When you do, PM me and I will read it and love you forever.
Thus far, the USN seems to be trying really damn hard IRL to keep Enterprise a thing for the rest of history.
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When you do, PM me and I will read it and love you forever.
Thus far, the USN seems to be trying really damn hard IRL to keep Enterprise a thing for the rest of history.
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It's a flag that is hoisted when a majority of Admiralty Board members are present. IIRC, Enterprise is the only non-RN ship ever to be awarded one.
So what having an Admiralty Pennant means in KanColle would translate to the following...
1) The shipgirl in question now has an awesome cape to go with their mess dress-uniform (...or their regular clothes, depending on the disposition of the girl who has one).
2) The shipgirl in question would be recognized as Speaking with the Voice of the Admiralty Board itself; therefor they would be in charge of any British shipgirls in any operation that they participate in. (Enterprise is a reasonable girl who wouldn't abuse this power; but imagine for a moment if Johnston had one.)
3) If any British shipgirl is around a holder of an Admiralty Pennant, and said British shipgirl is Admiral-sexual, then said Pennant holder becomes a viable target for said British shipgirl's affections. (Hey...Kongou had to come by it somehow...)
SaltyWaffles
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It still wouldn't excuse Halsey for taking every battleship along with his carriers in order to attack a Japanese carrier force that was already depleted (even if he didn't know they were empty threats, the Battle of the Philippine Sea had shown that Japanese naval aviation had degraded to a low point) and badly outnumbered.
Halsey deliberately left the San Burnadino Strait unguarded.
So yeah, it was Halsey's fault. Even if he believed the threat of enemy ships coming down the strait to be unlikely, he had six battleships at his disposal. Not a single one of them was detached to guard the strait or back up Taffy 3. Nor were any of his eight cruisers or 40+ destroyers. He did not even have a single ship or plane watching the strait.
He was commanding a force of five fleet carriers and five light carriers, too. Against a much smaller carrier force that was also far less well escorted and carrying substantially inferior AA capability. In other words, he brought massive overkill with him and outright rejected reports telling him about the Center Force heading for the strait. Furthermore, the very presence of the Center Force he had attacked earlier showed that the Japanese had ships in the area that could make for the strait. Thus, despite explicitly knowing that Japanese ships were near the strait--and he can't have possibly been so stupid and reckless as to believe that his airstrikes had damaged the whole fleet, especially when they focused much of their attention on a single capital ship--he explicitly refused to have any contingency, reserve, or even a picket for the undeniable possibility of Japanese warships entering the strait.
As an officer, strategist, and commander, Halsey repeatedly made several major mistakes that were (and are) objectively wrong in all but the most extreme of circumstances (and here, Halsey had a gross abundance of force, not a gross lack of it) as a matter of principle.
So it was a gross failure of common sense, to the point of sheer negligence. That said, it was a failure that certain other admirals may have also made, in his place--the same ones that had criticized Spruance's caution (which ended up saving his carriers from being caught by surprise by battleships at night)--but it still wouldn't excuse his own failure.
This just strikes me as pure stupidity. Suicidal attacks are still dangerous, and when you literally leave your non-frontline forces wide open, without any defenses or even advanced warning whatsoever, dismissing those attacks as nonthreatening is just plain moronic. Hopelessly persistent attacks are no longer hopeless when you offer no resistance whatsoever and turn your back to your enemy.
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Ego makes fools of every man.
Part 40: That's what it means, right?
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Part 40a
Battleship Nagato knew she was being fired upon. She knew near-misses were churning the water around her into a prismatic sea of dyed, churning water. She knew her belt sang as every hit crashed into her armor. She knew all these things the same way she knew the universe was composed of minute particles.
Interesting trivia with no impact whatsoever on her day to day life.
She was a dreadnought of the Imperial Japanese Navy, a ship born again to serve her country for freedom, not tyranny. And she was squaring off against her fellow members of the big seven with her beloved sister by her side.
It was the fight she was built for. And she held the upper hand. Her crews were drilled and precise, second to none but the Kongou sisters in professionalism and skill. Every time she straightened out from a turn, she found her guns already within mere degrees of their targets. Her guns sang at her command like a fine orchestra.
