Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
Wait, that's not him. This is how he usually acts:
Jersey/JMPer: I HATE ALL OF YOU!!
- Location
- Malaysia
Well...nice name.
Huh, i see what you did there.
Omake: A certain useless camera minion
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
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"Hai! Hai! Naka-chan desu~!"
Naka performed a quick twirl before smiling at the camera with a wink. Just the sort of thing to appeal to her multitude of fans. Oh, and of course to drive a few select individuals up the wall. Didn't they know fighting her idol powers only made her want to annoy them more?
"I'm coming to you live from the one and only United States Fleet Activities Sasebo!" She made a wide, sweeping gesture to the scenery of the base behind her to prompt her cameraman to follow. Which he did. But only after giving her the most beleaguered glare she'd seen in ages.
She waved for him to fall in line as she began making her way towards the entrance of the auditorium. It was easy enough to walk backwards and keep her attention on the camera, but she still took it a bit slow to be on the safe side.
"This is a special broadcast for all of you out there who wanted to be here, but couldn't. And don't worry. I'll have this up on my channel later for everyone." She grinned widely. "C'mon, let's get inside!"
The cameraman lowered his camera with a groan.
"Will the signal on this thing even reach?" He gestured to the array of wires, antennae, and devices strapped to his person. "It's not ev-"
"Hush, and trust in Naka, minion."
"My name isn't minion, it-"
"Less talking, more walking!" She whirled about, knowing he'd be right on her heels. "Come on. This is a first in history and we're here to witness it. Be more excited!"
"I'd be more excited if I didn't have to worry about braining a politician or the brass with this abomination you call a camera rig." He muttered.
Naka ignored his complaints and grabbed his wrist to haul him inside.
Outside was good and all. Plenty of maneuvering room and a nice view of the sea. But outside was where the action definitely was not.
They also didn't have a whole lot of time before everything kicked off. And much as she'd have liked to get a few pictures with some of the people making their ingress to the auditorium, dilly-dallying was out. She hoped she could catch a few of them at the reception. If not, then she would lament her poor timing and move on.
"Let's see..." Naka scanned the growing sea of individuals looking for their seat. Oh, can't forget that! She turned to her cameraman and made a spinning motion with her finger. "Minion, get a good shot of this place. The whole thing. We'll have other things to pay attention soon enough and I don't want all this hard work to go to waste."
She'd never seen the auditorium decked out so beautifully. Not since... Well, ever! Sure she hadn't had much of a chance to see normally, but still. It was really impressive.
She tapped none too gently on her minion's shoulder to direct his attention toward the front where a row of flags had been set up in a semicircle. The Japanese and American flags took center stage, but flags for the armed forces stood next to them. It was a pretty good setup if she were to say so herself. Maybe not the most romantic, buuut... this was a wedding between an admiral and a battleship after all. There wasn't really a norm set up for that kind of thing yet.
Yet being the keyword there.
It certainly wouldn't be this prim and proper for her wedding day though. No sirree. Too uptight.
"-aka. Hey, Naka."
"Hm?" Naka snapped out of her musings to turn around and wound up with a face-full of camera. "Gah! Back up. Back up. Not so close."
"Not a whole lot of space here. Place is filling up fast and I think we're in the way." He thumbed over to the encroaching mass of guests. "Bu-"
"Oh! Whoops." She looked past him and nodded. What had been a steady stream had rapidly turned into a deluge of guests. Was it time already? They couldn't have spent that long on the intro. Or her internal chronometer was way off.
She patted her dress, searching for her phone. Wait. This thing didn't have any pockets! So where was it? She didn't leave in her quarters. But she knew she had it earlier.
Naka's grumbles were interrupted by a tap to the head.
"It's ten to showtime and I have your phone, so calm down." Her cameraman patted his breast pocket. "Now lets actually get out of everyone's way and go sit down, please? I actually need more than five seconds to get a good angle."
"Right right. Sorry everyone." Naka waved to the, thankfully patient guests who were starting to gather. Okay, so she was letting the atmosphere get to her a bit.
She made an appropriately speedy beeline towards the seats that had been reserved for them. And she could easily hear the clunking about that was her minion attempting to do the same. He wasn't very good at it. But she'd give him credit for trying.
Their space was set apart from the other photographers and people who had been specifically enlisted or hired to film the event. They had no intention of offering commentary, so it was better to be elsewhere and avoid noise pollution. It led to their own positioning being a bit unusual, but they'd manage. Nothing so trifling would stop her from delivering her best performance!
Noticing movement off to one side of the auditorium, she tugged on her companion's shirt.
"Looks like it's showtime."
Her minion raised the camera and began tracking the movement of the figure Naka had pointed out, an older looking serviceman wearing dress blues, and pressed a button on the side of device. A red led lit up and he gave a thumbs up to the light cruiser. All was ready to go.
Naka whispered just loud enough for the microphone to catch.
"Alright everyone. It looks like things are about to get started. Our organist just sat down and looks like he's ready to start." She noticed the hall fall silent as the man set his hands down on the keys. The portable organ might not be as imposing or elegant as the massive instruments found in cathedrals or large churches, however that did not lessen the impact of the sound it produced. Not in the slightest.
She might have taken more time to appreciate the music had she not joined every other guest present in turning their attention to the rear of the auditorium.
Beginning his walk down the aisle was a man dressed similarly to the organist. However Naka drew in a sharp breath when her rangefinders sorted out the adornments on his person. He wasn't SECNAV, but he was pretty damn close. For God to have sent one of his own to officiate was no small thing.
"And... it looks like our officiate has been sent by SECNAV himself." Naka's wide eyes followed the man's every step with no small amount of awe. Admirals were one thing, but someone from on high was another. No wonder there hadn't been anything on the LCIN! And she was damn sure Jintsuu would have said something if she knew or if she'd been allowed to talk.
"Hey. Hey Idoru-chan." Naka's world returned into focus when she felt a what had to be an elbow jam into her side. Okay, that was just a little dangerous. She sent a glare at her minion, but quickly dropped it when she saw Admiral Richardson standing where the officiate once had been.
"Whoops. Got a little distracted there."
She cleared her throat softly.
"Here comes the lucky bastard himself. How many of you lost money on this one? Come on, be honest." She hadn't, that much was certain. "I'm impressed though. I didn't think he could clean up so well. He has been taught well. Yes. Yes."
She followed the camera's gaze as Richardson began making his way towards the front of the auditorium.
Naka wasn't joking either. She'd seen some of Jintsuu's photos of the man when he was less than well dressed. Disheveled would be one way to put it. But she had always thought the uniform looked like it had been half-assed or like it came out of someone else's closet. Like a cosplayer who wearing a costume that didn't fit. Right now though, he actually looked like he belonged in that uniform. Those dress blues were not wasted on him anymore.
As Richardson took his place to the left of the officiate, she noted the total lack of panic or unease in his person. Good. She'd have been sorely disappointed in a lot of people if he had been.
But moving on! This was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Now for the best man." With a saucy grin, she turned her attention back to the entrance. Oh, this should be good. She really wished she could see the looks on everyone's faces.
She took a glance at her cameraman and snickered. The dumbstruck look on his face would have to do. But if it was any indication, she was missing out on some real gold out there. Sadly, omniscience was a bit outside her scope of idol powers.
Striding down the aisle clad in the dress blues of the JMSDF was Hiei, her accouterments polished to a mirror shine and her ribbon rack displayed proudly.
It was one thing to joke about such a goofball of a battleship being the Emperor's Ship. Naka considered it a whole other story when you actually saw Hiei live up to the name. It was the kind of awesome presence that left you reeling if you weren't prepared for it. The ripples amongst the guests told her quite a few weren't. Oh, those poor souls.
