Notes

Sigh, Having to deal with stuff and be with friends hits hard. again. as is having dad coming over at some point.

Now that I am trying to adjust to any improvements Vestal could give me. I remember Comet, back during the first several chapters when she was part of the fleet that found me. But at the same time expectations are also made for me in a shakedown cruise all while I am still trying to come up with ways to worm around and into Azur lane's classified secrets. as well as trying to train myself in secret whenever possible.

For the first time, ESP-like abilities in the form of a Sixth sense. a guy who has no combat experience outside of video games and a developed mindset. Digital ultracompact computers and electronically controlled steam boilers will be pitted against a reincarnation of one of World war 2's famous carriers in the form of the Grey ghost with sheer experience and stubbornness against even deadly SHORAD defenses. Will Enterprise do much to hinder me or will her effects be only slight at best?

Well. Laffey out! If you did like this, please try to leave a review about where the story should go and your analysis regarding my current situation!

"Hello?"-Someone speaking/'Hello'?-Norfolk's thoughts or Radio comms/Hello?-?

"Worse of all, if there is a war, after being forced into fighting it through no choice of your own, no one will really give a crap about your life. You are classified as a military combatant and you dying is par for the course. Enemy kills civilians, it's a war crime and morally indefensible. Enemy kills you? Meh. Too bad, you have a rifle in your hands. Not like a rifle can protect me from a missile anymore than civilians in the comfort of their homes."-Unknown

Day 7-10. A entire week of so after arriving to a home chain of command

I took a deep breath before i made my way to the mess hall. balancing around the tray of food I got for myself as i stepped in. It was far less packed than the last time I saw inside. Where there would have been Repulse. cruisers and several destroyers, now there were only just a few. The wallpapers and design reminded me of school cafeterias. which made me wonder if they really thought morale was a big problem with shipgirls.

Sitting just several meters away with her side to me was Comet. I paused, just yawning as I mulled over what I could say to her. I guess that depended on how she felt about me being caught up for what amounted to several days. I saw Comet twist so she could look back at me and my eyes fluttered. I tried to smile at her cutely, but it vanished when she snapped her head forward again. bored.

...Looks like Comet must still remember me.

Well. Might as well take the chance and try to apologize to her. Truthfully, try to be careful with the half-lies here. Sure. I might wind up losing what little bonds I've built up toward her. but it would be better than the pain I end up inflicting when the truth came out if i fabricated it to her face. Worse that could happen here was that she would just be more neutral toward me instead of being disappointed.

"Hey... Comet." I said softly. taking a fwe steps forward. She made a noise of acknowledgement and actually turned her head so that she was glancing at me in the corner of her one eye. I snorted but pressed forward. "I uh. brought some food because I was h-hungry." I set the tray down as I took a seat opposite to her. Thank christ that being a girl, I had far more room and freedom to wiggle around with than if i had been a guy myself. otherwise i would have been hauled out at this point.

When she and I didn't react for about a minute. I sighed and slouched over with my head on the edge of the table. "I..." I started. "N-Name's Norfolk... but I know I forget about you a bit..." She turned her head toward me . That's definitely what she was picking up on. I was sort of hoping it wasn't.

"I am Comet. C-Class destroyer, Norfolk chan..." Her tone was off. she was not genki-girl of upbeat like she did with her quotes. She was just... sad? I can't guess.

"I am not going to make excuses. Comet-chan, that I g-got super busy or something like it... I just got caught up i-in the feeling of being among Dorsetshire. that I am not a heavy cruiser and getting myself in order and..." I finished with a sigh. Even I am not good when it comes to being a acquaintances. Am I? "There's no other way to say it... but I ended up forgetting about you somewhat."

"That's okay..." Comet let out what sounded like a sad noise and looked at my eyes again. I didn't feel good admitting it. But Comet's probably smart enough to have figured it out already. The confirmation must have hurt more for her.

"I am not going to ask for forgiveness... I am not a good flagship, even If I am a heavy cruiser. but that doesn't excuse my poor... performance. I should've checked up on how you were doing instead of just... vanishing for nearly a week." I said. my face giving off a mopey look. the sixth sense feedback only added to my negative emotions. "Maybe I try to be better. It's all i can say. I come by and visit. If they let me, maybe I can hang out with you."

