Omake: A Cat's friendship
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
Took quite a bit longer than I wanted, but we're back with more HMS Tiger!
HMS Tiger was an ocean cat, in almost every way. Perhaps it was because she was a battlecruiser, but she felt odd when on land. Not bad, at least. But it was still a strange experienced to leave the coast behind her. Brushing brown hair from her eyes, the young woman continued along the road in front of her. Australian civilians, walking to and from their destinations, sent the battlecruiser appraising looks as she walked. Tiger could hardly blame them...her long legs, short skirted uniform and pale features marked her out as different.
In an age where Abyssals could strike anywhere they wanted, being different was being suspicious.
On the other hand, Tiger could deal with it. Her mission was to protect everyone, and that did not require them liking or trusting her, beyond her superiors. She fought for her nation, and the Dominions...the Commonwealth, rather. And Tiger would do her utmost to perform admirably in that role. Her feelings about the looks she received from suspicious Australians? Well, she could deal with that easily enough. Besides, she had some of this nation's people as friends so the remaining ones did not bother her overly much.
"Tiger!"
And on that note...
"Amy," the battlecruiser smiled ever so slightly. "It is nice to see you."
"It's great to see you mate!" The young teenager grinned back, completely ignoring the looks both girls were getting.
Tiger ignored the looks as well, focusing instead on the girl in front of her. Amy Kirkpatrick was a tiny little thing, only going up to Tiger's chest level. Her black hair was cut short, only reaching to her shoulders. That allowed for intelligent blue eyes to look up at the battlecruiser, over a toothy grin. Freckles dusted her cheeks, doing nothing to distract from that grin. Nor, for that matter, did her clothing. A simple t-shirt and pair of shorts, not unlike Australia's outfit.
I wouldn't be surprised if Australia suggested it.
Amy didn't notice the look, as she tugged on Tiger's arm, "Come on, I want to do something!"
"...do I dare ask what you want to do?"
"Ah, don't be that way..." Amy pouted up at the battlecruiser, her fourteen-year old face entirely too good at that for her own good.
"Sorry."
The battlecruiser couldn't help a fond smile, as Amy huffed and turned away.
"You're so mean sometimes Tiger. I just want to spend time with you."
"I am sorry, Amy." Tiger placed a hand on the young girl's arm. "So, what did you want to do?"
A bright smile crossed the girl's face, whatever melancholy she had felt clearly gone. Instead, Amy grabbed Tiger's hand and started dragging the much larger battlecruiser behind her. Tiger could have stopped that easily enough, considering what she was. But...well, she had a soft spot for the young girl. And so, the taller woman let herself be dragged along. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
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It was that bad.
Tiger tugged at the strap of the two-piece swimwear she was now wearing, a brilliant flush on her face. She believed it was called a 'bikini' for some reason that escaped her. Not that the reason mattered, so much as the embarrassment the battlecruiser felt. It hardly helped that Amy had giggled at her, having apparently picked out the swimwear herself. Something about 'there's no way you have any cute swimsuits, right?'. Tiger had fought the urge to pout at that, despite herself. There was little help from the fact that Amy herself wore a much more modest red one-piece.
Part of Tiger was convinced Amy had stuck her in this for her amusement...
In other news, the two girls were now on a sandy beach. Well, Tiger was. Amy was running through the waves, a happy grin on her youthful face. Despite the flush on her own face, Tiger couldn't help her own smile at that. It was...nice...to see the other girl so carefree. Still though...
"Amy, this is very dangerous!" The battlecruiser called out.
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it bloody well is!" Tiger frowned at the attitude of her young friend. "The Abyssals have no problem with attacking even single humans who go into the ocean. Not to mention sharks are still..."
Amy turned her grin on Tiger, the expression softening to a more fond one, "I don't need to worry about that though. I have you with me Tiger! And I know you'd never let anyone hurt me."
Flush deepening somehow, Tiger frowned, "But I..."
"I know you're old and not as strong as a battleship, but I don't care. You're my friend Tiger, and I trust you. I know you won't let anything hurt me mate, because you're you. You are the best fighter I know. The best friend I've ever had."
Tiger tried to open her mouth and reply, but promptly shut it. Amy returned to doing...whatever she was doing. The battlecruiser? She merely watched her friend run through the water, the happy grin not once leaving her face. It was enough to make Tiger smile herself. A warm feeling ran through her, at the happy grin on her friend's face. The totally carefree way she acted. And the absolute trust she had in Tiger, to keep her safe. Despite the fact that the old British ship wasn't worth a lot in a modern fight.
Amy trusted her, enough to come out and risk herself with only Tiger there?
I...that...she...
The British girl didn't know what to think about that. Other than the warm feeling suffusing her chest, as she watched the younger girl, her only real friend, wade through the water.
"This is what I fight for."
Tiger fought, despite her limitations, to ensure that everyone could be happy and carefree. Especially Amy.
