CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
That's what I meant.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Oh.
Ignore me then.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Goddamn, Albacore. Epic much? That was awesome though. A big damn heroes moment for the silent service and one hell of a middle finger to the Abyssals. When Albie wants you to die, you fucking die. And Arizona owes you big for saving her ass.
Great chapter and a superb ending to Ping. I've got to step up my game and finish off that fight!
Still, Albacore must really be hungry if she's eating cardboard and not even realizing it until after the fact. Regret that you left that cake behind! Regret it! At least until Jane reprimands you and demands your aid in baking another one. She's still doing due dilligence though, and I really credit her for that. In her situation it can be very easy to give in and slip up to get ahold of just some sort of comfort. Even a crumb. But she stuck to it. She's a damn good boat.
I think she handled... bearing witness to Shimakaze rather well given everythign stacked against her, and the fact Shima's fabric adorbments are weapons in and of themselves when brought against neary any measure of dignity. But I cracked up at 'Stripper-Destroyer'. I initially read it as 'Super-Destroyer', but did a double-take when it went on about her state of dress. XD
That battle though. Hot damn...
Excellent work sirrah. Excellent work. <o
She's more than earned it I say.
Jane: And here's the cake!
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
And while not nearly as awesome, have a thing!
...I really should give these things titles.
* * * * *
The noon sun was shining, making the ocean glimmer as the light caught the surface of South Bay.
People were hustling and bustling as the went about their day and Lieutenant John Richardson was for once enjoying his day off. No last minute cancellations, excessive paperwork, or idiotic underlings to deal with. Everyone had been on their best behavior for once in their lives. Whatever the reason was, he didn't care. He was free to mingle with the masses and not have to think about important this or impending that for an entire day.
There was certainly still shit happening here and there in the world. But Richardson was far more concerned with making the most of his day. Some bookstores. Some drinking. Some stretching his legs on non-military soil for a bit. Heck, he'd even been able to eat breakfast out and about and not be harassed by somebody for the first time in a month.
"Look out!"
Like many other people nearby, he turned his head instinctively towards the sound and sought a path of avoidance.
Also like many other people, he did not expect the object to avoid to be coming from the sky.
The last sight Richardson saw before blacking out was the pontoon of a model float plane.
One trip to the ER later...
"So you thought it would be a fucking brilliant idea to fly a model plane around with hundred of people dicking around?" It was bad enough to have become a casualty because of someone else's poor decisions. It was another for it to have completely ruined the rest of his precious day off. "Are you a moron?"
He glared with all the tired fury a sedated military man could possibly muster at the subject who had so handily placed him in the bed he currently occupied. While no stranger to head trauma, he usually wasn't subject to it and forced to stay put in a civilian clinic.
"I said I was sorry! And I did warn you." The young woman seated on the metal stool by his bedside retorted irritably. "It's not my fault you don't know how to dodge."
"I can dodge just fine!"
"You stood there like a bonehead!"
"You flew a fucking plane in a crowded area! How am I the bonehead, you moron?!"
"Moron!?"
"Excuse me. But would you two please be quiet. There are people trying to rest." The orderly's calm, but level tone silenced Richardson and the unknown woman with whom he was arguing. There were simply things you did not do. Not if you enjoyed retaining basic motor functions.
"Fuck... There goes my day off." Richardson flopped back against the sort of barely comfortable pillow and stared at the opposite wall.
"I didn't mean for it to go out of control..." The woman looked away somewhat downcast as she muttered her words.
"So you weren't trying to kill me?" He raised an eyebrow as she turned back to look at him incredulously.
"Heaven's no! I was testing the new flaps I installed. I tried to keep it as far from the pier as I could." She reached down and began rummaging through a bag he couldn't see. After a few clanks and mild bouts of swearing, she returned to his field view with a rather badly damaged model aircraft. The imprint of his forehead was rather obvious against one of the pontoons. "I think I tightened something too much and some of the lines snapped."
