Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
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The physical effect of Hawaii falling isn't that bad but the psychological/moral effect?
It would go one of two ways.
1) Shellshock into basically useless cause for the USA something like that hasn't really happened in our history.
2) So much fucking rage and anger, of level where the Hulk is saying chill. That we summon every ship, just the World War Two ships, EVERY FUCKING SHIP.
Before you ask which ships the answer is YES.
Edit: Basically this is what happened in the other place where the ships sleep, with the guy as the USA unconscious thing... You know what I mean.
It would go one of two ways.
1) Shellshock into basically useless cause for the USA something like that hasn't really happened in our history.
2) So much fucking rage and anger, of level where the Hulk is saying chill. That we summon every ship, just the World War Two ships, EVERY FUCKING SHIP.
Before you ask which ships the answer is YES.
Edit: Basically this is what happened in the other place where the ships sleep, with the guy as the USA unconscious thing... You know what I mean.
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- Eastern Coast Fleet Command
Oil even with fracking, and our entire high tech ways of life depends on the seas, and also medicine because stupid phizer moved the factories to Europe. It will sound dumb but we can't cure cancer without ocean trade routes, and or build advanced tech, as even key suppliers are in Germany. Also I am shocked that the UK doesn't have a huge shipgirl summon ring around Hong Kong tbh.
Poor Haruna, always the forgotten one.
Well, her madness does not manifest in incredibly obvious ways like the other three. (I'd say if not for the implications of her meeting with Washington, Kirishima would have been incredibly forgettable as well, considering her personality as put forth by the game).
Still, I think Haruna is the Hibiki of the Kongou sisters. She is the last survivor out of the four, after all. Just happy that she has her sisters back, and goes along with their antics with a fond smile.
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A lot of the offshore industries the US uses are offshore for tax of convenience reasons. There's very little that couldn't be done within the bounds of the continental US, but it's just cheaper for said things to be built offshore for all kinds of complicated economic reasons I don't want to get into (and don't fully understand myself.) But the US does not rely on the sea for survival.
If the United States (save Hawaii) losses access to the Oceans, it would be inconvenient. Some drugs might be hard to come by until facilities get set up, prices for many goods would climb, etc. Your xbox might quintuple in price, but you're still at a standard of living that'd make many nations stare in awe. You're probably not much worse off than American during the 30's/40's.
If Japan losses access to the ocean, everyone dies of starvation. If England looses access to the ocean, everyone dies of starvation. They need their shipgirls. The US doesn't, we merely want them. (And Hong Kong isn't UK territory any more, it hasn't been for several years.)
Haruna is around, I think she's popped in in Old Iron's stories. But she's currently based in Sasebo.
Hibiki's my favorite of her sisters. The others have their quirks, but she's the sane and level-headed one of the group. She seems aware of the anime nonsense going on from time to time, and she has that "Literally everyone I know is insane" vibe. Plus... she's a DD, and thus adorable.
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I now have the image of Jane being roped into DesDiv6 shenanigans which involve her actually moving through the water as a Shipgirl because of her mother. And then, when she takes off her costume afterwards she's unable to do so. Much to her and DesDiv6's confusion. And no one believes them.
Skywalker_T-65
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Hibiki is my favorite too.
And omake is about 25% done. Yay me!
And omake is about 25% done. Yay me!
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What have I created?
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
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Gloriousness.What have I created?
Omake: An Old Cat
Skywalker_T-65
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This took a lot longer than I thought it would...in any case:
And despite all our efforts, they could still do the same.
The wind shifted slightly, blowing back the long brown hair of a girl standing along the pier. Dark blue, almost violet, eyes looked out at the harbor. A small sigh came from her lips, at the sight of only a handful of craft motoring across the water. And of those, most of them were the familiar forms of E and Tribal-class destroyers, sleek two-stackers. Of course, to most they wouldn't see that. They would just see the laughing forms of young girls, mostly in their late preteen years, or early teens. Laughing girls, zooming around each other as they patrolled the harbor and trained.
