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

Northern Fiasco

Cleveland had to gulp as she saw who stood in front of her. The Parliament shipgirls in front of Cleveland were made up of Sovetskaya Belorussiya, Sovetskaya Rossiya, Kronshtadt, Gangut, Soobrazitelny and Tashkent. Each one of them had their guns trained at the two sirens with deadly precision. Sovetskaya Soyuz stood off behind them, seemingly analyzing the situation.

*This is not good. I advise you to not engage even if you can easily take them all on. Try talking.*

Cleveland wasn’t sure if she should laugh or groan at that. She came to that realization herself. She might have faith in her own powers but fighting seven Northern Parliament girls at once wasn’t something she woke up for today.

“Well look at that. Some Сирены seem to have found themselves in our base. Do you want to retake the base or something?” Giggled Gangut. Her rigging flared around her with joy. It looked like she could barely hold herself back.  “Too bad. We won’t let you.” 

“Now hold yourself Gangut.” Said Kronshtadt as she walked a few metres to the side. “We don’t know that siren so I would rather not be too quick to judge. That over there is an Enforcer and as we know those shouldn’t be underestimated.”

“I agree, Comrade.” Said Sovetskaya Belorussiya as she took a step to the side. She trained her guns on Cleveland while her sister set her gunsight on Elma. The half a dozen shipgirls stood split up around the room, each covering the flanks of the other. The battleship held her attention between the two sirens. “So if that is an Enforcer then there stands the possibility that this one is an Arbiter.” 

“Worsening our situation by a lot.” Sovetskaya Rossiya added to her sister's monologue. She held her rigging back from approaching too close. Not daring to start a fight without coordination. “Everyone, hold your distance and keep your weapons ready. If given the order you are supposed to fire. Only react to aggression with aggression.”

"Well Elma, you said you need a mountainside of firepower for something to be considered a challenge. Looks like you got your wish." Cleveland exhaled a breath she was holding. She was thankful that the Northern Parliament girls didn’t attack immediately. She slowly looked to the side to see Elma being in the same situation but she looked like she was still readying herself to attack. “Elma. Whatever you think. Stay down. We don’t want this to escalate.”

“What? We can totally beat them, Master.” Elma spat out. She was about to summon her rigging but a sharp look from Cleveland broke her attempt. The tone and way the Enforcer addressed her was something foregin to Cleveland but she smiled, realizing what Elma was trying to do.

“Yeah, we can do it without a problem, but I am trying to be civil. Why not hear them out before we beat them back to the age of sailing.” Cleveland said, playing along with Elma. She dusted herself up, pretending to not be hit at all. If she made the others think she was an Arbiter then they would heavily consider attacking them. 

Enforcers alone were forces to be reckoned with but fighting an Arbiter was plain up suicide. The few they encountered and fought against in operation siren, already demonstrated them as being nothing shy of solid steel walls compared to paper mache. No leader of any country would blindly send their troops into suicide.

“So you Northern Parliament shipgirls. Shooting me was highly disrespectful, you know?” Cleveland giggled and relaxed her shoulders. “But good that you accept that you are hopelessly outmatched.”

“Well then we thank you for not having taken graphic action against our actions, your highness.” The battleship spoke with caution. She wasn’t shaking but Cleveland could see concern hidden in her eyes. It looked like their little game was working.