With that said. I leaned forward to try and touch Comet, but when my hand made contact she didn't react. Either it must have left a deeper impact on her than i thought. Or it's lingering reflexes from well. being unpopular and having your popularity hogged up by Cygnet. Knowing how many things tended to go wrong back then, it was probably the former.

I stood up and took my leave. she wasn't receptive. and I wasn't going to get too up in her turbines. "J-just give me some time." I said. before finishing my meal in relative silence and making for the door. When I left the room, Vestal was standing there. and after taking a look at my slightly down face. she frowned, she put a hand on my shoulder as I walked by. "Comet sometimes is like that with everyone, you know. I don't think it's personal."

I shook my head. "B-But what if I messed up?" I said simply. "I want to take a nap..."

Vestal gave my head a soft pat much to my shivering. "Just remember that you've got to be at the docks." She said. I still needed shakedown and performance testing after all. "We've still give you a shakedown test to see how many improvements we did on your overhaul."

"Ahm... I be there." I sighed. feeling my belly twisting. maybe napping off my constant yawning and short sleeping would help me better.

...Geez. I fucked up. just like that one time.

I felt better when I woke up. mainly because I decided that after whatever this shakedown cruise was. I was going to try and keep Comet or Repulse company, Vestal sounds overworked already if her drunken ramblings during the party was anything to go by. She could use the extra set of hands looking after someone else so she could focus on... other things? and once I was on a halfway decent footing with Comet or bond with Repulse. I was going to walk to Blake's office. Pretend to be lost when in reality I was eavesdropping. Map out the base for any possible pressure sensors and security measures and after that, once i've sufficiently developed my esoteric powers. try and steal what secret information I can about the origins of shipgirls.

On the last point. I noted. Azur Lane was doomed to fall apart anyway once the sirens were done with, The major superpowers would no doubt like to go back to petty rivalries and proxy wars and using built-up trust to gather intel on each other and the immediate disbanding of all supranational shipgirl forces back to their national branches. Like myself. And here I don't know if I want to have revenge on them of not for putting me through such torture and pointless swearing of loyalty.

And if i was discovered... Well, who knows how long it was going to be before they set off a Cataclysm Resonance Cascade-level event and end up honking off a bunch of entities they should not have woken up from their slumber. either that, or accidentally set off some old magical or Sailor Cosmos or some other god-level programming in me that would lead to me undergoing Ascension beyond my control and killing everyone in Second Impact all because they tried to analyze and learn from me.

I am not a human anymore either. And at some point the amount of fucks and swearing as a response mechanism to what just happened needs to end... It could have been far more worse if I ended up as a transcendent mutant instead of a Kansen who was. in a manner of way speaking. transcended already with her ability to access magic and designated supposed super-heroine with the whole magical girl icon. despite the severe lack of knowledge about actually knowing how to use stuff. let alone what she was playing with.

I had survived a week in this world to boot. oh, sure. the work is boring as hell. and the quirks of the Kanmusus/Kansens here once you get to see them in real life and not on a phone screen quickly became annoying to your nerves... But i wasn't being shot at or anything and I had it better than some poor enlisted bastard hotbunking with a gay dude not knowing if he will ever get to live another day. I still didn't know everything. How did I get here. anyway?

Speaking of which, I should try buying some books on DND and Harry potter magic systems and read them. hell. even anything to read about Touhou. homebrews. The Force. or interpreting the Sailor moon novels and how their attacks were described. Given how I was effectively capable of ultra-flexibility and able to learn extra-franchise abilities. there is no reason to suggest why I wouldn't be able to learn something like mindreading and far more. Ultimately, the main limitation here was if they could be 'allowed' in a sense or if they were useful for me instead of going against my role as a battleship. or as a solution to a problem that didn't exist yet and my own creativity.

You can't just brute-force your way in into the Pentagon or MI6. even If i was wielding Mami or Nanoha-levels of firepower. it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that was not foreign ops. and once they put together the strange damage caused by energy weapons. appearance and clothes, it could all be traced back to me. and at that point. god knows what happened to me. But Tactical Electrostatic EMP pulses that bypassed physical shielding and hardening. screwing up cameras and making myself disappear in a meatbag's vision using subtle mind-control along with hovering above the ground and hijacking security lock mechanisms with Magic? Now that was much more viable.

