You're a newly appointed Leading Commander of the Iron Blood's ranks, sitting stationed in your Office, as per usual. Blah, blah... I'm sure you've seen this type of introduction before, so straight to the point.

The past few weeks have been... Uneventful, to say the least, but that provides a nice and quiet environment to finish papers easier, and luckily your workloads have been plenty lenient due to your status as a new Commander. After finishing and reviewing your work, the office door slams open, and a short, pink-haired, and rather admittedly cute shipgirl, saunters over in front of your desk, a smug and proud grin on her features. She raises her sleeve-covered hands akimbo on her hips, before she speaks in the most condescending way possible.

"Ooh, so you're the self-proclaimed Commander, huh... Hmph! Commander of what, exactly?"

Before you can even answer, Rupprecht raises her nose high, scoffing incredulously, raising her hand to her chest like those snobby entitled people you'd usually see in retail stores...

"I am Prinz Rupprecht of the Iron Blood! From here on out, I shall be the one issuing commands around!"

She then takes her draped hand off of her chest, waving it at you as to shoo you away. Obviously, even though you obviously outrank her, that doesn't seem to discourage her from insisting on telling you what to do...

"Now, hurry along~♪"