Iwo Jima nods and clicks her radio on and off to signify that she has acknowledged the message, beginning to maneuver to put her and her escorts in the best position for attacking Diego Garcia when the attack commences.
Requiem of the Deep IC Thread
- Thread starter Lady Darkhound
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Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Bismarck smirked as she heard Impero. Her oil fuel pumped faster in excitement, it burned as she pushed her engines. They will see the Abyssal's might in battle and their capacity to wage war on Earth! A War that would make even Hell whimper in fear and pale at the atrocities committed. She accelerated and navigated beside Impero.
"Ah~, We're finally getting some action." she glanced at the other Battleship. "It'll be rather romantic as we tear them down together, don't you think?" Bismarck joked. Impero always gets so flustered easily. She always gets such funny replies like 'I'll kill you' or 'shut up'.
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Firebird Zoom
Pretty Bird
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The two battleships break off and head towards the base.
Before long, you run into a pair of destroyers, both of them Fletchers judging from their appearance. They appear startled by you, as if they weren't expecting to come face to face with a pair of battleships.
After a beat, one begins to broadcast on all frequencies, "Unknown battleships, this is the USS Haggard. You are in a restricted area. Halt and identify yourself or we will be forced to fire upon you."
Before she's even finished, her escort panics and fires a spread of torpedoes, then turns around and begins booking it back to the base.
@CV12Hornet @Terran Imperium
You don't know how long you've been down here. You had been among those accompanying the supreme leader when she chose to surrender. Unfortunately, not everyone was in agreement among those in the envoy. And so you and about twenty-five others revolted during the negotiations, fully intending to cut the heads off as many snakes as you could before going down.
It was disastrous.
And so here you are. Locked in a dark cell with the only other survivor of your ill-fated mutiny. Stripped of your rigging and all but left here to rot, you're left with nothing to do except watch Australia as she alternates between trying to gnaw down the door and scribbling fervently in her sketchbook.
Speaking of the Ri-class, she swears as her pencil breaks, before raising it to her mouth and sharpening it between her teeth. This is the first thing that has broken her out of the cycle she's been in for the past eternity. Maybe you could take this opportunity to talk to her, Nagato.
@UbeOne
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
With the song of battle singing in her veins, not even Bismarck's yammering can affect her mood. Or rather, the usual annoyance just further fuels her bloodlust.
"Romantic? Pah! This is a battle! It's chaotic and messy and painful! And I wouldn't have it any other way!"
"You're right about one thing, though... this is going to be fun."
It is all Impero can do to not laugh at the pathetic display. As her 6" turrets work on their firing solution, she decides to indulge in a little monologuing.
"Is that supposed to be a threat, little destroyer? I'd laugh at it if it weren't so pathetic." Then the other destroyer blatantly panic-launches her torpedoes at near maximum range; the laughter bubbles up again, and this time it's not suppressed. "Oh, who am I kidding, I'll laugh anyway! BAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Her laughter is accompanied by her 6" guns roaring at the lead destroyer, and the battleship simultaneously turns head-on to the torpedo salvo; at this range and speed they should be easy to comb.
Actually... come to think of it, it looked like the whole salvo would miss them both even without evasion. Neat. But better to be safe than sorry.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Bismarck contained her amusement into a simple smirk. She glanced at Impero who didn't even bother as she was laughing wholeheartedly. Bismarck couldn't help but chuckle too then. She liked it best when they were in battle, its where she got along with Impero even better than in any other situation. Impero did appreciate her jokes but they synergized better in battle.
"Oh my, such cute little things you are," replied Bismarck, she was serious, they were cute. It would be all the more satisfying to sink them. "War has come to knock on your door," she said jokingly before too herself she fell into a mad frenzied laugh at her pitiful joke and what awaits these little destroyers. Let them be the witness to the superior firepower of the Germans! Her 38cm SK C/34 came to life as it rained her blessings upon these fools, she hoped they didn't sink immediately as she would rather see their death up close as she stares into their eyes. Perhaps even hear their last words. It would be so maddeningly pleasant.
For now, she will simply get away from the torpedoes path and keep firing on the destroyers. The torpedoes weren't aimed and the shot is rather wide. It shouldn't be too difficult to dodge.
