Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Why am I getting broken image links?
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Because it's hard to upload images on mobile sometimes. Is fixed now.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
I will need to discuss with the lady in question. On one hand I really like AL!Ari. On the other, she's not BB!Ari...As long as she's got those garters and pencil skirt wewthat sounds just fine.
Mmm... internal debate rages.
This...is agreeable.
Muscovfefe
FREUDE SCHÖNER GÖTTERFUNKEN
- Location
- An Island
Eh, I've always liked the slim depiction of Arizona.
Also unrelated question, is it possible to stuff a Kirov-like nuclear generator on a Standard(Pennsylvania class, preferably) ?
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Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
No. That would require tearing out everything remotely related to the power plant and propulsion. At that point, you're better off just making a new ship.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
It's simple.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Pretty much. It's probably the equivalent of a heart transplant. Only you're also replacing most of the circulatory system at the same time. It's... really not feasible in the realm of upgrades unfortunately.
A Pennsylvania-class built from the ground up with a nuclear reactor however, might be possible.
You. I like the way you think. Not sure if Ari does. But I do. XD
Muscovfefe
FREUDE SCHÖNER GÖTTERFUNKEN
- Location
- An Island
Well darn. Here I thought I could make a Standard be able to compete with a commie Iowa.
(I was thinking of making an alternate history BelaBatt where Arizona(and some other US ships) was sold to the Polish-Lithuanian-Muscovite Commonwealth which has managed to survive into the 20th century fighting a cold war against a US that turned Communist in the 30s.)
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Nani the hell are you on about?
Muscovfefe
FREUDE SCHÖNER GÖTTERFUNKEN
- Location
- An Island
Yeah, it's probably a little too unrealistic. (then again that was just me trying to make sense out of my previous CK2 to Hoi4 megacampaign.)
Although it's probably derailing at this point so I'll stop here.
If WW1 never happened, it would be plausible, simply because Great Depression. Socialism and strong State Control on Business were thriving on this era.
...Of course, if you like to discuss more, I suggest make a PM involving me.
HolyDragoon
Call Gespenst!
- Location
- Portugal
It wouldn't be possible, unless you really wanted to break that bank, or you had this stupid treaty that absolutely forbid construction of military ships with that tonnage. Even then, you'd be breaking the bank for something that might not be really doable for reasons besides nuke powerplant.
Muscovfefe
FREUDE SCHÖNER GÖTTERFUNKEN
- Location
- An Island
Funny enough, I actually kinda want to expand this into a hoi4 mod once I have the time.
But yes, this would be better discussed in PMs.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
And there's another update from JMPer on SB. Either he's builtup a backlog or he's writing almost as fast as @Harry Leferts.
- Location
- Somewhere
Wonder if he tried to wait out the ban, then just said "fuck it, Imma post stuff"
More seriously, this one wasn't a big story update, just a short bit of waffy fluff.
- Location
- Vancouver WA United States
Zoomie Shenanigans: Back of the Dime
Canadian Coast Guard Station-Louisburg NS
The summoning circle was lit as it always was right before a scheduled attempt. The war against the Abyssals had been raging for over a year now. The Americans were reeling, the Canadian fleet was decimated. Their only hope now was in these kanmusu. Japan had begun the effort 2 months earlier. England had its first successful summoning 1 week after that. And their fleet of shipgirls was now taking up the slack in the Atlantic. Canada had to find a way to do its part. That's why Louisburg was going to be the first Canadian station to summon a shipgirl. Admiral Hays would see to it!
The band struck up a song. They had many choices. Canada had produced some fine singers in its time. But the band leader, a Lunenburg native, chose Stan Rodgers. "Once again with the tide she slips her lines, turns her head and comes awake..."
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She was an icon, lost and forgotten
So loved was she, she became a symbol of her nation. Stamped upon its currency forever!
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"...Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?"