A small smile crossed the brunette's face at that, as she watched silently. Her own legs ached to see use, but she would maintain this silent vigil instead. It wasn't her place to be out there, among the destroyers. They had their duties, she had her own. And she would follow her orders to the letter...as she owed the Admiral here more than she could ever repay. Far more than she could ever repay, no matter what she did. But the girl was okay with that, in all honesty. Owing the woman was one thing. But it didn't bother the girl to owe her Admiral.
After all, it was thanks to the other woman that she was even able to fight. That she was even out here, looking out at the harbor.
"I thought I would find you out here."
The amused voice behind her had the girl turning her head, blue eyes focusing on the Admiral in question. Admiral Kirkpatrick, smile on her aging face. The old Australian woman walked up to her counterpart, joining her in looking out at the harbor. Her crisp white uniform fluttered slightly in the breeze, though her hair was tied up in a bun and did not billow behind her like the other girl's did.
"Watching the destroyers again, Tiger?" Kirkpatrick asked, grey eyes looking at the girl, the battlecruiser, out of the corner of them.
HMS Tiger just nodded, a small sigh escaping her lips, "Yes."
"You know, I have no problem with you sailing with them," the Australian replied, "Hell, you could do some good out there. I know you were a training ship out in the Atlantic for awhile."
"So you've said. But I..."
Kirkpatrick sighed herself, "Tiger, dear, I don't care what London treated you like. You're in Australia now, and we're sure as hell not going to have one of our best ships laid up."
The Australian Admiral held up a finger, when it looked like the battlecruiser might protest.
"No matter how old you are. We still let Australia and New Zealand sortie, don't we? We can't exactly afford to be picky, not like London with Hood and such around. I understand how you feel, after all, they don't let me head out on a warship anymore. Even if not for the bloody Abyssals."
Tiger turned her head, averting her eyes as she looked out at the harbor. A hand clenched ever so slightly by her side, as the girl wistfully watched HMS Encounter and HMAS Vampire race down the harbor.
"I know that, Admiral," the girl finally replied softly, "Even so. I'm obsolete, and I know it. At best, I can handle the older Abyssals. But I'm not designed to fight against the modern ships they have. I've seen the intelligence. They have...they have corrupted versions of Nelson. I can't fight that. I wish I could."
The battlecruiser's eyes fell towards the harbor, as she put the images of the corrupted Nelson out of mind. She knew that Nelson herself was in Britain. That didn't make it any easier to see the Abyssal version of the newer girl. Nor did it change Tiger's opinion on herself. She was a girl who had survived the first round of scrappings after the Great War, by the skin of her teeth. And even then, she had been a reserve. A backup for when Hood or Renown or Repulse weren't able to sortie for some reason. Tiger was the 'old gal' who held on by virtue of there not being a need to scrap her. A position that wouldn't make any ship feel particularly good about herself, and the battlecruiser could remember the feeling of her crews.
It was how she remembered her own days, slowly withering away.
While Tiger didn't regret her stint as a training ship, bright young minds rotating through her aging halls, it didn't make it any easier on her. She was a fighter, surviving Jutland despite being pounded on by the Germans. Being reduced to a backup and training vessel...it still hurt a bit. It hardly helped that Britain put her right back into reserve when she came back. And it was still better than Invincible or Indefatigable, who were outright forbidden from sortieing until the Navy could figure out a way to upgrade them. Even knowing that though, it didn't make it easier.
And yet, she didn't blame her Navy one little bit. Her words to her Admiral hadn't been a lie. Tiger was a vessel out of her time, with no real way to balance that. She couldn't deal with ships more modern than her. The battlecruiser's once-great speed was slower than most cruisers, and even some battleships. Her armor had never been thick, but it was downright anemic now. Her guns...13.5 inch, not even as good as her cousins in Japan's Kongou sisters. Tiger was a fighter, unable to match against her new foes.
