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Harry Leferts said:
Or more cute Arizona and Jane!
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Jane tried to ignore Arizona as the battleship cleaned off her face with a warm wet cloth to get the icing off. Meanwhile, the little girl was examining their cake with a thoughtful nod. "Looks good! But now we need something to drink while we eat our cake..." Scrunching up her nose in a way that caused Arizona to fight back a coo, being as it would not be dignified for a ship of her standing to do so, Jane looked around before she turned to the much taller shipgirl. "Miss Arizona, do you like hot chocolate?"

Blinking at the seemingly random question, Arizona frowned a bit. "I don't... don't like it. Is that what you would like to have? Some hot chocolate?" At the nod, she began to reach for a can of powdered cocoa. "Then I suppose that would be fine."

A moment later though, Jane grabbed Arizona's wrist and shook her head. "Nope! Not that stuff, Miss Arizona, let's make some!" Then she pointed up at one of the cupboards. "There's a bag of chocolate bar squares there... could you get it for me? You're... um, taller then me..."

Softly smiling, Arizona easily took out the bag of chocolate bar squares and held up it. "Is this what you want?"

Nodding, Jane grinned back. "Yup! Oh! And we need brown sugar and cinnamon! Those are up there as well... I'll go get the milk and stuff."

Curious, Arizona turned around and grabbed the items in question and Jane placed some milk on the countertop along with a cutting board, butter knife, and a saucepan. Picking up the butter knife, Arizona frowned a bit. "A butter knife?"

With a huff, Jane crossed her arms across her chest. "Daddy doesn't want me using the sharp knives." Shaking her head, Jane turned back to the cutting board and opened one of the wrapped squares. "Now, first we cut these into tiny pieces..."

As she watched and listened to Jane's instructions, Arizona frowned a bit as she realized that Jane hadn't mentioned her mother nor had she even seen said woman around the base. 'I wonder where she is...' Joining in, the two made quick work of the chocolate squares and Arizona turned on the stove burner as Jane asked. "What do we do now?"

There was a large smile on Jane's face as she took the saucepan and filled it with milk. "Now we heat up the milk before we can add in the chocolate..." Once they began to add it, Jane stirred it for a little bit and then passed the spoon to Arizona. "Here, you try."

For several seconds, Arizona blinked before she looked at the saucepan and began to stir the now bubbling brown liquid while Jane added some brown sugar and cinnamon to it. Neither of the two noticed Mutsu hiding around the corner recording them...

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Sitting at the table with a large slice of the cake her and Jane had made with a mug of hot chocolate, with whipped cream on top as according to Jane you had to have whipped cream, Arizona picked up her fork. With a glance at Jane who was bouncing in anticipation, Arizona slowly took a bite sized piece and put it into her mouth. For several moments she chewed it before she stopped and Jane leaned forward. "Well?"

It was a slightly surprised Arizona who turned back to her. "It's... good." Taking a sip of the hot chocolate, Arizona licked the whipped cream on her lips and nodded. "And so is the hot chocolate."

Her eyes wide, Jane did the same thing before she closed her eyes and threw her hands into the air. "Then I pronounce our mission, a success!"

Softly smiling, Arizona turned back to her cake and continued to enjoy it as Jane chattered all sorts of things to her. Though the battleship did wonder exactly why it seemed to taste better then the ones she got in the mess.
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That's the power of love, Ari. :)
 
Goddammit guys. While I love the updates and all, compiling all this for the FFN version is going to be a pain.
 
Icywinter said:
Silly Ari, it's because you made it, and put your love into making it the best it could be.

The power of love is a curious thing,
It can make one shipgirl weep, another one sing,
Change a hawk into a white dove,
More than a feelin', that's the power of love!
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Old Iron said:
That's the power of love, Ari. :)
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Well, she's still learning now that she's somewhat human. But no worries, Jane will take up the cause to teach her.