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Firebird Zoom
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As soon as Impero began to speak, Haggard charged. The destroyer dodges most of the fire from both battleships, but Impero gets lucky. One of her shells clips the destroyer's shoulder, disabling a turret, but by then it's too late.
Haggard shoots past Impero, launching a brace of torpedoes as she passes. At such close range, it's nothing short of a miracle that one misses. Impero is okay, however, if you consider "not sunk" okay. One of her propellers is mangled, halving her top speed and severely reducing her mobility. On the bright side, all of the torpedoes in the first spread miss.
The Fletcher begins to turn around to return to Diego Garcia, only to have her head blown off by one of Bismarck's shells. She's still afloat, but is in no condition to continue fighting.
@CV12Hornet @Terran Imperium
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CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
"Figlio de putana! Mangia merde e morte!" Impero swears at the now-beheaded destroyer. A red haze settles over her eyes, and she takes a step to go finish off the destroyer. She's down to half-speed with a flooded TDS because that fucking hotdog had the temerity to torpedo her! There's also a strong element of wounded pride, considering the destroyer got the drop on her because she'd indulged in monologuing.
Suddenly, two devils pop up on her shoulder.
"Yessss, kill her!" One hisses. "This insult cannot go unpunished!"
"Do not do that!" The other snaps. "Got that damn sauerkraut to do it, you've got an airfield to shell and only three screws to do it with."
"C'mon, Bismarck can handle it. Indulge!"
"And if we lose?" A sigh. "Look, Impero, you have a duty to the greater you. Go shell that airfield. Besides, it'll be fun!"
@Terran Imperium
"Bismarck," Impero snarls, starting to limp back on course. "Kill that bitch, then get back to following me to the airfield. Make it painful."
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Bismarck whistled. That was a good hit. A headshot to be exact. She approached the little destroyer and picked her up. As to why Bismarck is taking the destroyer with her. Well, she could hold valuable information about their capabilities and what other ships there are. Bismarck will keep this little destroyer as her little pet to play with too. That's totally not the main reason.
"That wasn't really nice of you to hurt my dear best friend like that," Bismarck said after sighing with a light voice that didn't have any weight or seriousness to it. She turned to Impero. "Are you sure you don't need help? I could tow you back to a safe area?" she inquired, she added as if its an after-thought. "Oh. I'll be using this little destroyer as a human shield. Rather neat don't you think?" she lied right through her teeth. Impero would forgive her later on when she'll learn she didn't kill the little cute thing and kept it as a pet instead.
Bismarck would find some little remote place, preferably on land and hidden to put the destroyer on. She'll disable her radio and anything that could make her allies locate her. She'll be staying there while she continues the mission and she'll come to pick her off later when it's completed.
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
Impero doesn't answer. Instead, her guns, 15" and 6", slowly turn to aim at Bismarck and her erstwhile shield.
And then they fire.
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Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Bismarck grinned. She did the most natural thing one would do, she started dodging.
"Oh my, Impero. Did you get your pants lit on fire or something?" Bismarck laughed. "Nein, if you keep this up. I'll sink you Impero!" To emphasize her words, her 38cm SK C/34 started targeting the injured nearly immobile target that is Impero. "Can you imagine the humans' face seeing us fight against each other right now? I wouldn't mind normally but you're compromising the mission and our survival! Are you going to shit on the Princess' orders? And you're destroying my human shield! I'm not supposed to use it on you." Bismarck said on a surprising moment of clarity and logic. It didn't last.
"Oh! Don't tell me, Impero... Are you jealous?" Bismarck's grin widened even further.
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
The sound of Impero's guns is the only response Bismarck gets.
Firebird Zoom
Pretty Bird
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Impero misses entirely, but would have bracketed Bismarck were she still a steel hull.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Bismarck laughed even harder as her guns took in line the perfect target that is the injured and nearly immobile Impero. She'll take Impero's head off to cripple her. She'll rather not kill her dear friend after all! Bismarck has so much fun with her it would be a bummer if she died.
"Hey, don't blame me later on. I warned you after all!" Bismarck laughed even harder as she fired. Bismarck is wondering what would be her comrades' faces when she comes back with a decapitated shipgirl and a decapitated Impero in her arms. Ah~, the joys of war.
