"Are you sure this will work out?"
"I'm positive of this Bismarck, so don't you worry about me."
That didn't quell her worries at all, as both of them were sitting in a rather dark room, with a chair centered in the middle under a light. As many would expect from a room like this, this is a basement room, and it would be used to great effect for their plan.
Z73 walked right up to the chair, taking a seat and looking surprisingly comfortable for what she was about to do. "Come on Bismarck, you ready to do your part?"
"Z73, please don't do this. I...I wouldn't want you to be subjected to this!" She was looking incredibly worried for her newest ally, but it was understandable considering her plot.
Z73 shook her head, pulling out Warspite's cube again. "No can do. We have to make this convincing, so call in Roon once I'm done."
Bismarck wanted to interject, she really did, but Z73 already pushed Warspite's cube into her chest, going through the motions and changing her looks to Warspite. "Testing testing...Ah, splendid! Good thing I even sound like her with this."
"I'll...go and get Roon then." Bismarck lowered her hat as she left the room, trying her best to hide her worries and fear from Z73.
Now left alone in the room, she got herself comfortable and took a deep breath. "I know I never prayed before, but God...please make sure this doesn't hurt too badly."
—————Back in Britain, while the fleet was still recovering after their battle against the Demon, urgent matters were discussed between Queen Elizabeth and what remained of her most trusted. As George was still recovering and getting her body and rigging remade, and with Warspite captured, only Elizabeth and Illustrious really remained, with Wales here to assist them.
As expected, it was usually quite silent as they tried and failed to think of an effective way to counter their new foe, all efforts coming up flat as the relatively little information on her made it that much worse in trying to figure out her motives and movements. Wales was the only one to think of anything remotely useful, which was to attempt to lure her in to surround her and overwhelm her.
"Damn it all! Why is this so difficult?!" Elizabeth was less than happy with this, and as much as she usually denies it, she's horribly worried for her sister.
Illustrious sighed, her head lowering. "I'm afraid we simply have no knowledge of her beyond that massacre, and all it told us was that she was a force to be reckoned with."
They went quiet again, Wales crossing her hands and leaning on them as she tried to think of what to do. Although, all were interrupted as the door opened, Belfast walking in with a...rather glum face. "Pardon my intrusion, but we received a call from Bismarck herself."
The mods in the room dropped even further, and Elizabeth took a deep breath to center herself. "V-Very well, what is it she wanted?"
"She wanted your attention, and to please watch on a screen with this recording number." Belfast made her way over to the Queen, passing over a small slip of paper and giving one of the Datapads before bowing and seeing herself out.
Elizabeth looked at the text, entering the numbers into the small device and connecting to a video call. The other two stood from their chairs, walking over to watch with her to see what Bismarck wanted.
After a few seconds of connecting, the video cut to the woman in question, who was standing in front of the camera with her usual stone cold face. "Queen Elizabeth...been sometime since we last talked."
"Last time we did was when we were still shaky in peace talks."
"Yes, well...for the record, I do wish to apologize for my compatriot's brutality yesterday. She was told to stay behind, and she still came along without my orders."

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