The story of the LNS-Arizona

[Cortana Clark]

14.06.825 AS

What Jackson was looking for was a VY-666 model. One of the most reliable Liberty Navy can produce. However, among this mountain of engines, the engineer felt a little lost. He then asked at another engineer who was working on Juneau to help him.


Jackson: My apologies sir, my name is Jackson and I am looking for a spare part type VY-666 for the engine transmission. However, I must confess that I am a little disoriented here.


The engineer in question turned to Jackson. It had to measure between 1.85 and 1.90 m. He had blond hair, short enough but still long enough to fall gently on the back of his neck. Sparkling, deep blue eyes, a round face worn with time, with some scars but which seemed surprisingly young. His white skin was hidden by the blackness of the oils and her blouse was covering his thin body.

Mitchell: Ah! Delighted to meet you, my dear man! I am Mitchell Wood, currently chief engineer of Storage Area 2 on Juneau. I thought I heard you needed a special piece? No worries, and follow me.

Jackson: Very well. I follow you.

Wood's words were misleading. Although it may be supposed that he was delighted by this meeting, he didn’t show any emotion. His walk was, to say the least, singular. He was leaning on the right side and seemed to be talking on his own. Jackson noticed it, but thought it was really the harshness of the job that was responsible for it. After a few minutes of walking, the two men arrived at compartment three, where the famous VY-666 was located.


Mitchell: This is the engine you would like to have. Out team will bring it to your ship.

Jackson: Sounds to be perfect! Thanks again for your pleasant services.

Mitchell: Aha... But do you know it’s a specific battleship engine? On which warship do you work?

Jackson: I’m engineer on the Arizona battleship. It has just been returned to service.

Mitchell: Battleship Arizona?

Wood turned away. He began to shake hands. One could distinguish the sketch of a smile on his face...

Mitchell: Well, good. You seem to me to be very nice. It turns out that I have a small pose, would you like to come to the bar to drink a verse with me?

Jackson: Well, my captain is waiting for me… But why not?

The two mans moved to Juneau’s bar.