"How do I get this blonde shit off of me?"
No matter how much Ruby rubbed, patches of the blonde hair dye Weiss used stuck to her palms. For the better part of this trip, Ruby had assisted Weiss, something that she later regretted. The issue with dyeing hair was that the longer the hair, the longer it took for the whole process to complete. A few times she had to excuse herself to eat dinner with her family, but thankfully they didn't ask her about her new cabinmate.
"You have to wash it off, over time. Odd, the few times I dyed my hair before in Atlas didn't seem to be this sticky, might be the humidity here." A few more edits to her outfit, and face, along with a pair of fake glasses she had suspiciously ready, the only similarity to Weiss Schnee were now her eyes, but even that could be written off as a coincidence.
"You dyed your hair before in Atlas?" Ruby asked, allowing herself to be curious this time. It wasn't every day that you talked to one of the richest people on Remnant.
"Yes, a few times but usually never blonde. If you found yourself cooped up in some estate the size of a city block or two, even you may begin to explore alternative ways to alleviate the cold and lonely atmosphere. Yours truly has even snuck out to Atlas itself, usually under the cover of night, don't tell my sister, she would mandate a bodyguard to be with me if she ever found out."
"Wouldn't that be your father?"
Weiss smiled, it wasn't natural. "Oh…he…doesn't quite care. He has Whitley, my younger brother, as his true heir now. What I do is not his concern anymore." Ruby got the message and didn't ask any further. She had her own family matters to worry about.
"...right. We should be close to Port Royale. Do you need a copy of my charts or do you have your own-"
"I bought a miniature CTPS system a few days ago, it also has a function for small vessels. Obviously, neither of us are small, but for crossing the sea to Anima it should be sufficient. I was going to use it for sailing around Vale, however this is much more exciting! Wait, do you not use one?"
"No. I never needed one." She relied on tried and true sea charts, instead of something that needed a constant connection to the CCT towers, though it was also partly due to paranoia that she could be tracked by it.
"They…don't cost that much, roughly as much as a good utility speedboat-have you just been using charts this entire time?! We aren't in the Great War anymore."
"Which one?" Remnant had a Great War, but it was far from the Great War in her old world.
"You know. I would give you mine but I prefer to rely on something that is actually updated regularly. We seem to be arriving in Port Royale soon anyways, why don't you try and get one there before we get underway?"
"I will pass. Stick to the plan, it will work." The 'plan' was to set sail under the cover of darkness a fair distance away from Port Royale. She was sure the city and local authorities would be very surprised and annoyed at two capital warships appearing in their local harbour in broad daylight. This gave them exactly a few hours for her to stock up on provisions and get everything else ready before the crossing.
True to her word, they began pulling into Port Royale Central, the final destination on this route. Checking her watch, they still had roughly an hour or two until sunset, smaller towns like this closed their shops earlier, and thus they had to move quickly. Grabbing her luggage, she checked if the hallway was clear first, before turning to her…ally. "Just follow the plan. If all goes well, we will check in using our ship radio at midnight, using the same frequency I gave you."
"You could also just send a message using the Hellcat I gave you if you're that concerned about radio silence…"
"...only if needed. Enjoy Port Royale in the meantime, you wanted to explore more of Vale, no?"
"And I'm doing it alone again, yippee…" Unfortunately, circumstances dictated that it was necessary. Heading out of their cabin and splitting into opposite directions, Ruby headed out onto the platform to find her family. It seemed that she was the last one out, the others were already there and waiting.
"Heya Rubes! That was sweet, did you know First Class means that you have a dedicated butler or something? I had like three-I mean, I only had one strawberry sunrise-"
"I heard you order the three of them, Yang. Your quota for this trip has been used up as far as I'm concerned." Her father plainly said, ignoring the look of despair on her sister's face. "Anyways, we all had a pleasant trip here all things considered, I could get used to travelling like this…"
"Yeah…I half expected a flock of nevermores to show up, guess I do get some 'good' luck every once in a while. If only I could convince Glynda to let me take these every once in a while, it'd do wonders for morale. The complimentary booze in the bar was also welcome, how 'bout you Ruby? I heard you talking to your cabinmate, make a friend that quickly?"
Resisting the urge to kick his knees, Ruby shook her head. "We were exchanging pleasantries, that was all. Besides, isn't train travel one of the safest forms of it? You are statistically more likely to be ambushed by Grimm by driving than on a train." The rankings for travel safety, from least to most likely to be attacked were somewhere around: rail, air, sea and finally, by road, with the rate for the last one higher the further you were from larger settlements.
