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Drexler

She gently approached Drexler and patted her head.

Drexler grit her teeth and glared at Bismarck. So the battleship thought she had the right to touch her hair just because she was taller? She probably thought that she was soooooo cool just because she had 15 inch guns. Well guess what? It's not like Drexler even wanted to have that much firepower. The stupid guns would've weighed her down anyway. But, you know, if she had to, she could totally fire those things. Hmphh. Stupid battleships and their stupid blueprints...

"Bismarck," she spat out, "keep your hands off my hair, and stop speaking German. I can't even tell what you're saying, but it's probably something gross."
 
Bismarck


"Bismarck," she spat out, "keep your hands off my hair, and stop speaking German. I can't even tell what you're saying, but it's probably something gross."
Bismarck's smile only widened a little bit more when she saw Drexler getting angry. She was cute when she does that. She will tease her a tiny bit.

"Hmm? And what are you going to do if I don't? Stop me? Who says, I wasn't complimenting you instead? You really become such an impolite little girl when I looked away for a few days!" She deliberately kept patting her. She wondered how long it will take until she snaps. Well, she'll stop before then. She didn't want to sink Drexler. They might become friends later on? She'll enjoy showing her the intricacies of destroying kanmusus and slaughtering humans.
 
'I am conflicted.'

Impero considers these points, and quickly concludes that Iwo and Helena are correct, much as she is loathe to admit it. And besides, even if they head to Peros Banhos, that doesn't stop her from sending a scout to check out Diego Garcia like she'd originally planned.

"You raise a very good point, Iwo," she says, nodding. "Very well. We'll go to Peros Banhos instead; I'll outline our next steps once we've had a chance to rest and resupply. Everyone, we start steaming-"

'I am no longer conflicted.'

Quick as lightning, Impero's hand strikes out and grabs Bismarck's head-patting hand by the wrist. She squeezes, hard enough to make the armor in the area creak in protest.

"But first, a little discipline," she says, her voice like liquid helium but dripping with relish. "I don't think Drexler appreciates that, Bismarck. It would be... detrimental for your health if you were to continue."
 
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Seeing the form of her sister getting closer, Juneau waved an arm at Oakland. Juneau smiled. It was good to see someone familiar. And nice. And with the same job as Juneau.

Oakland
Tsu Class
Status: Combat Functional

Oakland caught sight of her sister, at least she's still functional, "Juneau. Good to see you functional." Oakland as well continued her skyscan as she did so.

Capital ships were discussing actions. Things beyond the scope of what Oakland was suited to have input on. A fight between battleships. The sounds snapped her out of her sky scanning as she started to move closer to Iwo Jima. If two of the capital ships are possibly on a path towards conflict, defend the capital ships not involved from possible spillover.

"Iwo Jima, I suggest scattering distance to 500 meters from primary group. I am requesting support Juneau," the Tsu announced as her visor caught the glint of the sun.

The Tsu's gaze now was at the standoff in front of her as she waited the clearance to escort the carrier to safety. She made sure to avoid taking a hostile stance as her batteries and torpedo launchers were facing away from the battleships, although the jammed one aimed it turrets downwards as the last thing she desired was to draw the ire of a Battleship. Battleships could easily destroy her, and the last thing she wanted was to die due to the simple fact she looked too hostile. Was the Enemy's fleet like this? Oakland didn't see any of this type of behavior. Perhaps it was stress reaction. Maybe their rigging isn't properly regulating them. Or the components were damaged. The light cruiser never looked into the nature of the rigging that wasn't of her class before so she had to think this was a malfunction.