Her gun crews worked their deadly instruments like virtuoso of steel and cordite, playing out their perfect symphony for these twisted abyssal abominations.
"FIRE!" boomed the battleship, her voice thundering with the fury of an entire nation as she steadied for a full broadside.
The abyssal battleships took swift advantage of her momentary lull in maneuvering. Their guns rippled off a ragged riposte. They lacked the eloquence of Nagato, their guns spoke like thuggish brutes not skilled samurai, and their lightweight armor-piercing rounds lacked the Japanese warrior maiden's teeth.
But most crucially of all, they lacked her peerless ranging gear. Where the Japanese maiden's rangefinders were mounted high on her pagodas, the abyssal brutes carried theirs on their turret roofs. Every frigid wave that crashed across their bows fouled their optics with spray and salt, degrading their accuracy further.
The abyssal warships were forced to close the distance, lest they be annihilated from range by the three Japanese battleships. They were fully engaged, there was no hope of retreat. They had no choice but to fight, and let themselves be pulled wherever Nagato wished.
Nagato allowed herself a brief smile as she turned in to blade herself to an oncoming torpedo-bomber attack. The sky was nearly black with a churning swarm of aircraft. Some friendly, but most hostile.
And the dreadnought didn't feel the slightest bit of worry. Her escort, USS Heermann had barely said a word since the battle began. But the little destroyer had been practically glued to her hip. Not a plane had touched Nagato. Not one. Her anti-aircraft gunners were starting to get bored at their posts. The battleship could hardly believe it. The sky was black with brawling fighters, but she almost felt safer than she did at Yokosuka.
And she had her sister steaming abreast of her. The two Nagato-class battleships reunited for a decisive battle against a seemingly unbeatable foe. And with them Musashi herself, the most powerful warship ever to sail the seas. The world quaked at their power and profession-
"HA!" bellowed Musashi. The sleeves of her unzipped shirt flew out as she flung her hands in the air, showing her middle fingers to the abyssal warships as they landed a solid shot against her belt. A square hit that did nothing to faze the enormous battleship. "I! AM! INVINCIBLE!" she thundered, her voice echoing even over the sound of her colossal battery.
Nagato rolled her eyes. So much for professionalism. It was a good thing Musashi and Jersey didn't get along. Nagato didn't know how she'd be able to handle the two of them together.
"Nagato!" Jersey's rough, brash, typically American accent sounded in Nagato's ears, ""We're fully engaged."
Nagato smiled, her eyes narrowing to an ice-cold squint. "Copy that," she said, sticking her arm out and curving it back towards herself, signaling her taskforce to turn away from the action. "Starting the pull." She glanced at her escort, "You ready, little one?"
Heermann nodded, her entire deck aflame as her guns filled the sky with bursting flak. "Mmhm, don't worry Miss Nagato," the little destroyer flashed a toothy smile, her freckled cheeks glowing from the heat of her batteries, "Nobody's touching my charge."
"Good to know, little one." Nagato smiled in return, throwing her rudder over in concert with her sister and Musashi. The six warships heeled over in a coordinated turn, deftly stepping around shell-splashes as they extended away from the slower Abyssal warships.
"Come on…" breathed Nagato, her gaze so focused on the twisted almost-ships on the horizon that she felt time slow to a crawl around her. "Take it…"
One one thousand…
Two one thousand…
Three one thousand…
Four one thousand…
Nagato felt the seconds slip by with each passing breath. She kept waiting for the Abyssal battleships to turn away, to risk breaking contact to link up with their fellows assaulting Jersey and her Kongous.
But they didn't. Their stacks belched sickly black smoke as they powered their way towards the Japanese ships and their peerless American escorts. They'd taken the bait, now it was time to make pay for their crucial mistake.
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Crowning stared at the shaky drone footage, his face scrunching up like a prune while his eyes bounced from confusing camera feeds to equally confusing symbolic map displays. "Uh," he leaned over to Gale, careful to keep his voice low enough to avoid disturbing anyone else, "what just happened?"
"Divide and conquer," said Gale though a mouthful of ham sandwich. It was getting close to dinner time, but neither the sailor nor the civilian was willing to leave the bunker, even if they weren't doing more than watching.