Omake: A Cat's Friendship
It is still strange, to walk around on land in this way.
HMS Tiger was an ocean cat, in almost every way. Perhaps it was because she was a battlecruiser, but she felt odd when on land. Not bad, at least. But it was still a strange experienced to leave the coast behind her. Brushing brown hair from her eyes, the young woman continued along the road in front of her. Australian civilians, walking to and from their destinations, sent the battlecruiser appraising looks as she walked. Tiger could hardly blame them...her long legs, short skirted uniform and pale features marked her out as different.
In an age where Abyssals could strike anywhere they wanted, being different was being suspicious.
On the other hand, Tiger could deal with it. Her mission was to protect everyone, and that did not require them liking or trusting her, beyond her superiors. She fought for her nation, and the Dominions...the Commonwealth, rather. And Tiger would do her utmost to perform admirably in that role. Her feelings about the looks she received from suspicious Australians? Well, she could deal with that easily enough. Besides, she had some of this nation's people as friends so the remaining ones did not bother her overly much.
"Tiger!"
And on that note...
"Amy," the battlecruiser smiled ever so slightly. "It is nice to see you."
"It's great to see you mate!" The young teenager grinned back, completely ignoring the looks both girls were getting.
Tiger ignored the looks as well, focusing instead on the girl in front of her. Amy Kirkpatrick was a tiny little thing, only going up to Tiger's chest level. Her black hair was cut short, only reaching to her shoulders. That allowed for intelligent blue eyes to look up at the battlecruiser, over a toothy grin. Freckles dusted her cheeks, doing nothing to distract from that grin. Nor, for that matter, did her clothing. A simple t-shirt and pair of shorts, not unlike Australia's outfit.
I wouldn't be surprised if Australia suggested it.
Amy didn't notice the look, as she tugged on Tiger's arm, "Come on, I want to do something!"
"...do I dare ask what you want to do?"
"Ah, don't be that way..." Amy pouted up at the battlecruiser, her fourteen-year old face entirely too good at that for her own good.
"Sorry."
The battlecruiser couldn't help a fond smile, as Amy huffed and turned away.
"You're so mean sometimes Tiger. I just want to spend time with you."
"I am sorry, Amy." Tiger placed a hand on the young girl's arm. "So, what did you want to do?"
A bright smile crossed the girl's face, whatever melancholy she had felt clearly gone. Instead, Amy grabbed Tiger's hand and started dragging the much larger battlecruiser behind her. Tiger could have stopped that easily enough, considering what she was. But...well, she had a soft spot for the young girl. And so, the taller woman let herself be dragged along. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
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It was that bad.
Tiger tugged at the strap of the two-piece swimwear she was now wearing, a brilliant flush on her face. She believed it was called a 'bikini' for some reason that escaped her. Not that the reason mattered, so much as the embarrassment the battlecruiser felt. It hardly helped that Amy had giggled at her, having apparently picked out the swimwear herself. Something about 'there's no way you have any cute swimsuits, right?'. Tiger had fought the urge to pout at that, despite herself. There was little help from the fact that Amy herself wore a much more modest red one-piece.
Part of Tiger was convinced Amy had stuck her in this for her amusement...
In other news, the two girls were now on a sandy beach. Well, Tiger was. Amy was running through the waves, a happy grin on her youthful face. Despite the flush on her own face, Tiger couldn't help her own smile at that. It was...nice...to see the other girl so carefree. Still though...
"Amy, this is very dangerous!" The battlecruiser called out.
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it bloody well is!" Tiger frowned at the attitude of her young friend. "The Abyssals have no problem with attacking even single humans who go into the ocean. Not to mention sharks are still..."
Amy turned her grin on Tiger, the expression softening to a more fond one, "I don't need to worry about that though. I have you with me Tiger! And I know you'd never let anyone hurt me."
Flush deepening somehow, Tiger frowned, "But I..."
"I know you're old and not as strong as a battleship, but I don't care. You're my friend Tiger, and I trust you. I know you won't let anything hurt me mate, because you're you. You are the best fighter I know. The best friend I've ever had."
Tiger tried to open her mouth and reply, but promptly shut it. Amy returned to doing...whatever she was doing. The battlecruiser? She merely watched her friend run through the water, the happy grin not once leaving her face. It was enough to make Tiger smile herself. A warm feeling ran through her, at the happy grin on her friend's face. The totally carefree way she acted. And the absolute trust she had in Tiger, to keep her safe. Despite the fact that the old British ship wasn't worth a lot in a modern fight.
Amy trusted her, enough to come out and risk herself with only Tiger there?
I...that...she...
The British girl didn't know what to think about that. Other than the warm feeling suffusing her chest, as she watched the younger girl, her only real friend, wade through the water.
"This is what I fight for."
Tiger fought, despite her limitations, to ensure that everyone could be happy and carefree. Especially Amy.
