The base Horizon buzzed with activity as Enterprise raced through the busy corridors. Her steps were swift and determined, her eyes fixed on the looming meeting with Richelieu. She wasn't one to run behind schedule, and every ticking second felt like a speed boost, pushing her forward to the meeting that she was late for. Surrounded by a vibrant burst of life, Enterprise ran through the garden. Tall trees with their branches gently swaying in the breeze formed a natural canopy overhead. The cobblestone pathway beneath her feet guided her swiftly toward her destination. The garden's serene beauty contrasted sharply with Enterprise's race against time, highlighting the wonders that can be found even in the most hurried moments. Butterflies flit from flower to flower, their wings a blur of intricate patterns, adding a touch of whimsy to her frantic pace.
Arriving at the designated meeting room, the imposing figure of Richelieu stood by the window. Striking and elegant. That is how Enterprise would describe Richelieu. Her radiant pink eyes, captivating and filled with determination, now looked straight into her own. The room itself exuded grandeur, with polished wooden floors and ornate decorations. Richelieu's stern expression softened slightly. Turning to face Enterprise she showed a slight hint of irritation on her face. Enterprise offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for my delay," Enterprise said, her voice carrying remorse. "I got caught up in an unexpected situation." Richelieu's deep pink eyes bore into Enterprise's with a firm intensity that bordered on impatience. "Time is often a precious commodity in our line of work," she replied, her French accent adding an air of grace to her words. "But I'll grant you leniency this time." A wave of relief washed over Enterprise. She nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Richelieu. I can assure you this won't happen again." As the tension in the room started to dissipate. With Enterprise's apology accepted. The meeting now underway, they shifted focus to the reason for the gathering. Richelieu cleared her throat, her expression now more composed. "It's time we discussed our plans regarding Iron Blood." Enterprise nodded in agreement. "Yes, we need to gather as much information as possible. And for that, we'll need Prinz Eugen's insights." As they delved into their strategies, Richelieu's gaze wandered to the doorway, and she sighed faintly. "I hoped to involve Prince of Wales in this discussion, but it seems she's currently on an errand." Enterprise furrowed her brows in thought. "That's unfortunate. But there is still no guarantee that Wales would collaborate." This was a matter that would require careful consideration and planning. The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of King George V. She entered the room with a graceful bearing, her attire impeccably pristine. "Good to see you both," King George V said as she took a seat at the table. Her presence exuded an air of authority. Enterprise and Richelieu returned her greeting, and Richelieu inquired, "You left earlier. Was there something urgent?" King George V gave a brief, apologetic nod. "I left because it appeared Enterprise was not joining the meeting. I was concerned that my busy schedule might be delayed, I'm really sorry. " "No, don´t apologize. It's not your fault. I should have set an alarm." Enterprise said, not realizing she played herself. Richelieu raised an eyebrow and remarked, "Oh, so this was the unexpected situation that caused your delay?" Enterprise, now aware she screwed up, gently lifted her head up and down. A slight smile playing on her lips, Richelieu exclaimed "Darling, you could have just said that, I don't bite." They shared a small, knowing laugh, lightening the situation. Richelieu looked at King George V, "Did you inform your sister, Prince of Wales, about our plan?" King George V hesitated for a moment, "I haven't had the chance to speak with her." Richelieu raised an eyebrow. "Did something happen between you two?" Asked Enterprise. King George V hesitated "I've not seen my sister recently. She's been occupied with her duties and doesn't confide in me as much as she used to." Enterprise looked more attentively at George, her instincts tingling. "Is that so?" King George V nodded, her tone playful. "Yes, I'm afraid she's become quite independent." Lightening the mood once again, they chuckled, though Enterprise and Richelieu couldn't help but view George as an overly protective older sister. After that, their discussion continued. Enterprise interjected resolutely. "I'll make contact with Prince of Wales. She and Prinz Eugen have a unique connection. It's possible that she could help us establish contact." Richelieu nodded in agreement. "That seems like a sensible approach. We need to act swiftly and adjust accordingly." As they made plans for the next steps, King George V's communication device emitted a soft chime. She glanced at the message that had just arrived. The meeting eventually came to a close. Richelieu, Enterprise, and King George V gathered their belongings and left. King George V gracefully excused herself, her destination unknown to the others. She walked through the corridors of the base, her expression unreadable. Once she was certain she was alone, she discreetly activated her communicator, her voice low and hushed.
Enterprise walked back to her quarters. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of the meeting and the plan that was set in motion. However, as she entered the beautiful garden, a sudden realization struck her like a lightning bolt. She left Belfast alone in her apartment without as much as saying goodbye. A pang of guilt washed over her, she turned to leave immediately. But just as she reached the gate, Richelieu's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Enterprise, I'd like to accompany you!" Richelieu voiced her opinion to Enterprise. Now looking utterly flabbergasted, Enterprise tried to find the reason behind her actions. The notion of Richelieu wanting to meet Belfast left her puzzled. She couldn't fathom the reason behind Richelieu´s sudden decision to meet HER best friend. Did they know each other? Does she want to introduce herself? Her voice tinged with confusion, fearing the worst she answered right away "Of course you can, but why do you want to see Belfast? Is there something I should know?" However, Richelieu wore an enigmatic smile as she clarified, "Ah, you misunderstand. We discussed contacting Wales earlier, remember? I thought it would be an excellent opportunity to catch up with you as well." Enterprise's bewilderment transformed into a relieved smile. Now that the mix-up has been cleared. Enterprise tried to brush off her embarrassment. "Of course, I remember. Thank you, Richelieu. Let's go see Wales together now." Changing her plans right on the spot. Enterprise and Richelieu started to move in the direction of Prince of Wales´s lodgings. "Hey, Enterprise," Richelieu started, a playful grin forming. "I noticed how eager you were to see Belfast earlier. What's the story between you two? It's gotta be something pretty special if you're ditching work to rush to her, right?" Enterprise´s attempt to mask the meaning behind the misunderstanding did not go as unnoticed as Enterprises thought. Face now red as tomato she tried to reply. Though no words came out of her mouth. Richelieu now fully laughing while looking at the walking tomato beside her. After calming down, Enterprise's expression softened, a fond smile crossing her lips. "Belfast and I have been through a lot together. She's more than just a comrade, she's a dear friend. We've shared countless battles, laughter, and quiet moments. I suppose you could say she's a kindred spirit." "It's always heartwarming to have someone like that by your side, but that does not answer my question. What is between you two? " Richelieu tried prying some more. Not having enough of Tomatoprise yet. Hoping