My pet theory is that when the war is over, the girls try and hold on to life, but as the years pass and their friends and family push forward in life, they slow down. Each day gets a little harder, their steel more stiff and boilers more ornery.

Kongou would be the first, I imagine. Her daughters and granddaughters would be peaceful, the war over, Goto passed on. It would be a short talk to her own grandmother, Mikasa, before Kongou herself would lay herself down to rest on the concrete and stone in the plaza, Goto's ashes resting at the foot of her glass tomb. Mothballed, asleep for decades or centuries, she would rest there waiting for her time to come again. Across the world, ships would go to rest in their hallowed halls, their ferrous reminders dotting the land with their loved ones last remains serving as guards of honor, no matter the form.

When the Abyss returns, so will they. Until then, they will rest the sleep of heroes, sure that their next awakening will be for the entry to their next battle.

I played with the concept of putting shipgirls in a suspended state in a snippet.

It was a xover into Warhammer 40k, with Primarch Dorn finding the girls when the suspension equipment failed.

GEOM was their admiral for thousands of years, ever since he called them to duty to defeat the Abyssals shortly after WW2.
 
Wash seemed to enjoy it though, judging by the way her tongue danced when they kissed.

Hello, Ambulance? Those butterflies in my belly? They've evolved into jet fighters doing somersaults!

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" Cameron nuzzled her nose with his, and took a second to admire how stunningly pretty the girl's face looked with her shimmering snow-white hair framing it. Alaska's smile was as derpy as ever, but somehow that just made her prettier.

Alaska just giggled.

Cameron moved his hand to cradle the back of her head. Her hair glittered like new-fallen snow, and it was impossibly soft against his skin. "I… we're back at base. I have to let you go now."

"Okay," Alaska nodded.

"You, uh…" Cameron was thankful her eyes were still blissfully shut. He didn't think it was possible to blush this red. "You want a parting kiss?"

"Mmmhm," Alaska nodded.

Cameron closed his eyes and leaned in. She might not be as busty as Atago, but when her chest kissed his, he wouldn't have traded the feeling for anything in the world. Her lips were cool starkly calm when they touched his. It was like kissing a quiet winter evening, but with the tiniest hint of warm marshmallow.

The cruiser's hands wrapped around his waist as she held him close. She nibbled at his lip for a moment, then pulled away. "Mmm…" she purred and let her head rest against his.

"Uh…" Cameron gulped. "I… yeah."

"Heh," Alaska's sea-blue eyes flickered open and she smiled at him. "I liked that."

"Me too."

Hello, Ambulance? Yeah, those butterfly-turned-jet fighters I told you about? Put your foot down, they just turned into Saturn V rockets!

"Tell him…" Jersey's lips split in a wicked grin. "If he doesn't lay his keel in Mutsu's slipway, the poor girl's gonna blow. Again."

Jane giggled. She knew enough about ships to know what that meant. Her little sister was on the way! Hopefully her dad would be able to figure out his part. He was a people, not a ship. Jane was pretty sure he didn't have a keel. "Okay!"

Hello Ambulance?! Where the hell are you?! My butterflies-turned-jet-fighters-turned-Saturn-V's have just skipped Zefram Cochrane and now I've got the freaking USS Enterprise doing Warp 9 in my belly!

What? NOOOOO, not Yvonne Swanson, Captain Kirk's Enterprise NCC-1701!

WAT? NOOOOOOOOO, not the shipgirl, she doesn't even exist!

Oh crap... it just found a Klingon Battlecruiser...

AMBULANCCEEEEEEEE!!!
 
Well, I never specified numbers of classes, just hull type. That said, though, destroyers are like cookies. You never build just one- you make a batch. And when they get done with the oven, you make another batch, right up until you run out of batter, ingrediants for batter, and wood for the oven.
I now have a picture of hundreds of DDs climbing out of Mutsu's "spillway" clown car style.
 

I am now going to track this book down - it's on a shelf somewhere - and read it because I realize I have a science-mammoth deficiency in my life at the moment.

Alaska decided she would hug that woman.
This sounds like a solid course of action for best large cruiser bote.

"Um…" The large cruiser blushed. "How do I wife?"
Oh wow, girl moves fast. I mean, it's not like she's finding out because it's a nebulous possibility in the future - she does them because she needs, or thinks she needs, them.

Our little girl is growing up. It feels like only last year she was beginning her own quest...

She didn't act like any mama Jane had ever met, but she was too protective to be a sister.
Aunt-bote? Aunt-bote.

The Iowa was definitely purring.
Cat-bote? Is Jersey secretly a blimp?

Evidence that Jersey is a cat grows...
 
Ya know, all the discussion of it recently makes me want to nail down how a shipgirl pregnancy relates to a regular pregnancy and the mechanics/stages of it.
 
Ya know, all the discussion of it recently makes me want to nail down how a shipgirl pregnancy relates to a regular pregnancy and the mechanics/stages of it.

Shipgirl appetite + bizarre pregnancy food cravings = Kitchen Calamities with Jane (Kids are experts at coming up with foods that look like Akane Tendo made it, but are surprisingly tasty)


And that's only most famous example.

No, shipgirls + Christmas Cake can ONLY end like this:
 
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You know what they say about denial~

It's a river in Africa? :V

I played with the concept of putting shipgirls in a suspended state in a snippet.

It was a xover into Warhammer 40k, with Primarch Dorn finding the girls when the suspension equipment failed.

GEOM was their admiral for thousands of years, ever since he called them to duty to defeat the Abyssals shortly after WW2.

I remember that. It was a damn good snippet and I really wish it was continued.
 
And that's only most famous example.

That's also the most politically-inclined example. Japan wanted to build more Shimikaze class destroyers, but things like getting bombed twice a day and four times on Sunday puts a stiff damper on construction of finicky things like high-pressure boilers.
 
That's also the most politically-inclined example. Japan wanted to build more Shimikaze class destroyers, but things like getting bombed twice a day and four times on Sunday puts a stiff damper on construction of finicky things like high-pressure boilers.
That, and her machinery plant alone costing more than an entire Shigure-class destroyer ready for war...
 
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