SeaSirocco
Formerly 'Sanae Aran' / Aspiring Artist
- Location
- The Seaside
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The chicken having Zuikaku's twin tails is priceless.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
The chicken having Zuikaku's twin tails is priceless.
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
You know with this particular lineup of battleships, save for swapping Nagato with Mutsu... I wonder if any of them could keep it together if Jane was the one using the rubber chicken on them.
All that would need to happen is a marine to give Jane the idea... and the chicken, and maybe a camera to record the whole thing too.
:lol
- Location
- I thought you had the map?
All that would need to happen is a marine to give Jane the idea... and the chicken, and maybe a camera to record the whole thing too.
Nagato: Keeps her stoic calm until Jane pouts and leaves, then runs frantically to her hamster's cage.
Hiei: Produces another chicken seemingly from nowhere and engages Jane in a rubber chicken battle.
Arizona: Does nothing for several seconds, and then quickly grabs for Jane and tickles her mercilessly.
Pennsylvania: Stands quietly, trying to decide if she should get pissed off or remain quiet for Ari's sake.
Pennsy would not flip out on Jane, for the simple reason that she knows Ari would not forgive her for it.
... the marine who supplied the idea and the rubber chicken on the other other hand. well he would be fair game methinks
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
You know with this particular lineup of battleships, save for swapping Nagato with Mutsu... I wonder if any of them could keep it together if Jane was the one using the rubber chicken on them.
All that would need to happen is a marine to give Jane the idea... and the chicken, and maybe a camera to record the whole thing too.
This could be amazingly funny.
- Location
- Nowhere
Even better is that they're taped on.
Though honestly, the third iteration of this (this one is the second--the destroyers cackling at the end were the victims in the first iteration) is probably the best, because MSSB has kicked in and the chicken is now capable of operating like a fully rigged puppet, moving its head and neck and beak to best comedic effect for torturing testees. :lol
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
Indeed. Even more so if there was Stepping stools around the battleships so she could be at or near eye level with them. Triplely so if Jane has borrowed her dad's hat for the stunt.
:lolOh and John is the one recording the whole thing. He's gotta try to not laugh too
- Location
- I thought you had the map?
Oh, his goose is cooked...or rather, his chicken.
Indeed. Even more so if there was Stepping stools around the battleships so she could be at or near eye level with them. Triplely so if Jane has borrowed her dad's hat for the stunt.
Oh and John is the one recording the whole thing. He's gotta try to not laugh too
Ari: Why are you hiding behind the camera while your daughter does this, John? Are you...chicken?
John: ...
Jane: Ari-mama?
Ari: Yes, sweetie?
Jane: That was terrible.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Ari: I suppose it was rather... fowl, of me.
*Mutsu is pounding the wall trying not to laugh*
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Sky, I think Sara is going to need comforting:
- Location
- Nowhere
Man... we're suddenly finding the kitchen sink... I love it.Sky, I think Sara is going to need comforting:
- Location
- I thought you had the map?
For all of five seconds, then she just stops caring and cuts loose.
Sky, I think Sara is going to need comforting:
"I...I need to sit down. Where did Mr. Stewart get to? I need a hug."
As technology steadily improves, so too will our ability to find these old girls.
- Location
- California
You chaps really are on the ball. I see the story about Lexington, go to post here...and see I've been beaten by 9 hours!
But seriously, it is really heart-warming news to hear.
But seriously, it is really heart-warming news to hear.
- Location
- I thought you had the map?
Keep in mind, Gangut began life in the Tsarist era in 1915 named for the Battle of Gangut before being seized by Bolshevik forces in 1918 and renamed Oktyabrskaya Revolyutsiya in 1925 by her new masters after almost seven years in reserve due to a lack of manpower and funds.
In short, the first ten years of her life were spent as a White Russian, or dormant in reserve.
It's likely she could put on enough anti-Marxist airs to keep Big J at ease, especially if she is using her Tsarist name, and not her Bolshevik/Soviet one.
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- Location
- Canada
Omake: Red Ship Rising Part 2
Gangut looked at the cargo plane, "Are you sure that we are allowed to take this?"
"Why would you think otherwise?"
There was a gesture to their location, "Because we are hiding behind some crates, and have been avoiding all of security."
Ekaterina waved her hand dismissively, "Details details. This place is one of the more less used airstrips. Why can't we just be doing this for fun?" Gangut looked a little pacified before Ekaterina added, "Besides, they are not using it at the moment."
The scepticism was back, "I hardly think that…"
"Quick, the coast is clear, let's get on there before someone sees us."
The two 'quickly' snuck across the field and approached the plane. Now Gangut had not had the best history with planes, as such, every creak and groan that the plane made as she continued further in made her wince. The battleship finally made herself comfortable and looked to the cockpit, "Are you sure that this is safe?"
"Perfectly." The fact that Ekateira was holding the steering wheel with her legs while her one arm was working on starting the controls did not make her feel any better.
The two stood still, staring at the burning wreckage on the runway. Gangut slowly turned to the one who had crashed it, "Did you even know how to fly that monstrosity?"
There was a shrug from Ekaterina, "I got us here in one piece, didn't I?"
Gangut gave her a wary look, "That does not answer my question."
Her admiral just smiled as a fire truck screamed down the runway towards the plane, closely followed by an assortment of other emergency vehicles and military vehicles, "Oh look, the welcoming committee is here."
