And here's some more Jane and Arizona:
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Hearing the knock, Jane rushed toward the door. "I GOT IT!" Once she skidded to a halt in front of it, she opened the door to see a delivery man. "Hi?"


With a blink, the man smiled down at her. "Hello there... I got a package for one Jane Richardson?"

A large smile spread across Jane's face as she nodded. "That's me!"

Several moments later, once she sighed for the package, Jane was heading back to her room when Jintsuu came into view with a raised eyebrow as she saw the package. Crossing her arms, she cleared her throat. "And what do you have there, Jane?"

Biting her lip, Jane looked around and then leaned forward. "Can you keep a secret, Jintsuu?"

Even as she bit back a smile at how Jane tried to look serious, but only ended up looking cute. "Okay, I'll keep whatever it is a secret as long as someone doesn't get hurt, Jane."

After a few seconds of thought, Jane nodded and Jintsuu leaned in as Jane cupped a hand to her mouth. "I bought a present online for Arizona for her birthday."

That caused the Cruiser to raise an eyebrow. "A present? For her birthday?" At the nod, she smiled and made a motion she had seen on TV which looked like she was zippering her lips. "Your secret is safe with me, ma'am." Once Jane had headed to her room, Jintsuu frowned in thought. "Birthday...?"

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Arizona looked up from her desk in Admiral Richardson's office as Jane came walking in with a bemused Mutsu who carried a large box from which the smell of cake issued. Jane herself had a smaller box which she set down on Arizona's desk with a large smile. "Happy birthday, Arizona!"

Utterly confused, Arizona looked over at the Admiral who merely raised an eyebrow. "... Birthday?"

Raising a finger, Jane nodded before she pointed it at the office calendar on one wall. "It's March 16, the day that I read you were laid down. That's a ship's birthday, right?"

As she attempted to hold back a laugh, Hiei coughed a bit. "Well... it is for some ships. Others celebrate when they were launched or commissioned... and some all three."

Her eyes wide, Jane stared between the warships with amazement. "You have three birthdays?" Sharing a look with her fellow Kanmusu, Hiei simply shrugged. "That is so awesome!"

With his hands held in front of his face to hide his smile, Richardson coughed a bit. "Aren't you going to open your present, Arizona?"

Giving him a slightly betrayed look, Arizona turned back to the present and blinked at the sight of tiny cartoon warships on the wrapping. 'Where did she...' As she gave one last look of confusion to a nearly vibrating Jane, Arizona slowly unwrapped the present as Mutsu set the came down the cake, revealing 27 candles on it. Once the present was opened, Arizona's eyebrows furrowed as she picked up the plush version of a battleship. "Thank you...?"

Jane grinned a bit as she held her hands behind her. "Now you can sleep better!"

If anything, that confused Arizona even more not to mention the others as Richardson raised an eyebrow at her. "And how will it do that?"

Crossing her arms, Jane frowned at him. "Remember when you took me to Pearl Harbour, daddy?" She didn't notice the slight flinch from Arizona, though the battleship slowly turned the plush one over in her hands and froze at what was on the bottom. "I asked you about why, um, Big Mo was tied up where she was and you said it was so that she could watch over Arizona while she was sleeping. So I thought that if I bought one of her own, she could cuddle with it and be able to sleep, because she would have Big Mo there watching over her. I know that when I have nightmares, my teddy can help me get back to sleep."

Frozen, Arizona blinked as she realized that, yes, Jane had gotten her a stuffed plush of the USS Missouri of all things. Her face now as red as her hair, she glanced around to see the stunned looks on the others. Gently, she reached over and pulled Jane into a hug. "Thank you."

In return, she got a tighter hug from the young girl and a large grin.

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Sitting down on her bed, Arizona glanced at the clock and sighed as it said it was after midnight. 'Just a few more minutes... Then I can leave.' Of course, her gaze then caught sight of the stuffed Big Mo on her dresser and with some curiosity, she reached up and grabbed it. Turning it over in her hands, Arizona shook her head. "A teddy... Oh, Jane."

With a look around, she grasped it to her chest and gave it a soft squeeze before she smiled a bit. 'It is rather soft and cuddly, I suppose...'

Several minutes later, Mutsu poked her head in and then blinked as she noticed Arizona asleep, Jane's gift to her cuddled to her chest. 'My, my, my, Arizona.~' Walking over, Mutsu gently moved her and then laid the covers on top of the battleship before leaving, turning out the light as she closed the door.
Aw..... that's the cutest thing. Jane being hyperactive and helpful is just the sweetest thing, especially when she's so eager to show Ari what she got her!

And Ari with a plushie is just the best. I can just picture her snuggling up with her little plushie. D'aww....
 
And here's some more Jane and Arizona:
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That was utterly adorable. Jane's just a sweet little kid, isn't she. She's trying so hard to help Ari and it's just the most endearing thing. Of all the gifts she could have gotten for Ari, a Mo plushie was just perfect. And Arizona's reaction was great. I can just imagine her taking that with her on any base deployment she can.

Though the thought of Jersey catching Ari with that plushie is hilarious, especially if the latter is curled up somewhere and sleeping soundly.
Said plushie is actually real by the way:
I want one!
 
That was utterly adorable. Jane's just a sweet little kid, isn't she. She's trying so hard to help Ari and it's just the most endearing thing. Of all the gifts she could have gotten for Ari, a Mo plushie was just perfect. And Arizona's reaction was great. I can just imagine her taking that with her on any base deployment she can.
I can imagine it myself actually. Oddly, now I am imagining Spaceshipgirl! Jane walking into Ari's room and finding said plush there, lovingly cared for and patched.
Though the thought of Jersey catching Ari with that plushie is hilarious, especially if the latter is curled up somewhere and sleeping soundly.
Alternatively, Jersey only smiles and Gibbs slaps anyone making a negative comment about it.
Damnit, now I want one. Nice work on the omake!
Same here.
I suppose that would be one of her bigger problems. Feeling Safe would... well... Be paramount.
Well, as mentioned, one of the reasons why she's always awake is because she doesn't feel safe sleeping unless there's someone right there keeping an eye on her. In this case, the plush replaced that and lets her get some sleep.
 
I can imagine it myself actually. Oddly, now I am imagining Spaceshipgirl! Jane walking into Ari's room and finding said plush there, lovingly cared for and patched.
D'aww... I can see that as well.

Even after a century and more, Ari keeps that plushie close. It doesn't matter whether or not she needs it anymore. She wants it close because of everything it means to her. :)
Alternatively, Jersey only smiles and Gibbs slaps anyone making a negative comment about it.
Haha. She just might.

