieutenant. Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We can't be certain of this just yet, and without the higher-up's order, we are not allowed to take action."

Being the reasonable person here, Miss Pennsylvania throws back at his rash comment.

"Oh, come on, Penn, you know how these craps work. They hit us, we pay them back ten times worse, that's all the reason we need in this go-to-hell world. Sooner or later, they're going to order a Black Ops, if not an outright engagement."

He replies harshly, yet it rings true to the current status of the world governments…

"And I prefer it to be later, Jack, I'm being serious. Let's not do anything stupid and wait for what we were ordered to do."

Captain Pennsylvania kept fit with her voice, despite the conflict between their personalities, I can tell that she at least cared for the well-being of her fellow officers. Perhaps they really are friends after all…

As for myself, I also can't help but feel a sense of conflict with my own take on the event and information presented. It is clear that the document to the US sounds beyond suspicious that they didn't even try to hide it…

And yet, even at such depositions, the way the Emperor had speech over the broadcast channels did not show any form of fakeness…

You may be asking why I might seem so fond of the foreign nation of Japan, despite they are likely to become our enemy, but that is because -

"Alright, settle down, lady and gentleman. And Lieutenant, let it be known that we are all frustrated by the event, and trust me, I am more than willing to show them who're the gangsters of this sea. But as Pennsylvania said, we will stay our hands. For now anyway."

The Admiral had stated his statement.

"Geez, fine. You're the boss here, old man. Sorry about that, fellow."

The lieutenant shifts back to his usual relaxed manner and once again leans back against the doorframe.

"Well, it doesn't matter now, we just have to wait and see where this goes. For now, Commander Parker."

"Sir!" I straighten my stand in attention at the Admiral's address.

"Once again, apologies for the denial of your transportation, but you have the green light to go now. In addition to this, Captain Pennsylvania."

"Sir!" Miss Pennsylvania also straightens her stand, almost perfect for a military personnel. She stands at attention, her hands firmly clasped behind her and her eyes fixed on the Admiral.

The Admiral's aged eyes fixed on her green irises. A subtle hint of concern mixed with admiration was clearly visible on his grizzled features.

"You may or may not already bear witness to the commander's ability to lead, that says, I would like you to give this young man a chance to prove himself as Azure Lane station's new commander. I would like you to not only be his adviser in leading the station but also the strength of the station's fleet, with your experience as the lead ship, I believe it is without question that you will help lead the commander's fleet to further foreseeable victory. Would this be acceptable?"

The Admiral's question hung heavy in the air. Miss Pennsylvania's posture softened slightly, her gaze drifting away from the Admiral's for a moment. Her mind clearly racing at the unexpected offer.

"Yes Sir! Your faith will not be misplaced, Admiral." She answers with a shaped salutation, her tone showing the perfect balance between respect and the determination to fulfill the duty being placed on her.

"Thank you, Captain, I believe I made the right choice." The corners of the Admiral's lips curled into a smile.

Admiral Anderson once again turned his gaze to me.

"That being said, Commander, I hope you will soon find a homely feeling in your new station. This decision was already approved by the International Navy Administrators, namely Britain's Royal Navy. They are eager to see where your potential lies on the horizon, so be brave and fight on, Commander. Victory is yours to decide."

"Yes Sir!"

I straightened my form and gave the best salutation I could perform. It wasn't often that I felt nervous, but this was one of those times.

It felt as though I was being thrust into a position far beyond my practice, but I did not have the time for self-doubt. I will now be the commander of an International naval station, and I have been chosen for a reason. My resolve must be solidified, and I am determined to not only prove my worth but to surpass the expectations set upon me. The Admiral's words echoed in my mind, and I vowed to lead the station and its fleet to victory.

Finally, today is the day!

"What about me?"

"You're fired, Jackson. plain and simple. Maybe the commander here has some use for you, so patch up your Eagles and get on the Long Island."

The admiral says as he points at me, should I be worried about my salary then…?

"Aw, geez, and here I thought you'd be getting lonely, old man Admiral. Oh well, an Eagle flies where it wishes to fly. We'll meet again soon Sir."

