Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Arizona: *Looks up donut crumbs and icing smeared on her face* Hmm? *Notices people staring* ... Um. Hm. Poi?Behold, Ari's (now not so) secret technique-
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
She's Jersey and all the Iowas great-great-grandmother, yep. In that fight with the HMS Levant and the HMS Cyane, Connie suffered little damage in the battle, though it was later discovered that she had twelve 32-pound British cannonballs embedded in her hull, none of which had penetrated through.
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
There's a reason why she's called Old Ironsides and had an Armoured Division take her nickname as their motto. She's that badass.
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Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
Htm. I thought a couple modern destroyers took out some armed Somali pirates a few years back?
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
In what? Unnamed unrecognized rowboats? (Or speedboats?) That's not a kill. That's pest control.
Eh, she'd get very hungry very quickly, and have absolutely terrible AA.
This... this is plain overkill.
Edit: How combat would turn out if Jer had Tomahawks.
New Jersey too OP plz nerf.
- Location
- Canada
This... this is plain overkill.
Edit: How combat would turn out if Jer had Tomahawks.
New Jersey too OP plz nerf.
She must be using a TASM.
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
Ahh... the return of the R2D2 with a &#@@... WITH A VENGEANCE!
@konnigvanmessen
Please try to avoid triple posting.
Please try to avoid triple posting.
- Location
- Nowhere
Found the Multi-quote!
I also wonder what J would do if she saw Hoppo-chan (benevolent)...
Ork Food: the very definition of "We have reserves."
Just wait until Yammy comes back and sees what Japan did to her in space.North Carolina: Look sis, im a space battleship! WOO!
and thenThere is really only one possible reply to that:
Laides... Ice Queen...
clearly you haven't been to the Off-topic forums of WoWS on a Saturday...
I also wonder what J would do if she saw Hoppo-chan (benevolent)...
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PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
Yeah, but it's point defense, not air defense. And she had all of four, which isn't that good for mass attacks.
- Location
- Nowhere
^^ and also there is the fact that Iowa's targeting computers were kept because of their accuracy.
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
May SECNAV have mercy in thy soul.
- Location
- Nowhere
and J gave Shinano the series... RIP
oh jeez I just thought of Des Div 6 finding Battle 360 on the internet...
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PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
Yes, but the reasoning is frequently misquoted.
They weren't kept because we couldn't build a more accurate digital fire control system, but because the Ford Mark 1A exceeds the precision of the training system.
(By the way, that FCC is not unique to the Iowa class. All modern FCCs in the US were the exact same FCC. So the Baltimore class, Des Moines class, and Fletcher class all have the same FCC, geared to direct their respective main batteries.)
- Location
- Nowhere
Oh and on Mutsu's twins, are they gonna be ships too? like with rigging and stuff? And if they're battleships, how the heck do they age fast enough to fight within the next century?
and my mind, being on Battle 360, has also thought of Jersey telling Grey Ghost stories to the Japanese...
and my mind, being on Battle 360, has also thought of Jersey telling Grey Ghost stories to the Japanese...
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Please let them grow up on human terms. I mean, having babies grow up like some cloned soldiers and then send them on front lines had... uh, awkwardness. Kind of.
- Location
- Nowhere
Or as another fanfic puts it, kanmusu age one year for every ten...
Omake: A certain lady
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
＿φ(□□ヘ)
* * * * *
Jane trudged towards the main gate of her school with an irritable expression on her face.
It was a mixed bag of a day and most of it hadn't been fun. Hence the reason she was doing her best impression of her father after a rather hectic day involving admiralty things. And not the fun ones. The things hadn't really even been all that bad or off-putting. It was just all the little bits and pieces adding up until it put her into a sour mood.
She'd managed to do really well on her English vocabulary exam, probably even getting her best score ever. But her triumph had been spoiled when one of the boys in her class had made fun of her for not getting the right answers on some of the questions that were supposedly super easy. Stupid busybodies being nosy about the stupidest things. If you were going to be nosy, then do it about something more fun. Or important!