"At least you weren't actively trying to kill me. I get enough of that at work." Richardson snorted before taking a good look at the model she was holding. "I don't see many people building model float planes these days. Especially old ones."
She shrugged and turned the model to its side, displaying more of the finely detailed work she had put into the now broken plane. "I like them. I've got a bunch more at home. This was the newest one."
Now Richardson was starting to feel bad for having destroyed the kit. Granted, it would have been a wreck regardless of what it had hit. But he still felt somewhat responsible. It was his head after all.
"Loo-"
"He-"
"You first." Richardson offered with a gesture.
"Look. I'm sorry I ruined your day off. If there's anything I can do to make up for it..." She carefully began putting away the plane as she was speaking.
"Shit. And here I was going to offer to pay for your plane. I'm not big into models, but even I can tell that must have taken a hell of a lot of time and effort. One of my men spent ever single minute of downtime he had putting together a Mustang. Took him three months and he cried like he was holding his own newborn brat when he put the last bit of paint on the thing." He cracked a grin when the woman laughed, sending her flaxen hair dancing about.
"Oh I know the feeling. And when they take off for the first time..." A distant, joyful look graced her features as she spoke. "It's really something."
"I'll take your word for it for now." He laced his fingers behind his head and continued. "Tell you what. You let me pay for your plane, and I'll forget about the hospital visit. But! I want to see you put the thing together."
She blinked.
"That's all?" She was genuinely shocked. If anything, she was getting more out of the deal than he was!
"I get to see what the fuss is with these models, broaden my horizons, and spend time with a pretty lady. I think I'm getting my due for a head injury." Yeah, he was being a bit of a shit. But he wouldn't deny the idea appealed to him. And the woman was quite the looker. Had a hell of a mouth on her if earlier was any indication.
"Flattery won't get you anywhere with me, bonehead." She did grin however, her blue eyes alight with mischief.
"That's what they all say." He paused as he realized one critical element of this entire deal was missing. "...And I have no idea who the hell you are."
"Just realized that, did you?" Her grin widened. "You first."
Richardson gave a mock salute. "Lieutenant John Alfred Richardson, United States Navy. Reporting ma'am." He managed to keep the stern image even as she snorted and returned the salute with a far more crisp motion than his own intentionally sloppy one.
"Regina Langley Nicholas, sir."
* * * * *
Admiral Richardson idly fingered the gold band hanging from a chain on his neck before tucking it away beneath his uniform shirt. He cast an aged gaze to the girls gathered before him, each with a different expression written plainly upon their faces.
Mutsu and Jintsuu had their hands clasped upon their chests. But while Jintsuu seemed starstruck, as if she were imagining her own fated meeting, Mutsu appeared to have a bittersweet smile on her lips. Neither said a word, even if the latter looked like she wanted to say at least something. Some manner of word to break her silence.
Hiei wore a broad and happy smile in contrast to Arizona's small, but warm one.
However it was the starry-eyed look of the youngest present that he focused on.
"And that, Jane. Is how I met your mother."
* * * * *
...I really should give these things titles.
* * * * *
The noon sun was shining, making the ocean glimmer as the light caught the surface of South Bay.
People were hustling and bustling as the went about their day and Lieutenant John Richardson was for once enjoying his day off. No last minute cancellations, excessive paperwork, or idiotic underlings to deal with. Everyone had been on their best behavior for once in their lives. Whatever the reason was, he didn't care. He was free to mingle with the masses and not have to think about important this or impending that for an entire day.
There was certainly still shit happening here and there in the world. But Richardson was far more concerned with making the most of his day. Some bookstores. Some drinking. Some stretching his legs on non-military soil for a bit. Heck, he'd even been able to eat breakfast out and about and not be harassed by somebody for the first time in a month.
"Look out!"
Like many other people nearby, he turned his head instinctively towards the sound and sought a path of avoidance.
Also like many other people, he did not expect the object to avoid to be coming from the sky.