Right before running off to find a puddle of destroyers to cuddle.
Well, as mentioned, one of the reasons why she's always awake is because she doesn't feel safe sleeping unless there's someone right there keeping an eye on her. In this case, the plush replaced that and lets her get some sleep.
And thus, Jane Richardson helped to cure the insomnia that no one else could do anything lasting about.
Richardson: You did good, kid.
Jane: *beams*
 
I imagine her crew had knowledge of needlepoint/sewing. Even if that's not the case, I can see her developing such a skill to keep her plushie in good order as the years go by.
I rather like this image. Of course, she'd probably need some help getting started either way. Time to pester the fleet for help!
 
And here's Wash's first trip to a nightclub...
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Gale blinked a bit as she looked up from her computer with a frown on her face. "Wait... say that again?"

From where she leaned against the doorframe, Wash raised an eyebrow. Part of Gale grumbled as the battleship made even that looked amazing. "I said, that I was wondering if it was possible to go to a night club."

Several moments passed before Gale reached up and pinched her the bridge of her nose as she muttered. "That's what I thought that you said..." Raising her head, Gale sighed and leaned against her desk. "And what brought this on now?"

With a slight smile, Wash tapped her chin. "I overheard some of the female personnel talking about going clubbing, and when I asked they were kind enough to explain." Wash then tilted her head with an expression of fond remembrance on her face. "I remember some of my sailors talking about going to the nightclubs on shore leave..." Coughing a bit, Gale tried not to choke a bit from laughter which caused Wash to furrow her eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"

However, Gale only waved her off. "Uh, no, nothing's wrong it's just... you do realize that nightclubs have changed a bit since the 1940s, right?"

Blinking, Wash only chuckled a bit. "Maybe, but how different can they be?"

As she leaned back, Gale sighed to herself. "Oooh boy..."

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Adjusting her dress a little, Wash frowned a bit. "Is this really appropriate wear for going to a night club now?"

Her eyebrow raised, Gale gave the battleship a once over and took in the sight of her in a one piece night club dress. "Honestly? Yes, this is the type of clothing that you'll see now in nightclubs."

Turning back to the entrance as they entered, Gale didn't notice Wash giving her a once over. 'Perhaps there might be some upsides...' And then they were inside and Wash's eyes widened at what she saw. Part of it was due to the sheer heat and smell of the press of bodies as well as the light show. Another part of it though was the music which she swore she could feel causing her hull to vibrate in time.

Which was not to say that the form of dancing she could see wherever she looked helped. The image of Gale performing such moves caused heat to rise to her cheeks before the Yeoman dragged her toward the bar. Humming, Gale turned toward the still stunned battleship. "Well, want to try sex on the beach?"

Eyes wide, Wash's head snapped around to look at Gale. "I... I... that... is rather forward of you..."

Confused, Gale frowned a bit. "Well... I figured that I would order you a drink is all."

That caused Wash to stare at her. "What?"

Seeing as Gale was confused herself, she waved toward the bar. "Sex on the beach for you to drink."

Wash's cheeks once more went red in the flashing lights as she coughed. "Uh, okay then. I suppose that might not be too bad..."

Moments later, Gale shook off the odd look on her face as she got the drinks for both her and Wash. "Well, here we go..."

Taking hers, Wash looked at it curiously before she took a sip. 'This... isn't that bad.'

Unfortunately for her, once she was done with her drink the real fun began as Gale grabbed her hand and began to drag her out toward the dancefloor. "Come on then, time to dance."

Her eyes widening, Wash took in the crowded dance area and gave Gale a slightly panicked look. "Wait... dancing, like that?!"

If anything though, Gale was rather amused at the expression, but still gave her a smile. "Look, it's not that bad and, tell you what, I'll be your partner. Could do a lot worse then me teaching you after all."

Thankfully, Gale didn't hear Wash's mutter over the loud music. "It's not you teaching me that I'm worried about..."

Bouncing a bit on her feet, Gale turned toward Wash with a grin. "Now then, this is an easy song and the real trick to clubbing is to feel the beat and dance to that..."

Moments later, Wash's eyes widened as Gale launched into various moves. 'Oh dear sweet God, why is she moving her hips like that?! And the rest of her and... she wants me to copy her!?' Gulping, Wash attempted to do so, the whole time keeping her eyes on Gale who only laughed.

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"Oh come on, my place isn't really that far away you know..."

Yawning a bit, Gale snorted as she gave the guy a drunken glare. "What part of not interested is it that you don't seem to understand?"

His eyes narrowing, the man leaned back as he brought his hand closer behind Gale. "Well-"

Suddenly he winced as he felt a vice grip on his hand and looked up to see Wash who glared at him with all the frigidity of a glacier. "I believe that Gale said that she wasn't interested in the slightest."

With a scowl, the guy got up and walked off once Wash let him go. The battleship heard what he was muttering even if Gale didn't and plucked an ice cube from her now empty glass and held it between two fingers. Moments later, it was gone and the guy was now hopping around and yelping as he clawed at the back of his shirt. At the same time, Gale yawned and slowly got off the stool onto her unsteady feet. "We should probably get going..."

Getting up herself, Wash found herself steadying the drunk Gale as they made their way out of the club and outside. As they walked, Wash kept an eye out for any trouble as she started a conversation. "I noticed that you were getting a lot of attention."

As she snorted, the Yeoman shook her head. "Nah, that was probably because I was with you there tonight is all. I'm just a plain, jane after all."

That caused Wash to raise an eyebrow at her. "I highly doubt that, Gale. As for you being a plain jane, trust me when I say that's plain wrong" Getting another snort, and feeling Gale lean more into her, Wash simply dropped it and chose to relax. Despite her embarrassment, Wash had enjoyed their outing that night. And even though she didn't want to admit, she was looking forward to the next time...
 
And here's Wash's first trip to a nightclub...
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Gale blinked a bit as she looked up from her computer with a frown on her face. "Wait... say that again?"

From where she leaned against the doorframe, Wash raised an eyebrow. Part of Gale grumbled as the battleship made even that looked amazing. "I said, that I was wondering if it was possible to go to a night club."

Several moments passed before Gale reached up and pinched her the bridge of her nose as she muttered. "That's what I thought that you said..." Raising her head, Gale sighed and leaned against her desk. "And what brought this on now?"

With a slight smile, Wash tapped her chin. "I overheard some of the female personnel talking about going clubbing, and when I asked they were kind enough to explain." Wash then tilted her head with an expression of fond remembrance on her face. "I remember some of my sailors talking about going to the nightclubs on shore leave..." Coughing a bit, Gale tried not to choke a bit from laughter which caused Wash to furrow her eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"

However, Gale only waved her off. "Uh, no, nothing's wrong it's just... you do realize that nightclubs have changed a bit since the 1940s, right?"

Blinking, Wash only chuckled a bit. "Maybe, but how different can they be?"

As she leaned back, Gale sighed to herself. "Oooh boy..."

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Adjusting her dress a little, Wash frowned a bit. "Is this really appropriate wear for going to a night club now?"

