Annoyed Catholic - Wo Wo Wo: Strange Shipgirls in a Strange Land-Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am!
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Wo Wo Wo: Strange Shipgirls in a Strange Land-Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am!
Chapter 5: Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am!
"What?" Lt. Commander Dan Murray blinked pretty much-mirroring everyone else's thoughts on the matter here.
"You heard correctly," the prim-looking researcher and head of a local DARPA project that Dan Murray hadn't even known had existed in the Seattle area said, looking slightly smug. "The Secretary of Defense himself has ordered you to stand down on the manhunt for the fugitive Wo-class Abyssal known formerly known as Trinitite--currently christened Elizabeth--and stand by for this upcoming briefing.
"Knowing some of what I know about it I dare say that it will be more than a bit shocking," the researcher continues, a trace of sympathy leaking into her tone.
As a long-time researcher and scientist, she had always had some disdain for the Military and other Government agencies . . .approach to certain things in life. However, in certain cases where she had to play her part in the "cloak and dagger" game with her research programs (and their results!) she could find some semblance of empathy for their plight.
After all, if only she and her team had been allowed to SHARE what they actually knew about Abyssal (both Princesses and Common type) then perhaps this "Absolute Railway" business would not have been quite the circus it had become until this point.
If nothing else, the hunters would have given their query more credit for her intelligence . . .but orders were orders if she wanted to be allowed to keep her funding and all that. Such as life.
"Ah, but here comes that briefing and so I'll step down and let them speak," the woman research finishes. Her image blinks out and was replaced by the now-familiar image of Admiral Matsumoto Keiko, of the JMSDF, Kanmusu Division was displayed along with TWO almost identical-looking shipgirls who Murray knew as the former Abyssal Crane Princess except ONE is in the uniform of a Japanese admiral!
"W-what the hell?" USS Nashville muttered softly, staring at the screen.
Murray found himself echoing the sentiment.
"Sorry for the lateness of this briefing but I fear that it could not be helped," the female admiral began. "But given the odd nature of one of my guests here and what she'll have to say I believe you'll understand why it took some amount of time to get it straightened out. But . . . I'll let Rear Admiral Zuikaku start first, and then we'll go from there."
"Thank you, Admiral Keiko," the Japanese aircraft carrier nods before stepping forward. And my, what an INTERESTING story she tells her audience. Tales of another Earth where the Abyssal War had lasted more than a decade! Where the world reserves of oil and other fossil fuels had been drained by the needs of both Abyssal and Kanmusu shipgirls, leading to widespread depletion and the rise of both actual "hot" and "cold" fusion.
The part about how the massive glut of now provided (green) available energy for use from THAT to combat the carbon dioxide greenhouse gas having been released by all the shipgirls during the war was almost overlooked. The part about how the "recaptured" carbon dioxide had been used in part to create carbohydrate-based food to fight world hunger WAS overlooked by all but a few, considering that a lot of minds had almost blue screened over how much fossil fuel thus far HAD been consumed by both sides during this war. What the overlooked but obvious consequences of it all meant for everyone...
If everything ELSE from this briefing turned out to be some kind of sick joke, the audience as a whole hoped that . . .
"I . . .am hoping that you'll be sharing the technology for fusion power?" Murray manages to ask, his concern for otherwise dark future ahead overshadowing his concerns about the unexpected turn with the wayward Wo-class he'd been chasing ever since the Pacific Lilly.
"We already have shared what I and my fellow ally are currently authorized to share," the offscreen voice of what Murray identifies as Saratoga, but from the sudden appearance of said shipgirl suddenly leaning in from the left to look in askance at the camera gives Dan the feeling . . . that the Saratoga who spoke is NOT the Saratoga on the screen presently.
"Ah 'Sister Sara'," the apparent unseen doppelganger of the gapping shipgirl onscreen chides. "While I am sure you're curious about this and the family matter concerning a certain Wo-class shipgirl, I may suggest you wait until Admiral Zuikaku is finished with her presentation at least before asking questions?"
