Ever since that fateful day, when the long bloody war between the Sirens and Azur Lane ended, with Azur Lane being the victor. The Sirens remained quiet for many decades.
Until recently, we learned that they achieved something no one thought was po...
The mumbled sound of thrash metal music blaring at low volume on a tape in the radio
Sampson opens his eyes...He had fallen asleep in his CO chair with the whiskey glass in his hand. Yesterday was long and exhausting, and the first thing he saw...
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Eugen: Good morning Sampson...time to prove it to me...as you promised...
She stood in front of him, leaning forward with both of her arms against his chair, trapping him in his seat.
Sampson: Yeah, I will, but...
Eugen: But what?
Sampson raises his voice.
Sampson: This isn't necessary!
Eugen giggles and responds.
Eugen: I can't do a little teasing?
Hipper walks onto the bridge, shocked at what she's witnessing.
Hipper: Sister, what the hell?!
Eugen: Huh? Hipper, it's not what it looks like, I swear!
Hipper sprints across the bridge and tackles Eugen to the ground in anger.
Eugen: Ow! I was just teasing him, calm down!
Sampson sat up and turned the radio off during the commotion and scuffle between the two. Hearing the yelling back and forth as he twisted the knob on the radio.
Eugen: Get off of me!
Hipper eventually gets up and off of Eugen, standing up with an angry expression.
Eugen: You don't have to be so rash!
Eugen said as she got up off the floor. Dusting off her clothes as she turned to Sampson.
Eugen: Strange music you listen to, I've never heard it before
Sampson: Yeah, it's not a popular genre
Sampson popped the glass bottle of whiskey open and poured some into a glass. Out of nowhere, Eugen then grabs the glass out of his hand.
Eugen: I'll be taking this
Sampson looks up at her.
Sampson: Hey, give that back!
Eugen: I like a good alcoholic drink too..but this is not a proper morning beverage
Sampson: Something in the history books said she is "uncaring" for other people...what is this all about? Why the hell does she care what I drink?! I want my whiskey back!
Eugen: Which is why I took the liberty of making you coffee. I saw your notes, how you like it...so go ahead and drink away
Eugen took Sampson's bottle of whiskey and drank straight from it as she was walking away
