- Location
- Vancouver, Washington
Actually I imagine the Mark 14s being painted like a roulette wheel. Complete with that special slot that comes up 'Boomerang!' on you.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
So using them is dicey?
Steelhooves
Star Paladin
- Location
- Maripony-Damn it.
Not now Yang!
I found this on on NavSource.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
"My everything's bigger and better, Frenchie!"
Selonianth
Writer of Words
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
*Rolls*
*All torpedoes are duds or just wander off-course*
"Fuck it, I want that ship."
"Shall we surface the boat and sink her with our deck gun, sir?"
"Yes, but not with our deck gun. Prepare for RAMMING SPEED!"
NHO
Dumb is a state of existence
- Location
- ᓚᘏᗢ
Old good Captain Nemo school of submarine warfare.
- Location
- In the depts of despair.
And since the trend for shipbuilding has been to minimize weight and armor on military surface vessels while increasing the max dept of submarines and therefore the strenght of its hulls ramming is becoming more possible for a sub to survive than for a destroyer, or even a capital ship.
Feckit, I know I'm dreging up an ooooold post with this, but I hadn't seen anyone answer it.
That looks like an Admiral Hipper hull, but all the Turrets seem to be from the Deutschland-class, given that the Hipper only had Twin-mounts.
It's allso not quite as pointy as the Hipper class "seems" to be in the ONI reference. (but that could be a simple consequence of the angle its at)
And some of the Secondaries/Anti-Air Castles aren't in Isolated bulges like on the ONI reference, but they are in the right places.
While I can't find a reference to it, I vaguely recall that plans had been drawn up to up-gun the Admiral Hipper class, like nearly everything else the Germans made plans for.
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While I'm here, what game is that in the sub video?
theJMPer said:
That looks like an Admiral Hipper hull, but all the Turrets seem to be from the Deutschland-class, given that the Hipper only had Twin-mounts.
It's allso not quite as pointy as the Hipper class "seems" to be in the ONI reference. (but that could be a simple consequence of the angle its at)
And some of the Secondaries/Anti-Air Castles aren't in Isolated bulges like on the ONI reference, but they are in the right places.
While I can't find a reference to it, I vaguely recall that plans had been drawn up to up-gun the Admiral Hipper class, like nearly everything else the Germans made plans for.
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While I'm here, what game is that in the sub video?
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Silent Hunter 4: Wolves of the Pacific. It's a very well-regarded game, though it really shines when you use some of the high-end mods for it.
Not sure if the version in the video was modded, though. I could totally see someone making a quick little mod that vastly increases the hull strength of the sub, or just grants invulnerability, in order to do ramming attacks.
Omake: A Certain Lady
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Have more Sasebo shenanigans.
* * * * *
Admiral Richardson growled as he scrapped yet another failed attempt at his report for Fleet. He'd been at it since the early morning after having dropped Jane off at school and finally wrangling together everyone's reports on the matter. Arizona's had been the hardest to obtain given how she was confined to the docks at the moment and almost always asleep.
He could have easily just summarized what he'd been told in the debriefings, but he'd found that sometimes little details got left out one one report or the other. And he loathed acting on half-assed information. It hadn't stopped him in the past, but he still avoided it like the plague. Even if it was a nothing happened sort of status update.
"Goddammit..."
Further adding to his frustration was the ever approaching hour for what was probably going to be the second least enjoyable video conference he'd have in his life. A ding from his computer told him that the hour was less approaching and more barreling towards him without any breaks. With an irritated sigh, he minimized the word processor and set about making himself suitably presentable.
A mere handful of minutes later, the computer dinged again with a prompt to start the meeting.
"Richardson." The weathered face of Vice Admiral Williams, the current Commander of the Pacific Fleet, filled Richardson's screen.
"Admiral Williams." The salute Richardson snapped off would have made even Mutsu blink at how eerily crisp it was. "Congratulations on the Princess."
"Appreciated." Williams nodded before gesturing for Richardson to drop the salute. "If this were a social call, I'd ask how Jane was. But right now I don't think this is anything close." He leaned forward and placed steepled hands on the desk in front of him.
"No sir. I have two pieces of information I wanted in your ears ASAP." One would be far more appreciable than the other. And it didn't help that he couldn't give in to his more choleric tendencies. If he didn't wind up on a chopping block, he's probably dive for a drink or one of those historical novels of highly questionable quality and accuracy. Williams was a good man, and an even better commanding officer. But Richardson knew there were limits.
"Knowing you, one's good and one's bad. Always has been." Williams allowed a small grin as he remembered the younger man's tendency to give people a choice as to what to hear first. And all the times it almost ended up in violence. "Good news first. I'm not in the mood for a roller-coaster tonight."
"Yes, sir." Richardson cleared his throat and continued. "I am happy to report that in an engagement with enemy hostiles on December 7th located at Kyodomari, we not only confirmed the sinking of all four enemy vessels but the addition of a new ship to our ranks."
Technically it was a lot of small pieces of information, but Richardson had boiled it down to two rather large ones.
Williams remained deathly silent as he digested that particular reveal. Part of him was less than pleased over the fact that there had been an engagement involving shore bombardment on a civilian installation. Even further the fact it showed just how thinly stretched the shipgirl forces were. They had destroyed the enemy, sure. But that enemy had still reached the coast.
Another part was parsing out the fact there had been an engagement involving Richardson's fleet. A fleet the Rear Admiral rotated out at a tremendous pace, keeping only a very select few on permanent assignment. It was no secret that battleships Mutsu and Hiei along with light cruiser Jintsuu remained fixed members at Sasebo. And with Mutsu and all available forces attacking the Princess...
"Richardson, tell me exactly who participated in that battle. No good news, bad news games. Just names." He already knew who. But he needed to hear Richardson say it himself.
"Hiei, Arizona, and Albacore. Sir." Richardson held a stony face as Williams' visage seemed to go through dozens of emotion in a fraction of a second.
"Their statuses?"
"Hiei sustained minor superficial damage and returned home with three confirmed kills. Albacore sustained no damage and returned home with one confirmed kill." He set his jaw and finished. He'd danced with the letter of the order and all the loopholes it had while tossing the spirit out on its ass. "Arizona sustained critical damage and returned home with no kills. Damages include a penetration to her citadel and incapacitation of her number one turret."
