Weltraummarine Bismarck Mk.II rewrite boogaloo

Captain Lindemann awoke to the universally hated buzzing of an alarm clock. He leapt out of bed and donned his uniform within seconds. Today was the day. After double and triple checking every detail of his appearance, he strode out of the room. The door hissed open, stepping aside for the captain's intimidating figure. Lindemann was met by his right hand, Executive Officer Oels.
Oels was an uptight and proper woman that was never without her holo-board. She was a master of management and logistics, and tried her very best to keep Lindemann embarrassing himself. That is to say, as far away from diplomatic endeavours as possible.

"Good morning, sir" she greeted, despite the ambiguity of the actual time of day in space.
"Is it ready?"
"Yes sir, Bismarck is now seaworthy… Spaceworthy?"
Lindemann did not register Oels's confusion and continued on with Oels in tow.

Not even the Bastard Captain of the Yamato could ruin his mood today. He was poised to go where no Lindemann had gone before. He and Oels made their way through a crowd of journalists and onlookers to the airlock with Lindemann happily answering questions along the way. Oels maintained stony silence, she knew better than to interact with the press. They finally entered the airlock and Oels swiftly closed the door behind them. As she began opening the second door, a thought occurred to Lindemann.
"Shouldn't we have a helmet or suits to go out there?" He asked Oels
"No, one of Bismarck's upgrades is an atmosphere field that allows us to breathe on the deck" she replied, opening the door onto the gangway.
Bismarck lay docked in the spaceport, now relocated from the drydocks to this berth. Her conning tower rose brilliantly against the black sky, lit up by numerous lights on the outside and inside of the tower. Her massive guns sat stoically silent, awaiting a worthy target to pulverise.

Lindemann's optimism was also present in the crew as they ran about performing their various tasks. They passed a few such crew members that enthusiastically saluted their Commanding officers on their way to the bridge. They made their way through the iron maze of bulkheads, stairwells and rooms. A maze that they knew by heart, by their own years of service and the experience of their forefathers. Upon reaching the bridge, Lindemann was amazed at the extent of the renovations. Old control surfaces were replaced with sleek touch screens and the entire bridge had been given a fresh coat of paint. The only thing unchanged was the captain's chair, onto which Lindemann comfortably placed himself.
"So, Oels, where are we going to go first" he said, swivelling in his chair to face his second in command
Oels pressed on her holo-board a few times and a holographic display flashed into existence in front of Lindemann. While the captain waved his hand through the display to see what would happen, Oels began to explain.
"Our first job is to join an escort fleet for a new carrier from Mars, bound for the outer colonies" she pointed to the corresponding details of the route, fleet and resource requirements.
Lindemann examined the lists while Oels talked about the finer details of the mission before he caught sight of something extremely distasteful.
"We're working with the Yamato?!" He exclaimed

Neither Oels or anyone else on the bridge could meet their Captain's enraged gaze. The feud between the current commanders of the two battleships was well documented, rumoured to have started when they killed each other in a previous life. Whether it was their similarities or differences that caused the two men to despise each other was known only to them, but the predicament remained the same.

"You see sir, this carrier means quite a bit to the Martians, so they've contracted the strongest ships in the solar system to protect it" Another Officer tried to reason.

It took a few minutes of repeatedly suggesting the Martians have sexual relations with their precious carrier for lindemann to accept what had to be done.
After Lindemann calmed down, he went into his all-business mode in which he simply copied how Oels acted. He quickly took reports of the ship's many resources: fuel rods, ammunition, food and other miscellaneous items. Food and miscellaneous had been almost fully loaded onto the ship. however the fuel rods, due to their volatile nature, were only loaded to half capacity. Ammunition had begun loading last and only a few 380mm shells had been loaded so far.

"I am of the opinion" Lindemann announced to his bridge staff "that we should cast off immediately. Our fuel is sufficient to reach Mars, and we can acquire the remainder of the fuel and ammunition that we need upon arrival, most likely at a cheaper price"

The staff were nervous at the idea, of course there was the long distance, which even with modern engines would take a week to travel, being at less than full strength was enough to put any officer on edge. But leaving early could provide some advantage in allowing the ship to leave ahead of schedule, throwing off any malicious parties and Mars, the bleeding edge of technological development and the most heavily industrialised planet within a light year, could indeed provide high-quality munitions and fuel.
In the end, even the cautious Oels accepted the idea, and within the hour, Bismarck was ready to leave.
"Alright, let's begin" Lindemann signalled to the helmsman.
The helmsman, in turn flashed his hands across his workstation's screen, signalling the men in the engine rooms to begin operation.
Bismarck pulled away from the port smoothly, her upgraded form showing no signs of difficulty in her new environment. Despite this, most of the crew was uneasy. Standing on the port side deck, anti-air crewmen Shultz and Borwik had a conversation that was repeated almost exactly all over the ship.

"I don't think I like space very much" Shultz started
"Why not?" Borwik turned his attention away from the micrometeors impacting the atmos-field
"Its way too smooth, it doesn't even feel like we're accelerating. I'm used to the ocean."
"At least it will be easier to hit targets without having to deal with the waves."
"I suppose" Schultz conceded.

Naturally, Hitting targets was not the concern of all crewmen, Cooks were happy that soups would go unspilled, Engineers no longer had to fear the water in their boilers shifting away from the burners but Lindemann lamented he could no longer pass off drunken stumbling for regular stumbling. Oels had been suspicious for a matter of months before they left Earth but now the boy's club parties in the forecastle were doomed.