Her eyebrow raised, Gale gave the battleship a once over and took in the sight of her in a one piece night club dress. "Honestly? Yes, this is the type of clothing that you'll see now in nightclubs."

Turning back to the entrance as they entered, Gale didn't notice Wash giving her a once over. 'Perhaps there might be some upsides...' And then they were inside and Wash's eyes widened at what she saw. Part of it was due to the sheer heat and smell of the press of bodies as well as the light show. Another part of it though was the music which she swore she could feel causing her hull to vibrate in time.

Which was not to say that the form of dancing she could see wherever she looked helped. The image of Gale performing such moves caused heat to rise to her cheeks before the Yeoman dragged her toward the bar. Humming, Gale turned toward the still stunned battleship. "Well, want to try sex on the beach?"

Eyes wide, Wash's head snapped around to look at Gale. "I... I... that... is rather forward of you..."

Confused, Gale frowned a bit. "Well... I figured that I would order you a drink is all."

That caused Wash to stare at her. "What?"

Seeing as Gale was confused herself, she waved toward the bar. "Sex on the beach for you to drink."

Wash's cheeks once more went red in the flashing lights as she coughed. "Uh, okay then. I suppose that might not be too bad..."

Moments later, Gale shook off the odd look on her face as she got the drinks for both her and Wash. "Well, here we go..."

Taking hers, Wash looked at it curiously before she took a sip. 'This... isn't that bad.'

Unfortunately for her, once she was done with her drink the real fun began as Gale grabbed her hand and began to drag her out toward the dancefloor. "Come on then, time to dance."

Her eyes widening, Wash took in the crowded dance area and gave Gale a slightly panicked look. "Wait... dancing, like that?!"

If anything though, Gale was rather amused at the expression, but still gave her a smile. "Look, it's not that bad and, tell you what, I'll be your partner. Could do a lot worse then me teaching you after all."

Thankfully, Gale didn't hear Wash's mutter over the loud music. "It's not you teaching me that I'm worried about..."

Bouncing a bit on her feet, Gale turned toward Wash with a grin. "Now then, this is an easy song and the real trick to clubbing is to feel the beat and dance to that..."

Moments later, Wash's eyes widened as Gale launched into various moves. 'Oh dear sweet God, why is she moving her hips like that?! And the rest of her and... she wants me to copy her!?' Gulping, Wash attempted to do so, the whole time keeping her eyes on Gale who only laughed.

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"Oh come on, my place isn't really that far away you know..."

Yawning a bit, Gale snorted as she gave the guy a drunken glare. "What part of not interested is it that you don't seem to understand?"

His eyes narrowing, the man leaned back as he brought his hand closer behind Gale. "Well-"

Suddenly he winced as he felt a vice grip on his hand and looked up to see Wash who glared at him with all the frigidity of a glacier. "I believe that Gale said that she wasn't interested in the slightest."

With a scowl, the guy got up and walked off once Wash let him go. The battleship heard what he was muttering even if Gale didn't and plucked an ice cube from her now empty glass and held it between two fingers. Moments later, it was gone and the guy was now hopping around and yelping as he clawed at the back of his shirt. At the same time, Gale yawned and slowly got off the stool onto her unsteady feet. "We should probably get going..."

Getting up herself, Wash found herself steadying the drunk Gale as they made their way out of the club and outside. As they walked, Wash kept an eye out for any trouble as she started a conversation. "I noticed that you were getting a lot of attention."

As she snorted, the Yeoman shook her head. "Nah, that was probably because I was with you there tonight is all. I'm just a plain, jane after all."

That caused Wash to raise an eyebrow at her. "I highly doubt that, Gale. As for you being a plain jane, trust me when I say that's plain wrong" Getting another snort, and feeling Gale lean more into her, Wash simply dropped it and chose to relax. Despite her embarrassment, Wash had enjoyed their outing that night. And even though she didn't want to admit, she was looking forward to the next time...
Oh Wash, you had not a single clue did you. And Gale! Give yourself more credit! XD

That was quite funny. One does not simply pressure Yeoman Gale. If she doesn't kick your ass, she's got some deathly accurate fire support.

Though I nearly cracked up at all of Washington's blushing and confusion and 'Oh my...' :D
 
And here's some more Jane and Arizona:
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Hearing the knock, Jane rushed toward the door. "I GOT IT!" Once she skidded to a halt in front of it, she opened the door to see a delivery man. "Hi?"


With a blink, the man smiled down at her. "Hello there... I got a package for one Jane Richardson?"

A large smile spread across Jane's face as she nodded. "That's me!"

Several moments later, once she sighed for the package, Jane was heading back to her room when Jintsuu came into view with a raised eyebrow as she saw the package. Crossing her arms, she cleared her throat. "And what do you have there, Jane?"

Biting her lip, Jane looked around and then leaned forward. "Can you keep a secret, Jintsuu?"

Even as she bit back a smile at how Jane tried to look serious, but only ended up looking cute. "Okay, I'll keep whatever it is a secret as long as someone doesn't get hurt, Jane."

After a few seconds of thought, Jane nodded and Jintsuu leaned in as Jane cupped a hand to her mouth. "I bought a present online for Arizona for her birthday."

That caused the Cruiser to raise an eyebrow. "A present? For her birthday?" At the nod, she smiled and made a motion she had seen on TV which looked like she was zippering her lips. "Your secret is safe with me, ma'am." Once Jane had headed to her room, Jintsuu frowned in thought. "Birthday...?"

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Arizona looked up from her desk in Admiral Richardson's office as Jane came walking in with a bemused Mutsu who carried a large box from which the smell of cake issued. Jane herself had a smaller box which she set down on Arizona's desk with a large smile. "Happy birthday, Arizona!"

Utterly confused, Arizona looked over at the Admiral who merely raised an eyebrow. "... Birthday?"

Raising a finger, Jane nodded before she pointed it at the office calendar on one wall. "It's March 16, the day that I read you were laid down. That's a ship's birthday, right?"

As she attempted to hold back a laugh, Hiei coughed a bit. "Well... it is for some ships. Others celebrate when they were launched or commissioned... and some all three."

Her eyes wide, Jane stared between the warships with amazement. "You have three birthdays?" Sharing a look with her fellow Kanmusu, Hiei simply shrugged. "That is so awesome!"

With his hands held in front of his face to hide his smile, Richardson coughed a bit. "Aren't you going to open your present, Arizona?"

Giving him a slightly betrayed look, Arizona turned back to the present and blinked at the sight of tiny cartoon warships on the wrapping. 'Where did she...' As she gave one last look of confusion to a nearly vibrating Jane, Arizona slowly unwrapped the present as Mutsu set the came down the cake, revealing 27 candles on it. Once the present was opened, Arizona's eyebrows furrowed as she picked up the plush version of a battleship. "Thank you...?"

Jane grinned a bit as she held her hands behind her. "Now you can sleep better!"

