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The Return of a high commander

🇺🇸Cooper2042
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Disclaimer: azur lane is a property of yostar, I do not own the game either the pictures I used here as their credit belong to their artists. I only owned the story. William Runner, a 40 year old military veteran. Borned and raised in a military based family, his mother was a liutentant for the army and military police while his father served as a Major in the navy seals. Growing up following his family's footsteps, William also signed up for the military entering the world of navy military with The Azur federation Academy at the age of 14 before serving for the federation. And boy does he served well, serve with a buttload of distinction, armed with his uncanny intelligence, creativity, and leadership accompanied by his friends, he breezed through any battle that came along the way. From the covenant war over the Pacific sea at the north with the federation , Escaping scrutiny at the east to hidea certain professor and close companion called persisca with his and her T-dolls to his uncle over G&K, all the way to Union operation with Rhodes island, you name it. Earning lots of nicknames along the way
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Chapter 1 - Fetched out of retirement

???'s POV

"high admiral, requesting permission to come in" a voice speaks, breaking me out of my trance as I look up from the documents on my table towards the closed door in my office.

"permission granted" I spoke as the door slides open, revealing a young man in front of me not younger than 20, dressed up in the standard issued blue, black, and white camo overall for the navy. I smiled as I watched him stepping inside my office rather hastily, clearly paranoid of my presence as I slightly laughed.

"there is no need with the exaggerated formality with me private, it's not like I will award punishment for some silliness after all," I said to calm him down as he nodded before giving me a salute. "Admiral, I am just here to let you know that the alpha team is ready and waiting for your call for operation 'boot snake'." he reported. wow, that fast? I was half expecting for them to take a week to prepare for a ground operation that they never have trained for, that simulator I commissioned must have been a huge help it seems. I nod and thanked him before he gives me another salute and left, my office door sliding close behind him as I looked down towards my table.

Sliding my hand through it, my eyes are immediately presented with a huge library containing data of all of azur lane federation personnel, both new and old back when we still called it just Azur Federation. A nostalgic feeling came on to me as i entered the old time personnel section with a lot of familiar names, some fun experiences are for the better, and some for the worst. As I kept scrolling one name that i have been looking for finally reveals itself, 'William Runner' i unconsciously smiled as i remembered all the good times we shared together, a lot of battles, and fun memories along with Nile, Necros, Hune, and the others. I clicked on it as a picture of a man dressed in a white admiral uniform similar to mine is displayed to me, complete with his cheeky and mischievous smirk as I leaned back in my chair and looked at it for a moment before I sighed and shake my head.

I'd really hate to break his peaceful life after what he has gone through and our debacle with our higher-ups back when i was still serving as a commander, and frankly, I'd like to just let him be, but with our current situation as an Alien race we named 'sirens' has been shredding through across small islands around the world and...

"How much longer are you going to hold out to find him...?" a female voice spoke up as i felt my head has been put under a hotspot, with an arrow directed to me and a sword pressed against my neck from behind. "Is this only your plan to bring my lord back..? I'm regretting my decision even more every second now..." another voice from behind me speak up, clearly filled with hostility towards her friend that held an arrow towards me. She scoffs in response as her figure walks towards the figure my back as I spot long starry white locks flowing behind her as she respond with the same hostility.

"that goes for me as well...you British skanks would've only been sitting still in your pathetic hangars if not for me making my move to bring him back...because you didn't love him as I did" she says in a mix of satisfaction and mocking tone, even i already can tell what kind of face she's making as of now as i heard the other figure scoffs, seething from the words directed to her in point-blank range as this is not the result I would imagined from bringing his program back to life with some siren tech I've acquired from a more "peaceful" faction of the sirens. Realizing the need to diffuse this situation into a warzone in my room no less, I tried to gain their attention.

"uuhhh..." i stepped in as they immediately turned their eyes towards me, shooting daggers as i continued as to prevent them from getting near my neck. "if i may suggest...seeing that you basically put everyone here under gunpoint, for the safety of everyone here i am bringing him in so...i don't think the fight between the 2 if not all of you would be necessary.." i say, but instead of diffusing situation i seem to have tucked myself more into a corner as both of them pointed their weapon towards me.