Firebird Zoom
Pretty Bird
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Bismarck manages to decapitate Impero, but it's not as clean as she would like. The shell was a little off, obliterating a good deal of the battleship's right shoulder and blowing her arm off.
At this point, it looks like a stiff breeeze would make Impero keel over, and with the base having fighter jets, that very well may happen should they manage to launch them. Bismarck can either tow Impero or take Haggard with her, not both. And the other Fletcher is still getting away.
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
The misses, the damage taken... each event merely spurs Impero's rage further. On the other hand, the whole "stiff breeze" descriptor is not all that far off. Impero can be as angry as she wants, but with half her propulsion and armament, and her conning tower entirely, knocked out she's really in no shape to take on a fully healthy Bismarck.
And that is the key to a change. If Impero is in no shape to fight, the song of battle that was amplifying anything should silence, and indeed it is all but gone, replaced by her survival instincts screaming at her anger. And with that comes some clarity.
Guns silent, Impero slowly steams up to within shouting range of Bismarck, and then turns on her radio. "Give me the damn destroyer," she rasps, remaining arm held out. "Get to that airfield, and start shelling it, or so help me, when I finish repairs, I am going to plant my foot so far up your ass you'll be able to digest externally."
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UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Nagato
Prison Cell, Diego Garcia
Daytime
Hm? What happened?
The battleship's eyes open, her meditation interrupted by a break in Australia's pattern of actions. She had tried to reach out to the cruiser before, having not much else to do by herself aside from meditating and exercising, but the latter was... very much focused in her own world, doing her own things. Understandable, considering their... situation.
She decides to take the opening and try to make conversation. "May I see what you have been drawing?" She asks.
@Firebird Zoom
((Okay, it took a while to try and get into Nagato's mindset, but here we go))
Prison Cell, Diego Garcia
Daytime
Hm? What happened?
The battleship's eyes open, her meditation interrupted by a break in Australia's pattern of actions. She had tried to reach out to the cruiser before, having not much else to do by herself aside from meditating and exercising, but the latter was... very much focused in her own world, doing her own things. Understandable, considering their... situation.
She decides to take the opening and try to make conversation. "May I see what you have been drawing?" She asks.
@Firebird Zoom
((Okay, it took a while to try and get into Nagato's mindset, but here we go))
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Firebird Zoom
Pretty Bird
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It takes a while for Australia to register the question, but when she does she immediately starts blushing.
"Are you sure?" she asks nervously, "I was mostly drawing to vent, and to take my mind off of... other things. And besides, I really don't think it's suitable for someone like you, or anyone, really."
There is silence for a bit before she speaks up again, "If you're still interested, I can show you some of my other stuff?"
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Bismarck shrugged as if her slight mistake in targeting was entirely not her fault. She mouthed a 'whoops' and chuckled.
"You're the boss Impero. I'm gonna rain down hell on that airfield." she sends a thumbs up toward her despite Impero not being able to see it without a head. Its kind of impressive to see a headless body just speak. It'll make for a rather good comedic show in Bismarck's opinion. She approached Impero and deposited the destroyer gently on Impero's arm. Bismarck chuckled at the scene in front of her. A headless body is holding a headless body. The irony.
"It seems my shells are the universal cure for battle madness if it worked on you." Bismarck joked one last time. Her voice half-serious, she added. "Oh and if you kill that destroyer I'm gonna complain about it at every chance I get. Every. Opportunity. for the rest of the year." and with those final parting words, Bismarck turned toward her objective and went full-speed. The full might of her 55.6 km/h or 30.1 knots.
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Nagato
Prison Cell, Diego Garcia
Daytime
Raised eyebrow
Nagato raises an eyebrow. What could Australia possibly be drawing that would cause her to react like that? Perhaps it is best kept to herself.
The battleship decides to humor her. "That's fine," she says.
@Firebird Zoom
Prison Cell, Diego Garcia
Daytime
Raised eyebrow
Nagato raises an eyebrow. What could Australia possibly be drawing that would cause her to react like that? Perhaps it is best kept to herself.
