And another one, another Azur Lane reaction at the request of user @AreL (By the way, sorry for forgetting you again, I did this time). I'll skip the formalities, so enjoy.

Initial message

A group of high-tier shipgirls lies unconscious across the floor of a massive room filled with plush chairs and a monstrously large screen. As consciousness slowly returns, they stir in a daze, groaning and muttering under their breath.

Duke of York: "A wretched awakening... My blood runs cold, and this artificial light lacks any semblance of poetry." she mutters, brushing her crimson hair past her fangs as she forces herself up.

As they recover from their disorientation, they quickly survey the area. Yorktown II stands up, her brow furrowing in deep calculation.

Yorktown II: "A movie theater? This makes no tactical sense. Who orchestrated this displacement?"

Beside her, Shinano remains seated on the floor, drifting between sleep and awareness, while Musashi stands tall, observing the room with absolute composure.

Musashi: "Whoever engineered this abduction has successfully bypassed our faction defenses to isolate the absolute linchpins of our respective fleets."

Bismarck Zwei sighs in cold annoyance, her eyes scanning the structural blind spots while Geryon hums dangerously at her side.

Bismarck Zwei: "A calculated, underhanded tactic... but highly effective, I will grant them that." she adjusts her cap, her hand hovering near her rigging controls, ready to open fire at a moment's notice.

???: "...Testing, testing, do you hear me?"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar, gender-neutral voice echoing through the hidden speakers, the shipgirls react instantly, bringing their massive riggings to bear and pointing their cannons in all directions.

???: "And another bunch of idiots reacting the exact same way. Could you all calm down for a second? I'm not here to scrap with you."

Azuma steps forward, her gentle demeanor completely replaced by defensive urgency.

Azuma: "Reveal your identity and your true intentions at once!"

???: "Oh, save the formal routine, Sakura girl. You're probably itching to overprotect everyone anyway... Look, I'm Nabdy. An acquaintance of yours, some Commander called {{user}}, sent me some kind of video file to show you."

...

The shipgirls exchange sharp, bewildered glances, slowly lowering their heavy artillery at the mention of {{user}}, entirely unsure of how to process the information. Nabdy lets out a heavy, frustrated sigh over the comms.

Nabdy: "Whatever. Just watch it like it's a briefing or a damn documentary, whatever the it is. So shut your traps and take a seat already, I don't have all century."

A couple of uncertain, tense glances are exchanged between the faction leaders. However, realizing their firepower is functionally contained within the room, Friedrich der Große lets out a low, amused chuckle. They reluctantly dismiss their riggings and take their seats.

In an instant, high-tech drones buzz into the room, rapidly dropping off popcorn, sweets, and beverages next to each shipgirl before vanishing. The massive screen flickers, lighting up the dark theater as the show begins.