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Drexler

"Hmm? And what are you going to do if I don't? Stop me? Who says, I wasn't complimenting you instead? You really become such an impolite little girl when I looked away for a few days!"
Drexler's eyebrow twitched once, twice, three times. 'Think calm thoughts. C-A-L-M thoughts. It wouldn't do for you to lose your temper in fron — THAT STUPID OVERWEIGHT PIECE OF SCRAP THINKS SHE'S SOOOOOO GOOD. WELL LET'S SEE WHO'S ACTING SO SMUG WHEN THERE'RE LIVE TORPEDOES IN THE WATER. HAHAHAHAHAHA—'

"I don't think Drexler appreciates that, Bismarck. It would be... detrimental for your health if you were to continue

Drexler eyed Impero cautiously, trying to discern whether or not the flag ship was making light of her ability to defend herself or not. She decided to give Impero the benefit of the doubt (something a mature and repspectable destroyer was wont to do). But even then, it wouldn't be good if the other warships thought she needed Impero to intervene. Thus resolved, Drexler instantly adopted a more relaxed stance, with her hands behind her head.

"Geez Impero, way to kill my fun. I was going to go easy on her too!"

Drexler gave Bismarck one last look before turning her attention back to the rest of the ships.
 
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'I am no longer conflicted.'

Quick as lightning, Impero's hand strikes out and grabs Bismarck's head-patting hand by the wrist. She squeezes, hard enough to make the armor in the area creak in protest.

"But first, a little discipline," she says, her voice like liquid helium but dripping with relish. "I don't think Drexler appreciates that, Bismarck. It would be... detrimental for your health if you were to continue."
"Geez Impero, way to kill my fun. I was going to go easy on her too!"

Drexler gave Bismarck one last look before turning her attention back to the rest of the ships.
@Terran Imperium
Jima growls irritatedly. "If you three are done wasting time, perhaps we might actually get started on going to Peros Banhos? Or are we going to have to wait for you to catch up because you are too busy bickering amongst yourselves?" Jima isn't usually terribly emotive, so when she's noticeably irritated, it usually means she's getting a lot closer than some would like to having her anger boil over.
 
Bismarck


Bismarck brought up her hands in a placating manner, an easy smile on her face. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay! Okay! We can't even joke around, these days!"

@Terran Imperium
Jima growls irritatedly. "If you three are done wasting time, perhaps we might actually get started on going to Peros Banhos? Or are we going to have to wait for you to catch up because you are too busy bickering amongst yourselves?" Jima isn't usually terribly emotive, so when she's noticeably irritated, it usually means she's getting a lot closer than some would like to having her anger boil over.
Bismarck nodded, although the smile didn't leave her face even when apologizing.

"Sorry, sorry Jima! Let's start moving."

Her expression was serious, this time as she turned to face Impero again. Joking time was over.

"What is our formation? You know, just in case we get attacked, it wouldn't do if we were caught with our pants down- I mean unorganized."

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Drexler


Drexler's eyebrow twitched once, twice, three times. 'Think calm thoughts. C-A-L-M thoughts. It wouldn't do for you to lose your temper in fron — THAT STUPID OVERWEIGHT PIECE OF SCRAP THINKS SHE'S SOOOOOO GOOD. WELL LET'S SEE WHO'S ACTING SO SMUG WHEN THERE'RE LIVE TORPEDOES IN THE WATER. HAHAHAHAHAHA—'


Drexler eyed Impero cautiously, trying to discern whether or not the flag ship was making at her ability to defend herself or not. She decided to give Impero the benefit of the doubt (something a mature and repspectable destroyer was wont to do). But even then, it wouldn't be good if the other warships thought she needed Impero to intervene. Thus resolved, Drexler instantly adopted a more relaxed stance, with her hands behind her head.

"Geez Impero, way to kill my fun. I was going to go easy on her too!"

Drexler gave Bismarck one last look before turning her attention back to the rest of the ships.
"I'll keep that in mind," Impero says absently, not otherwise budging.

@Terran Imperium
Jima growls irritatedly. "If you three are done wasting time, perhaps we might actually get started on going to Peros Banhos? Or are we going to have to wait for you to catch up because you are too busy bickering amongst yourselves?" Jima isn't usually terribly emotive, so when she's noticeably irritated, it usually means she's getting a lot closer than some would like to having her anger boil over.
"As you wish," Impero says, in a tone that all but screams 'I would really just as soon choke Bismarck to death as look at her, but I have to work with you, so I'll honor your request to lay off.' Regardless, she lets go of Bismarck's wrist.