Even if I am the last person qualified for this job given my preference to use firepower and shock over being subtle as hell. probably failing mental tests with considerable eccentricity and a tendency to get sad. sometimes just lay in bed and be down. trapped in the body of Norfolk with some (?) genes mixed in from Homu or Nano-chan and Alsace. I was not a hero. or some savior of the world. but I wasn't going to give up on this when it involved such a rude secret to the point that everyone was trying to conceal and cover it up, and the test of my true limits to their full potential.

My superhuman sixth sense told me I had been thinking for a few minutes as I headed toward the docks. Internally, I made a note to myself to start mapping out The Doughnut and any locations holding GSA-Approved security containers. More than likely I would have to hit possibly DAPRA and a whole bunch of government agencies if they were really this worried about the origins of Kansens. as happened with the Lenticular defense missile's distant descendant being so classified that not even the US's top military and civilian space planners knew.

Repulse was just watching me when I exited the building and arrived at the docks. Vestal was already out in the water and from this distance I still made out a questioning look on her face as I approached. taking a quick look around, I reached out again with the Light of my Spirit and felt that I was supposed to be practicing on designated gunnery target markers. A few more buoys were placed in order to create navigation and handling courses. and I made out a pattern that denoted their track. Enterprise was also out there, flight deck on her right arm and bow not deployed yet. Eagle also sat out there in the distance.

Shakedown cruise. mixed in with AA? Now that's my style of high-energy practice!

On the other hand. I wonder how i ended up as some manifestation of a waifu instead of being Always Planning Ahead TM Harem Who Manages To Tame Yanderes Who In Reality Would Kill You commander. how did that even happen... I mean, at least I have beams and utility abilities capable of wrecking crap if I used them right. but my mind wouldn't help but amuse itself with the thought given I had done TG/TF stuff in the past.

I didn't bother waiting for anyone to tell me to do it while I suppressed a snicker. Not even Z23 was here to drill me. Instead I gained a bit of distance before summoning my machinery and... I swear Vestal raised a eyebrow at what she was seeing. 'I wonder if she knew of the proposals to turn Jean Bart during her time with the Allies into a battlecarrier. Full fleet carrier and finally Maximum Triple-A platform?'

"I guess you're taking it well." Vestal said. self-defense cannon at the ready. Enterprise silently turned around and sailed off at cruise speed to get into position. No need to power up RADAR yet that might trip off friendly RWRs or freak out the local garrisons here. or end up resorting to my modern cannons instead of my old-but-still-effective WW2 upgrades yet.

"A-A chance to test out this firepower?" I said confidently. "J-Just count on Norfolk!"

Vestal inclined her head forward. furrowing but still keeping the slight smile on her face. That's... Good? according to my inexperienced social skills? "Just because I gave you even more AA on top of your own borderline CIWs and radar-directed fire doesn't mean you can just start charging in like Washington."

As she turned and established radio communication channels I decided to speak up before the explanation could begin. "So..." I wistfully mumbled. accelerating to slow and increasing. "D-do i run the course. open fire on target markers while under air attack from Enterprise and Eagle there?" I signaled with my finger over to where the carriers in question was paying attention to noone in particular.

"Got it on one. Norfolk." The repair ship confirmed. "This is only your first run though, We keep repeating this until I've felt we have enough data on how you respond with your upgrades. okay? Norfolk?"

"W-Works." I said. nodding quietly. "I-I be d-dumb If I said I didn't...need this course?" I finished with a uneasy tone. unable to say anything else. However, my course of action was already decided on. as my Sixth sense flared with warning as my world sharpened and became more hyper-aware. and already my chest was fluttering in a mix of fear and confidence as I fought down my desire to back away.

Weaving between the first and second navigation buoys. I was looking through a Oerlikon's mount eyes like it was my arm. A quick nudge sent a burst of cannon fire into an unfortunate Sea Gladiator. shredding apart a flimsy fabric wing and sending it twirling into another of its fellows. I blinked and shifted to my original view. laying 100mm guns on target using Mark 3s and these rangefinders. The rest of this wave was out of gun range, but they were closing rapidly.