Naka stifled a giggle as Hiei broke form to wink at her admiral. An action that garnered a grin in response from him. Thick as thieves those two. She wasn't surprised at all that Hiei was the best man. There just was no one else who could fit the bill.
"Next up is..."
She drew circles with her finger as she tried to recall the names of the groomsmen who had yet to join the party.
"Here." A copy of the program obscured her vision for a moment courtesy of her cameraman. Whom she noted was being far less of a drag to be around now that they were actually at the ceremony and not just milling about.
"Thanks." Naka took the program and traced the names until she came to the next one on the roster. "Huh. That's an interesting collection. I wouldn't have expected this."
"It's not tha-" He found himself silenced again, this time by Naka's gloved hand over his mouth.
"Coming down the aisle now is Major Thomas Iberez, Chair Force. Be nice ladies, or he'll drop an angry army on you." Whether by plane or by simply throwing the army remained to be seen. She'd seen a lot of people in her life, but she hadn't seen anyone so huge as this guy. Giant was almost an understatement.
He was taller than Jersey even. Sure, Americans. But still! How did he even fit in the cockpit? Didn't they have regulations on that sort of thing?
He did do well in his dress blues though. So she'd definitely give him credit there.
"Is he taller than the admiral?"
"Yes. Even with the steps, yes."
"Right. Next member of the groom's loyal entourage..."
"Oh, minion. You almost sound like you're having fun." She teased him a bit, earning a mild look in return. Even if he was being less of a drag, he was still a pain.
"Here comes Chief Petty Officer James Hunter. Sonarman for the USS Washington. No not that one. And doesn't he look sharp?"
Naka gaped as Minion so brazenly took the spotlight from her, effectively cutting off her fun and stealing her role as host of this stream. How dare he! If it weren't for the setting and the fact they were live, she'd give him a piece of her mind.
"Oh, and he's single."
Great, now he was dumping blood in the water.
It didn't help that the marching sonarman had the same kind of geeky charm Oyoodo did when she didn't have ninety-nine percent of her vital fluids replaced with caffeine. She'd seen that once and only once. But the point remained that Minion may have signed the man's death warrant.
She waited for the man to finish taking his place before she acted. Let no one say that she would let go of her programs without a fight. Before the next groomsman began his march, she grabbed her minion's thigh and delivered a none too gentle pinch. Hmm, only a wince and a nod. He's a durable one.
"Sorry."
"Next up is Army Lieutenant Colonel George Stryp. And unlike CPO Hunter, he's taken." She blinked and did a double take. Just how far did Richardson's reach go? This made three branches of America's military in key wedding positions.
"Nothing for the Army?" Whispered the cameraman.
"Well, he's handsome. And there are a lot of jealous eyes aimed at someone who I think is his wife." Naka narrowed her eyes at a member of the attendance. "If her smug look is any clue."
"Aren't you supposed to be good at this kind of thing? The narrating and such?"
"You be quiet."
"Sure, sure. Yes, ma'am." He trained the camera back onto the entrance to track the march of the last groomsman.
"Lastly, but not least, is Daniel Norman. He's a First Lieutenant in the Marines and one of the few to not snap in half after getting a bear hug from Jersey. Apparently the average jarhead can't withstand full strength battleship hugs. Whodathunkit." That didn't stop them from accepting of course. Big J loved her marines and they loved her.
"All we're missing is the Coast Guard and we'd have everyone." Naka joked lightly while watching Daniel march. Even in ceremony, the coasties were the forgotten branch of the armed forces.
A tap on her shoulder and a gesture from Minion pointed her to take a closer look the direction of their organist. Well, what do you know.
"Huh. I have been corrected and do apologize. We do have everyone. This most humble idol requests forgiveness from the US Coasties for thinking you had been left out." Minion was rolling his eyes. And she didn't even need to see him do it to know.
As Daniel completed the groom's party with a set of crisp moments, the music shifted tone. It was deeper and carried a different sort of elegance. Naka was positive Jintsuu had a hand in this. This was absolutely the kind of thing she'd set up. And it was probably only out of consideration for Mutsu and Jane's planning that the Imperial March wasn't playing.
She giggled a bit too loud as one of the guests turned to give her a shushing gesture.
Whoops.
Well, she could be forgiven. After all, the real stars of the show were about to appear. All leading up to the entrance of the lady of the day herself.
Unlike Richardson and his troops, the ladies were not marching down one at a time.
Nope.
They were ships. And a ship is naturally inclined to move in formation. Whether out on the high seas or down the aisle at a wedding.
"I don't think I need to give any introduction here, but lets do it anyway. Leading the bridesmaids is the Maid of Honor, the lovely bride's own sister and flagship of Admiral Goto's fleet: Battleship Nagato." Naka's eyes were transfixed on the vision that was Nagato. She didn't consider herself really inclined in that direction, however it was really, really hard to not imagine the possibility. The battleship just had that kind of natural charm no matter who you were.
It really didn't help things that Nagato was clad in an amazing navy dress that was tailored to be both elegant capable of evoking the same feeling as a set of dress blues. On her right sleeve, just below the shoulder, was an embroidered cuff. Emblazoned upon it was her rank, class, name, and some of her more notable ribbons. And the whole ensemble looked really good if Naka had been asked to voice her opinion.
Plus, the hair. Nagato's long, black hair had been freed from her bulky antennae and done up into a thick ponytail. It was tied off with a lacy ribbon of navy blue. Accenting the ribbon was a large hairpin sporting a golden chrysanthemum resembling the one on her bow.
A set of medium length gloves that ended with a golden embroidery to match her cuff adorned her hands. And completing the look was a pair of flats. All of it matching the hue of her dress.
She idly reached over to shut Minion's jaw.
If he was this stunned by Nagato, then she was worried he'd have an overload when Mutsu finally came into view. At least his hands still seemed capable if the steadiness of the camera was sufficient proof.
"Following Nagato is Jintsuu, escorted by Kawakaze."
Just like Nagato, Jintsuu looked stunning in her dress. It was only slightly less embellished given she wasn't taking on such an important role. Yet it was just as beautiful. Her sister's trademark green ribbon had been woven into her hair to produce a very pretty bun. She really should wear it like that more often.
Unlike Nagato however, Jintsuu's presence was far more subdued. The girl next door compared to the awe inspiring sight that was the battleship. It suited her sister though. They were never meant to be flashy. No matter how everyone interpreted Sendai's antics.
Kawakaze kept stride just abreast and slightly behind Jintsuu. Naka felt herself grin as the destroyer's ridiculously long braid nearly smacked one of the guests as she walked. Her dress was even less elaborate than Jintsuu's, but it still had that same shoulder cuff. It was quite cute. Very appropriate for the fox-like destroyer.
Just as the feeling imposed upon the auditorium shifted when Jintsuu had come into view after Nagato, the third bridesmaid made her own waves.
"...Battleship Arizona and Shimakaze." Naka hadn't had time to actually meet the standard battleship yet. However if the way the redhead carried herself was any indication, she was definitely the more serious type. Which made it pretty funny that her escort was Shimakaze of all ships. Even more so that the destroyer was making every effort to mimic her.
Their outfits matched Jintsuu and Kawakaze's, and so did the rest of the party as Naka glanced down the line.
Though of course Shimakaze was wearing her rabbit-ear ribbon. However she noticed the ears were a bit more well tended than she remembered. They didn't bounce and weave with every step the destroyer took, but instead remained curved forward as if standing at attention. That had to be Arizona's influence. Had to be.
