Non-canon Omake spawning from a discussion of USN fleet oilers and their UNREP abilities:
By Jon Berry
Jersey stood at the dock, waiting for their newest arrival, Yeoman Gale at her side as the Admiral had refused to participate in more Kanmasu bullshit. Though this wasn't really
bullshit in the "sparkly Magical Shipgirl" sense, more the case of "why is this happening" bullshit.
Nagato had radioed ahead what was happening and why, and over the past few days, there had been some major discussions going on behind the scenes. This wasn't a defection, per se, but it still had to be dealt with.
"I see her," Jersey said, her radar picking their newest arrival out of the traffic in the Sound. Beside her, Gale plucked her phone out of her pocket, and dialed up the Admiral to let him know. "You want me to meet her out there, or wait for her to come ashore?"
"The Admiral says we should at least refuel her and give her a tune up before sending her back with a convoy," Gale repeated. "Then he hung up."
"Right, note to self. Get the Admiral some good coffee." Jersey's requests for a personal cappuccino machine had been rejected, so she had to suffer through lineups at the mess. And when it came to coffee, no one in the navy would let themselves get pushed around, even by a 58 thousand ton warship.
The two waited until Jersey made the completely unnecessary motion of putting one hand to the side of her head to indicate she was speaking over the radio instead of in person. "Dock is over here," she announced, and their newest arrival shifted bearing to come to them. "New Jersey out."
"I'm surprised," Jersey said to no one in particular. "Did she really think she was going to get away with this? I mean, it's not like Japan has a shortage of carriers or anything."
Gale was about to speak when she snapped her mouth shut. Some truths were not meant to be talked about out loud. Jersey looked to her as though deciding whether to order the Yeoman to speak or not before deciding against it. "Got a visual."
"So do I," Gale said as she looked through her binoculars. Then she took them off. "I don't believe it. She has Groucho Marx glasses on, with the fake nose and everything."
"You know what those are?" Jersey was surprised. They were old when she was born, but then she turned her attention back to the new arrival. "Akagi..."
The Carrier Shipgirl pulled into the docks, Akagi having not changed any of her clothes to facilitate her disguise, the birds on her deck obviously Zeros, and not more American fighters or bombers. "I am not Akagi," she said in English, though her Japanese accent was another blow against her. "I am Yorktown! Though I am sure this Akagi of whom you speak is a beautiful and elegant carrier, worthy of respect. I am hungry. Do you have Bauxite?" She pushed up her 'disguise' with one finger as she climbed out of the water, trying very hard to maintain the deception in the face of all reason and rejection.
Jersey wondered if the Admiral would be willing to share his stash with her when this was over.
Later, in Japan
Kaga waited impatiently for the arrival of Akagi. Oh, she was so cross! And apparently the Admiral and Nagato had made plans for her in punishment. So much so that she was told to wait outside the docks, even though she had seen the wash of Akagi's arrival.
The door to the Docks opened, and the Admiral stepped out, uniform prim and proper. Nagato a step behind. The Admiral turned to face Kaga and nodded. "Kaga, Akagi." Kaga was confused. Why was the Admiral speaking like he was introducing her to Akagi?!?
From the Docks, an American Carrier stepped out. She was recognizable to the Japanese carrier as Yorktown, which confused her for just a moment before remembering there was some talk about a Kanmusu exchange program. Akagi had to be behind her then, but why was Yorktown wearing that completely ridiculous set of glasses with the fake nose and mustache?
"Hello," Yorktown said in awkward Japanese, and with an awkward bow. "I am to be called Akagi."
".... what"