The First Lieutenant, for the first time since he came to this office, actually salutes the Admiral properly.

"I'll be happier if you don't come back and ask for the paycheck."

Admiral Anderson made a throwback as he poured the glasses. I couldn't resist the urge to smile a bit at their exchange, despite their seemingly regular match of "lighthearted" back and forth, I could see that the two men shared a mutual respect and trust for each other that bypassed the rank of their uniforms.

We followed the Admiral's lead and raised our glasses in unison, waiting for him. For a brief moment, there was only the sound of the ocean and the clinking of the glassware.

"To the waving sea awaiting the soul of the brave at the horizon. Always Faithful, Always Brave, Always Courageous, Semper Fortis!"

""" Semper Fortis!!! """

The edge of our glasses rings in union so does our voice echo with equal enthusiasm.

And as we drank, the Admiral's words hung heavily in the air, as if they were a blessing or a curse, waiting to be fulfilled.

We lowered our glasses upon the last drop of the warm amber liquid, eyeing the Admiral with a mixture of awe and determination. I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on us, but I also felt the fire within me and the others, as if the Admiral's toast had ignited something within our hearts, something that pushed and encouraged us to fight the greater fight awaiting us at the horizon.

The silence fell again, but this time it was a different kind of silence. An anticipation hung in the air as if we were all waiting for the next big moment in our lives.

I let my eyes wander over the two men and women whom I would have the honour to call my comrades. I know I will never forget this day, the day we all stood before the Hero of the Pacific Ocean and came under one banner…

And now, here I am.

I adjusted the collar stand and tightened the tie. But not before making sure that I had my locket under the collar of my shirt, when that finished, I threw the jacket over my shoulders and grabbed the cap.

My suitcase is in my hand. I check my wristwatch and the needles are pointing at three and fifteen.

It is time to go. To Azure Lane, we sail!

[US Naval Station, Pearl Harbor. 03:20 PM]

"I see, so only a couple of us will be returning. Must say I expected better."

The paler of the two women says, her voice betraying a hint of disappointment.

"Same, some are still needed here and others are out where. Perhaps to assist the US main fleet in dealing with the alien lifeform. Tennessee and Nevada send you their regrets."

The blonde and tan-skinned woman nods, her face showing a mix of understanding and determination, as they continue walking down the post, their hands swinging easily at their sides.

"I see, I'll reply with a Godspeed later. So in conclusion, we have,"

The pale woman in the blue uniform begins, but her companion finishes her sentence for her, her voice filled with determination and pride as she notes the information down on the Flipboard she's carrying.

"The two Mahan sisters, Long Island, us of the Brooklyn sisters, and you and your sister, as always, the lead ship Pennsylvania sisters."

"A fairly balanced formation, thank you, Lyn."

"No problem, Penn. We got your back!"

The two lead sisters of their classes, Brooklyn and Pennsylvania, smile at each other's company and continue with their steps on the way. Filled with a sense of excitement and purpose.

They are going home, to the waving sea ahead!

"Oh. And by the way, Penn."

"Hmm?"

She stops in her footsteps and turns to Brooklyn, only to see her smiling at her weirdly…

"I heard our new commander will be abroad with a Pennsylvania-class ship for his transportation."

"Oh? I heard not of such an arrangement from the admiral. I thought he'd be on the drive along with the TSF squadron on Long Island."

But her confidentiality was shot down dramatically by the smile of the tan-skin woman…

"No~! I heard differently however, they will definitely board a Pennsylvania battleship, or more precisely…"

Big sis Brooklyn trail off, but it was enough for Penn to -

"WHAT!?!?!?"

get the grid of it.

Meanwhile.

*Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!*

The heavy footsteps hit the ground with a repeating thudding sound, echoing throughout the post like a mini-earthquake.

"Steady, steady, a bit to the left!"

The technician teams below can be seen assisting the pilots in stabilizing the machines to their positions and safely locking them in place.

The sound of metallic joints and gears creaking and straining as the suits move, creates a steady, rhythmic beat of metallic parts moving against each other. The deep, low-toned roar emitted from the suits' engines, was a constant reminder of their tremendous power.

"And stop! Ok, keep it still!"

