Chapter 1 – Peaceful base life
The azure sea sparkled under the warm sun, its gentle waves lapping against the shore of joint base Horizon. The united base, a symbol of cooperation amidst the turmoil of war, bustled with KAN-SENs from different factions going about their daily routines. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a sense of camaraderie that transcended faction boundaries.
Ship girls from the Eagle Union, Royal Navy, Sakura Empire, Iron Blood, and the minor factions moved around the base. A living tapestry of diversity united by a shared purpose. As they worked together, a symphony of languages filled the air, a beautiful chaos that showcased the cultural richness of their respective nations. USS Baltimore, Enterprise's steadfast companion and fellow heavy cruiser of the Eagle Union, shared a moment of friendship with IJN Takao, the stoic heavy cruiser of the Sakura Empire, a subtle nod of respect passing between them.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from a café near the docks, where ship girls from different factions mingled. A pleasant conversation between FFNF Richelieu of Iris Orthodoxy and RN Littorio of the Sardegna Empire painted a picture of diplomacy and mutual respect. They exchanged stories of their home countries, highlighting the beauty of Iris's cities and the elegance of Sardegna's culture, fostering an atmosphere of shared understanding.
Amid the bustling crowd, ROC Yat-Sen from the Dragon Empery showed off her freshly crafted paper dragons to SN Kursk of the Northern Parliament, a display of creative artistry that bridged the gap between their factions. The delicate paper creations danced in the gentle breeze, capturing the imagination of those around them.
As the ship girls continued with their routines, some took a moment to gaze out at the sea, the same sea that had once been a battleground in times long past. But now, under the banner of Azur Lane, it represented a beacon of hope, a canvas where unity painted the path forward. The tranquil scene was a momentary respite from the storms that awaited them, a reminder that they were not alone in this fight against the Sirens.
Amid the vibrant unity, USS Enterprise stood at the center, an inspiring figure of leadership and determination. She watched over her fellow ship girls with a sense of pride, knowing that their shared commitment would be their greatest strength. As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a golden hue across the base, Enterprise felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face the challenges ahead.
The sun gradually descended below the horizon, its warm glow now painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold. The gentle breeze that had carried the aroma of sea salt from the base now whispered a quiet, soothing melody through the surrounding palm trees.
The azure sea, which had been a mirror of tranquility during the day, now began to transform. It reflected the painted canvas of the evening sky, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle of colors as the light of day surrendered to the embrace of twilight.
The waves, once hitting against the shore, now seemed to echo the introspective mood of the evening, their rhythm calming as if sensing the ship girls' need for a moment of rest.
With her heart still stirred by the calmness of the evening, Enterprise slowly made her way to the dock. Tonight was special, she was expecting the arrival of the Royal Navy reinforcements, a show of solidarity that would further strengthen their alliance. Enterprise's gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the ships of the Royal Navy were due to appear, cutting through the gentle bubbling waves with purpose and resolve.
HMS Queen Elizabeth, the commanding figure of the Royal Navy, was a staunch ally, and Enterprise had come to admire her unwavering dedication to the cause. She hoped that the arrival of their allies would help bridge the gaps, heal the wounds of past conflicts, and reaffirm their commitment to defeating the Sirens.
As the minutes passed, the atmosphere on the dock grew palpable with anticipation. Ship girls from various factions had gathered, forming a united welcoming committee, a testament to the strength of their alliance. Some of them even brought welcoming gifts, each typical for their respective faction. Iron Blood ship girls brought beer and Iris Orthodoxy brought freshly baked baguets, creating a diverse and enjoyable atmosphere for the gathering.
Then, finally, the silhouette of Royal Navy ships emerged on the horizon, a sight that filled Enterprise's heart with a mixture of relief and hope. As the ships drew closer, HMS King George V, dressed in her regal attire, stood at the forefront, her presence commanding respect and admiration.
The ship girls erupted in cheers, a chorus of unity and triumph. The challenges they faced were immense, but at this moment, as the Royal Navy ships docked alongside their comrades, it was a reminder that they were not alone in this fight.
HMS King George V, her eyes meeting Enterprise's, nodded in acknowledgment. It was a silent affirmation that they were in this together, that the unity they had built was the foundation of their strength. Enterprise felt a rush of gratitude, knowing that they could rely on the Royal Navy's unwavering support.
With a sense of renewed purpose, Enterprise joined her fellow ship girls in welcoming the Royal Navy reinforcements. As the Royal Navy ships gracefully docked alongside the joint base, a sense of determination filled the air. Enterprise, recognizing the importance of this introduction, approached HMS King George V with a warm and respectful smile. "HMS King George V, welcome to the joint base Horizon," Enterprise greeted, extending her hand in a gesture of friendship. "I'm USS Enterprise, the aircraft carrier of the Eagle Union. It's an honor to finally meet you in person." HMS King George V returned the smile and shook Enterprise's hand, appreciating the warm welcome. "Thank you, Enterprise," she replied, her tone gracious. "I've heard much about you and your leadership in the fight against the Sirens. It's a privilege to stand beside you. Together, we will face the Siren threat head-on." The ship girls from both the Eagle Union and the Royal Navy observed the exchange with respect and admiration, understanding the significance of this first meeting. After exchanging pleasantries with HMS King George V, the USS Enterprise turned her attention to the ship girls who had arrived with her. As she greeted each one, she observed the welcoming committee talking with the Royal Navy ship girls. Among the Royal Navy ship girls, one figure stood out—Belfast, her old friend from the Royal Navy, and a shipgirl whose stern but caring words and actions always left an everlasting mark on Enterprise.