"Uh . . . sorry Ma'am," the red-headed shipgirl sputters before ducking back out of the picture.
"Admiral Saratoga?" the Japanese shipgirl admiral blinks, smiling happily. "You're alive and well? Hopefully, your fleet is well also?"
"Yes old friend," the 'admiral' Saratoga answers from offscreen. "We all appeared back in Seattle for whatever reason, safe and sound despite some of my . . . shipgirls having suffered grievous injuries from that last battle. I assume that all of your Fleet arrived with you in Japan. I do hope they did so safe and sound?"
"Yes they all arrived, but more than a few of my fleet need either serious time in drydock for repairs or a round of repair bucket time," the Japanese admiral/aircraft carrier sighs, giving her analog at her side a glance before looking back through the screen to Admiral Saratoga (who is still off-screen). "As to exactly WHY we appeared back at this world's version of home ports remains to be determined, but as for everything else . . .?"
"I don't suppose that our submarine friend that tipped us off to what eventually led us to end up here showed up with you?" Admiral Zuikaku asked, giving a concerned look towards the screen. "I already informed the authorities over here on this side of the ocean, and nothing was uncovered. And of course, they are understandably concerned, considering what she happens to be carrying."
"Nothing beyond a rather interesting encounter with the native version of my daughter Trinitite and the analog of our friend I am afraid," the Lexington-class Admiral admitted. "And beyond being of similar character and . . . other issues, she only has a loadout for conventional-attack."
"She's talking about m̤̗͎̮̙̤͑ͫ͂̍͌ͥe̋ͫ?" a young-sounding girl's voice asked from somewhere off-screen. The Abyssal flang made more than a few people's hairs on their neck stand up on end over that. "Yeah, that's me that . . . Waitta minute, what's this shit about me having a 'loadout for conventional attack'? Does that mean that my͚͇ͬͣ ̆͒d͇̼͓̹̲o̜̮̼͙̣̹͈͆̓ͫͧ̏̍̈́p̯̤͈ͨ̈̊p͚̰̉̇lͭ͋̿e͖̙̤ͧ̐ͩ̚ͅg̱͍̳̮͙̔̃ͦ͂̈́̎ͅan͚̬̖g͖̞͔̩̩̤̔̊̐͗̔͑e̤̙̙̱̼̎̏͒ͪͮr ͈̤̭̥͔ͧ͋͐̅͌i͖̹̞̎̌̏ș̻ͬ̓ ͦ̓͂̽pakcing N̺̙͚̞̍ͪ́́Ủ̳̻͍̱͙͓̩̲̳̙͖̓͋̊͛͑̍ͦ͐̉͂K͞E̠̙̗̲̮͐ͮ̎͌̉͜͢͠S̛̞̳̠̞̗̬̮̞̯͝͡?̰̩̮͙͕̲͕̮ͪͩ̿ͩ͒̉͆ͦ͢!̓ͥ̔͑ͧ̃ͪ̿̚"
Of course more than a few concerned questions are asked (or more like shouted) from Murray's gang, which of course needs to be addressed before continuing.
"So . . .let me, get this straight?" Agent Brandon Ferguson managed to finally get out, almost ready to explode in consternation. "First, the reason why ordinary human Navies can now hit Abyssals now is due to what happened over in Vietnam awhile ago? Because of a rogue Abyssal Submarine Hime and her Fleet were at the heart of it? Who are guests here in the USA because they're our friends and allowed because of a letter of marque? And let us not forget that this Princess is an Ohio-class submarine whose tomahawk missiles are conventional warheads, but this mirror version of the USS Georgia has nuclear-tipped tomahawks AND nuclear-tipped torpedoes?! AND WE don't even have a FUCKING CLUE where she IS!?"
The Agent's face had an alarming shade of red, and many who saw him were worried that he was going to have a stroke here any moment.