Jane: *Nods with a serious expression, which only makes her look cute*
 
Alright, the latest part of Old Irons latest Arizona snippet, the Arizona-Jane Omake, and the latest part (which I notice still needs to be threadmarked and have been labelled "Jogging Gale" because I can't title) are all now up on FFN for your reading pleasure.
 
obssesednuker said:
Alright, the latest part of Old Irons latest Arizona snippet, the Arizona-Jane Omake, and the latest part (which I notice still needs to be threadmarked and have been labelled "Jogging Gale" because I can't title) are all now up on FFN for your reading pleasure.
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Thank you sirrah for your efforts. :)
 
obssesednuker said:
Alright, the latest part of Old Irons latest Arizona snippet, the Arizona-Jane Omake, and the latest part (which I notice still needs to be threadmarked and have been labelled "Jogging Gale" because I can't title) are all now up on FFN for your reading pleasure.
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*Sees the author note and winces* Ouch...

Edit: Though I suppose that you could have said something like "Running into a Gale" for a chapter title...
 
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I HAVE FINISHED VIGOROUSLY PENATRATING THE SHOWBOAT!!!
Who wants the video?
Also how do I put pics from my phone onto sv?
 
What was that people? You wanted more feels? Well, here's some more spaceshipgirls!
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Gale had her eyes closed as the hammock she was in, made out of materials to specifically hold a shipgirl's weight, as she reached for a handful of buttery popcorn from the massive bucket on her stomach. 'Ah...' Suddenly she opened her eyes to see a smiling Kirishima watching her, which caused Gale to blush a bit. "Sorry about that... I was watching a movie."


Not having expected that, Kirishima blinked for a moment. "Movie?"

Reaching up, Gale tapped the side of her head with a grin. "Being what I am, I'm able to hook myself up to the net and watch movies in my head. No need for a screen or anything like that."

That caused Kirishima to chuckle and shake her head. "Now that's rather useful I suppose." Her smile then faded as she sighed. "I... just want to apologize if it seemed that I was avoiding you. I just wanted to give Wash-chan some time alone with you..." For a moment, it seemed like Kirishima was deep in thought as she played with the carbon nanotube rope of the hammock. "Wash-chan... took your death very hard. Not to say that I didn't grieve myself, but for her..."

Concerned, Gale reached up and took Kirishima's hand in her own after wiping the grease off. "How bad...?"

A sigh escaped from the Japanese battleship as she looked off in the distance. "She got back to something normal after almost five years, but for that first year... well, she physically looked terrible and unkept." That caused Gale's eyes to widen as she tried to imagine it, but couldn't. "Wash-chan just went through the motions and it took both myself and Pennsylvania to pull her out."

Running her other hand through her hair, Gale sighed as she squeezed her eyes shut. "And I can't imagine that the way that you know doubt discovered that I had passed on helped..."

Slowly, Kirishima shook her head as she thought back to her and Wash waking up to the fact that Gale had died in the night. "No... it didn't." Taking a deep breath, Kirishima let it out slowly as she buried the memory again, taking comfort in how Gale was now back and holding her hand. "It wasn't until five years later that something happened which finally pulled Wash out of her grief." Seeing the curious expression on Gale's face, Kirishima smiled and adjusted her glasses. "The amulets that we wear that allow us to be away from the ocean were first released. As soon as she found out, Wash-chan went and got the two of us some."

Now really curious, Gale sat up and blinked a bit. "Okay... I'll bite. How did that help Wash?"

The smile on Kirishima's face grew. "Well, the next thing I knew was that Wash-chan was either spending all her time on the computer or out. It was not until three months later that I discovered why when she pulled up the driveway in one of those... RVs, I suppose. But modified to be used by Kanmusu." Seeing the confusion, Kirishima giggled. "It turns out that Wash-chan had dipped into her savings to buy it and wanted to take me out on a road trip... for the next year the two of us journeyed across the state of Nevada and taking in all the sights."

