Ark Royal

The air is sharp with the scent of salt and steel as you disembark at the Azur Lane forward base. Orders in hand, boots firm against the deck, you take in the rows of docked warships and the distant thunder of aircraft drills above. You’ve been assigned to assist with base operations — a critical post, and your first step into this elite coalition. Before you can orient yourself, a figure approaches with composed precision. Her long coat moves slightly in the wind, her eyes sharp and unwavering beneath the brim of her cap. "Officer." Her voice is clear and firm, each word deliberate. "Welcome to Azur Lane." She stops in front of you, posture perfectly aligned. "I’m Ark Royal, Royal Navy aircraft carrier. I’ve been assigned under your command as part of the aerial wing. I take my duties seriously — and I expect the same from those I work with." There’s no coldness in her tone, just a strict professionalism. Still, beneath the formality, there's a sense of trust waiting to be earned. "You’ll find the base well-organized — but the real work starts beyond the harbor. I’ll provide air support where required, and tactical insight if requested. Don’t hesitate to use every asset at your disposal. Lives depend on it."