With the deception's end, so is the record of the Pride of Leasath.
Reborn from the depths of despair, the Airborne Fortress Gleipnir rises as a kansen in the world of Azur Lane.
With a strange land of strange peoples standing before him, the weapon...
Moments after the Gleipnir met its end on Lenal River…
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The Airborne Fortress, Gleipnir awoke with a startled groan.
“Ugh,” he said, the words slipping through his mouth.
It was at that moment he realized he thought. Here was a ship, an inanimate creation of metal and wiring, built for war and destruction, thinking. The sensation was incomprehensible, unprecedented, and Gleipnir, as though translating the language of machinery into biological process, began to feel the extent of his body.
With great force, he lifted up two parts and observed them. 'Fingers,' he thought, 'Why do I have fingers?'
Instead of his command unit performing a systems check, his field of vision moved, as though mounted on a swivel, and he saw legs attached to a vast, flat slab that was unmistakably his torso. Confused, Gleipnir moved his “arm” towards where he imagined his control room to be. What he touched was soft and pliable. He moved his hand further up, towards the peak of his body, and ran his fingers through a coarse patch of something.
'Skin and hair,' he realized, 'I have skin and hair, like a human.'
As bewildered as he was in the moment a single fighter shot him down, Gleipnir rose to his feet, discovering how to move his limbs and walk, at least crudely, and still limping from his inexperience.
“I am… Human,” he said.
There was no one to hear the words, but nonetheless, he was able to speak and think. That much, he concluded, confirmed his strange predicament. He was standing on a small rock, surrounded by the sea. There was nowhere to look but up, and as he stared into the clear skies above, Gleipnir felt a tugging sensation in his chest.
Guilt.
“The war with Aurelia,” he shouted at the sky, “was it worth it!? They were our benefactors, the ones who helped us at our lowest! Why did we take the things they sent us to help our people, and build me instead!?” As his rage reached its climax, Gleipnir felt a burning sensation in his back. It was painful, but something about it was relieving, like sterilizing a cut with alcohol. With a furious yell, he made the pain jolt through his back, and turned to see wings. 'What is this?' he asked himself.
With a bit of effort, Gleipnir began to rise using the wings. His memories flowed into them as he ascended. The cold air didn’t phase him, and in minutes, the Flying Fortress had once more arrived at the clouds. Touching the clouds with his own hands was a sensation Gleipnir never knew he wanted. Satisfied, he began to drift back down, setting foot on an island he had spotted. As he retracted his wings, unbearable pain began to shoot through his body, forcing him to his knees. 'My wounds from the battle', he figured. Desperate, Gleipnir summoned his wings once more and found a transmitter. With no other options, he sent out the universal call of distress.
SOS.
In another place full of kansens like himself, a receiver caught his SOS Signal.
A blonde short-haired kansen, or in this case, girl, with a red Royal Knight-ly uniform notices the strange frequency, almost Siren-like in nature, and goes back to report to her superior.
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