(Azur Lane x SCP-4217 Fanfiction)
SCP-4217, one of the most feared aquatic menace patrolling the Atlantic Ocean. Once previously thought to have been neutralized during the Second World War, she continues to wreak havoc upon innocent oceanliners a...
Please read SCP-001 "S.D. Locke's Proposal - When Day Breaks" to understand the implications made in this chapter!
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Capture the Bismarck: When Day Breaks - SCP-4217 [Untotenschlacht]
A hivemind of a thousand common voices, common faces, and common memories. Only home for a thousand more...
The seabed was pitch black and indescribably cold, at the depths of two-thousand fathoms below the surface, everything was dead silent. The sun was not to be seen, whatever natural lighting exists here is only from bioluminescent creatures
Even in the murky black void, SCP-4217 had no problems maneuvering around the rocky terrain. Walking around in heels is rather difficult due to the uneven foundation, but her tentacles help to compensate for this. If anything happens she could have also swam instead
She stepped upon the rusted hull which belonged to the remains of countless ships that littered the ocean floor. No doubt the past victims of her own volition. She was the Bismarck, at least that is what all the memories in her head call her. The voices were quiet, but they would usually scream out in a chaotic chorus whenever she is at the water's surface. Screams and orders relating to the enemy vessels that dare to cross her territory
For now however, such orders weren't addressed. In fact, there hasn't been an attack command for a while. So were her victims, ships that sailed into her waters dwindled drastically. Before long it had been many moons since she saw a vessel
At least she could finally wander around with her own thoughts for once. Not that it is any active, mostly questions and to why she is even here in the first place
All were to be blamed on, of course, that cursed... thing. That, which is hidden deep below the Great Red Spot. She remembers that event clearly, the gigantic metal construct. The moment she inched near, she shuddered just thinking about it. Clutching her head as the pain started again, the memories started to resurface
The planet was enormous, with swirls of clouds and colors ranging from white, red, and brown mixed. As she approached it was there, a massive spot embedded into the planet itself. A storm? It was massive, however, curiosity, this was the first time she ever saw something so... intriguing after traveling through the galaxy. She had to look closer...
She felt her hands and hydrostats wrapped around her shivering body, and her breathing intensified before she grabbed at her head again
A storm of clouds
The winds were truly impressive. The clouds which were dragged by the currents largely obstruct the construct resting midair. Before she could inch closer for a better view, it came
