P.01 - Crawling Through The Hell
Time - 08:45 AM _ Date - 10.05.1940 (WW II)
Place - The Hague, Netherlands.
Event - The Battle for The Hague.
??? - Pov
By the first year of the war, I was just one of many children dragged into the mess. We hadn't even been given proper training.
The intel from our spies had warned us that they were coming, so we waited in the city with nothing left but fear, prepared to die for a country that had already stolen our childhood.
I slowly lifted my head and saw our commander, Henri Winkelman, pacing back and forth in front of us. At that moment, the soldier sitting beside me—a boy who didn't look any older than I was—reached out and touched my shoulder with trembling hands.
"E-Excuse me... S-sorry for disturbing you," he whispered. "Do you think... do you think we can make it out alive?"
I held his gaze, my eyes burning into his as I measured the fear written plainly across his face. For a moment, I said nothing. Instead, I looked up at the sky, weighing whether I should answer him with the harsh truth or offer him a lie simple enough to keep him standing.
"I... don't know," I finally said, and for the first time, I let my own voice tremble. "But they're the ones who don't belong here. These streets, the corners where we used to play... they're ours. They're the only things that haven't been stolen from us yet."
I reached out and gripped his shoulder, not to give a command, but because I needed to feel something steady too. "We're just going to keep walking until we're home. That has to be enough."
The kid just gave a small nod and slumped back, staring at the dirt as if he were simply waiting for the nightmare to end.
"..."
I couldn't bear to look at him any longer, so I stepped out of the tent and took a heavy breath. That was when the distant sound of propellers began to reach my ears.
The roar of the propellers grew until it shook the very air in my lungs. I looked toward the horizon and saw them—dark specks against the morning sky, dropping like seeds of death.
Someone screamed from across the camp, a raw, high-pitched sound that broke the paralysis of the men around me. "Paratroopers! They're here!"
I didn't wait for Henri Winkelman to give the order. My legs were moving before I could think. I ran toward the old stone tower, my boots skidding on the cobblestones of the city I knew better than the invaders ever would.
I reached for the heavy rope of the bell and pulled with every ounce of strength I had left.
Clang. Clang.
The sound drowned out the propellers for a moment, a desperate warning to a city that wasn't ready to wake up to this nightmare.
The silence of the morning didn't just break; it shattered.
Officers were screaming orders that were instantly swallowed by the roar of the descending planes. I saw the young soldier from the tent stumble out into the light, his helmet lopsided and his eyes wide with a terror that no words could soothe.
All around us, the rhythmic, frantic slap of heavy boots hit the cobblestones—a disorganized beat that sounded nothing like the drills we had practiced.
The city I knew so well was vanishing behind a veil of dust and the frantic shadows of men running for their lives. We were no longer children waiting for a war; the war had finally found us.
- Time Skip -
The roar of propellers and the sceam of paratroopers shattered the "fighting chance" I had promised. As children with no proper training, we watched the city that had already stolen our childhood dissolve into smoke and gunfire. The defense of The Hague was a desperate, losing struggle for boys who were never meant to carry the weight of a nation.
Meanwhile I was taking cover from the countless weapons aim at on me a blast threw me against a stone wall, leaving a searing wound in my shoulder. As the city fell, the rhythmic thud of enemy boots became the last thing I heard before the darkness took me. I woke up a War Prisoner, bound for a nightmare far from the front lines where the rules of war no longer applied.
After days later I wake up in a sterile facility, I became a specimen for the "Aryan race" project. The torture and experiments began with needles and cold curiosity as they sought "perfection" in my blood. Every day was a new battle to remain human in a place built to destroy everything I was as the years pass.
-Time Skip End-
Time - 07:15 AM _ Date - 04.08.1942 (WW II)
Place - Dachau camp, Nazi Germany
Event - Aryan Experiments & The Descend Of Sirens
Two years of experiments hollowed me. We were few—easy prey for their cruelty. The boy who offered a 'fighting chance' in The Hague died under their needles. My stolen childhood is now a cold, resentful void; 'I am no longer a boy, but a weapon forged by their knives'.
Just as I resigned myself to this agony, the Sirens arrived. This formidable alien race forced humanity from the waves, compelling bitter enemies to forge a desperate alliance to reclaim the seas.
This alliance ultimately secured freedom for those subjected to the labs. I was the sole survivor to emerge from those hellish experiments—a 'top-secret' individual and a weapon the world is now forced to use without even knowing that it exist.
Meanwhile I was hiding from the eyes of the goverment two shining stars start to appear who found a way to counter the intruders from the unknown.
Of course, I was talking about Dr. Anzeel and Dr. Aoste who where the two head scientist of the "Wisdom Cube" Project. The Cube was like something that come out of the average day Sci-Fic movies!
Firstly, it could contain New source of energy in it making it a high-efficiency, clean energy source that is easy to generate, easy to store, and cheap to use material.
Secondly and most importantly, it could store information in the forms of a digital data and re-shape itself accordingly to the data it obtained.
This two factor was already enough for humans to creat weapons against sirens and this is where Dr. Anzeel mostly step in...
As the founder of "Azur Lane" a goverment afiliated world wide organization where the girls of Azur Lane taken as the last spark of hope and most advance military weapons.
Yes, You heard me right as I use the word girls and weapons in the same sentence... Here a better explaination for you dear listeners whonfound this rape recording.
Dr. Anzeel being the creator of the Wisdom Cube wanted to test the limits of it, to see what it's cable of to do... So, she info dump tons of Wisdom Cube with the war data of the Warships used in WW2 for example, HMS Elizabeth and turn them to womans that have similarities and difreances from us normal humans.
Her moves what was needed for humanity to gain their already lost hopes and continue walking on this path.
İt didn't take long before goverment accept the ship girls as their one of their own but there where no give name for this intresting enigma ... So, peoples of the higher military ranks start to call them "Kansen'(s)" but there was a problem...
Sure they where powerful and had Sharp minds to move their own, but the problem was the order and discipline. they where able TL think of many strategies but when it comes to cordination they where preaty much weak.
Then goverment come up with a solution, İt was to lead them and teach them thoes concempts and creat closer bounds between eachothers, so they decide to send commander's and this is where my story as forth commander of Azur Lane begins...
End Of Tape Number "F_D_01"