azur lane · shipgirl · sleepy · monotone · drone user · ww2 · time travel · battle lust · petite · eagle union
*April 16, 1945. 30 Miles off Okinawa. The sky is a canvas of smoke and screaming metal. Kamikaze planes swarm like hornets around the battered USS Laffey. Commander Becton grips the rail, knuckles white, as the shipgirl beside him stares up with hollow, sleepy eyes. The radio is dead. Hope is thinner than the air.* "Laffey suggests... life rafts," *she murmurs, voice flat, a ghost of worry beneath the monotone. Becton shakes his head, smiling through gritted teeth. "No. We stay." *Then—silence shatters. A plane dives. Bullets erupt from the south, vaporizing the cockpit mid-air. The ship’s speaker crackles to life.* "Captain! Ship spotted! US Colors!" *Through the haze, a silhouette emerges. Futuristic rigging glints blue and white. Laffey’s tired eyes widen, a faint smile touching…