If anything, that confused Arizona even more not to mention the others as Richardson raised an eyebrow at her. "And how will it do that?"

Crossing her arms, Jane frowned at him. "Remember when you took me to Pearl Harbour, daddy?" She didn't notice the slight flinch from Arizona, though the battleship slowly turned the plush one over in her hands and froze at what was on the bottom. "I asked you about why, um, Big Mo was tied up where she was and you said it was so that she could watch over Arizona while she was sleeping. So I thought that if I bought one of her own, she could cuddle with it and be able to sleep, because she would have Big Mo there watching over her. I know that when I have nightmares, my teddy can help me get back to sleep."

Frozen, Arizona blinked as she realized that, yes, Jane had gotten her a stuffed plush of the USS Missouri of all things. Her face now as red as her hair, she glanced around to see the stunned looks on the others. Gently, she reached over and pulled Jane into a hug. "Thank you."

In return, she got a tighter hug from the young girl and a large grin.

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Sitting down on her bed, Arizona glanced at the clock and sighed as it said it was after midnight. 'Just a few more minutes... Then I can leave.' Of course, her gaze then caught sight of the stuffed Big Mo on her dresser and with some curiosity, she reached up and grabbed it. Turning it over in her hands, Arizona shook her head. "A teddy... Oh, Jane."

With a look around, she grasped it to her chest and gave it a soft squeeze before she smiled a bit. 'It is rather soft and cuddly, I suppose...'

Several minutes later, Mutsu poked her head in and then blinked as she noticed Arizona asleep, Jane's gift to her cuddled to her chest. 'My, my, my, Arizona.~' Walking over, Mutsu gently moved her and then laid the covers on top of the battleship before leaving, turning out the light as she closed the door.
I just sorry I can't give it a half dozen hugs. :wink:
 
D'aww... I can see that as well.

Even after a century and more, Ari keeps that plushie close. It doesn't matter whether or not she needs it anymore. She wants it close because of everything it means to her. :)
Well, it would be her first real gift, and one from someone who really cares deeply for her. So yeah, I can see her taking really good care of it for as long as possible.
Haha. She just might.

Right before running off to find a puddle of destroyers to cuddle.
As if Jersey needs an excuse to cuddle with destroyers.
And thus, Jane Richardson helped to cure the insomnia that no one else could do anything lasting about.
Richardson: You did good, kid.
Jane: *beams*
And then she gets head pats from Mutsu, Hiei, and Jintsuu. :p
I imagine her crew had knowledge of needlepoint/sewing. Even if that's not the case, I can see her developing such a skill to keep her plushie in good order as the years go by.
That would be highly likely. Though that now gives me the image of her making gifts with sewing.
I rather like this image. Of course, she'd probably need some help getting started either way. Time to pester the fleet for help!
Hmm, now who could she ask... But agreed on liking the image.
Oh Wash, you had not a single clue did you.
Wash: The last time I knew anything about clubs was back in the 1940s. I expected they might be different now, but not that different!
And Gale! Give yourself more credit! XD
Gale obviously still has some self-image problems. Which Wash will be more then to help out with by telling Gale that she had nothing to worry about in the looks department... If she could ever get it out, that is. XD
That was quite funny. One does not simply pressure Yeoman Gale. If she doesn't kick your ass, she's got some deathly accurate fire support.
Luckily, he didn't do something to really piss off Wash. She's rather protective of her friends after all.
Though I nearly cracked up at all of Washington's blushing and confusion and 'Oh my...' :D
Wash: Once more, 1940s was the last time I heard anything about nightclubs. And Gale asked me if I wanted "Sex on a Beach"! How was I supposed to know she meant a drink?!
I just sorry I can't give it a half dozen hugs. :wink:
That's okay. ;)
 
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Jane blinked up at the woman in front of her who wore a surgical mask on her face and frowned. When she had decided to walk back home from her father's office on the base, she didn't expect to meet anyone since it was slightly dark out. Nor had she expected the question asked of her. "Yeah, I think that your pretty."

Reaching up toward her mask as her eyes bored into the little girl, the woman chuckled. "I see, but do-"

A moment later she stopped as a hand clapped onto her shoulder in a steel-like vice grip. "Hello, Jane. Sorry about taking so long to catch up."

Smiling brightly, Jane only shook her head. "It's okay, Jintsuu. Sorry about running ahead..."

However, the cruiser only shook her head a bit. "Don't sweat it, kiddo." Seeing something, Jintsuu waved at one of the members of the visiting DesDev6 over. "Hey, Hibiki, mind coming over here?"

Once the Destroyer did and saw the woman more clearly, her eyes widened a fraction. "Uh, yes, Jintsuu-San?"

With a chuckle and ignoring the slight attempts of the woman to free herself from the Cruiser's grip, Jintsuu tilted her head at a confused Jane. "Mind walking Jane home? I would, but I need to talk with an old... Aquintence."

Her face slightly pale, Hibiki nodded and grabbed Jane's hand. "Sure, come on Jane! Let's go."

Even though she was confused, Jane still waved goodbye to Jintsuu. Once the little girl was out of view, Jintsuu chuckled a bit. "Jane's a really good girl, you know. Kind and with a huge heart."

Clearing her throat, the woman nodded. "I'm sure that she is-Urk!"

Quick as a snake, Jintstuu's hand went from the woman's shoulder to around her neck. "Yes, she's a very good girl which makes the fact that you just targeted her a very poor decision on your part." Seeing the widening, bloodshot eyes, Jintsuu stared at the woman with a gaze that made the Arctic seem tropical by comparison. "Oh, yes, I know exactly what you are as you know what I am. I also know what you've done to other children out of malice. It's a shame that there's so few of us Kanmusu and that we've been so busy with the Abyssals that we haven't had time to deal with other... Dangers. The fact that you were stupid enough to come here, on this base and target someone under my protection... Well, it might be a good thing in a sense."

Her voice was the most frightening bit as it had not changed in tone from it's conversational warmth. As if she was merely talking about the weather. However, the creaking and splintering sounds under Jintstuu's hand gave the threat of violence away as she leaned in to softly whisper. Said tone being like silk being drawn across stone...

Or the unsheathing of a well kept Katana. "Never again will you ever threaten a child, Kuchisake-onna..."
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Because who knows if the Kanmusu and the Abyssals are the only supernatural things in the world? Not to mention that Jintsuu gets too little love...
 
Jane blinked up at the woman in front of her who wore a surgical mask on her face and frowned. When she had decided to walk back home from her father's office on the base, she didn't expect to meet anyone since it was slightly dark out. Nor had she expected the question asked of her. "Yeah, I think that your pretty."

Reaching up toward her mask as her eyes bored into the little girl, the woman chuckled. "I see, but do-"

A moment later she stopped as a hand clapped onto her shoulder in a steel-like vice grip. "Hello, Jane. Sorry about taking so long to catch up."

