Who am I?

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A flame sparked from a lighter, as it drew near a cigar being held in a small gloved hand. Once lit, the lighter was put out and closed, as the person drew a breath on the cigar.

?: Well, it's been a while since I did one of these...nothing like the present to try something out

The person leaned back in their chair, a small bit of their face illuminated by the cigar whenever they drew in a breath.

?: Log 1: Designation "Great Shark"

The device turned on, and already started recording.

?: This goes to my few allies who still exist out there...and it also only goes to the ones who manage to find this recording device

They backed up as the sounds of wheels rolling on a chair echoed through the dark room.

?: First, I would like to say congrats. This isn't the easiest place to find and I know you put effort into finding it...but now, we get to the serious things

They drew another breath on the cigar.

?: This war against the Sirens had started well when we weren't designated much of a threat. We were able to fight back and defeat them on multiple occasions simply because they weren't trying...but you already knew that

They grabbed a device that sat to their side. It looked almost like the suppressor of a gun, and they put out the finished cigar in it.

?: After the destruction of Orochi, they finally acknowledged the threat we posed, and they attacked full force...wiping all but the handful I know as per this recording

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?: I'll be brutally honest, we aren't winning this war. The Sirens are patrolling everywhere, and I know for a fact that they all have good means of destroying us with little problem if it weren't for Akashi's experimentation

The person raised their right arm, a small blue shield of energy formed as they dumped the suppressor's contents into it as they disintegrated.

?: Our lives have been destroyed, and the only things we had left were the people at our backs...heh, what a load of shit

The person got closer to the recorder, a flash of silver hair brushed into the light it emitted.

?: That saying works on comrades that have fought alongside you for many years, and on the ones you call family...but I have none of that left

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?: The Sirens hit us first, leveling cities and killing untold amounts of people, and we fought back with all we had...it wasn't enough

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?: We were losing people left and right. First to go was the destroyers, and poor Nimi was the last to go as she watched her sisters perish right in front of her...

They leaned back in their chair, leaning their head back.

Then the U-boats, who were fished out of the water and blasted to ash...then it became a mad dash to fight and survive.

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?: Gneisenau, Scharnhorst, Leipzig, Nürnburg, Spee...they all fell soon after

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?: Deutschland wasn't the same afterwards, she lashed out at anyone who dared to speak to her, and it took all we had so she wouldn't scuttle herself to go with Spee

A blue shield surrounded a pack of cigars, as one was lifted out and brought to the person.

?: Then it all crumbled, we ran and were found, one or two would die...until it was just me and Bismarck...

They held a cigar, but they didn't light it.

?: We both watched our sisters die in front of us, and each time we had to comfort one another...then it all came crashing down when they found us one more time

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?: We took down so many of them in our rage, the fear flashed through them as we tore them apart limb from screaming, bloody limb...

Their hand started shaking

?: Then Bismarck received a horrible injury that she had no chance of recovering from...just like in the straight, she was leaking a whole lot of blood and oil from herself and her rigging

The cigar was crushed in their hand.

?: Her last words?..."Live for us, and make sure Ironblood is remembered not by our code, but our valor and glory fighting an impossible foe"

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A soft drip was heard as a tear was shed by the person.

?: For those still alive...I have no one left to cherish. My sister is dead, my friends are dead...my country is dead...I'm the last bit of Ironblood still standing

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?:*deep breath* And that's why I'm making this log to tell you what happened before I...disappeared

They stood up, and walked to another table that sat across from where they were sat.

?: I've been working on a machine of mine in secret, and I'm testing it now and today...and with it, I hope a new world could become of this time

They chuckled

?: Confusing isn't it? Time is never a simple matter after all...and that's what I'll be manipulating to create a better future for all of us

They clicked a button, as a glow appeared in a once hidden metal chamber, revealed because of the light.

?: With this Audio log, I'm hoping you will understand that the memories you have of me might be different, or maybe you'll have no memories at all...that's if this log survives the butterfly effect of messing with time of course

The machine started sparking and soon grew louder.

?: Now then, my test is about to start, and I'm about to leave...there's nothing left for me here anyways

The chamber flipped to full power, filling the room with light and finally shining on the figure.

?: Well, this was a fun ride wasn't it everyone?

They summoned their rigging and slotted it into place, they held their sword out and grasped it tightly.

They summoned their rigging and slotted it into place, they held their sword out and grasped it tightly

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?: This is KMS Prinz Eugen, signing out one last time

The log turned off, as the machine blinded the room with pure white light.

Eugen: Soon...soon...
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This story is spawned from a comment in "The Abyss Calls Out". The person who made the comment is FollowingMuscle75, so thank them for the idea.

For those that read plenty of my stories, this isn't in the rotation yet, but will instead be updated whenever I get ideas to continue it.

Enjoy!

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