Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
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Too bad the Sacramentos went to the scrapyard a decade too soon.
So something I just thought of. If the F22 got an upgraded to a new model, would MSSB make the new model the reference point or will we be getting a plane that now outmatches the 1945 reference planes?
Icywinter
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Shimakaze will start attempting to.
We kind of had to stop her when she tried attaching rockets and wings to her riggings. Yuubari and Akashi scolded her for weeks, even though I'm sure they would've done the same had it been them.
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I'm kind of surprised she did that, she could get such a better T/W ratio ditching the rigging and simply hanging on to a THAAD or S-400 system missile
I think the first thing Shimakaze would do once anything that allows shipgirls to ride on planes without puking their guts out would be to ask USAF for a ride at the backseat of one of those things... right before she decides to get her jet pilot license.
Shimikaze should be spending her "upgrade points" on turbo-boosting and super pursuit mode.
Kinda like on Knight Rider back in the day, but for a destroyer.
I think Shimikaze would enjoy being so fast that her taking off sounds like a gun being fired. A bug damn gun.
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Sounds like something out of Things Involving Shipgirls that are no Longer Allowed
It's actually quite interesting; aside from the entire MORE DAKKA aspect, the St. Louis (CL-49), the Detroit (CL-8), and the Phoenix (CL-46) all managed to put up effective fire at the Japanese planes at Pearl Harbor, and get under way. More interesting is that all three survived the entire war - those crews must have been very good, very lucky, or both.
Spectre
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In Phoenix's case the American crew must have used up all her luck.
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Didn't she or another of the three get underway in less than sixty seconds from a cold start?
Old Iron
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Because she's a badass.
Don't forget about Nevada getting underway as well...without any tugs and from a cold start.
Omake: A certain lady, BIRTHDAY GIRL!
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
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Not really canon and really thrown together, but a little something for everyone's favorite Mutslug
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"I'm ho-ome~" Mutsu shut the front door behind her as she announced her presence to any who were home at the moment. There were a collection of shoes in their assigned cubbies, so she knew the place wasn't empty.
"Welcome home, Mutsu-mama!"
A ball of Jane-shaped energy took the corner at a speed even Shimakaze would approve of and bulldozed into the Nagato-Class battleship. Mutsu played along and handily hauled up the nine-year-old up with ease and placed the girl on her shoulders.
"You know I'll be doing this to you even when you're taller than me, right?" Mutsu giggled as she imagined a fully grown Jane still perched atop her shoulders, only this time barking orders with an admiral's stars on her collar.
"I'd be sad if you didn't!" Jane snickered as she placed her hands on Mutsu's head. "And you know what day it is today?"
"My~ I've been so busy lately that I've been losing track of time. What day is it today?" she replied in a coy tone. It was May 31st. And that date entailed a great many things. But what she was quite certain Jane was attempting to tease at was a rather special day for her personally.
"It's your birthday! Or Launch Day. No one really keeps these things consistent. But I'm going to say it's your birthday!"
"And tomorrow is her Construction Day, isn't it?" A more rough, but warm voice joined their banter. Arizona rounded the corner, sporting one of the more casual outfits that had been added to her wardrobe thanks to certain members of the Sasebo fleet. She offered Mutsu a small smile. "Two important days to celebrate, back to back no less. Congratulations, Lieu-Mutsu."
"Hmhmhm... Thank you, Ari. And you're getting better at that." Mutsu smiled as she approached the American battleship. Slowly but surely, she'd get Arizona to call her by name without having to think twice about it. "Are you two heading out?"
"Ari-mama's taking me out to dinner," Jane commented as Mutsu carefully removed her from the rather comfortable perch. She was a lot more durable than people gave her credit for, but no need to risk a slip and an unpleasant fall. "And then we're going to see a movie and maybe even get some ice cream!"
"Maybe?" Arizona raised a coppery eyebrow as she regarded the little girl with a measure of amusement. "You were the one who was insistent I try more of the... modern era's tastes, weren't you?"
