(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Maid for This

It was a...difficult thing to convince everyone to let her do this, but after a lengthy discussion about keeping the peace, Bismarck was finally able to leave the Port alone with "Warspite" unconscious in her arms. As expected, Z73 was playing the part of Warspite, however, she actually did fall unconscious after getting the shock from all the wounds immediately thrown on her.

'This girl is going to be the death of me, I know it...' Even with the dangers she was facing, knowing just how reckless Z73 was being was putting her into serious emotional distress, and frankly, she just wanted to go into her bed and scream into her pillow.

'Not to mention her alcoholism. Did she not know she was drinking warm Vodka?!' She heard a groan from the girl in her arms, making her realize that her grip on her was getting rather tight due to her pent up anger.

Letting the pressure go, she knew that this would work well enough with how convincingly she looked as the British Battleship. So long as Z73 didn't oust herself by a slip of the tongue or something, she should be fine...at least, she hoped she would.

Soon enough, the United Kingdom will be in sight, and she would be passing off Warspite to the British, who don't even realize who they're taking is a monster in disguise. Bismarck has been doing a lot of thing lately, but with this, she's glad she didn't have to do much else other than be a middle woman.

'Z73, I hope you don't fuck yourself over with this intrusion of yours, you have no real ways out of this if you do.'
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"Mmmmh..." Purple eyes slowly opened to an ornate and well decorated room, streaks of sunlight shining through and warming the girl on the insanely comfortable bed.

'So I'm in now...but I'm too comfortable to do anything. Maybe just a little bit more time...'

Click...

'Fuck.'

Z73, still disguised as Warspite, looked to the door to see someone entering with a small cart of goods, one set was towels and a water basin, while the other was a plate of baked goods and a cup of still steaming Tea. The person pushing the cart soon followed in, the woman's long silver hair and purple eyes, lighter than even hers, shined in the morning light.

"Good morning Lady Warspite, it's good to see you recovering well." Belfast gave her a small professionally made smile, already getting to work with the towel to wring it out.

"Belfast...how long was I out?"

"Not long. It's the following morning after Bismarck took you back to us." The maid placed the towel on her forehead, the warmth making Warspite relax into the bed. "Are you feeling well enough for some snacks to ease your stomach?"

"I haven't eaten in a while, that would be lovely." Warspite slowly sat herself up in bed, Belfast waiting by her side with the cup and saucer already in hand.

Once she was up fully, she gave the towel back and gently took the cup from Belfast's hands, blowing away some of the steam before taking a sip. The dog ears on her head flittered, the cup coming away as she sighed in relief.

"It's delicious..."

"I'm glad you enjoy it Lady Warspite."

'Hot damn, this is how they treat the Royals?' She looked down to her cup of Tea, then over to the snacks on the side. 'If this is how Warspite gets treated, how well does the Queen herself get it?'

Blinking away those thoughts, she took another sip as Belfast laid the snacks out on her lap. 'No no, focus Z73. You're here to figure out what kind of research they're doing, and if it relates to...oh?'