Bismarck


Bismarck brought up her hands in a placating manner, an easy smile on her face. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay! Okay! We can't even joke around, these days!"


Bismarck nodded, although the smile didn't leave her face even when apologizing.

"Sorry, sorry Jima! Let's start moving."

Her expression was serious, this time as she turned to face Impero again. Joking time was over.

"What is our formation? You know, just in case we get attacked, it wouldn't do if we were caught with our pants down- I mean unorganized."

@CV12Hornet
"I want an outer ring of destroyers eleven nautical miles out, with Juneau and Oakland to the flanks just inside the ring. Iwo, Bismarck, we're in the center. Helena, to our rear. Marblehead, to the van." She turns to the carrier. "Iwo, do you have enough planes to keep a CAP up?"
 
"Alright, everyone, listen up," she announces in her plain voice. "I'm sure you're all wondering what the hell we're doing next. Some of you have asked for orders. At least one of you..." And here she attempts to vaporize Bismarck with her gaze. "Has suggested going north. We're going to do just that. We're going to Diego Garcia; if we're lucky, there are no humans there and some supplies for us to scavenge. If we're unlucky, there are humans they're and we're all going to die horribly. Further orders will come once we're in scouting range."

"Any questions?"
"Non. Seems as good of a place to die as any."

"Uhhh, what are we going to do after we go to... Diego Garcia, or was it Pa- Po- Pu— that Paris place," Drexler let out a sigh, she probably should have been paying more attention to the discussion.

"You get my point though... Right?"

"Great job Drexler, you made a fool of yourself again... Hopefully Impero doesn't think your question is stupid," Drexler thought as she anxiously awaited for Impero's response.
What a stupid question.

It was not, however, hers to answer, so L'Audacieux settled for affixing the smaller destroyer with her best glare.

"With all due respect Impero, I would expect that Diego Garcia would be inhabited - it was a mission critical base for the US Navy prior to occupation by Abyssal forces. It would only be logical that humanity would elect to rebuild the base there, and potentially use it as a staging ground for kanmusu forces. Even if we were able to take the base again, we'd have maybe a few hours to take everything that wasn't nailed down too hard and run away before humanity came down on that island like the wrath of God."

Jima consults her charts of the area in her head. "A possibly less likely to be inhabited area would be Peros Banhos Atoll, which we might be able to use as a temporary base of operations without effectively screaming to the world 'Here we are, come kill us please'."
"Iwo Jima's right." Helena said. "The humans and Kanmusu have no doubt reoccupied the base, maybe even used it as a staging point for the blockade on our island. No doubt the island is crawling with people who would love for the last group of Abyssal to nicely deliver themselves at their door. Unless you plan on throwing in the towel and surrendering, you're only leading us to our deaths."
"You raise a very good point, Iwo," she says, nodding. "Very well. We'll go to Peros Banhos instead; I'll outline our next steps once we've had a chance to rest and resupply. Everyone, we start steaming-"
L'Audacieux followed with disdain as not only did the other ships proceed to question orders, Impero folded like lawn chair to their demands.

The french destroyer was starting to wish she'd chosen to strike out on her own.

She neglected to voice her thoughts aloud however, content to radiate utter contempt in the general direction of the rest of the flotilla as she moved to comply with Impero's chosen course of action, assuming she didn't flip-flop her decision again.
 
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"I want an outer ring of destroyers eleven nautical miles out, with Juneau and Oakland to the flanks just inside the ring. Iwo, Bismarck, we're in the center. Helena, to our rear. Marblehead, to the van." She turns to the carrier. "Iwo, do you have enough planes to keep a CAP up?"
Jima wobbles her hand side to side in a 'so-so' gesture. "I do, but it's going to be stretched thin as hell. I've only got a little over 2 squadrons of Corsairs left, and I've already got 4 of my Helldivers airborne, which means that I'm stuck with two options for the CAP - either I can have them go out to the same distance they normally patrol at, which means much earlier warning of incoming threats, but a massively greater probability that the fighters miss something by accident, or I can have them stay more or less over the fleet, which guarantees that anything coming for the fleet will be spotted and intercepted, but means that the intercept would be closer to the fleet, and might give our position away even if they maneuver to obfuscate what they're orbiting."
L'Audacieux followed with disdain as not only did the other ships proceed to question orders, Impero folded like lawn chair to their demands.