The beeping and sound of notifications can be heard through the cockpits, accompanied by the crackling of the radios as the pilots either confirm the status of their machines or simply chatter on the open channel.

"Confirming Chief, all equipment and TSF units have boarded the ship. We'll give them a check and call it a day."

"Alright, I'm doing my check here as well. Just make sure you locked those robots right, the last thing I need right now is Anderson asking us how the f*ck did he lose one of the mechs by someone 'accidentally' dropping it to the ocean while transporting it on a carrier like last year."

The Chief replied through his headset with a lighthearted yet serious tone.

"Hey come on, Chief Andy, it's not our fault that the ships weren't designed to hold giant robots back then. It's an AIRCRAFT carrier, not a TSF carrier."

"groans… Just do your job right and our salaries will be safe."

He leaned back against one of the units, took a gulp of his can of energy drink, and sighed a breath.

Say the TSF unit is coloured in blue, the model number can be seen emblemized on its right shoulder, F-15E, as well as the other shoulder, signifying the icon latter J of the squadron it's currently part of with the position of number 10th.

*hiss!*

The cockpit seal unlocks as the pilot steps out and makes his way by the hook.

Without looking, almost like an impressive 6th sense, he catches a can of energy drink thrown at him by the Chief Technician.

"Thanks, Andy. You don't have to buy me a drink any time we interact." The young pilot says as he pops open the can and takes a light sip. The cherry blossom color of his hair danced with the cold wind of the ocean.

"Nah, it's just a little something I did on my account. And kids like you are going to need a little booster if you wish to survive on that island where you'll be going."

Chief Andy replies with a small grin as he hands the younger pilot a towel to wipe off the sweat.

"You've been to Azure Lane Island before? What's it like there?"

They sit by the toe of the blue machine, letting the shadow of its extensive size shield them from the heat of the day. Listen to the sounds lapping of the waves against the carrier and the distant clanks of the other units being loaded onto the ship.

"I worked there for half a year or so. A very likely and liveable place, although its inhabitants can be a bit strange for most people."

"How so?"

"Hmmm... I can't really tell, but they like ANYTHING that relates to warships and the sea, and you also don't have to worry about sharks since even a Megalodon will be too scared to approach the place, I mean, how the f*ck did a little girl that looked can't be older than my grandkid get eaten by one and survive by blowing it to bite inside out with a 16-inch ship cannon?"

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…

"Huh…???" This time, the robot pilot comically looks confused at the chief's words.

"That's the natural newcomer reaction. But yeah, the females there are so bizarre they might as well be the Navy version of magical girls."

The chief light-hearted speaks while grinning as he finishes the drink and Bullseye tosses the can to the trash bin.

"I see… Well, maybe they're just professional sailors? And to be able to kill sharks easily, that's a good thing, right? It means that they are strong enough to defend themselves against any kind of threat, regardless of gender."

The rose-haired pilot says openly as his gaze turns to the direction where they will soon set sail, letting the cold breeze of the ocean tickle his skin as he takes in a deep breath, savoring the salty air.

"Uh-huh. You're a very open-minded kid, are you? You'll make some friends there, I'm sure."

Chief Andy says kindly to the younger boy, his words accompanied by the equally kind elderly smile.

"Thanks, Andy. That means a lot to me."

The young man, 2nd Ltd. Justin Rodger, shares a smile of gratitude with the elderly technician.

"That said, most of the key inhabitants of the island station are made up mostly of female personnel."

Andy says, sparking the young man curious.

"Why's that? They're not sexist or racist, are they?"

"No, at least not that I knew of, but they called SHIPGIRL for obvious reasons, and when they are called Shipgirl, you can't actually expect there to be any Shipboy!"

He states the obvious…

"I… see. Why didn't I think about that?"

…

"Wait… Ship-Girl?"

The younger man tests the strange word out of his tongue…

"Yeah, as odd as these magical girls are, most of them are easy to get along with and some can be a bit of an airhead, but don't let that fool you - they're serious business. They take their job seriously, and they'll have your back if you ever find yourself in trouble. And with an open head like yours, you'll find a comrade in them sooner than eating a cake, kid."

