Out With the Old, In With the New

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uthors Note: This is a shitpost. Please do not take it seriously.

* * *

(Y/N) looked over his shoulder in shock to see Belfast there, holding his arm back from striking the carrier.

"While Miss Ark Royal does have a reputation for her... eccentricities, violence is not an acceptable option."

"Fuck off, bitch!", (Y/N) snarled as he turned on Belfast, readying his 1000mm. cannons to put the light cruiser in her place. But before he could unleash his righteous vengeance on the woman who betrayed him, searing pain shot through his leg, driving him to the ground as another ship-girl betrayed him.

"Please refrain from harming my sister, you non-combustible pile of rubbish."

"Who are you calling rubbish, you little-?!"

(Y/N)'s divine rage was cut short as Belfast's heeled foot crashed down on the side of his knee, breaking several ligaments while her other foot made contact with his head in a powerful side kick.

"Ms. Belfast?"

The Head Maid dusted off her uniform and smiled at the assembled Dido class.

"I'm fine, Hermione. Could you and your sisters assist Sheffield in cleaning the trash out of Ms. Royal's room?"

Hermione curtsied and almost immediately, the boy and his massive rigging were hauled out Ark Royal's room by Sheffield, Hermione, Sirius, and Dido while Belfast escorted the stricken carrier to Vestal.

* * *

Commander Remington Menendez sighed to calm his nerves as London chauffeured him to his new command post, the imposing command building not helping his anxiety. But he was ready. He didn't leave the Advancers and graduate Surface Warfare school to back out now.

"Your Excellency?"

"Sorry, London. Just thinking. Should I meet the Queen first?"

The heavy cruiser smiled and nodded, handing him a letter with a wax seal.

"She's expecting to meet you in the gardens for tea. I'm to notify you that you've been invited."

Menendez looked down at his uniform, taking note of the medals and ribbons that he acquired, as well as the less... savory reminders of his service.

"Well", he said with a smile, "It wouldn't be very gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting, especially the Queen. The last thing I want to do is explain myself."

* * *

"Explain yourself."

(Y/N, L/N) looked up with defiance at the little girl in front of him, seething as he, the most powerful battleship ever constructed, was forced to kneel before this pipsqueak.

"She-!"

Click!

(Y/N) looked off to the side to see Sheffield levelling her gun at his head. Queen Elizabeth glowered.

"You are speaking of one of my subjects. Choose your next words wisely."

(Y/N) stood up suddenly, his teeth bared in defiance.

"Fuck the Royal Navy! Fuck you all! The Eagle Union is better than you bitches!"

(Y/N) charged the Queen, fully intent on strangling the life out of her. At least that was the plan. Before he could move one step closer, an electrical current shot through his body, sending him and his rigging stumbling towards the Queen. 

The rending of Titanium and Adamantium echoed throughout the throne room as Dido and Sirius moved in unison, cutting of (Y/N)'s rigging with their swords and putting him on all fours.

"W- What? How?!"

"That would've been me."

All heads turned to see a man in an all-black uniform standing next to London, his hands professionally clasped in front of him.

"May I enter, your Majesty?"

Queen Elizabeth took a second to compose herself.

"Are you my new servant?"

The man nodded and approached the throne, kneeling in respect to Her Majesty.

"I am Commander Remington Menendez from ALSEC. I look forward to working alongside you as your subject."

Queen Elizabeth stuttered a little. Normally they were so defiant, but it was almost like this man knew how to treat women.

"I- I see", was all she could say at the moment.

Commander Menendez bowed his head before London escorted him to his office.

* * *

"What was with that guy?"

London sighed as she cleaned her glasses.

"(Y/N) was a male kansen that washed on our shore a couple months ago. He was extraordinarily powerful, apparently having one thousand millimeter guns that doubled as nuclear railguns. I heard others say that his rigging also had a tank mode."

London took his hat and jacket and proceeded with her tale after hanging them up.

"But over time his recklessness, his overconfidence, and his laziness gave way to the true man beneath. A lazy, abusive tyrant who wanted all ship-girls to be at his beck and call."

London paused to sip the tea Commander Menendez prepared, clearing her throat before continuing.

"Unfortunately, he wasn't aware of Ark Royal's... condition."

"Condition?"

London nodded.

"She never really... got over her sinking. So she tries to be closer to destroyers. Helps her feel safe, I suppose. But over time, it developed into an attachment disorder. She has to be close to them. Even if it goes against social and proprietary norms."

"Fast forward to now", London continued from the leather lounge chair, "Where she stumbles across one of Ms. Parseval's spell books, which proceeded to turn (Y/N) into a child. The affect wore off, but after it did, he went to her room and..."

"You don't need to continue", Menendez smiled gently.

"Where are you going?"

The new Commander stopped for a bit to think.

Mend whatever fences he may have broken", he said with a cheesy grin.

* * *

Remington thought long and hard about what he'd say as he headed towards the infirmary, ideas turning in his mind as some maids passed him by, carrying the body of (Y/N) with one of his legs missing. Apparently he needed to be taught how to kneel before Royalty.

He noted how quickly her bruised face snapped to the door as he walked through, her eyes fearful and uncertain. He didn't blame her. A man beat her within an inch of her life. How could she be sure if this man was the same?

"I- it was nothing! I was merely-!"

Her sentence was cut short as the former Advancer embraced her, catching her off guard as he soothed her.

"I know", he said as he put on that same easy-going smile, "I'm Resilius, by the way."