Naka was about to introduce the next pair for her streamers when she took another look at the fourth bridesmaid. A proper look this time. Not a glance or a peek. But a real, hard look.
Kongou's entire person was one step short of radiant. Sparkling, even. And she was absolutely positive the only reason it wasn't was because she didn't want to risk outshining the bride. Looks like that morsel of information about her and Goto was not exaggerated.
Naka pitied the Abyssal that tried to stand in her way. She wasn't even joking. She would have legitimate pity for the hellish monstrosity that tried to stand between Kongou and Goto. A fact that unnerved her to no end, but one she couldn't deny.
But next to the nearly vibrating battleship was a destroyer who looked like she didn't know whether to burst with joy, run away, or give a drill sergeant a run for their money in the serious department.
"It looks like poor Fubuki's a bit overwhelmed." If that wasn't putting it mildly, Naka would eat her proverbial hat.
"Think she'll be okay?"
The idol nodded with a smile and leaned in to whisper to him, tapping the mute on his camera.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she took a spill or did something silly by accident, but she'll do her best. She always does." Naka unmuted the camera and turned her attention to the last pair in the formation. She nearly spit when she did.
"That... Is not the New Jersey I know." She pointed to the blond battleship in disbelief. What in the name of SECNAV? Further breaking her mind was a calm and almost serene Yuudachi walking as her escort. "That is also not the Poi I know."
"You know everyone watching just heard that, right?" He raised an eyebrow, but continued filming.
"Don't care."
The poise, grace, and elegance on display was nothing Naka had ever seen in Jersey. Not in her imagination and certainly not in reality. Where was the vulgar, rude, and lazy warship? What was this beauty queen? It wasn't just out there so she didn't embarrass anyone. This was the real deal.
"I feel like everything I know has become a lie. A terrible terrible lie." Naka began muttering to herself. Could such things escape even her powers of observation and ties into the LCIN? Or had she been slacking? At least Yuudachi looked like she was putting in some effort to act the part. Alien, but not completely unfathomable.
"Hey, traffic cone." He tapped her on the head with a temporarily free hand. "They're almost ready to send down the star of the show."
"Huh?"
"Bride. Mutsu."
"Right! Right. Okay. Just a little shaken." Thankfully he didn't press her further and simply raised an eyebrow. "Okay."
She took a deep breath and laid her eyes on the party at the entrance. First would be the flower girls, then the ring bearer, and finally Mutsu herself. All they needed was...
The organist let the music fade ever so slightly before ramping it back up into a tune that was unquestionably unmistakable.
...Lohengrin.
"I'm just gonna be quiet and let you all watch." Naka could have easily continued her narrations. It wasn't a matter of difficulty at all. She wanted to give her whole attention to the ceremony now. The fun and games with everyone else was done now.
Leading the final march was none other than Shinano. Unlike the rest of the ships who had marched before her, her dress was white and lacked anything remotely military. Naka thought it was a bit of shame for the youngest Yamato to not display her name proudly. Then again, she also knew how shy the girl was.
It was definitely for the better.
Still, she would definitely give kudos to her. Being the leader of the flower girls was no small task. Yet there wasn't so much as a nervous twitch in her entire hull as she walked and scattered the rose petals along the path. Plus the quiet smile on her face was absolutely adorable.
Almost as amazing were her escorts. Naka never thought she'd see American submarines escorting a Japanese carrier, but lo and behold. Albacore took Shinano's right while Archerfish took the left. Together the three tossed handful after handful of petals. They never seemed to run out despite not carrying very large baskets though. Must be a sub thing.
Naka did almost break her silence when she noticed Albie and Archie having to move double-time to keep up with Shinano's far longer stride. It wasn't the most efficient arrangement, but it was too cute for her or anyone to really care.
In their wake was the happiest little girl Naka had ever seen.
Nuts to candy stores and Christmas, Jane Richardson had them all beat. From what Jintsuu had told her, it only made sense. The girl was spinning more threads than anyone her age had any reason to. All to make sure she had a growing, happy family. And walking down the aisle of her father's wedding to one of her mothers as the ring bearer was some of the best proof her plots were paying off.
That girl was already a nightmare. Naka knew for certain the world would never be prepared for the day Jane took up the mantle of admiral. It would be as if an NCO took a commission and didn't lose their powers. Combine that with her affinity for the Navy and... Yep, she'd take over the world.
Her and those minibotes. Or whatever you called the two miniature versions of Arizona and Mutsu who never left Jane's side.
The music's power grew and all eyes were became transfixed on the figure following behind Jane.
Mutsu.
Clad in an exquisite white wedding gown, she cut a breathtaking figure. Lace and sheer in all the right places and a flowery pattern added to the image in the best of ways. Held in one hand was a bouquet of white flowers bound with a ribbon. Adorning her neck was a choker bearing the gold chrysanthemum of the Japanese Navy.
Naka noted Mutsu did not wear a traditional veil, but rather seemed to have had her's modeled after her radar array. Replacing polished steel was a lace headband of white and green with the antennae mounts being replaced with a bundle of small flowers. It was very, very pretty.
Her long train was held aloft by the Taffies of all ships, each having taken their duties with the utmost seriousness.
And completing the image was the man standing in as Father of the Bride: Admiral Goto.
Naka had seen Goto in uniform plenty of times. But she'd never seen him fully kitted out in his most formal of dress. How Kongou was keeping herself in check was beyond her ability to comprehend at the moment. Goto really knew how to clean up.
The image was just too perfect. It was more than she could have imagined and she was glad for that. The entire scene would have left her speechless if she hadn't already decided to keep quiet.
She was only slightly cognizant of a hand pushing her jaw shut. Had to be Minion.
Admiral Goto led Mutsu up the steps towards Richardson and the two men exchanged salutes before shaking hands. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying to each other, but whatever it was had made Mutsu's smile even brighter. Richardson's smile grew warmer as well. But it was hard to tell next to the radiance that was his bride.
Goto moved to take his seat while Mutsu and Richardson joined hands before SECNAV's avatar.
The man cleared his throat and all went silent. Even a pin dropping would have found a way to silence itself.
"Thank you, all of you gathered here today for this auspicious occasion."
He gestured to the bride and groom.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate this union between John Richardson and Mutsu. To make official, permanent, and eternal their love for one another."
"They have decided to face their burdens together. To share in all their triumphs, sorrows, victories and defeats together. They are as one. A whole in body and soul. Entrusting to each other their entire being with all of their strengths and weaknesses."
"This is an act of love that cannot be understated in its power and importance. A vow to one another before the whole of creation."
"John and Mutsu are here today to make that vow."
There was a pause and Naka blinked as the officiate grinned.
"A vow I have never before seen backed by naval rifles."
Naka snorted in a very unladylike manner. She was grateful she wasn't the only one as half the wedding party and some of the guests found it pretty amusing as well. Even Arizona was having difficulty keeping a straight face.
"We shall now begin the exchange of vows."
There was a silence as he gestured to the pair. A silence that dragged on for far too long.
Long enough for Hiei to deliver a swift kick to Richardson's rear.
"Thank you, Hiei." Mutsu giggled while Richardson worked to recompose himself.
"Anytime."
Richardson took in a deep breath and the amusement died down.
"Mutsu. I, John Alfred Richardson, do promise to take you as my wife, to love and to keep you. In good times. In bad times. And all the times in between. Now into forever as your husband. You are the flagship of my heart."
"John. I, Mutsu, vow to love and keep you. To be there through the harshest of storms and the calmest of seas. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that beyond the end of time. I take you as my husband, the one and only admiral of my heart."
