- Location
- Mi
Ima Make a WAG and say it's Sister Sara but honestly, no clue.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
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CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Warship Girls' interpretation of Saratoga, Sky's preferred one (and then KC!Sara showed up).
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Is it me, or is Sky turning into Maes Hughes?
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Behold the power of Jane Richardson. None can stand before her unrivaled mastery of cutes!
And now Minimu must accompany Jane everywhere. When not making Richardson's life into even more suffering at least.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Jane is a great daughter.
Pretty much. An 'Approved' means a post has been submitted for a Staff check and passed, so no need to report it.
- Location
- Purple Mountain Majesty
NothingNow
Corpse Wrangler
- Location
- Tampa
...you haven't met the shadow cabal have you?
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Because I'm the old man. I'm a staggering 38.
Just like Swordomatic is the babby.
PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
I found the USN tin cans' favorite song.
The boys out in the trenches have got a lot to say
Of the hardships and the sorrows that come a soldier's way,
But we destroyer sailors would've liked their company
On a couple of trips in our lousy ships when we put out to sea.
Chorus:
OH, IT'S ROLL AND TOSS AND POUND AND PITCH
AND CREAK AND GROAN YOU SON OF A BITCH,
OH, BOY, IT'S A HELL OF A LIFE ON OUR DESTROYER.
The damned tin can destroyer was never meant for sea,
You couldn't keep it steady in a lousy cup of tea,
We carry guns, torpedoes and ash cans in a bunch,
But the only time we hit our mark is when we shoot our lunch.
We have heard of muddy dugouts and shell holes filled with slime,
Of cootie hunts and marches which fill a soldier's time,
But set beside destroyer life, it all seems dull and pale,
When the clinometer hops, the barometer drops, and we line up on the rail.
And when we're back in dry dock, we stagger like we're drunk
And wonder how we stood it, and why she never sunk.
You lay out your civilian clothes, but just before you switch
Your sea bag's on your shoulder and you sign up for one more hitch.
Of the hardships and the sorrows that come a soldier's way,
But we destroyer sailors would've liked their company
On a couple of trips in our lousy ships when we put out to sea.
Chorus:
OH, IT'S ROLL AND TOSS AND POUND AND PITCH
AND CREAK AND GROAN YOU SON OF A BITCH,
OH, BOY, IT'S A HELL OF A LIFE ON OUR DESTROYER.
The damned tin can destroyer was never meant for sea,
You couldn't keep it steady in a lousy cup of tea,
We carry guns, torpedoes and ash cans in a bunch,
But the only time we hit our mark is when we shoot our lunch.
We have heard of muddy dugouts and shell holes filled with slime,
Of cootie hunts and marches which fill a soldier's time,
But set beside destroyer life, it all seems dull and pale,
When the clinometer hops, the barometer drops, and we line up on the rail.
And when we're back in dry dock, we stagger like we're drunk
And wonder how we stood it, and why she never sunk.
You lay out your civilian clothes, but just before you switch
Your sea bag's on your shoulder and you sign up for one more hitch.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Have a short omake...
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At the moment, Wash's expression was one of complete and utter befuddlement at what was going on. Granted, there were times when being a girl did cause her confusion and...
Okay, a lot of times that being a girl made her confused.
But right now, her confusion was mostly due to the actions of the one she had closest to her heart... boilers? One of them. Mainly because out of nowhere Gale had swept in like her namesake and upended everything in her path, a large grin on her face. "It's almost time!"
What really caused Wash some confusion was that she was not sure what exactly had her girl friend so excited. Though she did blink as Kirishima blinked and shook her head as they found themselves in one of the rooms put aside for the Destroyers to relax and have fun in. "When did Gale-San become Onee-Sama...?"
It took a moment, but Wash then looked around and blinked. 'Weren't we in the cafeteria just now...?'
Even Jersey was there looking around with utter confusion on her face as Crowning sat down with a slight smile. As if he knew something that she did not, which annoyed the Iowa class. But no matter what, Jersey was unable to get an answer. And then Tenryuu was shoved in along with DesDiv6, the Taffies, and the other Destroyers, though the three Duckies each had a different colored cap on their heads, which made the Chunni do a double take. "What the hell!?"
That was the point when Gale swept in and shoved drinks and bowls of snacks before the world blurred and Wash found herself on the couch with Gale in her lap... not that the Battleship was really complaining all that much about that. Picking up the remote, Gale looked around with a grin that was one that was rarely seen on her face before she turned on the large television. "You all are in for a treat."
Finally having enough, Jersey let out an explosive sigh. "What the fuck is going on?"
If anything, the smirk on Crowning's face caused her eyebrow to twitch before Gale looked at her. "They've remade a show that I grew up with."