That knowledge in mind, she fully understood and didn't argue the Royal Navy's decisions, in regards to her deployments. Even now, she was more use as a...
"Tiger, just because you can't fight the stronger Abyssals doesn't mean anything. Need I remind you, that I called in more favors than I care to count to get you out here. Not Hood. Not Renown or Repulse. You. I saw the recordings of what you did, in the North Sea," Kirkpatrick had a wistful look on her face, "You were summoned in the middle of a battle, and went right out anyway. You sunk three Abyssal cruisers, despite not even really knowing how to use your new body. That's a girl who's a fighter. And that's what we need out here, since we don't have the resources of the Royal Navy. Or even the Americans, now that they've got some battleships."
A light flush crossed the face of the battlecruiser, as she tugged on her short blue skirt. Her uniform jacket, similar in design to her Admiral's own, was stretched tight over her modest bust, as she tried to look away from the other woman. It was...it was this, that was why Tiger viewed herself as owing the Australian more than she could ever repay.
Even though Tiger felt that she was outdated and risked much in sailing. Even though she didn't want to train with the destroyers, since it would mean crippling their speed to keep pace with her...she felt warm inside. Despite all of that, despite all of her own worries and shortcomings, she could never repay Admiral Mary Kirkpatrick for giving her the chance to fight.
"Now, get out there and whip those girls into shape before I find Australia and have her drag you out there."
That said...
"Admiral?" Tiger warily asked, worried by the smirk on her Admiral's lined face.
"Don't think I'm joking, dear," Kirkpatrick replied, gesturing down at the water lapping at their pier, "The Americans finally got off their collective asses, and got one of those Iowa girls to Japan. If they ever come here, or need our help, I want to make sure that they aren't disappointed in the Royal Australian Navy! So get down there, and make damn sure those destroyers know that!"
Just like that, the Australian Admiral went from 'kindly older woman' to 'Admiral'. Tiger saluted despite herself, almost jumping into the water. Even as she did so though, there was a small smile on the battlecruiser's face. Her long legs, probably her only defining feature compared to the busty battleships, held up her weight. Her old boilers fired to life, driving 104,000shp through her shafts. Tiger's lean hull cut through the waves, her bow angling directly for the DDs. Despite the seawater spraying her face and wetting her hair, the smile didn't go away.
Yes, I truly never can pay her back...
I tried to weld this to where it could potentially fit in the canon. Though, clearly, it's non-canon until and unless our author likes it and thinks it fits.
That said, with Tiger, I feel like she'd be a girl who is able to acknowledge her own age and relative obsolescence. Where Australia and New Zealand are every stereotype of their namesakes there can be and will go out swinging...Tiger isn't that way. She survived the early Naval Treaties, but only because the Brits needed a spare, really. It's important to note her history post-WW1...reserve, training ship, only brought back into full service because Hood was in refit.
I feel this would lead to a girl who has serious self-confidence issues. But ones she can easily justify to herself, because others do the same. And yet, she's also a fighter, based off her combat history. It's an interesting mix, I think. And hopefully sufficiently different from the Ari situation that Old Iron laid out. At least, insofar that Tiger wasn't outright forbidden from sailing, and actually believed that she should be.
All that said, hopefully this turned out good!
Omake: An Old Cat
Cool wind blew over Sydney Harbor, smooth waves lapping at the side of a pier. The pockmarked form of the Opera House was in the distance, the formerly-pristine white building tarred black by fire damage. The same could be said for most of Sydney's harborside, really. The Abyssals had penetrated quite far into the harbor, past the ruins of the Royal Australian Navy. It was almost luck that this slight had lead to the 'rage summoning' of HMAS Australia, the old battlecruiser forcing the Abyssal's back with the aid of late-arriving British girls. Even so, Sydney had yet to really recover, those who once lived and worked along the piers of the harbor wary of a renewed attack. The Opera House still bore it's own wounds, as a reminder of just how far the Abyssals could go, if not held back.And despite all our efforts, they could still do the same.
