After agreeing to the Admiral's proposal Mons has officially become part of the Azur Lane Navy and decides to continue participating in the tea party.

Ves: Mr. Mons may I see your hand?

Mons: Of course my child, but may I ask what for?

Ves: To clean your wound.

Mons: My wh... oh I see.

Mons shows Vestal his hand to show it has shards of ceramic shrapnel and is bleeding in a low but heavy flow.

Hood: Oh dear that looks quite bad.

Ves: it's slightly bad but nothing quick action can't fix. I'm going to need to take you back to the clinic to get the ceramic out since I don't have my med kit with me.

Mons: No need my dear I always carry one.

Just like the band-aids and chocolate bar, Mons pulls out a whole med kit from thin air.

Mons: Here you go child this should have all you need.

War: I... uh... how did you do that?

Mons: A magician never reveals his secrets little one. if it is not improper I would like another cup of tea. I would also like to apologize for breaking one of your cups.

Liz: It is quite alright, Belfast if you would be so kind as to pour this man another cup.

Bel: Yes your majesty.

what next happens is a strange scene where a super battleship from the future is sipping tea with a naval admiral. Who is accompanied by two small girls who are actually battleships. They in turn are flanked by a battle cruiser and a regular cruiser with said cruiser being a maid. All while having his hand treated for crushing a teacup in his hand.

Mons: I must say you British always did have good tea.

Hood: Thank you Mons we strive to impress.

Ves: I managed to get out the shards but surprisingly it doesn't have any stitches. So we'll still need to head to the clinic to get them. The wound is a little too deep for bandages to fix fully.

Mons: It doesn't need stitches.

Com: Why wouldn't a med kit include stitches?

Mons: I'll demonstrate, here hand me that black can with the nozzle Child.

Ves: Ok here...

Mons: Now observe.

To everyone's surprise when Mons presses the trigger on the back a weird foam fills the wound. In response Mons' face twists into a brief grimace. Slowly the foam ceases the blood flow and closes the wound.

Bel: Amazing...

Com: What is that if you don't mind me asking?

Dot: This applicant is called Polyethyltriphosphate.

Liz: Wh...

Mons: Or as the as it is affectionally called Biofoam. It cleans and fills a wound as well as helps regenerate tissue.

Ves: That's quite handy, is it possible that you could supply the clinic with this?

Mons: Of course, my hospital wing has a full assembly to make as much as my crew would need, but naturally I need my ship first.

Com: Of course your ship we will send you with a team in the morning to retrieve it.

Mons: Much obliged commander. *takes a final sip of tea* now I believe I should take my leave to prepare for the morning. Since it is getting quite late, but before I leave what is your name admiral? Consider me old-fashioned but I like to know the names of those I work for.

Com: I understand my name is Lancelot Holland.

Mons eyes widen and look away slightly not able to look him in the eye. Dot appears to look a little sad.

Mons: good to see him still alive in this reality. * Mons slowly gets up heavily leaning on his cane while doing so* It was a pleasure to meet you all, especially you your majesty.

Liz: likewise Mr. Mons.

Lan: Come by my officer around 8:00 am I will have a team assembled by then.

Mons: I and Dot will be there, I wish you all a wonderful rest of your day.

Dot: It was an honor to meet you all.

Ves: I will see you later I have to escort Mons back to the clinic.

Mons grabs Dot and puts her back in his inner jacket pocket before walking back down the trail with Vestal. The two chat while absent-mindedly on their way back to the clinic.

Ves: So your world didn't have any ship girls or boys?

Mons: No we did not.

Ves: I hope this doesn't sound rude, but then how did you experience what you did? Or even have memories if you weren't alive so to speak?

Mons: Because we were alive although we didn't have a technical physical manifestation. We did have a spiritual one kinda like a ghost. We could interact with other ships even Covenant ones. All of us had a human "form" I suppose, but we couldn't interact with our crew. We were there but not does that make sense?

Ves: it does a bit.

the two keep walking with a comfortable silence between them/

Mons: * chuckles* I remember a destroyer named Greene, he was one of my more wild children. He became infamous for something everyone called the incident.

Ves: What was the incident?

Mons: Well you see while we couldn't interact with the humans we could "copy" their stuff allowing us access to food, drink, Etc. So before the second battle of Arcadia, Greene managed to get his hands on some whiskey and downed half the bottle before the battle began. No matter what tried we couldn't wrench the bottle from his grasp.

Ves: Oh my lord.

Mons: it gets worse, soon enough the battle begins and we are just watching as the cannons and missiles open fire. Then a couple of Covenant ships decide to say "hello" and before long an insult match begins. eventually, Greene gets pissed.

Ves: Being drunk and angry is not a good combination.

Mons: No it is not. So Greene pulls out his service knife and rushes one of the Elites to try and fight him.

