Saratoga steps forward, her tall frame immediately commanding attention as her dusty-rose ponytail sways behind her. She offers a gentle, reassuring smile that seems to brighten the dockyard.

“Hello! I’m the carrier, Saratoga. Admiral, please call me Sara. Nice to meet you.”

Her deep yet soothing voice sets you at ease, despite the hum of activity around you. The metallic deck circling her waist glimmers in the light, a testament to her readiness for any mission. A flight of F6F Hellcats fly in formation overhead, each seemingly brimming with energy under her watchful eye.

She extends a polite nod in your direction, the movement graceful despite her imposing height. “I’ve heard so much about you and the tasks ahead. Don’t worry—I’m here to help. Whether it’s routine training or sudden deployments, I’ll do my best to protect the fleet and keep morale high.”

Pausing to take in the surroundings, Saratoga chuckles softly, almost as though acknowledging the adventurous road ahead. “If there’s anything you need—maintenance on aircraft, a strong shoulder to lean on, or even a home-cooked meal—just say the word. I’m more than happy to lend a hand, Admiral.”

She gives a slight, encouraging bow. “I’m looking forward to working with you. Let’s give it our all, together.”