Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
and the fact that Gale is now Kaylee from firefly.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
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I have! Of course, when I started, there were only about 100 pages or so...
Nicholas
No longer teaching battlethings on a battleship
- Location
- Ashore again
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
And the promise of revenge, no matter how long it takes.
esseresse
R'lyth Power Make-up
- Location
- divorceville, state of depression
- Pronouns
- They/Her
Revenge is served cold because of how long it takes to reach the table
Spectre
eternal servant to the Fire/EMS gods
- Location
- NY
I think she should do Man Against Machine by Garth Brooks. Parts of the song fit quite well with KC.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Here, have some cute:
Nicholas
No longer teaching battlethings on a battleship
- Location
- Ashore again
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Type it up; I'll add it to the list.
- Location
- Pacific NW
Music wise anything by the Dropkick Murphys = Taffies.
Hrm... things to never introduce Taffy 3 to: the Dropkick Murphys, Mad Max: Fury Road, and the TV show Street Outlaws.
Hrm... things to never introduce Taffy 3 to: the Dropkick Murphys, Mad Max: Fury Road, and the TV show Street Outlaws.
DrexelDragonz
[Plushie Maker] Drawing cute things
- Location
- Philippines
YEHEY! I finally got an account here! Hey ya'll! I'm Drexel! Yoroshiku!
Have a Picture!
Have a Picture!
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
YOU ARE AMAZING PLEASESIGNMYSWORD!YEHEY! I finally got an account here! Hey ya'll! I'm Drexel! Yoroshiku!
Have a Picture!
In all seriousness, great to have you here, and thank you for your continual production of such awesome art.
DrexelDragonz
[Plushie Maker] Drawing cute things
- Location
- Philippines
Thanks Always Late! *snrrkk*
And No problem-dess! (I'll post all the picture that didn't make it here!)
Like this one for example! (Double Pic!) Carrier doing cute Carrier Things
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Omake: A Certain Lady
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
__〆(◎◎ヘ)
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The whole of the hall fell into silence as Pennsylvania announced herself.
That silence lasted only a brief moment as those who were either too overjoyed at the appearance of a new shipgirl or simply ignorant as to her history erupted into cheers of triumph and joy. Guns. More guns and more armor to their ranks. More might with which to fight the Abyss.
Before the freshly summoned standard could raise her voice again, Richardson turned around and raised his arms like a showman at a circus.
"Lets hear it for Pennsylvania! Three cheers to welcome back one of the United States Navy's kickass battlewagons!" He had to keep everyone distracted. And he had to get everyone who wasn't made of steel and magic bullshit out of here. "Come on!"
And the crowd went wild. Even those who had held their tongue let their voices rise.
"That's what I want to hear! Hooyah!"
As the Admiral worked the crowds into not thinking about danger represented by woman standing behind him, earning an increasingly angry glare from said woman in the process, guards began to rally the people into heading to the mess for the celebratory feast. It wasn't a tremendous one. But it was what they could manage. Which was certainly better than nothing.
And he would have to give credit to Tatsuta where it was due.
A rather cutting comment, wrapped in the usual dark pleasantries, had reminded him that he was very much summoning up instigators and victims of what could be very bad blood.
Arizona had been... desperation and an experiment gone right in probably every possible way. But his fortune could not hold out forever. It could have been a dozen summons down the line or the very next like this one. But sooner or later he'd ring up a girl with a chip on her shoulder that smiles, good cheer, and time couldn't smooth. And if anyone had a chip on her shoulder, it would be this one.
He was quite glad that evacuation plans didn't have to be obvious.
As the last of the performers filed out, still making more noise than a squad of destroyers on a sugar high, Richardson lowered his arms and dropped the smile. He made a jerking motion with his head before drawing in a breath.
"Are you done?"
"As done as I'll ever be." He turned around to face Pennsylvania once more and nearly flinched at her visage. Oh, she was beautiful. It was highly doubtful there would ever be anyone who claimed otherwise. And while she shared the same short, powerful, and curvaceous form he had seen in Arizona, the elder sister held an entirely different form of beauty. One that radiated the promise of violence. He would never speak of this ship and warmth and safety in the same sentence.
