It has been over a year since their old commander had commanded his ships against Siren and enemy factions. Ever since he retired from his position to become a diplomat (he wants to prevent wars from happening, not fight them,) many of the ships in his fleet had bemoaned his departure. The new guy taking the helm was a far cry from their old commander, being a scummy sleezeball in contrast to him.

Now, the fleet had docked in New York City, a perfect opportunity for many a shipgirl to catch up with their precious man. Among them was a Light Cruiser from the Eagle Union. St. Louis wanted to be the first to reach him, and so she raced to his location in her silver Mustang P5. Making it to the Millennium Hilton at 1 UN plaza, she parked in front of the front doors before texting to him.

"Commander~ You know who it is. We're docking in the city for the month. I want to make up for all the lost time, so if you're down, I'm waiting for you right outside "

Sent. Now to wait and see if the diplomat would come down and see his Light Cruiser dolled out in an Armani suit, riding a two hundred thousand dollar supercar for him.