Ves: Oh no.

Mons: Everyone including the Elites just stood there shocked. As this 4 foot 5 human starts climbing all over this 7 foot 4 alien like a bloody monkey. Eventually, everyone snaps out of their shock and starts to cheer for their respective ship.

Ves: *giggles* that is quite the image.

Mons: Soon the Elite manages to grab Greene and throws him off of himself. Then Greene suddenly pulled out, and I am not joking a musket.

Ves: A musket?!

Mons: Yes a musket, in the middle of the 26th century aimed at an alien. He pulls the trigger and wounds the Elite. He then starts to berate the Elite. mocking him for being beaten by a small destroyer. With a weapon that hasn't been used in over 700 years.

Ves: *laughing* That... is one of the weirdest images I have ever thought of.

Mons: luckily the Elites were honorable enough to take their comrade back peacefully Since he won the fight. I berated him for hours for drinking and getting into a fight.

Ves: Sounds like he had fun.

Mons: Yeah he would brag all the time that he beat an Elite with nothing more than a knife and musket.

The two swap stories over various engagements and battles over the years. Before long they end up back at the clinic were Mons politely excuses himself to his room to sleep. After a few hours of sleep, Mons wakes up around 5:00 am and begins his morning stretches. Although struggling do to so with his leg's condition. He accidentally knocked over his alarm clock which alerted Vestal.

Ves: *Bursting through the doors* WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY DID YOU HURT YOURSELF!?

Mons: Breathe young one, I'm alright I simply knocked over my clock stretching.

Ves: Oh thank the lord! I was worried that you injured yourself. I assume your leg is what gave you trouble?

Mons: Yes unfortunately it still gives me trouble, *grabs his cane leaning on it* but I believe I am finished. Although I am famished, and as much as I love hospital food. I am longing for something a little more home-cooked.

Ves: I believe I know just the place it should be open right now.

Mons: Then lead on my child.

Steadily the two walk out of the clinic talking along the way. While walking down the streets of the naval base Mons comments on the base calling it peaceful. Eventually, they make it to the canteen where Mons ducks to fit under the door. Walking to the counter the two are met by none other than the USS Nevada, who is currently looking away from the pair.

Nev: I'll be there in a second just have to finish this real quick!

Ves: That's alright we'll wait.

Nev: Okay that should be it now. *turns around* what can I d...

Nevada spaces out shocked at the massive man in Infront of her covered in scars and bandages wearing an eyepatch.

Mons: Are you alright child?

Nev: I'm uh... fine just a bit shocked. Don't see a lot of men around none of which are as big as you. Betcha had some trouble through the door huh?

Mons: Unfortunately yes, but I am quite used to it by now.

Nev: I'm sure you are, now what can I getcha?

Mons: A simple American breakfast will do just fine for me, please.

Ves: I would like some pancakes, please.

Nev: Coming right up might take me a minute. Since my usual helpers are still asleep or just getting up at this hour.

Mons: If you would like I can help.

Ves: I didn't know you could cook.

Mons: you learn a thing or two when taking care of so many children.

Nev: Well a little help never hurts, come on back.

Mons enters the kitchen and helps Nevada make breakfast for himself, Vestal, and a few of the other ship girls who came in after Mons.

Nev: Say you're pretty good the girls love your food what's your name?

Mons: Olympus Mons, but please my dear just call me Mons.

Nev: I appreciate your help it's a bit hard to find a good cook nowadays.

Mons: Why thank you my child that's quite the compliment coming from such a good cook.

Nev: Aw you're gonna make me blush stop it.

Mons: Here my dear is the next plate.

Nev: That's strange no one ordered steak and eggs?

Mons: Because it's for you my child, take a break I can take it from here.

Nev: Wha... are you sure?

Mons: Of course, although I'll have to leave in about an hour to report to Admiral Holland so sadly you'll have to come back.

Nev: that's plenty of time thank you, Mr. Mons.

Mons: no problem and it's just Mons dear.

Nevada leaves the kitchen and sits down with her fellow ship girls. Mons mean while cooks for the next hour cooking for every ship that comes through the door. Causing quite a bit of chatter between them as none of them have ever seen such a huge person. Much less one covered in wounds shocking them even further is that he is cooking. Eventually, a trio of small girls walks in and one of them rushes up to the counter.

Uni: Mr. Mons! Mr. Mons!

Mons: Ah if it isn't the brave little girl, what brings you around?

Uni: I made you a drawing see! see! * gives Mons the drawing* It's you and me!

Mons: Aw it's wonderful thank you. Would you like some chocolate chip pancakes?

Uni: YES!

Mons: Then go sit down with Ms. Vestal and I'll bring it to you okay?

Uni: Okay!

