Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
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Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Indeed on many accounts. Plus, the trust issue is a big one. He'd be a ludicrous bundle of nerves unless it was someone he already knew and trusted.It probably wouldn't be quite that easy, especially if there's all the moving around that being a ranking officer might imply, but yeah. There do exist fairly professional long-term child care services.
Now, whether he actually trusts them or can find a good one in, say, Japan, is a different issue. More so if they need to speak good English or have other specific skills.
Then again at that point you're basically hiring a personal assistant, which might be easier than getting an actual child-care professional.
But a personal assistant...
Mutsu: I have just the outfit for that~
Richardson: Wait, what? Hang on. What are you plotting?
Mutsu: Just a little fun. *giggles*
And you get a background check. And you get a background check. Everyone gets a background check!
But yeah, Richardson really just wanted to raise his daughter.
Traffic-Cone? Yes. Miniskirts? Mutsu's waiting for her to get older.
Tatsuta: Fufufu...
"Ping..." part 3
- Location
- 'Murica
Ping... part 3
Albacore rubbed her stinging chest as she carefully stood up. Her whole body stung from the impromptu belly-flop onto the kitchen's tile floor. Her chest—her breasts! she had breasts now!—felt like it'd taken the brunt of the blow. Apparently, despite all appearances to the contrary, those things weren't just padding.
"Owww…" The submarine very carefully rested hip against the kitchen counter, trying to ignore the wet squelch of spilled milk against her swimsuit. She could worry about how much that was going to stink later, right now her mind was overridden by the ache in her whole… frontal… aspect area. "Owww," she moaned in conclusion.
The girl—Jane, apparently—let out the kind of adorably sweet giggle that flushed a hint of color into the submarine's snow-white cheeks. "You okay miss Albacore?"
The submarine nodded, shooting a brief smile at the tiny damage-control faerie running a mop over her bare hip. "Wait."
Jane gave a little giggle as she stood up on tip-toes. "Can you get that?" she asked, pointing to a fresh box of devils' food cake mix.
Mmm… Cake. Albacore knew it well, even if she'd never had the pleasure of eating it herself. Cake sounded really good right about now, she could feel her belly licking its lips in anticipation. On second thought, maybe that wasn't the best metaphor, she was still getting used to this 'being a girl thing.'
And on third thought… "How did you know who I am?" asked Albacore as she reached for the cake mix. She was taller than Jane, but not by much. She had to really stretch to grab the box of heavenly mixture.
"The Faeries," said Jane, waving at the two minute figures sitting with their itty-bitty legs splayed out on a refrigerator shelf. Each was happily chowing down on whole grapes like they were watermelons. Albacore had to physically restrain herself from uttering an audible moan of happiness at the sheer distilled cuteness.
"So, uh…" she coughed, letting herself slip back into her cold, detached assassin's voice. "How did you know I was Albacore," asked the submarine, setting a good-sized mixing bowl as Jane rifled around for some eggs. The Submarine helped herself to package of… she was pretty sure it was ham, but she couldn't read the chicken-scratch Jap runes to be sure.
"Your tattoo!" said Jane, shooting the submarine a disappointed look as Albacore stuffed a dozen slices of ham into her mouth.
"Tah-tooh?" mumbled the submarine, craning her neck and twisting her hips to look where Jane was pointing. Sure enough, high on her hip right below the hem of her swimsuit were the characters 'SS-218.'
"Huh," Albacore shrugged, resting her hands on her hips as her tired mind processed that. "Wait… how old are you?"
"Nine!" said the girl with such enthusiasm Albacore felt her heart melt into a tiny puddle of steel and copper slag. Damnit, she was supposed to be a submarine, not a gooey nanny!
"Nine years old, huh?" Albacore ducked into the refrigerator and grabbed a fresh apple to munch on while Jane measured some water. She didn't know why she grabbed an apple, just that it felt like the right thing to do. "And you know all of us by our hull codes?"
"No, not all of them," said Jane, humming to herself as she stirred the cake mix together, "Just you. Miss Tatsuta made sure I knew who you were! She thought it'd be funny if I tell miss Tenryuu."