He listens constantly to the chief technician who speaks on behalf of the people he has yet to meet waiting for him and anyone who will be sailing there to the waving blue path awaiting them.

"Another thing however, most of these girls are cute."

Andy continues, but this time he looks at say the pink-haired kid with half-open gazes, and the corner of his lips curls up to a smirk…

"Huh? That's… good to know." says the pink-haired kid couldn't help but find some weirdness in that smirk…

"Oh. Come on! you're young, not bad to look at, talented, and have a heart. Won't be a surprise if you end up having a girl or more simply by just being yourself! Hahaha!"

"What…!?"

The older man laughs heartily at his junior shocked expression.

"Uhm… Well, I definitely didn't think about it for a while now. About having a girlfriend soon…"

His face reddened with a faint twinge of embarrassment, being off guard by the chief's words, causing his shoulders to stiffen slightly, much to his senior amusement.

"Well, think about it now! Back in my time, we old school were free to party, free to rock and roll, and love! You're still young, so you should be just as wild and free, enjoy yourself with all the little things this screwed-up world still has to offer."

Chief Andy gives the young 2nd Ltd. a strong pat on the back.

"hmmm… I see, I'd give it some thought and try to enjoy life then."

"Haha! That's the spirit of youth. I could think of a few shipgirls that would look your age."

Also meanwhile.

His hands grip fitly on the switches of his cockpit, maneuvering as the orange machine touches down the landing deck of the carrier on its feet and tones down the thruster units. The one golden wing insignia center with the letter and number J-1 can be seen symbolized on the right shoulder plate.

His hand relaxingly shifts the grip, turning the camera in the direction he wants it to, making it look as though the orange machine has some humanity in it, reflecting the personality of the pilot inside its steel cockpit…

And the director it was looking at was one significant battleship, with the hull number BB-38.

He presses the buttons and zooms in to get a closer look at the ship or more precisely…

"There you are, baby…" he mutters quietly, as the corner of his lips curls up a small smile.

Always being the perfect woman, not only is she quite a looker, but also strong-willed…

Her dark brown hair flowed with the cold wind of the ocean, almost as if the waving sea were calling for her…

"...!"

His eyes widen in dumbfounded as she sharply whips around and shoots him, and his robot, an icy dagger-sharp stare with those vibrant green eyes, burning a hole through his cockpit like butter. She abruptly turns on her heel and strides away, making a bee-line to her ship's bridge, slamming the metal door behind her. Away from him…

And his robot…

"Oh come on…" he sighs a breath defeatedly and slumps back to the cockpit seat. Now the moment is gone, talk about a shootdown…

"Not the best way to approach apparently, I didn't think you're the type to stalk women."

The voice crackled through the cockpit communication system, followed by the sound of engines humming as another unit with standard-issue color schemes landed beside his own. Carries the ensign No. J-2 on its shoulder.

"You might as well just go ahead and say something already, captain."

His machine swiveled its camera towards its brother as he replied,

"Yeah, but you know, it's kinda hard at the moment. Phh! Scratch that, it's nearly the whole damn two months now. we are going way back to where it all started, weren't exactly on the best terms. I can't recall a time where I didn't end up pissing her off somehow."

1st Ltd. Ryan Jackson, defeatedly says as he kicks back at his seat, attempting to relax as if nothing could bother him.

"Maybe you just don't make it look like you are serious enough. Buying flowers or some chocolates and asking her out directly might help for an apology."

The African 1st Ltd. Orson McCall advises through the communication module while steadily motioning his machine to its position to be locked for transport.

"The basics of all dating measures in the book? Does that even work? She doesn't look like a flower person if anything, she looks like she's about to blow me sky-high with that 16-inch cannon of hers."

Jackson replies as he follows his second-in-command example and sets his unit in position as well.

"What did you do to piss her off again?" McCall asks as he tones down the system.

"Uhm… Yeah, I think I MIGHT have paid a little too much attention to some bursts or bahookies the last time I was on the island…"

"You mean Azure Lane Island?"

"Yeah, and I mean, come on! Some of her friends' sizes are simply ridiculous that no matter where you try to turn, there's just something very big over there that makes the corner of your eyes beg to look at. It should be a natural reaction for men..."

