[Bismarck • King of The Ocean]

10th Salvo [Wehrmacht]

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"The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't. It's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere."

—Barack Obama

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Underneath the calm waves that surrounded the island of Iwo Jima resided the base's underwater docking area, intended to house the flagship of the Blue Steel fleet, the I-401 submarine. Yet as of now, it was not only working as a warehouse for the intended warship but also two other ships as well. One was a maroon-coloured heavy cruiser Takao, and the other was a much more infamous battleship, Bismarck. Yet the hull of the larger legendary warship was not yet built completely. Silver whirlwinds of nanomaterial surrounding the uncompleted vessel, working at their fastest to finish building the ship before it was too late. This whole process was being overseen by a man clad in a dark and imposing black uniform, his glowing red eyes pierced the darkness of his own clothes and created the image of nothing short of resembling Satan himself. 

"Schlachtschiff completion: 39%," robotically muttered Bismarck as red data rings surrounded his mental model, almost all of his processing power was diverted into rebuilding his vessel as quickly as possible. 

He kept one eye open towards the live feed of the cameras located all around the Iwo Jima. They showed the image of three new Mental Models making their appearance on the Iwo Jima's beach where Takao and Iona greeted them. One was a gothic woman dressed in a dark purple dress that was a tad bit too long, she was being accompanied by a much more cheerful girl who couldn't standstill. 

Kongou and Maya have arrived on Iwo Jima.

The third figure grasped Bismarck's full attention, a man clad in a similar uniform as the one Bismarck used to wear, but without as many decorations. His white hair with a resemblance of light blue was partially covered by his hat which had an Iron Cross on it. A man Bismarck knew all too well, after all, it was his own brother. The one and only...

Tirpitz

He looked a little different than what Bismarck had remembered, there was a lot bluer on him in the form of small details than he remembered. Nevertheless, he wished he wouldn't have to see Tirpitz this way, he wasn't angry or happy that his brother was still alive, but his presence wasn't exactly welcome now. Bismarck would have to fight his brother again soon, but this time without the help of his flagship equipment. It was going to be a hard battle, without a doubt. And for the first time in his life, a shred of doubt passed through his mind...