The circle remained empty but there was an electric charge in the air and Hays could feel something about to happen. The band began to file out, disappointed that their efforts were for naught but Hays told them to wait. He stared at the back of the summoning pool, something was definitely happening. The water was beginning to froth like an angry sea. A wind picked up despite the fact that the chamber was indoors.
Then, almost in unison two figures appeared. They were running, legs fully stretched as they made a beeline across the pool, churning up the surface. One of them bounded up onto the ledge just in front of the other one and was in no hesitation to cry out her victory. "Beat you again T-bone." She laughed.
The other girl was grumbling something as she joined her. "Don't forget I can beat you. You just got lucky this time."
"Lucky?! You were brand new then, I was a waterlogged hampered down old scow coming of a grounding... I don't think the tea races count!" The first one sniped.
"Oh so now you admit it." The other, T-bone, grinned.
The first one's face flushed red and before she could give the Yank a good old fashioned scolding Hays cleared his throat. The two ships seemed to realize they had an audience and put their argument aside. Now that they were standing still, Hays had the chance to study them. The first one was clearly Canadian, if the maple leaf pin in her hair was anything to go by. She had blue streaked white locks that were flapping about but Hays could see little fairies scurrying around and working to reel the strands back in. "Must be a sail girl and that must be her sails." Hays thought. She wore simple clothes. A turtleneck sweater and rainproof pants. A pair of good ol' fisherman's boots completed the picture.
The other girl, who went by the name or nickname perhaps, T-bone, was about the same size as her companion. She had the same lean muscular frame but wore the uniform of a US Coast Guard commander. Appropriately modified for her sex. What was it with shipgirls and short, scandalous skirts. At least this one was a bit longer than the Japanese's girls. Her blond hair was pulled back under her cap. Seeing the stars on Hays' collar she reflexively snapped to attention. Her companion, the faster ship, not wanting to be outdone, did the same. Both saluted the Admiral who returned it. "Report." He ordered.
"USCGC Gertrude L. Theabaud (WPY-386)!" The Yank cried. "Ready to serve, Admiral!"
Hays was already staring at the other girl. There was no doubt now who she was. If Theabaud was here, then so was...
"Canadian fishing and racing champion schooner Bluenose reporting sir! Just point me towards that starting line!"
The summoning chamber was in an uproar almost before she'd even finished her sentence.
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A pretty young woman wondered the streets of Lunenburg, seemingly with no direction but Bluenose knew exactly where she was going as she made her way down Duke towards the waterfront. Almost directly in front of her was the hull of her daughter. Bluenose II was being readied for a trip to the states. Now that Canada had figured out the art of summoning, papers needed to be sent. Their neighbors to the south had a lot more ingredients to spare once Canada gave them the recipe. Bluenose II was the fastest ship in the Canadian merchant fleet. A fact well known despite the fact she never officially raced to prove it! Bluenose was still proud of her daughter though. She'd earned her place in Canada's hall of fame and no doubt would be covered with escorts for this short trip to Gloucester. Even from this distance, Bluenose could feel her gaze on her.
She looked around her and feeling a bit mischievous, triggered her foghorn. "GOOD LUCK SWEETIE!"
A single long blast echoed across town and a few people winced but the sea faring town was used to the noise and no one cowered. Her hidden smile became a full fledged grin as she heard Bluenose II reply. Three short blasts were heard. "THANK YOU MOTHER!"
Bluenose grinned and made a right turn into the Rum Runner. The pup was a favorite amongst tourists and sailors alike being so close to the warf and Nova Scotia's star attraction. There was no doubts she would find him here.
Sure enough, she saw him in a booth next to the window. A perfect spot to watch as Bluenose II left the harbor. Bluenose let her eyes wonder over him. Wayne Walters bore some resemblance to his famous grandfather. They had the same broad shoulders and piercing eyes. As he was alone, the schooner had no problem sliding into the booth across from him.
So focused was he on staring at his ship that he was startled by the woman now sitting across from him. "Hello miss. Can I help you?"