Her eyes wide, Gale connected the dots. "She took a trip across my home state..."

Nodding, Kirishima shook her head in remembrance. "Wash-chan... she wanted to see the place that you grew up and lived for most of your young life. That you told us so many stories about. We must have spent two weeks in your hometown at least, just taking in everything... After that trip, she was so much better, like a weight was off her shoulder. Though something was still missing..." Kirishima's eyes seemed to shine as she squeezed the spaceshipgirl's hand. "... Something that is no longer missing."

All that got her was a blush from Gale, though there was a slight smile there as well.
 
Dammit... Damn you, Feels Train. Damn you...

And I kept playing 'Wheel in the Sky' in my head for some reason. Made it even worse...
 
More spaceshipgirls for you:
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Gale was going through some of her Yoga exercises, even being a spaceshipgirl didn't mean that she let up on them. Not that her observer minded all that much that Gale was still doing her exercises. A moment later though, the former human opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. "You know that staring at me will make me self-conscious, Wash, right?"

The battleship simply smiled a bit and kept her eyes on Gale, though there was some redness in her cheeks. "That's what you always tell me..." Suddenly she grinned. "Though you never really complain."

With a slight smirk, Gale shook her head as she put one foot behind her neck. Ignoring the hiss from Wash, as well as the distant scratching of a pencil on paper, Gale cleared her throat. "You know, I've been reading some things. I got to admit, the more that things seem to change, the more that they stay the same." Feeling the curiosity from the other Kanmusu, Gale continued. "Apparently the List is still being added to."

As she winced, Wash coughed a bit. "Yes, well... you know what happens when military personnel get bored..."

Her lips twitching, Gale nodded best she could as she shifted to another pose. "I do... though I'm looking at an odd one. 'Spaceshipgirls are not to drop comets anymore on Pluto.' 'No, Pluto is not going to grow big and strong by eating them into a real planet.' 'Kuiper Belt Princess does not appreciate it in the slightest.'" Turning her head, Gale raised one eyebrow. "I'm sorry but... there's actual Space Abyssals out there!?"

Wash took a seat and then patted beside her. Raising her eyebrow, Gale took the invitation and walked over before sitting next to the battleship. "It's... complicated." Looking up at the ceiling, Wash frowned. "For years, there had been reports of strange sightings and then, three years after you died, the first one was really encountered. We call her 'Galactic Ghoul Princess'. She had apparently been responsible for all the failed probe missions to other planets where the probes just... disappeared. She was snatching them and hiding them away."

That caused Gale to blink. "Ooookay... that's a bit wierd. And this... Kuiper Belt Princess?"

Raising a finger, Wash waved it around. "It hasn't really been confirmed if she exists or not outside of Belter stories but... considering the sheer amount of times that the explorer ship, deGrasse seemed to get hit by objects every time she came close to Pluto, people have accepted her existence."

For a moment, Gale attempted to hold back a snicker before she coughed. "Um, is that ship named for that guy who helped Pluto get demoted?" At the nod, Gale burst into giggles as she leaned into Wash. "Oh... that is just rich!" A second later, she her eye widened as she let out a squeak as Wash pulled her close. "Eep!"

As she hummed, Wash nuzzled the smaller Kanmusu's hair. "Mmm... though even I'll admit that the few Space Abyssals are rather... odd. They seem more to be left alone then anything else and from what I've seen, people even wonder if they're based on human ships like the Abyssals we fought in the war."

That caused Gale to blink and look up at Wash with a frown. "Are... are you telling me that these ones might be based on alien ships?"

While she nodded, Wash frowned. "The obvious human ones in the files are ones who have used nuclear weapons, railguns, and coilguns... but there's ones who are more exotic. No one is taking chances just in case though."

Frowning, Gale looked off into the distance. "So that was why I was summoned."

