Well, we just had the first known shipgirl casualties of the war. I expect a lot of things to be named in their honor. Also, am I the only one seriously grossed out by the Abyssal birthing thing?
I wasn't particularly bothered, nothing worse than what tiger sharks or hyenas do (the cannibalism and ripping out of the womb, respectively). Didn't even feature the baby eating it's way out of a corpse or anything near the what the fuck a Sumatran Toad has.
 
I for one am impressed by this. (I won't say I like it, but I consider it a very well-written chapter.)

It is also something this story badly needed. Supposedly this story is about the Abyssal war and how it's this life and death struggle but everything we've actually seen on-screen is the Kanmusu curb-stomping the Abyssal.

The fight against the Northern Princess highlights this, she's a powerful combatant in her own right with several BBs in escort, and the only major (near-sinking) injury is to one DD with no one actually sunk?

The action/fight scenes have actually been feeling almost like Saturday Morning Cartoons in how one-sided and how little lasting impact they actually have going forward, but that doesn't really fit the more dramatic/slightly dark tone the story seem to trying to go for. (Descriptions we get of how bad off the world is, the nightmare fuel that is the Aybssals, sinking Mo's steel-hull by the wolf pack.)

So yes, if you are in a world-spanning war and actually want to tell a dramatic war story, not a 80's action movie war story, you need to see stuff like the last update.

That would also be what I consider to be this story's weakpoint, it's not one story, it's four stories with very different themes (and tones) being told through alternative chapters.

1) 80's action movie. Jersey and all the actual battles she's participating in.
2) Dramatic (and a little dark) war movie. All the off-screen war related stuff we hear about, Mo's steel hull sinking, this last chapter.
3) Romantic Slice-of-Life soap opera/comedy. Pretty much all the on-base stuff, Jane, the weddings, etc.
4) Eldritch horror. The nature of the Abyssal themselves and their PoV's such as the start of last chapter.

Any of those could pretty much have stood alone as its own story and everything that's being written is well written and holds together, but if you are following this story for Jane and family hijinks, opening the alert to read the last chapter is jarring because it isn't what you were hoping for. (Regardless of how well executed a chapter it is.)

Anyways, as for the last chapter itself, as heart-wrenching as what we actually saw on-screen was, what it tells us about the state of the world is even more interesting. Notably that Pearl Harbor and the seas around it towards the continental US are generally secure enough that they can run convoys without worrying about a heavy Abyssal presence, presumably because with the death of the Northern Princess, the Abyssal fleets in the Pacific have been noticeably weakened. (Which also brings up the issue of the Bismark being in the pacific ocean in the first place, I would have expected her in the atlantic ocean? Although these aren't the first German ships we've seen in the pacific.)

But also the fact that this gives us some insight into how the war is perceived and how Shipgirls think. Notably that this isn't a total war like WWII was where "acceptable losses" were a thing, it is a "modern" war where no casualties are acceptable and even if you lose due to forces outside your control you are going to get blamed for it. (Maya doesn't comment on orders that she should be abandoning the convoy in this situation.) Regardless of the fact it may have been the correct decision from a command math perspective, had Maya abandoned the convoy, the reception she got at Pearl Harbor would have been very telling here on how the civilian population see the Abyssal war. We won't see this now, but still probably will get hints of it when Murakumo and the convoy arrive.

It also gives us insight into Shipgirls, and the fact that (generally) they came back to protect (more USA) or for honor (more IJN) and neither of those purposes would allow Maya to abandon the convoy, it just isn't something she could fathom doing. How Murakumo responds after this will provide further insight into just what motivates Shipgirls (at least Japanese ones) in general.

Still reading and waiting for the next update, I am enjoying the read.

D.
 
but everything we've actually seen on-screen is the Kanmusu curb-stomping the Abyssal.
Not quite everything. Remember that Alaska, Atago, and at least one other heavy cruiser got mauled by Abyssal!CCSara (if I recall the exact Abyssal correctly anyway) and had to disengage, they were only saved by a surprise self-summoning from Texas. Or in one of Ari's initial sorties where Abyssal!Tosa wrecked Hiei and got away mostly scot-free.
 