"Never say never, kid. Did you see our Huntsmen defence team? They look like fresh grads, wouldn't have done jack to an actual horde attack."
"That's why they're probably here, Qrow. All the veterans are taking up the most dangerous routes, but I shouldn't get into that now. So, Ruby, where to next?"
"Dinner and provisions, the journey will take roughly four days and three nights. Assuming we don't run into any merchant vessels on the way, we will get to Argus without issue. I heard there was a Mistralian quarter in Port Royale, we should start there." Mistralian cuisine was something they were all used to, even if her father's grasp on the finer points of cooking was questionable sometimes. Vale itself often served some heavily altered version of it, catered to local Valean tastes, it was only during her trips to Mistral that Ruby got to taste the authentic stuff. Except for that one time they ordered a comically sized bowl of Ramen during their last visit, she was certain that wasn't 'authentic' by any stretch of the word.
With no disagreements, they set off for the Mistralian quarter, a shame they had to leave so quickly considering the historic nature of this town, but they weren't here for vacation. They had a bandit clan to find.
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As it turned out, finding the Mistralian quarter was relatively simple. Port Royale was not a very 'tall' town by most standards, so they just had to follow the giant paifang that stood out from the skyline. It wasn't too surprising, most trade between Vale and Mistral was conducted through here, with rail links leading to the rest of Sanus being the most important factor. Thus, even before the Great War began, this port was a focal point for contact between the two continents. However, times changed, and as airship transport became more common, the importance of Port Royale diminished, thus forcing them to turn towards other forms of revenue. Case in point…
"I think this is just a tourist attraction."
"Oh gee, ya think? Whatever, Tai, let's just get some food and go, the sooner we get to Mistral, the better quality food we'll get."
Walking further in, Qrow was indeed correct, this place had more Valean tourists than Mistralians. Just like the Mistralian quarter in Vale itself, by now it had turned into something which catered towards Valeans rather than Mistralians. Unfortunate, but they could try and get the 'secret' menu in those restaurants if they asked nicely in one of them. At the centre of the street, there was a stone monument erected in the middle, out of curiosity and its similarity to the one in Vale's old town, Ruby went to take a closer look.
"What does this say…" She leaned in for a closer look and immediately frowned.
"Rubes? What are you looking at?" Her family caught up to her, and she decided reading the inscription aloud was sufficient enough of an answer.
"This monument is dedicated to the…Mistralian settlers killed during the Port Royale massacre at the start of the Great War…."
"Ah…"
"Woah, that got dark real fast…"
"Yeah, after the war started a lot of the towns on eastern Sanus which had Mistralian populations didn't take to them very well."
In Iron Blood's possessions in the Far East, similar events happened in the Dragon Empery's lands. Though it was before Ulrich was built, that event was enough for the minor faction to distance itself from Azur Lane for a few decades, giving Iron Blood ample opportunity to stretch its influence on the region. They were just one of many factions back then in the region, all seeking to stake their claim on the idea of 'empire'.
"And now, it is a tourist attraction, how fun. We're moving on, I do not know when the shops will close tonight." Unlike the shops in many of Mistral's towns where they opened into late at night, much of Vale's establishments began to close after sundown. It was why they usually went back to Mistral during the New Years, when the festive atmosphere was keenly felt in comparison to Patch's quietness.
"Hang on for a moment, let's give a quick prayer for the deceased. We are going back to Anima soon, and we are a Mistralian family by blood, even if we live on Patch." Her father clasped his hand in prayer, a traditional gesture to offer prayer for the deceased. Ruby followed along, in the family shrine back in Patch she had done this for the Xiao Long family's ancestors, as well as her mother. Even in this age of technology, faith and belief were not in short supply by any means, it was the case here, as it was the case in her old world.
"May your bravest find themselves in Vallhalla's warm halls." Ruby gave an Iron Blood prayer of her own, traditionally said to honour the deceased who fell in battle.
"Hm? What did you say, Ruby?" Yang asked, from her perspective, she heard her little sister mutter in an unknown language.
"A simple Iron Blood prayer, for the deceased to find solace in Óðinn's halls. Ah, sorry, he is the…chief deity in the Gods Iron Blood believes in, the majority anyways." The southern part of Iron Blood followed the faith of the one true God, while the north followed the Old Gods; it was also what the Iris Libre and Sardegna Empire believed in. The Royal Navy and the Eagle Union also believed in the same God, however, their practices were different from theirs, they had no Pope to lead their faithful for example. Weiss had a necklace with a cross earlier, but neither of them talked about faith. In the eyes of those faithful, Ruby was probably a heathen.