Like... a game that just came out. Or a TV show. Or something that wasn't her test results.
Even physical education hadn't been all that fun. Just doing record keeping for running and jumping. Nothing exciting like actually playing a sport. It let her get out and move, but it didn't really invigorate her all that much. It was just tiring. And not even in a really enjoyable way. If felt like she was doing a bunch of exhausting, but mind-numbingly menial chores.
Leave it to the doldrums to make her favorite class unfun.
Not even the well hidden presence of Minimu or Smolzona was enough to raise her spirits. Not for lack of trying, but there was only so much they could do while making sure they weren't detected by the rest of the class. Even if they weren't sure if her classmates could see the miniature battleship fairies in the first place.
Some people could see fairies. Some couldn't. And Jane chalked it all up to magical shipgirl shenanigans.
So engrossed with her troubles of the day, she wasn't really even paying attention to where she was going. Just one foot in front of the other as autopilot took over to guide her towards the bus station that would take her back to base. Her radar would keep her aware of her surroundings at the very least. It hadn't failed her before and she was confident it wouldn't anytime soon.
"What? No hello for your old man?"
Back up a second.
Jane's feet came to an abrupt halt before whirling her around to face the speaker.
There was an individual she'd never mistake.
"Daddy!" Jane shouted as she ran up to her father and gave him the most bone-crushing hug she could manage. It really couldn't be described as such. Someone her age is only so strong. But she'd need to be careful when she got older.
"Hey there kiddo." Richardson smiled and placed a hand on his daughter's head, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I'm guessing you didn't get my message."
Jane looked up and shook her head.
She let out a giggle when her father took on a confused expression.
"I did send it didn't I? Pretty sure I did. Around noon?"
"Nope. I didn't get anything." She never once put her phone on silent. Vibrate was the absolute minimum she was willing to accept. It was way too easy to miss something if she turned off the notifications and she wasn't going to miss anything if she could help it. She grinned mischievously. "Does Jintsuu-mama need to have Aunt Naka give you computer lessons?"
Richardson groaned.
"No. No she does not." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, directing Jane's attention towards the vehicle behind him. "Want a lift home? I need to make a stop on the way, but you won't have to worry about the bus."
"Sure!" She smiled before the expression turned suspicious. "You didn't try to name this one anything weird did you?"
Her only response was her father rolling his eyes.
He definitely gave it a silly name. Something legendary and definitely not suitable for a sedan. Especially not one that made its home in the Sasebo motor pool. Fortunately the enlisted in charge of the vehicles on base made absolutely certain any renaming or requests bearing strange titles made their way into the shredder.
Or Jintsuu-mama would make sure the form was conveniently lost in transit and needed redoing. NCO powers augmented by the mystery of the traffic cone were not to be underestimated. Even with mundane things.
Or perhaps especially with mundane things.
One could never tell.
Jane hopped into the car and tossed her bag into the back. A quick check to make sure she was securely buckled in and that she hadn't forgotten anything and she was ready to go.
"So where are we going?" She asked as her father merged into traffic. He wasn't the best driver in her limited opinion, but he was still plenty safe on the road whenever he did drive. Usually he had too much to do and that put someone else behind the wheel. Usually a designated driver. Or Jintsuu-mama. Probably because she was the only one who could drive a smaller vehicle.
Her other mamas needed something a bit more rugged, but at least they had their magical weight thing under enough control to not need the gigantic trucks they used to.
Except Ari-mama. Ari-mama still needed some practice.
"We. Are going shopping."
"Shopping?" Jane noted an odd lightness to her father's voice. "Are we out of groceries? I thought we still had plenty."
And she hadn't outgrown this latest set of clothes. So if clothes were involved, it wasn't for her.
"I'm going to buy a ring for Mutsu. And I would appreciate it if you were there with me to pick it out. I can take you home first if you'd rather not though."