Pennsylvania's grip on her rifle tightened as Mutsu marched into view, coming to stand next to Richardson. The aura of authority projecting from the Japanese battleship did little to deter her stance.
"Then I demand an explanation." Furious red eyes bored deep into the Admiral's. She didn't care if the man before him was the Commander in Chief or a lowly seaman recruit, she would have answers. Her secondaries ached and her main batteries yearned. They demanded to be set upon the Japanese warship standing next to Sasebo's commander.
"I'm going to let that slide. Once." Richardson narrowed his eyes, putting up as much of a facade of strength as he was capable of doing. He clenched the muscles in his legs to keep them from rattling. Even Mutsu's presence could not avail him. "Speak freely, sailor. You'll need to be more specific."
"I dema-!"
Whatever demand Pennsylvania had been about to make was abruptly cut off as thirty thousand tons of warship plowed into her, sending her rifle and a multitude of ammunition flying about. Pennsylvania and her assailant were sent crashing to the ground with a wall shaking impact. It was a small wonder they didn't crack the floor upon landing.
"Oh my." The surprise in Mutsu's voice was clearly evident. "I didn't think a standard could move that fast."
"You can say that again," Richardson muttered as he reached down to pick up the rifle. He'd held more than his fair share of ballistic accouterments, but never one like this. It almost seemed alive. And far heavier than it had any right to be. At least he could pick the damn thing up.
The pounding of feet drew Mutsu's attention away from the pile of limbs and towards the pair of destroyers approaching.
"We're sorry! We tried to-"
"No fair! She's not supposed to be that fast! Hax! I'm calling hax!" shouted Shimakaze indignantly, looking more irate than apologetic. "There's a limit to this magical baloney!"
"That's what you're worried about?" shot back Kawakaze.
"I have my priorities!"
"Girls. Girls. It's okay. No harm done." Mutsu raised her hands in a placating manner as she tried to not smile at their antics. Her eyes took on a glint of mischief. "Well, maybe to someone's pride~"
"Hmph!"
"Are we going to stand here like idiots and ignore the fact that Arizona just hit Pennsylvania with the best flying tackle I've ever seen?" Richardson thumbed over to the two standards. "And please tell me the reason Shigure isn't with you is because she's with Yamashiro."
"Ou!" Shimakaze saluted casually as she faced her Admiral. "Shiggy dragged Yama out of here the second Pennsy entered detection range."
"Yeah. Yamashiro looked really shaken up."
Richardson sighed.
Also, Pennsy? What?
"Alright girls, you two go help with the guests. I think we'll be able to handle things here." Mutsu gave the destroyers each a pat on the head after they gave her skeptical looks. Really, they should have some more confidence in her. She wasn't Jintsuu, but she wasn't incompetent. "Go on now. Maybe you'll earn some extra snacks."
"I really feel like I should let them be," remarked Richardson after Shimakaze and Kawakaze had made a break for the exit. He'd been on the giving and the receiving end of a reunion much like the two battleships were having. Not quite in the same manner, but he could appreciate it at the very least.
"You know we can't. Especially not those two."
"Yeah. You're right."
"Oh, but I'm always right~"
Richardson palmed his face in resignation. He'd been doing that a lot lately.
Mutsu merely giggled as she joined Richardson in marching towards Arizona and Pennsylvania.
What had been the makings of an avatar of violence and hate mere moments ago was currently being by smothered relentlessly by an icon of fury and loss. Neither looked remotely close to either description at the moment. Pennsylvania was the picture of bewilderment whilst Arizona was wearing an expression not a single living soul at Sasebo had ever seen.
"Pennsy. It's really you, Pennsy!" Arizona cried with a smile, embracing her elder sister tightly against her bust. She had sought Mutsu's advice and found it to be sound. And she had even told herself that she would keep it together regardless of who showed up. She would greet them with a smile and a warm embrace, but she would remain a proper example of a battleship. Even if it was her sister who answered the call.
That was what she had decided.
But when the great beyond had called her bluff, she simply could not hold back.
"A-Ari?" Pennsylvania's baffled voice could barely be heard over Arizona's. And being all but pinned beneath a battleship who was also crushing your face into her chest did not exactly make speaking much easier.