"Yes Agent," Admiral Saratoga said, an eye roll evident to all despite her STILL not being on screen. "That is the exact thing we are saying. And before you ask, she is NOT going to just launch her missiles at any human targets."
"And how do you KNOW that?" Ferguson shouted.
"Because she and her Boomer sisters let us know where the Abyss's base was where It was trying to brainwash those who had NOT escaped their jail cell into launching their nukes at MY world's cities," the shipgirl said in a calm, but condescending tone of voice reserved usually for a mother talking to a slow, dim child. "If she was inclined to launch missiles because of being -- oh my goodness it's a MEAN and evil for the lolz Abyssal Princess--then MY world would have burned in the FIRE and I assure you we would NOT be having this MEETING!!"
"That'll be enough Agent Ferguson," another voice, a tired-sounding one that causes Ferguson's red face to go chalk white. "She has a valid point so stop making an even more of a fool of yourself and stand down."
As it turned out, that had been the Director (a man much higher on the totem pole than the Agent) who had been speaking (and hadn't been too impressed with the agent). As it turned out, the Director had known about the "native" USS Georgia and her Abyssal Fleet/ Family who had been kind enough to come to Seattle for a while for DARPA to run tests on them. The only reason why Ferguson hadn't been told? HE had no need to know, that was why. It wasn't concerning his hunt for Trinitite/Elizabeth, so why tell the peon about it?
Well, there could've been a good reason, but that would have been due to some kind of extreme case . . . Like the Abyssal Princess suddenly running amock or some such . . . But still . . . It had looked rather badly done how he'd acted there and at other points, and the Director was getting tired of Ferguson's shit. Had been making the hunt for Trinitite even harder than it should have been until now, really.
...
The agent slowly sits down and stays silent for the remainder of the briefing which basically boiled down to this: if the "other" Georgia is found, then POLITELY approach her and ask her to come with them into custody. Force was not only not going to work, but if anyone who was foolish enough to threaten the submarine girl enough . . .with nuclear missiles?!
No, politeness was called for here. That and some discretion! No need to cause needless panic amongst the civilians!
Of course, other places than Seattle will be checked (but Murray and the gang there are tasked to check around the city since they're already set up for hunting).
Oh, and of course a task force will be sent down to the Bikini Atoll on the off chance that the other USS Georgia should show up there since . . . well, since that was the last place Saratoga's fleet had been that was one place to look.
As it stands, there is a glowing RIFT there present, as well as some people and shipgirls who'd gone through to look for missing Fleets and such, but no Georgia. AND my aren't her Ohio sisters and her Russian Boomer friends wanting to find their comrade in adversity . . .
However . . .
At Pearl Harbor, at the Arizona Memorial . . .
A Battleship shipgirl sighs, looking at the grave of her own steel hull and wonders . . . if that push that had been done by the Abyssals hadn't collapsed due to Navy Forces being actually able to help the stationed shipgirls . . . would she had come back as she had? Or as some kind of Abyssal Princess?
USS Arizona had to wonder, really. Oh, after she had found herself Summoned it wasn't like she'd not been a bit . . .bitter over how she'd Sunk as a steel hull due to various forms of incompetence on the Navy's part, but . . . Then again, it wasn't something to hold against ALL of humanity (or the USA) for the failure of some idiots in Command back then.
"Heh . . .me as some kind of Abyssal Princess?" Arizona muttered, not seeing it unless the Abyssal invasion had gotten to the Summoning Pool and did something that made her come back . . .wrong? Was that even possible?
Still smiling slightly, she turned away only to pause as she saw a small pale girl slowly rise from a spot in her wreckage on . . .some kind of Abyssal rigging of a submarine?! And a rather modern-looking submarine of some kind, Postwar? Really banged up, though...
"Ouchie!" USS Georgia muttered, looking up at the sky and squinting blue glowing eyes. "Where the Hell am I?"
