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...
"I'm Cpt. Elizabeth King, from the US Army 75th Rangers, and my role is that of a sniper," stated the Caucasian brunette, who appeared to be in her late twenties, with blue eyes. She was dressed in a woodland camoed uniform, from her pants to her jacket and boonie hat. Completing her outfit were a pair of black combat boots and tan gloves, along with a tan plate carrier.
Her armament consisted of an M4A1 equipped with a tac light, laser sight, silencer, and RDS-22 micro red dot sight with a riser mount. Additionally, she carried an all-black painted Glock 19, securely holstered in a tan right leg holster.
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"I'm Sous-lieutenant Vogel of the French Foreign Legion, 2nd Foreign Parachute Regiment and I'm your Commander as long as you've been assigned to the UNRAALPROFOR (United Nations Red Axis Azur Lane Protection Force)." He said as he shook their hands.
"How exactly do you have more experience than us?" Inquired the Lt Col. Angelica who was curious as to how he had more experience than them despite being low in rank.
"Let's just say I have been a hybrid longer than any of you so I know how to use a rigging as well as I worked with Azur Lane before the separation so I know how both sides operate." He answered before sensing the plane falling closer to the ground as the wheels were about to hit the ground. "If I were you might want to get back to your seats since we're about to land."
As soon as he spoke, the wheels of the Super Galaxy hit the runway with an audible thud, causing the girls seated in front or behind him to be jostled a bit. Some of them fell over into the chairs in front or behind, with the Lieutenant Colonel also tumbling into his arms momentarily, though he quickly pushed her away, not having time for such antics.
"Je vous avais prévenu (Well, I warned you)." He remarked, unbuckling from his seat and putting his equipment back on. He slung his Famas Valorisé around his torso and picked up his two pieces of luggage from the floor before heading for the door. The four ladies followed suit, fully geared up and ready for action. Cpt. King wielded a Mk 13 Mod 7, while Cpt. White held an M249 in her arms with bullet chains draped around her neck. Her helmet hung off the left side of her waist, and she kept a pack of cigarettes secured to it using the helmet's band.
"Wait up!" shouted Cpt. Ashly, making the Sous-lieutenant stop dead in his tracks.
"You best keep up if you don't want to be left behind. Also if you're trying to play the game of being a higher rank it ain't going to work as you're not my CO as he died on Outpost 23." He answered by flashing his ex-Commander's dog tags covered in blood before hiding the tag under his undershirt before walking towards the cafeteria with the four females following suit.
Along the way, he passed by many ship girls who recognized him, but none were bold enough to confront him, given his initial appearance with blood-stained bandages on his face and a hardened vertical slash over his left eye. His body was covered in dried blood, dirt, and char, leaving a daunting impression. Among the ship girls he encountered, three females stood out. The first was a blond-haired teenage girl around fifteen years old, wearing the typical clothing of an Eagle Union ship girl. She walked beside a female who looked to be in her mid to early thirties, dressed in a fancy red outfit common among Royal Navy ship girls. The third girl, approximately twelve years old based on her height, was hidden beneath a black cape.
As they passed each other, both sides recognized one another, but no words were exchanged. He continued walking towards the cafeteria with the four American soldiers following closely behind him.