"Unless all of this magical bullshit has started to affect my memory along with my sanity, you were under orders to keep Arizona away from combat." Truthfully, no one was sane anymore. Williams simply liked to believe that everyone thought they were still sane. "Or did you find a very convenient loophole? Again?"
"Loophole sir. I intended to exploit it the moment I found it. We have no idea where the Abyssals strike from. Much less what their day planner looks like or where they intend to take a stroll." Loopholes. Favors. Every bit of an edge he could get, he would take.
"And by your logic, combined with the fact one mission pulled enough forces away from Japan to allow a port to be shelled, means there is no other option but to deploy her." Williams picked up a pen and tapped it to his desk, clicking it a few times before writing a note on a well worn notepad. "We also can't forget the fact that with a stretch in logic you can say every event is to expect combat."
"Correct, sir. Arizona is old. Old and at a huge disadvantage when you put her up against any other ship in any fleet. But she's still a battleship. Slow as all hell, but she's brought us twelve more rifles and the thickest armor on the sea barring a Yamato-Class." Richardson crossed his arms and scowled, breaking any sense of professionalism he might have had before. "She might be one of the most significant battleships in American history, but she's a warship and we're at war. We need all the help we can get."
There was a low grumble as Williams chuckled before it turned into a full laugh, leaving a now red-faced Richardson to wonder just what was going through the old man's head.
"That's not far from the reasoning Admiral Goto used to get Musashi out there." Williams smirked in a knowing way. "You need to work on your conniving, John. Goto's pulled more insane stunts and hardly anyone batted an eye when he did."
"That fox could swindle every god in every pantheon on the planet and they wouldn't even have a clue. Kind of a high bar there, sir." Richardson considered himself to be pretty good at wheeling and dealing. But he wasn't much compared to Williams. And nobody compared to Goto. Nobody.
"If you have to aim high, aim for the highest thing you can. Then aim higher." Williams shrugged before returning to the heart of the matter. "When word gets out, you're going to be in deep. I'm going to be filing a reprimand for disobeying orders. It should keep the dogs at bay for now. But that's not touching on what the more... spirited members of the public will demand."
"I figured as much. Fuck. I'll add it to the wall, sir."
"You do that." Williams scratched a few more notes down. "How'd she do?"
"Arizona? According to Hiei, she fought with an amazing spirit. Burning like the sun. But she didn't have a clue how to conduct herself. First time in live combat and all." Richardson knew he'd need to address that as of yesterday. Arizona had been around for hardly any time at all before being thrust into battle. And unlike New Jersey, she had no experience to draw on that didn't involve training.
"It's easy for someone to choke on their first time."
"...You have no idea how glad I am Mutsu is across an ocean right now."
"Tasteless jokes aside, It's good to hear she did as well as she did. You'll get her conduct straightened out and figure out what to do with her." Williams snorted. "If anyone can figure out what to do with such a mish-mash fleet, it'll be you. Effectiveness notwithstanding."
"It's why they pay me the big bucks instead of walking me to the gallows, sir." Of course, Congress might want him on the gallows for what happened to Arizona. But he'd deal with that when he didn't have Abyssals breathing down his neck.
"Now for that other name you mentioned. Unless I'm mistaken, we have a submarine running around." Williams didn't care the class, only that they had another ship answer the call. American industrial might didn't transfer over well to magical bullshit, unfortunately. So every returnee counted. "Where is she?"
"Albacore, yes that Albacore, is currently holed up in my kitchen."
"...In your kitchen?"
"She might have had a less than ideal welcome to the world and wound up making a lot of wrong, but reasonable, assumptions. In the name of survival, she broke into my home under Jintsuu's nose and then ran out on Jane after being offered a cake." He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the proof with his own two eyes. "After that, she made a beeline to Kyodomari and saved Arizona's ass from being put on the bottom again."
"Would it be too much to ask for one, just one, of our girls to be normal?" They weren't Poi, but damn if they weren't close at times.
"Probably, sir. Right now she's intent on making up for it by making a cake for everyone." Richardson tapped a finger on his desk as he recalled a few things. "Just so you're aware, she likes being called 'Albie' and is probably going to write every damn report with a pink gel pen."
"Do I really want to know why?"
"Because the other pen had glitter in it. And I'm sorry sir, but fuck glitter." He picked up a thermos of coffee he'd set aside and poured it into a mug. There was also the extra detail about dotting every i with a little heart, but Williams probably didn't need that much detail. The pink ink was enough for now. "The shit gets everywhere and the last place I need it is on an official military document."
"I'll grant you that. Anything else to report? It's getting late and I've had more than my fill of sparkly magical shipgirl bullshit for the day. Even Yeoman Gale can only keep so much of it at bay." Dee was adorable, yes. But the poor girl gave him the worst headaches.
"Nothing else, sir. Rest easy." He lifted the mug in an informal saluting gesture when a tiny hand rose from the black, murky depths to deliver a thumbs up. "Albie's torpedo officer conveys the same."
"I think I'll have a nice, strong nightcap. Something that'll strip the armor off a standard..."
Williams' closed the call out without another word and Richardson turned to the fairy who was apparently lounging in his cup of coffee.
"That could have gone better. A lot fucking better."
The fairy shrugged.
* * * * *
"Yeoman, do you have any brown sugar?" Albacore called out to Jintsuu while digging around one of the cupboards in the kitchen.
"Not much, I'm afraid. Let me see..." Jintsuu began rifling through a cabinet containing all sorts of dry ingredients, meticulously sorted by type, size, and ease of access. After a few moments she located the desired sugar and pulled it free. "Hmm, how much do you need?"
"A cup should do it. Aha!" Albacore pulled free the saucepans she had sought with a triumphant grin. Unfortunately, the pots and pans weren't so neatly sorted as the dry ingredients. Her rummaging had only made things worse. Well, she could work on fixing that during cleanup.
"In that case we have plenty." Jintsuu set aside the brown sugar with a nod and shut the cabinet door. With a calculating glance, she eyed the submarine as she continued to gather the various accouterments that would be needed for the supposed cake. "You may call me Jintsuu if you like. There's no need to stand on rank here."
Albacore slowed in her motions as she rolled that statement around in her head.
"Then, you're... not angry?" There was a hesitation in her tone. One perfectly reasonable in her mind given the situation.