The last sight Richardson saw before blacking out was the pontoon of a model float plane.
One trip to the ER later...
"So you thought it would be a fucking brilliant idea to fly a model plane around with hundred of people dicking around?" It was bad enough to have become a casualty because of someone else's poor decisions. It was another for it to have completely ruined the rest of his precious day off. "Are you a moron?"
He glared with all the tired fury a sedated military man could possibly muster at the subject who had so handily placed him in the bed he currently occupied. While no stranger to head trauma, he usually wasn't subject to it and forced to stay put in a civilian clinic.
"I said I was sorry! And I did warn you." The young woman seated on the metal stool by his bedside retorted irritably. "It's not my fault you don't know how to dodge."
"I can dodge just fine!"
"You stood there like a bonehead!"
"You flew a fucking plane in a crowded area! How am I the bonehead, you moron?!"
"Moron!?"
"Excuse me. But would you two please be quiet. There are people trying to rest." The orderly's calm, but level tone silenced Richardson and the unknown woman with whom he was arguing. There were simply things you did not do. Not if you enjoyed retaining basic motor functions.
"Fuck... There goes my day off." Richardson flopped back against the sort of barely comfortable pillow and stared at the opposite wall.
"I didn't mean for it to go out of control..." The woman looked away somewhat downcast as she muttered her words.
"So you weren't trying to kill me?" He raised an eyebrow as she turned back to look at him incredulously.
"Heaven's no! I was testing the new flaps I installed. I tried to keep it as far from the pier as I could." She reached down and began rummaging through a bag he couldn't see. After a few clanks and mild bouts of swearing, she returned to his field view with a rather badly damaged model aircraft. The imprint of his forehead was rather obvious against one of the pontoons. "I think I tightened something too much and some of the lines snapped."
"At least you weren't actively trying to kill me. I get enough of that at work." Richardson snorted before taking a good look at the model she was holding. "I don't see many people building model float planes these days. Especially old ones."
She shrugged and turned the model to its side, displaying more of the finely detailed work she had put into the now broken plane. "I like them. I've got a bunch more at home. This was the newest one."
Now Richardson was starting to feel bad for having destroyed the kit. Granted, it would have been a wreck regardless of what it had hit. But he still felt somewhat responsible. It was his head after all.
"Loo-"
"He-"
"You first." Richardson offered with a gesture.
"Look. I'm sorry I ruined your day off. If there's anything I can do to make up for it..." She carefully began putting away the plane as she was speaking.
"Shit. And here I was going to offer to pay for your plane. I'm not big into models, but even I can tell that must have taken a hell of a lot of time and effort. One of my men spent ever single minute of downtime he had putting together a Mustang. Took him three months and he cried like he was holding his own newborn brat when he put the last bit of paint on the thing." He cracked a grin when the woman laughed, sending her flaxen hair dancing about.
"Oh I know the feeling. And when they take off for the first time..." A distant, joyful look graced her features as she spoke. "It's really something."
"I'll take your word for it for now." He laced his fingers behind his head and continued. "Tell you what. You let me pay for your plane, and I'll forget about the hospital visit. But! I want to see you put the thing together."
She blinked.
"That's all?" She was genuinely shocked. If anything, she was getting more out of the deal than he was!
"I get to see what the fuss is with these models, broaden my horizons, and spend time with a pretty lady. I think I'm getting my due for a head injury." Yeah, he was being a bit of a shit. But he wouldn't deny the idea appealed to him. And the woman was quite the looker. Had a hell of a mouth on her if earlier was any indication.
"Flattery won't get you anywhere with me, bonehead." She did grin however, her blue eyes alight with mischief.
"That's what they all say." He paused as he realized one critical element of this entire deal was missing. "...And I have no idea who the hell you are."
"Just realized that, did you?" Her grin widened. "You first."
Richardson gave a mock salute. "Lieutenant John Alfred Richardson, United States Navy. Reporting ma'am." He managed to keep the stern image even as she snorted and returned the salute with a far more crisp motion than his own intentionally sloppy one.