The wind shifted slightly, blowing back the long brown hair of a girl standing along the pier. Dark blue, almost violet, eyes looked out at the harbor. A small sigh came from her lips, at the sight of only a handful of craft motoring across the water. And of those, most of them were the familiar forms of E and Tribal-class destroyers, sleek two-stackers. Of course, to most they wouldn't see that. They would just see the laughing forms of young girls, mostly in their late preteen years, or early teens. Laughing girls, zooming around each other as they patrolled the harbor and trained.
A small smile crossed the brunette's face at that, as she watched silently. Her own legs ached to see use, but she would maintain this silent vigil instead. It wasn't her place to be out there, among the destroyers. They had their duties, she had her own. And she would follow her orders to the letter...as she owed the Admiral here more than she could ever repay. Far more than she could ever repay, no matter what she did. But the girl was okay with that, in all honesty. Owing the woman was one thing. But it didn't bother the girl to owe her Admiral.
After all, it was thanks to the other woman that she was even able to fight. That she was even out here, looking out at the harbor.
"I thought I would find you out here."
The amused voice behind her had the girl turning her head, blue eyes focusing on the Admiral in question. Admiral Kirkpatrick, smile on her aging face. The old Australian woman walked up to her counterpart, joining her in looking out at the harbor. Her crisp white uniform fluttered slightly in the breeze, though her hair was tied up in a bun and did not billow behind her like the other girl's did.
"Watching the destroyers again, Tiger?" Kirkpatrick asked, grey eyes looking at the girl, the battlecruiser, out of the corner of them.
HMS Tiger just nodded, a small sigh escaping her lips, "Yes."
"You know, I have no problem with you sailing with them," the Australian replied, "Hell, you could do some good out there. I know you were a training ship out in the Atlantic for awhile."
"So you've said. But I..."
Kirkpatrick sighed herself, "Tiger, dear, I don't care what London treated you like. You're in Australia now, and we're sure as hell not going to have one of our best ships laid up."
The Australian Admiral held up a finger, when it looked like the battlecruiser might protest.
"No matter how old you are. We still let Australia and New Zealand sortie, don't we? We can't exactly afford to be picky, not like London with Hood and such around. I understand how you feel, after all, they don't let me head out on a warship anymore. Even if not for the bloody Abyssals."
Tiger turned her head, averting her eyes as she looked out at the harbor. A hand clenched ever so slightly by her side, as the girl wistfully watched HMS Encounter and HMAS Vampire race down the harbor.
"I know that, Admiral," the girl finally replied softly, "Even so. I'm obsolete, and I know it. At best, I can handle the older Abyssals. But I'm not designed to fight against the modern ships they have. I've seen the intelligence. They have...they have corrupted versions of Nelson. I can't fight that. I wish I could."
The battlecruiser's eyes fell towards the harbor, as she put the images of the corrupted Nelson out of mind. She knew that Nelson herself was in Britain. That didn't make it any easier to see the Abyssal version of the newer girl. Nor did it change Tiger's opinion on herself. She was a girl who had survived the first round of scrappings after the Great War, by the skin of her teeth. And even then, she had been a reserve. A backup for when Hood or Renown or Repulse weren't able to sortie for some reason. Tiger was the 'old gal' who held on by virtue of there not being a need to scrap her. A position that wouldn't make any ship feel particularly good about herself, and the battlecruiser could remember the feeling of her crews.
It was how she remembered her own days, slowly withering away.
While Tiger didn't regret her stint as a training ship, bright young minds rotating through her aging halls, it didn't make it any easier on her. She was a fighter, surviving Jutland despite being pounded on by the Germans. Being reduced to a backup and training vessel...it still hurt a bit. It hardly helped that Britain put her right back into reserve when she came back. And it was still better than Invincible or Indefatigable, who were outright forbidden from sortieing until the Navy could figure out a way to upgrade them. Even knowing that though, it didn't make it easier.