Of course, the human tourist see her. See the Abyssal Rigging and features.
Cue a lot of screaming....
Chapter 5: Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am!
"What?" Lt. Commander Dan Murray blinked pretty much-mirroring everyone else's thoughts on the matter here.
"You heard correctly," the prim-looking researcher and head of a local DARPA project that Dan Murray hadn't even known had existed in the Seattle area said, looking slightly smug. "The Secretary of Defense himself has ordered you to stand down on the manhunt for the fugitive Wo-class Abyssal known formerly known as Trinitite--currently christened Elizabeth--and stand by for this upcoming briefing.
"Knowing some of what I know about it I dare say that it will be more than a bit shocking," the researcher continues, a trace of sympathy leaking into her tone.
As a long-time researcher and scientist, she had always had some disdain for the Military and other Government agencies . . .approach to certain things in life. However, in certain cases where she had to play her part in the "cloak and dagger" game with her research programs (and their results!) she could find some semblance of empathy for their plight.
After all, if only she and her team had been allowed to SHARE what they actually knew about Abyssal (both Princesses and Common type) then perhaps this "Absolute Railway" business would not have been quite the circus it had become until this point.
If nothing else, the hunters would have given their query more credit for her intelligence . . .but orders were orders if she wanted to be allowed to keep her funding and all that. Such as life.
"Ah, but here comes that briefing and so I'll step down and let them speak," the woman research finishes. Her image blinks out and was replaced by the now-familiar image of Admiral Matsumoto Keiko, of the JMSDF, Kanmusu Division was displayed along with TWO almost identical-looking shipgirls who Murray knew as the former Abyssal Crane Princess except ONE is in the uniform of a Japanese admiral!
"W-what the hell?" USS Nashville muttered softly, staring at the screen.
Murray found himself echoing the sentiment.
"Sorry for the lateness of this briefing but I fear that it could not be helped," the female admiral began. "But given the odd nature of one of my guests here and what she'll have to say I believe you'll understand why it took some amount of time to get it straightened out. But . . . I'll let Rear Admiral Zuikaku start first, and then we'll go from there."
"Thank you, Admiral Keiko," the Japanese aircraft carrier nods before stepping forward. And my, what an INTERESTING story she tells her audience. Tales of another Earth where the Abyssal War had lasted more than a decade! Where the world reserves of oil and other fossil fuels had been drained by the needs of both Abyssal and Kanmusu shipgirls, leading to widespread depletion and the rise of both actual "hot" and "cold" fusion.
The part about how the massive glut of now provided (green) available energy for use from THAT to combat the carbon dioxide greenhouse gas having been released by all the shipgirls during the war was almost overlooked. The part about how the "recaptured" carbon dioxide had been used in part to create carbohydrate-based food to fight world hunger WAS overlooked by all but a few, considering that a lot of minds had almost blue screened over how much fossil fuel thus far HAD been consumed by both sides during this war. What the overlooked but obvious consequences of it all meant for everyone...
If everything ELSE from this briefing turned out to be some kind of sick joke, the audience as a whole hoped that . . .
"I . . .am hoping that you'll be sharing the technology for fusion power?" Murray manages to ask, his concern for otherwise dark future ahead overshadowing his concerns about the unexpected turn with the wayward Wo-class he'd been chasing ever since the Pacific Lilly.
"We already have shared what I and my fellow ally are currently authorized to share," the offscreen voice of what Murray identifies as Saratoga, but from the sudden appearance of said shipgirl suddenly leaning in from the left to look in askance at the camera gives Dan the feeling . . . that the Saratoga who spoke is NOT the Saratoga on the screen presently.
"Ah 'Sister Sara'," the apparent unseen doppelganger of the gapping shipgirl onscreen chides. "While I am sure you're curious about this and the family matter concerning a certain Wo-class shipgirl, I may suggest you wait until Admiral Zuikaku is finished with her presentation at least before asking questions?"