Jackson justifies his sin while swapping off the switches.

"Oh? Is that so? That I have to see for myself. It sounds like a place this squadron of ten men would like to visit." McCall finished turning off his unit and opened the cockpit seal.

"Oh, trust me, big guy. They won't want to leave, and knowing half of these morons, they are SO going to enjoy the VIEWs there…" Jackson's cockpit also opens up as he burns a cigarette to congratulate himself…

Lastly, Meanwhile…

A portion of his wooden brown hair was hidden under his officer cap, the amber color of his eyes twinkling with determination and confidence. The young man in uniform carries himself with a sense of pride and honor as he walks down to the destination in mind with his suitcase in hand.

He allows himself to breathe in the salty smell of the sea, hearing the sound of the waves crashing against the dock becoming clearer and closer with each step taken.

He allowed his eyes to wander over the enthusiastic dock, taking in the busy sight of personnel and sailors working tirelessly to ensure the equipment was all in top condition. Repair and maintain the United States ships, ready to be en route on the waving sea at any given note.

He wanted to ask something but stopped as that something was already in his sight, and making his way towards the target.

His hand gripped upon the staircase rail, yet yet to take a step on it. Instead, he gazes once again wandering left and right, wishfully yet finds nothing but the empty space. With the only sound of the waving sea accompanying him from this faint of loneliness…

…

"What am I worried about? She must be on the -"

"Commander…?"

"…!?"

…

Whatever words of comfort he was saying to himself were left dyed in the throat as he whipped his sight to the voice, belonging to the one person he wished to see…

In this very same post, yet without the sound of the fires or the screaming of the siren…

"Commander? Are you alright?"

He was once again brought back to the present by the sound of her voice, as he stook himself from the daydreaming state.

"Uh- Ahem! AHEM!"

He attempted to clean the nervousness in his throat, perhaps a little too hard however…

"Uh- Yes, I've been doing well recently, Madam. Although it's a bit cold today I believe, so I decided to have some antidote in my pocket just in case."

"I see, that's good to hear then, commander…"

She replies, seemingly no better than him as the pounding in her chest can be heard racing louder in her ear, accompanied by a harmless faint ache of the heart…

"And you, Captain Arizona? Have you been well? Why is your face becoming so red…?"

She heard him asking.

"Uh- Yes sir. I'm alright as well… I am just surprised to find you here, commander."

She replies and tries to suppress her emotions, yet no matter how much she tries, she can't stop feeling the heat of the blood rushing to her face, causing her expression to all but turn into a rosy color from the flushing…

"What could have brought you here, commander? How may I be of help…?" She tries to avoid direct eye contact yet to no avail…

"Oh. Well, the Admiral has assigned me here for my transportation to Azure Lane base. Here is the form, Madam…"

She took the paper from him and scanned it. Deep down, he can't get off the feeling that the Admiral must have done this on purpose, to set him off on Arizona's ship.

He never knew the older man had this side of him…

"I see. Then by all means, please come onboard, commander." She smiles and hands the form back to him.

"Thank you, Captain Arizona. But first…"

She is taken aback and blushes lightly again as he steps to a side and makes a gesture to -

"Lady first, please. This is your ship after all."

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…

…

Oh my goodness. How can he be such a perfect gentleman!?

She's screaming in her head, nearly falling head over foot. How can she never know there can be such a well-mannered and handsome gentleman in this base?

Yes, she admits it! She had been thinking about him recently for the past few days, the talented, handsome, well-mannered, commander…

"Captain Arizona?"

"Huh? Oh yes. Thank you kindly, commander. You are very kind, sir…"

Like him, she was brought back to the present by his voice.

She quickly collected her senses and did not let his kind gestures seem unresponsive, and stepped towards the staircase -

"Ah!"

"Watch out!"

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…

…

"Are you alright, Captain Arizona…?"

In her rashness, she had not watched her step and nearly fell over the steel staircase…

But instead, she has fallen…

in his arms…

"Yes… Thank you, commander."

