(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

North Seen

Traveling through the docks during this time was something difficult, what with all the equipment being given to the few being sent as reinforcements for the Russians against the recent increase in Siren activity up north. The group being sent wasn't large at all, but they were the elites of the factions present in Azur lane, each one skilled enough to hold the line with the best of them.

Z73 was not suppose to be apart of said group, but if she wants to come along, no one is going to try and stop her.

In fact, the Destroyer in question was heading to the end of the docks, approaching the person who decided to keep her off this mission in the first place. "Bismarck!"

Bismarck looked up from the clipboard she was holding, seeing Z73 walking up to her. "Oh...where's Marco?"

"Back with my sisters. I'm going with."

"Huh?" Bismarck took a second to process what she had said, and when it clicked, she steeled her gaze and stood her ground.

"Z73, you've done plenty for us already, so please sit this one out and let us do the work for you."

"You of all people should know how antsy I get being cooped up in one place. I'm going wether you want me too or not, and I know damn well you don't got the nerve to try me on that."

As if to further push her point, her eyes turned their usual battle ready crimson, glaring up into the Battleship's bright blue ones. While the two looked stone faced to all others observing this, the truth of the matter is...at least for the taller of the two...

'This is what the British felt? This...is absolutely terrifying!' Bismarck was screaming in her head as she bore into Z73's eyes, two red pools the same shade of blood freshly drawn from a corpse.

'It doesn't help that I know what she's capable of! Think Bismarck, think! What can I do to stop her?!'

...

It was like a lightbulb went off in her head, and she cleared her throat and calmed herself. "What about for your extended time there? Wouldn't that cause issues with Marco being so suddenly detached from you?"

"Maybe, but I'll deal with that when I get back."

Everyone around that heard recoiled at how bluntly she threw off Marco's well-being, and while at first angered at such a thing, they reconsidered since...well, they all know how Z73 is. Lone wolves like her tend to hate being kept down by anything, even others, so they couldn't really do much to her about it.

"Z73...that's horrible."

"Yeah I know, but if Adapter shows up again, I got to be there."

"And you really believe she will be there?"

"If there's something going down, then she's no doubt going to be there."

The two continued to lock gazes, a battle of who will back down first. Even with her sharp gaze bearing into her, Bismarck knows that there's no way to turn her away from the coming action, especially with her willingness to proceed.

Eventually she sighed, shaking her head as she relented. "Fine...but once we return, you're going to stay here and care for Marco. Period."

"Deal."

With the issue settled there, the two parted ways as Z73 left to go find someone she can hitch a ride with. Bismarck watched her leave, exasperated, but strangely happy about her involvement.

'I suppose it's always nice to have such a fighter with us...but that tone she had is strange...'

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