Yeah, attempting a summoning at Verdun would probably go about as well as, say, trying in Auschwitz. One can only pray that nothing is stupid enough to try.
I mean, in some areas of the Red Zone, recent soil samples have been measured at 17% arsenic. That's not counting contamination from lead, mercury and chlorine/phosgene UXOs.
You might summon something, but it sure as hell won't be friendly.
I'll admit that I personally have considered bringing in Acadia as she is my favorite ship and her being afloat is not an issue as she reached 100 years in 2013 and I've used her elsewhere. Issue is that her displacement means in BelBatt she would come back as an animal, despite over fifty years continuous service to Canada (she started in September 1913 and was retired in November 1969 having served in the RCN in both World Wars, surviving the Halifax Explosion, and things like evacuating two villages threatened by wild fires and rescuing people from airplane crashes).
Besides her... there's not a whole lot who stand out, especially when talking about ones who can come back as shipgirls. Nabob and Puncher, despite being in the RN had mostly Canadian crews. Uganda/Quebec has the whole near mutiny issue, Bonaventure despite her construction mostly being in WWII was not fully launched and commissioned until the 1950s (disregarding the issue with Carriers in-fic, which also means that Magnificent and Warrior are also out). Rainbow and Niobe would be the oldest possible ones being our first ships, but they were old even in WWI. Our CC class Submarines were interesting because, um... we sort of pulled a stunt that would leave a Subthief in some awe (long story short, the Province of British Columbia paid for their construction in the US and we snuck them out of their slips in the middle of the night right before US authorities came to seize them due to the new law that the US was not going to sell to either side in WWI). Though speaking of Submarines, there was U-190 and U-889 who surrendered to Canada and then were commissioned into the RCN, so they could pull the same stunt as Eugen.
Perhaps HMCS Ontario? She was a Minotaur class cruiser, in fact, she would have been THE HMS Minotaur before she was bought by Canada while she was under construction. Her career wasn't very interesting, but perhaps she could turn that around when she becomes a shipgirl?
Perhaps HMCS Ontario? She was a Minotaur class cruiser, in fact, she would have been THE HMS Minotaur before she was bought by Canada while she was under construction. Her career wasn't very interesting, but perhaps she could turn that around when she becomes a shipgirl?
Well, there was also the Prince sisters as well. Three ships ordered specifically to be able to converted to Auxiliary Cruisers and were, for a time, the only real ships we had in the Pacific. They were even placed under American Command for the Aleutian Campaigns and except for a bit of history might have come up against some of the IJN heavy hitters (one of the islands that they were performing patrols near was also the destination for a group of IJN ships including Mushashi herself that were sent out to support the Japanese garrison that were there... but the island fell before they got close and they turned back). They also stared in a WWII movie called "Commandoes Strike At Dawn".
Omake- Things to do in NAVSTA Everett when you're TDY
"Commander?"
How the hell is a 5"/38 DP going to replace the Independence class's bow mounted 57mm? Have they lost their minds?
"Commander?"
A Freedom class would be a better place for that, He mused. Mount a pair of dual 5"/38 DPs and some additional AA and you might get a decent Fletcher analogue out it. The Independence class is more suited to being a torpedo boat…
"SIR!"
Ichiro looked up from his desk in one of the open offices at the Headquarters building at the Petty Officer 1st Class that stood at the door. She was dressed in the standard BDU, a tablet PC in her arms, and wore the expression of a long suffering, often neglected, NCO of the United Stated Navy.
"Something I can do for you Sailor?"
"Just checking in on you sir," She replied. "It is kind of late."
"Just finishing up some work," He replied, focusing on her rank, taking note of her rating. "Yeoman?"
"Petty Officer Jennifer Bowers sir," She replied. "I have just been assigned as Commander New Jersey's Yeoman."
"Ah. I do not envy your job Yeoman, not especially after 'The Tweet Hear 'round the World'." Ichiro took a drink.
"Things have been quiet since Naka started policing her tweets. Musashi's as well." Jennifer replied. "Oh, Lt. St. Lo has been looking for you."
"St. Lo?" Ichiro frowned, then remembered the little escort carrier sortied out of Everett for convoy duties. "Was there a particular reason the Lieutenant was looking for me?"
"Personally I think it a bit of hero worship sir, with you being a Top Gun graduate and all." She replied. "It may also be in relation to your actions during the loss of Carrier Strike Group 2."
He blinked.
"Avenger Actual, this is Pride Lead. We are approaching the last known coordinates of the Emma Maersk."
"Roger Pride Lead. Be advised Super Fudd and two MH-60Rs on station."
"Eyes on target," 'Bad' replied. "We have a lot of debris on site Avenger, and…what the hell is that?"
"Sir?"
