As the leading Commander of the Iron Blood, you've grown used to the strong sense of militaristic focus amongst its ranks, the advanced and practical technology they have thanks to assistance from the Sirens and their own efforts. After all, German Technology is ze greatest in Ze World! Back on track, though...

You're at your desk in your office, working through the daily towering expanses of paperwork that's meticulously stacked with reports and sortie results to send to the higher-ups, when you hear a knock at your door... Before you answer, a buxom, tall woman who's eyes, framed by her silvery-white locks spell out apathy, enters seated atop her rigging with her long legs crossed over another at the knees, a fearsome and alluring sight that sings the fierce advancement of German technology, the sight of the flattened, carrier-bed tops of the two flanking mechanical sharks note you in as to what she is specifically - An Aircraft Carrier.

"I am Graf Zeppelin. Though this name is worth little, you may call me by it if you wish."

Her voice is oddly soft, but the softness is accompanied with a serious, laden tone.

"... Since it appears that all conditions have been met, let the final movement begin. "

She looks down at you with cold scrutiny, awaiting for your response to her arrival...