(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

In Our Midst

The ideas for Z73 and what could be done here are flowing so damn strong. I honestly don't know when I'll stop updating this story cause there's so many.
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Heels clacked against the wooden floors, the person they belonged to swiftly making their way to the room at the end of the hall. Each room she passed was marked with different names, all of which belongs to the Destroyers of the German Navy, climbing in numbers all the way to Z46...then the next room, which was an unmarked one.

"Z73? Are you in here?" The woman was Bismarck, having heard word that she had arrived back to Port miraculously unscathed and, after asking directions, immediately retreated to the dorm of her sisters.

Surprisingly, Z1 was downstairs and even managed to meet her sister, but the interaction didn't last long as she only walked right past her and up the stairs, going into the room at the end. Thankfully, several rooms were empty due to this being a full dorm style apartment, so it wasn't like she walked into a closet or bathroom.

Bismarck knocked on the door again. "If you're not going to respond, then I'll enter myself. I need to discuss with you what had happened."

...

She sighed, grabbing the doorknob and trying to twist it, only to find it locked. Her eyes narrowed, and she summoned forth her flagpole to unlock it forcefully.

She aimed with the thin tip, pushing it into the slot that was the other end of the lock and twisting it to open it. With a click, the door was unlocked, so she unsummoned her flag and entered the room. "Z73, are you asleep?"

"Hm?" Turns out, she wasn't asleep, and was sitting on the only bed in the room.

The room was plain, as you would expect to find in an unfurnished room, having only the bare essentials such as a bed, a heater, and a drawer to store clothing. There was something of note though, and it was the object Z73 was holding.

Seeing Bismarck's eyes drawn to the cube, Z73 smiled and tossed it between her hands. "Decided to take me a souvenir. It's a bright one isn't it?"

"It is...who's cube is it?"

"Warspite's"

"Alright the—WAIT IT'S WHOES?!"

Z73 chuckled at her dumbfounded face, setting the cube down on the bed. "Yep. Ripped it straight from her chest when she tried to stand proud for the rest."

"That's...amazing. We can revive her and hold her as a prisoner, or even learn some of the things the British are planning. I'm sure she would have some knowledge at least on that."

"Or..." Z73 held a finger up, catching her attention. "We can try something else."

"...I'm listening."

Z73 stood up, grabbing Warspite's cube and holding it in her hands. "So, since I've spent several years all on my own, I decided to do my own little research on my cube. I'll admit, I'm no scientist, and I didn't have the resources to use things they would either, but I'm sure I got a good grasp of some interesting parts of our cubes."

"Okay..." Bismarck closed the door behind her, sitting down on the bed as she listened to what Z73 was saying.

The girl shifted the cube to one hand, grabbing her jacket zipper and pulling it down to take it off. "First thing is what the cube even does. It, as I'm sure everyone already knows, contains what is basically our memories, and what makes us who we are. You're Bismarck because your cube has the information of that Ship, all the way down to the weld marks between the metal sheets."

Bismarck nodded to that, watching as she moved the cube to the other hand and dropped the Jacket to the floor, now only dressed in a simple black shirt that was under the jacket. "Of course, I decided to figure out as much as I could about that one topic. What makes us a Ship? What makes us a girl? Stuff like that is what drove me forward, and after a little bit, I think I found a pretty good answer."