"Regina Langley Nicholas, sir."
* * * * *
Admiral Richardson idly fingered the gold band hanging from a chain on his neck before tucking it away beneath his uniform shirt. He cast an aged gaze to the girls gathered before him, each with a different expression written plainly upon their faces.
Mutsu and Jintsuu had their hands clasped upon their chests. But while Jintsuu seemed starstruck, as if she were imagining her own fated meeting, Mutsu appeared to have a bittersweet smile on her lips. Neither said a word, even if the latter looked like she wanted to say at least something. Some manner of word to break her silence.
Hiei wore a broad and happy smile in contrast to Arizona's small, but warm one.
However it was the starry-eyed look of the youngest present that he focused on.
"And that, Jane. Is how I met your mother."
* * * * *
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
And here's some more Gale stuff:
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Gale was, in a word, pissed off. For the past two weeks prank after prank had hit her and she was not pleased in the least. All up and down the base she had searched for the troublemaker. Finally, she had come across Kirishima in the middle of a prank set up and had told the Japanese Battleship that she would have her revenge. The fact that as soon as the her and Wash had left for a week long patrol, the pranks had stopped had told Gale that Kirishima was responsible.
Unknown to her though, Kirishima was not responsible for the pranks, but rather it was Borie. Said Destroyer didn't like how Gale sometimes took up Wash's time and had decided to show her. Her catching Kirishima was more the Kanmusu having scared off Borie and attempting to disarm the prank. Needless to say, Wash used the time out on patrol to straighten out Borie.
Not that any bit of this was known to poor Gale. Having heard that the group had returned, Gale slipped on a pair of pitch black pants, a black sweater and facemask. Seeing Kirishima and Wash walking up the path, Gale grinned. 'Got you...' Slowly, she crept toward a section of the path even as she clutched her weapon close.
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Meanwhile, Kirishima was looking around in worry. "Where do you think that Gale-San is?"
Sighing, Wash frowned as she also looked around. "I really don't know... Normally she would be here waiting for me but..." With a shake of her head, Wash clapped Kirishima on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Gale might be angry about the pranks, but we're alert right now and we'll catch her before she does anything too bad."
Behind them, Borie chuckled. "Yeah, we'll see any revenge prank well before she manages to get it off. We're all on high alert after all."
Twisting around, Wash gave the Destroyer a glare as she was still not too pleased with what had happened with Gale. But before she could say anything, Wash caught movement out of the corner of her eyes and turned to see a black clothed figure rise up out of a bush with what she knew to be one of the paintball guns used for practice. In particular, the one used to simulate by humans during shipgirl dodging practice to simulate 16 inch shells.
In the time it took for Wash to process this, the now revealed Gale screamed out into the night. "THIS IS FOR ALL THOSE DAMN PRANKS, KIRISHIMA!" And then she started to fire paintball rounds into the yelping Kirishima. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Gale was good at marksmanship and it showed as each round hit a different spot on Kirishima. Of course, Gale didn't realize that those spots she was hitting would correlate with weak spots on Kirishima's ship hull. Once she had expended her rounds and pulled off her mask, Gale grinned down at Kirishima who stared at her in surprise. But before she could crow, Wash facepalmed. "Gale... Kirishima wasn't pranking you..."
Blinking, Gale looked between the two battleships in surprise. "Wash, I don't know what she told you but-"
However, Wash cut her off. "She found the prank and was trying to disarm it. Borie was the one pranking you."
Slowly, Gale turned toward Borie who was clutching onto England with a look of terror in her face. "I'msosorryIwon'teverdoitagainpleasedon'tbreakmykeel!"
For several moments it percolated through Gale's mind that she had targeted the wrong Shipgirl. And more then that, perhaps her plan was not the best advised if Wash's raised eyebrow was anything to go by. "Oh..."
Raising her eyebrow a few fractions of an inch more, Wash frowned. "Yes, oh."