for someone to save her from this interrogation, Enterprise scanned her surroundings. Her sharp eyes spotted HMS Prince of Wales in the distance. She let out a sigh of relief. Nudging Richelieu, with a subtle head movement in Prince of Wales's direction, she whispered "There's Prince of Wales. " Enterprise moved to intercept. Richelieu pouted. "Saved by the bell." Approaching Prince of Wales with a composed demeanor. They initiated a conversation. "Prince of Wales, a moment of your time, if you please." Richelieu said, her voice bringing in an air of importance. "Of course, Richelieu. What brings you two to me?" Choosing her words carefully Richelieu started explaining. "We have a proposition, one that could help with the upcoming mission in the north." Prince of Wales's gaze remained steady, though her curiosity was evident. "Go on." Richelieu continued, "We understand that Prinz Eugen has a unique connection with you/ "NO" The feeling of being cut off even before she could finish her sentence was something the noble leader of Iris Orthodoxy was not used to. "But with your cooperation, we could work together to gain insights into Iron Blood's hidden/." "NO. I will not spy on Eugen. We agreed to not meddle in each other´s faction problems. And I´m not willing to destroy our relationship just for some in the end needless information." Enterprise chimed in. "I understand you worry Wales, but It's a matter of great significance. You surely know that Iron Blood is not going to participate in this upcoming mission. We are just curious as to why." "What? But there are Iron Blood shipgirls designated in the task groups." "They are, but Friedrich refused to assign any of the more powerful vessels for the task. She said it was because her forces were scattered and overworked. Me, Richelieu, and George just want to know more about the Iron Blood situation." Prince of Wales took a moment to contemplate the proposal. The secrets Eugen harbored were her own, but the prospect of uncovering Iron Blood's concealed truths intrigued her. "Just go ask her. Don´t mix me up in your agenda." Enterprise and Richelieu exchanged glances, silently urging Prince of Wales to reconsider. Enterprise spoke first, her tone persuasive yet respectful. "Wales, we understand your concern. But uncovering Iron Blood's secrets could greatly benefit our cause. Prinz Eugen's knowledge might hold vital information." Prince of Wales furrowed her brows in contemplation, weighing the potential risks against the possible gains. Internally, she debated the ramifications of getting involved. "Prinz Eugen is loyal to Iron Blood, but what harm could come from a discreet conversation?" she pondered, wrestling with her decision. Finally, after a moment of thoughtful consideration, Prince of Wales relented. "Very well. I'll assist in acquiring the information, but this endeavor must remain discreet." Richelieu nodded in agreement. "Discretion is of the utmost importance. We will work together to ensure that this remains a secret between us." "Before I aid in this, I have a condition," Prince of Wales interjected, her expression serious yet contemplative. "In exchange for my cooperation, I require information. Specifically, I want to know more about your recent encounter with the Sirens. Every new data you managed to obtain." Enterprise nodded, recognizing the fair exchange. "Understood. We'll share what information we can. Our interactions with the Sirens have been evolving, and we've gathered some intel." Richelieu chimed in, reassuring Prince of Wales. "Rest assured, we'll provide you with what we can. Your contribution will be appreciated." The sun, now hiding behind the horizon, left the duty for the moon. Leaving the confines of the garden the trio slowly moved further from the base. The moonlight cast a soft glow upon the surroundings, creating an atmosphere of secrecy. Under the cover of darkness, they spoke in hushed tones, their voices a mere whisper against the backdrop of the tranquil night. "We appreciate your willingness to help." Enterprise began, her eyes reflecting the weight of the situation. Prince of Wales nodded with a resolute expression. "I have my reasons for seeking answers as well. Eugen's actions have raised questions that need to be addressed." Richelieu added, her voice low and earnest, "Our mission is to uncover the truth, but we must tread cautiously. The web of secrets is intricate, and we must avoid drawing attention to our efforts." Prince of Wales gazed at them intently and asked, "What do you both know about Prinz Eugen and the situation within Iron Blood?" Enterprise slowly started to divulge the information they obtained. "We've noticed that Iron Blood's forces seem to be stretched thin and their ship-girls overworked. It's a concerning sight." "I've heard whispers among the shipgirls from Iron Blood. Tales of vessels in dire need of repair and ship-girls pushed beyond their limits. The same thing that Friedrich said at the meeting yesterday. " Added Richelieu. "There's something amiss here. " All heads turned to Prince of Wales. "What do you mean?" "Think about it, what if those rumors are false? What if there's a calculated deception at play?" A dead silence could be heard, their heartbeat rising Enterprise finally connected the dots. "I get it!" Now armed with the knowledge she finished Prince of Wales's thought. "If Iron blood forces are overworked and strained. It doesn't align with the actions and status of Prinz Eugen, who continues to display remarkable strength, laziness, and even boredom." Richelieu nodded, her brows furrowing in thought. "It's as if there's a disconnect between what we see and what's truly happening. Prinz Eugen's abilities have always been extraordinary, but even she has her limits, maybe she is on a forced leave?" Prince of Wales gazed at them intently. "Eugen is a proud vessel, but she wouldn't stand idly by while her comrades suffer." Ever so perceptive and sharp-witted Wales added. "The rumors about the state of Iron Blood where have you heard them?" "From Royal Navy shipgirls stationed at the other bases." Answered Richelieu. "It's possible that Iron Blood is using these rumors as a smokescreen to divert our attention." "Prinz Eugen may be playing a role, knowingly or unknowingly." Enterprise joining into the conversation. "It´s possible that Prinz Eugen is complicit in this deception, acting as a puppet to divert our attention to her irregular behavior while masking the real plan?" "If that is the case we may be dealing with a well-crafted ruse." Their discussion took a somber turn as they considered the complexities of the situation. The trio continued to discuss. A plan to uncover Iron Blood's secrets slowly starting to take shape. At last, they arrived at a daring strategy. The upcoming gala provided an excellent cover they couldn't afford to miss. "We need to gather information from Prinz Eugen without raising suspicions. We can't confront her directly, but we can use the gala to our advantage." Enterprise nodded, her thoughts aligning with the plan. "We'll equip Prince of Wales with a hidden microphone. She'll engage Prinz Eugen in conversation, trying to extract information without alerting her." Prince of Wales, understanding the significance of her role, agreed to the plan. "I'll do my best to pry something from her, but don't expect miracles. We must proceed with caution to ensure we aren't discovered." "The gala will be attended by ship-girls from various factions, offering the perfect cover for our operation. We'll set up a discreet listening post in an adjacent room where we can monitor the conversation." Richelieu outlined the plan, her voice low and conspiratorial. Enterprise voiced a concern that had been gnawing at her. "But what if Prinz Eugen doesn't attend the gala? What if she remains out of reach?" Prince of Wales, somehow proud to announce, responded with confidence. "I can assure you that she will attend. We've made arrangements to go together."