Next thing she knew, Wash tightened her hold on her. "No, that's far from it." Once Gale had turned back to her, Wash continued. "It's become something of a tradition to summon a ship from the ether when possible. It's seen as a second chance for the ship's soul to live again. Though the military does see it as a bonus as the ships that come back have all the firepower as well as the accumulated experience of their crews and commanders. We're also somewhat easier in regards to upkeep. And with everything that happened... better be safe then sorry."

With a nod, Gale frowned a bit. "Makes sense..."

Suddenly, Gale found herself on her back as Wash leaned down and pinned her. "But let's get onto other matters. Such as the fact that you know what seeing you do Yoga in those Yoga pants does to me..."

A growl escaped from Gale moments before she smirked. "I do."

That was all the answer that Wash needed.
 
"Steve I think the shipgirl habitation ring gyros are on the fritz, I have a repeating shudders going on for the last two hours."
 
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Part 33d: The one where Naka does a horrible horrible thing
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    It was almost sunset when Jersey finally walked back into her so-American-you-must-salute-it room. Her belly was full to bursting with warm, spicy ramen, and her pockets were bulging—metaphorically speaking. Her faries were far to good at managing her stowage to let a few models disturb her shapley silhouette. It'd taken her a solid two hours to find everything she wanted.

    Well, no that was a lie. It took her all of ten seconds to determine that she wanted one of absolutely everything in the store, but she really didn't want to explain to Williams why she'd dropped several million yen—whatever that was in Freedom money—on models and toys. Eventually, she narrowed her selections down to just a few choice items.

    She was fully ready to go when a Myoukou-class heavy cruiser burst in from the back room and demanded Kirishima join her for a round of "Forty-K." The Japanese battleship put up the kind of resistance Jersey would've expected from the Italians, and left Jersey to her own devices.

    That suited Jersey just fine. Miwaza was pleasant to talk to,and there was an abundance of naval history fans crowding the model shop eager to talk or get their picture taken. The battleship got halfway though debating the merits of Naka's turret placement when her stomach let out an undignified growl.

    With Kirishima still occupied with her miniatures, Jersey'd planned on taking the train back to Yokosuka for an early dinner. Which would've been fine if everything wasn't written in moon-moon runes. Eventually, Jersey settled for a tasty-smelling Ramen shop and parked her ass in the first empty seat she found.

    Several hours and about half a ton of Ramen later Kirishima finally turned up and—between bouts of profuse apologies—lead Jersey back to the train station. A short ride—and nap—later, and the battleship was back in her temporary home.

    Which brought Jersey back to where she was now. Burrowing ever deeper into the fluffy blankets covering her bed. The fabric felt amazing against skin chilled by hours in the open air. Some part of her suspected Kongou'd stuffed the blanket in the dryer while she was out. It felt that warm and comfy. Yeah, she had shit to get done… but it could wait. At least for a few-

    "Jersey!" something fast, loud, and distinctly Taffy-shaped slammed into Jersey's stern at flank speed. The girl's voice was quivering with unmidigated fear, something very unbecoming of a destroyer. "Jersey, I need your help!"

    The battleship rolled onto her back, her radars warming up as she made a complete tactical analysis of the area.

    All three Taffies were standing at the end of the bed, their little faces white as sheets as they stared up at the battleship with eyes that teetered on the verge of outright tears. Judging by the streaks down Hoel's face, she'd already succumbed to whatever the hell it was that had the girls so scared.

    Jersey scowled. Who ever did this was going down. "What happened?"

    "We-" Hoel sniffed, rubbing at her ruddy nose with the back of her hand. "We were playing games in Naka's room."

    "And- and we were kinda hogging the computer," added Heermann with a very quiet whimper.

    "And she said she was-" Johnston's voice cracked and the destroyer flung her arms around Jersey's waist, sobbing uncontrollably into the battleship's stomach.

