Charisma, aptitude, decision making, collectedness, efficiency and personality. These six cores, determined by the KAN-SEN, can make any Navy Lieutenant to Captain eligible for a position as Commander of the Azur Lane. A written exam, a round of war...
If you ever need a reason as to why I'm best Commander, I'm sitting in my office wearing a Santa outfit playing with the destroyers, Little Bel & Unicorn. It's fun.
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I sense imminent danger...
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2 days prior, December 23, 1941, in the middle of the Pacific...
Off in the sea, a lone girl blasts ahead of the others, spraying water over the fleet she's supposed to escort.
Q.E.: "Awa! What the...?!"
Warspite: "Oh, God no."
Edinburgh: "? Is something the matter?"
Warspite: "Guess who just went 31 knots towards the Azur Lane Base, where a lot of destroyers are?"
Edinburgh: "...Enterprise will stop her... right?"
Q.E.: "Pray to God she can, otherwise..."
They wish not to think of it and blared at max speed... for the Elizabeth-class. Which is 24 knots.
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To the present...
Lil' Bel: "Santa? Will I grow up to be like Big Sis Belfast?"
How do I... "Um... Y-yes! If you be a good girl and listen to your big sister, you'll grow up just like her!"
Lil' Bel: "Yay!" God why is she so cute?!
I got pulled to the side by Aulick.
Aulick: "Say, Santa! Why do you sound like the Commander?"
"Well, um... I-"
Belfast, barging in our playtime: "Bad news! Ark Royal, inbound!"
Javelin freezes in her tracks, terrified.
"Bel, hide the kids. I'll deal with the Ark of the Unholy Covenant."
Belfast: "Why did you call her that?"
"Am I wrong?"
Belfast: "N-no... Okay. Thank you, J- Santa." She bows, then takes the kids along, including the frozen Jav, who reanimated herself to tell the other destroyers why they're leaving so soon.
I sit on my desk, looking to the door.
After about a minute, Ark Royal comes busting in.
Ark, gasping for air: "Where... are the... destroyers?!" She aims her gun at me.
"Put that thing down. I'm not Hernandez. I'm Jason. Ja-son. The new Commander. Also, hi, Santaprise!"
Behind Ark Royal is a very embarrassed Enterprise in a very cute outfit.
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In case you're wondering, I kinda sorta forced her into it.
But instead of holding onto a present (like you'd expect), she holds her eagle in her hands, handcuffs dangling off its beak.
Ark: "Ah! Er... ehehehe... Enterprise... ah..."
Santaprise: "So, to what do we owe the favor, Ark Royal?"
Ark, still gasping for air: "Ah! Ehehehe... Ah, I thought the old... Commander was still here... and wanted to beat... his ass senseless... because he hurt the... destroyers, you know?" Her dishevelled hair did not help her case.
Santaprise: "We'll see about that. You're coming with me."
Ark: "NOOOOOOOOO!"
She screams as she (in handcuffs) gets dragged away by Santaprise. A Christmas miracle, to be sure.
Footsteps can be heard from the other end of the hall, and at the door was an exhausted Queen and her sister.
Warspite: "Commander!" A quick gasp for air. "...What are you wearing?"
"Santa outfit for the destroyers. They were loving it."