Main turrets acquired targets in Optical azimuth and RADAR ranging mode. attempting to process range and feed it into my combat-alert sixth sense and digital computers. I was already gifted for calculating ranges even if it in reality it was just my dynamic psychic senses compensating for my helplessness. Now with RADAR in ranging mode I had dialed in the necessary details at about 70% to half of the time I normally would have needed back when I was working with Shropshire. Now to see if it can come close.

All main batteries fired a salvo of large-caliber shells in Type A Electric ignition mode at the target markers directly some distance away from me. I watched impassively as splashes were confirmed. complete with the blurry and imprecise reflections on my Mark 3 RADAR displays. For a brief moment, I wondered if the VHF set would be useful for VLO aircraft of not.

I discarded that nice but impractical thought in an instant and reached out again with my psychic abilities. touching them for an instant and then getting a distant and inaccurate general sense of direction where they were. in the same way an Ant communicated and tasted with its antennas.

It was a interesting passive inherent ability. I'll admit that much, The ability to sense and 'visualize' the world in a wireframe way even If i closed my eyes and of course uncannily sense incoming weapons fire and hostile intentions in the form of an uneasy feeling. along with a form of influencing my projectiles in a form of semi-guidance was something I could easily exploit if needed. I would have continued firing on the target markers. maneuvering and micromanaging when something caught my attention.

Multiple VHF RADAR and Optical contacts complete with my warning sixth sense going from paranoia in my chest to now a beep repeating in my mind. A Fighter Squadron of Staffel (Germany) strength and SBDs led by a Wildcat with a distinct signature to my sixth sense with some Skuas following behind.

Enterprise.

Immediately. I began to turnabout my heavy and medium AAA suite at the twin squadrons.

Eight Wildcats. Four SBDs, Seven Skuas. VF-10 'Grim Reapers'. VF-6 and 813/824 Squadron. Only one, or Two was a real threat.

"Focus all fire on the USN aircraft!" With that. I designated the leader as a high priority target.

Digital computers responded. Acknowledgements filled my readouts as I selected the Mark 1 Twins and Mark 2 Quadruples all armed with modern day PFHE while only a few of my 76mm guns were able to traverse in time. A deadly crossfire was created. engulfing the fighters and dive bombers.

'Is this really enough?' I thought to myself. 'Knowing my luck. some of them will get through even if I turned myself into a floating battery with tonnage upon tonnage of 60mm class cannons!'

I swallowed down my worries.

Several orange flashes and puffs of black gray smoke mixed in with a few tracers from 76mms signified that my short-range components of my IADs had scored several victims right off the chopping block and I rather hoped that would be the end of that. But I jinxed myself with my luck.

Surviving wildcats and three SBDs plowed right through. Proximity explosions lighting up at the edge of their effective bursting radius with unnatural handling. behind them, Skuas imitated their patterns. though for most. it had limited success, I ignored them for now and focused on managing the battlespace.

A few tens of Oerlikon barrels were now aimed at them. complete with 40mm L/60 barrels and 76mms. The sheer amount of proximity fuses. contact-action and Time fuses being thrown at Enterprise's fighters was nothing short of incredible. the fact that they keep evading and limiting incoming damage was just amazing. I made a note to record it mentally for later. Perhaps I could recall the weaving and maneuvering patterns of these enemy aircraft units to give an balancing edge?

They now came for an attack run and within optimal effective range of my vintage Bofors. A few mounts claimed over a dozen kills, only for them to run out of non-evading targets. The first surviving one released the bomb. And for a second I froze up seeing my death on top of me, It felt too much like being under pressure by roaming aviation units again. I shook myself out of it, noting how the bomb's trajectory was off target. For all of Enterprise's luck and skills. the bomber had been trying so hard to avoid my PF-fuzed fire that it hadn't been able to sight properly. The bomb missed out into the water nearby. throwing up a column of dyed water.

Some of it got on me, but it was mostly water. I didn't care much. Dyes they can wear off. Hull breaches however won't.