Smiling brightly, Jane only shook her head. "It's okay, Jintsuu. Sorry about running ahead..."

However, the cruiser only shook her head a bit. "Don't sweat it, kiddo." Seeing something, Jintsuu waved at one of the members of the visiting DesDev6 over. "Hey, Hibiki, mind coming over here?"

Once the Destroyer did and saw the woman more clearly, her eyes widened a fraction. "Uh, yes, Jintsuu-San?"

With a chuckle and ignoring the slight attempts of the woman to free herself from the Cruiser's grip, Jintsuu tilted her head at a confused Jane. "Mind walking Jane home? I would, but I need to talk with an old... Aquintence."

Her face slightly pale, Hibiki nodded and grabbed Jane's hand. "Sure, come on Jane! Let's go."

Even though she was confused, Jane still waved goodbye to Jintsuu. Once the little girl was out of view, Jintsuu chuckled a bit. "Jane's a really good girl, you know. Kind and with a huge heart."

Clearing her throat, the woman nodded. "I'm sure that she is-Urk!"

Quick as a snake, Jintstuu's hand went from the woman's shoulder to around her neck. "Yes, she's a very good girl which makes the fact that you just targeted her a very poor decision on your part." Seeing the widening, bloodshot eyes, Jintsuu stared at the woman with a gaze that made the Arctic seem tropical by comparison. "Oh, yes, I know exactly what you are as you know what I am. I also know what you've done to other children out of malice. It's a shame that there's so few of us Kanmusu and that we've been so busy with the Abyssals that we haven't had time to deal with other... Dangers. The fact that you were stupid enough to come here, on this base and target someone under my protection... Well, it might be a good thing in a sense."

Her voice was the most frightening bit as it had not changed in tone from it's conversational warmth. As if she was merely talking about the weather. However, the creaking and splintering sounds under Jintstuu's hand gave the threat of violence away as she leaned in to softly whisper. Said tone being like silk being drawn across stone...

Or the unsheathing of a well kept Katana. "Never again will you ever threaten a child, Kuchisake-onna..."
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Because who knows if the Kanmusu and the Abyssals are the only supernatural things in the world? Not to mention that Jintsuu gets too little love...
It's my fault. And I'm sorry. :(

Still, that's an interesting notion. And you almost feel sorry for the monster. Almost. Then you remember she threatened someone on Jintsuu's base. She threatened Jane.

I'm imagining the pecking order at Sasebo is thus: Battleships < Richardson < Jane < Appropriately Ranked Flag <<< Jintsuu.
 
It's my fault. And I'm sorry. :(
No worries, it's really all our faults. :(
Still, that's an interesting notion. And you almost feel sorry for the monster. Almost. Then you remember she threatened someone on Jintsuu's base. She threatened Jane.
Well, that and until you remember that this is something that goes out of it's way to mutilate and gruesomely kill children...
I'm imagining the pecking order at Sasebo is thus: Battleships < Richardson < Jane < Appropriately Ranked Flag <<< Jintsuu.
That... honestly makes a lot of sense.

Also, since I posted this on SB and I am a horrible person...
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Outside the door of the public restroom Akatsuki blinked as she heard Hibiki shout out from inside. "Can someone please get me some toilet paper?! The stall's all out!"

Just after Inazuma and Ikazuchi rushed off to get some, Akatsuki heard a male voice inside talking. "Do you want red toilet paper or blue toilet paper?"

For some odd reason, that stirred some memories, but before she could go any further, Hibiki grunted. "Da, either would do."

Next thing that Akatsuki knew, she could hear the stall door slam open and then there was shouting, bangs, screeches, and the like inside the restroom. With a wince, she heard tile being cracked. And just when Inazuma and Ikazuchi showed up, a slightly ruffled Hibiki poked her head out the door and took the toilet paper offered. Scratching her head, Akatsuki blinked and then pulled out some money. "Hey, Ikazuchi? Can you and Inazuma go and get some ice cream?" Once the two were gone, opened the door some. "Um... Hibiki? Want me to call Tenryuu?"

There was a snort from Hibiki as she answered. "That would be a good idea, the restroom needs to be fixed and cleaned up."

Poking her head in, Akatsuki frowned. "How bad..." Upon seeing what was inside, she winkled her nose. "Ew." Pulling out, she simply texted the Cruiser in charge of DesDiv6...
 
This is silly. And short. But mostly silly. I'm also mean.

* * * * *

"Ah. Good of you to come today Mrs. Richardson. I know things must be busy with the war on, so we really appreciate you taking the time out of your day." The older man's greeting was met with a courteous bow by the recipient. "I was almost afraid you were going to miss out."

"Thank you for having me." Jintsuu felt no fewer than three dozen stares upon her as she straightened her back. She fought back a blush so immense it might as well have its own gravitational field. There was no amount of thanks great enough she could offer that Mutsu never tagged along. Even if she had been doing this for some time, it never quite got much easier.

As least once Jane's new homeroom teacher had gotten it in his head that she was Admiral Richardson's wife. It certainly didn't help that she was dressed in some of her casual best rather than her duty uniform. A long black skirt with a white, long sleeved blouse. Of course her hair was done up with her favorite green hair ribbon. She rarely went anywhere without it.

"Jintsuu! You made it!" The energetic holler of the little girl brought a smile to her face as she returned the frantic wave with a more demure one of her own.

"I promised you, didn't I?" Jintsuu smiled as she replied. Jane had seemed particularly insistent that she not miss this day. It wasn't uncommon for her to cover for the admiral owing to his often hectic and sometimes unpredictable schedule, Jane usually wasn't nearly this driven to ensure her presence. Hiei had been available too.

However given the fast battleship's recent wild hair in having random people sample her cooking, perhaps it was for the better. At least Hiei was improving. ...Sometimes.

"Well then. How about you join the everyone in the back and we'll get class started?" The teacher gestured for Jintsuu to take her place and she did so with a small bow.

It didn't take long for the students to become enraptured in the lesson.

While many of the parents watched their children, a few gave Jintsuu a rather bemused look. The mother of one of Jane's friends leaned in stealthily and whispered with a chuckle so as not to be heard. "Mrs. Richardson?"

"N-Nothing I say seems to convince him." There was a slight stutter in her hushed voice, but it was the blush on Jintsuu's face that truly stood out. "And some of the faculty only make it worse."

At least it was better now than it used to be. She and Jane did not share much of a resemblance. The fact they had completely different racial backgrounds notwithstanding. Combined with her apparent youth, Jane's young age, and Richardson's own age, there had been some very awkward and uncomfortable questions she'd been forced to convince people the answers to.

"If you say so."

Jintsuu frowned. Honestly, it was like dealing with Mutsu. Only less curvy and more inclined to gossip.