Belfast, with her usual elegance and a playful twinkle in her eyes, stepped forward. "Ah, Lady Enterprise, it's truly a delight to see you again," she said, her tone a perfect blend of respect and warm familiarity. "I trust you've been keeping the Sirens on their toes as always." Enterprise couldn't help but smile at Belfast's typical manner. It was as if time had stood still, and the comforting presence of her old friend was a balm to her soul. "Belfast, the seas have been busy, but we're holding our own," she replied, matching Belfast's tone. "Your dedication to duty is as inspiring as ever." Belfast's twinkle turned into a knowing look, and she leaned in slightly, her voice softened, "I'm glad to hear it, Lady Enterprise. But I do hope you're not back to resorting to those military rations, especially with such fine cuisine around." She gestured towards the array of delectable treats brought by Iris Orthodoxy. Enterprise chuckled, appreciating Belfast's concern. "Don't worry, Belfast. I've learned to appreciate good food, especially after our past adventures. It's a luxury I'm not willing to give up." Belfast smiled, satisfied. "Wonderful to hear, my dear Enterprise. The pleasure of a well-prepared meal can lift one's spirits as much as the thrill of a successful sortie. Let's enjoy this evening to the fullest, surrounded by friends and good food." Enterprise turned to Belfast, a hint of regret in her eyes. "Thank you, Belfast, but duty beckons. I have an important meeting I can't skip. You know how it is." Belfast's expression softened, understanding the weight of Enterprise's responsibilities. "Of course, my dear Enterprise. Duty always calls upon us, especially in these times." Enterprise nodded, appreciating Belfast's understanding. "I promise, though, once the meeting is over, I'll seek you out, and we can catch up properly. There's so much to share." Belfast's smile brightened, her playful twinkle returning. "I'll hold you to that. There's a lot I want to tell you, especially about the recent developments." Enterprise's curiosity was piqued. "Recent developments? You've certainly got me intrigued." Belfast nodded, her expression showing a mix of pride and excitement. "Oh, you'll be pleased to hear about the progress we've made in bolstering our fleet's defenses. It's a tale worth sharing, and I'll save it just for you." Enterprise's spirits lifted at the thought of catching up with Belfast, even if it had to wait a little longer. "It sounds like you've been hard at work, Belfast. I can't wait to hear all about it." Belfast took a step closer, her voice warm with something more than friendship. "You've been working hard too, Enterprise. I've always admired your determination. Now, go handle your meeting, and when you're ready, we'll have a proper chat." King George V, witnessing the reunion, nodded with a knowing smile. "It's heartening to see such strong ties among our forces," she remarked, her tone reflecting a sense of approval, but beneath the surface, a hint of skepticism lingered.
As the dock bustled with ship girls from various factions, HMS King George V found herself facing an unexpected sight. Among the ship girls gathered, she spotted FFNF Richelieu, the elegant and steadfast leader of the recently rejoined Iris Orthodoxy. It was a surprise, as King George V had not been informed of her presence at the joint base.
Curiosity piqued, King George V approached Richelieu, her tone polite but with a hint of surprise. "Ah, Richelieu, I wasn't aware you'd be joining us here," she said, her eyes studying the Iris battleship. "May I ask the reason for your presence?"
Richelieu, known for her resolute demeanor, met King George V's gaze with unwavering determination. "Your Majesty, I'm here to stand with my fellow ship girls," she responded, her voice carrying the weight of her conviction. "We share a common goal in fighting the Sirens, and I believe in leading by example. Together, we'll face the challenges at the frontlines, and I wanted to show my commitment to this alliance."
King George V nodded, recognizing the sincerity in Richelieu's words. Her commitment to the cause was evident, and it mirrored the determination of the other ship girls gathered at the base. However, there was a subtle shift in King George V's expression, a hint of concern that lingered beneath her polite demeanor.
"As noble as your intentions are, Richelieu," King George V began, her tone polite but with a hint of reservation, "I hope you understand the complexities of our alliance. We must ensure the safety of all ship girls, and these waters can be treacherous. I trust that you and your followers will take the necessary precautions."
Richelieu, not one to be deterred, met King George V's concern with grace. "Your Majesty, be assured that my followers and I are prepared to face any challenge," she replied, her words resonating with a calm resolve. "We have faith in the strength of our unity, and we will work alongside our fellow ship girls to protect humanity from the Siren threat."
As they continued their conversation, King George V's gaze shifted slightly to KMS Prinz Eugen, the Iron Blood cruiser standing slightly apart from the main group, engaged in discussions with other ship girls. It was a fleeting glance, but within that moment, the hint of a hidden agenda hung in the air, a secret known only to a select few. It was clear that the sight of the Iron Blood ship girl also played a role in King George V's thoughts, perhaps a reminder of the delicate balance that existed within the alliance.
Enterprise, who had been engaged in a conversation with Belfast and other shipgirls, turned her attention to King George V. "Your Majesty," Enterprise began, her tone respectful yet focused, "should we make our way to the meeting? It seems the time has come to discuss our strategies and plans." "Indeed, Enterprise," King George V replied. Enterprise turned to Richelieu, her expression welcoming. "And you, Richelieu," she said, "you're attending the meeting as well, I presume? Your insights will be valuable in our discussions." Richelieu met Enterprise's gaze with a determined nod. "Of course," she replied, her commitment unwavering. "Enterprise," King George V began, "there's no need for formalities among friends. You don't need to call me 'Her Majesty.' Please, just call me casually, as you would any comrade." Enterprise was taken aback for a moment but quickly smiled in appreciation of the gesture. "Thank you, King George V. I appreciate your kindness." King George V's gaze then shifted to encompass the gathering of shipgirls. "In fact," she continued, raising her voice just enough to address everyone, "let's extend this offer to all our friends here. We're more than just our titles; we're a team, and I want us to be able to communicate as such—no need for formalities among allies. "A ripple of approval and warm smiles spread through the group as the ship girls acknowledged the change in atmosphere.
As Enterprise prepared to depart for her meeting, a gentle internal struggle played out within her. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the right moment to express the emotions that had quietly lingered in her heart for her dear _ Belfast. Should I say it? Her thoughts now a whirlwind. Belfast and I have been through so much together, and our bond has only grown stronger over time. Is now the time to tell her how much she means to me? Her heart urged her to seize the moment, to let Belfast know just how cherished their friendship was. But the pragmatist in her cautioned restraint, reminding her of the importance of professionalism and duty. But what if I don't get another chance? Enterprise's inner debate continued. The Siren threat is ever-present, and the future is uncertain. Maybe it's time to cast aside formalities and speak from the heart. With a deep breath, Enterprise glanced back at Belfast, who was engrossed in conversation with other shipgirls. A warm smile graced her lips, and for a fleeting moment, she considered staying to share those heartfelt words. But the weight of responsibility pressed on her, reminding her of the impending meeting. I'll have to wait. Enterprise decided, her heart heavy with longing and hope. Once this meeting is over, when we have more time to ourselves, that's when I'll let Belfast know just how special she is to me. "Belfast," Enterprise said, her tone filled with warmth and appreciation, "it's been far too long. I'm grateful to see you here, even in these challenging times." As they exchanged these parting words, Enterprise and Belfast shared a brief but meaningful moment. Time to head to that meeting, everyone," she announced to her companions, who nodded in understanding. While departing towards the meeting room, Enterprise couldn't help but steal a last glance at Belfast, who caught her eye and offered a reassuring smile.