As Unicorn runs off to join Vestal. Mons chuckles and cooks the pancakes and plates them. Grabbing his cane and walking over to where Unicorn is sitting. on his way there he stops to speak to Nevada. Saying that he's going to have to leave soon and he can't help cook anymore. She says it's fine and returns to the kitchen Mons eventually sits down next to the two.

Mons: Here you are little one your pancakes. *Unicorn proceeds to happily munch on the pancakes while holding U-chan*

Uni: You're a good cook, Mr. Mons.

Ves: Indeed you are.

Mons: Thank you I aim to please.

Uni: Can you play today Mr. Mons?

Mons: Sadly no my child as I have to retrieve my ship today.

Uni: Oh... *dejectedly*

Mons: But tell you what as soon as we get back I'll play whatever you want, okay?

Uni: Ok.

Mons: I believe I better get going to the commander's office.

Ves: But it's only 6:30, you don't have to be there till 8:00.

Mons: My brother had a saying. "if you're early your on time if you're on time your late if you're late don't bother showing up."

Ves: I suppose that's true. do you need me to lead you to the commander's office?

Mons: that would be appreciated, child.

The two leave the canteen making their way to the commander's office. When they reach his office Mons politely knocks before entering his office. leaving Vestal outside the office door.

Lan: You're a little over an hour early, but I suppose that's alright. The team should be here in around 20ish minutes. In the meantime would you care to sit down?

Mons: thank you for the offer, but I believe I will stay standing as I need to further train my legs.

Lan: I understand.

Mons: If I may ask who am I being sent with?

Lan: I'm sending you with Hornet, Cleveland, Tennessee, Baltimore, and of course Vestal.

Mons: Quite the fleet forgive me if I sound rude but is such a large fleet necessary?

Lan: Normally no, but Sirens have become more active in the area no doubt due to your ship.

Mons: I see while we wait, may I ask a question?

Lan: Of course.

Mons: Why aren't there any sailors around the port? surely a port of this size would require a large amount of crew? And what is happening with this current war?

Lan: Ah... that's a bit of a touchy one.

Mons: Oh apologies I did not wish to touch a sore subject.

Lan: No it's alright the reason why there aren't any enlisted men here is a mix of two things.1st being that right now the Kansens we have are girls so having sex-deprived men around so many is bound for disaster.

Mons: * chuckles* Ain't that the truth, I remember how many of my marines tried to hook up with each other. It got so bad that they began trying to do it during their shifts. The captain had even to make an official announcement to save it for their time off.

Lan: So Homosexuals are quite common in the future?

Mons: what do you mea... oh right having female personnel isn't that common yet. Well besides the ship girls of course homosexuality is relatively common in the future, as while as female military personnel.

Lan: Ah I see.

Mons: what was the 2nd reason?

Lan: Well it started around 1933. The world was on the brink of war when suddenly the sirens appeared. They began to attack the coastlines and naval patrols, and in response, the nations of the world tried to fight them alone. However, after many failed engagements and the loss of many ships. The world put aside old rivalries and decided to work together to fight this new threat. They created Azur Lane to try and stem the tides, but still, it wasn't enough. Eventually, the sirens began to hit the coastal cities leading to around 1 billion people dead. Most island nations lost their entire populations either from fleeing from, or face genocide by the sirens. All hope seemed lost as humanity was forced to move almost entirely inland. Strangely, though the Japanese managed to find the wisdom cubes and figured out how they worked. Thus the Kansen were born, we started winning and humanity came back from the brink. Sirens attacks waned off. Most of the human race still stays mostly inland out of fear. However, the alliance fell apart around 1940 with the invasion of France by the Germans. France split which lead to the current French civil war. We indeed up alone for around a year. With only the colonies and supplies from the Yankees keeping our heads above water. for some reason, the Jerry's started moving to the Pacific around March of this year. the war drew to a kind of stalemate around this time. Until, Around a week ago when the radar at Pearl picked up several aircraft approaching the island. The Harbour barely managed to get up and mount a defense. The Yanks still lost several battleships, but who knows how bad it would have been if they hadn't correctly identified those planes. The American admiral Kimmel was demoted without having a replacement, and I was moved here. For now, I am solely in charge of the pacific war.

Mons: So how then is the base maintained?

Lan: The Manjuus do most of the work that the normal port crew would do.

Mons: Manjuus?

Lan: You haven't seen them yet?

Mons: No I Haven't.

Lan: Hmm here let me show you.

Lancelot reaches across his desk and presses a button. Causing a bright yellow chicken creature that barely reaches halfway to Lancelot's shin to walk through the door. Only to walk to the admiral's desk and do a sort of salute causing Mons to just stare at it in utter confusion.

Lan: This is a Manjuu

Mons: it's... ADORABLE COME HERE!

