A former Commander who has a complicated past with Azur Lane that is full of nothing but pain and suffering is chosen to be their Commander again or is given a similar job by the UN (United Nations). But does he want to see his old subordinates and...
Having time to kill until the ladies came back from changing and the boys getting the rest of their team. Sous-lieutenant Vogel decided to go grab a rugby ball from the Captain's quarter aboard the Midway-class aircraft carrier, FS Rouen (CVB-56). On his way back he got intercepted by a certain repair ship, Hornet and Hamman with the blond haired carrier lifting up the destroyer's skirt flashing her panties at him as soon as the topic of Yorktown came up. However as Hamman ran to hide behind Vestal, she made eye contact with the Sous-lieutenant.
"Perv-!" She attempted to scream out pervert but only ended up with a hand placed over her mouth.
"Do you really want to finish that word?" He inquired in his usual emotionless, cold voice. Sending a chill down the pour destroyer's spin. "That's what I thought." The Sous-lieutenant. Stated before removing his hand as she gasped for air.
"Cdr.joh-" A Caucasian female with long pink hair that had two braids and the rest remaining flat along with lapis blue eyes attempted to greet only to get cut off. Her uniform was that of a nun with a black and white dress, nurse's cap, stockings and black high heels. Upon hearing the voice he recognized it as Vestal's. The nurse who would always heal his wounds and give him an ear full for not taking care of himself.
Though as he made eye contact he came to the realisation that maybe he should lay off the opium as seeing flowers was something that wasn't exactly normal. Then again it was the only way for him to escape his reality.
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"It's Sous-lieutenant Vogel, Vestal." He corrected her in a blunt tone.
"You're injured." She immediately stated upon noticing the blood stained bandage on his left cheek, the hardened vertical slash across the left eye as well as the slash across his left palm from Zuikaku's katana which was currently sitting on his coffee table in his dorm. "Can I see?"
"Ya...this is one wound, you can't heal." Said the Sous-lieutenant pointing towards his check, as he spaced out for a few seconds before recomposing himself and allowing the repair ship to study his hand wound. "Isn't there a certain white haired carrier you should be tearing into?"
"It's not too deep, seems to be healing nicely and the bandaging seems to be well done." She stated before rapping up the wound. "As for Enterprise, you're coming with me since she listens to you." The repair ship stated, as he silently checked his watch and still had time to kill.
It wasn't a pleasant sight. Enterprise's carrier was coated top to bottom in damage. Enough so that her seaworthiness came into question along, her flight deck being inoperable and various pieces of metal lay about from wreck fight planes to literal pieces of the tower going across the deck.
"How could you be so irresponsible!" Shouted Vestal while in a state of disbelief as she held Enterprise's broken bow.
"You're asking if there was a choice. Our purpose is to fight there is no other-" Enterprise bluntly replied but ended up getting cut off.