It was pure chaos as the fire fighters descended upon the wreckage. Other responders were looking around for any injured passengers that could be nearby. In the midst of all of this, a lieutenant approached, followed by a troop of armed officers. Ekaterina leaned towards Gangut, "I saw this in a movie once, and as I see it, it can't make the situation any worse."
Before he could start shouting, Ekaterina shouted out, "Parley!"
The lieutenant in front suddenly stopped in his tracks, "Excuse me?"
"I invoke the right of parley."
Gangut watched in fascination as the man's eye twitched rather impressively, "That doesn't apply here!"
Ekaterina shrugged, "Well, it was worth a shot." She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over, "This should clear everything up."
The lieutenant's eye's widened as he looked it over, and looked up to her, "You do know that you will need to confirm this right?"
The lieutenant shivered as a predatory smile grew on the Admiral's face, "I would not have it any other way."
The lieutenant sighed as he put down the phone. Much to his dismay, everything seemed to match up. Although he was sure to regret it, he turned to the two in the chairs across from him, "It all checks out. You are free to go." As they got up and started to leave, he spoke again, "And McArther is happy to hear that you are alright."
Ekaterina did not seem to react, but Gangut could see the soft smile on her face as they walked out of the building.
As it was such a beautiful day, Ekaterina decided to walk to Richardsons house. Whatever was on the paper had been confirmed, and they were back on their way towards their objective. A couple of minutes in, Gangut gave a wistful smile, "The scenery here is beautiful, I cannot wait for this to become a part of the New Soviet Union."
A bark of laughter was her response, "Don't let the girls around you hear you say that. The Americans can get quite antsy about their territory, and don't get me started on the Japanese..."
By this time, they had reached a certain house. The two walked up to the door and Ekaterina knocked on the door a few times. After a moment of waiting, it was opened by a certain admiral.
"Richardson!" Ekaterina had a huge smile on her face, "So good to see you again!"
The door immediately slammed in her face, and inside, Richardson turned to the hallway shouting, "Hide the Alcohol!"
With a loud crack, the door was kicked open, revealing Ekaterina with her foot outstretched, "Now now Richy, it isn't very nice to slam the door on a guest."
Before Richardson could respond to her, Ekaterina had already entered the house with Gangut close behind.
There was a low whistle from the one armed Admiral, "Wow Richy, you sure have done well for yourself. A nice house, surrounded by attractive young woman…" She entered the living room and noticed Mutsu, particularly her ring finger, "And a wife." She turned to the man of the house with a fake pout on her face, "I must say, I am quite disappointed that you didn't invite me to your wedding."
While Richardson was trying (and failing) to come up with an excuse, Jane had approached Gangut. The girl had Smolzona perched on her head, and took in the newcomer, "Hello, My name is Jane, what is yours?"
The battleship puffed up her chest, "I am the lead ship of the Gangut class, Gangut."
Jane tilted her head, "Ooh, where are you from?"
Gangut looked dramatically up and to the side, if they weren't inside, it would have looked quite inspiring. However, being inside a house, it just looked rather silly, "I am from the Soviet Union. A land where all are equal, and where one does not allow the greed of capitalism to ruin their life. Although it has been disbanded, it is my dream to revive it, and show the world that the Soviet Union will never die!"
After such a passionate speech like that, Jane could only nod with a smile, "Well… good luck with that."
By this time, Richardson's sputtering's had become so pathetic that Mutsu interrupted, "John, I don't think that you have introduced me to your friend yet."
Saved by his wife, Richardson was about to from a complete sentence again, "This is Ekaterina. She is an old… acquaintance."
"Only a acquaintance Richy?" Ekaterina had that wounded look back on her face, "I thought that you would think otherwise after that one night we shared together."
Richardson buried his face in his hands, "Please don't bring that up."
Mutsu gave a mischievous smile, "I for one would like to know more about this night."
Ekaterina had plopped herself down in a nearby chair, "So this all starts at a small pub at a port town."
The past:
The air was full of the smell of alcohol, and the sound of merry people. Senior Lieutenant Ekaterina was sitting on a stool at the bar, and was nursing a powerful mixed drink of her own design, one that even the bartender didn't want to try his hand at. She felt a clap on her back and turned around to see one of her fellow officers, "Kat, we need your special set of skills."
There was an eyebrow raised, "What is it this time?"
The Junior Lieutenant jerked his finger at a table near the back, "Some American is boasting that he could outdrink anyone in this establishment, and you are the only one I trust to put money on."
"Well," Ekaterina stood up, "Lets see who the unlucky fool is shall we?"
Lieutenant Richardson let out a laugh as he took another shot. While not quite plastered yet, he had managed to get quite a buzz. No matter who seemed to challenge him, they could not seem to catch up to his number of shots. He was about to collect his winnings when he noticed someone approaching. He looked up to see a smiling woman who proceeded to take a seat across from him, "I hope that it isn't too late to make a challenge."
There was a grin from Richardson, "By all means, have a seat." He picked up a shot glass, "I've already had quite a few of these, so if you want to challenge me, you will have to first catch up…"
His explanation was interrupted by the woman picking up the bottle of rum that he had been using and chugging what was left of it. She slammed the bottle on the table and gave a feral grin, "I think that makes us even." Richardson responded by waving his hand at one of his friends to get another bottle. It was going to be an interesting night.
