The North Union and The Hoodie Bandit

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**Authors Note**

<Speakers or radio>

"Speaking (in English)"
Or
"Speaking (Not in English)"
["Translation (in English)"]

\\"Thoughts"\\

{Location}

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**Oh my god! Two weeks since the last chapter. I really lost track of time. Honestly, this was my fault, I guess I just really had a mini writer's block for this and forgot to come back after a week but damn. I really procrastinated.

But anywho, school is coming close to an end so that means I've got to prepare for University/College, and life in general.

I've also realized that when I put Russian in Italics, it messes with the letters so I think I'll just leave it unitalicized. Thanks to those who told me about the translations being somewhat fine in general, just let me know if I really butcher something and I will fix it as soon as possible.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

до свидания (I think that's right)**

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{Azur Lane Base}

Y/N: "Shit shit shit shit!"

Running through the halls of the medical building, Y/N, Kate, Timur, Shuhrat, and Alex were trying to get to the North Union girls room as fast as possible. The moment that Y/N told his comrades the situation, they all immediately ejected from their seats and left the mess hall.

Kate: "Did Simb-I mean Maxim say if anyone was injured?"

Y/N: "No, she just got up and just pulled out a combat knife. She's not attacking anyone but she threatened to, if they got near her."

Moments later, they could see the door of the room up ahead. There was screaming coming from inside. Y/N opened the door and saw Maxim standing a few feet away from Tashkent who was pointing a knife at him. He also noticed that the three other girls were awake and trying to grasp the situation.

Maxim: "Listen to me, you are not in danger, you are on Azur Lane base at the moment. We found you unconscious and brought you here to recover. Now please just put the knife down and all will be explained to yo-"

Tashkent: "No! You stay away from my comrades! I won't let you hurt them!"

Maxim: "And that's exactly what I'm saying, I don't want any of you to get hurt."

He took a step closer. She took this as him trying to apprehend her so she did what her instincts told her. She charged at him, attempting to thrust the knife into his gut. Maxim wasn't fast enough to register the motion, so he braced himself. Instead of pain he heard a grunting sound. He opened his eyes to see Y/N with the knife through his hand. Tashkent was staring at the hand and slowly made her way up to Y/N's face. He spoke in a strained voice.

Y/N: "Ташкент, положите его. Сейчас."
["Tashkent, put it down. Now."]

A few seconds later she let go of the knife handle and stepped back until her back hit a wall. He looked down at the knife and grabbed the handle with his free hand. He slowly pulled it out, wincing and grunting every so often until it was fully removed. He gave the knife to Maxim and slowly made his way to Tashkent. He crouched down and looked up at her, speaking calmly.

Y/N: "You are very brave and honorable to want to protect your friends, but you don't have to worry anymore, you're safe now. Ok?"

She looked into his eyes, hesitating to respond. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she nodded. He then embraced her in a hug as she began to cry.

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