"That depends." Bluenose deliberately made her voice as sultry as possible and delighted in how his eyes widened. She laughed. "Nah, I'm not here for that. Just messing with you." She grinned.
"So what are you here for?" He asked.
"You're not going with her?" She tilted her head in the direction of the schooner tied up at the wharf, loading nearly complete. She was almost ready to set sail.
"I've got stacks of paperwork to handle. Damn authorities want to review everything! Watson's got her handled. He's a good man." He replied.
"That he is. But your better." She turned her gaze back to her daughter. "She wants you to come."
"How would you know that?" If he was surprised or thinking that this woman was crazy for saying his ship could speak he didn't show it.
"I talked to her." Bluenose shrugged.
"You talked to her." Wayne deadpanned. "Wait, was that what those foghorns were? You were talking?!"
"How else are we going to communicate. She doesn't have a mouth you know. At least, not yet!" She replied and boy was that a scary thought because if what Wayne had heard around town about these shipgirls, and how much Bluenose II seemed to use her foghorn these days she'd likely chat his ear off.
"She likes you! And I take her to be a good judge of character so go on. She ain't gonna leave the dock without you." Bluenose said.
They both ended up watching as the lines were untied, the engines turned over but Bluenose II wouldn't budge. The crew tried reversing the engine, they tried powering it forward, and nothing! She wasn't moving an inch!
Wayne ran outside, determined to give his crew a good reeming out although Captain Phil Watson was way ahead of him. Bluenose could hear his rants from here and nodded appreciatively. Likewise her daughter was snickering. She was enjoying her misbehavior and the captain's colorful words made for good entertainment as well.
Wayne turned his attention away from the commotion for a moment to look at the woman beside him. "Let me get this straight. If I go along there won't be any problems?" He asked.
"Nope! Well, the foghorns might be a bit more common but let her have her fun." She shrugged.
"And you know this will work how?" He asked, still slightly skeptical. He should've been frightened away by her grin but he hadn't spent enough time around shipgirls to know what that grin meant.
"Come now Wayne don't you know? A good mother always knows what's best for her children." She replied, taking pleasure in the way his jaw dropped. She winked. "Go on, get going! And take good care of her or I'll want to know the reason why. Now shoo!" She gave him a kick in the shins and even her measly wind powered muscles were still stronger than anything a human could take. He stumbled and took off running down the dock.
As soon as he was aboard it was magic and Bluenose II backed gently away from her dock, sails billowing out almost of their own accord. As she made the turn out to open sea her foghorns sounded again, the tone was strangely cheerful. Back on the dock, her mother grinned. "YOU'RE WELCOME SWEETIE. BE SAFE OUT THERE!"
The daughter's answer made her mother both grin and roll her eyes with equal fondness. Like mother, like daughter indeed!
Canadian Coast Guard Station-Louisburg NS
The summoning circle was lit as it always was right before a scheduled attempt. The war against the Abyssals had been raging for over a year now. The Americans were reeling, the Canadian fleet was decimated. Their only hope now was in these kanmusu. Japan had begun the effort 2 months earlier. England had its first successful summoning 1 week after that. And their fleet of shipgirls was now taking up the slack in the Atlantic. Canada had to find a way to do its part. That's why Louisburg was going to be the first Canadian station to summon a shipgirl. Admiral Hays would see to it!
The band struck up a song. They had many choices. Canada had produced some fine singers in its time. But the band leader, a Lunenburg native, chose Stan Rodgers. "Once again with the tide she slips her lines, turns her head and comes awake..."
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She was an icon, lost and forgotten
She was the flagship of her fleet
She was born to be a champion.She was bred to beat the best
She beat them all! The Ford, the Elsie, and the Theabaud too!She defeated the greatest racing schooner of all time!
With her beloved captain by her side, nothing could stop them except the finish line!So respected was she, she became the flagship of her nation's coastal defense!
So loved was she, she became a symbol of her nation. Stamped upon its currency forever!
She could hear the call and she would answer!
She was born to win and she would answer the call.Not for herself, but for her country!
