Azur Lane x Clone Commander lemons

Graf Zeppelin x Commander Indra

Another lemon. I guess being bored is a normal thing for me if I'm going to be updating this....

Enjoy.

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Graf Zeppelin was happy in her life for the first time. Yes that's right, Graf Zeppelin was happy. It was unusual, but not unwelcomed. The reason for this change was sitting in the chair right beside her.

Commander Indra.

She wasn't sure how, but the day when he arrived in the Ironblood base, she just had this good feeling about him. The feeling was right as the quiet Commander proved that he was not only a capable fighter, but he really did care about her and the girls.

You see, the girls of Ironblood didn't have it as nice as the other three factions. Before Indra had arrived, their last Commander was not so... Well, Indra wasn't exactly kind, stern was a good term to use, but he showed that he cared.

Of course, the demise of the previous Commander was also why Indra had been requested. Not that anyone felt sorry, but without an officer to keep the girls organized, the base could have been lost. And so, here he was.

For Graf Zeppelin, Indra may as well be the light of her life. She honestly had yet to see her Commander in action, but she could feel the experienced aura just radiate off of him. It actually gave her a shiver anytime she felt it.

Graf Zeppelin smiled as she watched her dear Commander working diligently. The pen in his fingers barely made a sound as they guided the writing utensil across the paper with practiced speed. Another thing of note was that Indra actually somehow got through his paperwork faster than most others. She herself, along with many of the girls, had tried to figure it out, only to come up with mild headaches later on in the day.

She simply chopped it up to her Commander being special.

The sound of the pen being placed down on the mahogany wood made her look down at him. She had to suppress the giggle that tried to escape from her throat as Indra finished all of his paperwork for the day.

"All finished up Commander?" The question was rhetorical.

Indra knew this and nodded his head regardless. The new Commander of the Ironblood fleet was dressed only in his black bodysuit. This allowed Graf Zeppelin to see his fit body underneath. The sole aircraft carrier of Ironblood blushed.

Graf Zeppelin remembered that Indra already had a girlfriend, a ghost named Boo. The thought still hurt just a little, and the aircraft carrier still secretly hoped he would accept her advances when she made her move.

Little did she know that she happened to have quite an effect on her dear Commander.

Indra regarded his secretary ship with his neon green eyes. To most who tried to lock gazes with him, they felt as if they stared into twin pools of acid.

"Is there something you need me to do Commander?" Graf Zeppelin asked as she met his gaze.

There was. Indra wasn't sure how this happened, but lately he had this...foreign feeling.

To elaborate, Indra wasn't a normal clone. He was a zealot, a type of special forces soldier with training so rigorous that a few hundred of his own brothers died during the training program.

Indra...didn't get to live a normal childhood, obviously. He was actually six years old, even though his body was that of a young adult.

Of course, that was the source of his current...problem. The Kaminoan serums that were injected into him at birth were finally worn off.