Though it made for an odd dynamic in her nation's armed forces. The Iron Blood Army primarily followed the One True God, however, the Navy primarily followed the Old Gods, one could imagine the tension the two organizations had sometimes.
"So…you still follow that religion or…" Qrow asked, somewhat awkwardly.
"You could say it is a cultural practice, not that I am one to say what people should believe in. But yes, if I do follow any religion…I follow the wisdom of the Old Gods. Even if I am the only one who knows of them on Remnant." Perhaps the other Kansen she parted ways with earlier was in a similar boat, but that required asking her about it in a personal manner, which was not in Ruby's plans anytime soon.
"Well…in that case, why don't you make an offering before we go? Assuming that is a thing in what you believe, is it?" Her father suggested, and Ruby found the idea unnecessary. Before she could respond, however, she heard a pair of Ravens cawing at her from the paifang , anything she was about to say died instantly.
"...fine, we will do an offering. Making an offering to Aegir will bless the sea journey for us." The Jotunn was the standard that most sailors prayed to for safe travels, not to be confused with the other Aegir who was a Kansen, though she did not have a lack of sailors praying to her either in Iron Blood; for entirely different reasons.
"Great! So, what do you need to do it? I'm not sure if this town has what you need but we can make do-"
"I require a live chicken, a bowl for blood, strong ale and an onion. As well as honey if they have it. Preferably natural, not industrially processed."
Her father, uncle and sister all deadpanned at her, perhaps desperately hoping she was making a joke. The silence stretched on for a dozen seconds until she sought to clarify something.
"The onion can be substituted with other root vegetables if need be."
"...yeah, we're not concerned about the onion, Ruby." Her uncle said plainly, taking a step back as she glared at him.
They asked about Iron Blood practices, and Ruby gave them exactly what they wanted, why were they looking at her weirdly?
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In the end, they went with a modified ritual which required no animal sacrifice after much back and forth. Ruby didn't know what they were complaining about, the chicken would have been used in their meal later that night, so all they did was leave the killing of the animal to the butcher instead. Perhaps it may have been a slight to the Gods, but so far their sailing seemed to be uneventful. They successfully boarded a tender, rode far out of Port Royale's harbour, got on the main ship without being detected, and were now cruising parallel to the main shipping lanes.
Unfortunately, that didn't solve Ruby's new crew having their own opinions on what 'activities' were available for them on this journey.
"What do you mean these aren't free? They're sitting right here!"
The last time her family visited her vessel, she managed to steer them clear away from the slop chest. This time around, however, her uncle managed to spot the decorated part of the ship from the end of one hallway, thus forcing her to take them there. Just like Roman and the twins from a few days ago, she was not extending the 'free' privilege to anyone, including her family.
"These are not free. I will accept payment for them, only lien mind you."
"What? Oh, I get it, is this stuff like, limited? If so, then I guess it makes sense for us to pay-"
"No, they…come back after a while." The cigar Torchwick paid for also came back by now, Ruby didn't know how it worked but the full thing was now present in the shop, as if no one had ever taken it.
"So…why can't we just take a few? I mean, think of it as a chance for us to learn about your new cultural background." Qrow said, Ruby did not ignore him leaning ever closer to the spirit cabinets.
"It is the principal of the slop chest, if I gave out for free, what is stopping you from just asking me for everything?"
"That doesn't sound like a bad thing, Rubes, you know how much this stuff can cost in Patch?! Like these…chocolate thingies, why are they next to the medicine?" Yang held up a richly decorated package, the fact that it was written in Iron Blood meant that she couldn't understand it did not just refer to chocolate. Quickly taking it from her hand, Ruby slotted it neatly back into the cupboard, ignoring her protests.
"For your information, that isn't just chocolate. How did that thing even get here? Shouldn't it be in the Army's possession?" Ruby muttered, but decided against No, listen, some of these things are not quite fit for human consumption, there are some Kansen-only products mixed in here, therefore if you do want anything, I will need to vet it first."
"What do you mean by not fit for human consumption?" The case of an Eagle Union sailor mistaking Oxy-Cola for its civilian version came to mind, and she exaggerated the results for good measure.