Not quite everything. Remember that Alaska, Atago, and at least one other heavy cruiser got mauled by Abyssal!CCSara (if I recall the exact Abyssal correctly anyway) and had to disengage, they were only saved by a surprise self-summoning from Texas. Or in one of Ari's initial sorties where Abyssal!Tosa wrecked Hiei and got away mostly scot-free.
Don't forget the battle where Shinano had to save Ryujo and Junyo where all three took heavy damage and nearly sank.
 
I do wonder if the War continues on for long enough will we see some early Cold War shipgirls?
 
That still highlights my point though, there's always something that saves the day. For how dire a war the world is supposed to be enveloped in, we don't see it.

There have only been 3 majorly damaged ships on screen. Heerman, Hiei, and now Maya. (Major damage being knocked out really.) Even Shinnano and the Tokyo attack didn't feel like they were in danger of sinking (dying). Torn up and hurt (and combat ineffective)? Yes. Sinking? No.

Early in the last chapter when Maya started talking about the rain blocking radar, I was seeing a setup for Maya and Sendai winning the day and getting out of there alive. I didn't expect JMPer to actually carry through because up until now it hasn't been that kind of story so I was expecting more of the same.

Now, to me the fact that JMPer actually went there is a good thing, both in terms of getting away from the 80's action movie feel, but also because (I hope) it means the story is starting to shift into gear for the end-game arc where it's going to be a more dramatic war movie feel as we see more Abyssal Princesses involved in the battles. (And the battles get bigger.)

D.
 
You are using a different definition of heavily damage then I am, it's what I tried to convey with the "(Major damage being knocked out really.)" in brackets. Knocked out in the human term of being unconscious.

Ryuujo and Junyou were badly damaged and their decks were out of action, but their lower hulls and machinery spaces were all intact so there was no danger of them sinking. (Shinano mostly the same, although she could still launch.)

Alaska's battle is another example of being saved "just in time", she (and her fleet) took a lot of damage and they were limping along at slow speeds, but there is no indication that the damage they took before Texas arriving was sufficient to threaten them with sinking. A long time in the repair dock yes, but not being sunk. (Admittedly they weren't far off when Texas arrived.)

It's what I'm trying to say when I use the term "Saturday Morning Cartoon" or "80's action movie" feel, there is going to be a reason the good guy gets away without any lasting effects (once the damage is repaired).

Then the last chapter happens and it seems we are moving towards a more dramatic war movie feel (Band of Brothers type maybe?) and to me this is a good thing. (Opinions will vary I expect.)

Note that I'm not objecting to battle scenes with Jersey in them being won with little to no damage, she is the strongest (arguably) BB ever built and the battles can be carried on that basis.

But if you are going to have the Abyssal war threaten humanity, you have to threaten humanity.

D.
 
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Omake: Something Something NTR
Have an omake.

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The cooling off evening air does little to cool off my temper as I walk out of the reception hall in a huff. It took me a few minutes to realize, but Pennsylvania had essentially turned my evening into an NTR plot. Except there was no amorous intent from her. She wouldn't be caught dead sleeping with someone Japanese, anyway.

The bitch didn't even give me time to exchange phone numbers with the woman who turned out to be surprisingly wonderful.

"Shit." I mutter. The two are long gone, and I have no idea where the Wolf's patrol route will take her.

I have some time to find her, though. My boat needed repairs from an afternoon of dealing with enemy destroyers. Thankfully we nailed one of them and the rest ran out of depth charges.

I scroll through my phone. A selfie is the most recent picture, her and I smiling, having a genuinely good time. Those canines of hers are admittedly rather sharp-looking. Appropriate given her moniker. But she was no doubt just as upset about this, too.

I pocket my phone, my hand briefly brushing against the little foil wrapper in there, just in case I ended up going home with someone.

"Guess I won't be needing that, either." I sigh.

I couldn't just leave her like that. BB-38 was likely to have a very bad time if I couldn't get into contact with Ashigara. The woman had a rough time, from what I heard. She deserves better than to mope in her room, alone.

And she was beautiful. That soft, wavy brown hair framing her well-defined features. Her dress even flaunted her curves, generous, but not quite to the level of Atago, which I doubted anyone could really match with the possible exception of New Jersey. She was perfection given the form of a cruiser-turned-woman. Even her laugh had me desiring more, even if it sounded kinda creepy, much like a death goddess coming for one's soul.