"Sounds to me like there's no maybe about it, hm?" Mutsu mirrored Arizona's posture, albeit with far more difficulty. How the redhead could maintain such stoicism and not bust a gut laughing continued to remain beyond her. However she decided to just Jane a little sack for now and relaxed her pose. "You two won't be home for dinner then I take it? ...Or anyone else?"
The shoe cubby had not been empty, now that she recalled, but it had not exactly been full either.
Arizona shook her head as Jane went about putting on her sneakers.
"I'm sorry."
"No... That's okay." Mutsu hid the shade of sadness in her voice rather well. "I-" She halted when Arizona leaned in and whispered next to her ear, a decidedly odd timbre she swore she hadn't ever heard come from the prudish warship.
"It will be just you and the Admiral tonight."
"Eh?"
Mutsu wasn't completely sure what transpired in the next few minutes. But she made a reasonable assumption she bid Arizona and Jane a happy and safe evening, shut the door, and then stood there like a fool until her brain rebooted. And she was only certain it had been a few minutes because the foyer was a fair bit darker now than it had been when she came home.
"Welcome home."
Mutsu did not scream, but she most certainly yelped in surprise when Admiral Richardson came around the same corner Arizona had and turned on the lights. Redlining boilers, a racing heart, and Arizona's words made for a rather high strung Nagato-Class. She was rather glad Richardson didn't make a smart-alek comment as she tried to control her breathing.
"J-John, you spooked me!"
"I'd been calling your name for a while now." He crossed his arms and smirked.
"O-Oh? Really?" Mutsu placed a hand on her chest and took a deep breath. "Sorry, I was distracted."
"Apparently so. Come on, I'll put a special dinner together for the birthday girl." Richardson would have turned and begun walking towards the kitchen had he not noticed the bewildered and blushing stare Mutsu was giving him. "What?"
"I-nothing. But... Ah. Um..." Mutsu wanted to crawl into some dark corner of the breakers and let herself be scrapped. Her Admiral. Admiral Richardson. John was going to make dinner for her? For her birthday? And she was acting like this? "Just, us? John?"
"Look. We can have cake and ice cream tomorrow with everyone. But tonight?" Richardson gave her one of his truly rare serious gazes.
"T-Tonight?"
Richardson pulled his dress coat from the hangar on the wall and draped it over Mutsu's shoulders.
"Tonight, I get to take care of you."
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"I'm ho-ome~" Mutsu shut the front door behind her as she announced her presence to any who were home at the moment. There were a collection of shoes in their assigned cubbies, so she knew the place wasn't empty.
"Welcome home, Mutsu-mama!"
A ball of Jane-shaped energy took the corner at a speed even Shimakaze would approve of and bulldozed into the Nagato-Class battleship. Mutsu played along and handily hauled up the nine-year-old up with ease and placed the girl on her shoulders.
"You know I'll be doing this to you even when you're taller than me, right?" Mutsu giggled as she imagined a fully grown Jane still perched atop her shoulders, only this time barking orders with an admiral's stars on her collar.
"I'd be sad if you didn't!" Jane snickered as she placed her hands on Mutsu's head. "And you know what day it is today?"
"My~ I've been so busy lately that I've been losing track of time. What day is it today?" she replied in a coy tone. It was May 31st. And that date entailed a great many things. But what she was quite certain Jane was attempting to tease at was a rather special day for her personally.
"It's your birthday! Or Launch Day. No one really keeps these things consistent. But I'm going to say it's your birthday!"
"And tomorrow is her Construction Day, isn't it?" A more rough, but warm voice joined their banter. Arizona rounded the corner, sporting one of the more casual outfits that had been added to her wardrobe thanks to certain members of the Sasebo fleet. She offered Mutsu a small smile. "Two important days to celebrate, back to back no less. Congratulations, Lieu-Mutsu."
"Hmhmhm... Thank you, Ari. And you're getting better at that." Mutsu smiled as she approached the American battleship. Slowly but surely, she'd get Arizona to call her by name without having to think twice about it. "Are you two heading out?"
