Azur Lane: Return of Davis

Chapter 4: King and Queen

I should've said this before, but double dashes (--) mark time skips (or character swaps), whereas triple dashes (---) mark Author's Notes. Also, excluding a few scenes (where it would be obvious), this fic will entirely be in the eyes of Jason Davis.

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3 Days until the attack, winds from NE, 83°F

Belfast: "...ego, Miss Enterprise and Miss Javelin have left for the commission a few minutes ago. They should be back by the 7th. Everyone else should be back by tonight."

"Good. We should break positive with these commissions." I look to my computer.

Over the past 3 days, Belfast and I have been hard at work trying to repair the base. With Ray's negligence, some facilities at base (including some water and sewage pipes) were in disarray. I contracted repairs, but we need to break even in the financial books. Once we break even, we can start funnelling funding into research and lectures. Maybe even improving the base's defences.

The blue-hued glow from the computer's screen illuminates my face a bit. "According to this, the base was $200,000 in the red. Where are we at now?"

Belfast: "Accounting for the baseline of what we may earn for the commissions coming in tonight, we should be about $5,600 in debt. Add to that we have more oil – fuel for all of our crafts – than we can consume or store..." She closes her book. "And to believe you were able to pull it off in 3 days. Miss Enterprise was right."

I rub the back of my neck, blushing. "Well, thank HQ for sending us extra fuel. We'll need a place to store the extra, though..." I remember something. "Oh, did you ever get in touch with the King and Queen?"

Belfast: "His Majesty, King George VI, would love to meet you, but Prime Minister Churchill is rather insistent to focus on the upcoming declarations against Finland, Hungary and Romania. Also, it's 20 to 1 A.M. in London. Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth, however, wishes to speak to you."

"How soon?"

Belfast: "In roughly 20 minutes. I only received the message during our lunch break."

I groan, as I can feel the exasperation emanating from Belfast. 'The Queen must be a slave-driver, making a meeting so soon.'

"Make sure nobody interrupts our meeting. It may look bad upon both me and the States if San Diego decided to somehow teleport from her current position to here or something."

Belfast: "Jason, we kansen can't teleport."

"Who knows? I've seen Sandy do some real weird stuff. If she was infused with Siren tech, I wouldn't be able to tell."

Belfast can only nod; she has seen San Diego defy physics before, would it really be weird for her to turn up unannounced and ruin an important meeting? Not really.

Belfast: "Well, you should get prepared."

"True."

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My blue dress uniform hat fit snugly upon my head as I run "Comm.exe" on the computer. Punching some keys into the keyboard, a screen flicks up on the centre of my desk. Far more advanced than the bulky desktop screen I was typing on, this one has a microphone (the one I used to send the message 4 days ago), speaker and camera.

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The commander then has an internal monologue about how a camera works, because remember, World War 2. This is high-tech to the man.

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Readjusting my tie, the screen lights up, as our communication feeds ignite. A short blonde resides upon the other side of the screen.