"Huh?" Crowning folded his arms, glancing back at the map where both Jersey's girls and Nagato's girls were in two very distinct, very divided groups.
"Not them," said Gale, gulping down her impromptu lunch. "Planes."
Crowning bit the corner of his lip, "You lost me."
"Princess has way to fucking many planes," explained Gale, "even with Akagi and RJ spotting nothing but Reppus, there's no way they can hold the line. Not against everything at once."
Crowning nodded, patting himself down for his notepad. He was studying whenever he got the time, but he still knew painfully close to nothing about naval engagements. He wasn't gonna waste a prime opportunity to study up before Jersey got back. He needed some common ground beyond 'pie' to hold a real conversation after all.
"Okay, so…" Gale pointed to a coffee carafe sitting on the back table. "This is the princess. That-" she tapped the creamer, "is her CAP. The planes she's got in the air ready to go right this second."
Crowning scribbled furiously before offering another nod.
"This," Gale waved the box of sugar packets, "is her reserve air wing. Stuff that's on deck but not in the air." She turned back to Crowning, "When Nagato and Hammer showed up, they were the biggest threat, so the whole CAP ran off towards them."
"But…" Crowning scrambled for whatever shreds of naval knowledge he had, "the dreadnoughts can take torpedoes better?"
"Yeah," said Gale, "And they got the taffies and Shield's… well fighter shield at full strength."
"So…" Crowning drew circles in the air with the tip of his pen. The point was hovering somewhere right in front of his face… he just had to reach out and grasp it. "That lets us fight just their CAP with everything we've got."
"You got it!" said Gale, smiling as she offered a teasingly enthusiastic wink. not unlike the typical over-caffeinated children's show host. "With that many planes in the air, it'll be hard for the Princess's planes to set up good attack runs."
"And all the while…" Crowning paused. It wasn't quite a shot in the dark, but given his current level of nautical knowledge, he'd call it a shoot in the gloom. "Hammer's pounding the heavy battleship division, right."
"Yep. The heavies can't risk disengaging while Naggy and her girls are right there," said Gale as she took another bite of her sandwich.
"And the Princess's cap already dropped all their bombs," said Crowning, "so all it's got left to throw at J are the reserve planes?"
"And the battleship QRF."
"That too," Crowning shrugged, "It's still a lot for her to get through."
"Not enough to stop her," said Gale, smiling as she leaned in to give the professor a one-armed hug.
"Let's hope."
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"New Jersey," Akgai's sweet, friendly voice sang in Jersey's head, somehow audible over the roar of almost a quarter million American horses, twenty five-inchers, and nine of the best damn naval guns ever built. "You've got another squadron heading your way. Vectoring Reppus to cover."
"Yeah, I see 'em," said Jersey, squinting into the distance as her radar acquired the seething horde of fighters and bombers rolling her way. She lost count at forty, there were just too many contacts flying too close for her radar to crank out solid target tracks. All she could see was an enormous blob of flying malevolent fuckers screaming straight for her and her girls.
Not that she was the least bit worried. She had almost a hundred next-generation Jap carrier fighters flown by the best pilots the Kido Butai had ever produced flying topcover. She had two the terrible Akuze- Akiz- the AA destroyer twins watching the air with those super-fucking-high velocity ten-centimeter guns.
And she was a battleship with flak out the ass, and she had quite a nice, generous ass. Jersey was slinging more flak than certain countries.
"Yo, Akuzi!" growled the battleship, dispatching a burning Abyssal cruiser with a backhanded volley from her after turret.
"Akizuki," corrected the anti-aircraft destroyer, her extra-long-ass hyper velocity cannons scanning the sky as she effortlessly skimmed around shell splashes, her hull rolling hard enough to flash glimpses of her antiquating paint.
Jersey blinked. "Whatever, you ready to kick ass and take names?"
The little destroyer shook her head, "I'm afraid not," she said. "But Chou-10cm-Hou-chan is!" The animated turret in her fore mount waved its tiny flipper hand at Jersey, its barrels slewing around to point in a generally fuckhuge-mass-of-abyssal-planes-ward direction.