And yet, she didn't blame her Navy one little bit. Her words to her Admiral hadn't been a lie. Tiger was a vessel out of her time, with no real way to balance that. She couldn't deal with ships more modern than her. The battlecruiser's once-great speed was slower than most cruisers, and even some battleships. Her armor had never been thick, but it was downright anemic now. Her guns...13.5 inch, not even as good as her cousins in Japan's Kongou sisters. Tiger was a fighter, unable to match against her new foes.
That knowledge in mind, she fully understood and didn't argue the Royal Navy's decisions, in regards to her deployments. Even now, she was more use as a...
"Tiger, just because you can't fight the stronger Abyssals doesn't mean anything. Need I remind you, that I called in more favors than I care to count to get you out here. Not Hood. Not Renown or Repulse. You. I saw the recordings of what you did, in the North Sea," Kirkpatrick had a wistful look on her face, "You were summoned in the middle of a battle, and went right out anyway. You sunk three Abyssal cruisers, despite not even really knowing how to use your new body. That's a girl who's a fighter. And that's what we need out here, since we don't have the resources of the Royal Navy. Or even the Americans, now that they've got some battleships."
A light flush crossed the face of the battlecruiser, as she tugged on her short blue skirt. Her uniform jacket, similar in design to her Admiral's own, was stretched tight over her modest bust, as she tried to look away from the other woman. It was...it was this, that was why Tiger viewed herself as owing the Australian more than she could ever repay.
Even though Tiger felt that she was outdated and risked much in sailing. Even though she didn't want to train with the destroyers, since it would mean crippling their speed to keep pace with her...she felt warm inside. Despite all of that, despite all of her own worries and shortcomings, she could never repay Admiral Mary Kirkpatrick for giving her the chance to fight.
"Now, get out there and whip those girls into shape before I find Australia and have her drag you out there."
That said...
"Admiral?" Tiger warily asked, worried by the smirk on her Admiral's lined face.
"Don't think I'm joking, dear," Kirkpatrick replied, gesturing down at the water lapping at their pier, "The Americans finally got off their collective asses, and got one of those Iowa girls to Japan. If they ever come here, or need our help, I want to make sure that they aren't disappointed in the Royal Australian Navy! So get down there, and make damn sure those destroyers know that!"
Just like that, the Australian Admiral went from 'kindly older woman' to 'Admiral'. Tiger saluted despite herself, almost jumping into the water. Even as she did so though, there was a small smile on the battlecruiser's face. Her long legs, probably her only defining feature compared to the busty battleships, held up her weight. Her old boilers fired to life, driving 104,000shp through her shafts. Tiger's lean hull cut through the waves, her bow angling directly for the DDs. Despite the seawater spraying her face and wetting her hair, the smile didn't go away.
Yes, I truly never can pay her back...
I tried to weld this to where it could potentially fit in the canon. Though, clearly, it's non-canon until and unless our author likes it and thinks it fits.
That said, with Tiger, I feel like she'd be a girl who is able to acknowledge her own age and relative obsolescence. Where Australia and New Zealand are every stereotype of their namesakes there can be and will go out swinging...Tiger isn't that way. She survived the early Naval Treaties, but only because the Brits needed a spare, really. It's important to note her history post-WW1...reserve, training ship, only brought back into full service because Hood was in refit.
I feel this would lead to a girl who has serious self-confidence issues. But ones she can easily justify to herself, because others do the same. And yet, she's also a fighter, based off her combat history. It's an interesting mix, I think. And hopefully sufficiently different from the Ari situation that Old Iron laid out. At least, insofar that Tiger wasn't outright forbidden from sailing, and actually believed that she should be.
All that said, hopefully this turned out good!
Puerto Rico get no love?
Old Iron
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Well said, I say. Yeah, the US has access to a lot of things that make going solo difficult but absolutely plausible. And with the right political maneuvering, you could even get Canada in on that. Mexico... maybe. Pretty much turn the bulk of continental North America into a stronghold.
