Royals of the Navy

Royals of the Navy

The_Mighty_Iowa

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Parts 4

MatureOngoing31m

Last published Tue, Mar 5, 2024

Fanfic

Azur Lane

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A CH-47 Chinook, coloured with Blue stripes that glowed as it came over the hill and towards London. The city went into alert when it appeared with their beams of protection moving around in the sky, then the raid sirens went off, the signal for civilians to move to a bomb shelter, into their basements, or down to the subway to shelter from the attackers. The Anti-Aircraft Batteries were a mixture of New and Old Technology, the up-to-date Challenger 'Marksman' with the C-RAM Weapons System mounted on the M977 HEMTT A3. Not only did fighters appear, but bombers started flying over and dropping payloads of unguided munitions onto the city. The stretcher was pushed forward through the crowd of people by the doctor. The Marines pushed nurses and doctors out of the way as the thunder cracked outside once again. The Patient was a woman, who was instrumental in the current war effort Her eye sight was blurry, barely awake as she heard voices all around her. "Is this it?... is this how I go out.?" She thought, the blood pressure was weakening. Her soul starts to drift in the void, her final resting place. Or is it? Join me, as we walk through the life of this old girl and see her past. The hardships of the old Empire, and what it was like to live in such a time. Expect to see the following: -Foul Language -Gore/Bloody Scenes -Sexual Content -Abuse/Abusive Content -Death -pretty self explanitory, but still, expect what is above. I do not own Azur Lane, Yostar own it. I write this story with the intent of using its universe for story telling only. Artwork will be given credit to, along with links to artists once found. Person who bullied me to make this: @ayyronx1 Written by: @The_Mighty_Iowa

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