Akizuki smiled, giving her foremost turret a little kiss on its armored roof, "Chu chu!" Her turret… fucking blushed at the attention, its adorable little eye… hole things glancing away as it suddenly found the splintered clouds utterly entrancing.
Jersey shook the bizarre image out of her head, focusing herself on the matter at hand. "Yo, Akagi?"
"Hmm?" the Japanese carrier's voice purred though Jersey's head, sounding distinctly like every word had to run a blockade of instant noodles to reach the battleship.
"You got eyes on the princess?"
"Ahmm…" a pause, "I do now."
"How's her deck looking?"
"Uhmm…" a slurp of noddles, "maybe half a dozen fighters on CAP," said Akagi, "Everything else is either headed your way or landing for resupply."
"Copy that," said Jersey, almost absentmindedly rippling off a perfect broadside at an abyssal fast-battleship, bracketing it with towering pillars of spray. "Bonecrusher flight," she smiled at the call sign. Such a fucking cool name. "You there?"
"That's afirm, Jersey," came a drawl that somehow managed to be both lazily relaxed and perilously tense, "What can the US Air Force do for ya?
"You know that fuck-huge iceberg?" said Jersey, matching his tone with an equally bored drone of her own. She even managed a pouty teenage sigh as she tore a battleship's superstructure to shreds with a volley of high-explosive shells.
"I do indeed, miss."
"Make it go away."
A small laugh echoed though Jersey's radio room. "Sure thing, miss."
Battleship Nagato knew she was being fired upon. She knew near-misses were churning the water around her into a prismatic sea of dyed, churning water. She knew her belt sang as every hit crashed into her armor. She knew all these things the same way she knew the universe was composed of minute particles.
Interesting trivia with no impact whatsoever on her day to day life.
She was a dreadnought of the Imperial Japanese Navy, a ship born again to serve her country for freedom, not tyranny. And she was squaring off against her fellow members of the big seven with her beloved sister by her side.
It was the fight she was built for. And she held the upper hand. Her crews were drilled and precise, second to none but the Kongou sisters in professionalism and skill. Every time she straightened out from a turn, she found her guns already within mere degrees of their targets. Her guns sang at her command like a fine orchestra.
Her gun crews worked their deadly instruments like virtuoso of steel and cordite, playing out their perfect symphony for these twisted abyssal abominations.
"FIRE!" boomed the battleship, her voice thundering with the fury of an entire nation as she steadied for a full broadside.
The abyssal battleships took swift advantage of her momentary lull in maneuvering. Their guns rippled off a ragged riposte. They lacked the eloquence of Nagato, their guns spoke like thuggish brutes not skilled samurai, and their lightweight armor-piercing rounds lacked the Japanese warrior maiden's teeth.
But most crucially of all, they lacked her peerless ranging gear. Where the Japanese maiden's rangefinders were mounted high on her pagodas, the abyssal brutes carried theirs on their turret roofs. Every frigid wave that crashed across their bows fouled their optics with spray and salt, degrading their accuracy further.
The abyssal warships were forced to close the distance, lest they be annihilated from range by the three Japanese battleships. They were fully engaged, there was no hope of retreat. They had no choice but to fight, and let themselves be pulled wherever Nagato wished.
Nagato allowed herself a brief smile as she turned in to blade herself to an oncoming torpedo-bomber attack. The sky was nearly black with a churning swarm of aircraft. Some friendly, but most hostile.
And the dreadnought didn't feel the slightest bit of worry. Her escort, USS Heermann had barely said a word since the battle began. But the little destroyer had been practically glued to her hip. Not a plane had touched Nagato. Not one. Her anti-aircraft gunners were starting to get bored at their posts. The battleship could hardly believe it. The sky was black with brawling fighters, but she almost felt safer than she did at Yokosuka.
And she had her sister steaming abreast of her. The two Nagato-class battleships reunited for a decisive battle against a seemingly unbeatable foe. And with them Musashi herself, the most powerful warship ever to sail the seas. The world quaked at their power and profession-
"HA!" bellowed Musashi. The sleeves of her unzipped shirt flew out as she flung her hands in the air, showing her middle fingers to the abyssal warships as they landed a solid shot against her belt. A square hit that did nothing to faze the enormous battleship. "I! AM! INVINCIBLE!" she thundered, her voice echoing even over the sound of her colossal battery.