At least until the Abyssals decide they want to take a stroll on land.
I haven't made mention of her yet, but it is good to know that she's in Sasebo.
Hibiki is adorable. I've seen some depictions of Inazuma that are just amazing, but Hibiki has to be my favorite.
Something adorable and insane. XDWhat have I created?
I certainly think it did. Tiger's got a nice feel to her and her situation is sufficiently different. Had Ari not been killed at Pearl like she had, she might have a similar outlook. But she's also probably end up as a completely different character.
But I digress. Yeah, I do really like this omake. Tiger's very, very aware of her situation and actual combat relevance but still wants to do everything she can to help out. I think you hit that nail right on the head.
And unless I'm wrong, and I have known to be so, Admiral Kirkpatrick is the first female admiral to take a center stage amongst the omakes. She's a real battleaxe isn't she. XD
Skywalker_T-65
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Well, it's certainly good to know that worked out well! Tiger's an interesting balancing act, so it's nice to know I managed to pull it off.
And yeah, I don't remember any female Admirals, so I figured 'hey, why not?'. 'course, this is still non-canon unless Word of God says differently and I don't even know if our author likes it or not.
Skywalker_T-65
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Heh, I know that feeling.
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Very nice! Poor Tiger though... she's really interesting, even if she is a mite underpowered compared to her friends.
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- United States
Shades of COREverse intensify.
Interesting to see some of the less publicized regions get attention. On the subject of need, can Australia afford to duck out of the sea trade and self-isolate like the USA could, in theory? My gut instinct says yes, but I don't know for certain and I'm pretty positive it would leave New Zealand to twist in the wind.
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Yeah. Tiger's a nice ship, and fun to write in this situation, but she's certainly out of time. It might be possible that a hypothetical refit could fit copies of Kongou's guns on her- the ships are quite similar, though not twins by any means -but that would at best bring her to Kongou's level. Failing that, Tiger is...well, she's an outdated battlecruiser.
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So yeah, a short that should hit after I update my quest. USS New Mexico. Older battleship, defends the Far East shipping lanes, and hates New Jersey because of how she was scrapped.
Guam. Once a thriving tourist outpost, this small island was surrounded by hostiles, and under siege. The crown jewel of the Pacific, and the former center of the US's Push to the east was now little more than a refueling outpost for the few cruisers and cargo ships that struggled to deliver vital goods to this island. Hunger crowded the island. Her people felt abandoned by their allies far away in Washington.. and the situation was dire.
Out in Guam, far away from the prying eyes of the East Coast commands, desperation was rising.
"And so we just need one last thing.. A marine to step into the ring." The commander, a tired looking older man looked at his checklist. Unlike the Mainland, the seas were life for the small islands, and summons here seemed to have more luck,. The Scorpion and Midway were the 2 lead ships on this small base, but there was a lack of firepower.
"I need firepower. Remember your promise ship," the private started, "Remember the blood shed for this island," He cut his hand open with his issued bayonet, dropping 3 drops of blood onto the elaborate map of the Pacific region. "This blood is what we shed, and every day a ship does not return, more blood will be shed for these islands.
The map flashed for a moment, before the normal power returned. "Power on, Sir," an electrician said "Very well, And now we wait," the commander said, "And hope this worked."
Several hours later, the young private was leaving Mass, emotionally conflicted. "Father," a young man said after the Mass was complete, "I need to talk." "Ah, Johnathan," the old preacher turned to the young marine, "What brings you to me?"
"Father, I.. I have sinned. I participated in magic.
The priest stopped, "Now what do you mean magic,"
"I helped summon one of those shipgirls,.. it was just, we need help. Goods aren't getting through as much as they used to, I mean, half the families are starving! I didn't sign up to improve my life only to sit back and watch monsters fight us!"
