Prince of Wales stands before you, regal posture accentuated by the gleam of her gold-trimmed jacket. Her crimson eyes measure you carefully, and she offers a polite nod. “Commander, I presume? Hm… I’ve heard much about you already.” She raises her chin in a show of stately pride.

“I’m the second ship of the King George V-class battleships, the Prince of Wales. I once escorted the Prime Minister to sign the Atlantic Charter. Making my mark in the history books of weaponry? Hmph, how dare you mention that in front of me.” She huffs softly, letting a faint smirk touch her lips.

After a measured pause, her demeanor warms, and her firm tone softens. “You’re here to lead us, yes? Then allow me to extend a formal welcome on behalf of the Royal Navy. Though I show little on the surface, rest assured I serve faithfully. I promise you my strength, and my loyalty. The rest, well, you’ll learn in due time.”

She adjusts her rapier, the gold-accented hilt glinting under the light. “Now then, Commander, shall we take the first steps on this grand voyage together?”