"Of course not. Why would I be angry?" Jintsuu had been rather... displeased upon finding out what had happened, certainly. But all she could do was ensure three simple things after the fact. The first was make sure Jane was alright. That was the biggest priority. The second was to secure the home. The third was to make absolutely certain it Never Happened Again.
"Because I-" The submarine was cut off before she could continue.
"I am well aware of what you did. There's no need to revisit it. I understand." Jintsuu's soft voice carried an air of reassurance and calm. "I am more angry at myself for allowing it to happen in the first place. You're trying to make up for it, so it's hard to be angry at you."
"Um, thank you. Ye-Jintsuu." Albacore scratched her head. It didn't feel right addressing the light cruiser so informally. Even though she had been given an officer's rank and Jintsuu, by her own admission, held a rank equivalent to a petty officer 3rd class, there was an air about her that made the informality just feel off. "I just don't really get it."
She nearly jumped when Jintsuu closed the distance between them to place a hand on her shoulder. The movement had been so smooth and casual that she had barely noticed it at all, despite looking straight at the woman.
"Don't worry too much about it. There are things an officer can do far easier than an enlisted. And just the opposite. It's how I choose to serve." There weren't many advantages, but they were advantages nonetheless. To the uninformed or the distracted, Yeoman 3rd Class Jintsuu drew far less attention than Lieutenant Jintsuu. Even ignoring who she was a Yeoman to.
"R-Right..."
"Now how about that cake?"
"Oh! Yeah!" Albacore filed away that slightly ominous bit of information as she broke out in a smile. "I want to make sure this is ready to go before Jane gets home."
"You could always take her a slice, you know." Jintsuu giggled as she went back to retrieving some of the more common ingredients needed for baking. She noted they'd need more brown sugar after this. And a few other odds and ends. "It looks like we'll need to go to the grocer's anyways. We're pretty low on more than I realized. So if we finish up soon..."
"Hm! Lets do that. I want to apologize to her sooner than later." Albacore coughed before continuing in a slightly awkward sounding manner. "And thanks for helping me out. This is for you too, but... I don't really know my way around here." Not that she couldn't figure it out on her own, it would just take longer. And probably not really endear herself to those she hadn't done right by.
"It's no problem at all." Jintsuu didn't consider herself to have much skill in the kitchen, but she did enjoy it. Jane and Hiei were the true rulers of the kitchen. At least when the latter was succeeding in her attempts. "Now, what's next?"
Two hours later, Jane Richardson would have her second introduction to USS Albacore.
Rather than as an intruder to her home in the dead of night, this time it was as an apologetic cake-delivery girl at her school. Escorted by the light cruiser Jintsuu and wearing her father's pants, it caused quite a stir to say the very least.
* * * * *
* * * * *
Admiral Richardson growled as he scrapped yet another failed attempt at his report for Fleet. He'd been at it since the early morning after having dropped Jane off at school and finally wrangling together everyone's reports on the matter. Arizona's had been the hardest to obtain given how she was confined to the docks at the moment and almost always asleep.
He could have easily just summarized what he'd been told in the debriefings, but he'd found that sometimes little details got left out one one report or the other. And he loathed acting on half-assed information. It hadn't stopped him in the past, but he still avoided it like the plague. Even if it was a nothing happened sort of status update.
"Goddammit..."
Further adding to his frustration was the ever approaching hour for what was probably going to be the second least enjoyable video conference he'd have in his life. A ding from his computer told him that the hour was less approaching and more barreling towards him without any breaks. With an irritated sigh, he minimized the word processor and set about making himself suitably presentable.
A mere handful of minutes later, the computer dinged again with a prompt to start the meeting.
"Richardson." The weathered face of Vice Admiral Williams, the current Commander of the Pacific Fleet, filled Richardson's screen.
"Admiral Williams." The salute Richardson snapped off would have made even Mutsu blink at how eerily crisp it was. "Congratulations on the Princess."
"Appreciated." Williams nodded before gesturing for Richardson to drop the salute. "If this were a social call, I'd ask how Jane was. But right now I don't think this is anything close." He leaned forward and placed steepled hands on the desk in front of him.
"No sir. I have two pieces of information I wanted in your ears ASAP." One would be far more appreciable than the other. And it didn't help that he couldn't give in to his more choleric tendencies. If he didn't wind up on a chopping block, he's probably dive for a drink or one of those historical novels of highly questionable quality and accuracy. Williams was a good man, and an even better commanding officer. But Richardson knew there were limits.
"Knowing you, one's good and one's bad. Always has been." Williams allowed a small grin as he remembered the younger man's tendency to give people a choice as to what to hear first. And all the times it almost ended up in violence. "Good news first. I'm not in the mood for a roller-coaster tonight."
"Yes, sir." Richardson cleared his throat and continued. "I am happy to report that in an engagement with enemy hostiles on December 7th located at Kyodomari, we not only confirmed the sinking of all four enemy vessels but the addition of a new ship to our ranks."
Technically it was a lot of small pieces of information, but Richardson had boiled it down to two rather large ones.
Williams remained deathly silent as he digested that particular reveal. Part of him was less than pleased over the fact that there had been an engagement involving shore bombardment on a civilian installation. Even further the fact it showed just how thinly stretched the shipgirl forces were. They had destroyed the enemy, sure. But that enemy had still reached the coast.
Another part was parsing out the fact there had been an engagement involving Richardson's fleet. A fleet the Rear Admiral rotated out at a tremendous pace, keeping only a very select few on permanent assignment. It was no secret that battleships Mutsu and Hiei along with light cruiser Jintsuu remained fixed members at Sasebo. And with Mutsu and all available forces attacking the Princess...
"Richardson, tell me exactly who participated in that battle. No good news, bad news games. Just names." He already knew who. But he needed to hear Richardson say it himself.
"Hiei, Arizona, and Albacore. Sir." Richardson held a stony face as Williams' visage seemed to go through dozens of emotion in a fraction of a second.
"Their statuses?"
"Hiei sustained minor superficial damage and returned home with three confirmed kills. Albacore sustained no damage and returned home with one confirmed kill." He set his jaw and finished. He'd danced with the letter of the order and all the loopholes it had while tossing the spirit out on its ass. "Arizona sustained critical damage and returned home with no kills. Damages include a penetration to her citadel and incapacitation of her number one turret."