Albacore froze, her body instinctively going to full noise discipline. Tatsuta? Tenryuu? As in the Japanese light cruisers? The enemy warships who as apparently friendly enough with this little girl to exchange chit-chat? She managed a silent gulp. This girl, this adorable little girl was consorting with the enemy. She couldn't be trusted. Damnit!
"Miss Albacore?" asked Jane, humming a tuneless little ditty as she stirred the batter up, offering a dollop every so often to the cluster of submariner faeries huddled around the bowl.
"I'm fine," said Albacore, taking a bite of the last of her apple and tossing the core into the garbage. "I, uh… you have a head?"
"Upstairs," said Jane, "You'll find it! But the ducky's mine."
"Thanks," said Albacore, holding out her hand to let her faeries hop back aboard."
"Aww… they were helping!"
"I can't leave them unsupervised," said Albacore, her mind racing as she tried to formulate an escape plan. "I'll bring them back, don't you worry."
"Okay," sighed Jane, "Just be careful you don't wake up miss Jintsuu."
Albacore winced. She most certainly would. "Okay," she said, carefully working her way up the stairs. Jane wasn't just friends with Jap CLs, she was actively living with them? How the hell… what the hell?
She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on her immediate goal: get back to open water. And if possible, find pants. She wasn't ashamed of her rather plump stern, in fact the exact opposite was true. But… deep in enemy territory wasn't the best place to flaunt it.
As it happened, her secondary goal was accomplished first. The submarine passed an overflowing laundry hamper on her way to the head. There were the usual sundries, girls' clothes of every color, yet more girls' clothes… and a set of blue-camouflaged fatigues.
Albacore couldn't believe what she was seeing as she pulled the spattered camouflage pants out of the pile of clothes. This would blend in perfectly with the ocean! She had to suppress a giggling smile. For once, the Navy was actually making things for the silent service!
She couldn't believe her luck, and she wadded up the pants as she scurried off towards the head. It didn't take her long to scrub her stomach and butt free of whatever milk stains had accumulated.
Next came her borrowed pants. They didn't quite fit her, and she was forced to leave the top few buttons undone and just roll the waistband back against itself. She didn't really mind, with most of her hips uncovered, she had more mobility.
Albacore was just about to bolt out the door, when she heard Jane's humming waft though the air, the smell of baking cake following right behind. The submarine hated to leave her like this… but there was a war on.
A war Albacore was determined to do her part in.
"Sorry Jane," she breathed, lowing herself out of the window with a quiet 'foomph' of bare feet against grass. Maybe they'd see one another again… but right now, she had a war to fight.
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Dangit, Mutsu, why must you always be plotting... And why am I not surprised you just have a sexy secretary outfit lined up?
What about the outfit baby Nagato wore before her refit? That one was pretty decent, and very cute. (Yes, Nagato, you're cute. Get over it.)
Tenryuu: Anyone think we should just make a blanket ruling that it something goes sideways, we blame Tatsuta? Anyone?
Well, since he ended up in charge of a detachment of shipgirls...I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that many of said favors owed were cashed in.
Jokes on them that he's actually happy about his posting.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Dammit Albie, you're gonna make Jane sad.
That was really nice. The entire cooking scene was just adorable as all can get. Fairies getting noms and being fed cake batter is probably cute enough to warrant their listing as a violation of the Geneva Convention. And the blatant swiping of food items was hilarous. Gotta stock up while you can.
Good call on how Jane was able to ID her. Having the hull number tattooed is pretty cool and the location means you can't help but see that epic stern. Plus her being able to see the fairies is really nifty. There's a tons of shenanigans in that tidbit alone. Though I want to know how Tatsuta managed to get enough time with Jane to teach her that. And what else she could be teaching the lass. XD
Albie's dilligence and paranoia are reaching critial mass here. She's pegged Jane as working with the enemy and is apparently living with a Japanese CL. Even as taken by the endearing honesty of Jane as she is, Albacore is still keeping herself at full combat readiness and doing everything she can to maintain that state while not being obvious about it. I really like that. It's really a refreshing shift away from The Lewdmarine standard.
Oh... But she is in for a much more rude awakening than she realizes I think. Especially if a certain Traffic-Cone catches her.