As they approached the meeting room, Enterprise hoped that the discussions ahead would be fruitful and bring them one step closer to victory over the Sirens. And when the time was right, she would let her heart speak the words she longed to share.
The trio of Richelieu, King George V, and Enterprise had arrived at the designated meeting room, a newly constructed chamber adorned with state-of-the-art technology. Digital screens lined the walls, displaying data and maps, a testament to the ever-evolving nature of their battles.
In the heart of the room, there stood a round table, surrounded by an array of chairs, each one representing a different faction. The table's polished surface gleamed under the soft illumination of the room, waiting to bear witness to the discussions and strategies that would shape their collective future.
As the ship girls took their seats, the room hummed with anticipation. The leaders from various factions, each with their unique strengths and perspectives, had come together to share their knowledge. The digital screens flickered to life, casting a blue glow across the room, and the meeting was ready to begin.
The meeting room buzzed with anticipation as leaders from various factions joined the virtual gathering. Their faces appeared on smaller digital screens scattered around the room, and the ship girls representing their factions exchanged greetings and nods of acknowledgment.
The first to join the discussion was SN Sovietska Rossiya, her image displayed on one of the screens. She wasted no time and got straight to the point. "Comrades," she began, her accent thick but her words resolute, "I speak on behalf of my homeland, the Northern Parliament. Our waters have become a battleground, a constant struggle against the relentless encroachment of the Sirens." Sovietska Rossiya's voice held a note of urgency as she turned to her fellow shipgirl leaders, her eyes reflecting the gravity of her request. " I beseech your aid in safeguarding our homeland from the relentless Siren threat." Around the table, leaders from different factions exchanged concerned glances. The Siren threat was no stranger to any of them. RN Vittorio Veneto, the representative of the Sardegna Empire, raised an eyebrow as the discussions progressed. She was well aware of the Northern Parliament's previous commitments in dealing with the Siren threat. Her gaze turned towards Sovietska Rossiya, and she couldn't help but voice her concerns.
"Lady Sovietska Rossiya," Littorio began, her tone respectful but inquisitive, "I recall that your fleets were tied up and heavily engaged in combating the Siren forces. Has something changed that forced you to seek our assistance now?" Sovietska Rossiya's expression was solemn as she responded, "You are correct, comrade Littorio. We were deeply embroiled in the Siren conflict. However, recent developments have forced us to reassess our priorities. "She paused. "Our reconnaissance indicates a significant Siren presence in the Northern Waters. We must secure this region to protect our supply lines and ensure the safety of humanity." HMS King George V, the second in command of the Royal Navy, nodded in agreement. "Our intelligence confirms the same," she stated. "The Sirens have been growing bolder in their attacks. They seek control of the Northern Waters to disrupt our supply routes and isolate our forces. We cannot allow them to gain a foothold." Sovietska Rossiya continued. "Our resources have been stretched to their limit, we must adapt to the fast-changing tides of this war, and to do so, we hope to seek help and cooperation with our allies." Littorio nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I see," she replied. "The Sirens spare no one in their relentless pursuit of power. If you believe our combined forces can make a difference, then the Sardegna Empire is willing to stand by your side." With their discussions coming to a decisive point, the leaders of the ship-girl factions each stepped forward to offer their confirmation of assistance to Sovietska Rossiya's request.
HMS King George V, a symbol of the Royal Navy's resilience, her voice carrying the weight of her nation's commitment. "Sovietska Rossiya, the Royal Navy stands ready to assist. Your cause is our cause, and together, we shall protect your waters."
USS Enterprise, an emblem of the Eagle Union's strength, nodded firmly. "You can count on the Eagle Union's support, Sovietska Rossiya. We'll coordinate our efforts to ensure the safety of your homeland."
Sovietska Rossiya's expression softened with gratitude as she looked around the room at her newfound allies. "Spasibo, my friends," she said, her voice filled with appreciation. "Your solidarity gives hope to the Northern Parliament. Together, we will face the Sirens and protect our seas and our people." As the ship-girls gathered to discuss the mission, an eerie silence emanated from the screen displaying KMS Friedrich der Grosse, the Iron Blood representative. Her image, typically poised and authoritative, remained unsettlingly quiet throughout the deliberations. The ship girls debated tactics, planned strategies, and analyzed the Siren threat, but Friedrich's absence of input was conspicuous. Her silence, it seemed, harbored a grim secret.
Enterprise, ever perceptive, couldn't ignore the tension that hung in the room. She knew the truth, a painful truth she had been entrusted with. The Northern Parliament, represented by Sovietska Rossiya, was not merely asking for assistance; they were simultaneously occupying and launching an offensive attack on the Iron Blood homeland. Exchanging a knowing glance with King George V. The weight of their unspoken knowledge pressed upon them. Friedrich's silence, it appeared, was a reflection of the heavy burden she bore—the knowledge of her nation's plight and the audacity of the Northern Union to seek their aid while waging war on their homeland. Enterprise felt a sense of moral conflict churning within her. Her duty to the higher-ups demanded cooperation with the Northern Parliament, but her conscience wrestled with the grim reality of the situation. The ship-girls, oblivious to this dark undercurrent, continued their discussions earnestly, guided by a sense of unity against the Siren threat. Friedrich, however, remained silent, a symbol of the painful truths that sometimes lurked behind the facade of camaraderie. Her stillness served as a chilling reminder of the complexity of their world, where alliances were forged amidst shadows and secrets. But the fate of the Northern supply lines hung in the balance, and Eagle Union was determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead to ensure their safety.