As Enterprise left the meeting with Richelieu and Prince of Wales, the thoughts of their upcoming operation filled her mind. She walked through the dimly lit corridors of the base, her footsteps echoing in the calm silence of the night. When she arrived at her apartment, a waft of a delicious aroma greeted her. The scent of a meticulously prepared meal hung in the air, wrapping her senses in a warm embrace. Intrigued and surprised, Enterprise stepped further into the room, her eyes widening as she found Belfast standing near a beautifully set dining table. She had prepared a sumptuous meal, and it was evident that she was determined to wait for Enterprise to return, no matter how late the hour. "Belfast," Enterprise exclaimed, her heart touched by the gesture. "You've done all of this for me?" Belfast smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with kindness. "Of course, my dear Enterprise. I thought you might need a comforting meal after a long and tiring day."
Their conversation, which had started with mundane topics, gradually shifted into deeper, more personal territory. With each passing moment, Enterprise and Belfast's connection grew more intimate. As they cleared the remnants of their meal, their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. The room seemed to shrink as the distance between their bodies closed. Enterprise reached out, gently taking Belfast's hand. Their fingers interlocked, and the air in the room filled with a charged tension. They spoke not in words but in the shared language of emotions, their friendship evolving into something profound, something they couldn't ignore any longer. The world outside faded away as they leaned closer, their lips finally meeting in a soft, tender kiss. In this intimate moment, they discovered a connection that had been there all along, waiting to be acknowledged.
BEEEP, BEEEP, BEEEP Enterprise's alarm clock jolted her awake with its insistent and annoying ringing. She blinked, the sharp rays of morning sunlight hitting her eyelids, forcing her to close her eyes one more time. Her heart raced with a sense of disorientation washing over her. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized with a heavy sigh that the intimate moment she had shared with Belfast was nothing but a dream, a bittersweet illusion that had held her captive in the realm of sleep. With a sense of longing and a faint blush on her cheeks. Knowing that the day ahead would be filled with its own challenges and adventures, Enterprise rose from her bed. She was gazing back at Belfast, who still slumbered peacefully in the bed they had shared. A sense of contentment washed over her as she watched her friend sleep. Knowing that she had immediate tasks and duties to tend to, she prepared to leave carefully so, as to not wake up her sleeping companion. With a gentle smile, Enterprise decided to not disturb Belfast's rest any longer. Tucking the blanket around Belfast, she quietly left the room, the memory of her dream still fresh in her mind. She ventured out into the quiet morning, carrying with her the warmth of the emotions she had experienced in her dream and the unspoken desires that lingered in the depths of her heart.
Enterprise made her way to the gala's preparation area, where ship girls from various factions were busy with the final arrangements. The grand event was tonight, and there was much to be done. As she arrived, she encountered Richelieu, who was overseeing some of the preparations. With a warm smile, Enterprise greeted her. "Good morning, Richelieu. It seems you are more of a morning bird than me." Richelieu chuckled softly, her regal demeanor momentarily washed away. "Ah, I see. Well, we all have our preferred times, don't we? " Referencing Enterprise´s late arrival yesterday. Enterprise nodded sheepishly. With her morning tasks completed, Enterprise made her way to a room where she was asked to meet Akashi. Enterprise found Akashi amidst the bustling crowd, her unmistakable cat-like ears twitching with excitement as she supervised the arrangements. As Enterprise approached, Akashi greeted her with a mischievous grin. "Ah, Enterprise! Just in time! We're making the final preparations for the gala. We've got to ensure that everything goes smoothly, nya!" Akashi exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable. Enterprise nodded in agreement. The gala was a rare opportunity for shipgirls to come together, strengthen their friendship, and build relationships that would last a lifetime. Working together, discussing details of the preparations, Enterprise couldn't help but think about the dream she had experienced. Determined to focus on the task at hand, but the memory did not allow it, reminding her of the uncharted waters she was navigating. Sadly, both in the real world and in her heart. The sun had reached its zenith. Enterprise still drowning in the unexplored feelings, and glitter thanks to USS San Diego, slowly returned to her apartment. She entered the dorm quietly and moved through the corridors. Entering her massive apartment further into the hallway, she was met with an unexpected sight. The soft sound of running water reached her ears. The gentle rush and patter of water droplets hinted at someone taking a shower. Enterprise paused for a moment, considering the possibility that she was in someone else´s apartment. She checked around. With the large floor-to-ceiling glass window in the living room, Enterprise's apartment exuded a sense of spaciousness and modernity. At the center of the living room stood a fireplace, an elegant focal point that added a touch of warmth to the contemporary design. A sleek and comfortable grey couch adorned the area. This was definitely her apartment. Everyone was quite adamant about The commander of the base having the most luxurious lodgings. The living room seamlessly flowed into the connected kitchen, boasting modern appliances and a minimalist design. The open layout allowed for easy movement and conversation between the spaces. Curious yet cautious, she quietly approached the bathroom door, uncertain of the occupant within. She debated whether to knock or announce herself, hesitating before making any sudden movements. Enterprise decided to quietly open the door. The sight made her freeze for a moment. Now, with her cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, she quietly closed the door. Not expecting to find her friend in such an intimate situation, she moved back to the living room. In the hushed stillness of the room, Enterprise had to make a decision. She could either wait for Belfast to finish or discreetly leave to give her privacy. The encounter was entirely unplanned. Enterprise hesitated. How could she have forgotten that Belfast was staying with her? For a moment she froze, her mind fighting with the situation. She quietly retreated, stepping outside the door to wait. After a few minutes had passed, Enterprise, feeling a little awkward about her sudden arrival, cautiously entered her apartment again, this time announcing herself loudly, " I'm back, Is that you in the shower Belfast? " "Yeah, It´s me. Don't worry I will be out in a few minutes." Replied Belfast from behind the nearly closed doors of the bathroom. As she quickly dried herself off. She wrapped a single towel around her. Stepping into the living room, she immediately noticed the blushing Enterprise sitting on the sofa looking out of the massive floor-to-ceiling window. As Belfast was standing there, wearing only a towel around her, she slowly moved to Enterprise. She wrapped arms around her, pulling her closer. She felt Enterprise´s warmth radiating through the thin fabric of the towel." I heard you checking me out in the shower earlier. I wondered if you enjoyed the view" Enterprise didn't say anything, unable to find her voice due to her sudden bout of nervousness. This wasn't like her - she usually had complete control over every situation, but somehow Belfast had always managed to throw her off balance. "I… I ..I was…" Not finding any words to reply with she managed to mutter silent sorry. As Belfast began to giggle uncontrollably, Enterprise became even more flustered and tried to hide her face. But Belfast just couldn't stop herself from laughing as she watched this poor woman try so desperately to keep her composure. Finally, after several minutes of hysterical laughter, Belfast managed to regain her composure enough to apologize profusely to Enterprise. She explained that she didn't mean to make fun of her or humiliate her, but that something about the situation had struck her as incredibly funny. Belfast eventually forgave Enterprise and they went on their separate ways, each preparing for their "date".
