Azur Lane: Return of Davis

Chapter 40: Return from Chaos

Like usual, Google Translate saving my ass in this chapter.

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June 8, 1942

"Doctor Cornwall, what do you mean?"

Yesterday, Robin said that she wanted me to meet her employer. And it just so happens to be that doctor from a while ago. He, I, and some of our trusted allies are in my office.

Cornwall: "I mean what I said. We may be a pharmaceutical company, but we needed an additional source of income. Alongside, our goods can be targeted by larger firms or just some dickhe- looters who want to sell it on the black market. Hence, our mercenary corps."

"I see. So, with commissions, you're saying you don't have enough people to protect your cargo, right?"

Cornwall: "That, and we don't have any people who know how to defend themselves against Siren attacks, so we rely on you. Thank you for that, by the way."

"No worried, Doctor. So, anything else?"

Cornwall: "I'd actually like to form an alliance of sorts. We supply you with whatever you may need, and you help with funding and protection of our goods."

"I see, I see... We actually don't get funding from the governments, so we're paying out-of-pocket, but it should be fine. I hope. Vestal, you said we're running low on medical equipment, right?"

Vestal: "With how badly the girls and soldiers got injured in Midway, yeah. We're almost out of everything."

"Right, so let's draft up a basic deal, shall we? Oh, but before we do, can everyone introduce themselves? Seems awful rude of the Doctor and myself to just discuss this without the input of our allies."

Young Rabbit(?) Girl: "Okay. My name is Amiya, the Commander of Rhodes Island Ground Forces, which includes Sicario's Ronin force. Nice to meet you!"

I stare at her ears subconsciously before turning to the older lady next to her. She has cat ears...

Cat Lady: "I am Kal'tsit, head of the Medical department of Rhodes Island. Well met, Commander."

"Right back at ya, Commander Amiya, Doctor Kal'tsit. Sorry if this is weird, but..." I hesitate before continuing. "...Are those real?" I point to Amiya's and Kal'tsit's 'ears.'

Kal'tsit: "...Some secrets must be kept."

"Right, well, whatever. Allow me to introduce myself and the team. I am Jason Davis, Commander of the Azur Lane. The maid besides me is Belfast, my secretary." She curtsies. "Then there's Vestal, our Secretary of Health. Then Hood, our Secretary of Finances."

Hood: "A pleasure."

"And lastly, our Chief of Research and Development: Lieutenant Commander Ray." He gives a short wave.

"However, before we can proceed, I need to make a call. Give me a second." I check the clock. 0730, so it should be good. Opening the computer, I enter specific commands to access the Azur Lane Video Comms and link to our allies. Soon, two figures with voices appear on screen and I turn the screen around to face the rest of the room.

"Commander Tumber, it's been a minute." I walk in front of the camera and wave my hand.

Tumber: "Well met, Commander Jason. Ah, and Miss Belfast, it is good to see you."

Curacoa: "Miss Belfast, you look well!"

Bel: "And to you too, Commander Tumber, Curacoa."

Cecil is a 5'10" thin British man from Bristol. Born in 1904, he is 38, and it shows. Fair skin, short black hair, brown eyes with heavy bags, a scar on his neck from the Siren War. He's wearing the British Royal Naval uniform (a navy-blue frock coat over a white shirt). A British Royal Army combat uniform (known as 'battledress') was hanging on the wall, pieces of its armour nearby. He is currently stationed in the naval base in Portsmouth, Hampshire. His secretary is Curacoa, whom he married some time ago.