It had become quite late, though the bar had not gotten any quieter, if fact, there was quite a crowd gathered around the table, cheering on the two 'fighers'. On one side, Richardson looked quite plastered, although he was sober enough to tell where the drinks were. On the other side, Ekaterina looked to be a bit tipsy, but seemed to be otherwise fine. A pile of shot glasses had grown on both sides, and even the owner was interesting to see how this would turn out.
Richardson looked at his opponent. How dare her two faces look so confident? He would show her! In a show of defiance, Richardson grabbed the bottle, and tried emulating what Ekaterina had done earlier. He got a quarter into what was left before needing to shop. He placed it onto the table, almost knocking it over as he did so, and waggled his eyebrows at Ekaterina. The room grew silent as the woman reached for the bottle, before lifting it to her lips and finishing it off, causing those who bet on her to break into cheers.
However, not everyone was happy with this outcome, as a rather drunk man managed to shout over the crowd, "You cheated!" This soon grew into murmurings of discontent from the losers, which coupled with the amount of alcohol consumed, caused tensions to rise. It was unknown as to which side threw the first punch, but soon the entire bar had broken out into one big fight, where even the competitors were not exempt.
Ekaterina at this point was trying to drag her drunken opponent out of harms way. There were still quite a few people in between them and the door, so she decided to improvise. Richardson noticed his unlikely ally pulling out an old revolver. Even though he was drunk, Richardson still had enough common sense to ask (albeit in a very drunk tone), "Are you shure you should be shooting dat?"
"Of course," Ekaterina took aim at a bottle in the hand of an advancing man, "I never miss." She fired, and the bullet flew into one of the bottles on a shelf, exploding and showering some poor souls with alcohol and glass. She looked at the gun and squinted, "Must be broken."
Eventually, enough of the fighters had been knocked down and/or fallen for Ekaterina to pull Richardson out of the front door. The two panted outside, before Richardson turned to her, "You know, you are really pretty."
A mischievous smile grew on Ekaterina's face, "Oh really? Why don't you take me back to your room and tell me more about that?"
The next morning, Richardson woke up with a pounding headache, and almost no memory of the previous night. He sat up and looked over at the woman sitting in a chair reading one of the books that he had brought along. Noticing his stare, the woman closed the book and smiled, "Ah Richy, so good of you to wake up. I am surprised that you are up this early considering the fun we had last night." Upon seeing a horrified look dawn on his face she continued, "Oh don't worry, we didn't do anything explicit last night." She held up a piece of paper, "Although I did get something rather interesting." Before he could react, she had already gotten partway out of the door, "See you later Richy!" The door closed behind her, and all Richardson could do was sit there with his mouth open.
Present Day:
The room was mostly quiet, save for Mutsu trying (and failing) to not laugh. Over by Jane, Gangut and Smolzona had entered a staring contest while the story was being told, locked in an epic struggle for dominance. Finally, Gangut spoke, "It takes a lot of courage to hold a stare this long with a ship of the Soviet Union. You have earned my respect Tiny Capitalist Ship."
Smolzona just nodded, the motion being enough to acknowledge the raw feelings that had been exchanged though that stare... before they both looked away at the same time and started blinking, eyes dry from holding them open for so long.
With the adults, Ekaterina grinned at the look of horror on Richardson's face, "And I still have that paper on me." She pulled out an old folded piece of paper, "It reads as such, 'I John Richardson,' that's you, 'do swear to extend hospitality and the following items,' don't need to go over these at the moment, 'to Ekaterina Artemovich,' that's me, 'if she so desires, with my signature below as confirmation, with witnesses...'" She listed off a few names that Mutsu didn't recognize, but Richardson certainly did.
Richardson just kept on staring forward with a horrified look on his face. Mutsu waved her hand in front of it before speaking, "Oh my, I think you broke him."
Gangut looked at the cargo plane, "Are you sure that we are allowed to take this?"
"Why would you think otherwise?"
There was a gesture to their location, "Because we are hiding behind some crates, and have been avoiding all of security."
Ekaterina waved her hand dismissively, "Details details. This place is one of the more less used airstrips. Why can't we just be doing this for fun?" Gangut looked a little pacified before Ekaterina added, "Besides, they are not using it at the moment."
The scepticism was back, "I hardly think that…"
"Quick, the coast is clear, let's get on there before someone sees us."
The two 'quickly' snuck across the field and approached the plane. Now Gangut had not had the best history with planes, as such, every creak and groan that the plane made as she continued further in made her wince. The battleship finally made herself comfortable and looked to the cockpit, "Are you sure that this is safe?"
"Perfectly." The fact that Ekateira was holding the steering wheel with her legs while her one arm was working on starting the controls did not make her feel any better.
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The two stood still, staring at the burning wreckage on the runway. Gangut slowly turned to the one who had crashed it, "Did you even know how to fly that monstrosity?"
There was a shrug from Ekaterina, "I got us here in one piece, didn't I?"
Gangut gave her a wary look, "That does not answer my question."
Her admiral just smiled as a fire truck screamed down the runway towards the plane, closely followed by an assortment of other emergency vehicles and military vehicles, "Oh look, the welcoming committee is here."
It was pure chaos as the fire fighters descended upon the wreckage. Other responders were looking around for any injured passengers that could be nearby. In the midst of all of this, a lieutenant approached, followed by a troop of armed officers. Ekaterina leaned towards Gangut, "I saw this in a movie once, and as I see it, it can't make the situation any worse."
Before he could start shouting, Ekaterina shouted out, "Parley!"