The virtual meeting continued, with the leaders from different factions contributing their expertise and insights to the critical mission ahead. As discussions progressed, it became evident that the challenges they faced in the Northern Waters were formidable. The Sirens had established a stronghold in the region, and their numbers were growing. Sovietska Rossiya's stern expression reflecting the gravity of the situation, continued to outline their mission parameters. "Our initial reconnaissance has identified key Siren installations," she explained. "We believe it is a newly installed siren mainframe. To weaken their hold on the region we must destroy it. But be vigilant; the Sirens have deployed powerful fleets to protect their interests." Enterprise spoke up, her voice resolute. "We have formidable carriers in our fleet. We can provide air support and establish a defensive perimeter to protect our forces." Richelieu offered her perspective. "My forces specialize in long-range bombardment. We can provide cover fire from a distance, allowing our close-range combatants to advance." The shipgirls exchanged information on their respective fleets, their unique abilities, and the strategies they had in mind. The discussions were detailed and thorough, reflecting their commitment to success. Friedrich der Grosse, remained silent, her contemplative demeanor unchanged. Her presence in the meeting had raised questions, but for now, she observed the proceedings without revealing her thoughts. The ship girls, representing different factions, had spent hours deliberating, and finally, the outlines of a cohesive plan were emerging. They discussed reconnaissance, air and sea strikes, and the need for an organized assault on the Siren installations in the Northern Waters. "When do we launch this operation?" Sovietska Rossiya brought the focus to the critical question. King George V chimed in. "We need to move swiftly, but not hastily. We must ensure our forces are fully prepared. I suggest we initiate the operation in three days, this will give us time to coordinate, gather our forces, and complete our reconnaissance." Richelieu swiftly agreed with King George V. "Three days should suffice for our preparations, we need to catch the Sirens off guard." With a tentative timeline in place, the ship girls turned their attention to another crucial aspect: leadership. Who would lead each team in this multi-faceted operation? King George V, her voice measured and resolute, summarized their conclusion. "It is clear that in this endeavor, we must act swiftly and with cohesion. "Given our positions and tactical compatibility, we shall deploy a joint task force consisting of Iron Blood, Royal Navy, Northern Parliament, and Eagle Union ships." "Companions," IJN Nagato's voice rang out, "the Sakura Empire stands ready to support our allies. We have IJN Shokaku and her task force stationed nearby, prepared to join forces with the Iron Blood, Royal Navy, and Eagle Union." Enterprise, acknowledging Nagato's message, responded straightforwardly: "Thanks, Nagato. With Shokaku and her task force joining in, we've got a solid team to tackle the Siren threat. Let's decide who will lead which team and finally conclude this meeting. " After that Sovietska Rossiya spoke with authority. "I will lead the reconnaissance team, supported by SN Kronshtadt, KMS Prinz Eugen, and HMS Belfast with their respective task forces" she declared. Enterprise, wanting to end this meeting as fast as possible, added, "I'll lead the carrier task force, alongside IJN Shoukaku and KMS Graf Zeppelin. We'll provide air support and establish the defensive perimeter." "I will lead the artillery support team with FFNF Champagne at my side." Added Richelieu. The leaders from various factions nodded in agreement. The plan was set, and the roles were assigned. In three days, they would launch a coordinated assault on the Siren installations in the Northern Waters, determined to secure the region and uncover the secrets it held.
As they prepared to conclude the meeting, an unsettling tension hung in the virtual air. Friedrich der Grosse, representing the Iron Blood, had remained silent throughout the entire discussion. Her contemplative demeanor had led to curiosity, but now it became clear that her silence was not due to mere contemplation. As the other leaders started to depart, she spoke, her voice carrying an unusual weight.
"Iron Blood will not participate in this operation," she declared her tone firm.
The ship girls in the meeting room exchanged puzzled glances. Enterprise, known for her diplomacy and leadership, stepped forward. "Friedrich, our unity is crucial in this mission. We need all factions to work together to ensure success." Friedrich der Grosse, however, was resolute. "My faction cannot support this mission. It goes against our interests." King George V, the leader of the Royal Navy, spoke with a hint of frustration. "Friedrich, we're facing a common enemy here. Our differences must be set aside for the greater good." But Friedrich remained unyielding. "My faction has its priorities. I cannot commit any forces to this operation. " Enterprise and King George V exchanged frustrated glances, their patience wearing thin. Enterprise, known for her directness, couldn't hide her exasperation. "Friedrich, this is a critical mission, and we need all the help we can get. Your secrecy doesn't serve anyone." Friedrich's expression remained stoic, but she knew she had pushed the limits of her fellow leaders' patience. She chose her words carefully, still divulging only part of the truth. "Our forces are thinly scattered and overworked," she admitted, her voice measured. "We have only a limited number of surface vessels at our disposal, and they are stretched to their limits guarding our homeland's defenses." King George V couldn't hide her frustration any longer. "Friedrich, you must understand that our unity is our strength. We need to know the full extent of your situation if we're going to plan this mission effectively." "I have said what I can," Friedrich finally replied, her tone defensive. "I hope you can respect that." With tension in the room palpable, the ship-girl leaders knew that while Friedrich had provided some information, there was still a veil of secrecy surrounding the Iron Blood's circumstances, and it left them uneasy as they prepared to face the Sirens with an incomplete picture of their alliance. USS Enterprise attempted one more plea. "Friedrich, we've faced the Siren threat together before. We need your help now more than ever." But Friedrich's decision was final. She disconnected from the virtual meeting, leaving the ship girls from different factions with a difficult choice ahead. The unity that had been their greatest strength was now fractured, and the success of the mission hung in the balance. The departure of KMS Friedrich der Grosse had left a somber atmosphere in the virtual meeting room. The ship girls from various factions, who had stood united against the Siren threat just moments ago, now faced an unexpected challenge: How to proceed with the operation without the support of the Iron Blood faction. Enterprise addressed the remaining leaders. "We must press on," she said, her voice resolute. "The fate of the Northern Waters, and potentially more, rests on our shoulders." Nagato nodded in agreement. "We need to allocate responsibilities and form teams quickly. Time is of the essence." The shipgirls began to discuss the division of roles and responsibilities for the operation. The leaders decided on team leaders and their respective teams:
Reconnaissance Team - Sovietska Rossiya with the help of Kronshtadt, Takao, and Belfast. They would gather critical information about Siren's positions and movements.
Carrier Task Force - Enterprise, Shoukaku, USS Ticonderoga. They would provide air support and establish a defensive perimeter.
Artillery Support Team - Richelieu and Champagne joined by King George V. Their role was to provide long-range cover fire for the advancing forces.
"Listen up, everyone," Enterprise began, her tone firm and decisive. "The rest of the ship-girls here at the base will be divided into the respective task forces. " King George V and Sovietska Rossiya nodded in agreement, emphasizing the importance of their fellow shipgirls' contributions. Enterprise continued, "Their task is to safeguard our position, provide support, and maintain constant communication. We don't know what challenges we'll face out there. " As they worked through the details, the shipgirls were keenly aware of the absence of the Iron Blood faction and the challenges it presented. Nevertheless, they remained committed to their mission and each other, determined to bridge the rift created by Friedrich der Grosse's decision and face the looming Siren threat with unity and resolve. With roles assigned and teams forming, the ship girls drew the meeting to a close. The ship-girls disconnected from the virtual meeting room, their unity reaffirmed, and their purpose clear. Though Iron Blood had chosen not to join their mission, the remaining factions were resolute in their determination to face the Siren threat and help their allies.