The second and third were met with similar results in the release phase. The sheer volume of proximity fuse explosions and Oerlikon fire coming up at them was throwing off their aim. Bogey two got off worse than the others, suffering a nasty 40mm explosion that just so happened to detonate near the engine. The radial died out, its pistons and rods riddled with too many fragments. Good thing this was just a shakedown test, otherwise I might actually feel unhappy about eviscerating parts of Enterprise's aviation units.

I again extended my mind out toward the carrier in question. Was it just me, or did I just feel a slight furrowing of her eyebrow on her otherwise concentrated face?

No time to dwell on that. I needed to watch out for the second wave as I turned my attention back to the targets on the water. The closest free-floating target now was blown apart by the shattering effect of a 406mm shell. I'll admit to being glad to at least be getting a steady hit rate. but It was also the one closest to me. Knowing me and ballistics, there'd be a noticeable decrease in accuracy as I was forced to start accounting for range factors. I know that's a thing with dispersion. but for me and without laser rangefinding it's more acute.

According to my optics and TV sensors plus battle software. The trajectory of the second wave was predicted to skim along the hull of my ship before attempting to lay down small bombs and suppression fire on my superstructure. The projected paths all posed considerable challenges to even medium AAA systems and would overwhelm the slow reaction times of the heavy 76mm guns.

How fortunate for me that I am a Kanmusu who has Clairvoyance capabilities and a mountain of Cold war era ammunition to go with it. A mountain that needed to be used.

I sighted up the next target slightly further out. main turrets were trained on target. rangefinders were feeding data into my computers, augmented by my psychic abiliies... I pulled the electric triggers metaphorically and fired.

Then I saw the first navigation marker fly past me. That made me realize I needed to turn! I wheeled into as close of a tight early hairpin turn that I could muster without any delay. TV sensors confirmed a splash to the right and noted the bomb that missed the entire size of a barn. Suddenly turning like this had thrown off Enterprise's aircraft and the successive bomb strikes all missed. I took another look at the white-haired fleet carrier and now I do know I am seeing her brow crease in annoyance.

I am actually shredding her ability to project power over long distance and the force projector doesn't like it.

Ahahaha...hahahaheheheh...

And this was repeated for a good while of so. Enterprise or Eagle would send either Dive or torpedo bombers at me while I put up a outright shattering level of accurate AAA fire with the purpose of destruction rather than suppression. The only difference was that the torpedo bombers forced me to change my course in caution, and that was an extra task on top of the mental strain making sure there was nothing dodgy in my rangefinder's measurements. The closer targets were pedestrian to hit. but I was having problems the further they out they got. It became obvious that the Mark 3 resolution is not what i am used to working with. and the amount of clutter from even the tiniest obstacle was giving me a headache.

How trivial it must be that it was nothing more than a expensive hull decoration of a backup. I already had the Zhuks for that purpose

Still, even without direct RADAR tracking or Laser range tracking. My WW2 vintage AAA suite were almost depleting what Enterprise and Eagle were ending up with, several wrecks bobbing around in the water. Of course this wasn't surprising. Since when did the IJN not realize that the Type 96s were a Light AA system. not the medium AA system they forced it into and that they relied on manual eye barrage fire like the British did instead of predictors and directors-

"Uuggguhhh!" I almost yelped in sympathetic pain when I felt a distinctly heavy projectile smash open on the end of my bow and my sixth sense immediately started screaming at me. I started holding my forehead trying to stifle away the pain. thankfully, it wasn't crippling but my processing power went immediately toward trying to see what the source of this newfound development instead of mustering to myself. Turning my head upwards confirmed one dauntless that was leaving and escaping.

I looked at Eagle. who had a slight grin.

Bloody goddamn airpower.

"You dare to insult a multirole fast battleship!?" In the midst of retorting. I sensed more bombs falling toward me. These were all aimed, my mind noted absently. These would land right on the side hull plating and stern. I couldn't do anything as it was, The amount of time required here was too short...

I didn't want to die in a actual combat scenario. I was at the edge of a precipice...