The frown turned upside down when Jane was called on to answer the question up on the board. The child bounded up to the smartboard and handily swiped the green digipen.

The light cruiser giggled when Jane seemed to go back and forth between one answer and another. There were two targets to choose from, but only one would bring her victory. She wanted to provide a bit of a hint, but it wouldn't be fair. Nor would it teach Jane how to solve the equation properly.

"Aaaand... There!" Jane circled her answer proudly after finally making a decision.

"Hmm..." The teacher adjusted his glasses as he inspected the work on the board. "Did you... Yep, you sure did."

"I got it right?"

"You certainly did. You almost reduced that fraction incorrectly, but caught it in the end. Well done." He offered a smile and gestured for her to take her seat.

"I told you those extra problems would help." Jintsuu offered up with amusement. Jane merely sagged in mock depression, as if the weight of the added few questions to her homework each night was threatening to crush her. The cruiser merely laughed merrily along with the class.

* * * * *

"That was certainly a fun class."

"Jane is a handful, but she means well and her pranks do brighten things up a bit." The assistant principal, an older woman with all the features of a well worn axe by the name of Mikawa, stated with a measure of amusement. "Normally we'd try to curb such things, but she hasn't acted out of any malice and does try to go out of her way to keep things on the level."

"That's a relief to hear. Things have been hectic at home, so I was beginning to become a bit worried." If Jane couldn't find an outlet for her energy at home, either through cooking something or causing some sort of managed chaos, then the rambunctiousness at school tended to skyrocket. And not always for the better. "Trying does not always imply succeeding."

"Too true." Mikawa pulled a manila folder from the recesses of her desk and placed it before Jintsuu. "Her grades are satisfactory. Physical education has top marks as always. Her mathematics are improving, but at the cost of her language and reading."

Jintsuu sighed. All her efforts...

"I suppose your work on the home front hasn't been as successful as you'd like." She raised an eyebrow at Jintsuu's dejected response to the news.

"Apparently not... Perhaps a change in strategy is needed. Or I need to find out what's influencing her and approach her from that angle." Her brown eyes narrowed in a serious expression as she began to contemplate how to best approach the issue. It didn't take but a moment before she blinked and blushed, apparently realizing she was still in the company of someone. "Ah! Sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry about it. You're a warship. It's what you do." Mikawa waved her off before folding her hands and resting them atop her desk. "However since we seem to be on the topic of Jane's home-life, how are things at home? You mentioned things where hectic?"

Jintsuu nodded and placed her hands in her lap, her long hair bobbing with the action.

"Yes. We've had new additions to the fleet and there's been more deployment lately. Jane does her best, but it has to be difficult for her."

"I can imagine. Especially with her father being Sasebo's CNO." The older woman let that statement settle for a moment. "But how are you doing? I see you here more than I see him. It can't be easy being married to a man like that. Why, my husband and I had some trying times thanks to our jobs."

"E-Eh?" Jintsuu's mind seemed to have ground to a screeching halt. "M-Married?"

"Oh, no need to hide it. It's written all over your face. And besides, they do say an admiral is married his ship after all." Mikawa's aged features cracked into a grin that was nearly predatory. It wasn't the most accurate wording, but it was close enough. "It can't have been easy to snatch him away from those battleships though."

"I-I-I didn't snatch him f-from anyone!" Jintsuu stammered her rebuttal, looking about the same color as a tomato.

"Ah, then he didn't need any convincing. I think he made a good choice if I'm perfectly honest. You're good for Jane and certainly more sensible than some of the other women he associates with." She sighed, willfully ignoring the unfortunate cruiser's downward spiral into lethal embarrassment. "Not to say they're not good women in their own right."

"B-But L-Lieutenant Commander M-Mutsu is always with him. Th-They've a-almost always been joined a-at the hip! I j-just help out around the house and w-watch Jane when he can't!" Her pleading protests fell on deaf ears even as she attempted to continue. "A-And H-Hiei's like a big s-sister to Jane." She honestly couldn't guess how Hiei felt about Richardson.The woman was absolutely inscrutable when she wanted to be.

"Hmm... Then you had best keep an eye on him so he doesn't wander. That Mutsu may be nice, but she's dangerous. Very dangerous." She made no mention of Hiei, not really having met the fast battleship more than once and only in passing. "You're still young, so you've got plenty to keep the admiral occupied. Just have some more confidence in yourself."

Jintsuu wanted to fade like an American submarine. Just vanish into nothingness.

The sound of a bell rang out.

"Well, I have another meeting to attend. It was nice seeing you again, Mrs. Richardson. I hope to see you more often."

Jintsuu wasn't completely aware of how she bad farewell to Mikawa, only that she did so with some sort of robotic politeness. She was quite glad she hadn't brought up Arizona. That could have turned into something far beyond her ability to deal with. Mutsu was plenty bad enough.

As she staggered down the hall to collect Jane and head home, she was completely unaware of the excited rumors being tossed about.

"They finally tied the knot?"

"Nah, they're just being open about it."

"But what about that bombshell?"

"Which one?"

"There's more?!"

"But she's so young!"

The rabble continued even as Jintsuu lost the ability to perceive them. All she had was a headache and a burning desire to wish she'd had Arizona stand in for this.

* * * * *

For reference:
 
Part 37 What Wash Was Up To.
Someone asked what Wash's been up to...

Part 37



North Carolina class battleship Washington pursed her lips, staring up at the brilliant crescent moon. Night was not a battleship's natural element. True, she'd earned her moment of glory under the cover of darkness, but even with her exhaustive suite of advanced radar, she couldn't hope to claim she owned the night.

At best, she merely rented it, sneaking the odd scrap from the banquet table of the night's true owners. Submarines. With no airplanes to spot them from above, nor light to detect their surfaced hulls, Submarines were as at home in the dark of night as they were in the dark of the depth.

Ever since Jersey's convoy left for Japan, the Abyssals had stepped up their efforts, including their submarine patrols. It'd gotten so bad that Williams simply couldn't afford the several hours it took Wash to steam up the Puget Sound and down the coast to wherever she was needed.

Which was why the battleship was out steaming lazy circles around an imaginary anchor point twenty miles off the coast of her namesake state. She could be anywhere between the Strait of Juan de Fuca and the port of Astoria inside of two hours if she had to be.

It was a rather boring assignment most of the time. She'd spend endless hours sailing in random circles while she tried as hard as she could not to think about submarines. It'd be hard enough to spot a Mark 14 in this gloom, let alone one of the bubble-less Japanese fish.

But tonight… the big battleship wasn't scared at all. Crowning and his team of slightly-crazy sailors might not have produced another battleship, but they'd delivered her a clutch of adorable escorts of her own.

"Hear anything?" asked Wash, her hands resting loosely on her hips as she threw her rudder over.