They smiled warmly at each other.
"Will the ring bearer please present the rings?"
Jane took that as her cue and marched forward. Her short, dark hair bobbing in tune with each step.
Rather than take the offered rings, Richardson and Mutsu kneeled down to pull Jane into a hug. Mutsu placed a kiss on the little girl's head. Naka had to rub her eyes to keep the tears from falling. She would admit she wasn't immune to such a moving image.
When they separated, she could make out Mutsu sniffling with a smile. She was certain even the most stonefaced person would be doing the same.
With rings delivered, Jane made her way back to her seat next to Goto. Naka might not have been able to hear if any words were exchanged, but she quite clearly saw the admiral place a comforting hand on the child's shoulder. Jane smiled in response. Goto would definitely be making Kongou a very, very happy ship.
"Now then, are you ready?"
Bride and groom nodded resolutely.
"John, please repeat after me and place the ring on Mutsu's finger."
He nodded and took Mutsu's left hand.
"With this ring, I thee wed."
He smiled and spoke the words loud and clear. With one gentle and sure motion, he placed the ring upon Mutsu's finger.
"Mutsu."
Mutsu took Richardson's hand and spoke the same words. Her voice rang out for all to hear. Like her beloved, she placed the ring on his finger with the same motion of surety.
The officiate raised his hands and proclaimed to the gathered with a proud voice.
"In the name of SECNAV, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife." He took a deep breath and smiled. "To all present, I present to you John and Mutsu Richardson. You may now kiss the bride!"
The whole assembly burst into cheers as the admiral and battleship sealed their union with a kiss.
Naka felt herself cheering and clapping alongside everyone else. It was about time! Joyous laughter burst from her lips as she watched Mutsu abuse her strength to dip her new husband into an even deeper kiss. Oh, that was priceless!
The organist began playing something upbeat and cheery, prompting the wedding party to get a move on. There was a reception to go to after all. And the more time they spent cheering here was less time cheering there. Which was important because over there was where there was food and drink and less formal merriment.
Richardson and Mutsu locked arms and shared another kiss before walking up the aisle. Now with a very noticeable spring in their steps.
Right on their heels was Hiei and Nagato, the latter looking far more pleased than Naka had ever seen her.
Then came Jintsuu, Iberez, and Kawakaze, which had Naka actively trying to not laugh. Her sister wasn't the shortest ship out there. But next to this giant, she was positively diminutive! Kawakaze just made it even more funny. She'd be giving her a hard time about that later for certain.
Following them was Arizona and Hunter with Shimakaze in tow. Poor Hunter looked incredibly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to not look so. Maybe it was because of who he was walking with? Or because he was trying to not overtly catch the eye of a certain guest. Naka was far from blind.
After them was Norman and Jersey followed by Stryp and Kongou, each with their respective destroyer escorts in tow. She was convinced now that Jersey had been replaced by an alien. The Iowa-class was way, way too... not boisterously American for her comfort level. At least Kongou was normal, rapidly approaching Mutsu's level of unrestrained joy.
"...Now that's adorable."
"Hm?"
Naka pointed Minion towards Jane leading a formation of Taffies escorting Goto and SECNAV's representative up the aisle. It was too cute. Maybe even more cute since she was running high on the wave of emotions from the crowd.
"Okay, yes. I will concede that."
"Darn right you will!" She grabbed his wrist and laughed. "Come on, let's get to the reception. The night's just getting started!"
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"Hai! Hai! Naka-chan desu~!"
Naka performed a quick twirl before smiling at the camera with a wink. Just the sort of thing to appeal to her multitude of fans. Oh, and of course to drive a few select individuals up the wall. Didn't they know fighting her idol powers only made her want to annoy them more?
"I'm coming to you live from the one and only United States Fleet Activities Sasebo!" She made a wide, sweeping gesture to the scenery of the base behind her to prompt her cameraman to follow. Which he did. But only after giving her the most beleaguered glare she'd seen in ages.
She waved for him to fall in line as she began making her way towards the entrance of the auditorium. It was easy enough to walk backwards and keep her attention on the camera, but she still took it a bit slow to be on the safe side.
"This is a special broadcast for all of you out there who wanted to be here, but couldn't. And don't worry. I'll have this up on my channel later for everyone." She grinned widely. "C'mon, let's get inside!"
The cameraman lowered his camera with a groan.
"Will the signal on this thing even reach?" He gestured to the array of wires, antennae, and devices strapped to his person. "It's not ev-"
"Hush, and trust in Naka, minion."
"My name isn't minion, it-"
"Less talking, more walking!" She whirled about, knowing he'd be right on her heels. "Come on. This is a first in history and we're here to witness it. Be more excited!"
"I'd be more excited if I didn't have to worry about braining a politician or the brass with this abomination you call a camera rig." He muttered.
Naka ignored his complaints and grabbed his wrist to haul him inside.
Outside was good and all. Plenty of maneuvering room and a nice view of the sea. But outside was where the action definitely was not.
They also didn't have a whole lot of time before everything kicked off. And much as she'd have liked to get a few pictures with some of the people making their ingress to the auditorium, dilly-dallying was out. She hoped she could catch a few of them at the reception. If not, then she would lament her poor timing and move on.
"Let's see..." Naka scanned the growing sea of individuals looking for their seat. Oh, can't forget that! She turned to her cameraman and made a spinning motion with her finger. "Minion, get a good shot of this place. The whole thing. We'll have other things to pay attention soon enough and I don't want all this hard work to go to waste."
She'd never seen the auditorium decked out so beautifully. Not since... Well, ever! Sure she hadn't had much of a chance to see normally, but still. It was really impressive.
She tapped none too gently on her minion's shoulder to direct his attention toward the front where a row of flags had been set up in a semicircle. The Japanese and American flags took center stage, but flags for the armed forces stood next to them. It was a pretty good setup if she were to say so herself. Maybe not the most romantic, buuut... this was a wedding between an admiral and a battleship after all. There wasn't really a norm set up for that kind of thing yet.
Yet being the keyword there.
It certainly wouldn't be this prim and proper for her wedding day though. No sirree. Too uptight.
"-aka. Hey, Naka."
"Hm?" Naka snapped out of her musings to turn around and wound up with a face-full of camera. "Gah! Back up. Back up. Not so close."
"Not a whole lot of space here. Place is filling up fast and I think we're in the way." He thumbed over to the encroaching mass of guests. "Bu-"
"Oh! Whoops." She looked past him and nodded. What had been a steady stream had rapidly turned into a deluge of guests. Was it time already? They couldn't have spent that long on the intro. Or her internal chronometer was way off.
She patted her dress, searching for her phone. Wait. This thing didn't have any pockets! So where was it? She didn't leave in her quarters. But she knew she had it earlier.
Naka's grumbles were interrupted by a tap to the head.
"It's ten to showtime and I have your phone, so calm down." Her cameraman patted his breast pocket. "Now lets actually get out of everyone's way and go sit down, please? I actually need more than five seconds to get a good angle."
"Right right. Sorry everyone." Naka waved to the, thankfully patient guests who were starting to gather. Okay, so she was letting the atmosphere get to her a bit.
She made an appropriately speedy beeline towards the seats that had been reserved for them. And she could easily hear the clunking about that was her minion attempting to do the same. He wasn't very good at it. But she'd give him credit for trying.
Their space was set apart from the other photographers and people who had been specifically enlisted or hired to film the event. They had no intention of offering commentary, so it was better to be elsewhere and avoid noise pollution. It led to their own positioning being a bit unusual, but they'd manage. Nothing so trifling would stop her from delivering her best performance!