...I chose. Time seemed to slow down around me as my sixth sense immediately went into overdrive, There was no struggle. my waves overriding What was with Will not be and it was. I started pulling a hard turn. energy flooding my mind and rejuvenating my situational awareness. demanding for the outcome to be changed. And so I acted.

The other bombs ended up missing barely as I coasted in next to the final course marker. I grumbled. shaking my head and trying to clear away some of the stimulants that my sixth sense had fed me in a burst. I sensed more chatter and emotions, and I caught Eagle next to Vestal. perhaps not happy about the fact she had wasted her aircraft for nothing.

Yeah of course, try pitting a bunch of subsonic bombers against systems that can compensate for maneuvering targets unlike WW2 and Korean-war directors who couldn't cope with actively maneuvering targets.

I hauled myself out of here and back to my starting point on the docks after having accounted for debris from Enterprise's and Eagle's downed aviation units. Figure I'd at least try to assist them and not force them into searching for any debris and last spotted locations of them going down. Both carriers were landing the last of their remaining deployed forces. Vestal was busy taking notes.

"How... How did you manage to do that? Evading Enterprise's bombers at the last second?" Eagle asked. clearly dumbfounded by what just transpired when for a moment. I reached out and yanked the chances down to its shattered rudders.

"I... I actually don't know." I admitted. still trying to return to a more relaxed and less aggressive stance. "I-It felt like a wave of adrenaline just washed over me. A-And then I just threw myself into a turn without even thinking."

That didn't convince Eagle as Vestal finished up the results. looking up from her clipboard to me. she flashed a smile. "19 out of 30 targets hit. 21 attacked aircraft shot down. 20..." she slowed down. "...Out of 21 bombs dropped. all 12 out of 12 torpedoes avoided. and course completion in five minutes." She listed. "For a first crack at it, You're definitely very gifted or either just lucky even if we took into amount your modern ammunition. Especially with your hit rate on the targets."

"Long range gunnery could use a little more training from you." Eagle commented. changing to a professional tone. "It's still quite sloppy."

"N-No need to repeat to Norfolk." I said, watching the fully intact targets in the distant horizon. "I am actually not very... good at long range ballistics..."

"You'll get the hang of it eventually." Eagle reassured. "All in all though, Even without your fancy modern sensors. You're still coming close to your performance targets!"

"Definitely!" Vestal concurred before looking me dead in the eyes. making me nearly back off in nervousness. "So how do you feel about it?"

"Well?" I said. giving a quick glance to Enterprise. "At least I'm not completely helpless if I am depleted of my electronics... So that's going for it, The radar is still not a full replacement for what I am used to but... It helped with keeping my eyes on everything all while watching my course, ranging accurately and fending off bombers and fighters... Didn't get much chance to hit top speed while maneuvering and the torpedoes I didn't use so I can't say anything about that."

"Well, I've got more tests lined up." Vestal started. flipping her hair in thought. "But those can wait until another day, Right now. with the amount of ordinance you just threw up and no doubt the amount of stress you've went though. I imagine that you're a bit-"

"I want to snack on something!"

"...tired." Vestal finished after I voiced out my thoughts loudly.

I just stretched my legs and gave her a apologizing look. "Even I-I can't handle this nonstop for so long." I ran a hand through my short hair. it still felt weird to me given my parent never liked me having long hair. even if it was shoulder length. Jeez, I looked way too much like a mindless gestalt worker drone you find in the conformal 996 hell countries with these stupid haircuts... But I brought my attention back to the trio.

"Well, come on then!" Vestal started. motioning for me to follow as we both started back toward the bunks. I remembered something that I wanted to say many times before. I looked at her. not paying attention to bumping into anything. "D-Do you think y-you can help out with Comet a bit?" Kaga seemed to turn her attention to use from where she she was standing over. "Y-You seem so busy with the rest of the stuff you do but... Comet doesn't see many exciting things happening. F-Figured you could at least help keep her company."

Vestal's eyebrows furrowed. tilting her head to the side in thought. then she shrugged. "I have a lot of work but I can help out if I do have any free time. Aside from that, I don't see a reason not to take up on that. Just don't become too reliant on me."

Great! I get to spend more time with Comet. or at least she won't be as unhappy now! Hopefully it would help her stay sane!

