Azur Lane: The Siren War and the Hymn of Steel Beasts

Respite Within a Brewing Storm

"Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be president, but they don't want them to become politicians in the process." - John F. Kennedy

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It was a hectic morning for her, having woken up from her slumber shortly after hearing commotion happening at the docks and the urgency from several shipgirls that she saw running by her room.

Bismarck ran her fingers through the locks of her blonde hair, groggily getting up from the bed and looked out the window while rubbing the fatigue off from her left eye.

She had been given a personal accommodation shortly after the meeting from yesterday, the shipgirl looked down at the attire she currently wore and tugged on the fabric. The blue from the Navy fatigues did not suit her at all, she wondered if the US Navy-Eagle Union had other hues other than blue.

"Slept well?" Ark's voice startled her as she spun around to face the carrier standing by the door while holding onto a cup of tea.

"I think so. At least better than sleeping on a rocking ship."

Ark chuckled, "Oh, my bad. I'll keep that in mind when you get onboard of my rigging again."

Bismarck looked around for something in the room, but her Royal Navy friend had beaten her to it before the battleship could ask. Ark held up her service cap and tossed it towards her.

"Repulse insisted that she clean your BDU, as well as fixing it since you took quite a beating before arriving in this world. Your rigging is being handled by the Manjuus with directions from your... Fairies? Eagle Union repair ships are also studying it while thinking of a better way to repair your equipment."

The battleship hastily caught her service cap and nearly stumbled down in the process, holding the headwear close to avoid dropping it. She sighed and lazily placed it atop her head and took a seat on a nearby chair.

"Hmm... is that so? I'm guessing that I'll be staying here then for a period or so?"

"Not definite. But we want as many of you 'travelers'' in one place."

Bismarck snorted, "Travelers... yeah, that would suit our current predicament. I am still a bit shocked from discovering about that... Fog warship. I can tell that she has killer instincts if what the information packet is showing to be true."

Ark raised a brow, "Killer instincts?"

"Yeah. I know the look in her eyes anywhere, and I have seen the same from my world. People like her have seen the hideous side of war and are the ones who did the most killing in said war." the battleship shared her experience, leaning back on the chair and casting her gaze towards Ark Royal.

"Does that make her dangerous?" the British shipgirl inquired.

Bismarck did not reply immediately, weighing the possibilities from just meeting the mental model and the packet that described how the Fleet of Fog was before the integration of several factions into human navies. It is safe to say that St. Paul had taken countless human lives and crushed her former sisters-in-arms when the Fog Civil War ignited. But that also meant that she has seen enough conflict to know that it is a meaningless struggle over trivial or unknown reasons.

"Dangerous, yes. But I believe that she does not want any harm to humans judging from her interactions with them. Perhaps she still feels guilty from the aftermaths of the Human-Fog War, and by aiding the humans... she can redeem herself, in some way."

Ark hummed for a moment before asking, "You are speaking from your own experience... or?"

The blonde shipgirl felt her lips curve slightly, "Maybe... I've long casted away the deeds from my past and the girls back in my world accepted me as one of their own in the struggle against the Abyssals. When there is a common enemy, even rivals are bound to mend their wounds."