The lieutenant in front suddenly stopped in his tracks, "Excuse me?"
"I invoke the right of parley."
Gangut watched in fascination as the man's eye twitched rather impressively, "That doesn't apply here!"
Ekaterina shrugged, "Well, it was worth a shot." She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over, "This should clear everything up."
The lieutenant's eye's widened as he looked it over, and looked up to her, "You do know that you will need to confirm this right?"
The lieutenant shivered as a predatory smile grew on the Admiral's face, "I would not have it any other way."
-0-
"Oh yes, Richardson and her have known each other for awhile. In fact, I was there when they first met." There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone, "I've known her as well for some time, and can vouch for her character." There was a pause before the voice returned, more subdued, "By the way, tell her that I'm glad that she is okay."
The lieutenant sighed as he put down the phone. Much to his dismay, everything seemed to match up. Although he was sure to regret it, he turned to the two in the chairs across from him, "It all checks out. You are free to go." As they got up and started to leave, he spoke again, "And McArther is happy to hear that you are alright."
Ekaterina did not seem to react, but Gangut could see the soft smile on her face as they walked out of the building.
As it was such a beautiful day, Ekaterina decided to walk to Richardsons house. Whatever was on the paper had been confirmed, and they were back on their way towards their objective. A couple of minutes in, Gangut gave a wistful smile, "The scenery here is beautiful, I cannot wait for this to become a part of the New Soviet Union."
A bark of laughter was her response, "Don't let the girls around you hear you say that. The Americans can get quite antsy about their territory, and don't get me started on the Japanese..."
By this time, they had reached a certain house. The two walked up to the door and Ekaterina knocked on the door a few times. After a moment of waiting, it was opened by a certain admiral.
"Richardson!" Ekaterina had a huge smile on her face, "So good to see you again!"
The door immediately slammed in her face, and inside, Richardson turned to the hallway shouting, "Hide the Alcohol!"
With a loud crack, the door was kicked open, revealing Ekaterina with her foot outstretched, "Now now Richy, it isn't very nice to slam the door on a guest."
Before Richardson could respond to her, Ekaterina had already entered the house with Gangut close behind.
There was a low whistle from the one armed Admiral, "Wow Richy, you sure have done well for yourself. A nice house, surrounded by attractive young woman…" She entered the living room and noticed Mutsu, particularly her ring finger, "And a wife." She turned to the man of the house with a fake pout on her face, "I must say, I am quite disappointed that you didn't invite me to your wedding."
While Richardson was trying (and failing) to come up with an excuse, Jane had approached Gangut. The girl had Smolzona perched on her head, and took in the newcomer, "Hello, My name is Jane, what is yours?"
The battleship puffed up her chest, "I am the lead ship of the Gangut class, Gangut."
Jane tilted her head, "Ooh, where are you from?"
Gangut looked dramatically up and to the side, if they weren't inside, it would have looked quite inspiring. However, being inside a house, it just looked rather silly, "I am from the Soviet Union. A land where all are equal, and where one does not allow the greed of capitalism to ruin their life. Although it has been disbanded, it is my dream to revive it, and show the world that the Soviet Union will never die!"
After such a passionate speech like that, Jane could only nod with a smile, "Well… good luck with that."
By this time, Richardson's sputtering's had become so pathetic that Mutsu interrupted, "John, I don't think that you have introduced me to your friend yet."
Saved by his wife, Richardson was about to from a complete sentence again, "This is Ekaterina. She is an old… acquaintance."
"Only a acquaintance Richy?" Ekaterina had that wounded look back on her face, "I thought that you would think otherwise after that one night we shared together."
Richardson buried his face in his hands, "Please don't bring that up."
Mutsu gave a mischievous smile, "I for one would like to know more about this night."
Ekaterina had plopped herself down in a nearby chair, "So this all starts at a small pub at a port town."
The past:
The air was full of the smell of alcohol, and the sound of merry people. Senior Lieutenant Ekaterina was sitting on a stool at the bar, and was nursing a powerful mixed drink of her own design, one that even the bartender didn't want to try his hand at. She felt a clap on her back and turned around to see one of her fellow officers, "Kat, we need your special set of skills."
There was an eyebrow raised, "What is it this time?"
The Junior Lieutenant jerked his finger at a table near the back, "Some American is boasting that he could outdrink anyone in this establishment, and you are the only one I trust to put money on."
"Well," Ekaterina stood up, "Lets see who the unlucky fool is shall we?"
-0-
Lieutenant Richardson let out a laugh as he took another shot. While not quite plastered yet, he had managed to get quite a buzz. No matter who seemed to challenge him, they could not seem to catch up to his number of shots. He was about to collect his winnings when he noticed someone approaching. He looked up to see a smiling woman who proceeded to take a seat across from him, "I hope that it isn't too late to make a challenge."
There was a grin from Richardson, "By all means, have a seat." He picked up a shot glass, "I've already had quite a few of these, so if you want to challenge me, you will have to first catch up…"
His explanation was interrupted by the woman picking up the bottle of rum that he had been using and chugging what was left of it. She slammed the bottle on the table and gave a feral grin, "I think that makes us even." Richardson responded by waving his hand at one of his friends to get another bottle. It was going to be an interesting night.
-0-
It had become quite late, though the bar had not gotten any quieter, if fact, there was quite a crowd gathered around the table, cheering on the two 'fighers'. On one side, Richardson looked quite plastered, although he was sober enough to tell where the drinks were. On the other side, Ekaterina looked to be a bit tipsy, but seemed to be otherwise fine. A pile of shot glasses had grown on both sides, and even the owner was interesting to see how this would turn out.