Though I think she'd have a bit of a meltdown if she heard Hiei or Mutsu were there. A cruiser is one thing. But the weight of the symbolism of a battleship is another. Even if Albie could sink either of them without too much difficulty (Mk14's performance not withstanding), a battleship is as much a symbol of power as it is a weapon. Sort of a 'Who IS this girl?' moment. Still, personal protection from a cruiser is nothing to sneeze at. Especially Jintsuu.
And yes, Albie. We can and do appreciate the silent service. Not much consolation, but at least we finally realized it.
Bravo.
Mutsu: A girl has to be prepared, you know.
Nagato: *blushes* . . .
Mutsu: My, my. I think that will be perfect. And I know exactly where it is, too.
Nagato: *pales* Wh-What!?
Mutsu: Fufufu~ Oneesama was adorable when she was little. I even have pictures!
Richardson: I am in favor of this.
Goto: Seconded.
Tatsuta: *disturbingly sweet smile*
- Location
- Eastern Coast Fleet Command
Eh, she could sink a BB, and the sub force really didn't hit its stride till WW2 (and then it exploded with nuclear power/missiles because a sub became a one unit fleet annhilator/I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.
Though she will be shocked at how things have changed since she's a midwar boat, rather than the long term historical boats.
Though she will be shocked at how things have changed since she's a midwar boat, rather than the long term historical boats.
- Location
- United States
You know, coming back to this you aren't really doing anything to convince anyone that USS Langley isn't Jane's mom. It would depend on how long the whole Abyssal thing has been going or odd circumstances, but...
Well it would explain a lot about why every shipgirl is so innately protective of Jane. Langley was a Carrier, after all, and every Carrier needs its escorts. Top that with being the literal daughter of the mother of all US Carriers, and...
Icywinter
50% ice, 50% winter
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- ?
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- She/Her
Unless specified otherwise, Jane is now the mini-version of the USS Enterprise.
esseresse
R'lyth Power Make-up
- Location
- divorceville, state of depression
- Pronouns
- They/Her
With Jane's energy it is probably CVN-65 USS Enterprise.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
I... Uh... I have no way to refute that logic without calling in WOG. The hell?
I blame Tatsuta.
Or blame Shimakaze. Her very presence (or is that the result of her turret buddies?I... Uh... I have no way to refute that logic without calling in WOG. The hell?
I blame Tatsuta.
) can warp logic and sanity, heh.
- Location
- Eastern Coast Fleet Command
Shipgirls can reproduce? The implications of this are scary. Biological production of military equipment?
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Assuming of course the children aren't just normal humans.
Depends on the author and the above is very possible.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Which wouldn't really make her a shipgirl per se, but might mark her spiritually in a manner similar to one and likely of whichever ship class her mother was. Which could reinforce her ability to see fairies and account for all the attention...
...This logic is becomming terrifying.
I read that chapter and it gave me a headache. Dammit Shima!Or blame Shimakaze. Her very presence (or is that the result of her turret buddies?
Jane adopted the loneliest Destroyer as her new sister much to her fathers dismay.
Spiritual entities having children with Humans can be found in the folklore and religions of every human culture.
So shipgirls having kids with humans is most likely plausible.
Spiritual entities having children with Humans can be found in the folklore and religions of every human culture.
So shipgirls having kids with humans is most likely plausible.
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Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Arizona stood in place as she watched Jane talking with a vendor while also making sure to scan her surroundings. Part of the battleship was amused though as Mutsu and Hiei had kept giving her uneasy looks whenever one of the more skimpy cosplayers walked by. If anything, Arizona only rolled her eyes.
She did live through the Flappers after all. Her issue was mainly wearing certain things when it was not appropriate such as on duty. Or when at a gathering with the Admiral. Of course, she was shaken out of her thoughts by a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a teen there. "Yes?"
The next words out of the teen's mouth though caused Arizona to blush and nearly sputter as she pointed at Jane. "Is that your daughter?" Misunderstanding Arizona's expression, she held up her hands. "Hey, no offence really. You look great for your age and being a mother. And your daughter is just so kawaii in her costume..."
Still a bit off kilter, Arizona gaped like a fish for a moment. "I... That..."
However, the teenaged girl frowned a bit as she looked Arizona over. "Um, just a bit of advice and all. But while having the same costume as your daughter is heartwarming and all, you really should put as much effort as she did. I mean, she looks like Arizona from what I've seen on the net... You, on the other hand... Not so much."