There was no possible way though.
Ari was dead.
Dead and gone in an execution by fire.
Her body savaged and stripped of anything useful that remained.
But the number of ships who would call her that name in their right mind was a very small number. And none dared after that morning. Not even the ones who had used it more freely than the giver. Sure, her crew did. But that was her crew.
And how could she mistake that shape? The same curves. The same belt. Just a hair taller than herself and missing an inch or so of beam to boot. It was like looking into a mirror. Or at least, a mirror into the past. A distant past. ...Were those cage masts? She could have sworn those were replaced in twenty-nine. And she still had that goofy range clock!
Something just didn't feel right though. She remembered Ari having better guns than this. And whole lot more anti-air.
And for that matter, she didn't exactly feel well off herself. She was supposed to stronger than this. Better in practically every possible way. And she certainly didn't have those silly torpedo tubes back when she closed her eyes for what should have been the last time. Ignoring the fact she actually had eyes now.
"Pffah! Ari!" exclaimed Pennsylvania with a gasp of air as she was finally able to pry herself out of her sister's bosom. "Ari, please let me up. And tell me what the devil is going on? Where's the Admiral?"
"O-Oh! My apologies. I lost myself for a moment." More than a moment, really. But here was her sister! Someone she hadn't seen in… nearly three quarters of a century. It wasn't until she felt a pair of hands attempting to find purchase on her sides that she realized she hadn't released her hold on Pennsylvania as requested. And yet she couldn't bring herself to let go.
"Arizona..." If Ari didn't let go, she'd have to go for the tickling. And she was merciless in a great many ways. Funny thing, tickling. Until this moment she never actually had the hands to do so. And yet she was plenty ready to assault her little sister with his newfound capacity.
Arizona's face turned bright red and she all but leaped from her perch atop the other battleship.
Pennsylvania merely shook her head and reached up to Arizona, silently requesting a hand up. As Arizona's gloved hand took hold of her own, her eyes widened in shock. She trailed her gaze up the arm with an increasing malevolence. Those scars. Those twisted, hateful marring of her little sister. She'd had no chance to lay eyes upon them until now.
"Pennsy?"
"What… What are those?" she growled out. Her hand tightened around Arizona's with such force that the warship nearly winced as the sound of groaning steel became audible.
Arizona cast a level gaze at the visible scars, but said nothing.
"Those. Are the wounds Ari suffered when she was sunk."
"Lieutenant Commander!"
Mutsu offered Arizona an apologetic smile before returning her attention to Pennsylvania, the smile transforming into the serious visage befitting her rank.
To her side, Richardson stood silently still carrying Pennsylvania's rifle with a practiced hand.
"She's not the only one. Others carry marks from their time afloat." Mutsu counted herself considerably fortunate that she was not one such ship. Her death had been violent on a level very, very few who had returned could comprehend. She could probably give Arizona a run for her money however. But unlike her, she doubted she could carry them with the same level of dignity. "But that's not really important right now, is it."
"No. It isn't." Arizona closed her grey eyes and drew in a deep breath to regain herself. She held it for a few moments before hauling her sister to her feet. When she opened her eyes, they were far sharper. Far more familiar to the ranks of Sasebo.
And far more alien to Pennsylvania.
But that smile creeping onto her little sister's face was all too familiar. Even if it was merely a shadow of the big, happy smiles she remembered. It was still the same smile. She didn't care about the fact they'd never been able to smile before. It was just as she believed in her memories.
Arizona saluted.
"Allow me to welcome you back, USS Pennsylvania." She lowered her hand and turned to Richardson. "Sir, I apologize for my actions earlier. They were..."
"Perfectly understandable given the situation." Without breaking his professional demeanor, he nodded in her direction. "And as I told the Lieutenant Commander, that was the best flying tackle I've ever seen."
Before Arizona could formulate any number of displeased responses and amidst Mutsu's poorly hidden laughter, Pennsylvania found her voice.