The french destroyer was starting to wish she'd chosen to strike out on her own.

She neglected to voice her thoughts aloud however, content to radiate utter contempt in the general direction of the rest of the flotilla as she moved to comply with Impero's chosen course of action, assuming she didn't flip-flop her decision again.
Jima notes L'Audacieux radiating utter contempt at the rest of the flotilla, and looks back in her direction with a raised eyebrow and an unamused expression.
 
Bismarck


Jima wobbles her hand side to side in a 'so-so' gesture. "I do, but it's going to be stretched thin as hell. I've only got a little over 2 squadrons of Corsairs left, and I've already got 4 of my Helldivers airborne, which means that I'm stuck with two options for the CAP - either I can have them go out to the same distance they normally patrol at, which means much earlier warning of incoming threats, but a massively greater probability that the fighters miss something by accident, or I can have them stay more or less over the fleet, which guarantees that anything coming for the fleet will be spotted and intercepted, but means that the intercept would be closer to the fleet, and might give our position away even if they maneuver to obfuscate what they're orbiting."
Bismarck lifted a hand. An easy friendly grin on her face.

"I have four Arado Ar 196 floatplanes if it helps. I mean it's not a squadron but its better than nothing, I guess. If only to help you out of your burden Jima since you are our only carrier in our small flotilla." Bismarck shrugged. At least she hoped it'll calm down Impero a bit, she seemed to have a bit too much of her attention these days, ah, it's gonna be hard to turn her down. At least, she proved she wasn't simply a walking flesh bag with big guns strapped on it!
 
"I have four Arado Ar 196 floatplanes if it helps. I mean it's not a squadron but its better than nothing, I guess. If only to help you out of your burden Jima since you are our only carrier in our small flotilla." Bismarck shrugged. At least she hoped it'll calm down Impero a bit, she seemed to have a bit too much of her attention these days, ah, it's gonna be hard to turn her down. At least, she proved she wasn't simply a walking flesh bag with big guns strapped on it!
Jima looks thoughtful. "Those will most likely be useful as closer range scouts, which could help shore up gaps in the formation if we went with a close-in CAP. They probably wouldn't do much to help if we try to use a normal CAP, though - they're too slow and short ranged." Jima pauses. "And no, that's not any sort of insult to Germany, it's just an unavoidable flaw of floatplanes."
 
L'Audacieux followed with disdain as not only did the other ships proceed to question orders, Impero folded like lawn chair to their demands.

The french destroyer was starting to wish she'd chosen to strike out on her own.

She neglected to voice her thoughts aloud however, content to radiate utter contempt in the general direction of the rest of the flotilla as she moved to comply with Impero's chosen course of action, assuming she didn't flip-flop her decision again.
If Impero notices L'Audacieux's contempt, she gives no sign.

Jima wobbles her hand side to side in a 'so-so' gesture. "I do, but it's going to be stretched thin as hell. I've only got a little over 2 squadrons of Corsairs left, and I've already got 4 of my Helldivers airborne, which means that I'm stuck with two options for the CAP - either I can have them go out to the same distance they normally patrol at, which means much earlier warning of incoming threats, but a massively greater probability that the fighters miss something by accident, or I can have them stay more or less over the fleet, which guarantees that anything coming for the fleet will be spotted and intercepted, but means that the intercept would be closer to the fleet, and might give our position away even if they maneuver to obfuscate what they're orbiting."

Jima notes L'Audacieux radiating utter contempt at the rest of the flotilla, and looks back in her direction with a raised eyebrow and an unamused expression.