Nagato rolled her eyes. So much for professionalism. It was a good thing Musashi and Jersey didn't get along. Nagato didn't know how she'd be able to handle the two of them together.
"Nagato!" Jersey's rough, brash, typically American accent sounded in Nagato's ears, ""We're fully engaged."
Nagato smiled, her eyes narrowing to an ice-cold squint. "Copy that," she said, sticking her arm out and curving it back towards herself, signaling her taskforce to turn away from the action. "Starting the pull." She glanced at her escort, "You ready, little one?"
Heermann nodded, her entire deck aflame as her guns filled the sky with bursting flak. "Mmhm, don't worry Miss Nagato," the little destroyer flashed a toothy smile, her freckled cheeks glowing from the heat of her batteries, "Nobody's touching my charge."
"Good to know, little one." Nagato smiled in return, throwing her rudder over in concert with her sister and Musashi. The six warships heeled over in a coordinated turn, deftly stepping around shell-splashes as they extended away from the slower Abyssal warships.
"Come on…" breathed Nagato, her gaze so focused on the twisted almost-ships on the horizon that she felt time slow to a crawl around her. "Take it…"
One one thousand…
Two one thousand…
Three one thousand…
Four one thousand…
Nagato felt the seconds slip by with each passing breath. She kept waiting for the Abyssal battleships to turn away, to risk breaking contact to link up with their fellows assaulting Jersey and her Kongous.
But they didn't. Their stacks belched sickly black smoke as they powered their way towards the Japanese ships and their peerless American escorts. They'd taken the bait, now it was time to make pay for their crucial mistake.
—|—|—
Crowning stared at the shaky drone footage, his face scrunching up like a prune while his eyes bounced from confusing camera feeds to equally confusing symbolic map displays. "Uh," he leaned over to Gale, careful to keep his voice low enough to avoid disturbing anyone else, "what just happened?"
"Divide and conquer," said Gale though a mouthful of ham sandwich. It was getting close to dinner time, but neither the sailor nor the civilian was willing to leave the bunker, even if they weren't doing more than watching.
"Huh?" Crowning folded his arms, glancing back at the map where both Jersey's girls and Nagato's girls were in two very distinct, very divided groups.
"Not them," said Gale, gulping down her impromptu lunch. "Planes."
Crowning bit the corner of his lip, "You lost me."
"Princess has way to fucking many planes," explained Gale, "even with Akagi and RJ spotting nothing but Reppus, there's no way they can hold the line. Not against everything at once."
Crowning nodded, patting himself down for his notepad. He was studying whenever he got the time, but he still knew painfully close to nothing about naval engagements. He wasn't gonna waste a prime opportunity to study up before Jersey got back. He needed some common ground beyond 'pie' to hold a real conversation after all.
"Okay, so…" Gale pointed to a coffee carafe sitting on the back table. "This is the princess. That-" she tapped the creamer, "is her CAP. The planes she's got in the air ready to go right this second."
Crowning scribbled furiously before offering another nod.
"This," Gale waved the box of sugar packets, "is her reserve air wing. Stuff that's on deck but not in the air." She turned back to Crowning, "When Nagato and Hammer showed up, they were the biggest threat, so the whole CAP ran off towards them."
"But…" Crowning scrambled for whatever shreds of naval knowledge he had, "the dreadnoughts can take torpedoes better?"
"Yeah," said Gale, "And they got the taffies and Shield's… well fighter shield at full strength."
"So…" Crowning drew circles in the air with the tip of his pen. The point was hovering somewhere right in front of his face… he just had to reach out and grasp it. "That lets us fight just their CAP with everything we've got."
"You got it!" said Gale, smiling as she offered a teasingly enthusiastic wink. not unlike the typical over-caffeinated children's show host. "With that many planes in the air, it'll be hard for the Princess's planes to set up good attack runs."
"And all the while…" Crowning paused. It wasn't quite a shot in the dark, but given his current level of nautical knowledge, he'd call it a shoot in the gloom. "Hammer's pounding the heavy battleship division, right."
"Yep. The heavies can't risk disengaging while Naggy and her girls are right there," said Gale as she took another bite of her sandwich.