As preparations for the mission to secure the Northern Waters concluded, Enterprise, King George V, and Richelieu found themselves in a secluded corner of the joint base Horizon. Their expressions were grave, their thoughts burdened by the absence of the Iron Blood faction. Enterprise broke the silence. "The Iron Blood's refusal to join the operation raises questions. Friedrich's decision seems calculated, and I can't help but wonder about the implications." King George V, her posture regal yet concerned, chimed in, "Indeed, Enterprise. It's unlike Friedrich to disregard a threat like the Sirens. I fear there's more to this than meets the eye." Richelieu shared her concerns. "We must consider the possibility of a hidden agenda. Could the Iron Blood be pursuing their objectives, even if it means compromising our mission?" Enterprise frowned, her purple eyes reflecting uncertainty. "We can't afford to dismiss any possibilities. If the Iron Blood is withholding critical information or if they have ulterior motives, it could put us all at risk." The shipgirls began to speculate, creating drastic scenarios and considering the potential consequences of the Iron Blood's absence. The shadows of doubt and mistrust loomed over their conversation, and the unity that had been their foundation now seemed fragile. Enterprise, ever the optimist, sought a glimmer of hope. "Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. The Iron Blood has always been a smaller faction in terms of ship numbers compared to the others. Their strength has often come from their advanced technology." King George V nodded. "But we've been hearing troubling rumors about their situation. Their numbers have dwindled, and the Siren threat they face is rumored to be particularly dire. They might be on the brink of collapse." Enterprise's brow furrowed in thought. "I've heard whispers about the Iron Blood's struggle with the Sirens in their territory. Rumors that they've been suffering significant losses." Richelieu, her expression thoughtful, added, "They may see our mission as a risk they can't afford to take, especially if their forces are stretched thin." King George V agreed. "Our unity is our greatest strength. If they're in trouble, they should have reached out to us. This silence only breeds mistrust." As they continued to discuss the Iron Blood's enigmatic behavior, their concerns deepened. The specter of betrayal loomed large, but they also held onto hope that there might be a reasonable explanation for the faction's actions. The conversation among Enterprise, King George V, and Richelieu ventured into deeper waters as they discussed the fates of specific Iron Blood ships and the rumors that surrounded them. "I've heard whispers about Iron Blood ships suffering severe damage in battles with the Sirens. Some say they're hidden away, awaiting repairs." King George V's gaze grew distant. "I've heard similar rumors. Iron Blood vessels that were once formidable are now reduced to mere wrecks, hidden in remote bases or under repair." Richelieu, always pragmatic, added, "If these rumors hold any truth, they might be in no condition to participate." "We may never know the full extent of the Iron Blood's situation. What's clear is that our mission in the Northern Waters remains critical." Enterprise nodded, her resolve unwavering. "Agreed. We can't let their absence jeopardize our mission or our unity. We must proceed cautiously but resolutely." The mysteries and uncertainties surrounding the faction deepened, casting a shadow over their preparations for the impending mission. As Enterprise pondered the mission's challenges and the enigmatic stance of Friedrich, a subtle idea began to take shape in her mind. She considered reaching out to Prinz Eugen, an Iron Blood shipgirl with her unique perspectives and connections within the faction. Enterprise's thoughts drifted for a moment, contemplating the potential benefits of such a discreet conversation. She recognized that Prinz Eugen's insights could shed light on the Iron Blood's true situation, even if Friedrich remained tight-lipped. With a quiet determination, she decided to explore this avenue, knowing that sometimes, diplomacy required less direct channels of communication. Enterprise's voice dropped to a hushed tone. "Prinz Eugen has a way of revealing information without revealing everything. She's exceedingly smart and manipulative." Richelieu, understanding what Enterprise was thinking, added, "Let's discreetly reach out to Prinz Eugen, respecting her cunning nature. If there's anyone within the Iron Blood who can provide us with useful insights, it's her." King George V nodded in agreement. "You're right. We need to approach this carefully. Eugen had previously disclosed some confidential information to us. She most likely has her hidden motives. "Richelieu, with a daring glint in her eye, added, "We must play her game but on our terms. Prinz Eugen may be crafty, but we're not without our tricks." Enterprise leaned forward, her expression pensive. "Prinz Eugen has a close relationship with HMS Prince of Wales from the Royal Navy. King George V's expression shifted from contemplative to surprise with a hint of anger. King George V's brows furrowed as she absorbed the revelation. "Prinz Eugen's closeness to my sister is … unexpected." Enterprise, intrigued by King George V's reaction, inquired, "You weren't aware of their relationship?" King George V shook her head. "No, I wasn't. Prince of Wales and I are close, but she never mentioned her connection with Prinz Eugen." Richelieu chimed in, her curiosity evident. "It's an interesting dynamic. Perhaps Eugen could be more inclined to cooperate if we leverage her friendship with Prince of Wales." The revelation of the relationship between Wales and Eugen presented them with an intriguing opportunity to gain insights into the enigmatic Iron Blood faction and its leader, Friedrich der Grosse. With the knowledge of Prinz Eugen's close relationship with Prinz of Wales in their possession, Enterprise, King George V, and Richelieu set their sights on a daring plan. They needed to contact Prinz Eugen through Wales and find a way to discreetly spy on their conversation. Enterprise, the strategist, proposed a plan. "We should contact the Prince of Wales and request a private meeting. After that, we will lure in Prinz Eugen and let Wales try to snoop out some information. During their conversation, we'll have discreet surveillance in place to monitor what's being said. "King George V nodded. "Agreed. We'll need to coordinate this carefully to ensure we don't raise suspicion. We must find out what Prinz Eugen knows about the Iron Blood's situation and their intentions." Enterprise looked at her comrades with a determined expression. "Remember, our ultimate goal is the success of our mission to secure the Northern Waters. Whatever we uncover, it must not compromise our mission." As they parted ways, the shipgirls knew that the path they were embarking on was fraught with risks and uncertainties. The mysteries surrounding the Iron Blood's actions had cast a shadow over their alliance.
The meeting with King George V and Richelieu had left Enterprise with a mix of determination and unease. The enigmatic actions of the Iron Blood weighed heavily on her mind as she left the HQ command building. With a resolute stride, she made her way through the bustling streets of the base Horizon.
As she walked, Enterprise noticed shipgirls from different factions going about their daily routines. Despite the tensions and uncertainties, they were bound by a common purpose: to protect humanity from the Siren threat. Finally, she arrived at the section of the base where the Royal Navy shipgirls often gathered. It wasn't long before she spotted Belfast, the elegant and composed light cruiser who had been her friend for a long time.