"Ari-mama's taking me out to dinner," Jane commented as Mutsu carefully removed her from the rather comfortable perch. She was a lot more durable than people gave her credit for, but no need to risk a slip and an unpleasant fall. "And then we're going to see a movie and maybe even get some ice cream!"
"Maybe?" Arizona raised a coppery eyebrow as she regarded the little girl with a measure of amusement. "You were the one who was insistent I try more of the... modern era's tastes, weren't you?"
"Sounds to me like there's no maybe about it, hm?" Mutsu mirrored Arizona's posture, albeit with far more difficulty. How the redhead could maintain such stoicism and not bust a gut laughing continued to remain beyond her. However she decided to just Jane a little sack for now and relaxed her pose. "You two won't be home for dinner then I take it? ...Or anyone else?"
The shoe cubby had not been empty, now that she recalled, but it had not exactly been full either.
Arizona shook her head as Jane went about putting on her sneakers.
"I'm sorry."
"No... That's okay." Mutsu hid the shade of sadness in her voice rather well. "I-" She halted when Arizona leaned in and whispered next to her ear, a decidedly odd timbre she swore she hadn't ever heard come from the prudish warship.
"It will be just you and the Admiral tonight."
"Eh?"
Mutsu wasn't completely sure what transpired in the next few minutes. But she made a reasonable assumption she bid Arizona and Jane a happy and safe evening, shut the door, and then stood there like a fool until her brain rebooted. And she was only certain it had been a few minutes because the foyer was a fair bit darker now than it had been when she came home.
"Welcome home."
Mutsu did not scream, but she most certainly yelped in surprise when Admiral Richardson came around the same corner Arizona had and turned on the lights. Redlining boilers, a racing heart, and Arizona's words made for a rather high strung Nagato-Class. She was rather glad Richardson didn't make a smart-alek comment as she tried to control her breathing.
"J-John, you spooked me!"
"I'd been calling your name for a while now." He crossed his arms and smirked.
"O-Oh? Really?" Mutsu placed a hand on her chest and took a deep breath. "Sorry, I was distracted."
"Apparently so. Come on, I'll put a special dinner together for the birthday girl." Richardson would have turned and begun walking towards the kitchen had he not noticed the bewildered and blushing stare Mutsu was giving him. "What?"
"I-nothing. But... Ah. Um..." Mutsu wanted to crawl into some dark corner of the breakers and let herself be scrapped. Her Admiral. Admiral Richardson. John was going to make dinner for her? For her birthday? And she was acting like this? "Just, us? John?"
"Look. We can have cake and ice cream tomorrow with everyone. But tonight?" Richardson gave her one of his truly rare serious gazes.
"T-Tonight?"
Richardson pulled his dress coat from the hangar on the wall and draped it over Mutsu's shoulders.
"Tonight, I get to take care of you."
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WAFF Torpedo Bulge Refit complete! We are protected from Feel-pedoes for the time being!Not really canon and really thrown together, but a little something for everyone's favorite Mutslug
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"I'm ho-ome~" Mutsu shut the front door behind her as she announced her presence to any who were home at the moment. There were a collection of shoes in their assigned cubbies, so she knew the place wasn't empty.
"Welcome home, Mutsu-mama!"
A ball of Jane-shaped energy took the corner at a speed even Shimakaze would approve of and bulldozed into the Nagato-Class battleship. Mutsu played along and handily hauled up the nine-year-old up with ease and placed the girl on her shoulders.
"You know I'll be doing this to you even when you're taller than me, right?" Mutsu giggled as she imagined a fully grown Jane still perched atop her shoulders, only this time barking orders with an admiral's stars on her collar.
"I'd be sad if you didn't!" Jane snickered as she placed her hands on Mutsu's head. "And you know what day it is today?"
"My~ I've been so busy lately that I've been losing track of time. What day is it today?" she replied in a coy tone. It was May 31st. And that date entailed a great many things. But what she was quite certain Jane was attempting to tease at was a rather special day for her personally.