"Uh . . . sorry Ma'am," the red-headed shipgirl sputters before ducking back out of the picture.
"Admiral Saratoga?" the Japanese shipgirl admiral blinks, smiling happily. "You're alive and well? Hopefully, your fleet is well also?"
"Yes old friend," the 'admiral' Saratoga answers from offscreen. "We all appeared back in Seattle for whatever reason, safe and sound despite some of my . . . shipgirls having suffered grievous injuries from that last battle. I assume that all of your Fleet arrived with you in Japan. I do hope they did so safe and sound?"
"Yes they all arrived, but more than a few of my fleet need either serious time in drydock for repairs or a round of repair bucket time," the Japanese admiral/aircraft carrier sighs, giving her analog at her side a glance before looking back through the screen to Admiral Saratoga (who is still off-screen). "As to exactly WHY we appeared back at this world's version of home ports remains to be determined, but as for everything else . . .?"
"I don't suppose that our submarine friend that tipped us off to what eventually led us to end up here showed up with you?" Admiral Zuikaku asked, giving a concerned look towards the screen. "I already informed the authorities over here on this side of the ocean, and nothing was uncovered. And of course, they are understandably concerned, considering what she happens to be carrying."
"Nothing beyond a rather interesting encounter with the native version of my daughter Trinitite and the analog of our friend I am afraid," the Lexington-class Admiral admitted. "And beyond being of similar character and . . . other issues, she only has a loadout for conventional-attack."
"She's talking about m̤̗͎̮̙̤͑ͫ͂̍͌ͥe̋ͫ?" a young-sounding girl's voice asked from somewhere off-screen. The Abyssal flang made more than a few people's hairs on their neck stand up on end over that. "Yeah, that's me that . . . Waitta minute, what's this shit about me having a 'loadout for conventional attack'? Does that mean that my͚͇ͬͣ ̆͒d͇̼͓̹̲o̜̮̼͙̣̹͈͆̓ͫͧ̏̍̈́p̯̤͈ͨ̈̊p͚̰̉̇lͭ͋̿e͖̙̤ͧ̐ͩ̚ͅg̱͍̳̮͙̔̃ͦ͂̈́̎ͅan͚̬̖g͖̞͔̩̩̤̔̊̐͗̔͑e̤̙̙̱̼̎̏͒ͪͮr ͈̤̭̥͔ͧ͋͐̅͌i͖̹̞̎̌̏ș̻ͬ̓ ͦ̓͂̽pakcing N̺̙͚̞̍ͪ́́Ủ̳̻͍̱͙͓̩̲̳̙͖̓͋̊͛͑̍ͦ͐̉͂K͞E̠̙̗̲̮͐ͮ̎͌̉͜͢͠S̛̞̳̠̞̗̬̮̞̯͝͡?̰̩̮͙͕̲͕̮ͪͩ̿ͩ͒̉͆ͦ͢!̓ͥ̔͑ͧ̃ͪ̿̚"
Of course more than a few concerned questions are asked (or more like shouted) from Murray's gang, which of course needs to be addressed before continuing.
"So . . .let me, get this straight?" Agent Brandon Ferguson managed to finally get out, almost ready to explode in consternation. "First, the reason why ordinary human Navies can now hit Abyssals now is due to what happened over in Vietnam awhile ago? Because of a rogue Abyssal Submarine Hime and her Fleet were at the heart of it? Who are guests here in the USA because they're our friends and allowed because of a letter of marque? And let us not forget that this Princess is an Ohio-class submarine whose tomahawk missiles are conventional warheads, but this mirror version of the USS Georgia has nuclear-tipped tomahawks AND nuclear-tipped torpedoes?! AND WE don't even have a FUCKING CLUE where she IS!?"
The Agent's face had an alarming shade of red, and many who saw him were worried that he was going to have a stroke here any moment.
