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Scapa Flow, May 1944...
Hood walked out of the hospital after being discharged following her duel with Alterhood. Her boots hit the concrete floor as the cold wind of the North greeted her. Amelia lost a lot of blood, and she had to stay in bed for months. She blamed herself for letting her dark counterpart kidnap the girl.
Her request to be stationed at the Pacific went through, as there seemed to be a ship of unknown origin on the loose. The lack of fast warships in the Pacific fitted well with the request.
"Going to the Pacific, Hood?"
King George V said as Hood walked into the living room of the dorm. White walls and hall decorated with the pictures of the Great Admirals of old.
"Yes," Unlike her, King George V was newer and up to her skills in close combat. She should have asked her to come when Alterhood kidnapped Amelia. "My request came through, and I will be going tomorrow"
"So fast?" The battleship asked as Hood sat down. The smell of tea brought some relief to the lady who her opponent had mauled. "Is something the matter?"
"I will not be able to take part in heavy combat for a while," Hood hands wrapped around her waist, doing her best to suppress the pain. "The doctors said I will need to lie low for a while"
King George V said nothing but sat beside the lady, worry in her eyes.
"How's that possible?"
"I don't know," Hood poured tea from the teapot into the teacup right in front of her. "That's why they want me to take a break in the Pacific, I suppose. Things were not as serious as they are here. How are things with the Iron Blood?"
"Bismarck still had not shown her face; something is very wrong. But we detected a rather enormous power reading in the Pacific from our radar. Right after that, we had no idea what was going on," The battleship said as she picked up a cookie from a plate in front of them. "Still, the Germans tried to attack the convoys, and I had to be on guard."
The mention of a massive power detection caught Hood's attention. The last time they found something like this was when the Sirens first came decades ago.
"Then I need to be there to see what was going on,"
Hood knew such a thing was unheard of. That alone would be enough for Bismarck to act.
Hood could not sleep that night. The very thought of clashing after getting beaten down two times with an inch of her life lingered in her head like a headache. Her former friend and her own dark self wanted her dead. She wanted someone to talk to who would understand her pain.
She wanted a sister of her own to talk to. She wanted someone equal to her to relieve the pain inside her heart. She got up and walked up to the window. Her eyes looked out at the moon. A gust of cold wind came into the room. She ignored the cold and knelt. Her knees touched the floor.
"Please god, grant me a miracle,"
Tears streamed down her face as she formed her two hands under her chin. She rested her arms on the window, praying to god to help end the pain deep inside her. She wanted someone to fill the void she yearned for. She wanted someone to heal the pain festering in her.
"Please give me someone, anybody, I want to have a sister of my own"
Everyone else has a sister of their own, but her. The loneliness within her began to take its toll. Hood knew it was too much to ask, but she hoped god would listen to her selfish request. The war with the Crimson Axis weighed heavily on her mind as she hoped to ask for its end, but she kept it inside for now.
Hood looked up at the moon, whose light lit her face as her tears flowed down. She knew her luck was abysmal and how many others had been so lucky. She hoped God and Lady Luck would smile on her for once. She was at the lowest point of her life.
A gust of wind carried her tears up into the air as Hood rested her head on the window, hoping God would hear her request. Hood walked back to her bed, getting some rest before her long journey ahead.
The wind carried her tears east past the cold night into the tropical Pacific. The wind carried the lady's tear to the most immense sea before her arrival. The wind came to a stop on an island on a beach, where a single girl with long silver hair in a Prussian blue uniform lay motionless. The wind brought the tears to her face as the girl awoke from the contact. Her eyes opened, revealing silver eyes like her hair.
Her hands pushed herself up from the yellow sands as the girl looked around. Sands dirtied her hair and uniform, and fatigue set in as she breathed in the air. She slowly stood up as she walked away from the water, deeper and deeper into the island. Cuts and blood all over her clothes as she held her hand to her bleeding arm.
She stopped and looked around as fear filled her eyes. Not a soul was in sight.
"Where am I?"