Richardson looked at his opponent. How dare her two faces look so confident? He would show her! In a show of defiance, Richardson grabbed the bottle, and tried emulating what Ekaterina had done earlier. He got a quarter into what was left before needing to shop. He placed it onto the table, almost knocking it over as he did so, and waggled his eyebrows at Ekaterina. The room grew silent as the woman reached for the bottle, before lifting it to her lips and finishing it off, causing those who bet on her to break into cheers.
However, not everyone was happy with this outcome, as a rather drunk man managed to shout over the crowd, "You cheated!" This soon grew into murmurings of discontent from the losers, which coupled with the amount of alcohol consumed, caused tensions to rise. It was unknown as to which side threw the first punch, but soon the entire bar had broken out into one big fight, where even the competitors were not exempt.
Ekaterina at this point was trying to drag her drunken opponent out of harms way. There were still quite a few people in between them and the door, so she decided to improvise. Richardson noticed his unlikely ally pulling out an old revolver. Even though he was drunk, Richardson still had enough common sense to ask (albeit in a very drunk tone), "Are you shure you should be shooting dat?"
"Of course," Ekaterina took aim at a bottle in the hand of an advancing man, "I never miss." She fired, and the bullet flew into one of the bottles on a shelf, exploding and showering some poor souls with alcohol and glass. She looked at the gun and squinted, "Must be broken."
Eventually, enough of the fighters had been knocked down and/or fallen for Ekaterina to pull Richardson out of the front door. The two panted outside, before Richardson turned to her, "You know, you are really pretty."
A mischievous smile grew on Ekaterina's face, "Oh really? Why don't you take me back to your room and tell me more about that?"
-0-
The next morning, Richardson woke up with a pounding headache, and almost no memory of the previous night. He sat up and looked over at the woman sitting in a chair reading one of the books that he had brought along. Noticing his stare, the woman closed the book and smiled, "Ah Richy, so good of you to wake up. I am surprised that you are up this early considering the fun we had last night." Upon seeing a horrified look dawn on his face she continued, "Oh don't worry, we didn't do anything explicit last night." She held up a piece of paper, "Although I did get something rather interesting." Before he could react, she had already gotten partway out of the door, "See you later Richy!" The door closed behind her, and all Richardson could do was sit there with his mouth open.
Present Day:
The room was mostly quiet, save for Mutsu trying (and failing) to not laugh. Over by Jane, Gangut and Smolzona had entered a staring contest while the story was being told, locked in an epic struggle for dominance. Finally, Gangut spoke, "It takes a lot of courage to hold a stare this long with a ship of the Soviet Union. You have earned my respect Tiny Capitalist Ship."
Smolzona just nodded, the motion being enough to acknowledge the raw feelings that had been exchanged though that stare... before they both looked away at the same time and started blinking, eyes dry from holding them open for so long.
With the adults, Ekaterina grinned at the look of horror on Richardson's face, "And I still have that paper on me." She pulled out an old folded piece of paper, "It reads as such, 'I John Richardson,' that's you, 'do swear to extend hospitality and the following items,' don't need to go over these at the moment, 'to Ekaterina Artemovich,' that's me, 'if she so desires, with my signature below as confirmation, with witnesses...'" She listed off a few names that Mutsu didn't recognize, but Richardson certainly did.
Richardson just kept on staring forward with a horrified look on his face. Mutsu waved her hand in front of it before speaking, "Oh my, I think you broke him."
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Love it! The Russians have landed at Sasebo, let the hijinks begin!
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Needs more tilde from Mutsu, but otherwise excellent.
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
A tide of tildes?
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Booooo. Boo this man.
baofengyu
moonfaced assassin of joy
- Location
- Pain Amplifier
Omake- Attention to Orders
NAVSTA Everett
"Sir?" Ichiro knocked on the partially opened door. "You wanted to see me?"
Admiral Williams stood. "Come in Commander," He replied.
Ichiro hobbled in and stood before the desk, rendering a smart salute that was returned.
"Have a seat Commander." Williams sat down behind the mounds of paperwork. "You certainly kicked a hornet's nest with your report."
"If I may ask which report is in question sir?"
"The Freedom refit," Williams replied.
"That is a surprise sir," Ichiro replied. "I would have thought the final notes on the Independence refit would have caused the most controversy."
"Well, the cooler heads pretty much shot down the idea of strapping a 5"/38 to the deck of the Independence, and adding the twenty Mk 48s to the design made more sense considering the ship's mission. The armored deck hanger for the Kanmusu support facilities will allow for at least the lighter shipgirls to be serviced and supported in the field. We may have to refit an LPD to allow for the…rather larger shipgirls to be supported, but for now SECNAV has authorized the refit of two Independence as Kanmusu Support ships. Your orders for San Diego will be cut today and you will report to your new duty station next week."
"Yes sir," Ichiro replied. "I will be ready."
"You might be interested to know the first upgrades for the 'Killer' Hornet will be rolling out of the plant and into the testing phase next month."
"It sounds like things are being rushed sir."
