Azur lane: A history through their eyes...

Fate of Bonhomme Richard

Texas, U.S.A.

"Look at this poor thing." The dreadnought Texas stood up from her chair as she watched a young ship-girl struggle with her wheelchair just outside of the medical bay. 

The older ship-girl had just finished her annual checkup as she stepped off the patio and headed over towards the young girl.

"Ya' need sum' help darling?" Texas asked with a warm smile as it pained her to see one of her sister-in-arms in such a state.

It was the Bonhomme Richard, or a twisted version of her anyway. 

The girl was covered in burns as a normal person would have found her hard to look at. The fire had melted the left half of the girl's face as her amber hair had just started to grow back.

"I can manage." Bonhomme wheeled herself away from the military hospital for the last time as she was no longer a part of the Navy. 

Bonhomme would roll herself a little way, slow to a stop, fighting for breath each time, then roll on.

Texas wiped her light green eyes quickly and grabbed the handles on the wheelchair.

"Come on darling, I'm hungry, my treat." The dreadnought pushed the amphibious assault ship-girl down the street as Bonhomme protested weakly, but couldn't stop the dreadnought.

Texas chatted happily with Bonhomme, the injured girl replying when needed as she kept wondering why this woman was being so nice to her. 

The two stopped at a little taco stand, ordered and sat on and by a nearby bench.

They both sat quietly eating when Bonhomme spoke up. "Is it hard?" She was surprised anyone would look at her much less eat with her.

"Looking at you?" Texas asked as Bonhomme nodded.

Sighing, Texas leaned back and lit a cigarette.

"I've been around a LONG time darling, I've seen things that you can't even imagine. The war was a truly ugly thing, seeing what man and machine could do to one another." Texas blew smoke and continued.

"So no, it doesn't bother me. What really bothers me as no one showed up to meet you when you strolled outta that hospital." Texas eyes hardened as Bonhomme froze.

"I'm sure my sisters are busy, and since I'm "out" now, they really got no time for me." Bonhomme tried explaining away, when Texas interrupted her.

"I don't want to hear that bullshit! I'd go to the ends of the earth for my sister, me and New York were like this." Texas held up a set of crossed fingers.

"Look, thanks for the food, but I should be going now." Bonhomme turned as Texas pulled her gun and pointed it at Bonhomme.

"Bonnie darling, ya' ain't going anywhere." The blonde's weapon had had their firing pins removed but Bonhomme didn't know that.

"You'd be doing me a favor." The scarred girl forced a smile as Texas shook her head. 

"I know what's going to happen to ya', it's in all the papers." Bonhomme felt embarrassed her fate was so easily available.

"So for the next couple of weeks ya' stayin' wit' me." Bonhomme's eyes widened, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"No need to cry darling!" Texas grinned and grabbed Bonhomme's wheelchair again. "And call me Tex, ok Bonnie?" 

"O-Ok Tex." Bonhomme wiped her eyes, nodding wildly.

"Come on, let's paint the town red!" Texas yelled with her full Texan accent as she ran at flank speed down the street.