Belfast possessed a pair of entrancing eyes that seemed to draw you in with their captivating hue. The shade of purple they held was truly remarkable, a captivating blend of amethyst and lavender, as if the essence of a twilight sky had been infused into her gaze. Her eyes spoke of an enigmatic depth, a reservoir of secrets and wisdom, and whenever one looked into them, it felt like unraveling a silent, profound story hidden within those stunning, deep-purple orbs.
Belfast, ever so sharp and observant, noticed Enterprise's approach. With a graceful smile, she greeted her, "Lady Enterprise, it's been too long. I'm delighted to see you." Enterprise greeted Belfast with a smile. "Belfast, thank you for waiting. This place offers a brief escape from our duties." Belfast returned the smile, her voice warm. "Indeed, Lady Enterprise. It's a reprieve from the chaos of our battles." They found a quieter corner in the bustling bar, ordered drinks, but instead of delving into shared experiences, they focused on the present. Amidst the chatter and laughter, they conversed about a variety of topics, ranging from the complexities of their duties to personal anecdotes from their pasts. Their connection was something that provided them both solace and strength in these uncertain times.
Enterprise took a sip of her drink and leaned back, her gaze fixed on Belfast. "So, Belfast, how's life been treating you lately?" she asked, a genuine curiosity in her voice.
Belfast, with her usual elegance, tilted her head slightly and took a sip of her drink. "Ah, Lady Enterprise, you know how it goes," she began, a playful twinkle in her eye. "The Royal Navy's been keeping me rather occupied, but one mustn't complain about fulfilling one's duties." Enterprise chuckled, nodding in understanding. "I can relate to that. The Sirens have been particularly active lately, and my hands are full, to say the least." The bar's cozy ambiance and the friendly interaction between them created a comforting atmosphere. Belfast's eyes sparkled as she recounted an amusing incident involving a mischievous destroyer, and Enterprise couldn't help but laugh heartily. In return, Enterprise shared a tale of a particularly intense battle against the Sirens, describing the moments that had kept her on the edge of her seat. They talked and drank, their voices a soothing melody amidst the background chatter of the bar. At this moment, the weight of their responsibilities seemed to lift, and they cherished the simple pleasure of each other's company. As the evening wore on, they realized that these moments were a treasure, a reminder that even amidst the chaos of their world, there was room for friendship, shared stories, and maybe even something more.
Enterprise found herself deep in thought. The cheerful chatter surrounded her, but her focus had shifted to a resolution she made before the meeting. Although she is afraid of sharing her feelings, she has the courage to do it, driven by her deep affection for Belfast. This affection had grown over time, and now she couldn't deny the depth of her emotions any longer. She recalled the unspoken moments, the stolen glances, and the undeniable connection that had drawn her closer to her. With each shared mission and quiet conversation, her love for the purple-eyed shipgirl had deepened. Enterprise's eyes fixed on Belfast, who was engrossed in another one of her lively stories, her laughter like music to Enterprise's ears. I've been meaning to tell her, Enterprise thought. What if she doesn't feel the same way? The thought lingered like a storm cloud in her mind. The truth was, she was scared. Scared of what it meant to her to confess her feelings. Scared of what the response might be. What if our friendship changes, or worse, what if it ends? Enterprise had seen her fair share of battles, but the prospect of baring her heart to Belfast was a different kind of battle altogether, one that she felt unprepared for. With her internal turmoil gradually giving way to determination, Enterprise finally made a decision. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding, and amid Belfast's storytelling, she began, "Belfast, there's something I've been wanting to tell you..." Just as she was about to take that daunting leap, a sudden interruption cut through the moment. The bar's entrance swung open, and an urgent-looking messenger, another shipgirl, rushed in. "Enterprise, Belfast, sorry to interrupt," the messenger panted, her voice filled with urgency. Both of them exchanged bemused glances as IJN Akashi, the shipgirl with a reputation for her resourcefulness, appeared in the bar and delivered her "urgent" message. The distress call had been nothing more than a playful ruse. Enterprise's heart sank, the confession she had been gearing up for slipping away. "Sorry to pull you away like this," Akashi grinned mischievously, "but we've got an important decision to make, and I need the commander's expert opinion." Enterprise, still not used to her new commander position, couldn't help but chuckle. "You certainly know how to make an entrance, Akashi. What's this all about?" Akashi presented two colorful fabric swatches, one in deep navy and the other in a rich burgundy. "We're choosing tablecloths for the gala ball, and we can't decide which one looks more elegant. I thought you might have a preference." Belfast joined in the fun, leaning over the swatches with a playful and wicked smile. "Oh, I do like the navy, but the burgundy has a regal charm. What do you think, Enterprise?" Enterprise sighed in mock exasperation, but the interruption had brought a lighthearted atmosphere back to the moment. "Well, in that case, I'd say let's go with burgundy. It'll add a touch of warmth to the gala." Akashi clapped her hands in delight. "Burgundy it is, then! Thanks, Enterprise. You're a lifesaver." With the "crisis" averted, Enterprise and Belfast shared a laugh as Akashi scurried off to continue her preparations for the gala ball. Their unfinished conversation could wait a little longer, and for now, they relished in the unexpected, light-hearted diversion. As the moment passed, Enterprise turned to Belfast, her eyes lighting up with a different kind of enthusiasm. "You know," she began, her tone more cheerful, "I completely forgot to tell you about the upcoming gala ball. It's in two days, and it's going to be quite the event." Belfast leaned in, the information catching her interest. "A gala, you say? That does sound intriguing. What's it all about?" Enterprise took a sip of her drink before continuing.
"It's a gathering of ship-girls from base Horizon, a chance to celebrate our unity and cooperation. There'll be music, dancing, and lots of good food. It's an opportunity to put aside our duties for a while and just enjoy the moment." Belfast's eyes sparkled with excitement. "It sounds like a splendid occasion. I do love a good ball." Enterprise couldn't help but smile, glad to see Belfast's enthusiasm. "I was hoping you'd say that. Would you be my partner for the ball? I can't think of anyone I'd rather share it with." Belfast's face lit up with delight. "I'd be honored, Lady Enterprise. It's a date." For a moment, Enterprise felt like a shy, young girl caught in a moment of unexpected tenderness. She looked down and managed a soft, almost bashful, "Thank you, Belfast." Her voice held a hint of vulnerability, a side of herself she didn't often reveal. In that fleeting moment, she wasn't the formidable Big E, but rather someone who cherished the prospect of an evening with a dear friend. With a warm smile, Belfast replied, "I'm looking forward to it as well. It seems there are many things left unsaid, and perhaps the ball will provide the perfect setting to address them." Enterprise's heart skipped a beat as Belfast's words held a deeper meaning. As the ship-girls continued their conversation, the atmosphere in the bar seemed charged with unspoken sentiments. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses echoed through the air. Time seemed to glide forward, marked by the gradual shift of the bar's patrons from lively laughter to hushed conversations. Hours slipped away, lost in the captivating rhythm of the night, leaving behind a shared moment that felt like an entire world of experiences. The upcoming ball held the promise of not only unity among shipgirls but also the opportunity for the whispers of their hearts to finally find their voice.