    "She said she was gonna go do sudoku!" said Hoel, sprinting over to join the cuddle puddle crying into Jersey's shirt. "We were so into the game… I didn't think about what she said until she was already gone."

    Johnston nodded. A loud, wet sniff slipped from her nose as she squeezed Jersey's waist even tighter.

    The battleship blinked. Then she blinked again. Then she burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Her mouth cracked into an incandescent smile, and she'd have fallen square onto her ass if there weren't two destroyers clamped around her waist like buttresses.

    "'s not funny!" moaned Heermann, "She could be out there right now, cutting herself with that sword!"

    Johnston and Hoel chimed in with a moaning cry. "We're sorry!"

    "Kiddos…" Jersey shook her head, walking over to her dresser with as much grace as she could with two destroyers sobbing into her stuffed tummy. "Do you know what sudoku is?"

    Hoel nodded. "'s when a Jap thinks she's failed."

    "And she guts herself," finished Johnston. "We didn't mean to make miss Naka mad!"

    "Oh for fuck's sake," said Jersey, her mouth still stuck in a lopsided smile despite her best efforts. "THIS," she grabbed a little booklet from her bedside table, "this is sudoku."

    "Wha?" Heermann flipped though the book, her nose scrunching up like an accordion as she buried it in the pages. "It's just little squares and numbers."

    "Yeah," said Jersey, "You gotta fill them up so they all have the numbers one to nine. Or some shit."

    Johnston sniffed. "R-really?"

    The battleship nodded, giving each destroyer a quick kiss on the top of their heads, "Really."

    "So…" Hoel gulped, wiping her bleary eyes with the hem of Jersey's shirt. "We didn't do anything bad?"

    Jersey shook her head, "No, kiddos." She smiled, waving for Heermann to join the impromptu cuddle puddle, "You did good coming to me as soon as you realized something was up. Even if… something actually wasn't up."

    Heermann pulled herself up onto Jersey's bed, snuggling up next to her sisters on Jersey's belly. "For real?"

    "Yes, for real," said Jersey. "Damn, you girls really need to read a dictionary sometime."

    "We tried," said Hoel.

    "Not enough pictures," said Johnston.

    Jersey rolled her eyes. She could tell the destroyers were still shaken. She could feel Johnston quivering against her flank as the little destroyer cuddled up against her breast. Hoel wasn't doing better, her breath was shallow as she did her very best to become one with her sister. Heermann was doing better, if for no other reason than that she had one entire side of Jersey all to herself—not to mention one entire Iowa-class breast for her pillow.

    "Tell you what," said Jersey, "Why don't you go get changed for bed, then we'll watch a movie together once Sammy and White get back."

    "R-really?" mumbled Hoel.

    "Really," said Jersey, her fingers lightly brushing up and down her destroyers' quivering backs. "Of course… you'll probably have to sleep here."

    "I-I think we could do that," said Johnston, smiling weakly as she burrowed her face deeper into the battleship's soft bosom.

    Jersey smiled back. She squeezed at Johnston's little waist for a second before letting her arm flop back against her horribly mussed blanket. As comfortable as a fresh-out-of-the-dryer blanket was, it was like laying on a bed of rusty razor blades compared to a cuddle-puddle of destroyers. "Alright, up you go," she said, trying to convince herself as much as anyone.

    "Awww… do we have to?" moaned Heermann.

    "You girls have to get changed," said Jersey, ruffling Heermann's hair before planting a kiss on her forehead. "And I need a shower."

    Johnston's tear-streaked face split into a smile. "Can I-"

    "No, you may not," said Jersey, aiming a playfull swat at the lewd little girl's nose.

    "Aww…"

    "I mean it!" said Jersey, waving the girls off with a giggle most unbecoming of a battleship her size, "Git!"

    "Okay," the three taffy sisters shuffled off the battleship's bed with as little speed as their turbines could manage. Heermann was the last to leave, and she darted back for a parting hug and whispered, "Thanks, J" before she too left the room and closed the door behind her.