Noticing movement off to one side of the auditorium, she tugged on her companion's shirt.
"Looks like it's showtime."
Her minion raised the camera and began tracking the movement of the figure Naka had pointed out, an older looking serviceman wearing dress blues, and pressed a button on the side of device. A red led lit up and he gave a thumbs up to the light cruiser. All was ready to go.
Naka whispered just loud enough for the microphone to catch.
"Alright everyone. It looks like things are about to get started. Our organist just sat down and looks like he's ready to start." She noticed the hall fall silent as the man set his hands down on the keys. The portable organ might not be as imposing or elegant as the massive instruments found in cathedrals or large churches, however that did not lessen the impact of the sound it produced. Not in the slightest.
She might have taken more time to appreciate the music had she not joined every other guest present in turning their attention to the rear of the auditorium.
Beginning his walk down the aisle was a man dressed similarly to the organist. However Naka drew in a sharp breath when her rangefinders sorted out the adornments on his person. He wasn't SECNAV, but he was pretty damn close. For God to have sent one of his own to officiate was no small thing.
"And... it looks like our officiate has been sent by SECNAV himself." Naka's wide eyes followed the man's every step with no small amount of awe. Admirals were one thing, but someone from on high was another. No wonder there hadn't been anything on the LCIN! And she was damn sure Jintsuu would have said something if she knew or if she'd been allowed to talk.
"Hey. Hey Idoru-chan." Naka's world returned into focus when she felt a what had to be an elbow jam into her side. Okay, that was just a little dangerous. She sent a glare at her minion, but quickly dropped it when she saw Admiral Richardson standing where the officiate once had been.
"Whoops. Got a little distracted there."
She cleared her throat softly.
"Here comes the lucky bastard himself. How many of you lost money on this one? Come on, be honest." She hadn't, that much was certain. "I'm impressed though. I didn't think he could clean up so well. He has been taught well. Yes. Yes."
She followed the camera's gaze as Richardson began making his way towards the front of the auditorium.
Naka wasn't joking either. She'd seen some of Jintsuu's photos of the man when he was less than well dressed. Disheveled would be one way to put it. But she had always thought the uniform looked like it had been half-assed or like it came out of someone else's closet. Like a cosplayer who wearing a costume that didn't fit. Right now though, he actually looked like he belonged in that uniform. Those dress blues were not wasted on him anymore.
As Richardson took his place to the left of the officiate, she noted the total lack of panic or unease in his person. Good. She'd have been sorely disappointed in a lot of people if he had been.
But moving on! This was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Now for the best man." With a saucy grin, she turned her attention back to the entrance. Oh, this should be good. She really wished she could see the looks on everyone's faces.
She took a glance at her cameraman and snickered. The dumbstruck look on his face would have to do. But if it was any indication, she was missing out on some real gold out there. Sadly, omniscience was a bit outside her scope of idol powers.
Striding down the aisle clad in the dress blues of the JMSDF was Hiei, her accouterments polished to a mirror shine and her ribbon rack displayed proudly.
It was one thing to joke about such a goofball of a battleship being the Emperor's Ship. Naka considered it a whole other story when you actually saw Hiei live up to the name. It was the kind of awesome presence that left you reeling if you weren't prepared for it. The ripples amongst the guests told her quite a few weren't. Oh, those poor souls.
Naka stifled a giggle as Hiei broke form to wink at her admiral. An action that garnered a grin in response from him. Thick as thieves those two. She wasn't surprised at all that Hiei was the best man. There just was no one else who could fit the bill.
"Next up is..."
She drew circles with her finger as she tried to recall the names of the groomsmen who had yet to join the party.
"Here." A copy of the program obscured her vision for a moment courtesy of her cameraman. Whom she noted was being far less of a drag to be around now that they were actually at the ceremony and not just milling about.
"Thanks." Naka took the program and traced the names until she came to the next one on the roster. "Huh. That's an interesting collection. I wouldn't have expected this."
"It's not tha-" He found himself silenced again, this time by Naka's gloved hand over his mouth.
"Coming down the aisle now is Major Thomas Iberez, Chair Force. Be nice ladies, or he'll drop an angry army on you." Whether by plane or by simply throwing the army remained to be seen. She'd seen a lot of people in her life, but she hadn't seen anyone so huge as this guy. Giant was almost an understatement.
He was taller than Jersey even. Sure, Americans. But still! How did he even fit in the cockpit? Didn't they have regulations on that sort of thing?
He did do well in his dress blues though. So she'd definitely give him credit there.
"Is he taller than the admiral?"
"Yes. Even with the steps, yes."
"Right. Next member of the groom's loyal entourage..."
"Oh, minion. You almost sound like you're having fun." She teased him a bit, earning a mild look in return. Even if he was being less of a drag, he was still a pain.
"Here comes Chief Petty Officer James Hunter. Sonarman for the USS Washington. No not that one. And doesn't he look sharp?"
Naka gaped as Minion so brazenly took the spotlight from her, effectively cutting off her fun and stealing her role as host of this stream. How dare he! If it weren't for the setting and the fact they were live, she'd give him a piece of her mind.
"Oh, and he's single."
Great, now he was dumping blood in the water.
It didn't help that the marching sonarman had the same kind of geeky charm Oyoodo did when she didn't have ninety-nine percent of her vital fluids replaced with caffeine. She'd seen that once and only once. But the point remained that Minion may have signed the man's death warrant.
She waited for the man to finish taking his place before she acted. Let no one say that she would let go of her programs without a fight. Before the next groomsman began his march, she grabbed her minion's thigh and delivered a none too gentle pinch. Hmm, only a wince and a nod. He's a durable one.
"Sorry."
"Next up is Army Lieutenant Colonel George Stryp. And unlike CPO Hunter, he's taken." She blinked and did a double take. Just how far did Richardson's reach go? This made three branches of America's military in key wedding positions.
"Nothing for the Army?" Whispered the cameraman.
"Well, he's handsome. And there are a lot of jealous eyes aimed at someone who I think is his wife." Naka narrowed her eyes at a member of the attendance. "If her smug look is any clue."
"Aren't you supposed to be good at this kind of thing? The narrating and such?"
"You be quiet."
"Sure, sure. Yes, ma'am." He trained the camera back onto the entrance to track the march of the last groomsman.
"Lastly, but not least, is Daniel Norman. He's a First Lieutenant in the Marines and one of the few to not snap in half after getting a bear hug from Jersey. Apparently the average jarhead can't withstand full strength battleship hugs. Whodathunkit." That didn't stop them from accepting of course. Big J loved her marines and they loved her.
"All we're missing is the Coast Guard and we'd have everyone." Naka joked lightly while watching Daniel march. Even in ceremony, the coasties were the forgotten branch of the armed forces.
A tap on her shoulder and a gesture from Minion pointed her to take a closer look the direction of their organist. Well, what do you know.
"Huh. I have been corrected and do apologize. We do have everyone. This most humble idol requests forgiveness from the US Coasties for thinking you had been left out." Minion was rolling his eyes. And she didn't even need to see him do it to know.
As Daniel completed the groom's party with a set of crisp moments, the music shifted tone. It was deeper and carried a different sort of elegance. Naka was positive Jintsuu had a hand in this. This was absolutely the kind of thing she'd set up. And it was probably only out of consideration for Mutsu and Jane's planning that the Imperial March wasn't playing.
She giggled a bit too loud as one of the guests turned to give her a shushing gesture.
Whoops.
Well, she could be forgiven. After all, the real stars of the show were about to appear. All leading up to the entrance of the lady of the day herself.