"Unless all of this magical bullshit has started to affect my memory along with my sanity, you were under orders to keep Arizona away from combat." Truthfully, no one was sane anymore. Williams simply liked to believe that everyone thought they were still sane. "Or did you find a very convenient loophole? Again?"
"Loophole sir. I intended to exploit it the moment I found it. We have no idea where the Abyssals strike from. Much less what their day planner looks like or where they intend to take a stroll." Loopholes. Favors. Every bit of an edge he could get, he would take.
"And by your logic, combined with the fact one mission pulled enough forces away from Japan to allow a port to be shelled, means there is no other option but to deploy her." Williams picked up a pen and tapped it to his desk, clicking it a few times before writing a note on a well worn notepad. "We also can't forget the fact that with a stretch in logic you can say every event is to expect combat."
"Correct, sir. Arizona is old. Old and at a huge disadvantage when you put her up against any other ship in any fleet. But she's still a battleship. Slow as all hell, but she's brought us twelve more rifles and the thickest armor on the sea barring a Yamato-Class." Richardson crossed his arms and scowled, breaking any sense of professionalism he might have had before. "She might be one of the most significant battleships in American history, but she's a warship and we're at war. We need all the help we can get."
There was a low grumble as Williams chuckled before it turned into a full laugh, leaving a now red-faced Richardson to wonder just what was going through the old man's head.
"That's not far from the reasoning Admiral Goto used to get Musashi out there." Williams smirked in a knowing way. "You need to work on your conniving, John. Goto's pulled more insane stunts and hardly anyone batted an eye when he did."
"That fox could swindle every god in every pantheon on the planet and they wouldn't even have a clue. Kind of a high bar there, sir." Richardson considered himself to be pretty good at wheeling and dealing. But he wasn't much compared to Williams. And nobody compared to Goto. Nobody.
"If you have to aim high, aim for the highest thing you can. Then aim higher." Williams shrugged before returning to the heart of the matter. "When word gets out, you're going to be in deep. I'm going to be filing a reprimand for disobeying orders. It should keep the dogs at bay for now. But that's not touching on what the more... spirited members of the public will demand."
"I figured as much. Fuck. I'll add it to the wall, sir."
"You do that." Williams scratched a few more notes down. "How'd she do?"
"Arizona? According to Hiei, she fought with an amazing spirit. Burning like the sun. But she didn't have a clue how to conduct herself. First time in live combat and all." Richardson knew he'd need to address that as of yesterday. Arizona had been around for hardly any time at all before being thrust into battle. And unlike New Jersey, she had no experience to draw on that didn't involve training.
"It's easy for someone to choke on their first time."
"...You have no idea how glad I am Mutsu is across an ocean right now."
"Tasteless jokes aside, It's good to hear she did as well as she did. You'll get her conduct straightened out and figure out what to do with her." Williams snorted. "If anyone can figure out what to do with such a mish-mash fleet, it'll be you. Effectiveness notwithstanding."
"It's why they pay me the big bucks instead of walking me to the gallows, sir." Of course, Congress might want him on the gallows for what happened to Arizona. But he'd deal with that when he didn't have Abyssals breathing down his neck.
"Now for that other name you mentioned. Unless I'm mistaken, we have a submarine running around." Williams didn't care the class, only that they had another ship answer the call. American industrial might didn't transfer over well to magical bullshit, unfortunately. So every returnee counted. "Where is she?"
"Albacore, yes that Albacore, is currently holed up in my kitchen."
"...In your kitchen?"
"She might have had a less than ideal welcome to the world and wound up making a lot of wrong, but reasonable, assumptions. In the name of survival, she broke into my home under Jintsuu's nose and then ran out on Jane after being offered a cake." He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the proof with his own two eyes. "After that, she made a beeline to Kyodomari and saved Arizona's ass from being put on the bottom again."
"Would it be too much to ask for one, just one, of our girls to be normal?" They weren't Poi, but damn if they weren't close at times.
"Probably, sir. Right now she's intent on making up for it by making a cake for everyone." Richardson tapped a finger on his desk as he recalled a few things. "Just so you're aware, she likes being called 'Albie' and is probably going to write every damn report with a pink gel pen."
"Do I really want to know why?"
"Because the other pen had glitter in it. And I'm sorry sir, but fuck glitter." He picked up a thermos of coffee he'd set aside and poured it into a mug. There was also the extra detail about dotting every i with a little heart, but Williams probably didn't need that much detail. The pink ink was enough for now. "The shit gets everywhere and the last place I need it is on an official military document."
"I'll grant you that. Anything else to report? It's getting late and I've had more than my fill of sparkly magical shipgirl bullshit for the day. Even Yeoman Gale can only keep so much of it at bay." Dee was adorable, yes. But the poor girl gave him the worst headaches.
"Nothing else, sir. Rest easy." He lifted the mug in an informal saluting gesture when a tiny hand rose from the black, murky depths to deliver a thumbs up. "Albie's torpedo officer conveys the same."
"I think I'll have a nice, strong nightcap. Something that'll strip the armor off a standard..."
Williams' closed the call out without another word and Richardson turned to the fairy who was apparently lounging in his cup of coffee.
"That could have gone better. A lot fucking better."
The fairy shrugged.
* * * * *
"Yeoman, do you have any brown sugar?" Albacore called out to Jintsuu while digging around one of the cupboards in the kitchen.
"Not much, I'm afraid. Let me see..." Jintsuu began rifling through a cabinet containing all sorts of dry ingredients, meticulously sorted by type, size, and ease of access. After a few moments she located the desired sugar and pulled it free. "Hmm, how much do you need?"
"A cup should do it. Aha!" Albacore pulled free the saucepans she had sought with a triumphant grin. Unfortunately, the pots and pans weren't so neatly sorted as the dry ingredients. Her rummaging had only made things worse. Well, she could work on fixing that during cleanup.
"In that case we have plenty." Jintsuu set aside the brown sugar with a nod and shut the cabinet door. With a calculating glance, she eyed the submarine as she continued to gather the various accouterments that would be needed for the supposed cake. "You may call me Jintsuu if you like. There's no need to stand on rank here."
Albacore slowed in her motions as she rolled that statement around in her head.
"Then, you're... not angry?" There was a hesitation in her tone. One perfectly reasonable in her mind given the situation.