Choking a bit, Arizona raised a finger. "B-b-but..."
All the teen did was pat her on the shoulder. "Great try though. Maybe you should chose someone else next time though."
With those parting words, the teen left and was soon lost in the crowd of con-goers. Finally, Arizona managed to say a response. "But I'm the real Arizona..."
It was then that a disturbed Mutsu walked up and leaned into Arizona. "Please... Hold me."
Being as she was still offkilter from what happened, Arizona only blinked. "I... What?"
A shudder ran through Mutsu as she clung to her friend. "Two over weighty guys... In beards... Dressed like me and my onee-sama... And doing what they thought were sexy poses."
Not even a moment later, Arizona scowled, but still hugged her. "Thank you for telling me that..."
Of course, that was when Jane returned and began to drag the two off. "Come on! Jintsuu and Hiei found the photographer I wanted to see! He's got a green screen that we can use so that it can look like I'm standing on water!" Her mouth then scrunched up some. "Hey, since he's doing pictures with shipgirls, can you have your rigging out? Because that would make it so cool and..."
As Jane continued to babble, both Arizona and Mutsu had confused expressions on their faces. Which of course soon melted into fond looks before they shared a smile.
She did live through the Flappers after all. Her issue was mainly wearing certain things when it was not appropriate such as on duty. Or when at a gathering with the Admiral. Of course, she was shaken out of her thoughts by a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a teen there. "Yes?"
The next words out of the teen's mouth though caused Arizona to blush and nearly sputter as she pointed at Jane. "Is that your daughter?" Misunderstanding Arizona's expression, she held up her hands. "Hey, no offence really. You look great for your age and being a mother. And your daughter is just so kawaii in her costume..."
Still a bit off kilter, Arizona gaped like a fish for a moment. "I... That..."
However, the teenaged girl frowned a bit as she looked Arizona over. "Um, just a bit of advice and all. But while having the same costume as your daughter is heartwarming and all, you really should put as much effort as she did. I mean, she looks like Arizona from what I've seen on the net... You, on the other hand... Not so much."
Choking a bit, Arizona raised a finger. "B-b-but..."
All the teen did was pat her on the shoulder. "Great try though. Maybe you should chose someone else next time though."
With those parting words, the teen left and was soon lost in the crowd of con-goers. Finally, Arizona managed to say a response. "But I'm the real Arizona..."
It was then that a disturbed Mutsu walked up and leaned into Arizona. "Please... Hold me."
Being as she was still offkilter from what happened, Arizona only blinked. "I... What?"
A shudder ran through Mutsu as she clung to her friend. "Two over weighty guys... In beards... Dressed like me and my onee-sama... And doing what they thought were sexy poses."
Not even a moment later, Arizona scowled, but still hugged her. "Thank you for telling me that..."
Of course, that was when Jane returned and began to drag the two off. "Come on! Jintsuu and Hiei found the photographer I wanted to see! He's got a green screen that we can use so that it can look like I'm standing on water!" Her mouth then scrunched up some. "Hey, since he's doing pictures with shipgirls, can you have your rigging out? Because that would make it so cool and..."
As Jane continued to babble, both Arizona and Mutsu had confused expressions on their faces. Which of course soon melted into fond looks before they shared a smile.
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- Location
- Eastern Coast Fleet Command
I was going to make a joke that Jane isn't a shipgirl, but the spirit of the prime Contractor incarnated into human form. That would explain the protectiveness, because without your lead Contractor, you don't get fixed and you end up being sent to the cut up yards out West/South. It also explains why they all like her, the Prime Contractor is everyone's friend. Everyone loves LDY.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
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- United States
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Darn it, all these omakes are tempting my muse something fierce. I don't even know what ship I could use, if I did do an omake for this universe. My muse doesn't know when to quit.
- Location
- 'Murica
Eh... dunno if that'd be tonally appropriate, but I won't stop you until I see it. If people like it, roll with it.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
If I did one, it'd probably be Alaska, in all honesty. I feel there's potential in a girl who never got to serve the way she should have, because she's caught in a 'not good enough escort, not good enough gunboat, and out of her time since carriers were coming into play'.
That and I love me some battlecruisers and that's the closest I can get in 'Murica.
That and I love me some battlecruisers and that's the closest I can get in 'Murica.