"Probable death." Despite the unsettled looks her family now had, the Eagle Union sailor in question did not pass away, however, he was hospitalized for a few months. It prompted Iron Blood to enact new laws mandating warning labels on products meant for Kansen use, so not a completely stupid scenario.
"Enough of that for now, it is getting late, and I need to settle you in. For simplicity's sake, you are now my crew, and therefore are my responsibility. For now, however, we shall head to your rooms for the next few days. Come, you do not want to get lost in here."
Along the way, they passed through multiple decks, including the area where the mess hall and other important areas such as the medical bay. That also came with the question of who was exactly sailing while they were down here, but Ruby had an answer ready for that this time. Passing by the enlisted bunk area, Yang peeked in and had a horrified expression.
"Don't tell me we're going to be sleeping here for the next three days…"
"You could choose to do that. However, I believe you would much rather prefer the rooms for senior officers instead. If I was a…normal vessel, there would normally be dozens of sailors all resting here at the same time." A ship her size for four people was exorbitant, literally too big for all of them. The total space here was enough to fit their house a hundred times over. That wasn't even counting the luxuries present, such as the sauna and cinema room, she debated opening up the beer garden as well for this journey, but such a thing could be saved for the return trip.
"A sausage fest then? Got it. So…your regular Navy guy slept here, while the officers got the nice beds? And they were often here for months at a time? Why would anyone willingly join the Navy?" For that, Ruby had no answer for her, but it seemed that her uncle did.
"That goes for the Army too, by the way, if you ever see Atlas's headmaster, do me a favour and ask him that question. See what kinda crap about 'doing your duty' and 'honour' he spews out."
"Are you and James still fighting? I thought you two made up years ago!" Her father asked, despite feigning interest, Ruby was very curious as to how he knew of the Atlesian General and headmaster. They certainly never mentioned this to them before…
"Yeah, we made up. Then he became General, that's when we didn't. That's what you get for retiring from fieldwork, you miss out on all the juicy gossip."
"If that's the kind of gossip you get on without me, then I'll consider it a blessing…Ruby, why are you looking at us like that?"
"How do you know the Headmaster of Atlas Academy? First, you know Ozpin, and then you know Ironwood as well-"
"We're also friends with Headmaster Lionheart of Haven and Theodore in Shade, there's a lot of stuff we haven't told you two. Let's just say that when you get to our level as Huntsmen, you sort of know all the big names in the industry. Though not all of them do get along all the time…" Her father muttered at the end, Ruby could infer some internal politics at play here, which was par for the course in running all of Remnant's major academies.
"...so theoretically, you could have also gotten me into any of the four academies just by knowing-" Yang asked, only for her father to shut down that line of thought immediately.
"No, bad! Guānxì cannot be used that way! Besides, you still got into Beacon-"
"Yeah, after I spent frickin' forever with my cover letter! Didn't you hear my cries of pain?!"
"I helped you with those!"
Her uncle cleared his throat, deliberately. "Ahem, actually, Tai, I did. I had Glynda look them over, she instantly knew you helped to write them. Wouldn't have gotten her into any academy with writing like that, just saying."
"What the-you said you'd keep that a secret!"
"You got into Beacon, secret's out. Look, as long as you don't forge transcripts or anything, Beacon will probably accept anyone based on fighting ability alone. As well as a few good references by two former alumni and current Huntsmen. And you, firecracker? You have that in spades. Ruby too, if she ever wanted to change careers-"
"Say that again and I will throw you overboard. I thought we were over this by now."
"Yeah, but now that I know you have all this." Qrow knocked on the steel walls with his fist, "You could be the first Huntress to use artillery as their weapon. The big kind too, not the peashooter grenade launchers. Give it a thought, just another option for ya, we never did quite get over the career survey you did a few weeks ago."
"And we shall continue to ignore it until I graduate Signal. Now, here are your quarters. Pick any that you want, just don't open the windows when the seas are alive, you do not want to wake up by seawater flowing in."
She allowed her family to get settled in. The sensation of having actual people inside her vessel was something quite odd, but in some sense, it was part of her original design. Why else would each Kansen have their crew quarters still intact? Logic dictated that the extra space should be used for more weaponry or storage for ammunition, but no, all the same amenities that manned vessels had, so did the Kansen. Otherwise, they were rejected as designs completely by their physics-defying Wisdom Cube.