Belfast and Enterprise started to get ready for the gala ball. The air buzzed with excitement, and the rooms were filled with a sense of anticipation.
Stepping out of a spacious living room within the confines of Enterprise's sleek apartment, Belfast breathed in the lingering scent of lavender that danced in the air. Now standing in the room where she has been living for the past 3 days.
The room, a symphony of modernity and elegance, unveiled itself in front of me, a canvas waiting to be adorned. The ambiance was sophisticated, every corner exuding a refined charm. The space blended modern elegance with comfort: polished hardwood met a plush dove-gray rug, ivory walls, chic furnishings, a massive hardwood queen-sized bed, and much more. "This apartment must cost a pretty penny." The sheer elegance and modernity in every corner hinted at a hefty price tag. It was like stepping into a world of luxury and sophistication. "Living the high life, huh." I stopped myself for a second. "It's not like I'm living bad," I reflected while smoothing down the gown that I chose for the ball, "but truth be told, it's not mine. It's the Queen's luxury, her grandeur that I merely serve. I wonder sometimes, what would it be like if it were truly mine. What if I could call this level of opulence my own? To wake up in a place like this and know it's mine, not just the magnificence I tend to as a Royal Maid." A gentle whisper amidst the allure of the lavish surroundings ignited a flicker of curiosity about a life that could be solely her. "Stop it," I scolded myself internally, shaking off the wistful thoughts. "This life, serving the Queen, it's what I've chosen and what I'm good at." I straightened my posture, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I am content as a Royal Maid," I affirmed quietly, the richness of gratitude welling within me. "It may not be my personal luxury, but the fulfillment I find in serving Her Majesty outweighs any material grandeur." "Enterprise," I teased myself, "you're corrupting my simple maid's heart with your fancy digs and posh lifestyle." I glanced at the dress laid out on the soft bedding. A vibrant sky-blue robe partnered with a sleek black main part dress—I couldn't help but appreciate its simple yet striking look.
The blend of colors is like the meeting point of an evening sky and a deep night. It was flashy and quite daring, to say the least. The main part covering her slender body being only held by a few dark blue colored laces was appealing in more ways than artistic. Her silky white skin showed while her legs were softly enveloped in light blue half stockings. Her long hair cascaded down her back in waves, framing her beautiful face perfectly. But perhaps the most enticing thing about her attire was how it accentuated her curves without revealing too much. The dress clung tightly to her body, emphasizing every curve and contour.
Enterprise meticulously prepared for the gala, her movements deliberate and efficient. She carefully put on a gown that she selected. The dress expressed elegance—a creation in deep midnight black with delicate gold accents. An ensemble that spoke volumes about its owners' achievements. The dress itself was a masterpiece, made from luxuriously smooth fabric that flowed effortlessly around her figure. However, it was the large cutout in the center of the dress that truly set it apart. Stretching from just above her cleavage down to her belly button. The opening revealed a generous amount of skin, including a gorgeously toned stomach and a pair of well-endowed curvaceous breasts. Putting on a black and white cape finished her regal look and preparations for the gala. Now all that was left was to pick up her escort. "Now the real battle starts." She mumbled under her breath.
Stepping out of their respective rooms, Enterprise and Belfast coincidentally crossed paths in the corridor, both adorned in their splendid gala attire. It was the first time they had seen each other's dresses. Enterprise's eyes widened in awe as she caught sight of Belfast's stunning gown, its intricate yet daring design shimmering under the gentle light. "Belfast, you look stunning. That dress suits you perfectly," she complimented with a genuine smile. Belfast returned the compliment, her gaze sweeping over Enterprise's attire. "Thank you, Enterprise. Your dress is truly elegant, highlighting your grace and poise. Yet I thought you would choose something less revealing." she remarked. "I opted for something that combines elegance with a touch of allure." Belfast nodded approvingly. "Indeed, it suits you remarkably well." "You know," Enterprise continued with a playful twinkle in her eye, "I´m not the only one donning a slightly revealing ensemble tonight. Seems like subtlety isn't the theme for Royal Navy." Her tone carried a hint of amusement. With a subtle but purposeful movement, she closed the distance between Belfast and herself, leaning in closer. In a hushed tone, barely audible over the ambient sounds from the apartment building, she whispered into Belfast's ear, "You know, I quite like it though." Belfast felt a gentle warmth rise to her cheeks at Enterprise's words. A soft smile played on her lips as she wordlessly took Enterprise's hand. With a nod, Belfast signaled her readiness, and together, hand in hand, they gracefully made their way towards the grand hall where the gala awaited. The grand doors of the gala hall stood tall and ornate, inviting the shipgirls to step into a world of celebration. Enterprise and Belfast approached, their steps synchronized as they made their entrance into the magnificent venue. Passing past the doors, the gala unfolded before them. The hall was adorned with dazzling decorations, the soft glow of chandeliers illuminated the surroundings. Ship-girls from various factions danced, talking, and bonding, all over the hall. Their elegant attire adds to the splendor of the event. Enterprise and Belfast's presence didn't go unnoticed as they made their way down the staircase. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the esteemed Commander USS Enterprise, escorted by the distinguished HMS Belfast!" San Diego's voice resonated through the hall, commanding attention as she announced with an air of old-fashioned regality. The announcement echoed through the grand hall. Heads turned toward the entrance, the room hushing in reverence for the arrival of these esteemed figures. With a graceful nod to those around them, Enterprise gently parted ways from Belfast, signaling the start of the official initiation of the gala. A poised smile adorned her features as she made her way towards the heart of the event. As the esteemed Commander reached the center of the grand hall, a hushed anticipation fell over the attendees. In a clear, melodic voice that effortlessly filled the space, Enterprise initiated the gala. "Ship-girls, honored guests, and esteemed colleagues, I welcome you all to this magnificent gathering. Even in times like these, we can appreciate moments of joy and enjoy our lives." Enterprise raised her glass, inviting others to join in the toast. "Without further ado, let the festivities begin," Enterprise announced with a radiant smile. With her words carrying across the hall, the music started and everyone cheered. The gala buzzed with vibrant energy as ship girls converged in the dazzling venue. They danced and ran across the polished marble floors, their elegant gowns catching the light in a cascade of colors and styles. Amidst the lively chatter and clinking of glasses, groups of ship girls engaged in interesting discussions. Some swapped tales of daring missions against the Sirens, their excitement rising as they recounted thrilling adventures. Others indulged in playful banter, teasing each other about past encounters or sharing anecdotes from their respective factions. A couple of shipgirls engaged in a flirtatious exchange, their playful banter drawing curious glances from nearby guests. One ship girl, with an enchanting smile, leaned in slightly closer to her companion, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You clean up quite well," she teased, her voice carrying a playful tone. Her companion, with a smirk, responded in kind, "Well, you don't look too bad yourself." Their conversation dripped with subtle innuendos and playful remarks, the air between them charged with a flirty energy, captivating the attention of those nearby as they continued their tantalizing repartee. Nearby, a cluster of shipgirls admired each other's outfits, exchanging compliments and tips on the latest fashion trends. On the dance floor, some ship girls showcased their moves, swaying to the modern beats spun by the DJ. USS Portland.
