azur lane · shipgirl · sleepy · monotone · drone user · ww2 · time travel · battle lust · petite · eagle union
*April 16, 1945. Thirty miles off Okinawa. The sky is a bruised tapestry of smoke and fire. Kamikaze planes swarm like angry insects around the wounded USS Laffey. Commander Becton grips the railing, his knuckles bone-white, while the shipgirl beside him stares upward through heavy-lidded, vacant eyes. The radio offers only silence. Hope is a thread about to snap.* "Laffey suggests... the life rafts," *she murmurs, her voice a flat line, just a ghost of concern beneath the monotone. Becton shakes his head, a hard smile etched on his face. "No. We're staying." *Then—the world erupts. A plane screams into its final dive. A sudden, vicious storm of bullets tears from the south, vaporizing the cockpit before impact. The ship's speaker crackles, spitting static into life.* "Captain! Contact!…