Fortunately, they are a bit always from the crowdedness of the port. Otherwise, with the way they are now, with her back leaning against him and his arms wrapped surrounding her protectively, they could have been easily mistaken for lovers by the walking-by personnel…

"I'm so sorry, commander. I must have been more tired than I thought…"

She wants to chastise herself for becoming so clumsy, this isn't how she's supposed to be! She's a USS battleship, not a lovesick human girl!

"Are you sure you'll be alright, Captain Arizona? Would you like me to help you to your ship?"

"No, thank you, commander. But I can manage."

"I insist, Madam. At least hold onto my arm."

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…

Eventually, she gives up the resistance and allows her hands to rest on his arm. Securing her steps as he walked her over the stairs to her ship and began making their way to the bridge.

"Thank you, commander… Steven."

She twists her gaze slightly to the side, linking her aquatic-green visions to his bronze ones.

"Not a problem, Captain."

They share a smile and walk together each step of the way across the vessel sharing her name. Many challenges await them over the crimson horizon, but together, they will share this burden and face them together…

Now then, the clock had ticked. With their supplies packed, their gears are maintained and oiled, burning on full heat as their gigantic motor shifts and runs with powerful humming, bringing life to the titans of the sea and sailing away!

The wind picked up and blew, flowing through the threads of his hair and making the cherry blossom color of them dance to the unsung rhythm of the ocean breeze.

Resting himself against the cold surfaces of his blue machine, his armor. And watching as the ship began to make it a distance between them and the post.

Although it's a bit far now, he can still see the fading figure of the chief technician and his team sending waves to the sailing fleet from the lively post of the historical harbor.

He too, returned the waving, hoping they would be able to see it from this far away. One day, he would return, and when he did, perhaps Andy could share with him the knowledge of the past long-passed technology.

And to ensure that happens, he must survive, both to himself and his old friends, so that the elderly man wouldn't have to relive the hopeless shadow of his past.

He will not become another faceless victim in his machine…

"Huh?"

Suddenly, almost as if the wind had noticed him, he whipped his scanning glaze to the bridge of the Long Island. With his incredible sense kicking in, sensing as if someone was watching him…

"Oi, Pinky! What are you doing out there? Hurry up and take your lunchbox or there'll be no eating dinner!"

One of the pilots, he supposed they were his squadmates now, reminded him with a grin.

"Got it, I'm coming!"

He once again felt glad, feeling good that there were still people he could bring himself to be in the comradery of a team again. One with hidden potential, and…

To his instructor's belief, the ability to accept, they will accept him, to look beyond his past and failure…

He will not fail again, he will not abandon them again, and he will prevail! That will be his resolve to fly even higher, his reason to fight for justice and the key to his questions!

…

Although he still can't shake off the feeling that someone is really watching him, or stalking him in this case…

This ship is weird, it is really a ghost ship like the Lieutenant said after all…?

…

"Ohmygosh… did he see me…?"

Well, he wasn't wrong, there really was a "ghost" stalking him, as she hid under the Long Island's bridge. Away from his scanning eyes as if he gonna shoot some Americanizing eye-laser at her…

…

But how could a "ghost" be this cute…?

…

"Commander, we are gaining distance from Pearl Harbor and Captain Pennsylvania has arranged the formation of our fleet. We are waiting for further orders, sir."

"Nothing for now, just relax and continue to pass at a steady speed. We would be there by the dawn of the new day, right?"

Empty bridges filled with their voice, with the ticking and beeping of the control systems adjusting up and down, yet they are the only two existing persons on this vacant vessel.

"Yes, please take some rest in the ship resting room, commander. I… will prepare us some dinner later."

"Aye, but I can't let you do all the work, captain. Let me know if you need a pair of hands."

She allowed and asked him to take his seat in the captain's chair in the center of the bridge while she settled herself by the system and managing the ship.

"You are too kind, thank you, commander -"

[You have Email!]

Do battleships even have Email addresses…?

"What is it, Captain Arizona?"

"Oh, it's a message from the Admiral, Commander! Would you like me to read it for you?"

"Yes, please. What did he say?"

"First of all, his blessing to you; May our Lady of the Sea watch over you and guide you through the storm and the calm. May her hand rest gently on your shoulder, protecting you on your journey.