"Our manufacturing capabilities aren't what they used to be Commander. It may take years for us to reclaim that function, especially in shipbuilding and naval artillery, but adding gun pods and additional ammunition to a Super Hornet for extended dogfights is something we can do today. We're lucky that we have been able to reactivate some of the steel foundries in Pittsburgh and Birmingham since this whole mess got started. I'm not going to sit here and blow sunshine up your ass Commander. Right now we're throwing everything we have at that wall to see what sticks. You just happen to come up with a few good ideas that we can use right away. I'm not going to sugar coat this, but you are never going to fly again," Williams replied. "A sad truth, but one that you'll have to make peace with. But I'll be damned if we let any swinging dick stand idle when you can be marching along with the rest of us be it behind a desk or on the deck of a ship."
"Aye aye sir."
"We're hoping that the pomp and circumstance happening in Sasebo next month will give us some much needed good press as well as provide cover for fleet movements. Commander New Jersey's victory in the Pacific has boosted the moral some," He indicated the latest copy of Time magazine with the Marines assaulting the Abyssal position on the cover. It was another iconic image that the Marines were milking for all it was worth, with recruitment up for Uncle Sam's Misguided Children. Of course, said magazine had some of the declassified images of Shanghai, and a lot of people stateside were worried if a major US city might suffer the same fate.
"And lastly, the second round of 'Adopt-a-Shipgirl' has been issued through the USO," Williams handed over the sheet. "Here is also a copy of their file on the Shipgirls that are not participating in the program."
"I am glad to see some good coming of this program sir, but Commander Mutsu isn't married to Admiral Richardson yet."
"Semantics." He waved the observation off. "The appropriate commendations are being entered into yours and Commander New Jersey's file. Dismissed Commander."
Ichiro snapped to. "Aye Aye Sir."
In the hall he ran into the JMSDF Assistant Liaison to Commander Kirishima.
"So you are being reassigned?"
Ichiro looked over at the assigned assistant liaison to Kirishima, Santō Kaii Tōgō Ryuuta. The young officer was part of the small contingent of JMSDF that was to aid and support the Kanmusu that were passing through Everett in their operations.
"Hai," Ichiro replied, pausing in the corridor. "I'll be heading down to San Diego to help the refit of the Independence and the Coronado as Kanmusu Support Ships."
"They are, a bit small for support ships."
"For capital class Kanmusu yes, but there are a lot more Destroyer weight Kanmusu in service and these ships can keep up with the fleet to provide support for those ships. If anything the next step would be to take of the LDPs and convert her into a larger support ship for the capital ships."
"That would make more sense." Ryuuta replied. "Oh, I was told that your parents have been invited to the Wedding."
"That is a bit odd since both are not in the military," Ichiro frowned.
"True, but they have been quite busy in making sure that there are enough food supplies available to feed the Kanmusu, not to mention representing the Date Clan leader."
"Hmmm."
"I understand your sister is the Tactical Officer on the JMSDFS Makinami out of Ōminato," Ryuuta changed the subject.
Ichiro took a deep breath. "Hai. She works hard for her ship and deals a lot with the Kanmusu assigned to Ōminato. You are probably more aware of fleet operations in that part of the world than I am."
"Indeed," Ryuuta replied. "If you will excuse me, I do need to hand these files to Kirishima-Sama."
"Of course," Ichiro replied. "As you were Santō Kaii."
The young officer saluted and rushed off, leaving Ichiro to make his way to his small office. Thus far he has managed to avoid dealing with the returned Shipgirls, in all honesty he wasn't sure he could remain in their presence for a long period of time. They made him nervous. Their supernatural nature left an ache in his bones that most wouldn't understand. Maybe it was the fact that one them took a piece of him. Even the shrinks weren't sure of the prolonged effects of dealing with Shipgirls. Rumor had it one of the Shipgirls had gotten another woman pregnant.
He sat down at his desk and began gathering the few possessions he had in the office to take with him. He secured his laptop as a knock brought his attention to his door.
"Sir?" The Admiral's Yeoman stood there. "The Admiral has your orders ready."
Ichiro stood stiffly and took the papers from the Yeoman. "Thank you, Chief."
"Sir," the Yeoman saluted and left. It was a standard orders packet, orders for the new duty station and flight information via C-2 Greyhound in six days. As of 1700 hrs this afternoon, he would be officially on leave until he reported for the flight. He sat back down to relieve the ache in his leg.
"Commander?"
He looked up as Yeoman Bowers poked her head in.
"Something I can help you with Yeoman?"
"Scuttlebutt has it you are on the way out."
"I depart for San Diego next week."
"So they are getting the kinks worked out of the modular mission palette system on the Littorals?"
"The mods to the Independence class won't be too bad. Since these mods are mainly for Destroyers and Light Cruisers, the repair and replenishment bays won't be too extensive. The biggest changes are the four quintuple torpedo launchers being mounted on the aft deck."
"One shot from a naval rifle and we're out an LCS."
"One shot anywhere and we're probably out an LCS," Ichiro corrected. "They are, however, built for speed, and they could run circles around the JMSDF Shimakaze."
"I'd actually pay money to see that," Jennifer mused.
"Speaking of paying money," Ichiro opened his desk drawer. "Here."
"Sir?"
"I can't take these with me," He indicated the Figma models he had on hand.
"The Dess Boat and the theoretical Iowa?" Jennifer accepted to two. "Commander New Jersey might kill me if she saw these."
"My sister told me that there were a few of the New Jersey figmas made, mainly prototypes, but after the Commander's big splash in Akihabara, she mentioned that a few toy companies might 'brave the Dragon's Wrath' to produce a new figma."
