Azur Lane: The Last Task Force

Meeting the Warrior

Hipper looks up at Sampson, expressing clear worry on her face.

Hipper: What about my sister?!

Sampson: By that, I assume you must mean Prinz Eugen?

Hipper: Ye—...wait, you know her?

Hipper looked at Sampson with a look of confusion.

Sampson: Heheh, well yeah... she is the famous warrior of Iron Blood. Im sure everybody knows who she is

Hipper lowers her head.

Hipper: Well...

Sampson: Something wrong?

Hipper: We got separated...that's why I was by myself fighting those Sirens...I just wonder where she is...I hope she's okay.

Sampson: I see...well...

Sampson crosses his arms.

Sampson: I'll be on the lookout for her. I can assure you we'll find her

Hipper looks back up at Sampson. There's a gleam behind her worn out eyes.

Hipper: Y-you mean that?

Sampson looks down at her with a reassuring smirk.

Sampson: Of course I do

Hipper: But what if we don't find her?

Sampson: We'll figure something out.

Sampson smiled, raising his head to look up at the vibrant blue sky, the sunlight reflecting off his shiny aviator sunglasses. Imagining the thought of meeting the famed warrior Prinz Eugen.

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Later, Sampson sat in his Commanding Officer chair, staring out the windows as he sipped from an crystal glass of whiskey on the rocks. Every time he moved the glass, the satisfying sound of tinging ice cubes filled his ears. He had been accompanying Hipper for a while until she finally stopped coughing up blood. Even given her water, and given her a place to nap for a while.

Now, he sits on the bridge by himself, with metal music playing on a low volume from his radio. Staring out the windows at the calm, flat sea, in search of an Iron Blood heavy cruiser.

Sampson: Man, I am starving...maybe I should go down and grab something to eat...

Though he was starving, he felt conflicted. He didn't want to go anywhere, fearing he might miss the ship he was looking for if he stepped away from the bridge for even just a few minutes. He'd been traveling for four hours now, and the sun was beginning to set over the horizon. The door opens behind him, and entering the bridge was Hipper, who had awoken from sleep. Sampson turns his head back, watching her walk on in.

Sampson: Hey, have a seat!

He said with a smirk as he pointed to the Executive Officer's chair on the left side of the bridge. She looked around, admiring the technologically advanced bridge of the warship. Looking at the screens, the operations table, the helm. All of it was fascinating to her. She slowly walked to the chair and sat down. Almost immediately her face lights up.

Hipper: These chairs sit up quite high...and they're so comfortable!

Sampson: It's fun sitting up high, isn't it?

He said as he went back to looking out the windows.
They sat there for a while, looking out the windows. Hipper stared at a glass of water and a pack of chocolates sitting on the console in front of her that Sampson had left there for her. The chocolate pack looked quite odd to her. She's never seen a brand of chocolate like this one. She turns to Sampson.