Godspeed to you, Commander Steven Parker. Always Courageous, Semper Fortis."

She finished reading the blessing and smiled at him, which in turn also made him happy as his lips curled upward.

"I see, thank you, Arizona. Please send him and those of Pearl Harbor my best wishes as well and that we will meet again soon."

"Understood. But there's more, sir. He includes;

Due to the attention needed for the base's construction, I have yet to inform you of another crucial situation: The USS Laffey has gone missing during this entire time and we have yet to receive any new contact from her. She was supposed to return to Azure Lane Island on the 18th of May as scheduled, but the station hasn't confirmed her return…"

Her voice trailed off, he could feel the hints of concern as she continued reading the messages.

"Not only that, but she also holds on her hull a special package that needs to be delivered to the international station, a prototype experimental TSF called; White Glitch. That said, I would like you to quickly attempt to resolve the matter as soon as you can upon settling into your duty at the new base. Confirm the whereabouts of the USS Laffey and the prototype.

End of message, commander."

She finished reading the correspondence and turned to look at him with worriedness twisting in her eyes.

"I see. Please send the Admiral my affirmation, we'll begin our search for the missing Laffey and the White Glitch as soon as we can."

She nodded and began texting the reply along with his best wishes…

"What's wrong? Are you worried about Laffey and her crew?"

He asks concernedly and gets up from the seat to join her side.

"Uh… Yes, she may be an experienced Destroyer, but she's still just one ship… and a young one like that…"

Her saddened gaze fell to the keyboard of the control, fingers twisting and turning, playing with each other implying her concerns and uncertainties…

"I see… We find her and the prototype. I promise…"

He gives her his word and rests a hand on her shoulder assuring… yet unsure of what more to say.

Yet, to her, it was more than enough of an assumption…

"Commander… let's continue on, there will be many duties that require your attention once we arrive at the island station, but please know that I…

We will support you with anything we have."

She says with a mild-fade tone and gently, lending the transmitter in his hand, as if to unspokenly tell him to say the word, the word of a leader…

Determination and excitement flash in his sights. Feeling the enthusiasm swine its way to the edge of his lips as he brought the microphone closer.

"All ships, full speed ahead!"

"To Azure Lane Island, we SAIL!"

…

[Imperial Japanese TSF Carrier. 06:00 PM.]

"Come on, we're gonna be late for dinner! Hayaku, hayaku~!"

"Uh- Slow down… it's still only six p.m."

Yet, it is of no avail as the rose-haired cat-like girl continues to enthusiastically and excitingly haul him by the wrist as they proceed down the passageway towards the mass hall.

After a few more turns and running, they finally slowed down and stopped before the closing machinery door…

He swings away the few plunges of sweat formed on his forehead, setting aside the stray thread of his golden hair from blanking his sight.

"Naomi-san…?"

He set his gaze on her as she finally released his arm and faced the door with her hands behind her back.

"Kai-chan…"

She makes a twist and turns to share a glimpse with him in the eye, linking her amethyst irises to his sky-piercing one…

Then, the automated slide opens, as if to magically welcome them.

Without saying a word, she then took hold of his hand and gently led him inside, passing through…

Then…

"""Hajimemashou!!!"""

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…

His eyes widened at the sight before him, taken aback as the combined of their voices hit him like a rush of wind…

"Well? Don't just stand there, hurry up and join us so everyone can eat!"

…

Slowly, the edge of his lips started to bend slightly…

He is the master of his emotions…

But this time… he will let it slip.

Slowly, and slowly…

Until it blooms to become a smile…

"Wakarimashita, Taicho."

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次の回につづく...

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Author: I just wanted to say that I am not dead yet. I was a little busy with many things and this chapter was unexpectedly longer than I ever thought I would write myself.

On another note, I also decided to make some changes to the characters' ranks now that I've done a bit more research on the military ranking system like you have to be at least a 2nd Ltd. Before you can pilot something, right?

Justin is a 2nd Ltd. and Jackson is 1st Ltd.

Well, thank you for taking your time and reading, I hope you enjoy!