In the serene garden of the naval base, HMS Prince of Wales strolled among the blooming flowers and well-maintained pathways. The scent of freshly cut grass and the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze created a peaceful atmosphere. She appreciated these moments of solitude, where she could gather her thoughts and enjoy the beauty of nature. As she strolled along the garden path, Prince of Wales suddenly noticed a ship-girl up ahead. The ship-girl in question was strikingly similar to her. With a smile on her face, Prince of Wales quickened her pace and approached her sister. "George, what a pleasant surprise," she greeted her warmly. "I didn't expect to see you here." Prince George V turned to face her, eyes bright with recognition. "Wales, I thought I'd take a moment to enjoy the garden's tranquility. It's quite peaceful here, isn't it?" Prince of Wales nodded in agreement. "It truly is. I often find solace in this garden. It's a welcome break from our duties." Prince of Wales, her regal presence softened by a smile, leaned in to talk to her sister. "It's been a while. How have things been for you?" King George V, a sense of warmth in her eyes, replied, "It's been a busy period, but seeing you makes it all worthwhile. We must not let our duties keep us apart for so long." Their conversation flowed easily as they reminisced about shared memories and updates from their respective lives. The understanding between the siblings was evident, and for a time, they could forget the weight of their responsibilities. While they talked, King George V couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the information that she learned from Enterprise. With a mixture of concern and curiosity, King George V delicately probed, "Wales, have you made any interesting acquaintances here on the base, particularly with anyone from another faction?" Prince of Wales, unaware that her sister knew the true extent of her relationship with Prinz Eugen, replied, "I've met a few shipgirls from other factions, but I wouldn't say we're particularly close. You know, I'm spending most of my time with Royal Navy ship-girls." King George V nodded, concealing her knowledge and her reservations about the situation. The possibility of her sister's involvement with Prinz Eugen of the Iron Blood gnawed at her. The unexpected arrival of Richelieu from the Iris Orthodoxy, and now her sister's association with an Iron Blood ship-girl made for a web of intrigue that threatened to entangle her. As she walked the fine line between her duties and her concerns, King George V couldn't help but wonder if her sister's involvement with Prinz Eugen was just the beginning of a series of unpredictable events. She had to prepare for the possibility that the web of intrigue would continue to tighten around her, placing her loyalties and responsibilities in constant conflict. She couldn't help but feel that Prince of Wales's relationship with Prinz Eugen was a potential threat to the carefully laid plans. "Wales," she began, her voice carefully neutral, "I know we've been caught up in some complicated matters, and I've been doing my best to ensure the safety and stability of our faction. Have you... heard anything... or noticed anything unusual?" HMS Prince of Wales met her sister's gaze, her expression thoughtful. "Well, there have been whispers, and I can't help but feel there's more to the new operation in Northern waters than we're being told." King George V's heart sank. Her sister was perceptive. She knew more than she was telling her. "Wales, you know I have to protect our interests. There are times when I can't reveal all the details, but rest assured, I'm doing what I believe is best for the Royal Navy." Prince of Wales nodded, confused but trusting in her sister's intentions. "I understand, George. Just remember, I will always be there for you, In the end, we are sisters, we should always help each other". King George V's internal turmoil continued as she pondered the unsettling thought that her sister, Prince of Wales, might be a threat to the…... You better not stick your nose into it. Or I'll have to do what needs to be done. In that moment, she resolved that she would do whatever it took to safeguard her faction, even if it meant taking actions that she could never have imagined.
KMS Friedrich der Grosse stood alone in a dimly lit chamber, her voice hushed, as she spoke. Her words held a weight of secrecy, known only to a select few within the Iron Blood faction. "The time has come," she began, her tone grave. "Our preparations are complete, and the pieces are in place. This mission, if successful, will change the world as we know it." The recipient of her message remained unseen, their identity shrouded in the shadows. The gravity of the situation was understood by both parties, and silence hung in the air as Friedrich continued. "Our faction's survival depends on this, and we cannot afford to fail. We've kept this secret for far too long, and it's time to unveil our true power. Friedrich's voice wavered, but her resolve remained unshaken. The mission was a risk, a calculated gamble that could tip the balance of power in this ongoing conflict. As the conversation continued behind the closed doors. KMS Graf Zeppelin, who had been listening intently, finally spoke up. Her voice held a note of concern, a sentiment shared by many in the room. "I believe it's time to address the matter of Prinz Eugen's unexplained absence," Graf Zeppelin began, her expression troubled. "She hasn't reported or made contact for a longer period than any of us would find comfortable." Prinz Eugen's mysterious silence had begun to cast a shadow over their proceedings. She was not just any ship girl; her role within the Iron Blood faction was crucial, and her insights often proved invaluable. Friedrich der Grosse, the faction's de facto leader, nodded in agreement. It was clear that uncovering the truth about Prinz Eugen's radio silence would be vital to their future plans. The conversation continued in hushed tones, the weight of the decisions they faced pressing upon them. The masked figure, a shadowy presence in the room, finally issued a directive, her voice carrying the gravity of their situation. "We cannot afford to leave this matter unresolved. Prinz Eugen's situation is in question, and it poses a significant risk," the figure declared. "I want you to contact our allies at the Joint Base Horizon. They have their ways of uncovering the truth. Find out if Prinz Eugen is still loyal to us or if her loyalties have indeed shifted." KMS Mainz took the lead, her determination evident in her voice. "Consider it done. We will discreetly reach out to our allies and get to the bottom of this." The masked figure nodded in approval. "Time is of the essence. The fate of the Iron Blood faction, and perhaps the balance of power among the factions, hinges on the outcome of this investigation." With their orders clear, the ship girls left the room, knowing that their next actions could determine the course of their faction's future. The uncertainty surrounding Prinz Eugen's loyalty cast a long shadow over the Iron Blood's already complex and secretive world.