"And the Princess's cap already dropped all their bombs," said Crowning, "so all it's got left to throw at J are the reserve planes?"
"And the battleship QRF."
"That too," Crowning shrugged, "It's still a lot for her to get through."
"Not enough to stop her," said Gale, smiling as she leaned in to give the professor a one-armed hug.
"Let's hope."
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"New Jersey," Akgai's sweet, friendly voice sang in Jersey's head, somehow audible over the roar of almost a quarter million American horses, twenty five-inchers, and nine of the best damn naval guns ever built. "You've got another squadron heading your way. Vectoring Reppus to cover."
"Yeah, I see 'em," said Jersey, squinting into the distance as her radar acquired the seething horde of fighters and bombers rolling her way. She lost count at forty, there were just too many contacts flying too close for her radar to crank out solid target tracks. All she could see was an enormous blob of flying malevolent fuckers screaming straight for her and her girls.
Not that she was the least bit worried. She had almost a hundred next-generation Jap carrier fighters flown by the best pilots the Kido Butai had ever produced flying topcover. She had two the terrible Akuze- Akiz- the AA destroyer twins watching the air with those super-fucking-high velocity ten-centimeter guns.
And she was a battleship with flak out the ass, and she had quite a nice, generous ass. Jersey was slinging more flak than certain countries.
"Yo, Akuzi!" growled the battleship, dispatching a burning Abyssal cruiser with a backhanded volley from her after turret.
"Akizuki," corrected the anti-aircraft destroyer, her extra-long-ass hyper velocity cannons scanning the sky as she effortlessly skimmed around shell splashes, her hull rolling hard enough to flash glimpses of her antiquating paint.
Jersey blinked. "Whatever, you ready to kick ass and take names?"
The little destroyer shook her head, "I'm afraid not," she said. "But Chou-10cm-Hou-chan is!" The animated turret in her fore mount waved its tiny flipper hand at Jersey, its barrels slewing around to point in a generally fuckhuge-mass-of-abyssal-planes-ward direction.
Akizuki smiled, giving her foremost turret a little kiss on its armored roof, "Chu chu!" Her turret… fucking blushed at the attention, its adorable little eye… hole things glancing away as it suddenly found the splintered clouds utterly entrancing.
Jersey shook the bizarre image out of her head, focusing herself on the matter at hand. "Yo, Akagi?"
"Hmm?" the Japanese carrier's voice purred though Jersey's head, sounding distinctly like every word had to run a blockade of instant noodles to reach the battleship.
"You got eyes on the princess?"
"Ahmm…" a pause, "I do now."
"How's her deck looking?"
"Uhmm…" a slurp of noddles, "maybe half a dozen fighters on CAP," said Akagi, "Everything else is either headed your way or landing for resupply."
"Copy that," said Jersey, almost absentmindedly rippling off a perfect broadside at an abyssal fast-battleship, bracketing it with towering pillars of spray. "Bonecrusher flight," she smiled at the call sign. Such a fucking cool name. "You there?"
"That's afirm, Jersey," came a drawl that somehow managed to be both lazily relaxed and perilously tense, "What can the US Air Force do for ya?
"You know that fuck-huge iceberg?" said Jersey, matching his tone with an equally bored drone of her own. She even managed a pouty teenage sigh as she tore a battleship's superstructure to shreds with a volley of high-explosive shells.
"I do indeed, miss."
"Make it go away."
A small laugh echoed though Jersey's radio room. "Sure thing, miss."
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SaltyWaffles
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I'm rather surprised that a massive, artificial airfield the size of...what, half a dozen fleet carriers?...isn't loaded with considerably more than 150 aircraft. Though, I suppose they are larger, heavier aircraft, and there's the lack of extra decks to serve as hangars....
EDIT: And I wish multiquote was more flexible. It'd make pointing out typos and grammatical mistakes (and corrections) a lot easier and faster.
Question: Shouldn't the B-52s have some escort fighters? There is still an Abyssal CAP up, after all. And sending unescorted B-52s into contested skies strikes me as going against USAF doctrine.
EDIT: And I wish multiquote was more flexible. It'd make pointing out typos and grammatical mistakes (and corrections) a lot easier and faster.