"Captain Lindemann must be worried about the mission ahead" Thought bridge crew as they saw the graven face of their commander staring out the window.

Mars, the red planet, the Bismarck's destination. Over a century ago, colonists arrived from earth and found vast reserves of high quality iron. In the coming years, other minerals and metals would be found and establish Mars as a goldmine of resources. Attempts by corporations from earth to buy land or establish a presence on Mars was jealousy defended against by the colonists, now referring to themselves as Martians. The Martians knew that sooner or later, private militaries would be contracted to force their hand in giving the corporations what they wanted. And so the first real industry established on the red planet was that of Arms. In order to survive the harsh conditions of mars, the grand majority of Martians were engineers, as the many technologies needed to keep crops growing and people breathing required constant maintenance and updating. Mars' best and brightest were recruited by the newly formed Emergency Defence Council to begin the design and construction of weapons that would strike fear into the hearts of even warmongers.
At this point most corporations backed down, and very few continued for long, save for one. The Silicon Technocracy, a conglomerate-nation formed of information technology Corporation-States, refused to back down. There was too much resources at stake to simply let it go. Taking a leaf out of the British Empire's handbook, "if they will not do business with you, make them". TST unleashed the full wrath of its trillion dollar bank account, and soon a veritable armada had Mars in its sights.
The war lasted two years, it began with failed operation after failed operation to make planetfall through Mars' new planetary flak curtain. After six months, and taking 62% of their total casualties, TST forces finally reached the planet surface after the Flak curtain chewed through its entire ammo reserve.
The Emergency Defence Council unleashed their red-hot rage upon the invaders. Exosuits, energy weapons, drones and every other weapon imaginable rolled off factories in their hundreds of thousands. Fifteen all-new war crimes were identified due to the creativity of the weapons constructed. By the end of the war, all that remained of the TST forces was twisted steel ruins. A month later, the headquarters of the Silicon Technocracy on earth was obliterated by a thermonuclear warhead delivered from orbit.

"So please, Captain, do not make them angry" Oels concluded her history lesson

Lindemann stared in shock at the screen displaying videos taken during the war.

"W-we're working for them, right? There's no chance of being used as target practice?" Lindemann stuttered

"Probably, now let's go" Oels gestured to the open door of the plane on Bismarck's catapult.

Lindemann swallowed his fear and stepped through the door. Oels took the seat next to him, and the pilot made preparations to take off. Bismarck was currently in orbit above Mars, specifically above the EDCF-1314 forge-city where the carrier was set to take off in a week. The pilot gave a signal and the catapult threw their plane clear of Bismarck. The engines started and they began the descent. As they flew closer to the ground, Lindemann could see the red planet was not quite as red as it purports to be. Massive factory complexes sprawled across the landscape like giant spiders and monolithic cities stretched infinitely into the sky. The pilot was directed to land at a specific pad strip where a welcoming party had been arranged. Upon noticing the strip was far too short for them to land, the lindemann panicked, was this how they planned to kill him?
The plane came to an almost complete halt in mid-air as if caught by an unseen net. Unbeknownst to lindemann, this was exactly the case, and was used across the human colonies as a means to allow aircraft to land in short distances. This technology was even
Employed on the Bismarck, but he had no interest in vehicles smaller than his beloved ship, and Oels had neglected to inform him.
Wheels hit the ground and a staircase was rolled up to the plane's door. Lindemann cautiously exited the plane. The two soldiers that had moved the stairs stood on either side of lindemann and saluted as he passed. Their uniforms were among the best that lindemann had ever seen. They were a deep crimson, with gold piping on the lapels. Their shiny bits and buttons were polished into tiny mirrors, Lindemann figured that they had a robot or something to keep their uniforms for them, which was cheating.

A few metres away from the stairs stood a cyborg in a suit and tie. He seemed to be distracted, staring off into space. Probably counting electric sheep. As lindemann and Oels approached, he came to his senses and straightened up. He offered a metallic hand to Lindemann, who shook it.
"Hello, Captain Lindemann, I am Yunix. I've been sent to collect you both and show you to the meeting of the rest of the fleet" Yunix said with what probably would have been a smile if he still had a human mouth.
He did have a friendly spark in his human eye though.
"Excellent, ill also have to ask about buying fuel and munitions"

Yunix drew a pocket watch-like device from his pocket and opened it.
"Ill begin transportation immediately" he beeped
"What?"
A flash of light enveloped them and the group was suddenly in a large hall in the midst of some kind of gala.
Lindemann suddenly doubled over and Oels rushed to his side.
"Captain, are you alright?"
"Its common to get disorientated after teleporting, it nothing to worry about" yunix calmly stated
"I feel… a disturbance" Lindemann put his hand over his head.
"O-chin-chin daisuki dayou, Lindemann-kun" An asian accented voice came from behind
Lindemann whirled around, coming face to face with his arch-nemesis. The last time they had met, he had convinced Lindemann that 'O-chin-chin daisuki dayou' was a polite greeting in Japanese, eventually leading to Lindemann getting thrown out of a sushi bar. He had since learned that it really means 'i love penis'.
"I know what that means, Yamamoto, you son of a bitch" Lindemann growled.
"Oh well, it was fun while it lasted" Yamamoto smiled smugly.