Unlike Richardson and his troops, the ladies were not marching down one at a time.
Nope.
They were ships. And a ship is naturally inclined to move in formation. Whether out on the high seas or down the aisle at a wedding.
"I don't think I need to give any introduction here, but lets do it anyway. Leading the bridesmaids is the Maid of Honor, the lovely bride's own sister and flagship of Admiral Goto's fleet: Battleship Nagato." Naka's eyes were transfixed on the vision that was Nagato. She didn't consider herself really inclined in that direction, however it was really, really hard to not imagine the possibility. The battleship just had that kind of natural charm no matter who you were.
It really didn't help things that Nagato was clad in an amazing navy dress that was tailored to be both elegant capable of evoking the same feeling as a set of dress blues. On her right sleeve, just below the shoulder, was an embroidered cuff. Emblazoned upon it was her rank, class, name, and some of her more notable ribbons. And the whole ensemble looked really good if Naka had been asked to voice her opinion.
Plus, the hair. Nagato's long, black hair had been freed from her bulky antennae and done up into a thick ponytail. It was tied off with a lacy ribbon of navy blue. Accenting the ribbon was a large hairpin sporting a golden chrysanthemum resembling the one on her bow.
A set of medium length gloves that ended with a golden embroidery to match her cuff adorned her hands. And completing the look was a pair of flats. All of it matching the hue of her dress.
She idly reached over to shut Minion's jaw.
If he was this stunned by Nagato, then she was worried he'd have an overload when Mutsu finally came into view. At least his hands still seemed capable if the steadiness of the camera was sufficient proof.
"Following Nagato is Jintsuu, escorted by Kawakaze."
Just like Nagato, Jintsuu looked stunning in her dress. It was only slightly less embellished given she wasn't taking on such an important role. Yet it was just as beautiful. Her sister's trademark green ribbon had been woven into her hair to produce a very pretty bun. She really should wear it like that more often.
Unlike Nagato however, Jintsuu's presence was far more subdued. The girl next door compared to the awe inspiring sight that was the battleship. It suited her sister though. They were never meant to be flashy. No matter how everyone interpreted Sendai's antics.
Kawakaze kept stride just abreast and slightly behind Jintsuu. Naka felt herself grin as the destroyer's ridiculously long braid nearly smacked one of the guests as she walked. Her dress was even less elaborate than Jintsuu's, but it still had that same shoulder cuff. It was quite cute. Very appropriate for the fox-like destroyer.
Just as the feeling imposed upon the auditorium shifted when Jintsuu had come into view after Nagato, the third bridesmaid made her own waves.
"...Battleship Arizona and Shimakaze." Naka hadn't had time to actually meet the standard battleship yet. However if the way the redhead carried herself was any indication, she was definitely the more serious type. Which made it pretty funny that her escort was Shimakaze of all ships. Even more so that the destroyer was making every effort to mimic her.
Their outfits matched Jintsuu and Kawakaze's, and so did the rest of the party as Naka glanced down the line.
Though of course Shimakaze was wearing her rabbit-ear ribbon. However she noticed the ears were a bit more well tended than she remembered. They didn't bounce and weave with every step the destroyer took, but instead remained curved forward as if standing at attention. That had to be Arizona's influence. Had to be.
Naka was about to introduce the next pair for her streamers when she took another look at the fourth bridesmaid. A proper look this time. Not a glance or a peek. But a real, hard look.
Kongou's entire person was one step short of radiant. Sparkling, even. And she was absolutely positive the only reason it wasn't was because she didn't want to risk outshining the bride. Looks like that morsel of information about her and Goto was not exaggerated.
Naka pitied the Abyssal that tried to stand in her way. She wasn't even joking. She would have legitimate pity for the hellish monstrosity that tried to stand between Kongou and Goto. A fact that unnerved her to no end, but one she couldn't deny.
But next to the nearly vibrating battleship was a destroyer who looked like she didn't know whether to burst with joy, run away, or give a drill sergeant a run for their money in the serious department.
"It looks like poor Fubuki's a bit overwhelmed." If that wasn't putting it mildly, Naka would eat her proverbial hat.
"Think she'll be okay?"
The idol nodded with a smile and leaned in to whisper to him, tapping the mute on his camera.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she took a spill or did something silly by accident, but she'll do her best. She always does." Naka unmuted the camera and turned her attention to the last pair in the formation. She nearly spit when she did.
"That... Is not the New Jersey I know." She pointed to the blond battleship in disbelief. What in the name of SECNAV? Further breaking her mind was a calm and almost serene Yuudachi walking as her escort. "That is also not the Poi I know."
"You know everyone watching just heard that, right?" He raised an eyebrow, but continued filming.
"Don't care."
The poise, grace, and elegance on display was nothing Naka had ever seen in Jersey. Not in her imagination and certainly not in reality. Where was the vulgar, rude, and lazy warship? What was this beauty queen? It wasn't just out there so she didn't embarrass anyone. This was the real deal.
"I feel like everything I know has become a lie. A terrible terrible lie." Naka began muttering to herself. Could such things escape even her powers of observation and ties into the LCIN? Or had she been slacking? At least Yuudachi looked like she was putting in some effort to act the part. Alien, but not completely unfathomable.
"Hey, traffic cone." He tapped her on the head with a temporarily free hand. "They're almost ready to send down the star of the show."
"Huh?"
"Bride. Mutsu."
"Right! Right. Okay. Just a little shaken." Thankfully he didn't press her further and simply raised an eyebrow. "Okay."
She took a deep breath and laid her eyes on the party at the entrance. First would be the flower girls, then the ring bearer, and finally Mutsu herself. All they needed was...
The organist let the music fade ever so slightly before ramping it back up into a tune that was unquestionably unmistakable.
...Lohengrin.
"I'm just gonna be quiet and let you all watch." Naka could have easily continued her narrations. It wasn't a matter of difficulty at all. She wanted to give her whole attention to the ceremony now. The fun and games with everyone else was done now.
Leading the final march was none other than Shinano. Unlike the rest of the ships who had marched before her, her dress was white and lacked anything remotely military. Naka thought it was a bit of shame for the youngest Yamato to not display her name proudly. Then again, she also knew how shy the girl was.
It was definitely for the better.
Still, she would definitely give kudos to her. Being the leader of the flower girls was no small task. Yet there wasn't so much as a nervous twitch in her entire hull as she walked and scattered the rose petals along the path. Plus the quiet smile on her face was absolutely adorable.
Almost as amazing were her escorts. Naka never thought she'd see American submarines escorting a Japanese carrier, but lo and behold. Albacore took Shinano's right while Archerfish took the left. Together the three tossed handful after handful of petals. They never seemed to run out despite not carrying very large baskets though. Must be a sub thing.
Naka did almost break her silence when she noticed Albie and Archie having to move double-time to keep up with Shinano's far longer stride. It wasn't the most efficient arrangement, but it was too cute for her or anyone to really care.
In their wake was the happiest little girl Naka had ever seen.
Nuts to candy stores and Christmas, Jane Richardson had them all beat. From what Jintsuu had told her, it only made sense. The girl was spinning more threads than anyone her age had any reason to. All to make sure she had a growing, happy family. And walking down the aisle of her father's wedding to one of her mothers as the ring bearer was some of the best proof her plots were paying off.
That girl was already a nightmare. Naka knew for certain the world would never be prepared for the day Jane took up the mantle of admiral. It would be as if an NCO took a commission and didn't lose their powers. Combine that with her affinity for the Navy and... Yep, she'd take over the world.
