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Um, why does everybody in this story want to bang someone else? I mean, even though it's perfectly natural, everyone doing it at the same time sounds... a bit weird.
 
Sanguine said:
Um, why does everybody in this story want to bang someone else? I mean, even though it's perfectly natural, everyone doing it at the same time sounds... a bit weird.
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It's mostly the boats who are growing amorous. Kinda happens when you're something that was crewed by hundreds, if not thousands, of young men who are barely past adolescence.
 
Sanguine said:
Um, why does everybody in this story want to bang someone else? I mean, even though it's perfectly natural, everyone doing it at the same time sounds... a bit weird.
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It's a bit of fanon, since the girls are gestalts of their crews memories, and the crews were a bunch of horny sailors, the girls tend to have rather passionate personalities. Tosa on the other hand may be trying some sort of disturbing breeding program.
 
Always Late said:
How do you say "Part of the ship, part of the crew" in Japanese?
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Google Translate says 'Fune no ichibu, norikumiin no ichibu.' (Moon runes: 船の一部、乗組員の一部。) Looks pretty legit to me.

LadyPearl said:
Cravings, sweet lovely cravings! Sweet pain in the ass cravings! Sweet MOTHERFUCKING MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY cravings! Being a girl is so hard sometimes...
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I was the oldest out of seven children so I've borne witness first-hand to this phenomenon. That, and along with the myriad other experiences I've had with housework and child care, the woman that decides that I'm actually worth marrying is in for some very pleasant surprises.

LadyPearl said:
I can't decide if I should be disturbed or intrigued on by Tosa's little display.
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I believe the reaction you're searching for is this:


And yes, very much agreed.

Rampantfury said:
Just wait till she's old enough to start dating. I pity the poor guy who'll have to earn not only the approval of the dad-miral but the mom boats as well!
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You say that like she isn't going to have good taste in that matter. She strikes me as the sort of young girl who is going to grow up and be comfortably between 'Touch me, turn me on, and burn me down' and 'Mama said knock you out'. She will know what she wants, and have no qualms at all about getting it, but she is not going to put up with anyone's BS. Guys that are in it for fun won't interest her. She'll want the young man who's out on a mission (one who has a definite life goal) and is making no-BS strides in accomplishing their agenda.

(That one bit from the end of Pearl Harbor comes to mind, where President Roosevelt says, "I've always appreciated submarine captains. They don't have time for bullshit.")

The real fun is gonna be when she's old enough to be looking for a husband. Once all the eligible young JOs realize she's on the prowl, they'll run screaming for the hills. (Which Japan has plenty of!) She may have to settle for a Mustang because only someone with the mindset of the US Navy's enlisted will have the balls to tell their Admiral where to shove it.

I think I've said it before in this thread, but it bears repeating: even if it had to be worded courteously, I have personally witnessed my work center supervisor (an E-6) telling our Division CPO (E-7), DIVO (O-2), Dept. Head (O-3), XO (O-4), and CO (O-5) altogether that they need to get out of the gun mount and let us get to work. Yes. That's right. He told our entire chain of command on the ship to get out of the damn gun mount. :D

(For the curious: gun casualty during a training exercise - nothing serious, just that a hydraulic solenoid valve busted loose and we had to drain the hydraulic fluid from the lower-gun system to fix it. And everyone from the Captain on down was a fan of the Mk45 Gun. Except one or two of the VLS Techs, but eh. Fuck 'em. I came up with the brilliant idea of shoving a #2 Pencil into the leaking port to minimize cleanup.)
 
rdfox said:
You just duct tape the pencil into place so that if you have to activate it in an emergency, the pressure doesn't launch the pencil. :D
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Yeah, no

You don't seem to understand the pressure that system works under. A pinhole in the line under pressure can amputate limbs and sprayed like that is an explosive hazard
 
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    • I'm worn out from work, so have comedic cutes. And since I'm worn out, I'm writing this in first person.

    It's quicker that way :V


    "...you know, Sara, I wondered why you brought me here."

    I stood beside the battlecruiser, looking up at a big slab of metal. More specifically, the side of USS Lexington. For whatever reason, the Abyssals hadn't tried to sink her, like they had with Jersey. Perhaps they just didn't care. Or maybe after what happened with Jersey, the collective brain developed a conscience. One driven out of fear of reviving the Blue Ghost with a revenge streak, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

    Of course, the new missile mounts surrounding the ship and slapped wherever they could fit on her deck- and the deck could support them -might also have something to do with it.