"Of course not. Why would I be angry?" Jintsuu had been rather... displeased upon finding out what had happened, certainly. But all she could do was ensure three simple things after the fact. The first was make sure Jane was alright. That was the biggest priority. The second was to secure the home. The third was to make absolutely certain it Never Happened Again.
"Because I-" The submarine was cut off before she could continue.
"I am well aware of what you did. There's no need to revisit it. I understand." Jintsuu's soft voice carried an air of reassurance and calm. "I am more angry at myself for allowing it to happen in the first place. You're trying to make up for it, so it's hard to be angry at you."
"Um, thank you. Ye-Jintsuu." Albacore scratched her head. It didn't feel right addressing the light cruiser so informally. Even though she had been given an officer's rank and Jintsuu, by her own admission, held a rank equivalent to a petty officer 3rd class, there was an air about her that made the informality just feel off. "I just don't really get it."
She nearly jumped when Jintsuu closed the distance between them to place a hand on her shoulder. The movement had been so smooth and casual that she had barely noticed it at all, despite looking straight at the woman.
"Don't worry too much about it. There are things an officer can do far easier than an enlisted. And just the opposite. It's how I choose to serve." There weren't many advantages, but they were advantages nonetheless. To the uninformed or the distracted, Yeoman 3rd Class Jintsuu drew far less attention than Lieutenant Jintsuu. Even ignoring who she was a Yeoman to.
"R-Right..."
"Now how about that cake?"
"Oh! Yeah!" Albacore filed away that slightly ominous bit of information as she broke out in a smile. "I want to make sure this is ready to go before Jane gets home."
"You could always take her a slice, you know." Jintsuu giggled as she went back to retrieving some of the more common ingredients needed for baking. She noted they'd need more brown sugar after this. And a few other odds and ends. "It looks like we'll need to go to the grocer's anyways. We're pretty low on more than I realized. So if we finish up soon..."
"Hm! Lets do that. I want to apologize to her sooner than later." Albacore coughed before continuing in a slightly awkward sounding manner. "And thanks for helping me out. This is for you too, but... I don't really know my way around here." Not that she couldn't figure it out on her own, it would just take longer. And probably not really endear herself to those she hadn't done right by.
"It's no problem at all." Jintsuu didn't consider herself to have much skill in the kitchen, but she did enjoy it. Jane and Hiei were the true rulers of the kitchen. At least when the latter was succeeding in her attempts. "Now, what's next?"
Two hours later, Jane Richardson would have her second introduction to USS Albacore.
Rather than as an intruder to her home in the dead of night, this time it was as an apologetic cake-delivery girl at her school. Escorted by the light cruiser Jintsuu and wearing her father's pants, it caused quite a stir to say the very least.
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SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh yeah...I feel that I should point out that, IIRC, the Mark 14's flaws had been largely corrected (with largely field-fixes and modification kits sent to the front) by the time of Albacore's last refit and sortie, so her torpedoes should be working at least pretty well, if not quite well. Certainly not so bad as having an entire spread of circular runs and duds.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
*contemplative*
Jintsuu/Albacore? Nah, think I'll stick with Alba/Iku.
Jintsuu/Albacore? Nah, think I'll stick with Alba/Iku.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Gale raised an eyebrow at the three Destroyers as they sat in their beds, and despite herself, felt her lips twitch a bit upwards. "Let me see if I understand this straight, you girls... are asking me to tell you a bed time story?"
There was a grin on O'Bannon's face as she nodded. "Yeah, but not just any story... A scary story!"
Humming, Gale had to bite her lip at the sight of her friend, and fellow Yeoman, Jen Bowers looking utterly befuddled by this. 'Poor Jen, she's still not used to the girls...' Then Gale glanced at the ceiling in thought. 'Of course, it could just be that they've driven me around the bend by now, especially fucking Poi.'
Meanwhile, Willie played with the edges of her blanket some as she nodded. "Y-yeah! A scary story. I mean, you've been around a while so you probably know a whole bunch, Miss Gale!"
Now that, caused Gale to blink for a moment before she gave Willie a blank look. 'Did... she just call me old?' Shaking it off, Gale tapped her chin in thought as she went over various stories before she suddenly smirked. "Oh, I got one... hey, Jen, remember that deep dive we did? In Lake Superior?"
Jen's eyes widened some and she gave Gale a look. "Wait, Superior...? Wait, wait, wait... are you talking about that one dive where..." At the nod, she shuddered some. "You're going to tell them about that dive!?"
All Gale did was shrug a bit. "They want a scary story, Jen. I figure that one that actually happened will be more then good enough."
Looking back and forth, Kidd snorted a bit as O'Bannon pulled a potato from... somewhere and began to munch on it. "A lake? Oh, come on, Miss Gale! Nothing's scary about a lake."
Her expression shifting to one of dark amusement, Gale chuckled in a way that sent shivers up all the Destroyers' spines. And also caused a quietly talking Jersey and Wash who were walking past the DesRon2's quarters to stop and lean toward the door to listen. "Oh, people like to think so. But the Great Lakes are more inland seas then lakes. They're full of mystery and tragedy. From the loss of the Edmund Fitzgerald to how Le Griffon one day sailed through a crack in the ice and vanished into thin air along with a cargo of furs and six men. The Great Lakes do not yield up their dead easily, but they do have the dead."
With wide eyes, all three Destroyers leaned forward as they listened intently, Kidd giving voice to what they were all thinking. "Okay..."
As she nodded, Jen smirked a bit. "Right, so I was actually around for this one. Anyways, me, Gale, and a couple of others that we graduated with from the Basic decided to put some of our skills in diving to use. Deep diving in particular so we chose this one shipwreck on in Lake Superior, the biggest lake of the Great Lakes. The wreck of the SS. Kamloops."
It was then that Gale took over as she grinned. "The ship sank in 1927 and lies on her side in 270 feet of water. At that depth, it's dark and cold. A challenging dive for anyone, but we all wanted a challenge and there's this legend attached to the wreck... a legend that none of us knew was true."
Delicious shivers ran down not just the Destroyers' backs, but also the two Battleships outside as Gale chuckled. With a smirk, Jen coughed a bit as Willie clutched at her blanket a bit more. "A-a-a legend?"
Nodding, Gale leaned back. "Yeah, a legend that all of us thought was utter bullshit. Anyways, so we were diving and reached the bottom of the lake there before finding the wreck whereupon we entered her..."