"What in the devil is going on here!?" she roared. She thrust a hand in Mutsu's direction furiously. "Why is a Jap battleship being called Lieutenant Commander by a United States Navy Admiral? Why are we in Japan to begin with? Why are you all making merry like a bunch of damned slackers? And why does he have my gun!?"
"Because you dropped it when Lieutenant Arizona sacked you like an Army quarterback?"
At that, Mutsu gave up any pretense of control and began laughing openly. If it wasn't for Richardson being close enough to act as a post, she probably would have fallen to the ground.
It only served to further infuriate the newly summoned battleship who was one good spark away from having her hair catch fire. Her hands clenched into fists as she snapped them to her sides in a display of open anger and frustration. Could they not take this seriously!? Had she been called up from the great beyond into a madhouse? And this man claimed to be an Admiral with such a lackadaisical command?
"What is wrong with you lunatics!?"
"Admiral, please." Arizona almost sounded pleading. Almost.
"Alright, fine. I'll cut the crap." He cleared his throat and straightened his back, still holding onto Pennsylvania's gun as he thumbed over to Mutsu. His XO was still fighting off the giggles but at least she was trying. Rather endearing, he would admit. "From the top. Lieutenant Commander Mutsu is an officer of the Japanese Maritime Self Defense Forces and the second of the Nagato-Class battleships. She's also my XO and formally recognized as such by the United States Navy. Mutsu also acts as the flagship for this fleet, so keep that in mind."
Mutsu saluted to the now confused, but still angry Pennsylvania.
"Second: we're in Japan because that's where we summoned you. We're fighting demons ships that turned back naval warfare seventy years. It's the age of the gun again and there's enough magic and spooky going on to turn the word upside down. You'll get a full debriefing along with a history lesson before you sortie."
Arizona stepped forward and sent a silent request to Richardson and Mutsu with a short nod.
"Go ahead."
"Pennsy." Arizona gently reached out to place a hand on her sister's arm in an effort to calm her. "I have not been here very long, but I can assure you that they take their duties seriously. They and all the members of this fleet. It is hard to believe at times, now for example, but they are an… extremely dedicated force."
"So they brainwashed you?" snarled Pennsylvania, hurt and disbelief in her fiery voice. "How? What with!?"
"My. That's not a very nice accusation to make. I suppose we'll just have to do to you what we did to Ari~" Mutsu's playful grin drew a growl from Pennsylvania, who looked ready to pounce on Richardson and take her gun back if only for the reason to have a weapon to bludgeon them with..
Arizona and Richardson sighed in unison.
"You did do something, you-!"
"We'll just have to smother you with love, friendship, and Jane's cooking~"
* * * * *
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The whole of the hall fell into silence as Pennsylvania announced herself.
That silence lasted only a brief moment as those who were either too overjoyed at the appearance of a new shipgirl or simply ignorant as to her history erupted into cheers of triumph and joy. Guns. More guns and more armor to their ranks. More might with which to fight the Abyss.
Before the freshly summoned standard could raise her voice again, Richardson turned around and raised his arms like a showman at a circus.
"Lets hear it for Pennsylvania! Three cheers to welcome back one of the United States Navy's kickass battlewagons!" He had to keep everyone distracted. And he had to get everyone who wasn't made of steel and magic bullshit out of here. "Come on!"
And the crowd went wild. Even those who had held their tongue let their voices rise.
"That's what I want to hear! Hooyah!"
As the Admiral worked the crowds into not thinking about danger represented by woman standing behind him, earning an increasingly angry glare from said woman in the process, guards began to rally the people into heading to the mess for the celebratory feast. It wasn't a tremendous one. But it was what they could manage. Which was certainly better than nothing.
And he would have to give credit to Tatsuta where it was due.
A rather cutting comment, wrapped in the usual dark pleasantries, had reminded him that he was very much summoning up instigators and victims of what could be very bad blood.
Arizona had been... desperation and an experiment gone right in probably every possible way. But his fortune could not hold out forever. It could have been a dozen summons down the line or the very next like this one. But sooner or later he'd ring up a girl with a chip on her shoulder that smiles, good cheer, and time couldn't smooth. And if anyone had a chip on her shoulder, it would be this one.
He was quite glad that evacuation plans didn't have to be obvious.