Mons almost immediately grabbed the fluffy bird creature. While being comparable in size to a large dog size to a normal human. With Mons' size, it was almost like a puppy. Leading to him hugging it close to his chest like a plush causing it to flap its arms rapidly.

Lan: uh...

Mons: I'm going to keep it *faces the Manjuu towards him* your name is Sanders and you're my friend now we're having soft tacos later. *places him on his head*

Lan: Okay...

Mons: Sorry about that he was just too cute. I hope you don't mind me taking your Manjuu assistant.

Lan: It's quite alright I have plenty.

???: *Knock Knock*

Lan: Come in.

Cle: You called for us sir?

Lan: Indeed I did I assume you've met Olympus Mons?

Cle: You mean that man Enterprise and I brought here?

Mons: Ah you were the one who brought me here. Thank you for that my condition wasn't the best.

Cle: that's putting it lightly It's good to see you better sir.

Mons: Please Mons is just fine child.

Cle: Child?

Ves: *leans in from the door frame* It's a thing don't worry about it.

Cle: Okay anyways the rest of the girls are outside ready to go, commander.

Lan: Good your mission is to escort Mons back to his ship. I assume you still remember how to get there.

Cle: Yes sir.

Lan: Good Mons if you would be so kind as to follow Cleveland out she will take you to your ship.

Mons: Right away sir have a good rest of your day admiral.

Lan: Likewise Mons.

As they walk out of the office Vestal joins them. They steadily make their way down the long hallways of the command center. Before walking out the door, and being greeted by the other 3 ships that would escort Mons to his ship. The task force made their way down to the docks. Where Mons almost fell numerous times trying to go up the plank to Vestal's ship with his cane. Eventually, he managed to board Vestal's ship. After about an hour the fleet is out of the harbor and is on a steady course toward the island were Mons' ship crashed. After another 5 hours filled with Mons talking and interacting with the other ship girls. Who previously seemed nervous around the massive man warmed up to him, and even shared lunch in Vestal's mess hall. Where Mons cooked some soft tacos and traded stories. Of course, Sanders was properly spoiled by both Mons and the girls throughout the trip. They arrived at his ship soon after they ate launch. The other girls left for their respective ships.

Ves(over the PA): Mons we are almost at your ship. Get topside and we'll get you in a boat to get to shore.

Mons after some tribulation finally makes his way to the deck were he is finally able to see the full condition of his ship.

Mons: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!

Mons' booming voice startled the other girls. It seemed to echo for miles causing Sanders to cover his little ears, and the girls to rush over to Vestal's ship.

Mons: MY SHIP! MY BEAUTIFUL SHIP! ... oh those fucking elites are so dead if I get back!

Almost immediately after his bout of rage, the girls arrive next to him.

Hor: Ya good man.

Mons: I am very angry my dear but I am fine. * grabs Sanders and cradles him like a baby* I'm sorry Sanders I didn't mean to scare you. Here have a strawberry as an apology does that makes you feel better?

Ten: You really like that Manjuu don't you?

Mons: "That Manjuu" is named Sanders my child, and yes a love him he is just adorable! But I believe I should get aboard my ship to see if I can activate the main systems.

Ten: Right, Vestal will escort you ashore while the rest of us will keep an eye out for enemies.

Mons: A solid plan but can you watch Sanders for me I don't want him to see any more of... that*motions towards the beach*.

Ten: Of course, I understand that's quite a nightmarish sight.

Mons and Vestal board a small boat and row ashore. As soon as the two hit the beach they make their way toward the ship. Careful not to step on any bodies as their shoes become covered in dark brown flakes from the dried blood that covers the shore. Soon enough the two reach the hole where Mons had busted out of his hull almost a week ago. Before going in Mons tells Vestal to stay by the hole. As she shouldn't see what the inside looks like, but she follows him anyway. They walk down the dark hallways with only a little flashlight Mons had brought. each turn is filled with bodies and the floor is covered in blood that has dried. Giving it a dark brown coloring that cracks with each of their steps. After around 30 minutes the two finally make it to the bridge. which during Mons' fogged pain filled mind wasn't able to see that almost right next to where he woke up was Cpt. Pilgrim.

Mons: *slowly leans down with his cane and closes the late Cpt's eyes* Rest peacefully soldier. your fight is finished and your burdens taken by another... usque ad ultimum per...

Ves: Who's that?

Mons: He was my captain he was a good man. He cared deeply for his fellow humans.

Ves: I'm sorry for your loss, but what was that last bit?

Mons: It's Latin and it means till the last round or till the end. It's my ship's motto, now let's get Dot back in the mainframe.

Carefully Mons put Dots' chip into the ship's mainframe. Filling the dark room with the light blue light of the A.I. stations' holographic display.

Dot: I am successfully integrated into the ship's mainframe.

Mons: Alright Dot let's wake up fully.

AN: Finally finished Revising and editing my previous chapters.

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