All we need now is Jane asking Jersey to wear that Tiara while going into combat and Naka can sail behind Jersey constantly putting out the English theme to Sailor Moon and watch her Oil-pressure skyrocket.
 
The battleship scoffed. "So… she's human, right?"

The Colonel apparently found that very funny. He almost choked on his drink before responding. "Yeah, human."

"Okay," Jersey sighed, and tried to figure how she'd phrase her next question. "If she's not a boat…" She lazily drew circles with the base of her bottle, "Why does she have pagodas?"

The colonel's response was to spit a mouthful of beer all over the tablecloth and howl with laughter.
The colonel's wife is human right?. Imagine a human girl thay rivals a shipgirl in beauty. A sight for sore eyes indeed. Go army!
 
Well... I did hear about tales from Iraq during the war where you had guys grabbing tank and artillery shells before trying to use a hammer and chisel to try and get the copper.
...What.

No, seriously. These guys living near a battlefield. Accident happens when collecting stuff? Forget his own IED? Sure, shit happens, but gotta feed family, somehow.

Separating shells component with chisel and hammer? BY LORD'S FORGIVENESS, WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE?!?!
 
...What.

No, seriously. These guys living near a battlefield. Accident happens when collecting stuff? Forget his own IED? Sure, shit happens, but gotta feed family, somehow.

Separating shells component with chisel and hammer? BY LORD'S FORGIVENESS, WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE?!?!
You would be amazed at the stupidity that some people will do for money. I'm a security guard and once I had to guard an area where some natural gas pipes were above ground until they got them secured... because they were worried people might bust them in an attempt to get at the copper.
 
By the way, everybody.

As you may or may not know, there's a Category 4 hurricane, Harvey, that's about to slam into the Texas coast, if it hasn't already. And it's headed right for Galveston and Houston. In other words, where Lexteen and Texas are anchored. I am worried about everyone in the path, but I'm also worried about Texas, who as you may recall, had a problem with a hull leak earlier this year.
 
...What.

No, seriously. These guys living near a battlefield. Accident happens when collecting stuff? Forget his own IED? Sure, shit happens, but gotta feed family, somehow.

Separating shells component with chisel and hammer? BY LORD'S FORGIVENESS, WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE?!?!
Not the worst I've seen.

Strype Story Time!

My first Iraq deployment, 2005. In May I was stationed at FOB Scunion, NW of Ba'Qubah, in Diyala province, NE of Baghdad. Across the highway from us was the much larger base for our brigade, FOB Warhorse. The local housing ran nearly up to our walls, so it was never very far to Iraqis houses and such. People lived quite close to us.

North of us, about an hour up the highway, was Camp Ashraf, what we called 'the MEK Compound', headquarters of the exiled People's Mujahedin of Iran. Because Saddam had been generous to them (since they were willing to shoot other Iranians for him), they had basically a mechanized division's worth of munitions on hand when we rolled up in 2003. We told them to just disarm, piling the weapons outside the wire of their camp, and stay put. So they did. Unfortunately, no one ever disposed of the piles, or ever guarded them, so they just sat there in the open, becoming a 'pick your part' free stockpile for local insurgents. They'd just drive up, fill their pickup truck with munitions, and drive off. But after a while, the weather scrubbed off a lot of identifying markers and such, so a lot of shells start to look the same when you're in a hurry to load up the truck before someone sees you and starts asking pointed questions.

One day, Abu Genius, aspiring jihadi IED-maker, runs out of artillery shells. He still has some mortar illumination flare rounds from his last run, but he's not sure they're useable as IED materials. So he decides to test one.

By shooting it with a rifle.

While he braces it with his foot.

I'm not sure what he expected to happen. But yes, the shell did go off.

As did most of his leg.

How do we know all this, you might ask? Oh, because of the best part!
So there Abu Genius is, lying in a blast crater, half his leg shredded, and wondering what went wrong. He's kind of bleeding. A lot. The closest place his friends can take him for urgent medical care?

FOB Warhorse, less than a kilometer away.

I don't know what story they told the gate guards, but they let him in, got the real story out of him while he was loopy from blood loss and painkillers, and cuffed him right on the gurney after the medics patched him up.

And as silly as this sounds, this is still not as bad as the story of Abu Butterfingers, and how he wiped out his entire IED cell.

To keep this BelaBatt related, just take this as a NSTIW story from my LTC expy. :)

(No Shit, There I Was, the traditional opening to a good war story.)
 