"Yeah, the Commander might go ballistic if some of those prototypes showed up here."
"While I am not in tune with the rumor mills in the JMSDF, my sister did let is slip that Musashi is actively searching for those figmas."
"Yeah, that could be really bad," Jennifer replied. "I'll put it through the network to keep an eye out for anything that might set the Commander off, although I think both will be keeping their noses clean because that tweet of Musashi's keeps popping up like a bad STD."
"Anything else Yeoman?"
"No sir."
"Dismissed Yeoman," Ichiro returned to his packing.
"Sir."
After a short period of boxing a few items, he stood shakily and made his way towards the mess hall. He wasn't surprised to see it running full speed ahead, and quickly picked up a tray eased his way to an empty spot. One side of the mess hall had reinforced tables and chairs, with obvious signs that the area was for the Kanmusu stationed at Everett, and currently only one person sat at that area. He heard of Warrant Officer Sarah Gale and her relationship with Washington. He did not understand it, but he was aware of it. What appeared to be a pair of small children rushed into the Mess Hall and straight to Gale, and he winced as his leg started to ache. He didn't know who they were, but he guessed it was a pair Destroyers or Destroyer Escorts. A feeling of nausea rolled his stomach as it felt like knives were being shoved into the remaining nerves of his stump. The two Kanmusu rushed off to the chow line moments later, leaving Ichiro to rise unsteadily with his untouched meal. He wasn't sure if it was purely psychological, or perhaps that bitch left behind something to poison him. Just being in the same room with friendly Kanmusu was enough to cause a reaction he learned. He waved off the concerned look of one of the civilian workers and retreated, leaning against the wall of the building as he felt the pressure lessen with distance. He slowly walked back to the BOQ.
At least in San Diego I won't have to worry about dealing with Kanmusu, he thought to himself.
NAVSTA Everett
"Sir?" Ichiro knocked on the partially opened door. "You wanted to see me?"
Admiral Williams stood. "Come in Commander," He replied.
Ichiro hobbled in and stood before the desk, rendering a smart salute that was returned.
"Have a seat Commander." Williams sat down behind the mounds of paperwork. "You certainly kicked a hornet's nest with your report."
"If I may ask which report is in question sir?"
"The Freedom refit," Williams replied.
"That is a surprise sir," Ichiro replied. "I would have thought the final notes on the Independence refit would have caused the most controversy."
"Well, the cooler heads pretty much shot down the idea of strapping a 5"/38 to the deck of the Independence, and adding the twenty Mk 48s to the design made more sense considering the ship's mission. The armored deck hanger for the Kanmusu support facilities will allow for at least the lighter shipgirls to be serviced and supported in the field. We may have to refit an LPD to allow for the…rather larger shipgirls to be supported, but for now SECNAV has authorized the refit of two Independence as Kanmusu Support ships. Your orders for San Diego will be cut today and you will report to your new duty station next week."
"Yes sir," Ichiro replied. "I will be ready."
"You might be interested to know the first upgrades for the 'Killer' Hornet will be rolling out of the plant and into the testing phase next month."
"It sounds like things are being rushed sir."
"Our manufacturing capabilities aren't what they used to be Commander. It may take years for us to reclaim that function, especially in shipbuilding and naval artillery, but adding gun pods and additional ammunition to a Super Hornet for extended dogfights is something we can do today. We're lucky that we have been able to reactivate some of the steel foundries in Pittsburgh and Birmingham since this whole mess got started. I'm not going to sit here and blow sunshine up your ass Commander. Right now we're throwing everything we have at that wall to see what sticks. You just happen to come up with a few good ideas that we can use right away. I'm not going to sugar coat this, but you are never going to fly again," Williams replied. "A sad truth, but one that you'll have to make peace with. But I'll be damned if we let any swinging dick stand idle when you can be marching along with the rest of us be it behind a desk or on the deck of a ship."
"Aye aye sir."
"We're hoping that the pomp and circumstance happening in Sasebo next month will give us some much needed good press as well as provide cover for fleet movements. Commander New Jersey's victory in the Pacific has boosted the moral some," He indicated the latest copy of Time magazine with the Marines assaulting the Abyssal position on the cover. It was another iconic image that the Marines were milking for all it was worth, with recruitment up for Uncle Sam's Misguided Children. Of course, said magazine had some of the declassified images of Shanghai, and a lot of people stateside were worried if a major US city might suffer the same fate.
"And lastly, the second round of 'Adopt-a-Shipgirl' has been issued through the USO," Williams handed over the sheet. "Here is also a copy of their file on the Shipgirls that are not participating in the program."
"I am glad to see some good coming of this program sir, but Commander Mutsu isn't married to Admiral Richardson yet."
"Semantics." He waved the observation off. "The appropriate commendations are being entered into yours and Commander New Jersey's file. Dismissed Commander."
Ichiro snapped to. "Aye Aye Sir."
In the hall he ran into the JMSDF Assistant Liaison to Commander Kirishima.
"So you are being reassigned?"
Ichiro looked over at the assigned assistant liaison to Kirishima, Santō Kaii Tōgō Ryuuta. The young officer was part of the small contingent of JMSDF that was to aid and support the Kanmusu that were passing through Everett in their operations.
"Hai," Ichiro replied, pausing in the corridor. "I'll be heading down to San Diego to help the refit of the Independence and the Coronado as Kanmusu Support Ships."
"They are, a bit small for support ships."
