Nuclear Russians (Slow/Random Updates)

Meeting the council members

**Authors note**

<Speakers or radio>

"Speaking (in English)"
Or
"Speaking (Not in English)"
["Translation (in English)"]

\\"Thoughts"\\

{Location}
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**A/N: Hey guys. I'm sorry this took a little longer to publish, I just had a lot of work to do for the past week..........and I also kinda procrastinated, so that's my fault. But anyways, enjoy the chapter.**

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**A/N #2: Hey. Sorry, just saw a mistake in the writing and also realized that I didn't put pictures for a few characters and it was really bugging me so I just came to fix that. I am working on Chapter 11, just taking me a little longer than usual cause I can't agree with one part in it so I'm just smoothing it out. If you already read this chapter, you don't need to re-read it, I just inserted a few pictures and made a few grammar fixes.**

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{Somewhere in the Pacific}

{Red October Command Center}

Y/N and Timur were now on their way back to Azur Lane base. Y/N was stitching up his stab wound while Timur was giving him assistance.

Timur: "He got you good with that knife. You sure you're ok?"

Y/N: *grunts in pain* "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Finishing up the stitches, he puts his shirt back on and checks the damage on it, as well as his hood. The holes were pretty visible but not too big.

Y/N: "I can probably just sew it back up."

He then goes to put the medical kit away when he notices Timur's sketchbook lying on the communications station. He picks it up and opens it, finding some very impressive landscapes and sketches of various things. He continued flipping through the pages until he reached a few that had unfinished pencil drawings of the same thing, or, person to be exact.

He tried to figure out who he was trying to draw, eventually getting an idea of the body shape. It looked familiar but it wasn't enough to pluck the culprit from the vast array of ship girls on the base. Then, the biggest hint of all revealed itself, a large white sun hat. The muse of the sniper, now identified, and usable as blackmail......or just to tease Timur. Blackmail is a little too far.

Y/N grinned widely at his discovery and proceeded to go and expose his squad mate. He went back to his seat and waited for Timur to come back. He continued to look at the other drawings, but kept his finger as a bookmark for the section of his friend's demise.

Timur returned and walked back to his seat, not paying attention to the item in Y/N's hands.

Timur: "When we get back, I'm soooo going to take a nice hot shower, and maybe a nap. What about you?"

Y/N did his best to hold in his maniacal laughter while replying.

Y/N: "I don't know, I've got to go to the med unit for a check up, commander's request. But after that I'll probably just give her the documents we retrieved...................Anyway, I couldn't help but notice that you have become quite interested in a certain royal navy aircraft carrier, hmmmmm?"

Timur's body visibly tensed up, and broke into a nervous sweat.

Timur: "Wha-what makes you say that?"

Y/N: "Ooooh you know, I just read your diary."

Timur then looked at him confused.

Timur: "...What are you talking about? I don't have a diary."