...Why nobody disposes the pile, though? Or do things like, y'know, buried them, at least?
I'm guessing because there was so much explodey crap sitting around in Saddam Hussein's many, many munitions dumps and Soviet-era stockpiles that securing it or even burying it all would be extremely labor-intensive, especially for the relatively lean-manned force that went into Iraq. Disposing of leftover artillery shells isn't exactly easy; it's the kind of work that takes specialists to do safely.

All we need now is Jane asking Jersey to wear that Tiara while going into combat and Naka can sail behind Jersey constantly putting out the English theme to Sailor Moon and watch her Oil-pressure skyrocket.
I have heard it commented that for a show where the English theme talks about never running from a fight, the gang did an awful lot of running away from the monster of the week, at least in some seasons.

So... I guess Jersey can at least live up to the incredibly teeth-gritting song as well or better than its own protagonist did? :p

So there Abu Genius is, lying in a blast crater, half his leg shredded, and wondering what went wrong. He's kind of bleeding. A lot. The closest place his friends can take him for urgent medical care?

FOB Warhorse, less than a kilometer away.

I don't know what story they told the gate guards, but they let him in, got the real story out of him while he was loopy from blood loss and painkillers, and cuffed him right on the gurney after the medics patched him up.

And as silly as this sounds, this is still not as bad as the story of Abu Butterfingers, and how he wiped out his entire IED cell.

To keep this BelaBatt related, just take this as a NSTIW story from my LTC expy. :)

(No Shit, There I Was, the traditional opening to a good war story.)
Dammit, colonel! Now we're going to have to put Jersey in drydock; she laughed her stern clean off!
 
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You would be amazed at the stupidity that some people will do for money. I'm a security guard and once I had to guard an area where some natural gas pipes were above ground until they got them secured... because they were worried people might bust them in an attempt to get at the copper.

Wasn't it back in something like '01 when some Georgians tried to salvage some old Russian RTGs they'd found and ended up killing themselves and contaminating a bunch of stuff with radiation?
 
There are many locations on the northern Siberian coast that are radioactive now. The Russians knew that lighthouses for the Arctic Ocean are necessary, but manned lighthouses up there, well no one wants to man those. So the Russians built a bunch of lighthouses with small nuclear powered generators to keep the lights on and the system worked as long as you sent someone by every four to six months to check on the generator and keep everything copacetic, then they left back to somewhere warmer. Well, during the Yeltsin years, there wasn't the money to send someone to look after them. And since the economy outside of the cities was even worse, any locals from the villages in proximity to these lighthouses began searching them for anything salvageable. This eventually included the lead protective shielding. :facepalm:
 
There are many locations on the northern Siberian coast that are radioactive now. The Russians knew that lighthouses for the Arctic Ocean are necessary, but manned lighthouses up there, well no one wants to man those. So the Russians built a bunch of lighthouses with small nuclear powered generators to keep the lights on and the system worked as long as you sent someone by every four to six months to check on the generator and keep everything copacetic, then they left back to somewhere warmer. Well, during the Yeltsin years, there wasn't the money to send someone to look after them. And since the economy outside of the cities was even worse, any locals from the villages in proximity to these lighthouses began searching them for anything salvageable. This eventually included the lead protective shielding. :facepalm:
This whole topic smacks of the old saw about two things being infinite and we're not so sure about the universe
 
That's the thing about a sophisticated civilization, whose weapons and tools are advanced and powerful and dangerous in unexpected ways.

If you make people desperate or reckless enough that they stop having an incentive to play by the rules when no one's watching, you get all kinds of "this is why we can't have nice things" stuff going on. They'll eat their own seed corn as an alternative to starving, they'll search for scrap metal in ways that endanger themselves, et cetera.

The Soviet Union, with its many flaws, was a sophisticated society that could build and maintain some pretty cool stuff. Those nuclear-powered lighthouses are the kind of idea I have a lot of respect for.

The Soviet system might mismanage things every time it turned around, but at least it could set aside and enforce rules for someone's idea of the long-term interests of the country. Like "no looting the lead shielding on the nuclear generator near your village" and maybe even "okay, let's make sure the locals don't feel like they need to loot the lead shielding on the nuclear generator near their village."

Replace that system with a kleptocrat's paradise run by the oligarchs for the oligarchs, while abandoning the peasants to their own devices, and it all falls apart in ways that are damned hard to repair or reverse.