    "I wanted to see my daughter." Sara's reply was soft, almost inaudible.

    "And that's why I stopped wondering." I placed a hand on her side, squeezing softly to let her know I was there.

    Her smile was bright when she looked over at me. "Thank you. I know this is a bit selfish, isn't it?"

    "Ehhhh."

    I stuck my hands behind my head, and looked up at Lexington. I wasn't quite sure how this carrier was Sara's daughter. But, I suppose, I also didn't understand the interrelationships of most of the ship girls. It was just as likely as Tiger being a Kongou. Or Arizona adopting a Japanese destroyer or something.

    Okay, maybe not quite that far. I don't even know how that could happen or work.

    Hiding a smile, I turned back to Sara and jerked my head towards the entrance ramp. "Shall we?"

    Lexington had been emptied for this visit, not that it was hard. Museum ship visits kinda dried up when it became apparent that the Abyssals had little qualms with blowing them to pieces. No one wanted to stick their necks out like that. Especially here, after the close raid by that Abyssal.

    Sara, meanwhile, squared her shoulders. She took in a deep breath, clearly steadying herself. "Right. I'm back, Lexie. I'm back."

    The two of us walked up into the aircraft carrier. The very welcoming aircraft carrier, set up specifically for Sara.

    I would soon regret my decisions.

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    "Sara? Where'd you go?"

    I didn't even realize when it had happened. One second, I was beside Sara. The next, I was alone. Alone and in deep darkness. It was like something out of some cliche movie. Except set aboard an old aircraft carrier. One that was deceptively empty. It was creepy.

    Here I thought Hornet was the haunted on---

    CRASH

    It would not be wrong to say I jumped as high as I ever had in my life. My head started spinning on a swivel, looking for any sign of what had happened. There was absolutely nothing that could have fallen. What in the world...okay. Okay. I was probably just imagining things. No one else was around, and the ship was just old. It might have been something as simple as metal creaking.

    Or so I told myself.

    'Who...are...'

    My head snapped around so quickly I could feel my joints twitching, "Who's there?!"

    There was no one. Just a flickering light, shining down on a dimly lit corridor.

    "Okay, this is officially not funny anymore!" I shouted out, hoping to get some sort of reaction.

    The only reaction I got was the hull creaking around me. Even though it was impossible, I felt as if the walls were squeezing in around me. The bulkheads getting tighter and tighter, as I began to walk away from where I was. Speed walking, actually. I needed to find Sara. That would help, right?

    Sara...where did you wander off to? Why am I stuck here alone?


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    A blissfully unaware Saratoga sat in Lexie's old Captain's quarters, smiling as she leaned against the bulkhead. It felt warm. As if she could feel her daughter's arms upon her shoulders, wrapped around her neck in a hug from behind.

    "Oh, Lexie...I missed you so much. You know that, right? We never got to see anyone who was still here." Sara's voice was soft. Nostalgic. "I know I'm not what you remember..."

    Despite worrying that Lexie would feel off, over the fact that she was once more a battlecruiser, Sara felt nothing but peace. The feeling of warmth tightened around her.

    And Sara smiled, leaning back into it. "You never did care, did you? You were the one who wanted me back then. I did everything I could to push you away, and you still..."

    Trailing off, Sara shut her eyes, leaned back her head...and smiled wider.

    "You know, I met someone so special. I don't know where he is right now, but you'd just love to meet him, I'm sure! And he'd love to meet you too!"
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    WHERE ARE YOU, SARA?!

    My footsteps had quickened to nearly a run, as I moved through darkened halls. Lights flickered all around me, and I could have sworn that there was the sound of someone chasing me. More than once, I caught a glimpse. Long hair. Blue dress. Blue-grey eyes narrowed to flints. Nothing more than a glimpse or two.

    A ghost?

    Or something a bit more normal, if it could ever be called that.

    "I'm sorry, Lexington! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!" I shouted out, hoping against hope that I was right.

    Maybe I was. If anything, the tight feeling got worse.

    "Seriously? Sara said that Lexie was nice!"

    And now I felt like someone was breathing down my next. Maybe using that nickname wasn't my smartest idea. I turned down another corridor, hoping to get away from the feeling. Or at least find Sara. Or a tour guide. Or a Marine manning one of those missile batteries. Anyone that could get this feeling off my back.

