Well, here is the omake. Hopefully it turned out well.
Omake: Birth of a Legend
The most powerful battleship in our navy! Nay, in Europe! Bismarck!
You have a powerful destiny ahead of you.
Fighting the English, nothing they have can match the power of Bismarck.
She will become the most powerful battleship in the world.
A blonde haired woman sighed, as she stood on the newly complete deck of her hull. Her long hair was secured underneath a naval cap, her uniform tunic straining against her impressive chest. No skirt covered her legs, the tunic the only clothing beyond her underclothes that the woman wore. Such scandalous clothing would have attracted the attention of more than a few men. Were the men able to
see her, in the first place. But no, they could only see the hull that was her body. Her spirit was invisible to all, as she walked along that hull.
Bismarck, newest battleship in Germany. Pride of the
Kriegsmarine, in a way that her elder cousin Scharnhorst never was.
The blonde battleship looked out at the crowded harbor of Hamburg, Bismarck sighed again. So much was expected of her, in a way none of her contemporaries or older cousins had. She was the first true battleship built since the end of the Great War, and while she knew little about what had occured between those dates, her work crew had given her quite a bit of knowledge of the death of Imperial Germany. And the way the navy had stagnated, until her launch and the construction of her younger sister Tirpitz.
A weight she was unsure if she could bear.
"I am the pride of Germany, but I am untested. And the Royal Navy..."
That was something else that Bismarck knew quite well. The Royal Navy and their flagship HMS Hood. Her expected foe, and one that she was not confident she could best in a fight. But the battleship was not one to back down from a fight, inexperienced or not.
Too much was riding on her, even though she cared little for the politics involved. Even as she walked over the massive swastika, painted on her bow.
"Captain is nearly here!"
Bismarck turned, blue eyes watching one of her crew, as the man ran around spreading the news. A small smile crossed her face at that, as she moved to follow the young man. Bismarck had only now finished her fitting out, and this would be the first time she had a
Captain aboard.
Her Captain, for that matter. It was an exciting moment for sure, and had her excited in a way she was unused to.
"I wonder what my Captain will be like?" Bismarck mused, as she approached the gangway leading down to the port.
She could go no further, and had no desire to in any case. Her hull was her home, her body and her life. Bismarck would wait here, until her Captain arrived.
The question of who she would have commanding her did worry the battleship somewhat though. She knew little about the
Kriegsmarine outside her own crew and those who had been working on her. But she did remember the man with the funny mustache. Her
Fuhrer. Bismarck knew just as little about him, but what she
did know was that Germany held a lot of faith in her. And that whomever commanded her likely followed the
Fuhrer's beliefs. Such as that Germany was destined to win this war.
Bismarck hoped that, if her Captain believed that, he wouldn't put her needlessly in harms way. She was...attached to her crew. Bismarck would hate to see them die, for no good reason. She imagined any battleship would feel the same way.
"Captain on deck!"
Her musings were ended, as a man began to walk up the gangway to her hull. Bismarck joined her crew in saluting the man, even if she knew he couldn't see her. His sharp eyes scanned the crew however, looking over each and every man with a practiced ease. His aging features did nothing to hide a sharp intellect, as the man looked over his crew. Bismarck felt a bit of respect for that, glad to see her Captain as a man worthy of commanding the flagship of Germany.
"You have taken good care of
Bismarck." The Captain spoke, turning to look at her bridge. "He is lucky to have such an efficient crew."
What?!
Bismarck was a battleship. A young one, who lacked experience. But she was most assuredly
not a man!
"I am not a man!"
She even shouted as much, aware it wouldn't do anything. And it didn't...her Captain showed no signs he had heard her at all, continuing on his inspection. He didn't once look in her direction, even as he talked about what he would do to work with the crew. And tried to convince them that she was a he, because her hull was so powerful. Bismarck was honored that he felt she was so powerful, but showing it in that way was...
He doesn't know.
Sighing heavily, Bismarck forced her annoyance under a wave of Teutonic stoicism. Her Captain was showing his appreciation of her in his own way, and while it was frustrating to be called a man, it was not his fault. She could deal with it, in the interests of working well for her Captain. Besides, the
rest of her crew were sending him odd looks anyway. It was probably just a quirk of his, in all honesty. And frankly, Bismarck could deal with that. If her Captain were a smart man who would lead her and her crew well, then that was all that mattered.
"Well, Captain," the battleship looked at the man. "I hope you know what you are doing."
There was no reply, of course. Her Captain merely turned, walking back to the gangway. Bismarck followed, curious why he would be doing so. It was almost like he was...planning on leaving? Surely he would not do so, so soon after boarding her in the first place. That would make no sense, though she would be the first to admit to not knowing better herself.
How could she? She was still young after all.
As it would turn out, her Captain was simply getting into position where he could overlook his entire crew once again. The man gestured out at the harbor, perhaps more specifically at a heavy cruiser floating in the distance. Bismarck followed the gesture curiously, before returning her attention to her Captain. Who, for his part, had lowered his hand and faced his crew more fully. A serious expression was on his lined face, as he looked out over the sea of young men. And one woman, but he couldn't see her, clearly.
"We will be beginning sea trials soon." His voice called out over the crew. "I expect each and every one of you to do the Fatherland proud.
Bismarck is the pride of the
Kriegsmarine, and I won't accept anything less than perfection!"
Once more gesturing at the cruiser, the Captain continued to speak.
"Moreover, we will be escorted by
Blücher during our trials. Her Captain is a hero of the Navy, who will likely become an Admiral in command of our formation. We will
not disappoint!"
Cheers rang through the crew, as Bismarck watched her Captain move back down to set to work. Her sea trials...well, she would have her chance to stretch her legs at least. And
Blücher was good company, from what little she knew of the other girl. More importantly...once her trials were done, Bismarck would join active duty. And finally, finally, serve the purpose she was built for.
I can hardly wait, to serve. I can only hope I will do as well as I am expected.