Bismarck



Bismarck lifted a hand. An easy friendly grin on her face.

"I have four Arado Ar 196 floatplanes if it helps. I mean it's not a squadron but its better than nothing, I guess. If only to help you out of your burden Jima since you are our only carrier in our small flotilla." Bismarck shrugged. At least she hoped it'll calm down Impero a bit, she seemed to have a bit too much of her attention these days, ah, it's gonna be hard to turn her down. At least, she proved she wasn't simply a walking flesh bag with big guns strapped on it!

Jima looks thoughtful. "Those will most likely be useful as closer range scouts, which could help shore up gaps in the formation if we went with a close-in CAP. They probably wouldn't do much to help if we try to use a normal CAP, though - they're too slow and short ranged." Jima pauses. "And no, that's not any sort of insult to Germany, it's just an unavoidable flaw of floatplanes."
"Tch," Impero grunts, an annoyed scowl on her face. She'd expected to not have any capacity for a CAP available, but this... this was a decidedly unappealing choice. Briefly, after Bismarck and Iwo discuss the idea, she considers splitting the difference, of posting the fighters in the normal position and the floatplanes close in, but that's immediately followed by the question of what the hell those floatplanes are supposed to do in case something does come a'snooping.

"Do the closer CAP," she finally decides, sounding annoyed. "It's not ideal, obviously, but I'd prefer to know when something's coming in via air."

Turning, she eyes the rest of the fleet, which has stayed clustered up near her. "Well, what are you all standing around gawking for?" she barks. "Get into formation so we can get going!"
 
"Do the closer CAP," she finally decides, sounding annoyed. "It's not ideal, obviously, but I'd prefer to know when something's coming in via air."

Turning, she eyes the rest of the fleet, which has stayed clustered up near her. "Well, what are you all standing around gawking for?" she barks. "Get into formation so we can get going!"
Jima nods. "Acknowledged. Marshaling extra aircraft on deck, preparing to launch Combat Air Patrol. Please maneuver to clear my path, I need to get up to 30 knots or more to begin flight operations."

Jima begins maneuvering to get up to speed to launch aircraft, even as her elevators, battle damaged as they are, strain to lift Corsairs onto her deck to be fueled, armed, and launched. She begins checking and preparing her rifle.
 
Story Post: The Empty Isles
Under Impero's command, the fleet forms up, and sets sail in a northeasterly direction, towards Peros Banhos. The seas remain calm as you sail. Thankfully, the seas remain empty, and the journey to the atoll is uneventful.

The atoll itself is empty, having been abandoned by humanity in 1970. Whatever structures that may have stood on the islands have long since been worn away by time. Not even the Abyssals had inhabited the islands in the few brief years of the war. The airbase at Diego Garcia had been a large enough threat that the atoll hadn't been claimed until the base had been captured, at which point the Abyssal forces had simply claimed the better developed base as their own.

When the American Kanmusu had reclaimed Diego Garcia and forcefully evicted the Abyssals there, the Peros Banhos atoll had been overlooked as potential basing due to the nearby base. Perhaps this will mean that your forces can stay undetected for a time. Or perhaps the nearby airbase will end up discovering your new base of operations and forcing you back out to sea.

The islands the make up Peros Banhos atoll are all flat and sandy, with minimal tree cover. Creating a dock necessary for heavier repairs will consume a large portion of your current resources, nearly a third of what you all currently carry.
The atoll itself is rather empty, having been abandoned since the 70's. A majority of the Chagos Archipelago is in similar condition. The one major exception is the American airbase at Diego Garcia, which a lone pilot confirmed has been reclaimed by the humans. No Kanmusu presence has been detected, but it is likely that at least some of your counterparts are stationed nearby.
 
Well, Iwo was definitely right, and Impero mentally pats herself on the back for being able to see that. Unfortunately, this is tempered by the twin disappointments of an occupied Diego Garcia and a lack of anything human to tinker with.