Her and those minibotes. Or whatever you called the two miniature versions of Arizona and Mutsu who never left Jane's side.
The music's power grew and all eyes were became transfixed on the figure following behind Jane.
Mutsu.
Clad in an exquisite white wedding gown, she cut a breathtaking figure. Lace and sheer in all the right places and a flowery pattern added to the image in the best of ways. Held in one hand was a bouquet of white flowers bound with a ribbon. Adorning her neck was a choker bearing the gold chrysanthemum of the Japanese Navy.
Naka noted Mutsu did not wear a traditional veil, but rather seemed to have had her's modeled after her radar array. Replacing polished steel was a lace headband of white and green with the antennae mounts being replaced with a bundle of small flowers. It was very, very pretty.
Her long train was held aloft by the Taffies of all ships, each having taken their duties with the utmost seriousness.
And completing the image was the man standing in as Father of the Bride: Admiral Goto.
Naka had seen Goto in uniform plenty of times. But she'd never seen him fully kitted out in his most formal of dress. How Kongou was keeping herself in check was beyond her ability to comprehend at the moment. Goto really knew how to clean up.
The image was just too perfect. It was more than she could have imagined and she was glad for that. The entire scene would have left her speechless if she hadn't already decided to keep quiet.
She was only slightly cognizant of a hand pushing her jaw shut. Had to be Minion.
Admiral Goto led Mutsu up the steps towards Richardson and the two men exchanged salutes before shaking hands. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying to each other, but whatever it was had made Mutsu's smile even brighter. Richardson's smile grew warmer as well. But it was hard to tell next to the radiance that was his bride.
Goto moved to take his seat while Mutsu and Richardson joined hands before SECNAV's avatar.
The man cleared his throat and all went silent. Even a pin dropping would have found a way to silence itself.
"Thank you, all of you gathered here today for this auspicious occasion."
He gestured to the bride and groom.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate this union between John Richardson and Mutsu. To make official, permanent, and eternal their love for one another."
"They have decided to face their burdens together. To share in all their triumphs, sorrows, victories and defeats together. They are as one. A whole in body and soul. Entrusting to each other their entire being with all of their strengths and weaknesses."
"This is an act of love that cannot be understated in its power and importance. A vow to one another before the whole of creation."
"John and Mutsu are here today to make that vow."
There was a pause and Naka blinked as the officiate grinned.
"A vow I have never before seen backed by naval rifles."
Naka snorted in a very unladylike manner. She was grateful she wasn't the only one as half the wedding party and some of the guests found it pretty amusing as well. Even Arizona was having difficulty keeping a straight face.
"We shall now begin the exchange of vows."
There was a silence as he gestured to the pair. A silence that dragged on for far too long.
Long enough for Hiei to deliver a swift kick to Richardson's rear.
"Thank you, Hiei." Mutsu giggled while Richardson worked to recompose himself.
"Anytime."
Richardson took in a deep breath and the amusement died down.
"Mutsu. I, John Alfred Richardson, do promise to take you as my wife, to love and to keep you. In good times. In bad times. And all the times in between. Now into forever as your husband. You are the flagship of my heart."
"John. I, Mutsu, vow to love and keep you. To be there through the harshest of storms and the calmest of seas. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that beyond the end of time. I take you as my husband, the one and only admiral of my heart."
They smiled warmly at each other.
"Will the ring bearer please present the rings?"
Jane took that as her cue and marched forward. Her short, dark hair bobbing in tune with each step.
Rather than take the offered rings, Richardson and Mutsu kneeled down to pull Jane into a hug. Mutsu placed a kiss on the little girl's head. Naka had to rub her eyes to keep the tears from falling. She would admit she wasn't immune to such a moving image.
When they separated, she could make out Mutsu sniffling with a smile. She was certain even the most stonefaced person would be doing the same.
With rings delivered, Jane made her way back to her seat next to Goto. Naka might not have been able to hear if any words were exchanged, but she quite clearly saw the admiral place a comforting hand on the child's shoulder. Jane smiled in response. Goto would definitely be making Kongou a very, very happy ship.
"Now then, are you ready?"
Bride and groom nodded resolutely.
"John, please repeat after me and place the ring on Mutsu's finger."
He nodded and took Mutsu's left hand.
"With this ring, I thee wed."
He smiled and spoke the words loud and clear. With one gentle and sure motion, he placed the ring upon Mutsu's finger.
"Mutsu."
Mutsu took Richardson's hand and spoke the same words. Her voice rang out for all to hear. Like her beloved, she placed the ring on his finger with the same motion of surety.
The officiate raised his hands and proclaimed to the gathered with a proud voice.
"In the name of SECNAV, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife." He took a deep breath and smiled. "To all present, I present to you John and Mutsu Richardson. You may now kiss the bride!"
The whole assembly burst into cheers as the admiral and battleship sealed their union with a kiss.
Naka felt herself cheering and clapping alongside everyone else. It was about time! Joyous laughter burst from her lips as she watched Mutsu abuse her strength to dip her new husband into an even deeper kiss. Oh, that was priceless!
The organist began playing something upbeat and cheery, prompting the wedding party to get a move on. There was a reception to go to after all. And the more time they spent cheering here was less time cheering there. Which was important because over there was where there was food and drink and less formal merriment.
Richardson and Mutsu locked arms and shared another kiss before walking up the aisle. Now with a very noticeable spring in their steps.
Right on their heels was Hiei and Nagato, the latter looking far more pleased than Naka had ever seen her.
Then came Jintsuu, Iberez, and Kawakaze, which had Naka actively trying to not laugh. Her sister wasn't the shortest ship out there. But next to this giant, she was positively diminutive! Kawakaze just made it even more funny. She'd be giving her a hard time about that later for certain.
Following them was Arizona and Hunter with Shimakaze in tow. Poor Hunter looked incredibly uncomfortable despite his best efforts to not look so. Maybe it was because of who he was walking with? Or because he was trying to not overtly catch the eye of a certain guest. Naka was far from blind.
After them was Norman and Jersey followed by Stryp and Kongou, each with their respective destroyer escorts in tow. She was convinced now that Jersey had been replaced by an alien. The Iowa-class was way, way too... not boisterously American for her comfort level. At least Kongou was normal, rapidly approaching Mutsu's level of unrestrained joy.
"...Now that's adorable."
"Hm?"
Naka pointed Minion towards Jane leading a formation of Taffies escorting Goto and SECNAV's representative up the aisle. It was too cute. Maybe even more cute since she was running high on the wave of emotions from the crowd.
"Okay, yes. I will concede that."
"Darn right you will!" She grabbed his wrist and laughed. "Come on, let's get to the reception. The night's just getting started!"
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ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
YES!!! IT'S HERE!!!
*Reads*
Wow...I don't think that could be any more perfect. Seriously, as much as I like the base KC anime, THIS entire fanfic (BB and ACL combined) should be made into an anime as well. It's that freakin' good.
Excellent job on the wedding! Can't wait for the reception!!!
Note: Naka/Minion in the works, perhaps?
*Reads*
Wow...I don't think that could be any more perfect. Seriously, as much as I like the base KC anime, THIS entire fanfic (BB and ACL combined) should be made into an anime as well. It's that freakin' good.
Excellent job on the wedding! Can't wait for the reception!!!
Note: Naka/Minion in the works, perhaps?
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Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Having been in two wedding processions, first ring bearer, then best man, it was perfect, Iron.
- Location
- Nowhere
It's about time. And it sure as hell was worth the wait. Good job, man. ^_^d
Also, one word: D'aaaaaawwwwww...
Also, one word: D'aaaaaawwwwww...
