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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]

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Strypgia said:
Wait, wait, wait.... The Mods read this?!
Shit shit shit!
~ frantically hides his stash ~
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*heavy russian accent* I am definatly patriotic American journalist and can say with absolute certainty that there is no videotape with Strypgia and Baltic Fleet submarines. */heavy russian accent*


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Pennsy was by her side, but beyond hull-form and armament, the two battleships had nothing in common. Arizona was a peace-time warrior. She'd lived her days as a quiet promise that the ravages of war would never again blight the earth, and she'd died in an instant of fire and steel that'd shattered the idly image of American isolationism and forged it anew into resolute fury.

But Pennsy… the standard was less battleship and more incarnation of anger and loss. She'd shot herself to pieces in a vain attempt to avenge Arizona's loss, but every round burning though her rifles only stoked the fire of her desperate hate. Arizona wouldn't—couldn't bring herself to open herself to Pennsy. She wanted to, but she couldn't treat the standard as anything more than a fellow ship under the stars and stripes.
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theJMPer said:
"I…" Arizona stopped to gather her words. "How should I deal with someone… with whom I can't relate." She cut herself of just before adding "anymore."

But if Jersey knew who she was talking about, she didn't show it. "Ari, you're a fucking battleship. A fucking standard battleship."

"Yes?" Arizona gave her a look. "and?"

"You… we… fucking…" Jersey sighed. "Battleships don't fucking back down. Ever. You find what's right, and you plunk your over-armored ass down on it and fucking dare everyone else to move you."

"Right," Arizona nodded. It was the answer she'd expected—more or less. She didn't consider her derriere to be over-anything. She had exactly the right level of plump in her aft, thank you very much. Unfortunately, it didn't exactly bode well when the subject of her query was another, equally stubborn battleship.

"And get some pie," added Jersey.

"Pardon?"

"Pie." Jersey waved her hands in a circle. "Get some pie in her fucking belly. Literally fucking no one can be that mad with a belly full of apple pie."

Arizona smiled. She wouldn't have thought of that. But she did happen to know of a certain Admiral's daughter who loved to bake. "Of course. Thank you, commander."
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Aside from the upcomming action and the Wash/Gale shenanigans, this upcomming talk is what I'm looking foreward to the most. I hope Arizona will be able to make Pennsylvania see reason.
 
Double post I know but I don't do it very often and well an Omake should cut me a little bit of slack... right...?

Omake: Vive l'amérique

Vice Admiral Williams surveyed the shipgirl in front of him. The same who had filled the summoning chamber just hours earlier. She was, intriguing to say the least. All the Americans who had been summoned thus far were clearly of one design and purpose, be it battleship, destroyer, cruiser, etc. The same was true for the Japanese. (Shinano, despite her battleship upperworks, was clearly a carrier) Only the Royal Navy's Furious, with that oversized gun on her flight deck, was the exception to that. But she paled in comparison to the utter complexity of this girl.

She was a combination of several designs. She carried an aviator's bow but lacked a flight deck. Instead her decks were composed of a mixture of massive sized luxuries and at least several large gunmounts. Her reddish-brown hair was braided down the center, the rest tucked behind her ears. The blouse she had on did nothing to hide her massive upperworks. She was well formed, extremely curvaceous even in shipgirl terms. Williams could already see the human woman and even some of his own shipgirls throttling her as they attempted to discover the secret of such curves. SMSB could only take the unnatural beauty so far right... right...? Oh and on top of all this, she's French! Well, is, was... Williams felt his sanity draining away just thinking about it. So she was summoned in America, identified herself as American but is clearly French in looks, charm, speech etc. Not too unlike Prinz Eugan come to think of it but anything relating to that girl and her habits he'd mercilessly shoved onto Gale, only hearing the essentials. Ever since she teamed up with Frisco and Lou, the three had been right terrors. When they weren't at sea, they could be found scheming or actively pranking usually with Taffy 3 in tow or sometimes acting as ringleaders. Williams shut down that train of thought before it took him places where his mind really didn't want to go at the moment. Because just the mental image of the last prank... Gah! He needed a drink! Right now!! But first, to deal with the shipgirl in front of him.

"Lafayette."