Jane's world halted.
A ring?
A ring for Mutsu-mama?!
"Jane?"
Jane was pretty sure she was smiling like an idiot.
And also wasn't entirely certain she was making a sound that could be heard by human ears.
"Jaaaane?"
"What? Yes! Sir! I am here! Daughter unit Jane reporting. Yes."
Her father laughed and she joined him a moment after regaining something resembling her senses.
"Is it that surprising to hear?" Richardson asked as he brought the car to a stop at the light, his eyes never wavering from the surrounding traffic.
"No! Yes. Kinda." Jane laughed again, albeit slightly more awkwardly. Her voice softened as she continued. "You and Mutsu-mama were taking so long to get together, that I kinda... maybe... Um... I wasn't sure."
"You weren't sure about what?" The light changed and Richardson set them on their way again. "Were you worried I was going to take forever on this too? I'm plenty at fault for spinning my wheels before. But not again. I'm not going to make anyone wait again. Not if I can help it. You can be damn sure about that."
Jane giggled as her father's jaw snapped shut.
"You did not hear me say that."
"No Daddy, I didn't." She could let her father maintain the illusion that she didn't know how to out-swear the average sailor, enlisted or not, for a little while. At least until high school. Then all bets were off.
"Kids these days." Richardson grumbled halfheartedly.
There was a momentary silence as both father and daughter checked both directions to make sure no crazy drivers were going to try and run the next light.
"Yeah... I was worried." She couldn't help it. Stability was a relatively new thing in her life. And between her father's rank and the role of those who had greatly helped in bringing her that stability, she was in a bit of a rush to make sure everyone was happy. Herself included, obviously.
"I'm sorry. I can't promise I won't worry you in the future, but I'll do everything I can avoid it."
She would have to make herself content with that.
A grin bloomed on her face and she knew her father was sweating.
"Please no."
"Soooo~"
"Jane, no. Stop."
Much like a battleship intent on defending it's space, one does not simply ask an excitable Jane Richardson to stop and expect compliance.
"How did Mutsu-mama react? Was she speechless? Was she giddy and hyper and huggy? Did she cry and call you an idiot for taking so long? Dinner was involved. Did you do the spaghetti thing like in the movies only with cheese because pizza and not spaghetti? Or was there handholding? There had to be handholding. Lots of handholding! When am I gonna be a big sis? Soon? Please tell me soon. It better be soon. Hiei-mama said that's why the coffee table was broken. And why you two were walking funny. I hope it's soon. I want little sister boats. Or brothers. But not brother boats. Boys can't be boats. I think. I dunno. Gotta find out soon. When wi-"
"Jane."
Jane promptly shut her mouth when her father managed to cut into her rambling.
He had used his Dadmiral voice. A voice that was equal parts Admiral and Dad in its authority. A tone that was normally specially reserved for when he needed to corral destroyers or submarines who were being particularly rambunctious. She wasn't either, but it was no less effective.
She remained silent as she watched her father try to regain what was left of his marbles. He didn't always succeed, but he tried. The failures were pretty funny though.
It seemed like this time, sanity would be the victor.
"First off, what in blazes did Hiei tell you?" He didn't sound angry. He obviously wasn't happy though. It was that kind of resigned irritation that usually went hand in hand with something that he really didn't want to deal with at that particular moment but would anyways.
Jane adopted a thoughtful expression as she recalled exactly what Hiei-mama had said.
"Humm... She said that... If Mutsu-mama didn't have one in the slip after all of that, then your magazine must be empty and you should get it checked out ASAP." She was ninety percent certain this was something that was supposed to be filed under 'When You're Older'. However there was the other ten percent that didn't quite get the references. She turned her blue gaze to her father and innocently continued. "I don't think I completely understand what a magazine has to do with getting me adorable siblings. But, um, if you need ammo, you should ask Jintsuu-mama for help. I bet she'll make sure you have plenty."