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Slowly swimming through the dark, cold water, a much younger Gale looked around the hallway they were going down. The only sounds were from their breathing and the constant sounds of the ship. 'Guess that it is kind of spooky...' Finally, Gale spotted their destination and held up a hand as she turned toward Jen and one of their fellow Navy member. Quickly, she went through her hand signals and nodded. [Okay, we're here.]
Glancing at the dark, yawning opening, Jen shook her head and signed back. [You're not actually going in there, are you? I mean, you know what other divers say is in there.]
All Gale did was grin best that she could around her rebreather. [Come on, Jen, Bruce. Don't tell me that you two are scared of an old ghost story. It's complete bullshit and an old salt's tale.] Crossing her arms, Gale allowed herself to gently come down and stand upon the deck. The ship itself creaked and groaned as if in protest of the living once more moving through it. [This is what we came down her to do, after all.]
Bruce blinked and both him and Jen played their lights over the opening to the engine room. The open door seemed to gape like a maw before them, ready to devour them as much as it devoured the beams of light. Shivering, Bruce tried to tell himself it was from the cold water and not from the feeling that they were being watched. That none of them were wanted there. [Just saying, Gale. What if it's actually true?]
In reply, Gale just raised an eyebrow at him. [Bullshit. It's complete and utter fucking bullshit that can't be true.] Seeing them look at each other, Gale snorted a bit. [Fine, I'll go in and you two can be by the door just in case.]
Once more, Jan and Bruce shared a look before Jan shook her head. [You're nuts.]
If she could have, Gale would have grinned as she pushed off the deck with another groan from the ship. Before her looked the dark and foreboding entry to the engine room. Placing her hands on either side of the door way, Gale checked for any obstructions and then pushed herself into the room, Jan and Bruce staying just in front of the door. After she looked around, Gale internally chuckled and shook her head. 'Just like I said, bullshit ghost stories-' Her thoughts came to a halt though as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned as she brought up her light. From out of the gloom, a pale, white form moved towards her, one hand slightly outstretched and the it's featureless face staring at her. Eyes widening, Gale began to scramble back and-
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"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
All three Destroyers screamed as they backed away from the screaming Gale, outside both Jersey and Wash jumped a bit. Shaking, Willie swallowed a bit. "W-w-what hap-happened next?"
Taking pity on her, Jan grinned a bit and jerked she thumb at Gale. "Both Bruce and me pulled ourselves into the room and stopped. Here was Gale scrambling back from Grandpa."
With a blink as her heart, or maybe her boilers, began to stop racing, Kidd gulped. "Grandpa...?"
Gently, Gale patted Willie on the head. "Yeah, Grandpa. See, when the ship went down in 1927, some of the crew escaped to one of the islands nearby. However, the search was called off and they hadn't been found by that point. Months later, some fishermen found their remains since they had succumbed to the elements, waiting for a rescue that was never coming. Not everyone got off the ship before it went under though."
Jan continued from where Gale left off. "One of these was the engineer who was trapped in the engine room when the ship sank. At that depth, there's no freshwater fish and the water's extremely cold and oxygen poor, especially inside wrecks. As long as a body doesn't touch the silt there where there's bacteria, nothing's around that will eat it. So it becomes preserved, the other layers becoming something like soap."
Slowly nodding, Gale crossed her arms across her chest. "Because of that, the engineer is extremely well preserved to the point where you can see a gold ring on one of his fingers. Local divers call him Grandpa due to his age or Old Whitey because that's color of the body. He has just enough buoyancy that he floats just above the floor. So when a diver enters the room, they create currents that move him around. In my case, when I used the door frame to push myself into the room, I created something of a suction effect behind me. It pulled Grandpa towards me and so when I turned, it looked like he was coming at me from the gloom."
O'Bannon gulped a bit and looked between Gale and Jan. "S-so nothing happened?"
Sharing a look, Gale shrugged. "Oh, something happened. Mainly all three of us were freaked out and took off out of the wreck once I calmed down a bit like bats out of hell. Needless to say, I had trouble sleeping for quite some time after that. I did learn something very important from it though..."
As she leaned forward, Kidd looked between the two Yeomen. "What'd you learn?"
There was a slight self-depreciating smile on Gale's face as she chuckled. "Don't dismiss old tales told by sailors and divers out of hand..."
There was a grin on O'Bannon's face as she nodded. "Yeah, but not just any story... A scary story!"
Humming, Gale had to bite her lip at the sight of her friend, and fellow Yeoman, Jen Bowers looking utterly befuddled by this. 'Poor Jen, she's still not used to the girls...' Then Gale glanced at the ceiling in thought. 'Of course, it could just be that they've driven me around the bend by now, especially fucking Poi.'
Meanwhile, Willie played with the edges of her blanket some as she nodded. "Y-yeah! A scary story. I mean, you've been around a while so you probably know a whole bunch, Miss Gale!"
Now that, caused Gale to blink for a moment before she gave Willie a blank look. 'Did... she just call me old?' Shaking it off, Gale tapped her chin in thought as she went over various stories before she suddenly smirked. "Oh, I got one... hey, Jen, remember that deep dive we did? In Lake Superior?"
Jen's eyes widened some and she gave Gale a look. "Wait, Superior...? Wait, wait, wait... are you talking about that one dive where..." At the nod, she shuddered some. "You're going to tell them about that dive!?"
All Gale did was shrug a bit. "They want a scary story, Jen. I figure that one that actually happened will be more then good enough."
Looking back and forth, Kidd snorted a bit as O'Bannon pulled a potato from... somewhere and began to munch on it. "A lake? Oh, come on, Miss Gale! Nothing's scary about a lake."
Her expression shifting to one of dark amusement, Gale chuckled in a way that sent shivers up all the Destroyers' spines. And also caused a quietly talking Jersey and Wash who were walking past the DesRon2's quarters to stop and lean toward the door to listen. "Oh, people like to think so. But the Great Lakes are more inland seas then lakes. They're full of mystery and tragedy. From the loss of the Edmund Fitzgerald to how Le Griffon one day sailed through a crack in the ice and vanished into thin air along with a cargo of furs and six men. The Great Lakes do not yield up their dead easily, but they do have the dead."
With wide eyes, all three Destroyers leaned forward as they listened intently, Kidd giving voice to what they were all thinking. "Okay..."