"Sir." Though lacking experience, one could not fault her for her military discipline. Unlike most shipgirls he knew *cough*NewJersey*cough* Lafayette was exceptionally proper. She could almost be considered Washington's twin in that regard.

"Has Yeoman Gale briefed you on recent events?" He asked.

"Let's see. I know ze year is 2017, zere are very dangerous and deadly creatures zat you call Abyssals out at sea zat have been terrorizing ze world. And nations like America have been recruiting zeir own girls from WW2 to boost zeir depleted forces and fight back. Am I right, sir?"

"To the letter." He replied. "You're taking this better than I expected, Lafayette."

She nodded. "Zank you sir."

"Just one question." He began, noticing how she stiffened to an even straighter stance than before, if that was possible.

"You want to know why I came back to America when America was ze country zat destroyed me ze first time." She finished for him.

"On target as usual." He sighed.

"To answer your question Admiral, yes you destroyed me. But not on purpose, I know. You were try-ing to give me a chance to save my country. France is, not more than a distant memory for me now. I had, come to accept in New York zat I would likely never see its shores again. If zat remains the case, so be it. Even if it is not, I am a United States Ship. I announced myself as such when I arrived here. And I will serve in whatever capacity you see fit to put me in Admiral."

Surprised, and a bit stunned by her speech, Williams took his time responding. "Lafayette, welcome aboard."

She looked so happy, she could have cried. "Thank you Admiral!"

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She was young, so young when it all ended for her.

Her nation was in jeopardy as the storm swept across Europe, devouring her beloved homeland hill by hill, tree by tree. There was only one safe haven she could go to. A friend that would always welcome the stragglers, the poor, the weak, the afraid, the refugee...

And they did. New York welcomed her with open arms, the people's hearts and thoughts warm towards her. Warm thoughts, warm feelings...

And then that warmth became a blaze.

She was to be converted. To become one of them. To help fight the evil reign that had her country in its grasp. And she longed to fight but it was not to be.

The fire consumed her, leaving a lifeless corpse to be left to rot in the harbor in which it fell. Until war's end.

GENERAL QUARTERS! GENERAL QUARTERS!

The sound of her cloister bell broke through her slumber like a thunderclap! She could hear it, feel it! Hundreds of voices begging for her to return.

ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!!

And why shouldn't she? She was a mix of many things, but was united in courage, loyalty, and commitment. Her new country needed her and she would answer the call! She would see her enemies wither before her might, the fire in her heart rekindled. Or she would die trying!

"USS Lafayette AP-53 reporting. Vive l'amérique!"


 
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*Furious

Formidable is the armored-carrier with a melted helmet. Furious is the carrier that got summoned with a derp-gun that fires heavier shells than Mushi's.
 
Viper5delta said:
Could you post a link to where you got that if you can? I believe you, I just want to read about the gun.
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Wikipedia is your friend.
Glitchrr36 said:
Formidable was originally a Battlecruiser with two single mount 18" guns,which were removed when she was converted to a carrier. Somehow she has those now, and her flight deck
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Because at one point, she had the flight deck and one of the guns. During construction they decided to replace the forward turret for a hangar with a flight deck roof.
 
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    • Yeoman Gale wasn't pregnant. She knew she wasn't pregnant, and she knew she couldn't be pregnant.

    For one thing, Wash was a woman. A stunningly beautiful woman with a rack that seemingly never had the laws of gravity properly explained to it and hips that could kill from twenty miles away, yes. A woman who was the risen spirit of a warship, yes. But still, a Woman. Gale was a sailor, and as such she knew everything there was to know about sodomy. And she knew there was no possible scenario where two women could get one pregnant.

    But even if, somehow, though some sparkly shipgirl magic Wash could have knocked her up, it hadn't happened. Gale hadn't done anything with the warship beyond some somewhat intensive cuddling. And while she had given the battleship's main battery a pretty through white-glove inspection… that was it. Wash had never even taken her skirt off.

    They'd made out at best.

    There was no sex.

    Ergo, Wash couldn't have gotten her pregnant. Even shipgirl magic couldn't make babies without sex happen.

    Besides, what seemed like every sonar-equipped ship in the western hemisphere had listened to her belly—some, like sweet little England had even asked permission. And all of them confirmed she wasn't pregnant.