The old preacher, placed a hand around the Marine's shoulder, "What you did isn't magic, as Peter said, what you bind here on earth, I will bind in heaven. Besides, who do you think talks with the Chaplains on this island." The old priest laughs, "And its better we have control over it, rather than God forbid, the Protestants." Now tell me more in confession.
- - -
The huge 14 inch guns fired, removing the dug in land batteries, as she smiled. It was her job to support the Marines and liberate the Far East. These islands were part of America, the new West, and the New Mexico always knew that the West would never end.
The fact that the young woman ended up in the middle of Naval Base Guam was something not unexpected. Her long sun kissed brown hair blew behind her. The western battleship happened t o walk through the now mostly empty base. The tattoo on her right arm, a binary planet with 4 other smaller stars, along with the BB-40 on her right marked her as the rightful inheritor of the name New Mexico.
"So, where are the damn Japanese.. or those damn Yankees," she started, looking around. "I'm not sure which is worse." Her western twang, mixed in with her western accent were something out of an old fashioned cowboy movie. Her denim cutoffs contoured to her legs extremely well, showing off well tanned legs. Her bright brown eyes were filled with passion, and her Stenson hat,
"Uh, excuse me, Ma'am, Your husband's ship is on pier 3," a Master-at-Arms said, clearly on the verge of heat stroke, "Sorry you were misinformed."
The battleship smiled, "I'm not married, I'm a battleship," she said, proudly showing her huge arsenal of cannons."
"…Ma'am," the petty officer said in shock, "I.. I need to take you to command. We need your help."
"Is it the Japanese?" she smiles, "I'll get em,"
"No ma'am. Its hard to explain, but I will explain later, come with me. The Marshal Islands just sent out a call for any availed units to come and assist, and if you are the girl they summoned, they will most likely send you and the others out now. A battleship would be useful for this sort of op."
Guam. Once a thriving tourist outpost, this small island was surrounded by hostiles, and under siege. The crown jewel of the Pacific, and the former center of the US's Push to the east was now little more than a refueling outpost for the few cruisers and cargo ships that struggled to deliver vital goods to this island. Hunger crowded the island. Her people felt abandoned by their allies far away in Washington.. and the situation was dire.
Out in Guam, far away from the prying eyes of the East Coast commands, desperation was rising.
"And so we just need one last thing.. A marine to step into the ring." The commander, a tired looking older man looked at his checklist. Unlike the Mainland, the seas were life for the small islands, and summons here seemed to have more luck,. The Scorpion and Midway were the 2 lead ships on this small base, but there was a lack of firepower.
"I need firepower. Remember your promise ship," the private started, "Remember the blood shed for this island," He cut his hand open with his issued bayonet, dropping 3 drops of blood onto the elaborate map of the Pacific region. "This blood is what we shed, and every day a ship does not return, more blood will be shed for these islands.
The map flashed for a moment, before the normal power returned. "Power on, Sir," an electrician said "Very well, And now we wait," the commander said, "And hope this worked."
Several hours later, the young private was leaving Mass, emotionally conflicted. "Father," a young man said after the Mass was complete, "I need to talk." "Ah, Johnathan," the old preacher turned to the young marine, "What brings you to me?"
"Father, I.. I have sinned. I participated in magic.
The priest stopped, "Now what do you mean magic,"
"I helped summon one of those shipgirls,.. it was just, we need help. Goods aren't getting through as much as they used to, I mean, half the families are starving! I didn't sign up to improve my life only to sit back and watch monsters fight us!"
The old preacher, placed a hand around the Marine's shoulder, "What you did isn't magic, as Peter said, what you bind here on earth, I will bind in heaven. Besides, who do you think talks with the Chaplains on this island." The old priest laughs, "And its better we have control over it, rather than God forbid, the Protestants." Now tell me more in confession.
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The huge 14 inch guns fired, removing the dug in land batteries, as she smiled. It was her job to support the Marines and liberate the Far East. These islands were part of America, the new West, and the New Mexico always knew that the West would never end.