Wincing, Gale turned toward the still downed Kirishima. "Shit, sorry about... That?"
The Yeoman had expected for Kirishima to be at least annoyed or, more likely, angry. What she had not expected was for Kirishima to be staring at her awestruck. "You... Snuck up on me in the night... When I was at full alert and looking for you... Then you fired on me, hitting all my weak spots..." Suddenly a blush spread across Kirishima's face as she held her cheeks in her hands, her glasses askew. "O-oh my.~"
Both Wash and Gale only had one thing to say and spoke as one. "... What?"
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Gale was, in a word, pissed off. For the past two weeks prank after prank had hit her and she was not pleased in the least. All up and down the base she had searched for the troublemaker. Finally, she had come across Kirishima in the middle of a prank set up and had told the Japanese Battleship that she would have her revenge. The fact that as soon as the her and Wash had left for a week long patrol, the pranks had stopped had told Gale that Kirishima was responsible.
Unknown to her though, Kirishima was not responsible for the pranks, but rather it was Borie. Said Destroyer didn't like how Gale sometimes took up Wash's time and had decided to show her. Her catching Kirishima was more the Kanmusu having scared off Borie and attempting to disarm the prank. Needless to say, Wash used the time out on patrol to straighten out Borie.
Not that any bit of this was known to poor Gale. Having heard that the group had returned, Gale slipped on a pair of pitch black pants, a black sweater and facemask. Seeing Kirishima and Wash walking up the path, Gale grinned. 'Got you...' Slowly, she crept toward a section of the path even as she clutched her weapon close.
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Meanwhile, Kirishima was looking around in worry. "Where do you think that Gale-San is?"
Sighing, Wash frowned as she also looked around. "I really don't know... Normally she would be here waiting for me but..." With a shake of her head, Wash clapped Kirishima on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Gale might be angry about the pranks, but we're alert right now and we'll catch her before she does anything too bad."
Behind them, Borie chuckled. "Yeah, we'll see any revenge prank well before she manages to get it off. We're all on high alert after all."
Twisting around, Wash gave the Destroyer a glare as she was still not too pleased with what had happened with Gale. But before she could say anything, Wash caught movement out of the corner of her eyes and turned to see a black clothed figure rise up out of a bush with what she knew to be one of the paintball guns used for practice. In particular, the one used to simulate by humans during shipgirl dodging practice to simulate 16 inch shells.
In the time it took for Wash to process this, the now revealed Gale screamed out into the night. "THIS IS FOR ALL THOSE DAMN PRANKS, KIRISHIMA!" And then she started to fire paintball rounds into the yelping Kirishima. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Gale was good at marksmanship and it showed as each round hit a different spot on Kirishima. Of course, Gale didn't realize that those spots she was hitting would correlate with weak spots on Kirishima's ship hull. Once she had expended her rounds and pulled off her mask, Gale grinned down at Kirishima who stared at her in surprise. But before she could crow, Wash facepalmed. "Gale... Kirishima wasn't pranking you..."
Blinking, Gale looked between the two battleships in surprise. "Wash, I don't know what she told you but-"
However, Wash cut her off. "She found the prank and was trying to disarm it. Borie was the one pranking you."
Slowly, Gale turned toward Borie who was clutching onto England with a look of terror in her face. "I'msosorryIwon'teverdoitagainpleasedon'tbreakmykeel!"
For several moments it percolated through Gale's mind that she had targeted the wrong Shipgirl. And more then that, perhaps her plan was not the best advised if Wash's raised eyebrow was anything to go by. "Oh..."
Raising her eyebrow a few fractions of an inch more, Wash frowned. "Yes, oh."
Wincing, Gale turned toward the still downed Kirishima. "Shit, sorry about... That?"