She giggled when her father choked and said something silly about Hiei-mama and a barrel.
"Anyway!" He finally managed after a minute of further irate muttering. "You want to know how Mutsu reacted?"
"Yes, please! Please tell me!" Jane smiled and began nodding as fast as her neck could pivot. Which was pretty fast if she said so herself.
The light and happy smile from earlier reappeared.
"She was absolutely ecstatic. I've never seen her so happy before. She just seemed to glow with the most brilliant smile." He chuckled fondly and Jane's smile grew tenfold. "She nearly broke a rib when she hugged me and said yes. And then she picked me up and spun me around like a rag doll. Laughing and smiling the whole time. I barely had a chance to say anything until she finally put me down. Of course, then I fell over from being too dizzy and whatever I tried to say came out like I'd been drinking all day."
Richardson laughed.
"I think I was trying to apologize for not proposing with a proper ring."
"What did you use instead?" Jane's eyes were sparkling like no tomorrow as she etched every detail into memory.
"A piece of red string." He grinned and continued before Jane could comment. "And yes, I am fully aware of the symbolism."
"At least you didn't try to do something silly like use a mooring line." It would have been funny though. Really funny actually. Still, she was pretty sure her father was trying for something more meaningful than funny. He'd taken long enough after all.
"I might do that when I'm a crotchety old man and we have a good decade under our belts."
"Don't you mean older and more crotchety?"
"Har har."
Both father and daughter laughed merrily.
Jane couldn't be happier. Mutsu-mama was finally going to get the storybook romance and happiness she deserved. And she knew for an absolute fact her father was going to move Heaven and Earth to make sure that joy was never-ending. She also knew, with the same level of confidence, that Mutsu-mama was going to do he same for him.
Nuts to the bad day she'd been having!
This was turning into one of the best days ever. And nothing would convince her otherwise!
She have to update her notebook when she got home. The operation was proceeding wonderfully. And finally back on schedule! She wouldn't have to worry about delays or her father being a silly stick in the mud who took too long. There was a time and a place for taking your time. This was absolutely not one of them.
Jane would brook no argument there.
And no-
A sharp ringtone cut into the droll sounds of traffic and her plotting.
"Jane, get that please?"
"Sure thing."
Jane reached towards the center console where her father's phone was making a racket and plucked it from the cup-holder it had been sitting in. She looked at the caller ID for a moment in mild confusion before shrugging and sliding her finger over the 'answer' popup.
"Hello, Jane Richardson speaking."
. . .
"A-Ah, well sir. I'm doing very well. I hope you're doing the same."
. . .
"A message for daddy?"
. . .
"Oh. Okay. I'll tell him. Yes and thank you sir. I hope you have a good day, sir."
Jane numbly ended the call and turned to her father with a wide-eyed expression.
"Jane? Is everything okay?" Richardson's voice was liberally laced with concern. Though Jane wasn't really paying attention to that at the moment. Her mind was still transfixed on the conversation she'd just had. Well, sort of had.
"Daddy... Um... SECNAV says it you took long enough, He also said he can't make the wedding, but he'll appoint a proxy to do the ceremony."
"What?"
"He also says your first set of kids with Mutsu-mama had better be twins. Adorable twins."
Jane stared in silence as she watched her father's mind visibly implode while somehow still driving really well. It would have been a more impressive sight if her own mind wasn't too far behind. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted that both Minimu and Smolzona were wearing an expression very similar to her own. Or at least what she imagined her expression looked like at the moment.
"Daddy?"
"...I named the car Hloden Knarrabringr."
"Dad!"
* * * * *
* * * * *
Jane trudged towards the main gate of her school with an irritable expression on her face.
It was a mixed bag of a day and most of it hadn't been fun. Hence the reason she was doing her best impression of her father after a rather hectic day involving admiralty things. And not the fun ones. The things hadn't really even been all that bad or off-putting. It was just all the little bits and pieces adding up until it put her into a sour mood.