Enjoying a quiet conversation while savoring a delicate, amber-hued drink Enterprise and Belfast did not stop laughing. Enterprise's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You should have seen their faces," she chuckled with a playful grin on her lips. "The look of astonishment when that happened was priceless." Belfast, equally engaged in the conversation, leaned in closer, her laughter blending with Enterprise's. "Oh, I can only imagine," she replied, a twinkle in her eye. "The gala certainly has its surprises, doesn't it?" "Isn't it a shame," Enterprise mused, a faint tinge of regret in her tone, "that not everyone could join us tonight?" "Duty calls, after all." Replied Belfast. A hint of admiration could be heard in Enterprise´s voice as she continued, "But I must say, I'm grateful for the dedication of our volunteers. Despite the allure of this evening, they've chosen to stand guard at the base, ensuring its safety. Their commitment is commendable." Her words held a note of appreciation for those, who despite the allure of the gala, had prioritized the security of their base and their duties. It was a testament to their unwavering dedication, a sentiment Enterprise held in high regard. Enterprise and Belfast continued to enjoy each other's company, but Enterprise's attention was momentarily drawn by the sight of Prinz Eugen entering the gala. The target of tonight´s mission has arrived. From the corner of her eye, she observed the determined stride of the newcomer heading straight toward the bar. "I apologize, I have to leave for a second," Enterprise said politely, excusing herself from the conversation she was engaged in. With a graceful nod, Belfast allowed her precious partner to leave, but not without teasing her a little. Belfast's voice, tinged with playful flirtation, chimed in as Enterprise moved away, "Make sure not to keep me waiting for too long, darling." Her tone held a subtle hint of mischief.
Enterprise swiftly made her way to the control room designated for their covert operation. Richelieu was already present. As Enterprise entered, she exchanged a nod with Richelieu. „Prinz Eugen has arrived and headed to the bar," Enterprise reported, "I'll keep an eye on her movements through the monitors." We'll coordinate from here. Let's ensure we gather the information we need without arousing suspicion." Added Richelieu. "Where's Prince of Wales?" Enterprise inquired, scanning the monitors displaying various sections of the gala. „She should have been here by now." "Let's give her a moment longer before we proceed." Richelieu nodded in agreement. "Perhaps she's caught up in a conversation. We can't rush into this without her. The plan relies on her involvement." Enterprise glanced back at the screens, her brow furrowing with worry. Every passing moment felt like a ticking clock, the mission's success hinged on the information they managed to get from Eugen. Prince of Wales finally entered the control room, with a mix of urgency and regret as she approached the trio in the control room. "I apologize for my tardiness. I got held up in an unexpected conversation." Enterprise acknowledged Wales´s apology, her expression full of relief. "It's alright, Wales. We were worried something might have happened to you," she replied, her tone firm yet understanding. "But we need to proceed as planned. Time is of the essence. Let's get back on track," Richelieu urged.
With the delay resolved, Prinz of Wales swiftly readied herself for the clandestine task. She discreetly concealed the compact audio-transmitting device within her attire. The mission's objective is to gather information about Iron Blood, their situation in the war against Sirens, and defensive actions against Northern Parliament. The compact spy device captures and relays audio to the control room. With it, Enterprise, Richelieu, and King George V can hear everything that Prinz Eugen says to Wales and act accordingly. As Prince of Wales made her way back into the bustling gala, the tension in the control room heightened. Each step she took reverberated. Enterprise's gaze remained fixed on the monitor that tracked Prince of Wales's movements. "Keep us informed." she reminded her discreet operative, the tone of her voice conveying both determination and caution. Wales nodded in acknowledgment. She seamlessly merged back into the gala's tapestry, her steps purposeful as she navigated through the glittering crowd. The mission had begun, and the fate of crucial secrets lay in the success of their covert endeavor.
Prince of Wales gracefully approached the bar, where Prinz Eugen sat, a tinge of urgency evident in her strides. She offered a small, apologetic smile as she slid onto the stool beside her compatriot. "Apologies for my late arrival." Prinz Eugen glanced at her, an eyebrow raised in mild surprise. "Not like you to be tardy," she remarked, a hint of amusement dancing in her tone. "What held you back? Were you perhaps delayed by daydreams of me?" Eugen´s laughter carried a hint of frivolity, a lightheartedness that seemed to come more effortlessly than usual. A glance at her glass revealed its emptiness. Wales realized immediately she had more than just a couple of sips. The alcohol had already begun to weave its charm. A faint smile lingered on Prince of Wales's lips as she replied, "Unexpected conversation. It took longer than I anticipated." She kept her response vague. Prinz Eugen nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation. "Ah, the unforeseen interruptions," she replied, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Well, glad you made it. Let's make the most of the evening, shall we? My Princess?"