The sun had gone down, retreating westward. The day's light was fading rapidly, and soon I'd be making my way towards my room before eventually returning to the Washington once repairs, resupply, and maintenance were done. I also heard that Seawolf had been recently deployed here, her 8 torpedo tubes proving useful in actually hitting stuff, even if six or seven more $3 million ADCAPs missed. This war was fucking expensive to wage. It was clear that Shipgirls would be a not-insignificant part of the future after this. All you needed was about $1,000 worth of food, give or take, and a battleship or a carrier could sortie for a week or two.

Which meant that I'd need a pretty hefty food budget if I ended up re-establishing contact with Ashigara. She'd probably like it back home. Plenty of nice, locally-owned places to eat, plus the West Side Market if she wanted something exotic. Of course, I had no idea if they could go inland or not. They walked around bases and the nearby towns just fine, but what if they ended up moving in with someone who lived in, say, Buffalo, Wyoming? Or Joplin, Missouri? In the latter case, it means plenty of shiny new houses and stores, and in the former, the snow-capped peaks of the Bighorns. But would it adversely affect their health?

Indeed, it brought my mind back to what would happen should things happen and I have to introduce her to my family. My sister continued to be in denial that these girls and women were a thing. My mom sure as hell doesn't expect me to bring home a War Bride. My grandma… the less said about her, the better. And unfortunately, it was starting to look like I'd have to comb through Facebook, her stomping ground, to find a lead. Or maybe I could just find her email. Probably a misuse, but it's better than nothing.

I sigh. It was so wonderful to see her so happy. Something in me stirred up, and I can't help but wonder if the so-called 'Red String' has tied me with her. I never believed in fate, and yet it felt like something was trying to draw Ashigara and I together. All while my family back home seemed to be drifting apart.

A small irony, I suppose.

A faint feeling of smug wafts through the air. I turn my head and catch a glimpse of that Army Colonel being dragged off by an admittedly very top-heavy redhead and Chikuma. At least one of us is in for a fun time. His pelvis is probably doomed, though. But I can imagine him weakly giving a thumbs-up to both women after the deed is done before passing out from exhaustion and pain.

I look out towards the sea and sigh. Pennsy's surprise kept me from making a move that would at least ensure another chance. To be denied something one wants, whether that be as simple as a kill worked hard for in a video game or a shot at love such as this, is one of the worst feelings ever. But a few flashes of a light catch my eye. Long and short. Morse Code.

'Help… me… I… cannot… be… denied… victory…'

I reach out, even if I know that I'll never feel her skin or the fabric of her dress. A few tears well up before I rub them away. Ashigara may have had a reputation for desperation, and yet she was so wonderful. Easy to make her laugh, good at conversation, and a hell of a figure to top it off. Why nobody wanted her, I had no clue. Maybe she's overbearing, but I've dealt with those kinds of people. Perhaps she had unconventional interests, but I could work with those.

I quickly take out my phone and flash a message back using the flashlight function, and I pray she sees it.

'Wish… I… could. Would… have… loved… to… keep… going… with… you.'

I can suddenly hear Pennsylvania yelling furiously about OPSEC and radio silence from here. Guess the two were closer to me than I thought.

There's nothing else I can really do from this point. I turn around and slowly walk away. At least she knows I would have been willing to give her a chance. But I have time to find her, if only a somewhat brief window of a week or two before my boat is ready to go again.

At least submarine patrols were relatively safe, provided one didn't fuck up. Compared to the surface fleet, the Silent Service took relatively fewer losses, but made up for it in inability to do its job. So as long as we didn't run too afoul of enemy destroyers or MPAs, I'd be fine. But I simply keep going, looking over my shoulder one last time.

I pull up Google and start my search there. If she had any social media profiles, they'd be among the first results, hopefully. A news story pops up, of when she first returned.

And yet something stops me. A sense of wrongness somewhere out there. As if something big has reared its ugly head and someone is about to do something very stupid.

"Please be safe…"
 
A faint feeling of smug wafts through the air. I turn my head and catch a glimpse of that Army Colonel being dragged off by an admittedly very top-heavy redhead and Chikuma. At least one of us is in for a fun time. His pelvis is probably doomed, though. But I can imagine him weakly giving a thumbs-up to both women after the deed is done before passing out from exhaustion and pain.