The Yeoman had expected for Kirishima to be at least annoyed or, more likely, angry. What she had not expected was for Kirishima to be staring at her awestruck. "You... Snuck up on me in the night... When I was at full alert and looking for you... Then you fired on me, hitting all my weak spots..." Suddenly a blush spread across Kirishima's face as she held her cheeks in her hands, her glasses askew. "O-oh my.~"
Both Wash and Gale only had one thing to say and spoke as one. "... What?"
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Damnation, Gale. That was really funny. Gale just had to unintentionally pull a Wash on Kirishima and get a whole salvo of pens on her in the process. That switch is a dangerous one to flip and you just had to flip it. XD
And Borie being a pranking little stooge was a really nice touch.
I think a triple salvo of writings, including a major one from the flagship is going to leave everyone reeling. XD
*laughs heartily*
*off to the side, Borie can be seen and heard desperately urging England that they should leave before Gale turns her attention back towards them*
Nice work, Harry Leferts.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Thank you.Damnation, Gale. That was really funny. Gale just had to unintentionally pull a Wash on Kirishima and get a whole salvo of pens on her in the process. That switch is a dangerous one to flip and you just had to flip it. XD
And Borie being a pranking little stooge was a really nice touch.
I think a triple salvo of writings, including a major one from the flagship is going to leave everyone reeling. XD
And no, Gale has not realized what she has unleashed. XD
Unfortunately for Borie, Gale now knows that she was responsible. So now our friendly neighbourhood Yeoman has a target...
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
It would appear that Kongo is the only one of the sisters whose heart/rangefinders manage to stay on one target.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Gale, the wind that filled the sails of a thousand ships.
She shall know no sleep as she is hunted. The prank war has only begun.
In Haruna's defense, we haven't actually seen her yet. XD
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
I need to figure out when I'll have Tiger in combat now, after that Ping update.
Eh, that's in the future.
Eh, that's in the future.
i think it's less switch targets, more "Oh... Two targets now..."
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Haruna Is Daijoubu.
See? (posts: 1694309, 1694310)
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Kirishima: Yes, truly the blessed night wind who came from the darkness in order capsize me into hers and Wash's arms...
Gale: Say what now?
And even then, she will not see it coming...
Pretty much. XD
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Oh god she's Kuno.
Except she's not delusional and actually has a likable personality.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Damn these feels. Damn them!
Wash: *feels a chill and an urge to hug Gale*
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obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
Well, hopefully Albacore has figured out that the US and Japan aren't enemies any more: witnessing Hiei and Arizona fight against a monster-mutant-battleship-thing together should be enough to drive that fact home.
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- Location
- United States
NEW SPECULATION IN! EX-MRS. RICHARDSON CV-1 OR DD-311/449?
For full details, see inside.
- Location
- Eastern Coast Fleet Command
Part 3: In which Amerikabomber and H-39 show up.
The heavy bomber dove down, the massive flying wing approaching its final launch point. Underneath the black monstrous machine, several long ranged missiles, bright red and glowing faintly. The jets cooled down, still radiating red heat as the wing dove down beneath the cloud layer
The 5 escort ships on the other hand were in two groups, the battleships massive, even larger than New Jersey, comparable to a super carrier with array after array of 40 inch main guns in huge turrets. It was a monster, floating in the dark south Pacific. Its torpedo tubes and vast defensive guns made it a monster, and its twin flanking it made the two a pair to be rivaled.
The last trio of cruisers on the other hand had array after array of machine guns, resembling a gun nest on a traditional cruiser frame, with torpedo bank after torpedo bank armed to the teeth with wire and magnetic guided weapons.
The lone fairy flying over the airspace happened to record this fleet, avoiding radar contact just enough to record pictures.
"So we have here an unknown unit with several huge escorts." The CO went over the main in CIC, "Ladies, your mission is to ensure we own the surface and prevent any fire from hitting us. Once our main cannon is fully operational, we'll take out the rest."
"New Mexico online. So you are going to take care of that flying wing thing? How?" She seemed confused, "I don't think your small gun can hit anything like my 14 inchers can." She grinned at what she thought was a clearly obvious and self-evident statement.
