(http://en.valka.cz/files/class_zara.jpg)<br/><br/>Steaming just ahead and to the side of the dreadnought was a sleek and splendid heavy cruiser, her pale grey paint shining in the sunlight as the water lapped at the dark green markings on her hull. In another time, and another place, she would have been one of the finest vessels of the<em>Regia Marina</em>, the Royal Italian Navy, and indeed, her name was clearly visible on the sides of her stern.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zara</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f4K77MtM6sI/S9RJPPNOMoI/AAAAAAAAAkM/03t4t88O9cQ/s1600/Sara-Tommasi-5.jpg)</div></div>"Hey, relax there,<em>Bayern</em>. We got it all in hand, don't you be fretting or anything!" the Mental Model of heavy cruiser<em>Zara</em>called out to her amiably, her voice thick with a Genoese Italian accent, as she sat up from the red and white striped sun lounger on the forecastle of her ship form and waved lazily to the dreadnought. "We'll be there before you know it!" The Mental Model of<em>Zara</em>then laid back down and adjusted her bikini as she decided to finish catching a few rays.<br/><br/>As she did, she then opened a comms channel to the local units. "<em>Buongiorno</em>, 223! This is heavy cruiser<em>Zara</em>calling you all; I'mma coming in to say hello to you all, and also escorting a big-a Battleship to join your happy band, ain't that a-gonna be nice?" she called.