For glory, for the victory, for her beloved captain! .................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"...Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?"
The circle remained empty but there was an electric charge in the air and Hays could feel something about to happen. The band began to file out, disappointed that their efforts were for naught but Hays told them to wait. He stared at the back of the summoning pool, something was definitely happening. The water was beginning to froth like an angry sea. A wind picked up despite the fact that the chamber was indoors.
Then, almost in unison two figures appeared. They were running, legs fully stretched as they made a beeline across the pool, churning up the surface. One of them bounded up onto the ledge just in front of the other one and was in no hesitation to cry out her victory. "Beat you again T-bone." She laughed.
The other girl was grumbling something as she joined her. "Don't forget I can beat you. You just got lucky this time."
"Lucky?! You were brand new then, I was a waterlogged hampered down old scow coming of a grounding... I don't think the tea races count!" The first one sniped.
"Oh so now you admit it." The other, T-bone, grinned.
The first one's face flushed red and before she could give the Yank a good old fashioned scolding Hays cleared his throat. The two ships seemed to realize they had an audience and put their argument aside. Now that they were standing still, Hays had the chance to study them. The first one was clearly Canadian, if the maple leaf pin in her hair was anything to go by. She had blue streaked white locks that were flapping about but Hays could see little fairies scurrying around and working to reel the strands back in. "Must be a sail girl and that must be her sails." Hays thought. She wore simple clothes. A turtleneck sweater and rainproof pants. A pair of good ol' fisherman's boots completed the picture.
The other girl, who went by the name or nickname perhaps, T-bone, was about the same size as her companion. She had the same lean muscular frame but wore the uniform of a US Coast Guard commander. Appropriately modified for her sex. What was it with shipgirls and short, scandalous skirts. At least this one was a bit longer than the Japanese's girls. Her blond hair was pulled back under her cap. Seeing the stars on Hays' collar she reflexively snapped to attention. Her companion, the faster ship, not wanting to be outdone, did the same. Both saluted the Admiral who returned it. "Report." He ordered.
"USCGC Gertrude L. Theabaud (WPY-386)!" The Yank cried. "Ready to serve, Admiral!"
Hays was already staring at the other girl. There was no doubt now who she was. If Theabaud was here, then so was...
"Canadian fishing and racing champion schooner Bluenose reporting sir! Just point me towards that starting line!"
The summoning chamber was in an uproar almost before she'd even finished her sentence.
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A pretty young woman wondered the streets of Lunenburg, seemingly with no direction but Bluenose knew exactly where she was going as she made her way down Duke towards the waterfront. Almost directly in front of her was the hull of her daughter. Bluenose II was being readied for a trip to the states. Now that Canada had figured out the art of summoning, papers needed to be sent. Their neighbors to the south had a lot more ingredients to spare once Canada gave them the recipe. Bluenose II was the fastest ship in the Canadian merchant fleet. A fact well known despite the fact she never officially raced to prove it! Bluenose was still proud of her daughter though. She'd earned her place in Canada's hall of fame and no doubt would be covered with escorts for this short trip to Gloucester. Even from this distance, Bluenose could feel her gaze on her.
She looked around her and feeling a bit mischievous, triggered her foghorn. "GOOD LUCK SWEETIE!"
A single long blast echoed across town and a few people winced but the sea faring town was used to the noise and no one cowered. Her hidden smile became a full fledged grin as she heard Bluenose II reply. Three short blasts were heard. "THANK YOU MOTHER!"
Bluenose grinned and made a right turn into the Rum Runner. The pup was a favorite amongst tourists and sailors alike being so close to the warf and Nova Scotia's star attraction. There was no doubts she would find him here.
Sure enough, she saw him in a booth next to the window. A perfect spot to watch as Bluenose II left the harbor. Bluenose let her eyes wonder over him. Wayne Walters bore some resemblance to his famous grandfather. They had the same broad shoulders and piercing eyes. As he was alone, the schooner had no problem sliding into the booth across from him.