"We have a railgun, New Mexico."
"A gun.. that shoots trains?!" she seemed shocked. "No," Richards went on, " It uses electromagnets to fire at its targets. Just think of it as science, but this prototype takes time for the capacitors to recharge, so until we are fully charged, this thing is vulnerable." He went on, "We'll need you to take the air and sea, and we'll try and take down the big flyer. Ladies, the fate of the entire South Pacific is up to you."
Clamagore took a breath. "Understood. Deep diving.", and as she did that, she took to the water, her dark blue swimsuit molding to her body. Underneath the waves was the land she ruled, and unlike the targets that were surface targets, she had perfect mobility, if not visibility. The layers of the water, warm and cold would interfere with her passive sonar, but the second she set off a pulse, she would betray her position.
"Dropping torpedo," the girl said, as she fired a single Mark 16. The weapon launched away, its motor launching it towards the first cruiser… only to have it veer off target, into one of the two battleship's main rudders.
Of course, Clagamore was unaware of this directly, as the sounds of torpedos forced her to dive deep into the water, underneath a thermal inversion layer.
"This is not how this works.." she thought, maintaining quiet running.
On the surface, New Mexico was first, and she was not going to let the invisible girl take all the credit. Her 14 inch guns, guided by the long range targeting information roared through the night.
"I like land targets better," she grumbled, as her guns fired, "You at least know you are hitting something,"
For her part Midway had launched several patrols, the F-9 and Dauntless squadrons already in the air. "I'm just here to cover you, old girl," Midway retorted, "You kill those cruisers so my air wing doesn't get eaten alive out there. My jet bombers don't have long range missiles so they can't just saturate the air with those." Her compound bow was steaming softly as she waited for the air wing to do its job.
"Every time I send them out, I know I'm sending someone to die," she said softly, "But all I can do is keep the landing lights on for them. The true tragedy of a carrier."
"Don't cry you damn Yankee. Just make sure to not sink," She offered the carrier a hand, "Let your older sister take care of this fight." Midway smiled as she waited for her fighters to do their job.
"All units, we just picked up a new radar contact. More fighters heading your way from up above. It looks like they know we are here." The fire controlman looked at his panel, the modified AEGIS system quickly identifying 40 fighters launching from the huge flying mothership.
The flying hive had finally deployed its defensive wing. This was going to be a sea and land battle.
The heavy bomber dove down, the massive flying wing approaching its final launch point. Underneath the black monstrous machine, several long ranged missiles, bright red and glowing faintly. The jets cooled down, still radiating red heat as the wing dove down beneath the cloud layer
The 5 escort ships on the other hand were in two groups, the battleships massive, even larger than New Jersey, comparable to a super carrier with array after array of 40 inch main guns in huge turrets. It was a monster, floating in the dark south Pacific. Its torpedo tubes and vast defensive guns made it a monster, and its twin flanking it made the two a pair to be rivaled.
The last trio of cruisers on the other hand had array after array of machine guns, resembling a gun nest on a traditional cruiser frame, with torpedo bank after torpedo bank armed to the teeth with wire and magnetic guided weapons.
The lone fairy flying over the airspace happened to record this fleet, avoiding radar contact just enough to record pictures.
"So we have here an unknown unit with several huge escorts." The CO went over the main in CIC, "Ladies, your mission is to ensure we own the surface and prevent any fire from hitting us. Once our main cannon is fully operational, we'll take out the rest."
"New Mexico online. So you are going to take care of that flying wing thing? How?" She seemed confused, "I don't think your small gun can hit anything like my 14 inchers can." She grinned at what she thought was a clearly obvious and self-evident statement.
"We have a railgun, New Mexico."
"A gun.. that shoots trains?!" she seemed shocked. "No," Richards went on, " It uses electromagnets to fire at its targets. Just think of it as science, but this prototype takes time for the capacitors to recharge, so until we are fully charged, this thing is vulnerable." He went on, "We'll need you to take the air and sea, and we'll try and take down the big flyer. Ladies, the fate of the entire South Pacific is up to you."