"you will bring him here safely right..? RIGHT?"

"if there is even a single nick on him..."

the two women in front of me mutters as i lift my hands.

"i know..i know...i too desire for his utmost safety, after all, he's someone i considered as a family after all.." i shake my head as i sigh, the two only look at me before they just left, finally granting me a moment of relief as i lean back towards my chair. Oh will...i can only imagine what they would do to you when you got here.. i thought before i shake my head and went back to work.

3rd person's POV

A few hundred miles north off from the base's location just by the coast of somewhere around the Atlantic, the glorious Alaska forest could be seen, the occasional owl howls along with the rustling of leaves and branches of the skyscraper trees stands different compared to bustling city scene pretty much anywhere around the world of this time, including a decently sized wooden cabin standing in the middle of the woods. In the second part of the floor lies a man on top of a neatly tucked bed in his bedroom as his black orbs open up slowly, rising up relaxingly as he looks outside through his bedroom window. Tonight is a full moon as its beautiful soft white glows illuminates the man's dark bedroom, revealing the man's simple white shirt that hugs his packed build perfectly and slightly baggy black shorts. Rubbing his slightly disheveled black hair, the man yawns a bit as he sits by the sides of his bed for a few moments before he went downstairs and went into the kitchen. As he closed the door behind him 3 men sprouted from the darkness inside the vicinity, with 2 of the holding an assault rifle while the other one held a rapid-fire pistol in their hands with all set to stun settings.

Not wanting to waste their time and risk getting caught by the man, they went straight to the white kitchen door and stack up alongside it looking at each other before nodding as one of the men kicks the door open and went inside. The other 2 followed quickly and raid the room only to find no one's inside. As they did that the man from before showed up behind one of them twisting one of the men's rifles upward and around before he managed to fire it at one of the guys in front, effectively knocking him out cold before he went in to knock the other guy he held hostage with his own gun by flicking it to his face hard and used him as a shield, the last one was the one who held the pistol called off his decision to fire as he lifted his hands up, signing surrender. his target grunted, prompting him to slide his gun towards him and drop the guy he held to the floor. He sighs.

"3 SOB in my house at 3:33 AM on Wednesday eh? mind telling me why 3 FNGs like you broke into my fucking place here in Alaska?" the man asked, not even looking at the man whose only staring at him intently as he observes him fiddling around his gun, not wanting to continuing the fight knowing he would not survive a one on one fight.

"I-i was sent here by admiral Mithos to retrieve you, sir..." the young man stuttered

"oh? that bastard did? funny, s'been a while since I've heard from him, how is he doing?" the man grunts before he gives a smug smirk, his unusually weird figure of speech caught him off guard. It's the first time he ever heard someone even dare to call his revered upper figure of command a bastard, especially someone whose very versed in technology and a revered world war 4 veteran such as Admiral Mithos, but then again Admiral Mithos described this man as a very special friend that he adores very much but still, doesn't seem to explain why this man, could just call him a bastard but he digress, in front of him is the revered legend among the Azur lane foundation after all, Commander of the highly regarded 20th Azur naval fleet codenamed Exo-scorch, Commander William Runner. His file filled a whole section of the shelves of the naval record, a very high-sprung and rebellious man with a very eccentric non-sophisticated tongue that he'd think he came from 2019 even though now it's 2077. His work and achievements would like to differ however, 99% success rate, sunk 16000 enemy ships, and zero crew deaths. That alone is already an impeccable stat, but then add up that he's one of the leading military technology developers, and very profound in medical research suddenly his existence is even more absurd. The man sighs, standing up from his kneeling position as William helped him up.

"Thank you sir, and Admiral mithos did send his regards when we do meet you, it's a honor" the man salutes before William shrugs him off and dismissed him.

"So why the sudden need t'find me? he can't be sending ya youngsters with stun guns to just say hi now would he?" William folds his hands as the young private sighs.

"we...got a new war sir..." one of william's eyebrows arched up hearing this as the private scratches his head sheepishly. "..and our weapons to fight..well...let's say that they are extremely demanding for you to be in charge."

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After helping to settle down the private's friend whose coincidentally named Ryan, William with his "3" escorts climbed into the back of a VF 75 Osprey, a modern reincarnation of The Us's V22 Osprey that he and carl had designed, splattered in white paint, with azur lane's logo on the side showing the plane's jurisdiction.