Question: Shouldn't the B-52s have some escort fighters? There is still an Abyssal CAP up, after all. And sending unescorted B-52s into contested skies strikes me as going against USAF doctrine.
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Uh...question. If the B-52s are modern spec, hunting an Iceberg defended by hundreds of Sea Hurricanes...can the Hurricane's even catch the B-52s? I mean, the Hurricane was noted for good low altitude performance but that dropped off sharply as they climbed...
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San Fran : Time for Frisco's Editing and Suggestions Corner! If there are any mistakes I've missed, please add to it!
San Fran : It's a bit repetitive here... could you perhaps reword it so that you don't use the word 'churning' twice in the same sentence?
San Fran : I think there's a comma missing between 'thuggish brutes' and 'not skilled samurai'.
(Comment) San Fran : Aww, that's really cute of Nagato.
San Fran : Should 'reppus' be capitalized? I think you did so later in the update, so I think this one was one you just missed.
Oh, and 'to' should be changed to 'too'.
San Fran : A missing space here?
San Fran : CAP is not capitalized here.
San Fran : Missing period here.
San Fran : As I mentioned earlier, 'Reppus' was capitalized here, so I think that the aforementioned error was just you missing it. You have a missing comma in Akagi's dialogue, though.
San Fran : Should this be italicized, or not?
(Comment) San Fran : Oh, Jer, never change.
And I think that's it! If there's any that I've missed, feel free to add it on. I want to see this to be the best it can be, and I don't want people whining about the grammar or punctuation, so I'm going to weed out as much errors as possible!
San Fran : It's a bit repetitive here... could you perhaps reword it so that you don't use the word 'churning' twice in the same sentence?
San Fran : I think there's a comma missing between 'thuggish brutes' and 'not skilled samurai'.
(Comment) San Fran : Aww, that's really cute of Nagato.
San Fran : Should 'reppus' be capitalized? I think you did so later in the update, so I think this one was one you just missed.
Oh, and 'to' should be changed to 'too'.
San Fran : A missing space here?
San Fran : CAP is not capitalized here.
San Fran : Missing period here.
San Fran : As I mentioned earlier, 'Reppus' was capitalized here, so I think that the aforementioned error was just you missing it. You have a missing comma in Akagi's dialogue, though.
San Fran : Should this be italicized, or not?
(Comment) San Fran : Oh, Jer, never change.
And I think that's it! If there's any that I've missed, feel free to add it on. I want to see this to be the best it can be, and I don't want people whining about the grammar or punctuation, so I'm going to weed out as much errors as possible!
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Gale: You'd think so, but no. We lost the Stennis because ... well, shipgirl bullshit goes both ways. Zeros shouldn't give Hornets a run for their money, but they do.
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Can't we pull our reserve F-4s from the boneyard, if the situation is that bad, we should literally be having every air national guard guy flying weekly shifts at the minimum, we have enough pilots from Texas alone to fill up 10 squadrons of F-16/F4s/F-15As if we just need home guard pilots in not the most advanced fighters
SaltyWaffles
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How does that even work? Zeros shouldn't even be able to catch Hornets, let alone keep them in gun-range long enough. And how do they deal with heat-seeking, proximity-detonating missiles?
EDIT: And frankly, if these magic Zeros can out-dogfight an F-18, then the magic aircraft launched from carrier shipgirls would have to be just as nonsensically fast, maneuverable, and powerful to keep up with them. And that would mean that carrier shipgirls are suddenly vastly more powerful than battleship shipgirls (well, more than they already are, state-of-the-art American BBs not included), because their offensive, defensive, and utility capabilities just got buffed to all hell.
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Hell, the evolved sea sparrows should be able to defend Stennis, its cruiser group should be there, that's magic bullshit at the point of "salt the damn earth, evac everyone in Orions, and go all Alternative 5.
Leafninja91
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Repeat after me. "Magical Shipgirl Bullshit"
SaltyWaffles
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Read the rest of my post.
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- 'Murica
MSSB/leveling effect. Zeros were high-quality fighters in their time, just like the Hornet's a high-quality fighter in its. Throwing them into a fight together will the same result as throwing Hornets against a similar number of peer opponents. (Or similar number of Zeros against their peer opponents.)
