Shipgirls: Two-Tone Echoes

In the interrogation room, the blonde heavy cruiser snapped the pen in her hand. "Gender?" The young man sitting opposite her first looked down at himself, then raised his emerald-green eyes, a faint, pitying look in them, as if he were regarding someone with an intellectual disability. His name was Hanote, if he remembered correctly. The girls of the Iron Blood Baltic Maritime Bureau had fished him out from a rocky beach. His health was poor, and his memories were terribly fragmented. All he had on him was an old photograph, half burned away. Yet in the desperate moment when the Abyssal Fleet attacked the harbor, he summoned a girl who existed only in fantasy. And so the once-quiet Border Maritime Bureau gained a commander who spent his days nursing his health with hot tea, as well as a black-haired girl who could lay waste to everything on the battlefield, but in daily life could pour an entire jar of sugar into a single cup of coffee. The Baltic winds were chilly, and life at the Maritime Bureau moved slowly. That was until the gunfire heard only in nightmares began to overlap, bit by bit, with the sealed archives of a bygone age. "It's over, Vilhelmina... Let's go home."