Jersey only had one response to that. "What."
Before she could say anything else though, Gale shushed her. "It's starting." A short time later though, Wash was only blinking as Gale was belting the song alongside the show's theme.
"...
DuckTales! Woo-oo!
Every day they're out there making
DuckTales! Woo-oo!
Tales of derring-do
Bad and good luck tales! Woo-oo!"
_______________________________________________________________________________________
At the moment, Wash's expression was one of complete and utter befuddlement at what was going on. Granted, there were times when being a girl did cause her confusion and...
Okay, a lot of times that being a girl made her confused.
But right now, her confusion was mostly due to the actions of the one she had closest to her heart... boilers? One of them. Mainly because out of nowhere Gale had swept in like her namesake and upended everything in her path, a large grin on her face. "It's almost time!"
What really caused Wash some confusion was that she was not sure what exactly had her girl friend so excited. Though she did blink as Kirishima blinked and shook her head as they found themselves in one of the rooms put aside for the Destroyers to relax and have fun in. "When did Gale-San become Onee-Sama...?"
It took a moment, but Wash then looked around and blinked. 'Weren't we in the cafeteria just now...?'
Even Jersey was there looking around with utter confusion on her face as Crowning sat down with a slight smile. As if he knew something that she did not, which annoyed the Iowa class. But no matter what, Jersey was unable to get an answer. And then Tenryuu was shoved in along with DesDiv6, the Taffies, and the other Destroyers, though the three Duckies each had a different colored cap on their heads, which made the Chunni do a double take. "What the hell!?"
That was the point when Gale swept in and shoved drinks and bowls of snacks before the world blurred and Wash found herself on the couch with Gale in her lap... not that the Battleship was really complaining all that much about that. Picking up the remote, Gale looked around with a grin that was one that was rarely seen on her face before she turned on the large television. "You all are in for a treat."
Finally having enough, Jersey let out an explosive sigh. "What the fuck is going on?"
If anything, the smirk on Crowning's face caused her eyebrow to twitch before Gale looked at her. "They've remade a show that I grew up with."
Jersey only had one response to that. "What."
Before she could say anything else though, Gale shushed her. "It's starting." A short time later though, Wash was only blinking as Gale was belting the song alongside the show's theme.
"...
DuckTales! Woo-oo!
Every day they're out there making
DuckTales! Woo-oo!
Tales of derring-do
Bad and good luck tales! Woo-oo!"
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Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Fuck yes! Duck Tape.
Dark Mage
Sanity is really overrated...
- Location
- Out of My Mind
Oh god, what childhood memory is Hollywood destroying now.
I envy Gale's optimism.
Excuse me. I need to sit in the corner and cry.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
... Um, it actually looks pretty good:Oh god, what childhood memory is Hollywood destroying now.
I envy Gale's optimism.
Excuse me. I need to sit in the corner and cry.
Fanart: Minimu!
DrexelDragonz
[Plushie Maker] Drawing cute things
- Location
- Philippines
MiniMu? XD
DawnofWar32
War is coming. Prepare yourselves!
- Location
- Butuan City, The Philippines
C-cute... *nosebleeds in front of Mutsu, Jane, Ari and MiniMu, then faints*MiniMu? XD
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
The adorable face of dastardly deeds and other acts to torment and tease Richardson.MiniMu? XD
- Location
- Purple Mountain Majesty
Not THE shadow cabal
Breakaway25
All hail the Mighty Tomcat
- Location
- Stuck on the Quarterdeck
First rule of the double secret SV writers cabal, is that you DO NOT talk about the double secret SV writer's cabal.
- Location
- Perth, Western Australia
Ah ha! I have finally read/giggled/had emotional outbursts over all the currently indexed posts! Took a few days, there's a lot of posts all really good. As someone who doesn't know anything about KanColle I have been incredibly enjoying myself with everything in this so far. Only thing I would really like to see would be the HMAS Perth D29 brought in to see her reaction to the now Japanese allies & home city pride. Otherwise I'm always looking forward to more!
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Welcome to the club. Grab a boat waifu and enjoy your stay.
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
One of us. One of us. One of us. Gooble gobble gooble gobble.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
Perth is...around.
I just haven't written her.
I just haven't written her.
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Same could be said of her sister, HMAS Sydney D48.
I'm still working on it.