She'd managed to do really well on her English vocabulary exam, probably even getting her best score ever. But her triumph had been spoiled when one of the boys in her class had made fun of her for not getting the right answers on some of the questions that were supposedly super easy. Stupid busybodies being nosy about the stupidest things. If you were going to be nosy, then do it about something more fun. Or important!
Like... a game that just came out. Or a TV show. Or something that wasn't her test results.
Even physical education hadn't been all that fun. Just doing record keeping for running and jumping. Nothing exciting like actually playing a sport. It let her get out and move, but it didn't really invigorate her all that much. It was just tiring. And not even in a really enjoyable way. If felt like she was doing a bunch of exhausting, but mind-numbingly menial chores.
Leave it to the doldrums to make her favorite class unfun.
Not even the well hidden presence of Minimu or Smolzona was enough to raise her spirits. Not for lack of trying, but there was only so much they could do while making sure they weren't detected by the rest of the class. Even if they weren't sure if her classmates could see the miniature battleship fairies in the first place.
Some people could see fairies. Some couldn't. And Jane chalked it all up to magical shipgirl shenanigans.
So engrossed with her troubles of the day, she wasn't really even paying attention to where she was going. Just one foot in front of the other as autopilot took over to guide her towards the bus station that would take her back to base. Her radar would keep her aware of her surroundings at the very least. It hadn't failed her before and she was confident it wouldn't anytime soon.
"What? No hello for your old man?"
Back up a second.
Jane's feet came to an abrupt halt before whirling her around to face the speaker.
There was an individual she'd never mistake.
"Daddy!" Jane shouted as she ran up to her father and gave him the most bone-crushing hug she could manage. It really couldn't be described as such. Someone her age is only so strong. But she'd need to be careful when she got older.
"Hey there kiddo." Richardson smiled and placed a hand on his daughter's head, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I'm guessing you didn't get my message."
Jane looked up and shook her head.
She let out a giggle when her father took on a confused expression.
"I did send it didn't I? Pretty sure I did. Around noon?"
"Nope. I didn't get anything." She never once put her phone on silent. Vibrate was the absolute minimum she was willing to accept. It was way too easy to miss something if she turned off the notifications and she wasn't going to miss anything if she could help it. She grinned mischievously. "Does Jintsuu-mama need to have Aunt Naka give you computer lessons?"
Richardson groaned.
"No. No she does not." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, directing Jane's attention towards the vehicle behind him. "Want a lift home? I need to make a stop on the way, but you won't have to worry about the bus."
"Sure!" She smiled before the expression turned suspicious. "You didn't try to name this one anything weird did you?"
Her only response was her father rolling his eyes.
He definitely gave it a silly name. Something legendary and definitely not suitable for a sedan. Especially not one that made its home in the Sasebo motor pool. Fortunately the enlisted in charge of the vehicles on base made absolutely certain any renaming or requests bearing strange titles made their way into the shredder.
Or Jintsuu-mama would make sure the form was conveniently lost in transit and needed redoing. NCO powers augmented by the mystery of the traffic cone were not to be underestimated. Even with mundane things.
Or perhaps especially with mundane things.
One could never tell.
Jane hopped into the car and tossed her bag into the back. A quick check to make sure she was securely buckled in and that she hadn't forgotten anything and she was ready to go.
"So where are we going?" She asked as her father merged into traffic. He wasn't the best driver in her limited opinion, but he was still plenty safe on the road whenever he did drive. Usually he had too much to do and that put someone else behind the wheel. Usually a designated driver. Or Jintsuu-mama. Probably because she was the only one who could drive a smaller vehicle.
Her other mamas needed something a bit more rugged, but at least they had their magical weight thing under enough control to not need the gigantic trucks they used to.
Except Ari-mama. Ari-mama still needed some practice.
"We. Are going shopping."
"Shopping?" Jane noted an odd lightness to her father's voice. "Are we out of groceries? I thought we still had plenty."