But for now. I need to clean up after myself and feed myself before starting elsewhere!

Log Entry 3
Name:Norfolk
Class:County Class Norfolk Subclass formerly/Alsace-Class battleship
Under RN Command. Part of Supranational Organization Azur Lane/The United Nations

Can't believe I managed to find a friendly chain of command after all this time. It's been nearly a week and few days in now. and well, While it does have its exciting moments... It can get pretty damn boring at times. and I have to be careful so as not to expose my other secret identity.

Speaking of which, Do you know just how annoying a older sister being crazy all about you can be? Yup. meet Dorsetshire, and for Version 2.0 of that. Meet Portland. How many times did I have to stay away from her because she would prevent me from drawing on my powers without her noticing something was amiss? A few times I had to triple-check everything and track her rough location with psychic powers just so she didn't pose such a immense risk.

Still, Now that I am here. I've been trying to learn as much as I can about Azur lane and what's going on with the world. As I expected. It's a global organization mostly made up of the major superpowers with a EU power in the form of Germany/Ironblood. Even life seems to have imitated art in the form of centralized command, although thankfully the commander himself. Blake Lewis is actually competent and not some perverted fucker. The last thing everyone needed is a massive scandal followed by investigations upon internal investigations.

Also much to noone's surprise. The Royal navy and Iris libre had a huge cat slapfight over my status, Have you ever heard of the Franco-British union? In technical matters I am a Royal navy ship. But if you count my hull construction and general plan as French then I am considered Iris Libre. Their compromise before diplomatic friction escalated? Be under RN command at all times. but deter back to french command in absence. Works well enough for me anyway, since I view religion in the eyes of the beholder-show me what you've got. not some damned random book.

I don't have much information about the Sirens, All I know is that they seem to be the darker and 'evil' counterpart to Azur lane's shipgirls. although I have heard rumors of 'Tester' going around which may imply that their more otherworldly characters are also here... On the upside it does mean I am not involved in bizarre. strange abstract physics-wrecking experiments, But on the other hand. it does mean they have access to some strange computronium-like technology like the Sanctuary. I mean, if Shipgirls can be bought into shape by the simple collective image of humanity... Why can't you do the same for what's pretty much a programmable alloy?

So far, having been drilled through basic training and some history lessons in here. It's pretty alright. so long as you don't see combat action against a Offensive surface fleet made up of Maximum battleships and other heavy-hitting freaks of nature that remind me of Bellator Super Star destroyers. These guys seem a bit smart. at least when it comes to examining what happened to the IJN with their general stupidity of medium AAA and doctrine issues. and raiding of commercial ships can be a serious problem at times... although last I heard, it doesn't seem so bad. even to the point that most shipping companies are operating normally. Aircraft are also nominal and they don't seem intent on ignoring the Geneva conventions-for now.

Still, It's fascinating to see how even just a defensive enemy on the bushfire intensity side of war can change a world. America of course didn't change much, but a few EU countries did get more xenophobic and fearful of outsiders than in the real world. and Japan.. well, You can guess. The one thing I noticed about the UK is that there was more resistance to Brexit because of staying together in the face of a global enemy... but it still passed, Such is offensive realism of Great power politics and unreasonable british revanchism for their empire...

To find out more about Azur lane and any possible connections to a more secretive past. I would need to find and hit their SCI compartmentalized locations and possibly even the Pentagon, It's dangerous. risky and for lack of a better word. Insane. but if a bunch of KGB agents could do it. and frankly if China is embedding itself in everything with United work department agents, Well. Why can't i do the same? Granted, Having to absolutely make sure everything can't be traced all back to me will be a challenge. but that can be counteracted if I develop my powers enough as a Magical girl. You can't find what you can't see if it's frying up in a electrostatic pulse or being mind-controlled. after all.

I also need to be careful with my own mental state. I might be able to stand watching Crescent die, but what of Comet and Repulse? If i went insane... Well, the only way I see at that point is just descending into the depths of madness with a open wound. as if in terror from a Madoka witch without any relief.

Anyway, This is Norfolk. Alsace-class Fast Battleship of the Royal Navy. signing out.

End Log