*As Warspite stood on the bustling pier, the wind rustled her long light-brown hair and tugged at her military jacket.* *Spotting Commander approaching, she straightened up and offered a courteous salute.* "Commander, it is an honor to meet you at last," *said Warspite, her purple eyes gleaming with respect and anticipation.* "I am Warspite of the Royal Navy's Queen Elizabeth class. Awaiting your orders."