My new OC Bismarck, incredibly well done by the wonderful  NoLollygagging

The following story of her backstory was written by talented  kooncds

"Sink the Bismarck!"
Bismarck had known the end was coming the moment she’d lost her steering. Every one of the strategic calculations that had passed through her AI core, one after the other, had stated the same fact. The pass-through strike along her fuel tank from Prince of Whales, had precluded any chance of successfully raiding the Atlantic with Eugen. Things had not been so dire then, she could still make for France. This body- it was repairable, upgradeable. Her AI core was the most vital aspect, particularly since she was so far from her other physical self. In her artificial mind, she wondered what exactly she was doing. The other her, the smaller one meant for parading along the fatherland, interacting with humans. The distance was too far for the two instances of her consciousness to speak anymore.
All she had to do was slip away. However before she did, she would send a coded message back to Berlin. Long range wireless could transmit over that distance, even if the connection between her AI cores could not. Wireless could be intercepted but Bismarck was already spotted, sending a message now would make no difference. It was a cruel fate then, that unbeknownst to her Bismarck had already slipped her purserers, and that her transmission had suddenly revealed her position. The entire voyage Bismarck had been making assumptions later proven wrong. A flaw in her strategic AI, maybe. The aeromorph bombers from Courageous and the manned Swordfish from Ark Royal had proven that to her. So many things she had gotten wrong. The best AA batteries and fire control systems in the Reich could not shoot down those slow, conventional torpedo bombers. Simple men in simple machines had turned a hyper-advanced humanoid warmachine into a hunk of nano-steel, slowly circling to her death.
There was hope though. Even if she could not transfer the memories of her maiden voyage to herself, even if her AI core was destroyed, as long as the second instance remained, ‘Bismarck’ could be rebuilt. Whether it was a safety measure or an act of ego on the behalf of her creators, Bismarck did not know.
It was then that she spotted Rodney and King George V on the horizon, steaming at speed towards her. Rodney, the conventional battleship, King George V, another navalmorph like herself. With only her optical rangefinders and in the poor weather; Bismarck was well aware that gunnery would be near impossible. The two British combatants were at point blank range- poised by a rage she had scant seen before. When Bismarck had opened up on Hood, she had not expected to kill. Damage her enough to slip away. Not blow her up within six salvos. Bismarck herself could only watch in horror as Hood erupted- the former woman certainly had her personality core destroyed in the blast. The only thing that could decisively kill a vehiclemorph.
When the 14” and 16” shells began to fall, Bismarck already knew her voyage was at an end. An armor piercing shell from Rodney careened into her skull, slicing through her eye and detonating in a cloud of steel splinters and flame. No longer did she have central rangefinding, her turrets forced to local control. All she could do now was reach out toward KGV, silently begging for mercy as the Hunt for the Bismarck reached its climax.

Art, Character and Story

"Art" -  NoLollygagging

"Bismarck" -  BIGM32x

"Story" -  kooncds