Also, as has been mentioned a few times before. Tech-based seekers don't work reliably against anything abyssal.
That takes time. The Air Force gremlins are hard at work getting every plane they can get their hands on in the air, but it's not a quick process.
How good are sea-sparrows when their trajectory is purely eyeballed. Could you guarantee hits using nothing more than a reflector gunsight to aim them? SACLOS might work to guide missiles onto target, but anything more automated is gonna be all but useless. Regardless, it took more than just an airstrike to kill the CVN and her battlegroup. The airstrike was just the final killing blow.
SaltyWaffles
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So...then the USAF should be looking into restarting production of F-86 Sabres, or even honest-to-god P-51 Mustangs and training pilots to fly them again? It'd be one way to keep up with the logistics and numbers while keeping the costs quite low. Outfit them with modern radio/comms gear, GPS, and give the pilots G-suits?
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Actually, for the record, laser and optical gudiance are used for terminal and final defenses because EW ironically has made them more useful. (also with a carrier down besides thousands dead and billions in losses, I'm shocked the middle east hasn't collapsed into Greater Iran and China hasn't consumed every island if they aren't bleeding for oil).
Its just the implications of this are even worse than a nuclear war, in that without Pax Amerciana, the world's political situation is starting to resemble a mid 90s tom clancy novel, and I don't think modern civilization could handle this sort of dramatic shock.
Also, we already have the OV-10 as our low fighter, or the tactical Cesnas as another low cost jet (or we could mass produce jet/prop trainers, since the lines are still active)
Its just the implications of this are even worse than a nuclear war, in that without Pax Amerciana, the world's political situation is starting to resemble a mid 90s tom clancy novel, and I don't think modern civilization could handle this sort of dramatic shock.
Also, we already have the OV-10 as our low fighter, or the tactical Cesnas as another low cost jet (or we could mass produce jet/prop trainers, since the lines are still active)
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The only problem I have with this theory is that it makes all the effort of building cutting edge fighters useless, so why are people not crapping out P-51s and the like? It would be much cheaper and quicker to build 1940s fighters that apparently would have the same usefulness as a F-35. As a battleship focused story this kind of skates around this, but still it's still strange.
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SaltyWaffles
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Well, you'd simply run into other problems.
Firstly, you're vastly underestimating Israel and vastly overestimating Iran. Also: don't forget about Egypt, Saudi Arabia, etc.
As for China? Russia's still around, as are Australia, India, Pakistan, South Korea, and many others. Also, Japan and Taiwan. Japan happens to have magic bullshit shipgirls of their own--a lot of them.
And let's not forget: America still has other ways of projecting power across the Pacific that aren't reliant on its Navy. Not many of them, sure, but they exist. B-2s are nothing to laugh at, for instance, and the US has military bases in Japan.
Also, how is China going to consume islands in the Pacific with Abyssals going around? That's not just risky; it's expensive. Right now, islands in the Pacific are a liability.
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Laser and Optical guidance (along with radar) still sorta work, but nowhere near as well as they should. Think... early 50's level of accuracy or worse. The only guidance system that's guaranteed to work is an actual human eyeball actually looking at the target.
Beacuse P-51s are crappy fighters by today's standards. If you put a fighter that was stellar in its day (Zero) against a fighter that's terrible in its day (modern-production P-51) the former will win. I haven't touched on the exact mechanics specifically to give myself a little narrative wiggle room here. But I'm going for the idea that modern fighters can still pull out wins if the pilots know what they're doing.
Basically this. Once the abyssals started showing up around Japan, China basically lolnope'd out of the Pacific. Their navy just isn't capable of taking on the abyssal horde. And that's before factoring in the vast number of battleships, cruisers, and destroyers the JMSDF suddenly has at their disposal.
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I belive the whole "monster ship-thingies trying to kill us all" and "Magical Shipgirls what." things are... *ahem* somewhat bigger concerns on that front and likely keeping things roughly the same.
edit: danged submarines.
but yeah, I kinda figured the Abyssals would be something of a major force in terms of shaping the political landscape.
edit: danged submarines.
but yeah, I kinda figured the Abyssals would be something of a major force in terms of shaping the political landscape.
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