The battleship decides to humor her. "That's fine," she says.
@Firebird Zoom
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
If Impero had still possessed a head, she would have given Bismarck a glare that would have set paint afire. As she does not, in fact, currently possess a head, she simply waits quietly as Bismarck deposits the headless destroyer, carefully gripping it. She makes no further moves, even when Bismarck threatens her.
And then, as Bismarck steams away, Impero slumps to the water, catching herself on her good elbow.
'Well, that went well. Great job, Impero, you nearly scuppered the entire plan before it started. Probably a good thing I can't see the damn destroyer, otherwise I'd go right back to enraged. Maybe I should kill it, just to be safe.' Memories of Bismarck's aggravating personality pop up, and she briefly considers how annoying Bismarck's whining would be. 'Nope. Not worth it. Tooooootally not worth it.' She pauses in her thoughts considering. 'Though maybe I could break those little fingers. That would be fun.'
But that would be for later. Hauling herself to her feet, stressed hull members groaning in protest, she swings straight west at an anemic five knots.
'Hopefully nobody'll look out this far...'
Firebird Zoom
Pretty Bird
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By the time you make it to the base, the destroyer is nowhere to be seen. There are six jets arrayed on the runway, and the pilots begin scrambling to get off the ground. However, it seems that you have about a minute before the first plane can get in the air.
You continue for about fifteen minutes before stopping.
Your radio appears to be damaged, so you have no way of knowing what's going on until someone comes to find you.
Australia smiles as she walks over to you, tucking her pencil back into her skirt.
She's already flipping through pages before she even sits down, and continues to do so for a short while afterwards. She's moving too quickly for you to get a good look at any of the pages; however, quite a few of the ones you manage to get a glance at look suspiciously like porn. She eventually stops on a page depicting you in several different poses. Each drawing shows off some design or tattoo, some in color, and others with notes listing possible shades.
The Ri-class hands you the sketchbook, "I drew most of these months ago, so they're not my best work. Also, there's more on the next two pages," Australia pauses and fixes you with a bright smile, "So, do you see anything you like?"
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Iwo Jima checks her watch. "Time to go to work." She could have potentially waited to start launching planes until Impero and Bismarck had started shelling anti-aircraft guns, but she was getting bored. Besides, she'd heard Impero and Bismarck's secondaries firing, so arguably this counted.
She also figured that as soon as Diego Garcia's radar went active, finding the carrier launching strike fighters would be a major imperative. Sinking them would also be important.
She turns to Drexler, even as her strike planes begin moving on the deck to be launched. "Drexler, go active on sonar, and fire up your radar."
Jima's rifle rises, and a rapid sequence of shots sends her planes skywards.
(@Ethernet_Cable )
She also figured that as soon as Diego Garcia's radar went active, finding the carrier launching strike fighters would be a major imperative. Sinking them would also be important.
She turns to Drexler, even as her strike planes begin moving on the deck to be launched. "Drexler, go active on sonar, and fire up your radar."
Jima's rifle rises, and a rapid sequence of shots sends her planes skywards.
(@Ethernet_Cable )
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
She had a minute before they flew, a single minute. Bismarck chuckled lightly.
"A minute is all I need!" Bismarck yells, a wide grin splattered on her face. "Beginnen wir unsere kleine party in der Hölle." she targeted the airfield and especially the area where the planes are clustered and then fired with her 38cm SK C/34 and 15cm SK C/28. In total,l she has 20 guns pointing at the airfield and raining hell on them. Even if some planes managed to get off somehow, she could still use her massive AA weaponry; she has sixteen of 10.5 Flak 38 which are the heaviest AA guns she has then sixteen 3.7cm SK C/30 and twelve 2cm Flak 38.
Bismarck would rather die in shame than let anyone of them escape.
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
'Cazzo!' Impero mentally spits. 'I did not think this through. Story of the goddamn battle, really...'
A mental sigh, and Impero turns north, hoping but not really expecting to stumble upon Iwo Jima and her task force.
- Location
- USA
Drexler
Drexler nearly faceplants as she hears the order. Her heart pounds in her chest as she scrambles to get her detection systems online.
"O—on it!"
@Firebird Zoom