Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Mutualism

The royal navy.

Graceful and elegant in their manners and behaviour. 

Its main force, the royal maids led by Belfast, the head maid, are some of the best fighters of all Shipgirls ever constructed.

Since the end of the main war these maids have taken up an old tradition ochastrated by past monarchs.

Fox hunts.

Or to be more precise, siren hunts how the maids name it.

Get into a gathering of sirens and whoever gets the most has won these hunts that usually go without problems.

Well usually.

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“Did you hear that with Kent, I doubt she can ever fight again with that sort of damage.” said one of the mentioned royal maids who heard to the name Gloucester.

Alongside her walked another maid, Glasgow was her name, who nodded to that. “Kent might still be alive but she isn’t able to fight with that injury.”

Gloucester thought for a minute as they exited the ship and leaned against the metal plating. “I heard Bel mumble something about making Kent combat capable again, but it's not like you can just regrow an arm.” She sighed. “That siren medic almost got a heart attack when they brought her in. I heard even Vestal showed emotion.”

“Say, why do we even keep that one siren around? I mean I like her, she has a great personality, although she never leaves the hospital for some reason.”  Glasgow giggled.

“Yeah she is funny. I don’t actually remember where she came from but one day she was there, got publicly announced as a help for Vestal and that's it.” Glouester shrugged.  “But I’m glad we got her, she at least shows emotion, not like Vestal who acts like she is roleplaying Gascogne.”

“Maybe they can give Kent a prosthesis or so. I hope she comes out fine.”  Glasgow said and rested her hands on the metal.

“There, we are two who want that.” exhaled Gloucester and did the same.

They both just watched as the waves crashed against the smaller fleet as it cruised towards home.

“What even caused all that to her? She's only a child!” asked Glasgow as she looked at the other ships in the fleet. 

“Imagine if it were Suffolk and Norfolk that would have been hit, damm sirens, that would have killed everyone's idea for mercy.” Gloucester sighted. “Bel has been angrier than usual but I get why, she lost her sister, that innocent little soul, to a siren and she couldn’t do anything.”

“Who did Kent say did it? Cleveland?” asked Glasgow. “But that's impossible. There is like a  zero percentage of that happening.” 

Gloucester nodded. “Cleveland is 100% back at base with her wife and her kids. She can’t be it. Didn’t she say a siren did it? A siren Cleveland.”

“Like the clones the Sirens used to make if us?” Glasgow said. “Those can’t even show that much emotion nor actually put up a fight and kill a fully equipped shipgirl.”

“Yeah I know.” Gloucester sighted. “And Belfast ain’t taking it well, even if she tries to hide it.”

“Yeah, she is a bit angry, I get that, she broke her meanure for the first time when she spotted her sister and I can’t blame her there.”  Glasgow  sighted and pressed her back. “But at least can we get a break? We attacked like 3 different siren bases in the last 4 hours. They use human weapons but those still make your skin sore.”