"It's your birthday! Or Launch Day. No one really keeps these things consistent. But I'm going to say it's your birthday!"
"And tomorrow is her Construction Day, isn't it?" A more rough, but warm voice joined their banter. Arizona rounded the corner, sporting one of the more casual outfits that had been added to her wardrobe thanks to certain members of the Sasebo fleet. She offered Mutsu a small smile. "Two important days to celebrate, back to back no less. Congratulations, Lieu-Mutsu."
"Hmhmhm... Thank you, Ari. And you're getting better at that." Mutsu smiled as she approached the American battleship. Slowly but surely, she'd get Arizona to call her by name without having to think twice about it. "Are you two heading out?"
"Ari-mama's taking me out to dinner," Jane commented as Mutsu carefully removed her from the rather comfortable perch. She was a lot more durable than people gave her credit for, but no need to risk a slip and an unpleasant fall. "And then we're going to see a movie and maybe even get some ice cream!"
"Maybe?" Arizona raised a coppery eyebrow as she regarded the little girl with a measure of amusement. "You were the one who was insistent I try more of the... modern era's tastes, weren't you?"
"Sounds to me like there's no maybe about it, hm?" Mutsu mirrored Arizona's posture, albeit with far more difficulty. How the redhead could maintain such stoicism and not bust a gut laughing continued to remain beyond her. However she decided to just Jane a little sack for now and relaxed her pose. "You two won't be home for dinner then I take it? ...Or anyone else?"
The shoe cubby had not been empty, now that she recalled, but it had not exactly been full either.
Arizona shook her head as Jane went about putting on her sneakers.
"I'm sorry."
"No... That's okay." Mutsu hid the shade of sadness in her voice rather well. "I-" She halted when Arizona leaned in and whispered next to her ear, a decidedly odd timbre she swore she hadn't ever heard come from the prudish warship.
"It will be just you and the Admiral tonight."
"Eh?"
Mutsu wasn't completely sure what transpired in the next few minutes. But she made a reasonable assumption she bid Arizona and Jane a happy and safe evening, shut the door, and then stood there like a fool until her brain rebooted. And she was only certain it had been a few minutes because the foyer was a fair bit darker now than it had been when she came home.
"Welcome home."
Mutsu did not scream, but she most certainly yelped in surprise when Admiral Richardson came around the same corner Arizona had and turned on the lights. Redlining boilers, a racing heart, and Arizona's words made for a rather high strung Nagato-Class. She was rather glad Richardson didn't make a smart-alek comment as she tried to control her breathing.
"J-John, you spooked me!"
"I'd been calling your name for a while now." He crossed his arms and smirked.
"O-Oh? Really?" Mutsu placed a hand on her chest and took a deep breath. "Sorry, I was distracted."
"Apparently so. Come on, I'll put a special dinner together for the birthday girl." Richardson would have turned and begun walking towards the kitchen had he not noticed the bewildered and blushing stare Mutsu was giving him. "What?"
"I-nothing. But... Ah. Um..." Mutsu wanted to crawl into some dark corner of the breakers and let herself be scrapped. Her Admiral. Admiral Richardson. John was going to make dinner for her? For her birthday? And she was acting like this? "Just, us? John?"
"Look. We can have cake and ice cream tomorrow with everyone. But tonight?" Richardson gave her one of his truly rare serious gazes.
"T-Tonight?"
Richardson pulled his dress coat from the hangar on the wall and draped it over Mutsu's shoulders.
"Tonight, I get to take care of you."
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Nice work.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
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- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Thank ye!
Arizona: Hmph. Even I can tell the difference between brazen flaunting and genuine affection.
Jane: *whispers conspiratorially* I had to do a lot of convincing.
Spectre
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whatever you say Ari.....what ever you say
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
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- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Shh... It helps her sleep at night.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
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thought that was what the plushy armada was for.Shh... It helps her sleep at night.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
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- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
That drives away the nightmares.
The denial drives away dreams of Richardson and Mutsu doing things.
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
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do I sense jealousy......