No fear! This is what endurance training is for!

Hope our Hungry Wolf gets another shot later. At least he's looking for her on Facebook.
 
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Something tells me our Hungry Wolf will get that second shot later.

Anyone wanna bet Ashigara will take a page from Kongo's book and go for the Flying Tackle hug when they meet up again?
 
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And yet something stops me. A sense of wrongness somewhere out there. As if something big has reared its ugly head and someone is about to do something very stupid.

"Please be safe…"

That's when one of the more mature destroyers / light cruisers, just strolling by, innocently asks why you didn't signal the wolf your phone number or email address instead.

The facepalm could be heard all the way back to the reception hall.
 
He's a sonarman... they're... different.

It could be worse- ASuW helicopter sonobuyman. There's something special about a man who's mission is to stare through the abyss with a long metal probe and dwelve the murky depth for the illusive goblins...

...while his door-gunner is frantically firing the M60 and they're dropping ADCAPS on the Romeo that just surfaced fifty feet away.
 
It could be worse- ASuW helicopter sonobuyman. There's something special about a man who's mission is to stare through the abyss with a long metal probe and dwelve the murky depth for the illusive goblins...

...while his door-gunner is frantically firing the M60 and they're dropping ADCAPS on the Romeo that just surfaced fifty feet away.

Isn't the MAKO our air-dropped torp these days?
 
Rest well Sendai and Maya o7

Abyssals...let me introduce you to their replacements. :evil:



Other dragons shown to scale.
 
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Hey still blocked on story?
Also, I'd love to see you write one of Kongo and Avers's nights alone... :3
I'm getting some more ideas for it, but I think I'll have time to write here soon. Tried reentering the workforce recently and today my back told me in Stone Cold's voice, "EHH-EHH!"

As to MA-rated Avers/Kongo...I might try an omake, but it'd probably have to be posted on a different site. When I write I tend to be...descriptive. I've got an HP fic I'm also writing (even slower than GTII) that will probably never be able to be posted on FF.net due to the 'descriptiveness' of the MA stuff. (What can I say? I'm inspired by Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger. :D)

That was the intention, yes.
I noticed something else with that scene, too. 'Northern Queen'? Might this be Abysspitz (Abyssal Tirpitz)?
 
@LadyPearl. To be fair the British figured they could just force HM Treasury to release funds to buy Harpoons in wartime since the Treasury will only give the military to buy things under emergency.

It could be worse- ASuW helicopter sonobuyman. There's something special about a man who's mission is to stare through the abyss with a long metal probe and dwelve the murky depth for the illusive goblins...

...while his door-gunner is frantically firing the M60 and they're dropping ADCAPS on the Romeo that just surfaced fifty feet away.

Isn't the MAKO our air-dropped torp these days?


I feel I should still point out that John McClane gunner sank that SSGN with a minigun, not an M60, and that the GPMG of choice is the M240 (based FN MAG, blessed be it), and that ADCAP cannot be air dropped, and that the USN is still running a mix of Mk 46, Mk 50 and Mk 54 lightweight torps for use on DDG self defense triple tubes and ASW Seahawks. At some point everything will go to Mk 54, but for now it'd just too expensive to do a wholescale replacement.
 
That still highlights my point though, there's always something that saves the day. For how dire a war the world is supposed to be enveloped in, we don't see it.
Well, yeah. Given what the interludes with Saratoga seem to indicate, the forces that govern the release of the kanmusu by the ancient gods of the seas seem to have a flair for the dramatic. Particularly for the American ships, who are much more picky in their summons. They're most responsive to need, rather than being easily called upon by commands from a ruler.

More to the point, their exploits are a self-sustaining cycle. Successful combat with limited damage and losses, such as that which has been the prevalent scenario since Jersey's summoning, results in more 'worth' and more available tonnage to summon. That new tonnage makes the fights easier and safer, thus resulting in less damage and lower losses. Which, in-turn, increase the tonnage summonable, and thus the cycle perpetuates.

Of course, I suspect that the entire world lost enough tonnage that the Abyssals have a LOT of worth burning holes in their pockets, which things like the Ice Princess are a result of. I mean, they sunk the entire Chinese Navy, not to mention some of the other naval power's major losses. It's probably also why they seem to have a lot more in the way of aircraft carriers.
 
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