Clamagore took a breath. "Understood. Deep diving.", and as she did that, she took to the water, her dark blue swimsuit molding to her body. Underneath the waves was the land she ruled, and unlike the targets that were surface targets, she had perfect mobility, if not visibility. The layers of the water, warm and cold would interfere with her passive sonar, but the second she set off a pulse, she would betray her position.
"Dropping torpedo," the girl said, as she fired a single Mark 16. The weapon launched away, its motor launching it towards the first cruiser… only to have it veer off target, into one of the two battleship's main rudders.
Of course, Clagamore was unaware of this directly, as the sounds of torpedos forced her to dive deep into the water, underneath a thermal inversion layer.
"This is not how this works.." she thought, maintaining quiet running.
On the surface, New Mexico was first, and she was not going to let the invisible girl take all the credit. Her 14 inch guns, guided by the long range targeting information roared through the night.
"I like land targets better," she grumbled, as her guns fired, "You at least know you are hitting something,"
For her part Midway had launched several patrols, the F-9 and Dauntless squadrons already in the air. "I'm just here to cover you, old girl," Midway retorted, "You kill those cruisers so my air wing doesn't get eaten alive out there. My jet bombers don't have long range missiles so they can't just saturate the air with those." Her compound bow was steaming softly as she waited for the air wing to do its job.
"Every time I send them out, I know I'm sending someone to die," she said softly, "But all I can do is keep the landing lights on for them. The true tragedy of a carrier."
"Don't cry you damn Yankee. Just make sure to not sink," She offered the carrier a hand, "Let your older sister take care of this fight." Midway smiled as she waited for her fighters to do their job.
"All units, we just picked up a new radar contact. More fighters heading your way from up above. It looks like they know we are here." The fire controlman looked at his panel, the modified AEGIS system quickly identifying 40 fighters launching from the huge flying mothership.
The flying hive had finally deployed its defensive wing. This was going to be a sea and land battle.
- Location
- In the depts of despair.
There's a reason why Kongo managed to take down most of the destroyers off Samar. It might take her more than a few stray rounds, but sooner or later the fire-control on her pagoda's mast will find her target.
Getting her admiral is a matter of time.
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Indeed, while all of the Kongou sisters are unique individuals, they are all filled with BURNING LOVE! Also, they're all crazy awesome and back each other up. Fast battleship ninjas, and all that.
Gale has definitely called down the thunder. Wash did too, so very long ago.
They really have no clue what is coming... I wonder if Kongou has show her sisters how to do the flying head glomp?
Kirishima is actually a lot of fun. Her MCing of the curry contest was gold, and need we even mention the badassery when her glasses came off?
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
That's a new one. But I'm pretty sure marrying and fathering a child counts as lewd. It at least involves lewd on certain levels.
And destroyers are not for lewding!
Hence why we love them so.
They really have no clue what is coming... I wonder if Kongou has show her sisters how to do the flying head glomp?
I thought that was some sort of innate skill or autonomous response. Like breathing.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Huh, you know there's also USS Langley (CVL-27) as well...
I going to admit that I'm not liking the idea that Jane's actual biological mom is a shipgirl.
Mainly because it makes no sense timeline wise and why she did help during the beginning of the war. If she did why did the Admiral back in like the fifth chapter say that Jersey was the first US shipgirl?
As for her coming back as a shipgirl? Ehh... Unlike with Harry's spaceshipgirls canon where they could back because they had an anchor in their shipgirl friends. Its not the cause here.
That just my two cents.
Mainly because it makes no sense timeline wise and why she did help during the beginning of the war. If she did why did the Admiral back in like the fifth chapter say that Jersey was the first US shipgirl?
As for her coming back as a shipgirl? Ehh... Unlike with Harry's spaceshipgirls canon where they could back because they had an anchor in their shipgirl friends. Its not the cause here.
That just my two cents.