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- Pacific NW
And now the true debauchery can begin. Alcohol and shipgirls? That's a recipe for one crazy reception...
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
...Oh dear.
Thank ye very much! I had a lot of help on this one as well.
Iron is sloooow.
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- Location
- Nowhere
FTFY. Oh hell...
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- Nowhere
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- Location
- Nowhere
Kongo has to catch the bouquet. Kongo *has* to catch the bouquet.
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
Dude, Kongou doesn't have to catch the bouquet, the bouquet comes to her.
- Location
- Nowhere
MSSB, away!Dude, Kongou doesn't have to catch the bouquet, the bouquet comes to her.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Name them all and get a digital cookie.
Dude, Kongou doesn't have to catch the bouquet, the bouquet comes to her.
Kongou-Seeking Bouquets
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
I can't into names but I'll try.Name them all and get a digital cookie.
George Stryp = Strypgia
Thomas Iberez = 7734 (I think)
Daniel Norman = Dirtnap?
That's TavacIberez, but he, AFAIK, doesn't have account in SV. I think.
Are you sure MiniMu or Smolzona haven't eaten them yet?
There's also Stryp's wife, who is Lilith Prime.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
He's 7734 here on SV actually.
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
Considering shipgirl appetites and tolerances, if they didn't bring a distillery's worth of booze to the reception... this will happen in about 30 seconds.
Also, I have the headcanon that Ari is a teetotaler, not because of her normal personality, but because she has zero tolerance for alcohol, and is an incredibly happy drunk.. after one sip.
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- Pacific NW
Considering that when she did get drunk one time, she ended up giving a very thorough version of "The Talk" to the Taffies and any other shipgirls who were nearby listening.
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
Pennsylvania quietly looked over the reception from the corner she'd secluded herself in. Despite all her misgivings about... well EVERYTHING, since she'd come back, she had enough respect to at least maintain decorum until she could safely withdraw from the theatre. She casually panned over the crowd, watching for any threats, until she fixed her gaze on her sister.
Was that a champagne flute in her hand?
Cranking her sonar to max, she instantly focused on what she was saying across the reception hall.
"... Thank you Admiral, though I must admit, I don't recall ever being much of a drinker. Still this is a truly momentous occasion, so, 'To the lucky couple!'" as Ari raised her glass.
Time slowed to a crawl as Pennsy's shout of "Ari, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" was drowned out by the crowd's reply to her toast. Before she could begin to move, Arizona had already drained the glass. Looking around, Pennsy instantly focused on Jersey and began steaming to her at a speed that nearly had her boilers bursting.
"Commander, I'm sorry to intrude like this, but we need to get my sister out of here. RIGHT NOW."
"Pennsy, what the fuck are you talking about?" Jersey unleashed a mighty belch as she set down the empty bottle. "This party's just fucking started!"
"You don't understand. No one else knows this, but Ari has... never reacted well to alcohol. Thankfully, she's never remembered anything about it, else she'd probably scuttle herself."
"She's a violent drunk?"
"No, she's..." Pennsy was interrupted by an ear splitting "WOOHOOO!" coming from Arizona, grinning like a loon as she stood on a table, having managed to strip down to her underwear... which was most DEFINITELY not the modest rigging you'd expect from her.
Pennsylvania hung her head, "... a lewd one."
Was that a champagne flute in her hand?
Cranking her sonar to max, she instantly focused on what she was saying across the reception hall.
"... Thank you Admiral, though I must admit, I don't recall ever being much of a drinker. Still this is a truly momentous occasion, so, 'To the lucky couple!'" as Ari raised her glass.
Time slowed to a crawl as Pennsy's shout of "Ari, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" was drowned out by the crowd's reply to her toast. Before she could begin to move, Arizona had already drained the glass. Looking around, Pennsy instantly focused on Jersey and began steaming to her at a speed that nearly had her boilers bursting.
"Commander, I'm sorry to intrude like this, but we need to get my sister out of here. RIGHT NOW."
"Pennsy, what the fuck are you talking about?" Jersey unleashed a mighty belch as she set down the empty bottle. "This party's just fucking started!"
"You don't understand. No one else knows this, but Ari has... never reacted well to alcohol. Thankfully, she's never remembered anything about it, else she'd probably scuttle herself."
"She's a violent drunk?"
"No, she's..." Pennsy was interrupted by an ear splitting "WOOHOOO!" coming from Arizona, grinning like a loon as she stood on a table, having managed to strip down to her underwear... which was most DEFINITELY not the modest rigging you'd expect from her.
Pennsylvania hung her head, "... a lewd one."
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Pennsy being CIVIL? Wow. But then again, she was speaking to another American shipgirl. Or could this be a sign of peace and acceptance on the horizon?
Anyone else seeing her demanding someone Skype Crowning for her and her ending up a blubbering mess and telling him their previous convo doesn't mean crap and that she loves him deeply and wants to be with him?
Jersey: *to Crowning via Skype, drunk off ass* Heeyyy Doc College McSexy...howzit goin'?
Crowning: *uncertain, doesn't know what to make of DrunkJersey or his new nickname* Jersey, you're blitzed...how are you even still standing?
Jersey: Imma battleship! WOOO!
Crowning: *smiles* Yes, I know...what's up?
Jersey: Wish y'were here right now, Doc...I'd dance with ya.
Crowning: I'd be honored to share a dance with you, Jersey.
Jersey: *gives seductive look into the camera* What else y'wanna share with me, Doc?
Crowning: *raises eyebrow* Um, what?
Jersey: *giggles* C'mon Doc...I heard what Vestal told ya.
Crowning: *looks very uncomfortable now* Um... *laughs nervously* Jersey...
Jersey: *smiles sweetly* And you'd do that too, wouldn't ya? You'd marry me and knock me up in a heartbeat. *goes from seductive to teary-eyed in an instant* But no...I hadda go 'n fuck all that up 'cuz I can't make up my fuckin' mind! *Dissolves into tears*
Crowning: *looks like he wants to reach through the screen and hug her* Jersey...it's all right...I understand.
Jersey: *only cries harder* No! I went all insecure an' shit because I was scared an' so I told you it wasn't gonna work, when I really shoulda said 'Fuck me, marry me, and give me babies'! *Dissolves into tears again*
Crowning: *looks torn between comforting Jersey on here or trying to get on the next convoy to Japan so he can do it in person* Jersey...this really isn't the time to have this conversation. Once you sober up, call me and we'll talk. *Then smiles slightly* But if you want me to be honest, I'd give you all those things.
Jersey: *gazes into the screen and smiles drunkenly through her tears* R-Really?
Crowning: Sure.
Jersey: *smiles widely, and is suddenly back to DrunkJersey* YAAYYY! I'm gettin' married and knocked up! HELL YEAH! *grins into the camera* I love you, Doc College McSexy. *suddenly passes out face-first into the table*
Crowning: *startled* Um, Jersey...?
Naka: *leans into the screen and smiles; it was her laptop Jersey was using* Hi-hi! Naka-chan, idol of the fleet, desu~!
Crowning: *smiles* Hi, Naka...thanks for letting Jersey use your computer.
Naka: *giggles* No problem...I can't wait to cover the next shipgirl wedding!
Crowning: *nervous* Um, Naka...
Naka: *giggles* Oh, don't worry, Doc...I recorded this so Jersey can watch it later and be totally embarrassed. She can use my laptop to call you tomorrow when she's sober and then you two can finish your talk.
Crowning: *tries hard not to laugh, but it seems as though a weight's been lifted off his shoulders; it seems as though he has his Jersey back* Just don't let Musashi see this, whatever you do.
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