Imo, less a counterattack and more a merciless hunt.I suppose Richardson will have to put the honeymoon on hold while he plans the counter attack.
Imo, less a counterattack and more a merciless hunt.I suppose Richardson will have to put the honeymoon on hold while he plans the counter attack.
^^ As many ships as can be spared will hunt down Abysmark and sink her. Extra points if the Brits join in.
Wrong side of the US for British shipgirls to feasibly show.^^ As many ships as can be spared will hunt down Abysmark and sink her. Extra points if the Brits join in.
Worst case scenario, they can stick her on a C-5 and fly across Mexico. She won't like it, but if she's angry enough she might be able to tolerate it.Wouldn't be surprised if Hood shows her face. I think she can fit through the Canal...
Actually, I have no idea. But if she can, hey. Getting to the Pacific to get her revenge on Abbyssmarck is viable.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12620958/1/Grieving-for-the-Past
I c wut u did ther.
Would you believe that was unintentional? (Because it was).
Ehh. It still works.
...once again, Hood has been back. Since my very first Eurobote omake. The very first.
JMP has even written her. >.<
Yes, my speculation was on whether she makes her way from the UK all the way to the Pacific to join the hunt.
I get the feeling that Jintsuu doesn't agree with Frost on the subject of how the world ends, I suspect her rage to be a cold, calculated, precision strike as opposed to a multi kiloton explosion.
Bah, it's not made from real Naka! Someone find me a large blender!
Guess we made the smolsub put them back?a small doll of Admiral Richardson wearing inexplicably soggy pants
Good gravy, smol prudebote is even more prude than the original. Can't even let Jersey say 'damn'? She's going to go into shock the first time some Senior Chief goes off near her."Zona!" A very small standard battleship perched behind Jersey's hated tiara smacked her right between the hair tufts.
"Okay!" Jersey winced. Arizona's miniature image might be tiny, but she packed a hell of a right hook. "A pretty gosh-darn good cake. Better?"
For a while, the small standard said nothing. Then at long last a half-hearted "…zona." slipped through her tiny lips.
Annnnnd the war catches up right in the middle of the reception. Ouch."Um," The sailor bit his lip. "No, ma'am. It's… We got a message for you." He handed her a damp piece of paper. "Forwarded from Pearl."
Well... Jane is about.Good gravy, smol prudebote is even more prude than the original. Can't even let Jersey say 'damn'? She's going to go into shock the first time some Senior Chief goes off near her.
Jane: I've grown up around sailors, I've heard far worse.
Like the 13 "bad" words?