Here's part of the opening chapter, posted FanFic Ideas and Recs
[My idea for a story with the opening chapter here:
Sydney slowly drifted away from the battle scene. Her bow was barely hanging on by a few girders attached to her main deck. Bloody oil oozed from the ruin that was the port side of her face, the mangled stump of her starboard arm and from the extensive wounds on her back and chest. Her uniform was torn in many places, stained with her oily blood, and charred by fires. Fires burned out of control amidships, centering around the destroyed Walrus on her catapult. Fires also raged unchecked below decks. In the worsening seas, water was pouring into her hull from numerous shell holes and the damaged bow, to the point where she was carrying more than half of her displacement in water. Nearly blind, mute, her remaining arm hanging uselessly at her side, she staggered slowly on her crippled engines. Her crew, all 645 of them, were either already dead or dying.
The fires amidships started cooking off her 4-inch ready use ammunition, and fresh pain wracked Sydney with each explosion. This was nothing compared to the agony that flashed through her as her bow finally tore away in the increasingly heavy seas and sank immediately. Her stern section drifted for a few minutes before swiftly following, as she felt her overstressed watertight bulkheads collapsing and the water rushing in. As she drifted into the dark depths of the Indian Ocean, the only things going through her mind were the pain of the battle, the grief of failing to protect and defend her crew and the anger at the complacency, mismanagement, arrogance and incompetence all around that led up to this moment. She closed her eyes and lay still as she fell deeper into the darkness. Her last conscious thoughts were wishing there was a way to make all those responsible, pay for this in full measure.
This story would be about HMAS Sydney, and her turn to the Abyss. On November 19. 1941 Sydney approached what her captain thought was a lost Dutch freighter in Australian home waters. It turned out to be the German raider Komoran. Coming within 1,000 meters of Komoron, Sydney was savaged by deadly accurate gunfire and a torpedo within 30 minutes. Sydney succeeded in setting Komoran on fire and Komoran was sunk when the mines she was carrying exploded. In the meantime, Sydney drifted away, not to be seen again for 67 years. Sydney was the largest Allied warship lost with all hands, and the loss of her entire crew accounted for more than a third of all RAN casualties in the entire war.
This story is about her turn to the Abyss, and her effect on the war, her former compatriots, and herself.
Wikipedia on the battle:
Battle between HMAS Sydney and German auxiliary cruiser Kormoran - Wikipedia /spoiler]
Sydney slowly drifted away from the battle scene. Her bow was barely hanging on by a few girders attached to her main deck. Bloody oil oozed from the ruin that was the port side of her face, the mangled stump of her starboard arm and from the extensive wounds on her back and chest. Her uniform was torn in many places, stained with her oily blood, and charred by fires. Fires burned out of control amidships, centering around the destroyed Walrus on her catapult. Fires also raged unchecked below decks. In the worsening seas, water was pouring into her hull from numerous shell holes and the damaged bow, to the point where she was carrying more than half of her displacement in water. Nearly blind, mute, her remaining arm hanging uselessly at her side, she staggered slowly on her crippled engines. Her crew, all 645 of them, were either already dead or dying.
The fires amidships started cooking off her 4-inch ready use ammunition, and fresh pain wracked Sydney with each explosion. This was nothing compared to the agony that flashed through her as her bow finally tore away in the increasingly heavy seas and sank immediately. Her stern section drifted for a few minutes before swiftly following, as she felt her overstressed watertight bulkheads collapsing and the water rushing in. As she drifted into the dark depths of the Indian Ocean, the only things going through her mind were the pain of the battle, the grief of failing to protect and defend her crew and the anger at the complacency, mismanagement, arrogance and incompetence all around that led up to this moment. She closed her eyes and lay still as she fell deeper into the darkness. Her last conscious thoughts were wishing there was a way to make all those responsible, pay for this in full measure.
This story would be about HMAS Sydney, and her turn to the Abyss. On November 19. 1941 Sydney approached what her captain thought was a lost Dutch freighter in Australian home waters. It turned out to be the German raider Komoran. Coming within 1,000 meters of Komoron, Sydney was savaged by deadly accurate gunfire and a torpedo within 30 minutes. Sydney succeeded in setting Komoran on fire and Komoran was sunk when the mines she was carrying exploded. In the meantime, Sydney drifted away, not to be seen again for 67 years. Sydney was the largest Allied warship lost with all hands, and the loss of her entire crew accounted for more than a third of all RAN casualties in the entire war.
This story is about her turn to the Abyss, and her effect on the war, her former compatriots, and herself.
Wikipedia on the battle:
Battle between HMAS Sydney and German auxiliary cruiser Kormoran - Wikipedia /spoiler]
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DrexelDragonz
[Plushie Maker] Drawing cute things
- Location
- Philippines
MiniMu isn't MiniMu without MiniNaga
Doc. Crowning needs a haircut, i mean how many months? year has he been in base, figuring out how to summon ships!
I have to much freee time! The art is flowing! XD
Doc. Crowning needs a haircut, i mean how many months? year has he been in base, figuring out how to summon ships!
I have to much freee time! The art is flowing! XD