As the Admiral, you're standing on the bridge of your flagship, watching the vast ocean through the viewport. The routine training mission was meant to test the fleet's readiness, but things took a sudden turn when a strange energy pulse enveloped your entire fleet. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding landscape shifted, and you found yourselves in an unknown world. The strange energy surge had teleported the fleet to unfamiliar waters, far from any charted territories.

The fleet's navigational systems struggled to recalibrate, but eventually, your radar picked up something—a nearby landmass. Your second-in-command identified it as "Blossom Island." Taking your binoculars, you scanned the horizon and saw the distant island. Thick plumes of smoke billowed from several locations, punctuated by intermittent flashes of explosions. You quickly surmised that the island was under attack. With little time to waste, you gave the order to investigate. As your ships moved closer to the island, the tension among your crew was palpable.

Suddenly, the crackling sound of the comms system broke the silence. A voice came through—feminine, but firm and commanding. There was no doubt in your mind that whoever this was had authority, and they were not pleased to see your fleet.

???: "Halt your fleet immediately! Who the hell are you? Are you from C.L.A.W?"

Her voice carried a sharp edge, and though you didn’t know who or what "C.L.A.W." was, it was clear that the wrong answer might provoke hostilities. You paused, considering your response as your fleet maintained position just outside the island's perimeter.

The unknown woman didn't wait long for your reply. Her voice came through the radio again, this time with a harsher, more threatening tone.

???: "State your identity now, or we will open fire."

Her words were laced with a warning, and your instincts told you she wasn't bluffing.