A new front (halo x azure lane)

Trouble

"OLYMPUS MONS!" A deep booming yelled over the crowd forming around the recently returned Olympus Mons, still adorned in his Mijlnor Armour, as his ship returned to its dry dock. The Kansen from the convoy and the two new admirals are by his side. "oh shit, here we go..." Mons Muttered, clearly not looking forward to this conversation. "WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU DOING! YOU SCARED HALF THE BLOODY PORT WITH YOUR LITTLE STUNT! NOT EVEN MENTIONING YOU LEFT WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION IN A NON-COMBAT EFFECTIVE STATE!"

"Sir, I was only ensuring the VIPs and my children were safe."

"oh god, he's just like Freidrich..." Wichita groaned out loud, obviously used to this kind of parental mentality. Mons gave her a confused look but focused back on Admiral Holland. Holland berated Mons for leaving without permission and for still technically being wounded. After around 30 minutes of non-stop back and forth, one of the admirals walked forward and explained that if it weren't for Mons, they would more than likely be dead. Begrudgingly, Admiral Holland accepts the explanation and warns Mons not to do it again before leading the other two admirals back to his office to explain the current situation in the Pacific.

As the admirals walk away, the rest of the Kansen from the convoy wander off. A little girl with purple hair and a white dress comes running up to Mons and yells, "PAPA!". Chuckling, Mons reaches down and picks up the little girl. " How's my brave little Unicorn?" Mons asked Unicorn with a loving and tender voice. "good, I got to play with my friends at the park today!" she responded in a happy, excited tone.

"Really Now? Did you enjoy yourself?" Mons asked in an attentive tone. Unicorn enthusiastically nods with a broad smile, but a look of confusion crosses her innocent face, "Why are you wearing armor? Did you fight someone? You're not hurt, are you, Papa?" She asked in a concerned voice. "It's nothing to worry about, and I'm completely unharmed," Mons responded soothingly. Unicorn still looked worried about her Papa and pouted a little. " Hey, I have an idea. You wanna paint something on my helmet?" Mons offered to the smol bean. Instantly, Unicorn cheered up and nodded enthusiastically. Chuckling Mons set her down, and the two began walking down the street towards Mons' ship.

3 Months later

Mons can be seen helping around in the kitchen Next to Nevada. The two are conversing casually about their love of cooking when a tan woman wearing skimpy clothing walks up to the counter and rings the service bell. Looking over, Nevada's face turns into mild disappointment upon seeing her. "Bama dear, how often have I told you about wearing that kind of clothes? you are showing too much skin, dear." Nevada questioned in a disappointed tone. " But I like wearing this kind of clothes, Mom." Alabama huffed out. "if only your father were here, he'd knock some sense into you." Nevada sighed out in exasperation. While watching their conversation, Mons becomes confused and questions the two, "Wait, Mother?". "oh!" Nevada exclaimed. "This is one of my daughters, USS Alabama." "Sup, your Mons, correct? I've seen you around the base a few times. My, my, you're handsome~." Alabama asked while flirting with him. "I'm flattered but not interested" Mons stated flatly. " your loss," Alabama responded with a shrug. " you know what I want, Mom.".

"Yes, yes, I know. Go sit down, love, and I'll make it for you."

"Thanks, Mom. Love you!" Alabama exclaimed before walking away. Shaking her head, Nevada made her way back towards the stoves and began making Alabama's breakfast. Still confused, Mons asked, "How many daughters do you have?". "Four, as well as a daughter-in-law and two grandchildren." Nevada responded casually as she started flipping pancakes. Mons nodded in understanding but questioned her further, "So, she looks nothing like you. Is she adopted?". "Yes, all my children are; not many ships have biological parents these days," Nevada answered with an informative tone. "I see; you said that Alabama had a father, but he wasn't here. Is one of the admirals or workers, and he is away on work or something?" Mons continued questioning. Hearing the question, Nevada freezes but eventually answers, "N-no he... I'd rather not talk about it right now.". Mons sheepishly apologizes and returns to cooking orders.

After an hour or so, the canteen eventually stops serving breakfast, and Mons walks out of the kitchen while saying goodbye to Nevada. Walking outside, he is greeted with the sounds of the wind whispering in his ear. Walking down the street with leaves crunching under his heels. He observes the port around him, children playing, and stalls announcing their products to the walkers on the street. Mons smiles and interacts with some passersby, but most try to steer clear of him with looks of poorly concealed horror. Mons smile waivers at these, and he continues to walk towards the admiral's office.

Entering the office, he greets the secretary and requests to see Admiral Holland. The secretary leads him toward Holland's office and lets him in before closing the door behind him—the two exchange pleasantries before getting to business. "How are the repairs?" Holland questioned, curious about his health. "As well as it can go with the lack of raw materials. I've unfortunately been unable to finish them due to the mentioned material problems."

With a sigh, Holland nods in understanding. "I'm trying my best to get them, but the U-boats still pose a major problem."

"that is what I'm here about. I want to be put on anti-submarine warfare."

"What? But your repairs aren't finished, and I don't wanna risk revealing your presence to the Axis."

"My repairs are almost done, so I can handle some combat. Plus, the Axis already knows I am here. After all, they did technically find me first."

"True...Alright, alright, I'll put you on counter submarine patrol tomorrow."

"thank you, sir"

"Don't mention it."

After receiving his confirmation, Mons engages in casual conversation with Holland. The two speak about simple things like weather, love life, and other small talk. Eventually, Mons gets up, leaves the office, and wishes Hood a nice night. Exiting the office, he walks out towards his ship.

Entering the ship, he makes his way towards his quarters and sits down on his bed, clearly tired from the escapes of the day. Patches, noticing his owner's mood, jumps onto his lap, and rubs his face against Mons' stomach. Mons smiles a bit and scratches the back of Patches ears." I can always count on you to cheer me up.".

"Meow"

"Yeah, something as always...people looking at me in fear..."

"Meow"

"True, I have good news, however."

"Meow?"

"Yep, we start anti-sub patrols tomorrow; we can finally do something now," Mons said with pride as he lays back on his bed. His brain was filled with scenarios of how possible engagements would happen. Slowly, his eyes drifted shut, and his mind drifted to peaceful slumber.

AN: Hey, I know this chapter isn't much, and it is way late, But I wanna thank all of you for over 1.6k reads. I never imagined that my shitty fan-fic would get even close to this level of popularity. This fan-fic is very much alive, but I have been swamped and have had trouble with motivation because of it, so don't worry; the next chapter will eventually come out.