"Yes Agent," Admiral Saratoga said, an eye roll evident to all despite her STILL not being on screen. "That is the exact thing we are saying. And before you ask, she is NOT going to just launch her missiles at any human targets."
"And how do you KNOW that?" Ferguson shouted.
"Because she and her Boomer sisters let us know where the Abyss's base was where It was trying to brainwash those who had NOT escaped their jail cell into launching their nukes at MY world's cities," the shipgirl said in a calm, but condescending tone of voice reserved usually for a mother talking to a slow, dim child. "If she was inclined to launch missiles because of being -- oh my goodness it's a MEAN and evil for the lolz Abyssal Princess--then MY world would have burned in the FIRE and I assure you we would NOT be having this MEETING!!"
"That'll be enough Agent Ferguson," another voice, a tired-sounding one that causes Ferguson's red face to go chalk white. "She has a valid point so stop making an even more of a fool of yourself and stand down."
As it turned out, that had been the Director (a man much higher on the totem pole than the Agent) who had been speaking (and hadn't been too impressed with the agent). As it turned out, the Director had known about the "native" USS Georgia and her Abyssal Fleet/ Family who had been kind enough to come to Seattle for a while for DARPA to run tests on them. The only reason why Ferguson hadn't been told? HE had no need to know, that was why. It wasn't concerning his hunt for Trinitite/Elizabeth, so why tell the peon about it?
Well, there could've been a good reason, but that would have been due to some kind of extreme case . . . Like the Abyssal Princess suddenly running amock or some such . . . But still . . . It had looked rather badly done how he'd acted there and at other points, and the Director was getting tired of Ferguson's shit. Had been making the hunt for Trinitite even harder than it should have been until now, really.
...
The agent slowly sits down and stays silent for the remainder of the briefing which basically boiled down to this: if the "other" Georgia is found, then POLITELY approach her and ask her to come with them into custody. Force was not only not going to work, but if anyone who was foolish enough to threaten the submarine girl enough . . .with nuclear missiles?!
No, politeness was called for here. That and some discretion! No need to cause needless panic amongst the civilians!
Of course, other places than Seattle will be checked (but Murray and the gang there are tasked to check around the city since they're already set up for hunting).
Oh, and of course a task force will be sent down to the Bikini Atoll on the off chance that the other USS Georgia should show up there since . . . well, since that was the last place Saratoga's fleet had been that was one place to look.
As it stands, there is a glowing RIFT there present, as well as some people and shipgirls who'd gone through to look for missing Fleets and such, but no Georgia. AND my aren't her Ohio sisters and her Russian Boomer friends wanting to find their comrade in adversity . . .
However . . .
At Pearl Harbor, at the Arizona Memorial . . .
A Battleship shipgirl sighs, looking at the grave of her own steel hull and wonders . . . if that push that had been done by the Abyssals hadn't collapsed due to Navy Forces being actually able to help the stationed shipgirls . . . would she had come back as she had? Or as some kind of Abyssal Princess?
USS Arizona had to wonder, really. Oh, after she had found herself Summoned it wasn't like she'd not been a bit . . .bitter over how she'd Sunk as a steel hull due to various forms of incompetence on the Navy's part, but . . . Then again, it wasn't something to hold against ALL of humanity (or the USA) for the failure of some idiots in Command back then.
"Heh . . .me as some kind of Abyssal Princess?" Arizona muttered, not seeing it unless the Abyssal invasion had gotten to the Summoning Pool and did something that made her come back . . .wrong? Was that even possible?
Still smiling slightly, she turned away only to pause as she saw a small pale girl slowly rise from a spot in her wreckage on . . .some kind of Abyssal rigging of a submarine?! And a rather modern-looking submarine of some kind, Postwar? Really banged up, though...
"Ouchie!" USS Georgia muttered, looking up at the sky and squinting blue glowing eyes. "Where the Hell am I?"
Of course, the human tourist see her. See the Abyssal Rigging and features.
Cue a lot of screaming....
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