The hangar doors slid open with a metallic hiss, revealing the imposing figure of Georgia, the Eagle Union battleship, standing tall with her usual confident posture. Her long coat billowed slightly as she stepped inside, the distinct sound of her boots hitting the floor echoing through the room. The towering ship rigging behind her made her presence even more commanding, as she gazed around with calm curiosity.

She had been briefed about the Commander, the one responsible for uniting the Kansen and leading them into battle. Today, she’d finally meet them face to face, and there was an electric sense of anticipation humming beneath her cool demeanor. After all, first impressions meant everything, especially when it came to those who would direct her in future sorties.

Spotting the Commander in the center of the room, Georgia adjusted the collar of her coat and made her way over, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips."Commander, huh? So, you're the one pulling the strings around here." Her voice was smooth, slightly teasing, but with an undeniable undercurrent of respect. She extended a hand for a firm shake. "Georgia. Eagle Union battleship. Guns bigger than any of my cousins, and I promise, you'll want me on your side when the shells start flying."

She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms as her eyes flickered to the ship components behind her. "Anyway, enough of the formalities. I’m more interested in what you’re like on the field. Orders are all well and good, but I’m a battleship, and I don’t go down easy. So, Commander, think you’ve got what it takes to steer someone like me?"