So focused was he on staring at his ship that he was startled by the woman now sitting across from him. "Hello miss. Can I help you?"
"That depends." Bluenose deliberately made her voice as sultry as possible and delighted in how his eyes widened. She laughed. "Nah, I'm not here for that. Just messing with you." She grinned.
"So what are you here for?" He asked.
"You're not going with her?" She tilted her head in the direction of the schooner tied up at the wharf, loading nearly complete. She was almost ready to set sail.
"I've got stacks of paperwork to handle. Damn authorities want to review everything! Watson's got her handled. He's a good man." He replied.
"That he is. But your better." She turned her gaze back to her daughter. "She wants you to come."
"How would you know that?" If he was surprised or thinking that this woman was crazy for saying his ship could speak he didn't show it.
"I talked to her." Bluenose shrugged.
"You talked to her." Wayne deadpanned. "Wait, was that what those foghorns were? You were talking?!"
"How else are we going to communicate. She doesn't have a mouth you know. At least, not yet!" She replied and boy was that a scary thought because if what Wayne had heard around town about these shipgirls, and how much Bluenose II seemed to use her foghorn these days she'd likely chat his ear off.
"She likes you! And I take her to be a good judge of character so go on. She ain't gonna leave the dock without you." Bluenose said.
They both ended up watching as the lines were untied, the engines turned over but Bluenose II wouldn't budge. The crew tried reversing the engine, they tried powering it forward, and nothing! She wasn't moving an inch!
Wayne ran outside, determined to give his crew a good reeming out although Captain Phil Watson was way ahead of him. Bluenose could hear his rants from here and nodded appreciatively. Likewise her daughter was snickering. She was enjoying her misbehavior and the captain's colorful words made for good entertainment as well.
Wayne turned his attention away from the commotion for a moment to look at the woman beside him. "Let me get this straight. If I go along there won't be any problems?" He asked.
"Nope! Well, the foghorns might be a bit more common but let her have her fun." She shrugged.
"And you know this will work how?" He asked, still slightly skeptical. He should've been frightened away by her grin but he hadn't spent enough time around shipgirls to know what that grin meant.
"Come now Wayne don't you know? A good mother always knows what's best for her children." She replied, taking pleasure in the way his jaw dropped. She winked. "Go on, get going! And take good care of her or I'll want to know the reason why. Now shoo!" She gave him a kick in the shins and even her measly wind powered muscles were still stronger than anything a human could take. He stumbled and took off running down the dock.
As soon as he was aboard it was magic and Bluenose II backed gently away from her dock, sails billowing out almost of their own accord. As she made the turn out to open sea her foghorns sounded again, the tone was strangely cheerful. Back on the dock, her mother grinned. "YOU'RE WELCOME SWEETIE. BE SAFE OUT THERE!"
The daughter's answer made her mother both grin and roll her eyes with equal fondness. Like mother, like daughter indeed!
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Ever since someone (I forget who) posted the link to that song by Daughtry and said (correctly, I might add) that it would be the perfect theme for this fic, I've been trying to create a cast list for the characters. Oddly enough, I've managed to find people to fit all the Japanese parts, but I'm struggling with some of the U.S. Navy shipgirls. Here's a list of who I can't think of people for...anyone got any ideas?
Sasebo
Albie
Archie
Bremerton
Bowers
Wash
Heermann
Johnston
Hoel
Sammy B.
White
Mo
Wisky
Nevada
Okie
Tennessee
Cali
Maryland
WeeVee
Gulf Coast
Stewart
Sasebo
Albie
Archie
Bremerton
Bowers
Wash
Heermann
Johnston
Hoel
Sammy B.
White
Mo
Wisky
Nevada
Okie
Tennessee
Cali
Maryland
WeeVee
Gulf Coast
Stewart
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Hate to break it to you, but Bowers is fully human.
- Location
- Vancouver WA United States
But she's like super awesome ninja yeoman or something! How can she be just human?!