As the last of the performers filed out, still making more noise than a squad of destroyers on a sugar high, Richardson lowered his arms and dropped the smile. He made a jerking motion with his head before drawing in a breath.
"Are you done?"
"As done as I'll ever be." He turned around to face Pennsylvania once more and nearly flinched at her visage. Oh, she was beautiful. It was highly doubtful there would ever be anyone who claimed otherwise. And while she shared the same short, powerful, and curvaceous form he had seen in Arizona, the elder sister held an entirely different form of beauty. One that radiated the promise of violence. He would never speak of this ship and warmth and safety in the same sentence.
Pennsylvania's grip on her rifle tightened as Mutsu marched into view, coming to stand next to Richardson. The aura of authority projecting from the Japanese battleship did little to deter her stance.
"Then I demand an explanation." Furious red eyes bored deep into the Admiral's. She didn't care if the man before him was the Commander in Chief or a lowly seaman recruit, she would have answers. Her secondaries ached and her main batteries yearned. They demanded to be set upon the Japanese warship standing next to Sasebo's commander.
"I'm going to let that slide. Once." Richardson narrowed his eyes, putting up as much of a facade of strength as he was capable of doing. He clenched the muscles in his legs to keep them from rattling. Even Mutsu's presence could not avail him. "Speak freely, sailor. You'll need to be more specific."
"I dema-!"
Whatever demand Pennsylvania had been about to make was abruptly cut off as thirty thousand tons of warship plowed into her, sending her rifle and a multitude of ammunition flying about. Pennsylvania and her assailant were sent crashing to the ground with a wall shaking impact. It was a small wonder they didn't crack the floor upon landing.
"Oh my." The surprise in Mutsu's voice was clearly evident. "I didn't think a standard could move that fast."
"You can say that again," Richardson muttered as he reached down to pick up the rifle. He'd held more than his fair share of ballistic accouterments, but never one like this. It almost seemed alive. And far heavier than it had any right to be. At least he could pick the damn thing up.
The pounding of feet drew Mutsu's attention away from the pile of limbs and towards the pair of destroyers approaching.
"We're sorry! We tried to-"
"No fair! She's not supposed to be that fast! Hax! I'm calling hax!" shouted Shimakaze indignantly, looking more irate than apologetic. "There's a limit to this magical baloney!"
"That's what you're worried about?" shot back Kawakaze.
"I have my priorities!"
"Girls. Girls. It's okay. No harm done." Mutsu raised her hands in a placating manner as she tried to not smile at their antics. Her eyes took on a glint of mischief. "Well, maybe to someone's pride~"
"Hmph!"
"Are we going to stand here like idiots and ignore the fact that Arizona just hit Pennsylvania with the best flying tackle I've ever seen?" Richardson thumbed over to the two standards. "And please tell me the reason Shigure isn't with you is because she's with Yamashiro."
"Ou!" Shimakaze saluted casually as she faced her Admiral. "Shiggy dragged Yama out of here the second Pennsy entered detection range."
"Yeah. Yamashiro looked really shaken up."
Richardson sighed.
Also, Pennsy? What?
"Alright girls, you two go help with the guests. I think we'll be able to handle things here." Mutsu gave the destroyers each a pat on the head after they gave her skeptical looks. Really, they should have some more confidence in her. She wasn't Jintsuu, but she wasn't incompetent. "Go on now. Maybe you'll earn some extra snacks."
"I really feel like I should let them be," remarked Richardson after Shimakaze and Kawakaze had made a break for the exit. He'd been on the giving and the receiving end of a reunion much like the two battleships were having. Not quite in the same manner, but he could appreciate it at the very least.
"You know we can't. Especially not those two."
"Yeah. You're right."
"Oh, but I'm always right~"
Richardson palmed his face in resignation. He'd been doing that a lot lately.
Mutsu merely giggled as she joined Richardson in marching towards Arizona and Pennsylvania.
What had been the makings of an avatar of violence and hate mere moments ago was currently being by smothered relentlessly by an icon of fury and loss. Neither looked remotely close to either description at the moment. Pennsylvania was the picture of bewilderment whilst Arizona was wearing an expression not a single living soul at Sasebo had ever seen.