As she nodded, Jen smirked a bit. "Right, so I was actually around for this one. Anyways, me, Gale, and a couple of others that we graduated with from the Basic decided to put some of our skills in diving to use. Deep diving in particular so we chose this one shipwreck on in Lake Superior, the biggest lake of the Great Lakes. The wreck of the SS. Kamloops."
It was then that Gale took over as she grinned. "The ship sank in 1927 and lies on her side in 270 feet of water. At that depth, it's dark and cold. A challenging dive for anyone, but we all wanted a challenge and there's this legend attached to the wreck... a legend that none of us knew was true."
Delicious shivers ran down not just the Destroyers' backs, but also the two Battleships outside as Gale chuckled. With a smirk, Jen coughed a bit as Willie clutched at her blanket a bit more. "A-a-a legend?"
Nodding, Gale leaned back. "Yeah, a legend that all of us thought was utter bullshit. Anyways, so we were diving and reached the bottom of the lake there before finding the wreck whereupon we entered her..."
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Slowly swimming through the dark, cold water, a much younger Gale looked around the hallway they were going down. The only sounds were from their breathing and the constant sounds of the ship. 'Guess that it is kind of spooky...' Finally, Gale spotted their destination and held up a hand as she turned toward Jen and one of their fellow Navy member. Quickly, she went through her hand signals and nodded. [Okay, we're here.]
Glancing at the dark, yawning opening, Jen shook her head and signed back. [You're not actually going in there, are you? I mean, you know what other divers say is in there.]
All Gale did was grin best that she could around her rebreather. [Come on, Jen, Bruce. Don't tell me that you two are scared of an old ghost story. It's complete bullshit and an old salt's tale.] Crossing her arms, Gale allowed herself to gently come down and stand upon the deck. The ship itself creaked and groaned as if in protest of the living once more moving through it. [This is what we came down her to do, after all.]
Bruce blinked and both him and Jen played their lights over the opening to the engine room. The open door seemed to gape like a maw before them, ready to devour them as much as it devoured the beams of light. Shivering, Bruce tried to tell himself it was from the cold water and not from the feeling that they were being watched. That none of them were wanted there. [Just saying, Gale. What if it's actually true?]
In reply, Gale just raised an eyebrow at him. [Bullshit. It's complete and utter fucking bullshit that can't be true.] Seeing them look at each other, Gale snorted a bit. [Fine, I'll go in and you two can be by the door just in case.]
Once more, Jan and Bruce shared a look before Jan shook her head. [You're nuts.]
If she could have, Gale would have grinned as she pushed off the deck with another groan from the ship. Before her looked the dark and foreboding entry to the engine room. Placing her hands on either side of the door way, Gale checked for any obstructions and then pushed herself into the room, Jan and Bruce staying just in front of the door. After she looked around, Gale internally chuckled and shook her head. 'Just like I said, bullshit ghost stories-' Her thoughts came to a halt though as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned as she brought up her light. From out of the gloom, a pale, white form moved towards her, one hand slightly outstretched and the it's featureless face staring at her. Eyes widening, Gale began to scramble back and-
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"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
All three Destroyers screamed as they backed away from the screaming Gale, outside both Jersey and Wash jumped a bit. Shaking, Willie swallowed a bit. "W-w-what hap-happened next?"
Taking pity on her, Jan grinned a bit and jerked she thumb at Gale. "Both Bruce and me pulled ourselves into the room and stopped. Here was Gale scrambling back from Grandpa."
With a blink as her heart, or maybe her boilers, began to stop racing, Kidd gulped. "Grandpa...?"
Gently, Gale patted Willie on the head. "Yeah, Grandpa. See, when the ship went down in 1927, some of the crew escaped to one of the islands nearby. However, the search was called off and they hadn't been found by that point. Months later, some fishermen found their remains since they had succumbed to the elements, waiting for a rescue that was never coming. Not everyone got off the ship before it went under though."
Jan continued from where Gale left off. "One of these was the engineer who was trapped in the engine room when the ship sank. At that depth, there's no freshwater fish and the water's extremely cold and oxygen poor, especially inside wrecks. As long as a body doesn't touch the silt there where there's bacteria, nothing's around that will eat it. So it becomes preserved, the other layers becoming something like soap."
Slowly nodding, Gale crossed her arms across her chest. "Because of that, the engineer is extremely well preserved to the point where you can see a gold ring on one of his fingers. Local divers call him Grandpa due to his age or Old Whitey because that's color of the body. He has just enough buoyancy that he floats just above the floor. So when a diver enters the room, they create currents that move him around. In my case, when I used the door frame to push myself into the room, I created something of a suction effect behind me. It pulled Grandpa towards me and so when I turned, it looked like he was coming at me from the gloom."
O'Bannon gulped a bit and looked between Gale and Jan. "S-so nothing happened?"
Sharing a look, Gale shrugged. "Oh, something happened. Mainly all three of us were freaked out and took off out of the wreck once I calmed down a bit like bats out of hell. Needless to say, I had trouble sleeping for quite some time after that. I did learn something very important from it though..."
As she leaned forward, Kidd looked between the two Yeomen. "What'd you learn?"
There was a slight self-depreciating smile on Gale's face as she chuckled. "Don't dismiss old tales told by sailors and divers out of hand..."
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Assuming idea time.
That story acted as a summoning, and a certain someone remembers Gale...
Cue Gale running through the door over Washington knocking Jersey on her ass in to the night screaming...
Can't say I blame her since I've done the same thing...
That story acted as a summoning, and a certain someone remembers Gale...
Cue Gale running through the door over Washington knocking Jersey on her ass in to the night screaming...
Can't say I blame her since I've done the same thing...
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
To be frank, Kamloops likely would not have too much of a problem with Gale as she was just another diver and didn't mess with the bodies, probably more amused then anything. Some of the other divers who have gone down on the other hand, she would probably try and hunt down. After all, according to recent reports Grandpa is falling apart due to asshole divers messing with him. The head, for example, is supposed to be gone because some dickhead went and tried to put a cowboy hat on it so he could have a picture taken.
I was thinking Kamloops decided to help make Gales story FUNNER.
And Gale reacted like anyone will who just had their ghost story COME TO BLOODY LIFE!