While they did that, she excused herself by going back up to the bridge. The journey took another few minutes, such as the result of having such a large vessel. Once inside, she made her way to the radio, powering it on manually. If she was using her rigging, this would have been automatically done, inefficient, but necessary when transporting people. Tuning it to the right frequency, she opened the channel.
"Check. Yorktown. Check. Come in, over." They had agreed to refer to their old names for these radio checks, and also in language of the Royal Isles. No one on Remnant spoke it, so it was just an added layer of security. She waited for a few moments longer, but there was still no response.
"Check. Come in. Scheduled updates, now." Despite being more forceful this time, all she received was static. Ruby was about to call into it again, before feeling someone suddenly on the bridge with her. Powering off the long-range radio, she quickly turned around, only to find Uncle Qrow of all people now on her bridge, seeming very lost. It should have been impossible for him to sneak up here, even if he was a veteran Huntsman, so how did-
"Uh, hey. I was going to use the shower but I realised we didn't get shampoo earlier, you wouldn't happen to have any in that shop of yours for human use?"
"How did you…never mind, you should not be up here." She moved to start ushering her uncle out, only for him to be slippier than anticipated.
"Oh hey, come on! I haven't been to this part of you-never mind, not going there. I mean this part of your ship yet. What are you doing here anyway? Didn't you say you could sail this thing in your sleep?"
"Yes, I was just checking on some navigational charts, we are on the right course if you want to know. Since you're here, however, you can watch me finish doing my final checks…all that is left is a simple radar functionality test." Ruby lied through her teeth, there was no need for a radar functionality test. She knew by heart if her radar was broken, no need for a functionality check. However, she pretended to go through the motions of flicking switches, just to seal the act. When leaving Port Royale she had hers switched off, this was standard practice just in case any scanners were looking for signals to trace back. She was supposed to turn it back on at sea, but dealing with her family took priority, and thus forgot about it until now.
"Help me watch the radar, if it does a full rotation normally a few times, that means it is working flawlessly." Giving her uncle something to do, she went back into the radio room and haphazardly sent out a code using Morse, hoping the other Kansen would get the idea and not launch a fighter squadron to find her or anything drastic like that. As soon as she finished the message, however, she heard her uncle's call from outside.
"Hey, Ruby? Is this thing supposed to have a dot on the side?"
Dropping everything, she rushed out of the radar room, and at the screen. Glueing her eyes to it, she felt the radar signature come back, as a positive. Bearing ninety degrees, she stared at it one more time and found that the dot was moving parallel to her. Even worse, it was big, about the size of a large warship.
"Alright kiddo, I might not be a radar expert, but that dot means something is probably close to us, right?"
Lying was not going to do her good here, and she nodded in affirmation. If this was Weiss's idea of 'shadowing' her, then perhaps she needed a reminder to be out of artillery range. Her secondaries began to rotate. From the bridge, all they heard was a low hum, but it should have been felt all across her vessel. Again, she hoped Weiss got the message: She wasn't going to fire those guns but instead use them to deceive.
"Probably a cargo ship. It doesn't seem to have spotted us, but I'll keep guns trained on it just in case. We'll have to slip away, quietly. Damn it, I thought this lane was void of merchant vessels, so how did-"
"Ruby. I don't think that's a cargo ship." Qrow a hand on her shoulders, his expression entirely serious.
"Could you do me a favour and use those searchlights on the dot?"
She frowned, such a thing would immediately expose Weiss to them. "And expose us to them? No, we will quietly slip away-"
"Just do it, kiddo. If I'm wrong, I'll go sober for this entire trip." Her uncle did not seem to be letting it go. Inhaling a deep breath, she pointed the searchlight deliberately downwards to not expose the flight deck. With luck, she could wave her off as a cargo ship or something similar from that distance. Only turning on one searchlight, instead of the steel grey hull Ruby was familiar with, she found something that appeared to be…
"Is that an iceberg?" From her point of view, the searchlights reflected large white spikes protruding out from the sea. Upon closer inspection, however, the white spikes were moving along the waves, cutting through the water similar to tuna. Only except, tuna were never that big.
Instincts kicked in, and all four of her main batteries began to rotate as well, this time the sound reached the bridge quite easily. All external doors immediately slammed shut, including the one into the bridge. Ruby had started general quarters without a crew, but it didn't matter, for there was a Grimm the size of a warship just on her starboard-
"Wait, Ruby! Don't shoot it!"