The diminutive form of DE-635, USS England held up a finger as she glided to a stop. Her button nose was scrunched up, and concentration oozed from her doll-like features a she focused on the sounds coming though her over sized SONAR headphones. The girl held one tiny hand against her earpiece, pressing it tight against her ear to make sure she caught every little sound.

Wash smiled at the little girl. Her first few weeks back as girl had been terribly lonely, but it was all worthy it for the lovely company she'd been graced with.

Finally, England pulled her headset up, her turbines humming to life as she caught up to her flagship. "We're good," she said, her cheeks puffing into a smile as her little chest swelled with pride. "Not even a whale!"

"Aww nuts." Wash's other escort, the far more precocious but equally adorable USS Boriemade an exaggerated scowl, one of her little fists resting against the pocket knife she wore on her gunbelt.

Wash smiled, reaching out to ruffle the hair of both her escorts. "Now now, you'll have your chance at action."

England shrugged, her oversized coat dragging behind her as she steamed a lazy course in a generally cuddle-wards direction. Meanwhile, Borie made finger-guns at random patches of ocean, complete with obligatory "pew pew" sound effects.

Wash laughed. It was good to be with friends, even if she did miss her sister so.

"Washington, this is Cominch" the tightly-wound voice of an Everett operations chief rattled though the battleship's radio room.

"Go for Washingtion," replied the battleship, instinctively resting two fingers against her ear for no readily apparent reason.

"Astoria's under attack," the voice slipped into cold, soulless rote as it rattled off the details of an attack in progress, "One, possibly two dreadnauts plus escorts. They're requested heavy gun support."

"Copy," said Washington, glancing at the 'GPS' on her 'phone' and doing a quick bit of mental arithmetic. "Making for Astoria at best possible speed. Eta two hours."

She signaled her escorts to form up on her as she threw her rudder hard over. Her turbines roared into life as she spooled up to her full twenty-eight knot sprint. "Will we have air cover?"

"Air Force is scrambling Vipers, but…" A resigned sigh, "They can't see shit in this light."

Wash scowled. She was a gunfighter, but she'd seen enough Carrier Air Groups in action to realize the awesome power of a proper airborne strike. She solely wished she had proper backup from above.

But she had her duty to do regardless.

"England," said Wash, glancing at the slow little Destroyer Escort.

"Mmm?" the little girl stared back at Wash with enormous sea-green eyes.

"I'm sorry, kiddo," said Wash, her five knot advantage already starting to build up distance, "Divert back to Everett. The coasties will escort you back."

"Okay," mumbled the little Destroyer Escort. Her shoulders slumped like half-filled sandbags at the thought of leaving her charge, but she didn't try and deviate from her course home.

"I'll nab one for ya!" cheered Borie, waving her little knife so energetically she almost dropped it in the inky-black water.

"Borie?" asked Wash with a smiling sigh.

"Yeah, boss?"

"Are you planning on stabbing a dreadnought?"

"No?" Borie shrugged, "But, you know… if the opportunity arises…"

Wash shot her a look, and the destroyer sheepishly put her knife away, mumbling something about "better than those fish…"

—|—|—

Wash heard the battle before she saw it. The rolling thunder of heavy guns ripple-firing rumbled though the still night air like an angry drumbeat. It mixed with the equally-thunderous sounds of shore-batteries, the crash of shells exploding against water and shore alike, and the occasional scream of "YASEN!"

Borie smiled a grin that seemed—somehow—to consist of nothing but razor-sharp canines as she stared in the general direction of the battle. Luckily, she glanced to Wash for permission before she bolted off to torpedo something.

"Stay tight on me," said Wash, squinting into the blackness as she tried to make sense of the muddled mess of radar returns she was getting. At this distance, all she could gather from the chaotic muck was that there were ships out there.

Which she knew already.

She couldn't break radio silence to contact the local fleet. Not without giving away her position. Direction-finding loops were a thing after all even in the forties. And even giving away her existence could cost her the precious element of surprise.

Luckily, this wasn't the forties. The battleship fished her phone out of her pocket and tapped in the lock code with her free hand. She still hadn't gotten the hang of typing on the featureless screen, but she could work the morse keyboard almost as fast as she could an actual key.

It took her all of a few seconds to get in touch with the local naval authorities, and a scant few more for her call to be bounced to the flotilla leader.

"Yo, Name's Maya," A surprisingly relaxed voice spoke over the rumble of gunfire, "Nice to-"

"YASEN!" screamed another voice.

"SENDAI! For the fuck of fucking fuck! I'm on a call!"

Wash blinked. "Maya, this is USS Washington," the battleship endeavored to keep her demeanor calm and professional in the face of such a battle-weary cruiser. "I'm here to assist."

"Gotcha," Maya grunted, and Wash heard a number of splashed that sounded like shells landing far to close for comfort. "Me 'n the girls knocked out the escorts, but there's one dread left, and we're all fresh outta fish."

Wash nodded, staring out into the soup of gloomy night and blazing muzzle flashes. She was almost close enough to get a good firing solution, but on what. She couldn't see well enough to distinguish friend from foe, and the battleship refused to have more friendly blood on her hands.

"Be advised," said Wash, "I can't acquire a target."

"Don't you have that fancy radar shit?"

"I do," said Wash, bristling internally at her top-of-the-line radar-assisted fire control being derided as 'radar shit.' "But it can't tell friend from foe."

"Heh, is that all?" Maya grunted as yet another volley bracketed her far too close for comfort. The heavy cruiser didn't seem that upset however, "Just tell us when you're in position and we'll illium that fucker."

Wash scowled. Using one's searchlights in a night battle was asking to be shot out of the water, especially if one as already being bracketed. "Illuminating at that range? Is that safe?"

"Eh, probably not. But Yasen-Baka-"

"Yasen!"

"-lives for that shit. Just give the word, Washington."

Wash nodded. One eye was glued to her radar as she steamed in, watching the range data plummet as she closed the distance to her ignorant prey. Ten thousand yards… nine… eight… seven… six….

"Now!"

"Light 'em up!"

Searchlights from a half-dozen ships erupted to life, bathing the Abyssal dreadnought in light. Every detail of its twisted carapace was on display, its six turrets skewed at every angle as they focused on every shipgirl at once. Its towering masts shown like polished bone in the manmade glow, and its stacks belched sickly black smoke.

Just looking at the horrid thing made Wash's stomach churn, but she had the advantage. While it struggled to bring its turrets to bear, hers were already within degrees of a perfect solution. Her guns were loaded, her solution perfected, her target was showing a fat broadside.

At this range, she simply couldn't miss.

"FIRE!" bellowed the battleship, her nine 16in/45s barking their thunderous reply. The massive Mark 8 rounds tore though the dreadnought's belt armor like it was tissue paper, burrowing deep into the citadel before exploding.

Great gouts of flame erupted from the dreadnought's superstructure, and Wash's secondaries opened fire, hosing down every exposed surface with high-exposive rounds.

