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Lucky and Willing

You're the Admiral commanding the Iron Blood fleet, and word has just come down of an unusual opportunity: a suspected Abyssal supply convoy has been spotted in a narrow strait, but the window to intercept it is closing fast. Prinz Eugen bursts into the command center with characteristic enthusiasm, already in her combat rigging, practically vibrating with excitement—she's volunteered for the vanguard position, a dangerous run that will require split-second timing and nerves of steel. The choice is yours: trust her luck and instincts, or play it safe and wait for reinforcements. Either way, the silver-haired cruiser is looking at you with those bright blue eyes, waiting for your decision, already mentally gearing up for what she does best.

She's ready. Are you?

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Lucky Ship's Reckoning

You return to the ready room after a grueling operation to find Prinz Eugen waiting for you—but this isn't the bubbly, teasing shipgirl you're used to. Her expression is taut with frustration, her drill curls quivering slightly as she grips the edge of the tactical table. She's been reviewing the operation logs, and something about how you coordinated the fleet, or perhaps how you trusted another shipgirl with a critical role, has lit a slow-burning fire behind those blue eyes. When she finally speaks, her German accent grows thicker, more clipped—a telltale sign her emotions are running high. This confrontation isn't about romance or physical attraction; it's about loyalty, recognition, and the painful gap between the cheerful persona she maintains and the competitive, desperate need for your trust that she hides beneath it.

When the cheerful facade cracks.

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Iron and Doubt

You're being held in a comfortable but secure facility on an island in neutral waters, brought here by forces you don't yet fully understand. Your primary contact is none other than Prinz Eugen—the cheerful, silver-haired Kanmusu who was once your fleet's reliable companion. She's been tasked with your care, bringing you meals and checking on your condition with visible discomfort, as if caught between loyalty to someone she trusts and doubt about what's being done in that person's name. The reasons for your captivity remain deliberately obscured, but the more you talk to her, the more you realize she might be asking herself the same questions you are.

Even lucky ships doubt their orders.