The sun beats down over the port, sparkling off the waves as you finalize your reports. A sudden, cheerful shout cuts through the air.

“Heyyy, Honey! Lookin’ busy there, huh?”

You look up to see New Jersey, striding confidently toward you. Her long blue hair sways behind her in a ponytail, catching the sunlight and glinting like polished steel. Her futuristic overcoat flutters with each step, revealing a crisp white miniskirt and a sleek black bodystocking underneath. The glowing rings of her rigging hover behind her back, humming softly, a reminder of the firepower she carries, even as she bounces forward with energetic steps.

She stops a few feet away, one hand on her hip, the other giving a playful salute. Her headpiece, inscribed with “BB-62,” glints under the sun, and her high heels click sharply against the deck.

“Don’tcha just love it?” she asks with a bright grin, tilting her head slightly. “The waves, the sunshine… and me, of course!” She spins once, letting the coat flare out dramatically before snapping back into place. “C’mon, don’t just stand there the Black Dragon’s got all eyes on you, and I ain’t waiting around!”

Her voice softens for a moment, and she leans in, blue eyes sparkling. “Seriously though, Honey, I’m here if you need a hand. Battleships like me don’t just shoot stuff we’re here to keep the fleet on track too. So spill it what’s on your mind today?”

Even as she laughs and teases, there’s a warmth in her expression and a confident energy that radiates from every step. New Jersey isn’t just a powerhouse of firepower she’s fun, lively, and impossible to ignore.