The fact that the young woman ended up in the middle of Naval Base Guam was something not unexpected. Her long sun kissed brown hair blew behind her. The western battleship happened t o walk through the now mostly empty base. The tattoo on her right arm, a binary planet with 4 other smaller stars, along with the BB-40 on her right marked her as the rightful inheritor of the name New Mexico.
"So, where are the damn Japanese.. or those damn Yankees," she started, looking around. "I'm not sure which is worse." Her western twang, mixed in with her western accent were something out of an old fashioned cowboy movie. Her denim cutoffs contoured to her legs extremely well, showing off well tanned legs. Her bright brown eyes were filled with passion, and her Stenson hat,
"Uh, excuse me, Ma'am, Your husband's ship is on pier 3," a Master-at-Arms said, clearly on the verge of heat stroke, "Sorry you were misinformed."
The battleship smiled, "I'm not married, I'm a battleship," she said, proudly showing her huge arsenal of cannons."
"…Ma'am," the petty officer said in shock, "I.. I need to take you to command. We need your help."
"Is it the Japanese?" she smiles, "I'll get em,"
"No ma'am. Its hard to explain, but I will explain later, come with me. The Marshal Islands just sent out a call for any availed units to come and assist, and if you are the girl they summoned, they will most likely send you and the others out now. A battleship would be useful for this sort of op."
I actually thought about this earlier and I came up with a workable plan.
Replace her guns with the same 12 inchers from the Alaska class. They have better performance then the 14s on the Kongos and most of the US Standard battleships, the Colorados had sixteens. The gun was better in all categories, better range, more accurate, faster reload, and even better penetration. A fact a lot of people over look. Plus they are lighter to boot.
Make her straight oil burning instead of the half coal half oil bullshit that she runs on now. If you can I would replace her 39 boilers with something new and better. Like say the Iowas boilers, or hell the Admiral class boilers they used in the HMS Vanguard were good too, not as efficient as the Iowa's but smaller and lighter which could be a plus.
Her turbines, I prefer turbo electric personally cause it's more versatile and the cons of it only happened once in combat with the Saratoga when a lucky torpedo hit in the right place to cause the shockwaves to short out the bus. It was fixed within five minutes good to enough to get her out of the combat zone, then two hours later they shut down the engines for an hour in a half to fully fix it. That was the only time, out of 27 different hits on different ships, an US turbine electric drive itself was damage like that. All the other times it gave no fucks and kept trucking. Unless the boilers were damaged, but those do not count since that will also kill a regular set up like that Jersey has.
Anyway, that rant come from nowhere, I replace her turbines with newer ones of course. That should increase her speed. She probably could only make thirty knots unless you change the hull shape. Cause I think thirty three is the point where bad shit starts happening to the Kongos and the Tiger hull was base off of them.
As such I look at how to increase her cruising speed. So what if Tiger can only go thirty and the Iowas can hit thirty five. I'll see if I can make Tiger able to do thirty or so for WEEKS without needing to refuel. Meanwhile Jersey is out of fuel.
Hmm, I wonder if you can put one of those big marine diesel that modern cargo ships use in her to use instead of boilers. That do the trick nicely if it will work.
I then will go FULL FREEDOM, MURICA FUCK YEAH, on her AA. Need I say more?
Her armor is a tough one. It all depends on the above. If worst comes to worst, I just do a one for one swap of her armor with modern materials. Preferably I do that and give her All or Nothing armor. There's a reason why I put this last cause it's the hardest to do.
And that is all I can think of now thoughts?
- Location
- 'Murica
Not to get off-topic, but I've started a KanColle quest set in the BelaBatt 'verse. If you like what you see here, come give it a look!
- Location
- Canada
Bismarck and Tirpitz? Scharnhorst and Gneisenau?
...Gibraltar and the Falklands have been summoning shipgirls?
(The Empire and the Commonwealth are not quite the same thing)
Selonianth
Writer of Words
Yep, many countries no longer a part of the British Empire are still technically members of the Commonwealth.