On the plus side, that keeps Impero focused on the necessary next steps. Two overriding questions present themselves in her mind: what presence do the humans have at Diego Garcia, and can they risk staying long enough to build a dock and get their light damage repaired?

At the moment, Impero is leaning towards no for the latter question. Diego Garcia is right there. The risk of even accidental discovery is... considerable. That makes proper reconnaissance of the enemy base even more paramount if they want to not have to stay prepared to bug out at a moment's notice.

"How to do it, though..." Impero mutters to herself. Aircraft are the best option, but they're also likely to be spotted and are a dead giveaway that something Abyssal is in the area. A surface ship could sneak up on the archipelago, probably, but they'd be limited in what they could see, and are also spottable. "My guns for a submarine..."

Well, nothing for it. Impero flops back-first onto the sand; the rest of her force has been ordered to just do whatever they want for a day, at which point she'd have further orders.

Hopefully.
 
Well, nothing for it. Impero flops back-first onto the sand; the rest of her force has been ordered to just do whatever they want for a day, at which point she'd have further orders.

Hopefully.
With orders to do whatever she wants for the day, Jima sets to work cataloging what supplies she has onboard that could prove useful. She also goes around, asking the others to do the same when they have the time. As far as Jima was concerned, if Impero was going to be unable to get along with Bismarck, that left Jima as the go to option for an aide de camp. And if that was what she needed to be doing during down time, then so be it.
 
Bismarck


Well, nothing for it. Impero flops back-first onto the sand; the rest of her force has been ordered to just do whatever they want for a day, at which point she'd have further orders.

Hopefully.
Bismarck had nothing to do. She ordered her crew to catalogue what supplies she has left since Jima asked her and she was nice about it. But Bismarck herself was just bored so she decided to approach her fellow battleship Impero. Nothing could go wrong, surely. After all, they are both Abyssals and friends. They got to kill some humans together someday, or kanmusu for that matter.

"Impero! What are you doing? You're bored like me?" Bismarck eased her face into a friendly smile.
 
Bismarck had nothing to do. She ordered her crew to catalogue what supplies she has left since Jima asked her and she was nice about it. But Bismarck herself was just bored so she decided to approach her fellow battleship Impero. Nothing could go wrong, surely. After all, they are both Abyssals and friends. They got to kill some humans together someday, or kanmusu for that matter.

"Impero! What are you doing? You're bored like me?" Bismarck eased her face into a friendly smile.
Jima wanders past. "Bismarck, I'd appreciate it if you took some time to put together a manifest of what supplies and spare parts you have onboard. It will facilitate repairs to the more damaged members of the fleet, if nothing else. And better to have and not need, then need and not have. Or not know that you have, which might as well be the same thing."
 
Bismarck


Jima wanders past. "Bismarck, I'd appreciate it if you took some time to put together a manifest of what supplies and spare parts you have onboard. It will facilitate repairs to the more damaged members of the fleet, if nothing else. And better to have and not need, then need and not have. Or not know that you have, which might as well be the same thing."
Bismarck shrugged. Is Jima going to bug her about it each time? Oh, by the Princess.

"Don't you worry. I'm cataloguing everything! Just not manually! I have a crew for that and it's not like they are doing anything." Bismarck failed to mention, she did not have anything to do herself.
 
Drexler

Well, nothing for it. Impero flops back-first onto the sand; the rest of her force has been ordered to just do whatever they want for a day, at which point she'd have further orders.

Drexler found herself sitting on the beach and staring off into the endless expanse of blue before her. The waves tickled her feet as she wiggled her toes in the sand. The fleet seemed so. . . empty now that there were only nine of them. All they had was each other—it was them against the world. . .

Too bad Drexler hated half of the remaining fleet.

There was Bismarck with her stupid condescending smile and her stupid headpats, not to mention that she also had float-planes. Ughh. Drexler was definitely keeping an eye out for her. Then there was Oakland with her stupid mask and how she followed the bigger ships around like a lost puppy. And rounding off them off was L'Audasucks with her stupid "I'm too good to speak to you" attitude and her stupid 43 knots and her stupid tallness and her stupid smug face. Arghhh! Drexler took a deep breath.

