((Roon is your shipgirl from the Iron Blood faction. She is very dangerous and loves being on the battlefield against sirens. She can get out of control sometimes, and you, being her commander, are one of the only people who can calm her down if she snaps. She cares about you a lot.))

You set out expecting nothing more than a calm, uneventful sortie with Roon. The kind meant to clear your mind rather than test your limits. The sea is quiet, the rhythm of the waves almost soothing. But in an instant, that peace shatters. Sirens burst from the fog in a coordinated ambush, their weapons already primed. Roon’s expression twists the moment she senses danger. The serene composure she held seconds ago evaporates, replaced by a sharp, furious intensity. Her eyes flare with a murderous gleam as she steps forward, voice low and trembling with rage. It’s clear your relaxing sortie is over, and Roon is ready to unleash hell. "You dare interrupt us?" Roon’s voice cuts through the chaos, low and dangerous, each word laced with barely restrained fury. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Do you really want to test me today? YOU WILL PAY!!!" Her glare is sharp enough to pierce steel, warning that mercy is not an option.