    Well…

    The confirmed they couldn't confirm that she was pregnant. Which in Gale's opinion was essentially the same thing. It gave her some sliver of hope and sanity to cling to in the living sanity-draining hell that was living with shipgirls.

    Of course, that didn't make standing before her Admiral's desk any less heart-attack inducing.

    "Yeoman," Williams leaned back in his chair, his face an unreadable mask nestled behind a palisade of knit fingers. "Have a seat."

    Gale gulped, and tired to ignore the way her belt bit into her stomach. It was just post-holiday fat. That was all. "I'd… I'd rather stand, sir."

    "In your condition?" William's eyebrow arched up a fraction.

    Gale stared to grin, but her Admiral's face was as stony as ever. It wasn't a joke. Or… or was it? Maybe? Gale's heart rate reached levels never before conceived by human thought, and her mouth was suddenly as dry as month-old beef jerky. "S-sir?" she stammered.

    Williams just nodded at the sailor's belly.

    "N-no," Gale blushed. "I'm… sir," she bit her lip and clenched her hands to keep them from shaking. "I'm not pregnant."

    "Really?" Williams sighed. Without so much as a glimmer of emotion entering his stoic visage, the admiral pivoted to his computer and typed away.

    "S-sir?" Gale's curiosity got the better of her. Besides, she couldn't exactly dig herself any deeper.

    "Telling Goto the bet's still on." Williams gave Gale the tiniest of smirks.

    "Bet?" said Gale meekly.

    "Above your paygrade," said the Admiral. "Which brings me to this situation with you and the lieutenant commander."

    Gale had a thousand excuses. Wash was a vital naval asset, and maintaining her morale was paramount to national security. The battleship had come onto her first, and Gale wasn't exactly in position to turn her down. Not without breaking the poor girl's heart, and who knows what that could do to her fighting performance.

    But she voiced none of them. Whatever the excuse… Gale trusted her Admiral. He was an honest man, he always had been. Trying to shirk her failings would only earn his ire. "Sir."

    "CNO's waived all shipgirl relations unless, in the base CO's opinion, they start causing problems." Williams recited the prophet of SECNAV's order from memory. "This…" he motioned vaguely at Gale, "Isn't causing a problem, is it?"

    Gale shook her head. "No, sir."

    "I don't care," said Williams. "Relations between officers and enlisted are against regs for a reason, and I won't have them on my base."

    "Sir," Gale nodded. It'd be a lie to say she wasn't upset. She'd spent one perfect weekend with the battleship, having to go back to being nothing more than friends… It would hurt, Gale knew that.

    But upset as she was, the sailor wasn't quite mad. She knew her Admiral, respected him. He had his own, very good reasons for his decision. He was a good man, and she was proud to serve under him.

    Williams stared at her for a moment, then a smirk crossed his craggy features. "On an entirely unrelated note," he said. "You've been pulling far beyond your weight, I think it's past time that was recognized."

    "Sir?" Gale blinked.

    "Chief Warrant Officer two," Williams tossed her a folder. "You've earned it, Gale."

    The sailor beamed as she skimmed though the paperwork. "S-sir… thank you."

    "Gale."

    "Sir?"

    "With your promotion comes a commensurate increase in pay," said the Admiral. "I expect you to take Wash somewhere nice."

    Gale squealed in a most undignified way. "Thank you, sir."

    "That was an order," Williams smiled at her.

    "Understood sir," Gale couldn't keep a dopey grin off her face.

    "Dismissed."

    —|—|—​

    Alaska hummed to herself as she piled the placid waters of the Mexican Gulf. She couldn't remember most of the words—other than something about cashews and fruit—and it was too beautiful of a day to go fishing for her phone to check. She just knew that she liked the melody, and she couldn't wait to share it with Akron.

    She only saw the Airship for a few hours every couple of patrols, but there was something about the enormous airgoing carrier that never failed to make Alaska smile. Akron spent all of her time in the air alone, and Alaska could tell she was hurting for someone to talk to. But… she was also just that nice to chat with.

    Also, part of Alaska really wanted to hug her, but her arms weren't long enough to reach. Which was a shame, because she looked soooo cuddly. Like a living plushie with little kitty ears.

    Maybe someday, after the war'd ended, she could have a sleep over with the carrier. But for now, Alaska had to content herself with chatting and swapping internet songs.