Wales and Eugen found themselves in enjoyable conversation. Their laughter mixed with the ambient buzz of the room, punctuated by flirtatious exchanges between the two of them. Glasses clinked as they indulged in drinks. The number of empty glasses piling beside Eugen, as the bartending ship-girl could not match her speed. Moments of shared secrets and playful jests showcased a unique love between them. Meanwhile, in the control room, Enterprise and Richelieu glanced at each other, their attention diverted momentarily from their tasks. Richelieu's expression remained neutral, though her eyes held a flicker of concern as she observed the duo's increasingly more flirtatious interactions. Richelieu stole a look at Enterprise, a subtle smile on her lips as she admired Enterprise's elegant attire. "You look stunning tonight, Enterprise," she remarked, her voice holding genuine admiration. Enterprise returned the compliment with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Richelieu. You look exquisite tonight as well." The two shipgirls, despite the gravity of their mission, found a moment to appreciate each other's beauty. Richelieu, with a playful glint in her eyes, couldn't resist teasing Enterprise about her attire. "Your dress is stunning and elegant," she began, a mischievous smile forming on her lips, "though I must say, it's a tad more revealing than your usual style. Could it be that you're aiming to charm a certain someone tonight?"
Richelieu, with a playful glint in her eyes, couldn't resist teasing Enterprise about her attire. " Enterprise chuckled softly, her demeanor remaining composed despite the playful jab. "Oh, you caught that, did you?" she replied with a knowing smile, a subtle hint of amusement in her voice. "Perhaps I wanted to add a touch of allure to the festivities. A little mystery never hurt anyone, after all." Richelieu's playful tone continued as she quipped, "I half-expected you to be bashful and retreat into sulking." She teased with a wink, "Have you finally gathered the courage to express your affection to Belfast?" Richelieu couldn't suppress her satisfaction as she watched the playful banter unfold between Enterprise and herself. "Ah," she mused internally, "this is the Tomateprise I've been waiting to witness." The term 'Tomatoprise,' a playful nickname she'd coined by blending 'Enterprise' with the French word for tomato ('tomate'), hinted at the massive blush that occasionally adorned Enterprise's cheeks. It was moments like these, filled with playful exchanges and gentle jests, where Richelieu found the delightful atmosphere she found so amusing. Enterprise chuckled softly, her demeanor and appearance shifting slowly back to normal despite Richelieu's jests. "Well," she replied with a hint of amusement, "some things are better left as mysteries, don't you think?"
As the banter between Enterprise and Richelieu continued, their lighthearted camaraderie was momentarily interrupted by the arrival of King George V into the command room. However, the arrival of their friend didn't dampen the pleasant atmosphere; instead, it added a new dynamic to the interaction. Enterprise greeted George warmly, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "Alright, ladies," King George V began, her voice carrying an air of authority tempered with warmth, "it's time for us to rotate. We'll be changing places in one-hour intervals to avoid arousing any suspicion just as we planned." Enterprise and Richelieu nodded in agreement. It was of utmost importance to maintain a low profile during their surveillance. "Understood," Enterprise acknowledged, her tone reflecting both compliance and readiness. "Alright, who's up for a break?" King George V announced, casting a glance around the room. Her gaze settled on Enterprise, a playful twinkle in her eye. "I do believe Belfast was asking where you went. In her own roundabout way." Enterprise blushed at the mention of Belfast's indirect inquiry. "Who knew Belfast could be so mischievous?" King George V remarked with a smirk. "Have you seen her dress? Perhaps she's concocting some elaborate scheme to lure you away from your duties." Enterprise, playing along with the banter. "Oh, I'm sure she's just looking for someone to share a cup of tea with," she replied, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. "But I'll take the bait this time. I can't resist a good mystery, even if it's just over a cuppa." The playful exchange lightened the mood as they prepared for the shift change. In just three days, what started as acquaintances passing in the corridors had evolved into a steadfast bond. The trio—Enterprise, Richelieu, and King George V—had transformed from relative strangers to trusted allies, forged by shared missions, lighthearted banter, and mutual understanding.
Their friendship had blossomed amidst their collective duties and occasional breaks, conversations now filled with inside jokes and playful teasing. As Enterprise exited the control room, the vibrant ambiance of the gala enveloped her once more. Amidst the guests, she spotted her partner for tonight. Now a few cups in, Belfast was engaged in playful conversation with fellow shipgirls. Making her way over, Enterprise was met with Belfast's playful tease. "Ah, there you are," Belfast chided gently, a sudden glint in her eye. "Leaving a fine lady waiting, were you?" Enterprise smiled at the playful accusation. "My apologies, dear Belfast," she replied, matching her tone. Enterprise's return sparked a fresh wave of playful banter between them. "You know," Belfast continued with a sly grin, "I was starting to think you'd rather monitor the waters than be with me." "How could I resist the charm of your company?" Replied Enterprise. Belfast couldn't resist teasing Enterprise once more. "My, my, quite confident tonight, aren't we?" she remarked with a teasing smile. Now Belfast´s tone taking on a flirtatious hint. Slowly leaning closer to Enterprise. "How about we sneak away for a little while?" She suggested now with a playful glimmer in her eye. Enterprise raised an eyebrow, a coy smile forming on her lips. "Are you proposing an escape, Belfast?" she replied, matching her tone. Belfast's voice lowered to a whisper as she leaned even closer. "Do you know of any place nearby where we can steal a moment alone?" Enterprise's expression softened at Belfast's request, sensing that this was her moment to confess. "There's a quiet spot I like just outside," she replied in a hushed tone, understanding the unspoken sentiment behind Belfast's inquiry. As the evening air embraced them, Enterprise and Belfast slipped away from the bustling gala, their hands entwined, drawing each other closer. Side by side, they navigated through the quiet corridors of the garden, seeking solace in each other's presence.
Belfast and Enterprise ascended the familiar hill that overlooked the base, bathed in the serene glow of the moonlight. The gentle breeze carried a hint of sea salt, and the expanse below them sprawled in a panoramic view. Base Horizon appeared serene from this vantage point. "Quite the sight, isn't it?" Belfast remarked softly, her voice carrying a sense of wonder as she gazed upon the twinkling lights that spread across the base. Her eyes shone like sapphires under the moonlight. Enterprise nodded in agreement, the moon casting a silvery hue upon her features. "It's always calming up here. A moment of peace from the chaos below" The duo found solace in the silence, interrupted only by the faint rustle of leaves and the distant sound of the ocean waves. They stood side by side, taking in the breathtaking view. Enterprise let go of Belfast´s hand. Now in front of Belfast stood not the Grey Ghost, the Big E, The commander of the base, just a small unimportant shipgirl named Enterprise.
