Arizona stared up at the endless sea of stars that stretched into the infinite past the moon. Her mind felt hazy, like a fog over recent memories. Blocking her from trying to remember what happened. She knew she was meeting someone...<em>Shinano!</em>And it went wrong. Something else happened, but she can't remember what. Arizona turn to her port side to see the docile cruiser,<em>Suzuya</em>, close by. Ever her dutiful, and loyal shield. Not to far away,<em>Maori</em>could be seen next to<em>Effingham</em>. Ari smiled at the scene. The little destroyer quite smitten with her Vice-Flag. Arizona continued to cast her eyes upon her beloved fleet. Growing in numbers that she, herself, didn't realize. She saw<em>Jean-Bart</em>, and her "Attendants". Why were they still here?<em>Arizona </em>swore she released them to return to<em>Shinano</em>. Ari continued to look, and saw<em>Bayern</em>, and her core ached. She remembered the promise she made to<em>Bayern</em>at Pearl Harbor, and she held the guilt of betraying that promise. Would<em>Bayern</em>forgive her? Arizona felt blessed, and yet unworthy of what she saw, her Fleet. They've still remained with her. Even after all that she led them through.<br/><br/><em>Arizona</em>blinked when she heard the tell-tale chirp of an incoming message. Opening up her screen she saw that it was from Aya. Her face lit up for a moment in happiness that Aya wanted to talk again, but suddenly her features fell. What was this emotion? Apprehension? Why was she feeling it when she thought of Aya? She was part of Ari's fleet. A reclusive member, but a member still. Why? Why was she feeling reluctant to accept the invitation. Something was wrong, and<em>Arizona</em>had to find out what.<br/><br/><em>Arizona</em>brought up her engines, and started to pull away from Suzu even as she unconsciously disengaged any tow lines the others may have attached to her hull. She moved quietly to prevent waking anyone. Though as she approached the outer edge of the fleet, an unfamiliar form would be seen, Bringing images of<em>Kongou</em>and her sisters's to Ari's mind.<br/><br/>Once away from the fleet,<em>Arizona</em>picked up speed as her bow cut through the ocean waves. The wind, and spray whipping at her hair as she made her way to the location of Aya's invitation. Her glyphs glowing to their normal brightness. before too long,<em>Arizona</em>brought up her Klein field as her bow started to dip lower, and lower. The ocean crashing over her bow, and main guns as she started to disappear beneath the waves.<em>Arizona</em>shielded from the cold waters by her Klein field. The battleship would slip beneath the waves of the Pacific Ocean  as she approached Aya's coordinates.<br/><br/>As<em>Arizona</em>approached to within a quarter mile, she would see something in the gloom of the night time ocean. A Japanese Junsen Type J-3 Submarine, I-8. Aya as<em>Arizona</em>dubbed her. Where this should have been a happy occasion, being able to meet Aya face to face for the first time in nearly two decades. However,<em>Arizona</em>'s unease remained, and robbed her of the complete happiness that such an encounter was to warrant. Aya has invited her to meet Face to face for a reason, what reason could that be?<br/><br/><em>Arizona</em>would slow to a stop about a hundred feet from Aya's bow. The Mental model hoping down from her Flag Bridge to the top of her No. 2 Turret, then to her no. 1 Turret. she walked towards her own bow as a light bridge began to form stretching out over the abyss towards Aya. Though the bridge would only go Half-way.<em>Arizona</em>would then stand at the end of her Bridge. Waiting to see what move Aya would make.