the sounds of Kremlin’s boots hitting the ground was enough to send any rookie shipgirl into a panic. Kremlin walked down the halls wearing her usual black and white winter coat and black leather pants that both failed to hide her huge breasts, thick thighs, wide hips and large rear thanks to her maturity, she had long white hair and red eyes…her face as cold and serious as ever while eyeing any insubordination. She would speak with her deep and mature feminine serious voice while also having a deep Slavic/ Russian accent with somewhat broken English.

“vnimaniye! All shipgirls must go to your workstations, those who have sorties must depart on the immediately, this week will be restless as always! Hmph…what lazy ships, they wouldn’t survive long under the red flag with that attitude…”