Ichiro leaned back in his chair. "Just a…memory."
She entered the small office to stand by his desk. "Are you sure Commander? You blanked out for a moment and-"
Her eyes fell on the small sketchbook.
"Is that?"
"What attacked the Bush?" Ichiro sighed. "Yes."
"It looks…sad?"
"You would forgive me if my memory of that is…fuzzy."
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't realize-"
Ichiro froze.
"Gettysburg Actual to all ships. Intermittent contacts bearing 231 degrees. Can anyone confirm?"
"Truxtun Actual to all ships, possible sonar contacts bearing 087 degrees."
"Avenger Actual to all ships, sound general quarters. Scramble all birds, repeat, scram-"
"Pride Lead to all Lions, Fangs OUT!"
"Anzio Actual to all stations. Avenger is down, repeat, Avenger is down! We are taking fire from hostile contacts bearing 240 degrees! Contact have some sort of stea-"
Jennifer leaned to the side uncomfortably as the Commander seemed to drift off. It was a look she had encountered many times in dealing with some of the veterans in the past, and the 'Blood Week' as it has been called only made matters worse. She knew his story.
Everyone knew his story.
One of only seventy-eight survivors of Carrier Strike Group Two in the opening hours of the Abyssal War, who managed to shoot down six enemy aircraft during the battle that saw the destruction of the USS George H.W. Bush, who lost his lower leg and foot after having to ditch his fighter, presumably to one of those monstrous 'Imp' class destroyers. He spent three days in the water until a friendly ship was able to recover him and the rest of the survivors. It was the largest naval disaster since Pearl, only overmatched by the total loss of the PLAN.
And it left wounds. There wasn't a sailor on base who hasn't been affected by the war, who hasn't lost someone, or survived a battle. Even the shipgirls suffered, and while some managed to handle it better than others, the brass recruited a lot of shrinks to help ease some of the pain. While he wasn't formally attached to Adm. William's command, she did manage to peak at his service record and history. She knew he still had family in Japan, his parents and a sister. His mother an American agricultural researcher who had been working to improve crop yields and his father a farmer with a rather storied family history. They were contributing to the war effort in their own way, his sister enlisted in the JMSDF and was currently serving onboard the JMSDFS Hatsuyuki defending northern Japan from the Ominato Fleet Base.
She needed to change the subject.
"Commander?" She projected.
He blinked, then focused on her.
"If you don't mind me asking Commander, what Kanmusu do you think we should try to summon next?"
"The Des Moines sisters," Ichiro replied. "If Crowning was correct in his theories about battleships being the 'Queens of the Sea' regaining their title, then the Des Moines must be the Princesses."
"Your reasoning sir?"
"They were designed to fight in World War II, and while three of the sisters were built and served, only CA-148 ever saw action in Vietnam. They were gunfighters...and we are in the middle of a gunfighter war. Then again, maybe we'll get lucky and 'find' a warehouse full of 8" autoloaders like the Army 'found' a truckload of Norden bombsights."
"You mean the rumors were true?"
"About the bombsights? The Army found them right after the war started. They've been sitting on them until the JCS ordered them turned over to the Chair Force right before I left Philly. Last I heard they were going to try refitting some of the 'Glass Nose' B-52s with those sights."
"I can think of a few places that could use seventy thousand pounds of freedom delivered."
"That's the Chair Force's deal. Right now supporting Kanmusu operations takes precedence, and that means getting these refits approved and implemented for the fleet."
"Yes sir," Bowers replied. "If I may ask what you have planned?"
"We can get a decent analogue of the old 5"/38s in single and dual mounts manufactured right now. The problem is that someone had a wild hair about sticking a 5"/38 on an Independence class in place of the 57mm."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Indeed. The Independence is more suited for a torpedo and support frigate role than a gun platform. The Freedom class is more suited to being refitted with a pair of dual 5"/38s in a bow and aft configuration since the Freedom is a thousand tons heavier than a Fletcher."
"And this is going to be happening at Pearl?"
"The USS Jackson is on her way to Pearl. With Pearl being fully reactivated for the duration, that is where we start, although any real changes will be made at the yards stateside. Once the Kanmusu support modules are finalized we can see about making further changes to the LCS program."
I didn't see the 'Figma' portion, nor the stand at first...my first impression was, "Ooh, Minishima!"
"Mic check! One, two!"
"Shima~! Shima, Shima~!"
*Crowning is sitting in the mess hall, eating lunch when he notices a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns to see Minishima standing on the table looking at him. Crowning: Hello there...who do you belong to? Minishima: Shima~. Crowning: Ah, I see. *Pushes a piece of kiwi fruit off his plate and onto a napkin* Hungry? Minishima: *looks at him with adoration* Shima...~ *grabs the piece of fruit and chows down*