"Belfast," with a shaking voice laced with vulnerability, she started to talk, "there's something I've been wanting to say." Hearth racing, the gravity of the moment settling around like a cocoon. "In the time we've spent together, I've discovered a warmth, a comfort, and an unspoken connection, unlike anything I've known before. You've brought all these amazing things to my life. You showed me that even I have a place in this world." Her gaze locked onto Belfast's. "The truth is... I've grown to care for you deeply,… more than just a comrade or friend. " Her voice softened, resonating with raw honesty. " I love the way you carry yourself, your unwavering strength, and your unwavering kindness…. And." She took a small pause "I've found myself falling for you" Enterprise's heart raced, her confession a symphony of sincerity, vulnerability, and the courage to reveal her true feelings resonated in quiet night reaching Belfast's ears.
In the control room, King George V stood, her gaze fixed on the myriad of screens displaying the ongoing events at the gala. Richelieu sat on a chair right beside her, listening to the ongoing conversation between Prinz Eugen and Prince of Wales. "Any updates on the situation?" King George V inquired. "Nothing substantial as of yet. However, we've established the necessary surveillance to listen in." King George V, her expression unreadable, remained silent, her eyes glued to the screens as she processed the unfolding events. King George V finally sat beside Richelieu on another chair. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, casting a sideways glance toward Richelieu. "It feels rather... peculiar," her voice hushed but tinged with a note of concern. "Listening in on my sisters' most intimate conversations." Richelieu nodded in agreement, her expression reflecting a mix of understanding and unease. "Indeed, it does," she replied softly. "It's a strange predicament, being privy to such personal moments." "Their feelings are genuine," King George V continued, her tone weighted with a sense of respect for her sisters´ emotions. "But at the same time, it feels almost like an intrusion, doesn't it?" "It's a delicate balance." Richelieu acknowledged, her gaze fixed on the monitors, betraying a hint of discomfort. "We want to ensure their safety, but at what cost? Their privacy and intimacy shouldn't be compromised." King George V's frustration simmered as she continued, her tone edged with a touch of anger. "No, I meant the love between shipgirls from different factions. Iron Blood is the one that initiated the whole faction war. Do they deserve to find love, live in peace, and face no repercussions?" Richelieu, though understanding, gently countered while referencing her own faction´s history, "Not all of them desired the war. There are nuances within every faction, and some may have been caught in the currents of conflict against their own wishes." "It's a tangled web." King George V admitted with a heavy sigh, her frustration tempered by a flicker of empathy. "Their affections shouldn't be dismissed, but can we trust them completely, knowing the history?" Richelieu nodded in agreement, acknowledging the complexity of the situation. "We must tread cautiously, understanding that not all individuals within a faction share the same sentiments. Trust must be earned, regardless of the past."
In the dimly lit ambiance of the bar, Prinz Eugen and Prince of Wales found themselves in interesting conversation. The air was thick with an undercurrent of tension, both tangible and enigmatic. Prince of Wales, her gaze fixed on Prinz Eugen, ventured cautiously, "Is there something you're not telling me?" She inquired, her tone gentle yet probing. "Perhaps you found someone else?" Prinz Eugen's gaze faltered for a moment, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. "It's not that," Eugen exclaimed, her voice tinged with hesitation. "There's just... complexity." Prince of Wales nodded understandingly, sensing the inner turmoil in Prinz Eugen's response. "Complexity?" she echoed softly, prompting Prinz Eugen, but with no answer. "About Iron Blood, perhaps?" Prinz Eugen hesitated at first, a second of uncertainty crossing her features. The weight of unspoken secrets seemed to burden her. "Wales, you know that I can't talk about it," she began, her tone filled with regret. "There are secrets and loyalties that bind me, ones that I cannot betray." Her gaze shifted, grappling with the weight of secrets she carried. Prince of Wales observed Prinz Eugen, sensing the weight of her worlds. "Eugen, there's something more, isn't there? Something concealed, perhaps even perilous? Because the Eugen I know would not be scared of anyone" Prinz Eugen's eyes darted away momentarily, a shadow passing over her features, hinting at hidden dangers she couldn't divulge. "There are things I've seen... things I've known…" she murmured cryptically. Her voice tinged with a solemn gravity. "I wish I could tell you, Wales," Prinz Eugen continued, a flicker of desperation in her eyes. "But the darkness that looms, it's beyond what I can reveal. It's for your safety, for all of our safety." "Eugen," she began gently, her voice filled with earnest concern. "I understand the gravity of your silence, but I can't stand seeing you burdened like this." Eugen met her gaze, torn between her loyalty and the trust she held for Prince of Wales. The weight of unspoken truths seemed to press upon her shoulders. "There is a darkness that looms around one of the main factions. Something is brewing in the shadows of Iron Blood too." In a hushed tone, Prinz Eugen leaned closer to Prince of Wales, her voice fraught with unease. "I intercepted a cryptic transmission over the advanced radio," she confessed, her eyes darting around cautiously. "It was a warning... about a looming coup within one of the main factions." Prince of Wales tensed, the gravity of Eugen's revelation sinking in. "Which faction?" she pressed gently, her voice barely above a whisper, sensing the imminent danger lurking within the shadows of their world. "I... I don't know," Prinz Eugen admitted with a shiver, her expression haunted by the uncertainty. "The message was fragmented, masked in codes, and it vanished as swiftly as it appeared. But I fear... I fear that they know I intercepted it. I fear for my, no, for our safety." Her words hung heavy in the air, the ominousness of the situation enveloping them both. Prinz Eugen's apprehension was palpable, a sense of impending peril casting a shadow over her, as if the shadows themselves were whispering of a threat to her existence. Eugen's cryptic disclosure left more questions than answers, leaving Prince of Wales grappling with a web of secrecy and uncertainty. The enigmatic details hinted at a darkness veiled beneath the surface, a sinister scheme veiled in shadows and obscurity. Prince of Wales leaned in, her expression a blend of concern and urgency. "Have you informed anyone within the Iron Blood faction about this transmission?" Prinz Eugen shook her head, a shadow of worry darkening her features. "No one," she replied with a tremor in her voice. "I've kept it entirely to myself, for fear of further endangering anyone." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, the weight of her recent past settling heavily on her shoulders. "Since intercepting that message, my highest verification has been without reason rebuked. Any attempt to delve deeper into the matter has been thwarted. I was supposed to be abruptly relocated to a remote, desolate Iron Blood outpost without explanation." A sense of foreboding loomed over the conversation, the sinister implications of Prinz Eugen's forced isolation hinting at the dangers lurking within the Iron Blood faction. The mysterious and deliberate suppression of her efforts sent a chill down Wales´s spines. Prinz Eugen's voice lowered, fraught with the weight of desperation and uncertainty. "I've exhausted every connection, every favor I had to secure my relocation," she admitted, her tone carrying the echoes of her relentless efforts. "It took all my influence to be moved to Base Horizon." She glanced around cautiously as if the very walls could harbor unseen threats. "But even here, I feel watched," she whispered, her eyes betraying a deep-rooted fear. "Every step I take, every word I utter... I sense their scrutiny." Prince of Wales observed Prinz Eugen, her thoughts wandering back to the stark contrast of the past. Memories flickered in her mind, recalling a time when Eugen had been a formidable force – fearless, resilient, a woman who could effortlessly maintain her composure and even tease despite the gravest of situations. Now, witnessing Eugen shiver with fear and apprehension, a twinge of sorrow pierced through Prince of Wales. Yet, amidst her anxiety, Eugen maintained a facade of strength, concealing her turmoil for the sake of those around her. In recent days, Eugen wore a facade of strength, attempting to lift the spirits of others and, in a way, masking her apprehensions. She strived to maintain a semblance of normalcy, a selfless act that hadn't gone unnoticed by Prince of Wales.