    Anything at all.

    It was then that I saw what looked like scratch marks in the walls behind me. Coming toward me.

    No one would ever accuse Daniel Stewart of being the bravest man in the world.

    And I would never tell anyone about the scream I let out, as I turned around...and ran right into Sara's chest.

    Oh sure, now she shows up...

    I felt a cold chill run down my back, even as a confused battlecruiser looked down at the man sandwiched in her bosom. Her head tilted to the side almost like a puppy, as she looked between me, and the hallway I had been running down. In any other situation, an adorably cute frown crossed her face. One of utter confusion.

    I wasn't exactly looking at it, between my face burning and the lingering fear.

    "Daniel...?" Sara's mouth worked the word slowly, her hands reaching down to pry me from the soft prison. "What in the world are you doing?"

    I didn't- couldn't -admit to what happened. And not just because I still felt like eyes were on my back. I just shook my head, "Uh...nothing. Nothing at all. Just got lost. You?"

    Sara tilted her head to the side, before a blinding smile replaced her look of confusion. "I had a great time! Lexie is doing well, and it was so nice to catch up with her. In fact..."

    While Sara jabbered beside me and practically dragged me off the ship, I couldn't shake the feeling. The feeling of looking behind me, and seeing a woman with silver hair and blue eyes, sitting in a chair. With a rifle propped in her lap and her finger tapping it in an ominous beat...
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    (I mean, I did say it was just a short little snip.

    Lexie the Overprotective Daughteru? :V)

    Probably would have been longer if I wasn't so bloody worn out, but hey. Comedy.    ​
     
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    • The Self Bullying is strong here.

    wait... if Lexie is like this... What's Illustrious gonna be like when she catches up with Mr. Stewart?
    I'm not the only one who remembers that right?
     
    Bahaha! That was good. Very good! XD

    Lexie is just a mite bit protective of mama it seems. Daniel has his work cut out for him. Meanwhile, I need to take notes from the daughter about scare tactics~
     
    Old Iron said:
    It is one idea of many floating around in the madness of mine mind.
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    Pray Tell, would one of those ideas be Capt-err I mean, admiral Irons suffering endless teasing from Battleship row hmm? :p:drevil:

    But seriously though, I do wonder what the next chapter you write will bring. But that last bit with Yams at the household certain does make for interesting times ahead. :D

    I bet Jane would instantly decide to call Yamato, Yamato-mama.:D:D:D

    Jrandom said:
    It's not Illustrious Daniel should be worried about. Stuff is really going to hit the fan when Victorious gets stateside.
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    True, I think to quote the words of Micheal J. Caboose, "Running Time!"

    Except there is no escape from a determined Brit boat. Just ask Jerjer in regards to that about Victory.
     
    rdfox said:
    You just duct tape the pencil into place so that if you have to activate it in an emergency, the pressure doesn't launch the pencil. :D
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    That particular solenoid controlled the indexing drive for the Mk45's loader drum. It's a hydraulic cylinder that operates in two directions, rotating the drum one cell at a time. There is no direct line from the magazine to the gun itself. It has two seperate ammo hoists - one between the magazine and the drum, and another one three cells over between the drum and the gun.

    No index drive, no shootey-shootey. And hand loading is only an option if you're using mechanically set fuses. All gun techs keep at least two fuse setter wrenches in their gun mount just in case. But the automatic mechanical/electronic fuse setter is much faster. It literally takes about one second to do its job.

    The captain wanted his gun to fire. And dammit, we were gonna give it to him even though it's practically an all-day thing to drain the lower gun system and then refill it.

    Fun fact: my Workcenter Supervisor would have sat there making like the Little Dutch Boy the entire time we were draining the system if I hadn't come up with that idea. I had a reputation in the division as one helluvan odd duck (though nowhere nearly as odd as some of the ETs and STs) but damn if I didn't pull some clever shit out of my ass. And they fucking appreciated that about me.

    Rajvik_wolfboy said:
    Yeah, no

    You don't seem to understand the pressure that system works under. A pinhole in the line under pressure can amputate limbs and sprayed like that is an explosive hazard
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    Eh, wasn't so bad with our system. It operated at about 1600 psi, give or take a few hundred when actually operating under load. (That is, with live ammo.)
     
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