"For capital class Kanmusu yes, but there are a lot more Destroyer weight Kanmusu in service and these ships can keep up with the fleet to provide support for those ships. If anything the next step would be to take of the LDPs and convert her into a larger support ship for the capital ships."
"That would make more sense." Ryuuta replied. "Oh, I was told that your parents have been invited to the Wedding."
"That is a bit odd since both are not in the military," Ichiro frowned.
"True, but they have been quite busy in making sure that there are enough food supplies available to feed the Kanmusu, not to mention representing the Date Clan leader."
"Hmmm."
"I understand your sister is the Tactical Officer on the JMSDFS Makinami out of Ōminato," Ryuuta changed the subject.
Ichiro took a deep breath. "Hai. She works hard for her ship and deals a lot with the Kanmusu assigned to Ōminato. You are probably more aware of fleet operations in that part of the world than I am."
"Indeed," Ryuuta replied. "If you will excuse me, I do need to hand these files to Kirishima-Sama."
"Of course," Ichiro replied. "As you were Santō Kaii."
The young officer saluted and rushed off, leaving Ichiro to make his way to his small office. Thus far he has managed to avoid dealing with the returned Shipgirls, in all honesty he wasn't sure he could remain in their presence for a long period of time. They made him nervous. Their supernatural nature left an ache in his bones that most wouldn't understand. Maybe it was the fact that one them took a piece of him. Even the shrinks weren't sure of the prolonged effects of dealing with Shipgirls. Rumor had it one of the Shipgirls had gotten another woman pregnant.
He sat down at his desk and began gathering the few possessions he had in the office to take with him. He secured his laptop as a knock brought his attention to his door.
"Sir?" The Admiral's Yeoman stood there. "The Admiral has your orders ready."
Ichiro stood stiffly and took the papers from the Yeoman. "Thank you, Chief."
"Sir," the Yeoman saluted and left. It was a standard orders packet, orders for the new duty station and flight information via C-2 Greyhound in six days. As of 1700 hrs this afternoon, he would be officially on leave until he reported for the flight. He sat back down to relieve the ache in his leg.
"Commander?"
He looked up as Yeoman Bowers poked her head in.
"Something I can help you with Yeoman?"
"Scuttlebutt has it you are on the way out."
"I depart for San Diego next week."
"So they are getting the kinks worked out of the modular mission palette system on the Littorals?"
"The mods to the Independence class won't be too bad. Since these mods are mainly for Destroyers and Light Cruisers, the repair and replenishment bays won't be too extensive. The biggest changes are the four quintuple torpedo launchers being mounted on the aft deck."
"One shot from a naval rifle and we're out an LCS."
"One shot anywhere and we're probably out an LCS," Ichiro corrected. "They are, however, built for speed, and they could run circles around the JMSDF Shimakaze."
"I'd actually pay money to see that," Jennifer mused.
"Speaking of paying money," Ichiro opened his desk drawer. "Here."
"Sir?"
"I can't take these with me," He indicated the Figma models he had on hand.
"The Dess Boat and the theoretical Iowa?" Jennifer accepted to two. "Commander New Jersey might kill me if she saw these."
"My sister told me that there were a few of the New Jersey figmas made, mainly prototypes, but after the Commander's big splash in Akihabara, she mentioned that a few toy companies might 'brave the Dragon's Wrath' to produce a new figma."
"Yeah, the Commander might go ballistic if some of those prototypes showed up here."
"While I am not in tune with the rumor mills in the JMSDF, my sister did let is slip that Musashi is actively searching for those figmas."
"Yeah, that could be really bad," Jennifer replied. "I'll put it through the network to keep an eye out for anything that might set the Commander off, although I think both will be keeping their noses clean because that tweet of Musashi's keeps popping up like a bad STD."
"Anything else Yeoman?"
"No sir."
"Dismissed Yeoman," Ichiro returned to his packing.
"Sir."
After a short period of boxing a few items, he stood shakily and made his way towards the mess hall. He wasn't surprised to see it running full speed ahead, and quickly picked up a tray eased his way to an empty spot. One side of the mess hall had reinforced tables and chairs, with obvious signs that the area was for the Kanmusu stationed at Everett, and currently only one person sat at that area. He heard of Warrant Officer Sarah Gale and her relationship with Washington. He did not understand it, but he was aware of it. What appeared to be a pair of small children rushed into the Mess Hall and straight to Gale, and he winced as his leg started to ache. He didn't know who they were, but he guessed it was a pair Destroyers or Destroyer Escorts. A feeling of nausea rolled his stomach as it felt like knives were being shoved into the remaining nerves of his stump. The two Kanmusu rushed off to the chow line moments later, leaving Ichiro to rise unsteadily with his untouched meal. He wasn't sure if it was purely psychological, or perhaps that bitch left behind something to poison him. Just being in the same room with friendly Kanmusu was enough to cause a reaction he learned. He waved off the concerned look of one of the civilian workers and retreated, leaning against the wall of the building as he felt the pressure lessen with distance. He slowly walked back to the BOQ.
At least in San Diego I won't have to worry about dealing with Kanmusu, he thought to himself.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
That's what he thinks.
Anyone else think he's going to get to San Diego and be swept up into the craziness? Maybe Cisco and Lou will snatch him up.
Cisco: *to Ichiro* You're cute.
Lou: *Grins* Yeah, he is.
Ichiro: *deadpan, but with a feeling of impending doom* What.