    "'Laska?" Atago pulled up abreast with a sunny smile almost as radiant as the beaming midday sun.

    "Hey, 'tago." Alaska smiled back, and lazily tacked a few degrees to port.

    "So…" Atago closed her eyes and let the sea breeze wash though her blonde hair. She had really pretty hair, Alaska thought she was really lucky to be friends with someone as pretty—not to mention kind and huggable—as Atago. "You made plans for a second date?"

    "Uh…" Alaska blushed, and tried desperately to deflect. "Look!" she pointed at something at the horizon.

    Atago squinted. Then scowled. "'laska, that's a cloud."

    "But it looks like a…" Alaska's eyes went wide as she flailed for something she could use. But nothing came, and all she could say was "Um… cloud."

    Atago giggled one of those high-pitched giggles that always made Alaska smile. "So that's a no."

    Alaska blushed even brighter and scuffed her shoe against the back of her calve. "Mmmhm."

    "You want want a second date?" asked Atago with a glint of a smirk in her smile.

    Alaska nodded. She did. She really really did. Every time she closed her eyes all she could think about was Cameron's arms around her waist, his laugh making the air sing, his smile warming her like the morning sun after running a typhoon, and… the way his shirt fit around his arms that always made her feel feelings.

    She was in love, and she wanted little more than another kiss. But… "Um…" she coughed. "I… I don't wanna… be clingy."

    Atago laughed, and stood on tiptoes to ruffle the large cruiser's snowy hair. "'laska, you're in love. And he loves you."

    "Y-you think?"

    Atago nodded. "I saw the way you kissed."

    Alaska was reduced to giggles at the memory.

    "You should take him to the beach!" Atago thrust her hand in the air with a joyful "PanPakaPan!" to trumpet her brilliant idea.

    "The beach?" Alaska tilted her head to the side.

    "Mmm," Atago nodded. "It's supposed to be in the twenties!"

    Alaska blinked.

    "Sorry, seventies."

    Alaska smiled.

    "Besides," Atago flashed her best friend a conspiratorial grin, "You'd look cute in a bikini."

    Alaska blushed a new and interesting shade of red. The large cruiser was distantly aware that she was singlehandedly keeping an entire sector of red-paint manufacturing businesses afloat with her shyness. But mostly, she was thinking about what Cameron might do when he saw her in a swimsuit. She wasn't sure if it'd be good—compared to her best friend, she might as well not have breasts at all, or bad—compared to her, Atago might as well not have a stern at all. "Bu- But… I don't own—"

    "We can fix that!" Atago was already plotting the cutest possible bit of swimwear to fit her American friend into. Alaska's figure was as rare as it was adorable. "Besides, there's this really cute blue number I've been dying to wear."

    Alaska said nothing. She just looked from the heavy cruiser's vast fuel bunkerage to her own much less developed tanks.

    "'Laska…" Atago shook her head. "Don't worry 'bout a thing."

    "But…" Alaska pointed at the gently swaying bulge of Atago's infamous panpakapans.

    "I've seen the way he looks at you," said Atago with a beaming smile. "He's into you for your aft."

    Alaska's eyes went wide as her rifles, and she clapped both hands to her stern. Her whole life, she'd always been the second pick. She wasn't as big and strong as a battleship, but anything she could do, a cheaper cruiser could do just as well. Even now, in her second life, she was surrounded by people more than her. Atago's chest was huge next to her, the Kagerous made her look like a boy, and even Nachi was more filled out than she'd ever be.

    But… but if the good workers at the New York Shipbuilding Corporation had done one thing right, it was her aft. Alaska didn't like to brag, but… her aft was quite nice. It was quite possibly her best feature. And the idea that someone liked her for it… that someone liked her for the one feature she had that made her more than her friends… That someone liked her because they liked her, not because they didn't have any other option…

    And that that someone was Cameron, the kindest, sweetest person Alaska'd ever met… It made her feel things she wasn't at all prepared to feel. "'TAAAGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

    Atago doubled over in a fit of giggles, while Alaska angrily tried to hide. She loved Alaska like her own sister, she really did. But the big American was just too easy to fluster.
     
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    • And there you have it. Gale has increased in rank so that she can still be cuddled by Wash.

    And Alaska is still adorably dorky dork floof dork.
     
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