"Pennsy. It's really you, Pennsy!" Arizona cried with a smile, embracing her elder sister tightly against her bust. She had sought Mutsu's advice and found it to be sound. And she had even told herself that she would keep it together regardless of who showed up. She would greet them with a smile and a warm embrace, but she would remain a proper example of a battleship. Even if it was her sister who answered the call.
That was what she had decided.
But when the great beyond had called her bluff, she simply could not hold back.
"A-Ari?" Pennsylvania's baffled voice could barely be heard over Arizona's. And being all but pinned beneath a battleship who was also crushing your face into her chest did not exactly make speaking much easier.
There was no possible way though.
Ari was dead.
Dead and gone in an execution by fire.
Her body savaged and stripped of anything useful that remained.
But the number of ships who would call her that name in their right mind was a very small number. And none dared after that morning. Not even the ones who had used it more freely than the giver. Sure, her crew did. But that was her crew.
And how could she mistake that shape? The same curves. The same belt. Just a hair taller than herself and missing an inch or so of beam to boot. It was like looking into a mirror. Or at least, a mirror into the past. A distant past. ...Were those cage masts? She could have sworn those were replaced in twenty-nine. And she still had that goofy range clock!
Something just didn't feel right though. She remembered Ari having better guns than this. And whole lot more anti-air.
And for that matter, she didn't exactly feel well off herself. She was supposed to stronger than this. Better in practically every possible way. And she certainly didn't have those silly torpedo tubes back when she closed her eyes for what should have been the last time. Ignoring the fact she actually had eyes now.
"Pffah! Ari!" exclaimed Pennsylvania with a gasp of air as she was finally able to pry herself out of her sister's bosom. "Ari, please let me up. And tell me what the devil is going on? Where's the Admiral?"
"O-Oh! My apologies. I lost myself for a moment." More than a moment, really. But here was her sister! Someone she hadn't seen in… nearly three quarters of a century. It wasn't until she felt a pair of hands attempting to find purchase on her sides that she realized she hadn't released her hold on Pennsylvania as requested. And yet she couldn't bring herself to let go.
"Arizona..." If Ari didn't let go, she'd have to go for the tickling. And she was merciless in a great many ways. Funny thing, tickling. Until this moment she never actually had the hands to do so. And yet she was plenty ready to assault her little sister with his newfound capacity.
Arizona's face turned bright red and she all but leaped from her perch atop the other battleship.
Pennsylvania merely shook her head and reached up to Arizona, silently requesting a hand up. As Arizona's gloved hand took hold of her own, her eyes widened in shock. She trailed her gaze up the arm with an increasing malevolence. Those scars. Those twisted, hateful marring of her little sister. She'd had no chance to lay eyes upon them until now.
"Pennsy?"
"What… What are those?" she growled out. Her hand tightened around Arizona's with such force that the warship nearly winced as the sound of groaning steel became audible.
Arizona cast a level gaze at the visible scars, but said nothing.
"Those. Are the wounds Ari suffered when she was sunk."
"Lieutenant Commander!"
Mutsu offered Arizona an apologetic smile before returning her attention to Pennsylvania, the smile transforming into the serious visage befitting her rank.
To her side, Richardson stood silently still carrying Pennsylvania's rifle with a practiced hand.
"She's not the only one. Others carry marks from their time afloat." Mutsu counted herself considerably fortunate that she was not one such ship. Her death had been violent on a level very, very few who had returned could comprehend. She could probably give Arizona a run for her money however. But unlike her, she doubted she could carry them with the same level of dignity. "But that's not really important right now, is it."
"No. It isn't." Arizona closed her grey eyes and drew in a deep breath to regain herself. She held it for a few moments before hauling her sister to her feet. When she opened her eyes, they were far sharper. Far more familiar to the ranks of Sasebo.
And far more alien to Pennsylvania.
But that smile creeping onto her little sister's face was all too familiar. Even if it was merely a shadow of the big, happy smiles she remembered. It was still the same smile. She didn't care about the fact they'd never been able to smile before. It was just as she believed in her memories.
Arizona saluted.