Enterprise awoke to the sharp afternoon light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. For a moment, she lay in bed, her senses gradually returning to her. She couldn't help but notice the comforting weight of the blankets and the soothing rhythm of breathing. As she turned her head slightly, her gaze fell upon the figure beside her. Belfast lay sleeping peacefully, her silk-like white hair cascading over the pillow, her features serene in repose. Enterprise's heart skipped a beat as the memories of the previous night began to slowly surface. The night had started with shared laughter, with Belfast at her side, their connection deepening with every whispered word and stolen glance. The bar had been a whirlwind of funny moments and happy memories. As Enterprise stretched and stirred, Belfast began to rouse from her slumber. Their eyes met, and a warm smile spread across Belfast's face. "Good afternoon, dear Enterprise," Belfast greeted, her voice as melodious as ever. "I must admit, I hadn't expected our evening to turn into an impromptu sleepover." Enterprise chuckled softly. "It was quite a pleasant surprise, wasn't it? A mix-up with the bedding arrangements, and here we are lying in my bed like some newlyweds." Belfast blushed and nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Enterprise. It's rather lovely, waking up in your company." The sun continued bathing the room in a gentle afternoon glow, and Enterprise and Belfast engaged in a leisurely conversation. "I have to admit that it is an unusual sight". Enterprise couldn't help but comment, "Belfast, it's quite unusual to see you still in bed, it's unlike you to sleep in. Everything all right?" Belfast stirred, offering a sleepy smile. "Ah, Lady Enterprise, it's just that Queen Elizabeth has been keeping me rather busy lately. She's had a host of errands for me, and it's left me quite exhausted." Despite Belfast's explanation, a hint of concern nagged at Enterprise. "Well, Lady Enterprise, it's not that the tasks are too difficult. It's more that they seem... peculiar. For instance, yesterday she asked me to organize her collection of antique teacups. The day before, it was arranging her wardrobe by color." Belfast continued to describe the tasks Queen Elizabeth had assigned her. It's not just the nature of the errands; it's the sheer volume and randomness. One day, it's cataloging her collection of rare seashells, and the next, it's meticulously organizing her bookshelf by spine thickness. She even asked me to draft a list of all the trees in the garden once, if you can believe it." Enterprise's brow furrowed. These tasks seemed increasingly bizarre and unrelated to the responsibilities of a queen. "And she hasn't explained why she's giving you such unusual assignments?" Belfast paused, her expression troubled. "She's been rather distant lately. When I ask about these tasks, she just smiles and assures me that they're important." "The errands Queen Elizabeth is giving you... they seem rather unusual, almost as if she's trying to keep you away. Is everything all right with her?" Belfast's expression turned thoughtful. "It has been a bit unusual," she admitted, "but I'm sure Her Majesty has her reasons. Perhaps she's just trying to lighten her load." Enterprise, her expression a mixture of concern and determination, leaned forward slightly. "Belfast, it's becoming increasingly clear that these errands are not something you should be spending your valuable time on. You have important duties to attend to, and the Royal Navy needs your skills." Belfast sighed, nodding in agreement. "You're right, Lady Enterprise. I've perhaps been too soft, too willing to comply with Her Majesty's demands. It's time for me to approach Queen Elizabeth and let her know that these tasks are taking me away from my responsibilities." Enterprise offered a reassuring smile, her voice gentle. "That's the right decision, Belfast. We need you at your best, and we can't afford to have you distracted by these peculiar errands. Belfast, her expression touched by a mixture of gratitude and warmth, looked at Enterprise with a heartfelt smile. "Lady Enterprise," she began, her voice filled with appreciation, "I can't thank you enough for your support and for caring about my well-being. You've always been there for me, and I'm truly fortunate to have you as a friend." Belfast, her spirits lifted by their heartfelt conversation, couldn't help but shift the topic to something more lighthearted. "By the way, Lady Enterprise, have you decided what you're going to wear for the gala ball? It's tomorrow, and I can't wait to see you in a splendid gown." "I was initially planning on wearing my uniform to the gala ball. But I suppose now that it's more like a... date, that might not be enough." Enterprise's eyes twinkled with amusement as she considered the question. "I've been giving it some thought, and I do have a dress in mind. It's about time I wear something more elegant for a change. What about you, Belfast? Have you picked out your attire for the ball?" Belfast's face lit up with excitement as she replied, "Oh, absolutely! I've already chosen a lovely gown, and I can't wait to show it to you. I believe we'll be the finest pair on the dance floor." Belfast checked the time and raised an eyebrow, her tone filled with curiosity. "Lady Enterprise, it's already 14:30. Don't you have any duties to attend to tonight?" Enterprise's eyes widened with realization, and a hint of concern crept into her voice. "Oh no, I was supposed to meet Richelieu at 13:00..." She quickly glanced at the clock, feeling a pang of regret for the missed appointment. "I must have lost track of time. I need to get ready and make my way to our meeting immediately." The unexpected delay had thrown Enterprise's schedule into disarray. With a hurried but grateful smile, she ran off to the meeting… Belfast watched Enterprise's swift departure with a short, resigned sigh. She muttered to herself, "You could at least say goodbye..." Her words, however, were lost in the rush of Enterprise's departure, the urgency of her missed meeting propelling her forward.
As the Starter 4, consisting of IJN Ayanami, KMS Z23, HMS Javelin, and USS Laffey, stood chatting in the corridor of the dormitory, they were suddenly met with a surprising sight. Enterprise, in a rush, zoomed past them like a whirlwind, her signature aircraft carrier uniform billowing dramatically behind her. Ayanami blinked, clearly taken aback. "Did I just witness the birth of a new ship-girl sport? Super Corridor Racing?" "Was that Lady Enterprise? She looked like she was in a hurry." Z23 raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. "Maybe she's testing a new speed record for ship girls in corridors?" Javelin chuckled and playfully pretended to take notes. "Well, I'd give her a 10 for speed, but she needs to work on her style." Just as they were shaking their heads in amusement at Enterprise's dash, they noticed Belfast, Enterprise's loyal companion, exiting Enterprise's chamber with a happy expression. Laffey, who was usually the most laid-back of the group, suddenly jolted into a wide-eyed, contemplative expression. "Wait, wait, what if... What if Enterprise and Belfast are secretly in love, and this is their secret rendezvous technique? Belfast left her room so happily just now!" the room fell into a silence broken only by Laffey's whimsical idea. The other shipgirls exchanged amused glances.
Ayanami finally burst into laughter. "Oh, Laffey, that's a wild one even for you! But who knows, maybe they're just having a super-speedy tea party?" The speculation continued with raucous laughter, each ship girl concocting their humorous theory about Enterprise and Belfast's mysterious corridor antics. The truth might remain hidden, but it had certainly added a touch of comedy to their day.