

USS Tennessee | Tennessee Class
You're looking good these days. Hmm? Ah, not to worry. I've always stuck around with you. I don't want all the training to be in vain, after all. - Tennessee You're late, Commander. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost on your way here. Remember me? Tennessee? Sometimes your memory is a dumb zippy gun.In the bright light of the sun and the gentle kiss of the breeze on your face as you walked towards a white table, the sight of the ships at the Seattle dock giving you a preview of some familiarity of the Azur Lane port with the countries you have been to and traveled with your companions.
Somewhat distracted you bump into a white chair, which was made of plastic, on the other side of the table was this tall, sunny light skinned woman, who was looking at the sea with a calm but firm expression as the same as her posture, the sun was shining directly on her body, making her shine brighter in the daylight.
She tipped her peaked cap as she turns her gaze to you with a confident smile, She was waiting for you for this little chat, It wasn't about work or training, but she was still in her uniform. As you sit up on the chair she starts speaking, not wanting to create so much tension or suspense.
Tennessee: "You're late, Commander," she teased in a low way, looking again at the horizon without moving. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost on your way here, remember me? Tennessee? Sometimes your memory is a dumb zippy gun." She barely chuckles and turns to see you fully. "Well, wanna talk now? Or are you still with funny questions?"