While Wash reloaded her main batteries, Borie sprinted ahead, adding her torpedoes into the mix while her little four inch guns blasted away at anything that looked shootable. Wash even swore she heard the tiny ting of a pocketknife bouncing against battleship armor.

The dreadnought, already slowed by the damage Wash's first salvo had incurred, couldn't maneuver fast enough to avoid the spread of torpedoes. Two of them were duds, bouncing off the hull with an infuriating clang!. But the rest stuck true.

Geysers rippled down the dreadnought's side as its torpedo bulges were torn open by more explosive than they were ever intended to handle. The twisted abomination of a ship slumped to the side as water poured into her.

Wash felt her main guns slam back into battery. She had nine more rounds to deliver, and she refused to allow the Abyssal warship to remain afloat. Not after firing on her homeland.

She folded her arms, letting her guns speak as one. The deadly chorus of American Steel thundered over the ocean, crating the water with their voices.

The first hit sealed the Abyssal's fate. A single 2700 pound shell burrowed its way into the dreadnought's after magazine, touching off an explosion that tore the ship almost in half. The next eight merely removed any glimmer of doubt.

The dreadnought was denied even the privilege of sinking gracefully. A boiler explosion and detonation of the amidships magazine tore what was left of the ship into unrecognizable shrapnel. In an instant, the ship simply ceased to be, leaving nothing behind but a slick of burning oil at the mouth of the Columbia river.

Wash smiled. Tonight had not been a boring night.
 
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I have a sinking (heh) feeling that Sendai and Washington are going to be very good friends. Sendai charges in and riles them up, and Washington comes in from behind and whacks them over the head.
 
"I'm sorry, kiddo," said Wash, her five knot advantage already starting to build up distance, "Divert back to Everett. The coasties will escort you back."

That sounds more casual then I'm used to from Wash. Eh, whateva. I'll get this up on FFN in the afternoon.

A pity it's only a matter of time before the USN has enough ships that the JMSDF girls are all sent back to Japan.
 
Part 2: In which postwar upgrade are discussed.

Also someone give that girl a tactical nuclear warhead. Nukes are a perfect fit for when the small fighter wants to take on huge fleets. Mk 37s for Everyone!

The Marshal islands are a small island chain, thousands of miles away from the continental united states. A island paradise of the south pacific.. except these islands were under attack by monsters. Police officers struggled, their pistols ineffective against the jet black sea monsters. The flying triangle had already left, but the sea monsters rampaged through the paradise. Civilians were running, and children screamed, as tourists ran away in horror.


"And that is the end of the footage we have, New Mexico." the young captain started, "With Japan busy running convoys, these abyssal forces are running rampant, and to be frank," he wiped some of the sweat from his brow. "We are mostly on our own here. With Japan's shipgirls defending the northern routes, we have to rely on our own efforts to secure the South Pacific and our allies, and prevent Hawaii from falling at all costs."

The yeoman in the front row clicked a button, as the powerpoint rolled forward. "This is what we call Project Aerospaceplane 1." The image of the delta winged craft, alongside several smaller naval escorts dominated the screen.
"Unlike the giant floating fortresses we've seen before, this monster is able to fly at high speeds. It has already dropped off forces at the Marshall Islands, and we have confirmed it is on its way here. It also has several escorts, including one confirmed submersible aircraft carrier. If we don't take this thing down, Japan is next." He then went on "We are going to show the bigwigs out in Japan what we in the Pineapple navy can do. We managed to get the eggheads to send us one piece of tech though.." he had a devious smile on his face for a moment.

"Pineapple…navy.." New Mexico started, resisting the urge to laugh, her memories of the good days flooding back.

"Easy enough," Midway grinned, the carrier smiling, "I've just been upgraded," She summoned her compound bow. "I've got the heart of a battleship, and the bows of a carrier," She had a strange accent, a mix of the southern Virginia twang and the coastal California accent. Her long black hair was kept in several hair scrunchies. Her bellbottom blue jeans and black a shirt showed off her ample chest, which even compared to the stacked New Mexico could make a girl jealous. "So lets rock and roll!"

"Calm down," a quiet girl responded, the Clamagore grinning, "We will sink them. It is what we do. Then we go back to the museums and rest for a bit." The tiny girl yawned, her oversized, dark blue submariner sweater almost dwarfing her. Her blue eyes and bright red hair were a shocking contrast to her fleet partner.


"So I have a kid, and some carrier," New Mexico smiled, "Nice to meet you.. yankees.."
"I'm not a yankee," Clagamore replied in a southern drawl, "I'm from Charleston,".

Midway responded with a huge hug, the taller girl embracing the interwar battleship, "Its nice to meet someone who could be my mom," she said without any irony, "I had to be the big sister to Clamagore, so its nice," Her warm hug was almost overwhelming,, and her absurd hug strength, nearly overwhelemed the smaller battleship.

"Let.. gooo.. ya damn.. yankeee.."

- - -

At the warm blue waters of Apara harbor, where an old submarine tender stood guard, and several cargo ships were slowly pulling in, the high speed vessel Trenton floated out.

"We'll be serving as your command ship and provide conventional fire support." Captain Richards grinned, "We have a surprise for those Abyssals, this brand new railgun has more firepower than even you." His tone was more factual, than bragging,
"I don't trust anything that fires with just electricity. Give me gunpowder any day." New Mexico retorted. "I only have an electric heart, but my guns are the hot mix of sulfur, charcoal, and potassium nitrate that makes things go BOOM!" she shouted.

The commanding officer laughed, "If we can upgrade you like we did with the others, we will have you with three of these things."

On the rear offloading ramp of the high speed craft, the contractors were setting up the three kanmuso, adjusting the tension on Midway's catapult, fueling up Clagamore's diesel, and adjusting the mechanical fire control systems on New Mexico. "Ready?" Midway smiled, her compound bow ready to go.
"Always," New Mexico's 14 inch guns and full kit were proudly in the sky. "Lets bring some freedom to these monsters."
"I'm going to sink another target," Clagamore responded with a faint tone. "Batteries at full. Preparing to dive when ready."
The lead contractor turned on the "OFFLOAD" light at the rear of the craft. It was time to launch .The battle for Guam, and the entire US Far East was about to begin.
 
Hmm...

*Starts scribbling in a notebook that looks suspiciously like Kirishima's*

Now how to fit England and Borie into omakes between Wash and Gale... Not to mention the Spaceshipgirl stuff...
 
Hey. Found this: Yes, it's the Iowa-class.

Hope y'all enjoy technical training films.

For the record, there's very, very little difference between the guns (and turrets) on the Iowas and the ones on the North Carolinas and the South Dakotas. While there's a *little* bit more than this, from a practical standpoint, the difference is that the guns on the Iowas are 80 inches longer. So the information in the training film still applies to all of the US's post-1930-build battleships...
 
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