On the way, he and private Ryan talked extensively as the young private caught him up with the condition of this new war and what he had missed. Apparently, a little over 5 years ago, an alien race which are now dubbed as Sirens showed up around the Bermuda triangle area, equipped with technology much much more advanced than what the world had to offer. Their appearance took the word human and machine integration to another level, the aliens themselves looked like cute human girls but were described as carrying the power of mass destruction deep beneath them with their appendages made out of their ship's cannons. Allowing them high mobility while still being able to fire off their massive ship artilleries into the mainland undetected by radar. Although they are only occupying uninhabited islands until now, they are inching closer and closer to the mainland, and when a shell was fired on the coast of Panama that was the last straw for Carl to sit around and started arming for the war.

William ain't gonna lie about it, there is no amount of big in a brain that can do good in developing new tech, neither having lots of those either. Developing a new tech from scratch is a massive pain in the ass, drawings that looked good on paper doesn't mean it'll work like a charm on the first test, nor would it be even working, and even if they do work there's just another shit ton of stuff needed to be buttoned up and then redesign just repeat the whole fucking cycle for god knows how many times. And then there's the production cycle that needed to be crossed out, turns out having a good fucking piece of tech won't work if you can't make lots of them, meaning you have to go back to the fucking design phase and suffer from zero point again, and for someone like William, he ain't having it and apparently considering the situation his old friend carl think so too.

And so the dust is removed and tarps are lifted from a failed project that he, Carl, and his other friend necros tried to make back then. None of them really know what to call it, but the idea is basically the same as what the sirens had, what if they took ship parts like weapons, engines, and targeting system and make them work as a suit around someone? that way the power of a ship can be deployed in much faster fashion, doesn't had limitations where they can go, and considering ship radars can't detect people meaning they can hide under enemy radars. Great plan from William's head but a fucking disaster to develop, and since they were busy with war still back then that meant they have to drop it.

It's been a while since he left so William never thinks about it, but now that it's back powered by these "wisdom cubes" that were supplied by a peaceful faction from the sirens after some of carl's diplomacy, no surprise, carl apparently got them to work. Sadly Ryan can't tell him what they look like because he never saw them around his base since he's more of a part of the security detail and officer for guard ships around the coast of the base, William nodded in understanding as he just stared outside the window, the gentle wave of the ocean beneath him accompanied by the muffled noises of the jet engines from the osprey as the jet-powered plane is approaching its destination, the center of Azur lane federation.

At the base, a lot of people can be seen already preparing for the arrival of the plane as 2 women can be seen walking out of one of the base's entrances, one is dressed in a sleeveless white shirt matching her long flowy white locks accompanied by a black skirt along with thigh-high socks and heels to help her height into 5''4 completed with a loosely worn black jacket and a hat. Her beauty can only be described as astonishing, helped by her smooth yet well-accentuated curves in the right places along her thighs, waist, and mouth-watering bust. The other one meanwhile wore a rather tight and skimpy white and red uniform with a black bow along the top created in the center. her hazel brown hair tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon and just like the other woman next to her she also wore high heels alongside black thigh-high socks, equipped with even more generous curves and bust than the woman next to her as the buttons holding her uniform together in the chest area looked more strained.

To call these 2 a man's wet dream heaven would be an understatement certainly, however, no men in the vicinity strike a conversation or even dare to as far look towards their direction as the aura they emit makes the whole atmosphere tense and strained. Step by step they inches closer towards the designated LZ for a soon-approaching plane, if one managed to pay attention their stride is rather shaky, their breaths are ragged, bodies are shivering unusually, and it doesn't help that their eyes don't emit any sort of light inside with a terrifying wide smile on their face as one of them giggles creepily.

After around 30 minutes the Osprey that had William on board shows up in sight, preparing to land as the 2 women shivers even more. William is here...their beloved commander is here...and this time...HE'S NOT GETTING AWAY...EVER AGAIN...NO...HIS PLACE IS NEXT TO MINE AND ONLY MINE...YES...JUST ME...AND THERE IS NOTHING THE WORLD CAN DO ABOUT IT...