You don't need pure, responsible stewards of the public good to administer a country successfully. A certain amount of self-interest isn't a problem among the elite. But when you look at a place like '90s Russia... Well, we see that it takes very little of that kind of absolute selfishness in positions of power, to begin destroying a society that was at least more or less functioning beforehand.
 
Jersey had forgotten how much she absolutely fucking despised wearing her dinner dress uniform. Her ruffled tuxedo-pleated blouse was too crisp and starched for her to move comfortably in, and even standing perfectly made the fabric annoyingly tight in all the wrong places. The collar was too snug to accommodate Jersey's prodigiously developed neck muscles, and the less said about her triceps the better. And it was fucking white too, which meant Jersey couldn't wear any of her usual antifouling-red bras.

Which would've been okay, if there was a single fucking bra anywhere in the entire goddamn country that actually fit her. The subs had tried their best, but 'fuckhuge amazon' just wasn't a size you could find in short notice. In desperation, she eventually settled for having Hiei bind them down with some white bandages. It looked right under her blouse, but it still bothered the battleship to no end. Not only did she feel the tension every time she took a breath, she'd just gotten her bunkers enlarged.

The suffering shifts! Now being Jersey is suffering!


At the very least, her outfit wasn't nearly as humiliatingly salacious as the goddamn tits-out thigh-high rig she wore during the war. She… would admit she picked the braless scoop-neck gown in the hopes that an 'ill timed' nipple slip might shock Admiral Halsey into directing his undying love towards her instead of Enterprise—or at least making him acknowledge her presence. But how in the flying fuck had she ever thought garter-belted thigh-highs and a dress slit up to her ribs was a good idea?
Arizona: You wore WHAT?!?! *cue prude rage!*

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As you may or may not know, there's a Category 4 hurricane, Harvey, that's about to slam into the Texas coast, if it hasn't already. And it's headed right for Galveston and Houston. In other words, where Lexteen and Texas are anchored. I am worried about everyone in the path, but I'm also worried about Texas, who as you may recall, had a problem with a hull leak earlier this year.

"Hurricane's and ship hulls don't mix." ~ Drum
 
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Jersey needs to get some tattoos, doesn't she.
But she already *has* them! A tramp-stamp of her name, hull numbers on her hips, and draft/plimsoll marks on her waist! :lol

Now... does anyone know where I could get tattoo needles that can go through several inches of Special-treatment steel?
Just talk SECNAV into authorizing special hull markings for her, and they'll magically appear at her next drydocking (shower).

When an EOD tech starts running, they outrank anyone. And I've seen EODs in action, because a pair of good ol' boys picked up an unidentified piece of debris from the side of the highway around here, which is a bad idea because there are signs every few feet for literally miles on Highways 82 and 70 that say 'unexploded ordinance.' And drove into town with it! People have died picking up crap off the side of the road here.

Yuudachi: Poi, nyan!

I've heard worse. Like the guy who found an old explosive cannonball and decided that he wanted it as an ornament. So he brought it home, brought out a drill, and began to drill through the fuse so he could empty it of what he assumed as gunk that was no longer explosive...
Reminds me of something that apparently resulted in an organized EOD cleanup at White Sands a few years back. See, there's certain desert rats who are actually authorized by the Army to go onto certain parts of the range and collect debris for salvage--they tend to be knowledgeable about what's safe to handle and what's not, and it saves the military the cost of having EOD people do "environmental remediation" by removing all the splinters and such. Well, one time, one of these guys was out and found what he recognized as a WW1-era mortar round. He knew how to handle it safely, so he picked it up... and it went "*slosh*".

Knowing the sort of shit that we were using in World War One, he very quickly--but very carefully--set it back down and called in the EODs to deal with it, and, sure enough, it was a phosgene shell that had failed to detonate on impact and was still very much full of what was still very deadly chemical agent... after that, they realized they really needed to clean up the old range areas that were no longer in use, just to make sure nobody else found a surprise like that.

Eh, it's not so bad. That's just her aft outer torpedo tube doors, they're basically just sheetmetal and aren't actually watertight. Now, if it had been one of the WATERTIGHT hatches that was removed...
 
It's been spread far and wide. Considering the amount of fanart.

(That I still have none of :V )


Now, if a Sara prem (CC or 8-inch armed CV) is put in the game...and the bully spreads...

Then I'd be worried. >.>
 
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