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Okay, that's a lot better and yeah, I could see that happened it would be hilarious.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Sorry about the double post, but have another spaceshipgirls omake:
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As they slowly walked up the path from the dock, Richardson raised an eyebrow at Mutsu as he glanced around. "So your sister retired here?"
Nodding, Mutsu looked over her shoulder at him and softly smiled. "That's right. Remember that project that she said she was working on?"
Just as Richardson was nodding, he stopped and his eyes widened some. "Wait... that was this?"
Twirling, Mutsu nodded some. "As a matter of fact, it is." Her hands held behind her back, she giggled some. "After the war, if you remember, Nee-san didn't know what to do with herself. Eventually, this island in particular though had been devastated by the Abyssals... even thirty years on, nothing could live on it due to how barren it was of resources. So... nee-san came to the island to try and fix it up as a way to pass the time after she bought it. Breaking the rock and crust left behind... Slowly mixing compost and bags of soil into the gravel and sand before planting in it."
Looking around, Richardson noted that they had entered a forest. "... She did a good job."
With a slow nod, Arizona smiled. "That she did, it's taken her more then a century and a half, but she's restored the island to what it looked like. She even reclaimed land along the sides to extend the amount she had to work with."
Hearing something, Jane blinked as she noticed squirrels hopping through the trees as she remembered something from before she had died as an old woman. "Didn't Aunt Nagato turn it into a wildlife reserve?"
As she laughed, Jintsuu nodded. "Yeah, she did. She got a number of endangered animals on her island that she keeps watch over. And you don't want to see her deal with idiots who have tried to sneak by her to poach them... heck, the Iriomote cat is still around because she got a small breeding population onto her island and they now live here alongside the other animals."
Mutsu giggled into her hand a bit as she smiled. "It's the closest thing to a dream that nee-san has had. Grant you, she has a section for more dangerous animals..." Suddenly, she leaned in to stage whisper to the others. "Though I got these adorable pictures of her and some tigers she decided to take a nap with."
That got her giggles from Jane and Albie who had joined them for the trip. Before anything else could be said, the sound of crunching was heard and Nagato walked around a turn in the path with her eyebrow raised. "And what, exactly, did you tell them just now?"
Whistling, Mutsu just leaned back as she twirled around. "Oh, absolutely nothing."
However, before Nagato could call her out on it, Jane rushed forward and hugged her. "Aunt Nagato!"
If anyone had told Richardson back during the Abyssal War, that he would see Nagato one day pick up Jane and twirl her around in a hug while laughing, he would have called them nuts. But there she was, doing exactly that with a bright smile on her face. Putting down Jane, Richardson could only blink as Nagato walked over and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to see you again, John. It's been a long time."
After she pulled away, he nodded slightly. "It has." He then made a show of looking around and nodding. "You've done a good job here."
Closing her eyes, Nagato took a deep breath and just allowed herself to listen to the sounds of the animals, her animals, around them before opening her eyes. "Yeah... I think that I have."
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As they slowly walked up the path from the dock, Richardson raised an eyebrow at Mutsu as he glanced around. "So your sister retired here?"
Nodding, Mutsu looked over her shoulder at him and softly smiled. "That's right. Remember that project that she said she was working on?"
Just as Richardson was nodding, he stopped and his eyes widened some. "Wait... that was this?"
Twirling, Mutsu nodded some. "As a matter of fact, it is." Her hands held behind her back, she giggled some. "After the war, if you remember, Nee-san didn't know what to do with herself. Eventually, this island in particular though had been devastated by the Abyssals... even thirty years on, nothing could live on it due to how barren it was of resources. So... nee-san came to the island to try and fix it up as a way to pass the time after she bought it. Breaking the rock and crust left behind... Slowly mixing compost and bags of soil into the gravel and sand before planting in it."
Looking around, Richardson noted that they had entered a forest. "... She did a good job."
With a slow nod, Arizona smiled. "That she did, it's taken her more then a century and a half, but she's restored the island to what it looked like. She even reclaimed land along the sides to extend the amount she had to work with."
Hearing something, Jane blinked as she noticed squirrels hopping through the trees as she remembered something from before she had died as an old woman. "Didn't Aunt Nagato turn it into a wildlife reserve?"
As she laughed, Jintsuu nodded. "Yeah, she did. She got a number of endangered animals on her island that she keeps watch over. And you don't want to see her deal with idiots who have tried to sneak by her to poach them... heck, the Iriomote cat is still around because she got a small breeding population onto her island and they now live here alongside the other animals."
Mutsu giggled into her hand a bit as she smiled. "It's the closest thing to a dream that nee-san has had. Grant you, she has a section for more dangerous animals..." Suddenly, she leaned in to stage whisper to the others. "Though I got these adorable pictures of her and some tigers she decided to take a nap with."
That got her giggles from Jane and Albie who had joined them for the trip. Before anything else could be said, the sound of crunching was heard and Nagato walked around a turn in the path with her eyebrow raised. "And what, exactly, did you tell them just now?"
Whistling, Mutsu just leaned back as she twirled around. "Oh, absolutely nothing."
However, before Nagato could call her out on it, Jane rushed forward and hugged her. "Aunt Nagato!"
If anyone had told Richardson back during the Abyssal War, that he would see Nagato one day pick up Jane and twirl her around in a hug while laughing, he would have called them nuts. But there she was, doing exactly that with a bright smile on her face. Putting down Jane, Richardson could only blink as Nagato walked over and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to see you again, John. It's been a long time."
After she pulled away, he nodded slightly. "It has." He then made a show of looking around and nodding. "You've done a good job here."
Closing her eyes, Nagato took a deep breath and just allowed herself to listen to the sounds of the animals, her animals, around them before opening her eyes. "Yeah... I think that I have."
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Future!Nagato: After so much war and death, it's just nice to create something for the preservation of life instead... That fact that they're all so damn adorable is besides the point! *Holds up full grown lion who yawns* Like this little fellow!That was really, really sweet. It's really endearing to see Nagato reaping the rewards of so much hard work and dedication. She got her happy ending.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
D'aww... He's adorable. And huge. Those paws are as big as a person's head.
Nagato cuddling and playing with large predators as if they were housecats is absolutely something I can see her doing.
- Location
- Vancouver, Washington
Somehow, Nagato is related to Sakaki from Azumanga Daioh:
Sakaki with Iriomote cat