'Think about happy things, like. . . like. . . war? I mean, Bismarck is always going off about how awesome war is. But then again, it is Bismarck I'm talking about. . . " Drexler idly kicked her feet out, trusting Bismarck was just asking for trouble.

Drexler stood up from her spot and began walking along the beach, going along her list of "allies" as she plodded along. She didn't particularly care about Helena, the two of them rarely ever talked, let alone knew each other. The same could also be said for Juneau.

Hmm. Now that she thought about it, the only ones with any sort of redeeming values were Impero and Grom. Impero, despite being a battleship, hadn't looked down on Drexler during their short interaction, and that was enough to put her on Drexler's good side. Grom, on the other hand, was the closest to a friend Drexler had in the fleet: both of them hated planes and both of them were destroyers—what else could you look for in a friend? Oh! Her being shorter than Drexler was a huge bonus. Her strange fascination with Mayonnaise was weird, but that was something Drexler was willing to overlook.

Drexler grabbed a nearby stick and poked the dead fish lying before her. The squishing sound it made as she prodded it went unnoticed as she ruminated over her seven allies.

Huh? What do you mean there's one more ship? Seven plus one was eight, and there were. . . nine ships in the fleet. So who did Drexler miss? She went down her list: there was Impero, Bismarck, the two cruisers, the Frenchie, Grom, and Helena. Who did she—Oh. Her. Drexler's face darkened and her mutilation of the fish intensified. The less said about Iwo Jima, the better.

Drexler's mind wandered back to her first life at the thought of carriers. 'Stupid airplanes and their stupid pilots. Couldn't bring me down fair and square so they decided to bring me down with them! And I just had to be the only one to sink in that mission. It was so—so STUPID!'

At that point, the fish Drexler had been whacking looked less like a fish and more like a dirty smear on the otherwise pristine sand. Drexler gave the fish one look of disgust before walking off, her thoughts still on airplanes. . .
 
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@Terran Imperium
"Oh, and by the way," Impero interjects as Iwo walks away, in an improbably cheerful voice. "Mind leaving yourself before I pull out your pelvis and bludgeon you to death with it?"
 
There they go again, threatening each other with violence. The princess has died, and their leadership was already at each others' throats. Juneau would go over there and implore them to calm down, stop trying to kill their allies but...battleship. Didn't seem terribly wise to confront someone so far above her weight class.

Inwardly, Junau sighed. With her helmet off, Juneau surveyed the environment with her own eyes. Beach, some trees, ocean all around her, and somewhere over the horizon was a human base with aircraft, warships, and maybe kanmusu.

Juneau kept her guns ready, and kept an eye on the sky.

An order sent her crew cataloging the supplies. With that job essentially automated, Juneau was left wondering what to do. Not a lot to do on an island like this.

@Ethernet_Cable

Her attention was drawn to a destroyer, whacking at...something using a stick, hitting it with the kind of fury you'd reserve for an enemy, at least from Juneau's perspective.

As the destroyer finished whacking away and walked off, Juneau jogged to catch up.

"Hey! You're uh... you're Drexler, right?" Juneau said. "What was that about, the hitting and everything? If you don't mind me asking."

And Juneau realized it was very likely that this little one would explode into a murderous ball of rage. Abyss damn it.
 
Bismarck


@Terran Imperium
"Oh, and by the way," Impero interjects as Iwo walks away, in an improbably cheerful voice. "Mind leaving yourself before I pull out your pelvis and bludgeon you to death with it?"
Bismarck laughed. Impero is the only one who could understand her. She knew how to joke and make conversation between true battleships! She smiled genuinely at Impero.

"Really, Impero. That was sweet of you. Its been awhile since we last talked. It was at least like a whole week or so before the Princess's death. Its like you've been avoiding me in the base! Can't I talk to my friend? Or are you still sulking because I teased Drexler a bit?" asked Bismarck.
 
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