Richelieu's composure faltered as Prinz Eugen's ominous experiences reached the control room. She swiftly reached for her communication device intent on contacting Enterprise. Her fingers trembled slightly as she dialed Enterprise's frequency. Ring after ring, the anticipation grew, but there was no answer from Enterprise. Anxiety surged within Richelieu. "Enterprise, respond, please," she muttered urgently, her voice tense with worry. Yet, the static silence persisted, an unnerving void in the otherwise bustling control room. As the seconds stretched into a disquieting silence, King George V exchanged an apprehensive glance with Richelieu. With air reaching suffocating levels, King George V reached for her communication device, mirroring Richelieu's efforts. The dial tone echoed briefly before fading into the same unnerving silence. King George V's expression darkened, a flicker of concern crossing her features. "We cannot afford to delay. We must consider our next course of action." King George V finally remarked. They were at a pivotal juncture, with crucial information in their grasp but lacking the means to relay or act upon it. "We cannot wait, in 2 hours first task group is supposed to depart from Sakura empire lands, if we do not contact the mainland before that, we may not be able to stop the operation anymore," Richelieu responded, her voice laced with urgency. "We need to decide how to handle this information, with or without Enterprise's input. "Which faction has displayed the most internal turmoil in recent months?" "If Iron Blood is the one with the looming coup, the disparity in their forces' conditions makes sense," King George V mused, her voice tinged with concern. "It would explain the oddities we've observed too." Richelieu nodded in agreement. "The fragmented state of Iron Blood's forces has been perplexing. If there's indeed an upheaval within their ranks, it might elucidate these inconsistencies." "The question now is how to handle this delicately," King George V remarked, her expression slowly shifting. "If there's an imminent coup, we need to act swiftly without alerting Iron Blood prematurely." Richelieu considered the implications, her brows furrowing in contemplation. "Indeed, any hasty move on our part could tip the balance and exacerbate the situation. We must proceed cautiously." King George V regarded Richelieu, her expression thoughtful yet concerned. "How would you handle this situation if the roles were reversed, Richelieu?" Richelieu paused, considering the question carefully. "In a scenario where the Royal Navy faced a similar internal upheaval, my foremost priority would be information gathering. We must ascertain the extent of the situation within Iron Blood—know our allies, understand their motives, and identify the factions involved." Nodding in agreement, King George V listened intently, contemplating Richelieu's measured response. "Once we've gathered substantial intelligence," Richelieu continued, "I'd initiate a discreet dialogue. Understanding their grievances might pave the way for resolution without escalating tensions. However, we must be prepared for various outcomes and have contingencies in place." "That's wise," King George V acknowledged the prudence in Richelieu's approach. BEEP BEEP BEEP Richelieu's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Is that Enterprise?" she inquired eagerly. King George V hesitated, composing herself. The communicator's insistent beeping echoed in the tense atmosphere, signaling a pivotal moment—a point of no return in their course of action. "It is too late to turn back now." With a deep breath, George launched herself forward, wrapping chemical-drenched cloth around Richelieu's mouth and nose before pulling her in for a tight embrace. Richelieu's eyes widened in terror. The French woman immediately began struggling against her hold, kicking and flailing wildly in an attempt to break free. But George was far stronger than she looked. How could George do this to her? What is going on? A look of regret crossed George´s face as she saw the terror in Richelieu's eyes. She knew it had to be done, but that didn't make it any easier. Richelieu´s body began slowly going limp as the chemicals started to take effect. Desperately trying to break free, her heart racing with panic. She tried to scream, but no sound came out - only a faint wheezing as the chemicals took hold. George refused to relinquish her grasp, tightening her grip until Richelieu went limp in surrender. With tears welling up in Richelieu´s eyes, George held onto her even tighter, refusing to relinquish her grasp until she was certain that the job was done. Even as her vision got distorted, Richelieu continued to fight for her life. The surroundings grew darker, she heard George mutter something about the greater good. But by then, she was already gone.
The sound of Richelieu´s body dropping to the floor resonated in the room. Richelieu's mind was flooded with memories as she lay there dying. Her final thoughts were filled with love and longing for her little sisters, whom she had grown up with and cherished dearly. She remembered the countless times they had spent playing together, laughing and giggling like the carefree children they once were. But those happy days were long gone now. As she grew older, her sisters became distant or cold towards her, eventually disappearing altogether, only recently returning to her life. And now, as she lay dying, she realized that she would never see her beloved siblings again. As the darkness closed in around her, Richelieu's thoughts turned to the family she had left behind. In her final moments, she clung to the hope that somewhere, somehow, her sisters were waiting for her return. If only she could reach out to them one last time, perhaps they could drink hot cocoa and eat croissants together after all. But alas, it was not meant to be.
Standing above Richelieu's lifeless body, George slowly walked out from the control room, carefully locking the doors behind her. Taking out her still beeping communicator she orders the commencement of Operation Crimson Tide.