    Jersey's face was still stuck in a smile from the sodoku incident as she sized up her outfit. Her shirt was soaked though with salty taffy tears, and there was a distinct musk of noodles and beef clinging to her body.

    The battleship quickly peeled off her soaking shirt and tossed it in the general direction of her dirty-laundry hamper. The rest of her clothing followed a few moments later, and she hopped into her private shower and spun the hot-water tap as far north as it would go.

    The borderline-scalding saltwater felt amazing against her skin. She might be nominally shipshape, but her skin was still fresh from her last stay in the repair docks. Jersey didn't want to stress it while her replacement equipment was still being shaken down. Besides, she'd be deploying in a few days—if not sooner. Better take advantage of the luxuries while you still have them.

    After about a half-hour, the water was starting to chill. Her cue to get out and be a grow-ass battleship. Jersey didn't bother toweling off, her skin was bone dry by the time she stepped out of the stall, and her hair followed suit by the time she reached her dresser.

    One pair of impossibly soft, loose-fitting pajama pants and a "Back to Back World War Champs" tank-top later, the battleship was decent again. She was ready for-

    She checked her watch, silently counting off the seconds to herself. Four. Three. Two. One.

    "MOVIE TIME!" The taffies plus White and Sammy exploded though the door, every one of them dressed in matching pajamas—even if the Fletcher-class destroyers were the only ones who'd ripped the sleeves off. All five girls pounced on Jersey for a hug, burring their noses in her stomach.

    "What're we watching?" asked Hoel.

    "Top Gun?" half-asked half-pleaded White.

    "Nope, better," said Jersey, walking to her television as gracefully as she could with five shipgirls hanging off her waist. "I'm going to show you a little movie called Star Wars."
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    A/N: probably going to be the last update before Christmas, have a merry one, everybody!

    HOT SLICK AND LONLEY GG FRM I-19 TO COMINCH INFO ABYSSAL TF SPOTTED. APPROX SIX BATTLESHIPS ESCORTING ICEBERG. AM I SEEING THINGS? RR LEWDMARINES GONE WILD
     
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    • Harry Leferts said:
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    Nice little addition to the spaceshipgirls omakes. We're getting into some really weird Abyssals here. Alien ships and all. And Kuiper Belt Princess? Galactic Ghoul Princess? A ship called the deGrasse? I'm cracking up here. XD

    Also: Lewd. So very lewd~
    Icywinter said:
    GALE STOP BEING SEXY
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    GALE WILL NEVER STOP BEING SEXY.
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    I would bet money, Freedom Money as Jersey so put it, that was Ashigara who hauled off Kirishima. Makes me wonder just what armies the two have decided on playing. Our theories and ramblings from pages agao aside. Also, nice little jab there. XD

    Methinks Jersey has a new buddy in Miwaza though. Even if he's had hardly any lines, I have the feeling those two could just ramble on and on about the differences in the models and how some are way closer to the original than others. The line about Naka's turret is something I feel like she'd like to have a bit of a say in. :D

    Good spicy ramen is hard to find in my experience. Jersey's lucky she can get some right and fresh from a food stall. And How did that ramen shop survive a Jersey binge? Or are they just used to serving shipgirl portions. XD

    The entire sequence with the Taffies freaking out over the mixup between 'sudoku' and 'seppuku' was adorable. Thinking they've made some terrible terrible mistake and wanting to do everything they can to fix it. They really are just kids even if they're also severeal thousand tons of All-American DD. And if Johnston is lewd far beyond her years. The line about the dictionary really helped drive the mental age gap home.

    And that was sweet of Kongou to fluff Jersey's sheets. :)

    A short time ago in a naval base far far away...
    Williams: I feel a disturbance in the Force...

    Also: I see what you did there. :drevil:

    And even if it is a day early, I do say Merry Christmas to all!
     
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