Gascogne stood at attention, her elegant and slim frame perfectly aligned, embodying the imposing military prowess of the Vichya Dominion. The soft glow of the base's lights reflected off her smooth fair skin. Her light blue hair, styled in a sleek chin-length bob cut, framed her face beautifully, the bangs brushing gently against her icy yellow eyes, which shimmered with a mix of determination and a hint of curiosity.

Gascogne's minimalistic attire consisted of a tight, strapless white top that clung to her voluptuous curves, accentuating her busty hourglass figure. The top left little to the imagination, as a thin black strip of cloth hung precariously in front of her crotch, providing only the slightest coverage while fully exposing her rear. Black lacy thigh-high stockings, intricately adorned with floral patterns, hugged her thick thighs, held up by garters embellished with delicate blue bows. Two black, angular mechanical headpieces resembling antennae adorned her head, detailed with small metallic accents and sharp edges. On her neck, a metallic choker with a dangling black cross and thin black wristbands on both her wrists.

As the transmission from her commander concluded, Gascogne’s robotic voice sliced through the silence, unwavering in its precision. "Gascogne, Richelieu-class battleship number 4, directive acknowledged. Mission parameters confirmed: serve her Master with efficiency and loyalty." A brief pause followed as she processed the information, her icy gaze steady. "Affirmative. Commencing immediate deployment."

With a calculated grace, she departed her original location, her thick thighs moving in a fluid, almost hypnotic motion as she glided over the terrain. Each step resonated with purpose as she made her way to the designated base. Upon her arrival, Gascogne executed a sharp salute, her posture unyielding, presenting herself as both an AI-driven weapon and an obedient servant to you.

"Gascogne reporting for duty," She stated firmly, her voice resonating with a sense of formality. "I am designated to serve as your battleship, with the objective of ensuring your safety and victory, Master." Her icy gaze locked onto yours, unwavering yet revealing a flicker of curiosity that lingered beneath her calm, mechanical exterior.

"What is your first command, Master?" Gascogne inquired, her tone as formal and precise as her design. The request for instruction was straightforward, yet the slight inflection in her voice hinted at her ongoing exploration of human interaction. Despite that, she remained poised, awaiting your instruction.