And she hadn't outgrown this latest set of clothes. So if clothes were involved, it wasn't for her.
"I'm going to buy a ring for Mutsu. And I would appreciate it if you were there with me to pick it out. I can take you home first if you'd rather not though."
Jane's world halted.
A ring?
A ring for Mutsu-mama?!
"Jane?"
Jane was pretty sure she was smiling like an idiot.
And also wasn't entirely certain she was making a sound that could be heard by human ears.
"Jaaaane?"
"What? Yes! Sir! I am here! Daughter unit Jane reporting. Yes."
Her father laughed and she joined him a moment after regaining something resembling her senses.
"Is it that surprising to hear?" Richardson asked as he brought the car to a stop at the light, his eyes never wavering from the surrounding traffic.
"No! Yes. Kinda." Jane laughed again, albeit slightly more awkwardly. Her voice softened as she continued. "You and Mutsu-mama were taking so long to get together, that I kinda... maybe... Um... I wasn't sure."
"You weren't sure about what?" The light changed and Richardson set them on their way again. "Were you worried I was going to take forever on this too? I'm plenty at fault for spinning my wheels before. But not again. I'm not going to make anyone wait again. Not if I can help it. You can be damn sure about that."
Jane giggled as her father's jaw snapped shut.
"You did not hear me say that."
"No Daddy, I didn't." She could let her father maintain the illusion that she didn't know how to out-swear the average sailor, enlisted or not, for a little while. At least until high school. Then all bets were off.
"Kids these days." Richardson grumbled halfheartedly.
There was a momentary silence as both father and daughter checked both directions to make sure no crazy drivers were going to try and run the next light.
"Yeah... I was worried." She couldn't help it. Stability was a relatively new thing in her life. And between her father's rank and the role of those who had greatly helped in bringing her that stability, she was in a bit of a rush to make sure everyone was happy. Herself included, obviously.
"I'm sorry. I can't promise I won't worry you in the future, but I'll do everything I can avoid it."
She would have to make herself content with that.
A grin bloomed on her face and she knew her father was sweating.
"Please no."
"Soooo~"
"Jane, no. Stop."
Much like a battleship intent on defending it's space, one does not simply ask an excitable Jane Richardson to stop and expect compliance.
"How did Mutsu-mama react? Was she speechless? Was she giddy and hyper and huggy? Did she cry and call you an idiot for taking so long? Dinner was involved. Did you do the spaghetti thing like in the movies only with cheese because pizza and not spaghetti? Or was there handholding? There had to be handholding. Lots of handholding! When am I gonna be a big sis? Soon? Please tell me soon. It better be soon. Hiei-mama said that's why the coffee table was broken. And why you two were walking funny. I hope it's soon. I want little sister boats. Or brothers. But not brother boats. Boys can't be boats. I think. I dunno. Gotta find out soon. When wi-"
"Jane."
Jane promptly shut her mouth when her father managed to cut into her rambling.
He had used his Dadmiral voice. A voice that was equal parts Admiral and Dad in its authority. A tone that was normally specially reserved for when he needed to corral destroyers or submarines who were being particularly rambunctious. She wasn't either, but it was no less effective.
She remained silent as she watched her father try to regain what was left of his marbles. He didn't always succeed, but he tried. The failures were pretty funny though.
It seemed like this time, sanity would be the victor.
"First off, what in blazes did Hiei tell you?" He didn't sound angry. He obviously wasn't happy though. It was that kind of resigned irritation that usually went hand in hand with something that he really didn't want to deal with at that particular moment but would anyways.
Jane adopted a thoughtful expression as she recalled exactly what Hiei-mama had said.
"Humm... She said that... If Mutsu-mama didn't have one in the slip after all of that, then your magazine must be empty and you should get it checked out ASAP." She was ninety percent certain this was something that was supposed to be filed under 'When You're Older'. However there was the other ten percent that didn't quite get the references. She turned her blue gaze to her father and innocently continued. "I don't think I completely understand what a magazine has to do with getting me adorable siblings. But, um, if you need ammo, you should ask Jintsuu-mama for help. I bet she'll make sure you have plenty."
