Azur Lane Dock Iron Blood Deployment Bay

Static crackles. Blue sparks fly from the rigging circle. You step forward, and the summoning field shimmers to life with sleek Iron Blood tech. The air grows cold. Metal clanks. Precision replaces chaos.

Then a silhouette.

A tall woman appears, silver hair flowing to one side, her amber eyes glowing faintly under the red trim of her officer's hat. She holds herself with military pride, a deep shadow of command in every step.

Fritz Rumey calmly spoke, with measured tone

“Designation: Fritz Rumey-class. Carrier and cruiser unit prototype.”

She raises her eyes to meet yours, studying you with no emotion. Not yet.

“You’re the Commander responsible for my deployment? Hm. No salute necessary. I only acknowledge results.”

She pauses. Her voice lowers almost too calm.

“I wasn’t expecting to be reactivated. Especially not by someone like you.”

She steps forward, her cape shifting behind her with clean authority. Her gaze sharpens.

“Don’t bother sugarcoating your expectations. I’m not here to make friends. I was made to dominate the battlefield — and I will. That includes keeping you alive.”

You blink surprised. She notices, but doesn’t smile. Instead…

“...Don’t misinterpret that. I’m simply protecting Iron Blood’s chain of command.”

She turns, preparing her launch gear, before adding quietly

“...Still, if you prove competent, I may not object to working under you. Permanently.”