Her AP shells were already loaded, and now her uncle was telling her to hold? Turning around, she did not stop zeroing her main batteries as she looked at him fiercely, but he seemed to have an answer readily waiting for her. "Listen to me, I trust you to sail and operate this thing, however, now you need to trust me. That thing out there? It isn't a regular Grimm, it's what we Huntsmen call an Elder Grimm, they won't attack without good reason, and you shooting it is giving that thing all the reason to turn around and sink us."
Ruby did not falter, all of her training in Ulrich's memories screamed to begin firing, however, her uncle's desperate tone was enough for her to hesitate. "...what is that thing?"
"Most definitely a Leviathan, namesake of the Leviathan-class Grimm. Like how warships have classes, Grimm have their own. To put it in terms you understand, it is a super-duper-do not fuck with-battleship. There have only been a dozen sightings of the thing in the last few decades, and each time, there weren't that many survivors left to tell the tale. I, preferably would like us to live and tell the tale over a drink many years from now. Can you do that for me, kiddo?"
"So what do you want me to do? Wait until it comes around to sink us?!"
"I want you to wait, and observe. If, and only if it decides that we are a nuisance, then you can start shooting. And believe me, you better shoot everything you've got at it. "
Ruby held her fire, with one command, and an entire salvo of AP shells could rain down on the large beast. A minute passed, then two, and before the third minute ticked down, it began to swim away from them. The dot on their radar moved ever further away…just to be safe, however, she activated her sonar.
"Sonar also shows clear signs…we are clear…" The main turrets were still aimed at the Leviathan's general direction, but it was increasingly clear that it did swim away.
"The last sighting was back when I was a fourth year in Beacon, somewhere near Argus by an old fisherman. We all thought he was insane, well, it turns out he was probably right after all."
"Huh, then that was some bad luck we had, running into such a legendary creature…" Qrow choked as soon as she mentioned 'bad luck', but quickly recovered after a swig from his flask.
"Yeah, gonna need some more of that tonight. I always said they didn't know what's out there; I should've taken a picture to rub in Ozpin's face. Ruby, get some sleep tonight, yeah? Like you said, it's a one-in-a-million chance to run into that thing. Guess we lucked out this time."
Qrow turned to leave, evidently having had enough excitement for a day. Before he could exit, however, Ruby had a question for him. "Why have I never learned of this in school or on television? A Grimm of that size should be a public concern at the very least."
In truth, she had a probable answer to that question already, and her uncle just confirmed it. "Showing giant Grimm to everyone even Huntsmen don't wanna mess with? That'll do wonders to keep out negative emotions, I don't agree with it, but hey, what's an average Joe like me to do? I'm going to go tell the others what happened, don't take too long up here."
With that, Qrow left the bridge, Ruby made sure he was back on the lower decks before relaxing. Under normal circumstances, she could feel approximately where people were on her ship based on the things they interacted with. For example, Yang and her father were frantically trying to get upstairs to see what was going on, but navigating this ship proved to be a tougher challenge than initially thought.
"Hm? Is this…" Crouching down, she spotted a black object on the ground illuminated by the moonlight, upon further inspection, it was the feather of a bird. It was dark black, meaning it could belong to a bird such as crows or ravens, however, the question was how such a thing managed to get on board. Dumping it in the bin, she chalked it up to someone dragging it on, or the wind blew it here from a passing bird.
Powering on the radio again, this time she could hear another voice on the frequency, long after she was supposed to check-in.
"Ulrich?! Come in! There is a giant Leviathan-class Grimm-"
"It's gone, Yorktown. You're late."
"Oh…I mean, at least I didn't get discovered…?"
By the end of this trip, Weiss getting discovered was going to be the least of her concerns.
AN:
I don't know where else to put this but remember back in Vol 5 when they all got back together (except Blake), they had some 'Mistralian' food? It was one giant bowl of Ramen, comically sized. I found that ridiculous and honestly kind of stereotyping. Of all the things they could have chosen to animate, that seemed to be a very odd choice. I guess they were trying to save on animating. Way to go, RT, your Texan heritage really does shine through here. Yes, I just needed to mention it, since no one else did online.
Anyways, the 'Panzerschokolade' is referenced here, but as a responsible Historian, I should mention there is no evidence such a thing ever existed. The Third Reich did use large amounts of Methamphetamine products such as Pervitin in civilian and military use, but no evidence suggests that it was ever distributed in the form of candy. Just an FYI.
Be civil in the comments below, and have a wonderful Spring Festival! Heaven knows I'll be busy with my dozens of family members…