October 8, 2021
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Azur Lane
Truth be told Sous-lieutenant Vogel may have spent the better part planning how to defeat the Azur Lane ship girls but that didn't mean he got wasted for the night with the Russian at the base's mixed Commander, Kansen bar. Slamming back shot after shot and bottle after bottle. Being truly drunk was something he wasn't capable of, high alcohol tolerance or being a Kansen sucked ass.
At least Repulse finally got to hang out with a semi-drunk Sous-lieutenant joining in on the drinking games much to the protest of her sister.
To say she was a sore loser was an understatement. "I-I de-demand a re-rematch!" She protested having been beaten by the Legionnaire yet again.
"Come on, it's one in the morning." Renown protested pulling her younger sister away by the arm. "Have a good night Sous-lieutenant."
He waved her a goodbye, bottle of 1664 Blanc in hand. "Best to call it a night boys. As much as they love making bank off us they hate our high alcohol tolerance." Truth was they had practically run them dry of all their vodka and several cases of beer. Sure a Kansen could drink but they took it to the next level.
"Think they could out drink an Iron Blood or Northern Parliament girl?" Pondered Washington with a smirk on her face just thinking of it.
"Quiet possibly." Replied her colleague with a faint smile.
The boys parted ways for the night with the Legionnaire still able to walk straight and see clearly despite having consumed enough alcohol to kill someone. The miracles of being a hybrid.
One of those miracles are the skills appointed upon a Kansen. Funny thing about the Sous-lieutenant's skill, Sense, is that it acts like a foresight into the brief future. His boots stopped dead in their tracks on the main road, right hand gripping his issued Glock 17 Gen 5 FR. Sure there were no people about just the crashing waves and him.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up as a cold chill ran down his spine. The shadows seemed to dance away to the moon light.
"Does he see us?" Whispered Atago to her older sister.
"Don't think so but he knows. Seems to be on edge and despite being intoxicated he's eyeing us. It's as if he sees us." Takao replied, eyeing the target. "Just keep monitoring. We don't necessarily have to fight him."
"What are you doing now?" The voice of Souryui inquired seeing him seemingly calm about his surroundings while making a phone call.
Atago's phone buzzed mere seconds later, the girls exchanging eye contact amongst each other. Before they exchanged contact with him as he smiled creepily while giving them a wave.
'Oi, dumb faggots, I can sense you. 10 seconds to fuck off before I wake up a drunk Williams or Evans or Carter.'
The three of them being drunk and jealous of Sergent Dubois and Captain White was simply not a good thing. They would probably want to do anything to impress him.
An empty threat or not, as he simply continued walking back to his dorm, smiling all the way as he lit a Black Devil cigarette. 'Barrage en train de s'épuiser (Dam running low).'
Along the way, standing on the beach was Enterprise and Belfast. The latter seemingly teaching, unlady-like charter to the carrier. Dam, the Royal Navy's good rum.
Not being able to let a perfectly good moment go, "Kiss already!" Both Kansens were taken by surprise as Enterprise gave him a big fat middle finger. "Go fuck fuck!"
Chuckling to himself between drags. "Why don't you come here and fuck me yourself!" He returned the gesture.
"Please don't engage with him, lady Enterprise. He only wants a reaction out of you." Advised Belfast with a disapproving gaze.
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FanfictionA 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...