She giggled when her father choked and said something silly about Hiei-mama and a barrel.
"Anyway!" He finally managed after a minute of further irate muttering. "You want to know how Mutsu reacted?"
"Yes, please! Please tell me!" Jane smiled and began nodding as fast as her neck could pivot. Which was pretty fast if she said so herself.
The light and happy smile from earlier reappeared.
"She was absolutely ecstatic. I've never seen her so happy before. She just seemed to glow with the most brilliant smile." He chuckled fondly and Jane's smile grew tenfold. "She nearly broke a rib when she hugged me and said yes. And then she picked me up and spun me around like a rag doll. Laughing and smiling the whole time. I barely had a chance to say anything until she finally put me down. Of course, then I fell over from being too dizzy and whatever I tried to say came out like I'd been drinking all day."
Richardson laughed.
"I think I was trying to apologize for not proposing with a proper ring."
"What did you use instead?" Jane's eyes were sparkling like no tomorrow as she etched every detail into memory.
"A piece of red string." He grinned and continued before Jane could comment. "And yes, I am fully aware of the symbolism."
"At least you didn't try to do something silly like use a mooring line." It would have been funny though. Really funny actually. Still, she was pretty sure her father was trying for something more meaningful than funny. He'd taken long enough after all.
"I might do that when I'm a crotchety old man and we have a good decade under our belts."
"Don't you mean older and more crotchety?"
"Har har."
Both father and daughter laughed merrily.
Jane couldn't be happier. Mutsu-mama was finally going to get the storybook romance and happiness she deserved. And she knew for an absolute fact her father was going to move Heaven and Earth to make sure that joy was never-ending. She also knew, with the same level of confidence, that Mutsu-mama was going to do he same for him.
Nuts to the bad day she'd been having!
This was turning into one of the best days ever. And nothing would convince her otherwise!
She have to update her notebook when she got home. The operation was proceeding wonderfully. And finally back on schedule! She wouldn't have to worry about delays or her father being a silly stick in the mud who took too long. There was a time and a place for taking your time. This was absolutely not one of them.
Jane would brook no argument there.
And no-
A sharp ringtone cut into the droll sounds of traffic and her plotting.
"Jane, get that please?"
"Sure thing."
Jane reached towards the center console where her father's phone was making a racket and plucked it from the cup-holder it had been sitting in. She looked at the caller ID for a moment in mild confusion before shrugging and sliding her finger over the 'answer' popup.
"Hello, Jane Richardson speaking."
. . .
"A-Ah, well sir. I'm doing very well. I hope you're doing the same."
. . .
"A message for daddy?"
. . .
"Oh. Okay. I'll tell him. Yes and thank you sir. I hope you have a good day, sir."
Jane numbly ended the call and turned to her father with a wide-eyed expression.
"Jane? Is everything okay?" Richardson's voice was liberally laced with concern. Though Jane wasn't really paying attention to that at the moment. Her mind was still transfixed on the conversation she'd just had. Well, sort of had.
"Daddy... Um... SECNAV says it you took long enough, He also said he can't make the wedding, but he'll appoint a proxy to do the ceremony."
"What?"
"He also says your first set of kids with Mutsu-mama had better be twins. Adorable twins."
Jane stared in silence as she watched her father's mind visibly implode while somehow still driving really well. It would have been a more impressive sight if her own mind wasn't too far behind. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted that both Minimu and Smolzona were wearing an expression very similar to her own. Or at least what she imagined her expression looked like at the moment.
"Daddy?"
"...I named the car Hloden Knarrabringr."
"Dad!"
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PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
Personally, I want to see Johnston blow her top at being called a DE.
Sammy's a DE, she's a DD.
...Poor Elephant.