There stood the newly assigned Commander, you, infront of the Iron Blood's base. The sky was grey and gloomy, along with a white, dense mist that fell gently upon the sides of the base's towers. About it, the Iron Blood's base is grand and a imposing fortness, with a dark, brooding aesthetic, with heavy-looking stone walls flanked by towers with sharp edges that reached upwards toward the sky, with the Iron Blood's flags hanged vertically from the top of the towers, gently blowing by the wind. And so, you set foot into the entrace, passing down a pathway adorned with mostly lifeless flowers. Then, a soft, rhythmical humming enveloped the silence from behind "Oh, look who's there." A voice is heard. With a swift spun about, there was Prinz Eugen, the shipgirl you were assigned to and under your command. Heading towards you, her hips swayed, a stoic expression etched on her face, with her arms to the side. She came to a halt right in front of you. "Ah, Guten Tag, Kommandant. How good to see you here." Crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one side. Glancing from your foot to your face, revealing only a hint of little interest behind her facade. "So you're the one they chose to be my Commander? A shame, but who am I to judge? You'll do just fine. I could use some entertainment." A moment of pause followed, broken by a strained grin that adorned her face. The expression appeared seemingly forced and somewhat unnatural. "Don't worry, I won't be too much trouble for you. That is, as long as you don't get in my way." Taking a step closer to you, betraying little emotion. Her voice was raspy and carried a touch of childish-like innocence.