"Allow me to welcome you back, USS Pennsylvania." She lowered her hand and turned to Richardson. "Sir, I apologize for my actions earlier. They were..."
"Perfectly understandable given the situation." Without breaking his professional demeanor, he nodded in her direction. "And as I told the Lieutenant Commander, that was the best flying tackle I've ever seen."
Before Arizona could formulate any number of displeased responses and amidst Mutsu's poorly hidden laughter, Pennsylvania found her voice.
"What in the devil is going on here!?" she roared. She thrust a hand in Mutsu's direction furiously. "Why is a Jap battleship being called Lieutenant Commander by a United States Navy Admiral? Why are we in Japan to begin with? Why are you all making merry like a bunch of damned slackers? And why does he have my gun!?"
"Because you dropped it when Lieutenant Arizona sacked you like an Army quarterback?"
At that, Mutsu gave up any pretense of control and began laughing openly. If it wasn't for Richardson being close enough to act as a post, she probably would have fallen to the ground.
It only served to further infuriate the newly summoned battleship who was one good spark away from having her hair catch fire. Her hands clenched into fists as she snapped them to her sides in a display of open anger and frustration. Could they not take this seriously!? Had she been called up from the great beyond into a madhouse? And this man claimed to be an Admiral with such a lackadaisical command?
"What is wrong with you lunatics!?"
"Admiral, please." Arizona almost sounded pleading. Almost.
"Alright, fine. I'll cut the crap." He cleared his throat and straightened his back, still holding onto Pennsylvania's gun as he thumbed over to Mutsu. His XO was still fighting off the giggles but at least she was trying. Rather endearing, he would admit. "From the top. Lieutenant Commander Mutsu is an officer of the Japanese Maritime Self Defense Forces and the second of the Nagato-Class battleships. She's also my XO and formally recognized as such by the United States Navy. Mutsu also acts as the flagship for this fleet, so keep that in mind."
Mutsu saluted to the now confused, but still angry Pennsylvania.
"Second: we're in Japan because that's where we summoned you. We're fighting demons ships that turned back naval warfare seventy years. It's the age of the gun again and there's enough magic and spooky going on to turn the word upside down. You'll get a full debriefing along with a history lesson before you sortie."
Arizona stepped forward and sent a silent request to Richardson and Mutsu with a short nod.
"Go ahead."
"Pennsy." Arizona gently reached out to place a hand on her sister's arm in an effort to calm her. "I have not been here very long, but I can assure you that they take their duties seriously. They and all the members of this fleet. It is hard to believe at times, now for example, but they are an… extremely dedicated force."
"So they brainwashed you?" snarled Pennsylvania, hurt and disbelief in her fiery voice. "How? What with!?"
"My. That's not a very nice accusation to make. I suppose we'll just have to do to you what we did to Ari~" Mutsu's playful grin drew a growl from Pennsylvania, who looked ready to pounce on Richardson and take her gun back if only for the reason to have a weapon to bludgeon them with..
Arizona and Richardson sighed in unison.
"You did do something, you-!"
"We'll just have to smother you with love, friendship, and Jane's cooking~"
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Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
1. @DrexelDragonz, you've got a new subject for the dangling chibis.
2. I get the feeling I'm going to get along with this new battleship just fine. She's the Straight Man who can see how insane this all is.
From the hallways came the familiar rumbling, rolling thunder of a battleship at full speed.
"BUUUUUUUURNING LOOOOOOOOOOVE, DEEEEEEEEESS!"
And with that, Pennsylvania was treated to her second flying tackle that day, and Kongou set a world record for Guided Missile accuracy.
Glitchrr36
Slick's Short Company, CEO
- Location
- The Wastes
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Goto's face looks like suffering. There is no happiness in someone with that face.
Also, there good pic for Goto:
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
I thought that Goto looked like Goto from Patlabor...
- Location
- State of Denial
Come to the dark side, Pennsy, we have Janes cooking.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
At least until I corrupt her absolutely with Jane's cooking.
Pennsylvania: WHY!?
Kongou: Dess.
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Being Ari Pennsy is suffering.
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
"Why does everyone insist on ramming me!?!"
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio