- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Nothing that a Delta flight from Tokyo to Chicago to Cleveland and a rental car can't fix, with assistance from the Red Cross. Now if Ashigara wants to come along, that does complicate things.
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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
Nothing that a Delta flight from Tokyo to Chicago to Cleveland and a rental car can't fix, with assistance from the Red Cross. Now if Ashigara wants to come along, that does complicate things.
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Given the wartime scenario, civilian air traffic is pretty much nonexistant, between the threat that Abyssals might try and blow planes out of the sky, and the fact that the jet fuel they need is best used elsewhere. It's either a C-17 flight to Wright-Patterson or Toledo Express, or one to one of the west coast airbases and presumably
either a rental, a truck, or a train from there.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
He knows better than to go AWOL, and on top of that his Hungry Wolf can't come with him that far inland, and if he went AWOL they wouldn't let him see her again.
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
Even in wartme, MAC doesn't have enough C-17s to fly all the stuff needed to where it needs to go. That's why DOD contracts with the civilian air fleet. Heck, FedEx's air fleet can fly at least 75% of the cargo needed, while Delta, USAir and American can move all the personnel needed. It's what they've been doing daily for decades. Let's make use of all that experience and expertise. Except for exclusively military and classified cargo and personnel, I don't think MAC can move people and cargo more efficiently. Heck, a 787 can move 85% of the personnel a C-17 can and use only 2/3 of the fuel.
As for Abyssals intercepting civilian air traffic, the Abyssal aircraft don't seem to be able to operate too far from the coastline or seem to bother civilian air space. And to be honest, a C-17 isn't going to be able to evade or out manuver Abyssal fighters any better than a 787 or A-340.
As for Abyssals intercepting civilian air traffic, the Abyssal aircraft don't seem to be able to operate too far from the coastline or seem to bother civilian air space. And to be honest, a C-17 isn't going to be able to evade or out manuver Abyssal fighters any better than a 787 or A-340.
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Omake: Hunt for Graf (Spee)
Lady Darkhound
Haha, tanks!
- Location
- My very own personal hell
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Hunt for the Abyssal Graf Spee
Part 3
"... Intrepid?" Exeter asked the sobbing form. Her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Intrepid. The destroyer just looked up, her foggy blue eyes meeting Exeter's before more tears welled up and she shoved her face back into Exeter's chest.
"What's wrong, Intrepid?" the heavy cruiser asked, lightly patting Intrepid's back as she sobbed. The destroyer's return while she was supposed to be with Dreadnought indicated a few different possibilities in Exeter's mind, and she couldn't help at all if she didn't know for certain.
"I- I don't wa-want you to g-go…" Intrepid choked out. "P-please don't go…"
Exeter's heart melted slightly as she heard Intrepid's pleading tone. "I'm right here Intrepid. I'm right here."
For a long minute they just stood there, Intrepid clinging dearly to Exeter, sobbing all the while. The cruiser's mind churned, trying to come up with a way to tell Intrepid that she had to go. Nothing satisfactory came to mind.
Once Intrepid's tears died down, Exeter carefully pried the destroyer's arms off of her and kneeled so that she and Intrepid were at eye level. Intrepid's foggy blue eyes, still bearing the damage from her ruined bridge, met Exeter's emerald eyes.
"I need to talk to you about something." Exeter began softly. "Would you like to sit on the bed while we talk?"
Intrepid nodded, her quivering lip showing just how close to tears she was. Together, the two shipgirls walked over to the bed, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room. The destroyer hopped up onto the bed and let her feet dangle slightly while Exeter pulled the chair from her desk over.
Facing Intrepid like this, Exeter wasn't sure this was the best way to handle the upcoming conversation. Doubts of how poorly the destroyer would handle this called out to her, but she silenced them. This was the course she had set, and she would sail it through calm seas or heavy storms.
"I was given a mission while you were off with Miss Dreadnought." Exeter began. Intrepid's face was near instantly a mix of surprise, shock, and terror. Not a good sign. "We're hunting down the Graf Spee. It'll only be a few-"
Exeter was cut off as Intrepid lunged forward off the bed and into her lap, arms clinging on in a tight hug that probably would have been a bit much for a regular human. Tears streaked down Intrepid's face as she quietly murmured "pleasedontgopleasedontgopleasedontgo."
"I have to go, Intrepid. It's my job to go out and hunt down dangerous Abyssals, so that destroyers like you can be safe. You know this."
"I don't wanna be a destroyer. I don't want you to go. Please don't go. I don't want to be alone."
"You won't be alone." Exeter said, trying her best to push love and affection though her hug. "You'll be with Miss Dreadnought, and I'll always just be a phone or video call away. If you need me, I'll be there."
"But I don't wanna be with Miss Dreadnought. I wanna be with you!"
Exeter winced at Intrepid's pleading cry, knowing full well that she was leaving the girl. But as much as she hated it, her duty was more important than the bond she had with the young destroyer.
Despite the need to leave as soon as possible, Exeter's departure wasn't until after night had fallen. After getting Intrepid to finally calm down and accept her leaving, Exeter had taken her to Dreadnought and gotten Intrepid to promise (pinky swear, just to be sure) to stay with the elder battleship. Even then, she stayed with the two until Intrepid had fallen asleep on the inflatable mattress in Dreadnought's room.
Leander and Achilles had been informed of this delay, and while Leander had cautioned against the delay in her usual serious fashion, Achilles understood and happily used the time delay to play games with her less hardassed sisters.
Though Exeter had one last delay before her departure…
"Where have you been, Ex? You haven't talked to me all week. No texts, no meetings, I didn't even get one of your silly old fashioned letters!" Kaidan asked, concern evident in his voice.
"They're not silly!"
"You write them on parchment and seal them with wax. That's pretty silly if you ask me!"
"Only because a rotten American like yourself doesn't know quality when you've got it slapping you in the face!"
Kaidan feigned hurt, dramatically putting his hand over his heart and leaning back slightly. "How could you wound me so! My fair Lady Exeter, youngest scion of the name of York, your words hurt me on a level deeper than could possibly be imagined!"
His dramatics broke the scowl off Exeter's face and she laughed. Waiting on the pier, Achilles whooped and applauded while Leander tapped her foot impatiently.
"But you're dodging my question. Where have you been this past week? What happened?" Kaidan asked again.
"Intrepid happened. I can't tell you all of the details, but she came back to port badly injured and scared. Without any sisters to keep an eye on her, she latched onto me, and I've been acting as her mother. I rather enjoy it too, though I hate to leave her for my mission."
"So you haven't been talking with me because being a mother to a… destroyer? Because being a mother to a destroyer has taken up literally all of your time? Well that just seals the deal. I don't want to be a parent any time soon."
"Why not? You'd make a great father! Your sense of humor is certainly ready for it."
"Ex, I'm rubbish with children." He paused, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Great, you Brits are rubbing off on me again. Anyway, I worked at a summer camp for two summers before the war started. Not only am I bad at leading and/or controlling them, they drive me insane!"
"You aren't that bad, Kaidan. I'm sure you would do wonderfully. I'll even introduce you to Intrepid when I come back."
"We'll talk about it when you come back." Kaidan pulled Exeter into a tight hug. "Now go, stay safe, and kill some Abyssals for me. I love you, Exeter."
"I love you too, Kaidan." Exeter replied, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend before they released each other. The heavy cruiser smiled softly before about-facing and dashing off to the water.
Leander and Achilles were waiting at the water's edge, and followed Exeter out to sea.
"Was that really necessary, Exeter?" Leander asked.
"Of course it was. It may very well be the last time we ever see each other again." Exeter replied, picking up speed as the trio entered the English Channel.
Part 3
"... Intrepid?" Exeter asked the sobbing form. Her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Intrepid. The destroyer just looked up, her foggy blue eyes meeting Exeter's before more tears welled up and she shoved her face back into Exeter's chest.
"What's wrong, Intrepid?" the heavy cruiser asked, lightly patting Intrepid's back as she sobbed. The destroyer's return while she was supposed to be with Dreadnought indicated a few different possibilities in Exeter's mind, and she couldn't help at all if she didn't know for certain.
"I- I don't wa-want you to g-go…" Intrepid choked out. "P-please don't go…"
Exeter's heart melted slightly as she heard Intrepid's pleading tone. "I'm right here Intrepid. I'm right here."
For a long minute they just stood there, Intrepid clinging dearly to Exeter, sobbing all the while. The cruiser's mind churned, trying to come up with a way to tell Intrepid that she had to go. Nothing satisfactory came to mind.
Once Intrepid's tears died down, Exeter carefully pried the destroyer's arms off of her and kneeled so that she and Intrepid were at eye level. Intrepid's foggy blue eyes, still bearing the damage from her ruined bridge, met Exeter's emerald eyes.
"I need to talk to you about something." Exeter began softly. "Would you like to sit on the bed while we talk?"
Intrepid nodded, her quivering lip showing just how close to tears she was. Together, the two shipgirls walked over to the bed, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room. The destroyer hopped up onto the bed and let her feet dangle slightly while Exeter pulled the chair from her desk over.
Facing Intrepid like this, Exeter wasn't sure this was the best way to handle the upcoming conversation. Doubts of how poorly the destroyer would handle this called out to her, but she silenced them. This was the course she had set, and she would sail it through calm seas or heavy storms.
"I was given a mission while you were off with Miss Dreadnought." Exeter began. Intrepid's face was near instantly a mix of surprise, shock, and terror. Not a good sign. "We're hunting down the Graf Spee. It'll only be a few-"
Exeter was cut off as Intrepid lunged forward off the bed and into her lap, arms clinging on in a tight hug that probably would have been a bit much for a regular human. Tears streaked down Intrepid's face as she quietly murmured "pleasedontgopleasedontgopleasedontgo."
"I have to go, Intrepid. It's my job to go out and hunt down dangerous Abyssals, so that destroyers like you can be safe. You know this."
"I don't wanna be a destroyer. I don't want you to go. Please don't go. I don't want to be alone."
"You won't be alone." Exeter said, trying her best to push love and affection though her hug. "You'll be with Miss Dreadnought, and I'll always just be a phone or video call away. If you need me, I'll be there."
"But I don't wanna be with Miss Dreadnought. I wanna be with you!"
Exeter winced at Intrepid's pleading cry, knowing full well that she was leaving the girl. But as much as she hated it, her duty was more important than the bond she had with the young destroyer.
Despite the need to leave as soon as possible, Exeter's departure wasn't until after night had fallen. After getting Intrepid to finally calm down and accept her leaving, Exeter had taken her to Dreadnought and gotten Intrepid to promise (pinky swear, just to be sure) to stay with the elder battleship. Even then, she stayed with the two until Intrepid had fallen asleep on the inflatable mattress in Dreadnought's room.
Leander and Achilles had been informed of this delay, and while Leander had cautioned against the delay in her usual serious fashion, Achilles understood and happily used the time delay to play games with her less hardassed sisters.
Though Exeter had one last delay before her departure…
"Where have you been, Ex? You haven't talked to me all week. No texts, no meetings, I didn't even get one of your silly old fashioned letters!" Kaidan asked, concern evident in his voice.
"They're not silly!"
"You write them on parchment and seal them with wax. That's pretty silly if you ask me!"
"Only because a rotten American like yourself doesn't know quality when you've got it slapping you in the face!"
Kaidan feigned hurt, dramatically putting his hand over his heart and leaning back slightly. "How could you wound me so! My fair Lady Exeter, youngest scion of the name of York, your words hurt me on a level deeper than could possibly be imagined!"
His dramatics broke the scowl off Exeter's face and she laughed. Waiting on the pier, Achilles whooped and applauded while Leander tapped her foot impatiently.
"But you're dodging my question. Where have you been this past week? What happened?" Kaidan asked again.
"Intrepid happened. I can't tell you all of the details, but she came back to port badly injured and scared. Without any sisters to keep an eye on her, she latched onto me, and I've been acting as her mother. I rather enjoy it too, though I hate to leave her for my mission."
"So you haven't been talking with me because being a mother to a… destroyer? Because being a mother to a destroyer has taken up literally all of your time? Well that just seals the deal. I don't want to be a parent any time soon."
"Why not? You'd make a great father! Your sense of humor is certainly ready for it."
"Ex, I'm rubbish with children." He paused, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Great, you Brits are rubbing off on me again. Anyway, I worked at a summer camp for two summers before the war started. Not only am I bad at leading and/or controlling them, they drive me insane!"
"You aren't that bad, Kaidan. I'm sure you would do wonderfully. I'll even introduce you to Intrepid when I come back."
"We'll talk about it when you come back." Kaidan pulled Exeter into a tight hug. "Now go, stay safe, and kill some Abyssals for me. I love you, Exeter."
"I love you too, Kaidan." Exeter replied, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend before they released each other. The heavy cruiser smiled softly before about-facing and dashing off to the water.
Leander and Achilles were waiting at the water's edge, and followed Exeter out to sea.
"Was that really necessary, Exeter?" Leander asked.
"Of course it was. It may very well be the last time we ever see each other again." Exeter replied, picking up speed as the trio entered the English Channel.
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
*Laughs in C-5M.*
Seriously. This is an airframe capable of flying anything that fits inside. Like A10 fuselages. Or C-130s.
A 285,000 pound(130,000 kg)payload is nothing to laugh about. Combined with a cruising speed of .77 Mach and a range of 55,000 nmi? Well...
*Laughs in C-5M*
- Location
- Pacific Northwest
You mean a C-5M can fly more than twice around the world without refueling? That's either some hellacious fuel capacity or hellacious fuel efficiency.
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YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
One too many zeros, C-5M's have a 5,500 nmi range fully loaded. Still, there is the possibility of aircraft girl shenanigans.
Edit - Flight High School.
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- Location
- Central Standard Time
Did I mention that Flight High School is the best?
Flight High School is the best.
Flight High School is the best.
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
You know, I think I agree with James Here. I don't think anything woulda been able to deny the Myoukos their quarry if he hadn't gotten em off Warpath. Scary thought, that is.
Ashigara you hungry wolf, there's a time and place for that and this isn't the correct time! Unless you're just distracting James so he doesn't worry himself to death. Then the tease is understandable.
Okay, I have a serious question here. Why would it that Jame would feel that tighness when touched? Could this be that he just simply doesn't like being touched? Or could this be related to what happened between his mom's side of the family and her when his dad passed? Something tells me it could be the later.
Again I say the love between these two is so damn pure that I bet Kongou is just tearing up without explanation somewhere. I'm serious. I wonder, when the day comes that Hunter goes to sate that hunger, part of me thinks Hunter's gonna be begging for mercy, in Dutch, by the end of it.
Still though, had Cathy crashed Ashigara and Jame's wedding (by the way has it been planned already?)... yeah no. That woulda ended badly. Very badly, for Cathy. Especially if ,for whatever reason, Pennsylvania was one of the bridesmaids.
Four Angry Heavy Cruisers and a mad Standard directing their anger at someone? Well that may as well be Exoida because there's no stopping that formation from Obliterating the object of their ire.
Don't ya mean a 8 inch powder propelled sledgehammer?
I'm curious to know what exactly did that drama cost Jame's family. But on the other hand... I think I can figure it out pretty well from just this. Ouch.
Now you listen here young man. You went and gave Ashigara the one things she's been desperately seeking for the longest time. What happens with your sister will be dealt with in when it happens, but be proud that you've kept a beautiful ship girl like
Ashigara from scuttling with Despair. No really, if people in real life can die of Heart Break, then a Shipgirl sure as hell can too. James Hunter you saved that Hungry Wolf. Damn what else any detractor says, you needed happiness in your life and so did she. Now marry her already!
Good Girl Ashigara, you know well he ain't in the mood for it, but you've perhaps given him a momentarily thought to distract him from anixously waiting for the phone to ring.
Ohhhh boy James, you better prepare yer self for that day. Because when it comes, Ashigara is gonna be unrelenting. :naughty:
Hell I bet the only shipgirl that'd be more unrelenting than the Hungry wolf with their Significant other in the sheets, is Kongou herself. Though I will theorize that the wolf will be a close second...
So James, when you do give her you're all. Make damn sure you don't have anything to do for the next two or three days.
Though that combination of scent. Part of me thinks its just a ship girl thing (the Cordite smell) interacting with the fact that she just probably got out of the shower. But another part of me wonders if some crazy American Entrepreneur made Cordite scented soap. Can't exactly exclude the possibility since I remember once seeing a soap for sale at a farmers market that smelled like Napalm yet didn't catch fire like the stuff... (Florida, Nuff said)
This whole bit where James talks to Ashigara about how things were before the war and what he did when the War started. This was rather insightful on Jame's personality, for as geeky and shy as he is, he'll step forward and answer the Call of Duty with conviction.
And I feel more sympathy for Cathy, poor girl just seemingly can't catch a break can she?
hehehe Get used to Bad Puns Ashigara he probably won't ever stop making them. Still though that connection forming... I'll touch on this in a bit.
Okay theory Time. This a bit here, ALL of it. Its makes me think that someone who has had a connection, a fascination or a love for a ship will in some way have a faint connection to that ship in the thereafter through the mysterious power of
And thus I do wonder if a shipgirl intrinsically would be able to recognize on some vague level someone that held a interest in them and their story like James had for Ashigara or the love that Daniel has for Saratoga. Perhaps the greeter the feeling, the stronger the girl is able to sense that a specific person is the one for them. Should that hold truth to it (and it already holds a hefty amount with the Saratoga Example). If so then this holds very Interesting implications for the future.
Indeed, Superstition always does have some root in fact.
The short of it is. Yes Cathy will get better in time, but for the moment I'm afraid she'll have to experience some sort of break to cast off the chains that have binded her to her prior mindset.
Only then will the waters of what her reality actually is will begin to heal her.
hmm so Ashigara really does call him jim when they're alone, I guess its quicker than saying James. But its cute that she already has a nickname for her future hubby.
Again I stress that the love between Ashigara and James is so damn pure and tender here that Kongou is probably has a random tear or two rolling down her face right now.
Ah yes, I believe I can speak for all of us when I say that this was something we all saw coming. Still though, what I didn't expect was for Cathy to faint right away, I had figured she'd start her freak out, faint, then resume when she awoke.
however that aside I do feel sorry for Hunter's family though. Until Cathy starts healing from all of this, they're gonna be in for a rough time I think. Certainly stressful times lay ahead for them.
I do find it sweet that Ashigara tells Hunter that they'll get through this. They're like a married couple already, which just makes me wonder how much more will happen when they do tie the knot... or would tie the mooring line be a better analogy to use here?
I do wonder though if its at all possible that Ashigara will attempt to come with Hunter, probably not gonna happen but who knows. I certainly know that if Ashigara can't physically be with James when he goes home to help stabilize the homefront, she'll be glued to her phone to talk with him when he needs her.
All in all this was a beautifully done chapter and I look forward to seeing what comes next.
A Tale of Three Sisters
- Location
- 'Murica
"You okay, kiddo?" Battleship Missouri propped herself up on her elbows and glanced over the top of her mirrored crimson shades at the white-haired cruiser squirming furiously on her bare stomach. Mo would be the first to admit that her chiseled abdominal probably weren't nearly as comfortable as Alaska was used to—though the Iowa was hopeful that when, not if, she got pregnant the situation would change—but her snowy-haired friend hadn't been able to sit still for more than a few heartbeats.
Mo would, of course, have offered the much softer territory of her healthily developed bosom if she thought there was even the remotest chance that Alaska wouldn't blow every gasket in her body. Unfortunately, the cruiser was visibly starstruck just sharing a sunbeam with Mo. More intimate contact would send the poor girl over the edge.
"Mmm," Alaska mumbled. Her head rolled into one of the valleys carved between Mo's muscles and she quickly righted herself again.
"Really?" Mo cocked an eyebrow behind her shades.
Alaska took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. "No," she muttered, her voice almost lost in the island din. She looked over at Mo, her pale blue eyes slick and glassy. "I miss Cameron."
"You boyfriend?" asked Mo. She might've been a newly-returned warrior, but the Iowa'd kept tabs on the strategic situation during her time as a steel hull. Or rather, her crew kept tabs, but they made sure to inform her, even though none of them could see her at the time. And… well, the large cruiser's escapades in the gulf were too adorable for her crew not to share with her.
Alaska bit her lip and nodded. "I've…. I've never been away from him before." She shook her head and batted a tear away with a flutter of her snow-white eyelashes. "I mean, I've gone on patrols and stuff but that was…"
"It's different when you've got enough on your plate to keep your mind occupied, huh?" Mo reached over and gently stroked the large cruiser's shockingly soft hair.
Alaska nodded. Mo had to fight back a giggle. Her hair tickled against the Iowa's stomach. "I miss him so bad. I know it's stupid, I'll see him in a few days. I know there's people fighting who're waiting way longer, people waiting forever. But…"
"But it still hurts, huh?"
Alaska nodded slightly. "I hate it," she mumbled. "I'm so much better off than—"
"'Laska?"
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."
Alaska blinked.
"Kiddo…" Mo shook her head. "You're young. Like… ridiculously fucking young. And you're in love. Don't ever apologize for that, okay?"
"But…"
"But nothing," said the Iowa. "Love like that is what makes us different from them." She waved in the general direction of the nazi twins' last resting place. "Okay? Love like that is why we fight. Yeah, people have sacrificed more, but they've done it because they wanted little boys and girls to have their saccharine love stories."
"You really think?"
Mo nodded and tapped the large cruiser on the temple. "You know I'm right, you know why your captain took you out."
"Mmm."
"Look," Mo adjusted her shades. "You really wanna honor their sacrifices?"
Alaska nodded emphatically.
"Love your boyfriend," said Mo. "Love him like you mean it. Marry him. Buy a house with a white picket fence and have all the babies."
"Oh," Alaska nodded and visibly internalized that. "Okay, Mo."
"Actually," Mo gulped, realizing the enormity of the mistake she might've just made. "Don't— um, scratch the babies one. Don't think his hips are up for it."
Alaska's only response was an infuriatingly unreadable giggle.
Not that neither of them seemed to care. If anything, Tennessee seemed abundantly pleased that he'd noticed the crisp white trapezoid peeking out from under her dress, and made comments to the effect that he could examine her underthings in greater detail and under more flattering lighting conditions whenever he wished. To ensure they were up to modern standards of course.
Cali hadn't minded either. In fact, she seemed blissfully ignorant that everyone on base could see her barely-clothed aft, and even when he'd explained what a walking pantyshot she was she hadn't seen the issue. But then again it was Cali so that could mean anything.
That was in the past though. Right now, admiral Irons was busy drawing up requisition tables to make sure his fleet was properly provisions and equipped. It was about then that he realized something truly horrifying.
He knew that Cali and Tennessee wore panties. He knew the color and cut they liked, as well as the exact size. He did not, however, know if any of his other battleships even owned a pair. He couldn't exactly ask them of course, and he was far too busy to deal with the situation in a more oblique manner.
But like the great white wale Moby Dick, the problem of Schrodinger's upskirt would haunt the newly-christened Admiral for the rest of his days.
—|—|—
"Hai Hai! Naka-chan! Idol of the fleet, desssssu~" Naka bent her fingers into a heart and blew a kiss at the webcam perched precariously on her laptop. It wasn't the best setup for streaming, but even the fleet's idol was bound by the requirements of wartime expediency. "Can you all hear me alright?"
Naka tugged on her gloves while she waited for chat to come to a consensus. "Ah, excellent!" She said with a beaming smile. "Today we've got a special guest for you."
Right on cue, and louder than seemed humanly possible, battleship Wisconsin pushed a rolling office chair across the floor of what'd once been the Ambassador Hotel's convention center and crashed to a stop right next to the comparatively diminutive light cruiser. "Arigato!" Wisky's thunderous contralto didn't really work with her attempt to mimic Naka's bubbly idol accent, and for a moment there Naka was worried she'd have to buy a new mic. "Battleship Wisconsin, dess!"
Then Naka noticed something else. The second Wisky wheeled her way into frame, her viewer count skyrocketed by almost six hundred percent. And, sadly, Naka knew exactly what the reason was. Or rather, what the reasons were.
As one might expect for a battleship named after a frigid northern state a stone's throw from Canada, Wisky was bundled up in thick white turtleneck sweater. A sweater who's insulating qualities were slightly compromised by the large keyhole cutout right over two fantastically enormous breasts.
Well… not so much enormous—although they were each meaningfully comparable with Naka's head, if not larger—as proportionate. As far as Naka could tell, Wisky wasn't any bustier than Jersey or Nagato. But the littlest Iowa was just so huge that those well-balanced proportions yielded bunkers that commanded a shocking fraction of on-screen real estate.
Naka bit her lip as her guest-star introduced herself in enthusiastic tones peppered with mangled Japanese. Unlike Mo's tan—which was less sunkissed and more sun-fucked-raw-and-unprotected-for-the-whole-weekend-at-a-seedy-motel—Wisky's skin was pale and truly sun-virginal. Which only made the cleavage framed by her sweater more attractive to the eye.
"Naka?"
"Huh?" Naka shook her head. "What?"
"Oh," Wisky adjusted her glasses. Regular clear-lensed glasses this time, she'd tucked her mirrored shades away in the webbing of her plate carrier before joining the stream. "You… were gonna introduce the game?"
Naka blinked. "Right, yeah, today we're gonna be playing Duke Nukem 3d, desu!"
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Wisky bumped Naka out of the way with a single swing of her impressively vast Iowa-class hips. She hunched over the table, her fingers flying through the archaic DOS commands to boot up the game. "Hey, Naka?"
"Yeah?" Naka carefully extracted her chair from the drywall. "What's up?"
"You should get Jon St. John in a room with Jersey."
"Yeah, I should," said Naka absentmindedly. Wisky was already almost done with the first level, and the view count was still at its shockingly high level. It was a conundrum, a question that Naka couldn't force her brain to dismiss. "Hey… just play for a minute, I gotta do something."
"Hai hai."
Naka rolled her eyes and tore a sheet of paper out of her notebook. She pulled her chair over and settled in right next to the big Iowa. Then, with stealthy precision worthy of a warship trained in the art of night battle, she slowly inched the paper over until it blocked the camera's view of Wisky's vast tracts of land.
Instantly her view count tanked to its previous level.
She pulled the paper back.
Just as instantly the view count rocketed back to its previous level.
Naka frowned. The littlest Iowa must never know of her power.
She drew herself up to her full height, exhausted Yuudachi hanging like a ragdoll from the scruff of her neck in one hand while the other balled into a fist so tight sparks flew, metal groaned, and blood trickled between her fingers.
"You goddamn crayon-eating, glue-sniffing, sand-fucking inbred retard cuntfucks!" She roared at a dozen or so marines the Admiral had detailed to her for punishment. Spit flew from her mouth and her chest heaved with the force of her furious breathing. "Why in the name of everloving fuck did you think giving this—"
She shook Yuudachi angrily, but the little destroyer was out cold.
"Her own SECNAV-dammed body-weight in fucking rip-its was at all a good idea?"
"Um," one marine, a Lance Corporal, spoke up. "In our defense, ma'am… we were bored and she was cute."
Jersey bit her lip to keep from physically biting the man's head off. Why. Why was the universe like this to her.
—|—|—
"Admiral," light cruiser Jintsuu clutched a clipboard to her chest. "We've got a problem."
Admiral Richardson glanced over the top of his laptop. "Is this a Yamato got stuck in the kitchen again kind of problem," he asked. "Or a problem problem."
As much as the inevitable kitchen remodels were going to cost, he'd much prefer having to deal with that kind of issue—or even the passive-aggressive "I am available for nakedness" texts Mutsu had been sending recently as her hormones were competing with her desire to not impose on her Admiral's duties—than the latter.
"The latter," said Jitsuu. The second Sendai dropped a sheaf of recon photos on Richardson's desk. "We've spotted the Tosa princess at the head a massive fleet."
"Course?" asked Richardson, fearing he already knew the answer.
"Here," Jintsuu pointed exactly where she was standing.
"Shit."
Mo would, of course, have offered the much softer territory of her healthily developed bosom if she thought there was even the remotest chance that Alaska wouldn't blow every gasket in her body. Unfortunately, the cruiser was visibly starstruck just sharing a sunbeam with Mo. More intimate contact would send the poor girl over the edge.
"Mmm," Alaska mumbled. Her head rolled into one of the valleys carved between Mo's muscles and she quickly righted herself again.
"Really?" Mo cocked an eyebrow behind her shades.
Alaska took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. "No," she muttered, her voice almost lost in the island din. She looked over at Mo, her pale blue eyes slick and glassy. "I miss Cameron."
"You boyfriend?" asked Mo. She might've been a newly-returned warrior, but the Iowa'd kept tabs on the strategic situation during her time as a steel hull. Or rather, her crew kept tabs, but they made sure to inform her, even though none of them could see her at the time. And… well, the large cruiser's escapades in the gulf were too adorable for her crew not to share with her.
Alaska bit her lip and nodded. "I've…. I've never been away from him before." She shook her head and batted a tear away with a flutter of her snow-white eyelashes. "I mean, I've gone on patrols and stuff but that was…"
"It's different when you've got enough on your plate to keep your mind occupied, huh?" Mo reached over and gently stroked the large cruiser's shockingly soft hair.
Alaska nodded. Mo had to fight back a giggle. Her hair tickled against the Iowa's stomach. "I miss him so bad. I know it's stupid, I'll see him in a few days. I know there's people fighting who're waiting way longer, people waiting forever. But…"
"But it still hurts, huh?"
Alaska nodded slightly. "I hate it," she mumbled. "I'm so much better off than—"
"'Laska?"
"Hmm?"
"Shut up."
Alaska blinked.
"Kiddo…" Mo shook her head. "You're young. Like… ridiculously fucking young. And you're in love. Don't ever apologize for that, okay?"
"But…"
"But nothing," said the Iowa. "Love like that is what makes us different from them." She waved in the general direction of the nazi twins' last resting place. "Okay? Love like that is why we fight. Yeah, people have sacrificed more, but they've done it because they wanted little boys and girls to have their saccharine love stories."
"You really think?"
Mo nodded and tapped the large cruiser on the temple. "You know I'm right, you know why your captain took you out."
"Mmm."
"Look," Mo adjusted her shades. "You really wanna honor their sacrifices?"
Alaska nodded emphatically.
"Love your boyfriend," said Mo. "Love him like you mean it. Marry him. Buy a house with a white picket fence and have all the babies."
"Oh," Alaska nodded and visibly internalized that. "Okay, Mo."
"Actually," Mo gulped, realizing the enormity of the mistake she might've just made. "Don't— um, scratch the babies one. Don't think his hips are up for it."
Alaska's only response was an infuriatingly unreadable giggle.
—|—|—
For a while, newly christened Admiral Irons had been deeply concerned by the fashion choices of his fleet. Namely, the incredibly short mini-dresses worn by the Tennessee sisters. Dresses so short they were almost flashing their panties to the entire base just by standing still. It only took a few inches of elevation difference before London and France were on full display for all to see.Not that neither of them seemed to care. If anything, Tennessee seemed abundantly pleased that he'd noticed the crisp white trapezoid peeking out from under her dress, and made comments to the effect that he could examine her underthings in greater detail and under more flattering lighting conditions whenever he wished. To ensure they were up to modern standards of course.
Cali hadn't minded either. In fact, she seemed blissfully ignorant that everyone on base could see her barely-clothed aft, and even when he'd explained what a walking pantyshot she was she hadn't seen the issue. But then again it was Cali so that could mean anything.
That was in the past though. Right now, admiral Irons was busy drawing up requisition tables to make sure his fleet was properly provisions and equipped. It was about then that he realized something truly horrifying.
He knew that Cali and Tennessee wore panties. He knew the color and cut they liked, as well as the exact size. He did not, however, know if any of his other battleships even owned a pair. He couldn't exactly ask them of course, and he was far too busy to deal with the situation in a more oblique manner.
But like the great white wale Moby Dick, the problem of Schrodinger's upskirt would haunt the newly-christened Admiral for the rest of his days.
—|—|—
"Hai Hai! Naka-chan! Idol of the fleet, desssssu~" Naka bent her fingers into a heart and blew a kiss at the webcam perched precariously on her laptop. It wasn't the best setup for streaming, but even the fleet's idol was bound by the requirements of wartime expediency. "Can you all hear me alright?"
Naka tugged on her gloves while she waited for chat to come to a consensus. "Ah, excellent!" She said with a beaming smile. "Today we've got a special guest for you."
Right on cue, and louder than seemed humanly possible, battleship Wisconsin pushed a rolling office chair across the floor of what'd once been the Ambassador Hotel's convention center and crashed to a stop right next to the comparatively diminutive light cruiser. "Arigato!" Wisky's thunderous contralto didn't really work with her attempt to mimic Naka's bubbly idol accent, and for a moment there Naka was worried she'd have to buy a new mic. "Battleship Wisconsin, dess!"
Then Naka noticed something else. The second Wisky wheeled her way into frame, her viewer count skyrocketed by almost six hundred percent. And, sadly, Naka knew exactly what the reason was. Or rather, what the reasons were.
As one might expect for a battleship named after a frigid northern state a stone's throw from Canada, Wisky was bundled up in thick white turtleneck sweater. A sweater who's insulating qualities were slightly compromised by the large keyhole cutout right over two fantastically enormous breasts.
Well… not so much enormous—although they were each meaningfully comparable with Naka's head, if not larger—as proportionate. As far as Naka could tell, Wisky wasn't any bustier than Jersey or Nagato. But the littlest Iowa was just so huge that those well-balanced proportions yielded bunkers that commanded a shocking fraction of on-screen real estate.
Naka bit her lip as her guest-star introduced herself in enthusiastic tones peppered with mangled Japanese. Unlike Mo's tan—which was less sunkissed and more sun-fucked-raw-and-unprotected-for-the-whole-weekend-at-a-seedy-motel—Wisky's skin was pale and truly sun-virginal. Which only made the cleavage framed by her sweater more attractive to the eye.
"Naka?"
"Huh?" Naka shook her head. "What?"
"Oh," Wisky adjusted her glasses. Regular clear-lensed glasses this time, she'd tucked her mirrored shades away in the webbing of her plate carrier before joining the stream. "You… were gonna introduce the game?"
Naka blinked. "Right, yeah, today we're gonna be playing Duke Nukem 3d, desu!"
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Wisky bumped Naka out of the way with a single swing of her impressively vast Iowa-class hips. She hunched over the table, her fingers flying through the archaic DOS commands to boot up the game. "Hey, Naka?"
"Yeah?" Naka carefully extracted her chair from the drywall. "What's up?"
"You should get Jon St. John in a room with Jersey."
"Yeah, I should," said Naka absentmindedly. Wisky was already almost done with the first level, and the view count was still at its shockingly high level. It was a conundrum, a question that Naka couldn't force her brain to dismiss. "Hey… just play for a minute, I gotta do something."
"Hai hai."
Naka rolled her eyes and tore a sheet of paper out of her notebook. She pulled her chair over and settled in right next to the big Iowa. Then, with stealthy precision worthy of a warship trained in the art of night battle, she slowly inched the paper over until it blocked the camera's view of Wisky's vast tracts of land.
Instantly her view count tanked to its previous level.
She pulled the paper back.
Just as instantly the view count rocketed back to its previous level.
Naka frowned. The littlest Iowa must never know of her power.
—|—|—
Battleship New Jersey considered herself a connoisseur of rage. A sommelier of outrage and an expert in the realm of general distemper. When she steamed into Pearl a scant few hours ago, the last thing she expected was to discover a new and more virulent level of anger heretofore unknown to science.She drew herself up to her full height, exhausted Yuudachi hanging like a ragdoll from the scruff of her neck in one hand while the other balled into a fist so tight sparks flew, metal groaned, and blood trickled between her fingers.
"You goddamn crayon-eating, glue-sniffing, sand-fucking inbred retard cuntfucks!" She roared at a dozen or so marines the Admiral had detailed to her for punishment. Spit flew from her mouth and her chest heaved with the force of her furious breathing. "Why in the name of everloving fuck did you think giving this—"
She shook Yuudachi angrily, but the little destroyer was out cold.
"Her own SECNAV-dammed body-weight in fucking rip-its was at all a good idea?"
"Um," one marine, a Lance Corporal, spoke up. "In our defense, ma'am… we were bored and she was cute."
Jersey bit her lip to keep from physically biting the man's head off. Why. Why was the universe like this to her.
—|—|—
"Admiral," light cruiser Jintsuu clutched a clipboard to her chest. "We've got a problem."
Admiral Richardson glanced over the top of his laptop. "Is this a Yamato got stuck in the kitchen again kind of problem," he asked. "Or a problem problem."
As much as the inevitable kitchen remodels were going to cost, he'd much prefer having to deal with that kind of issue—or even the passive-aggressive "I am available for nakedness" texts Mutsu had been sending recently as her hormones were competing with her desire to not impose on her Admiral's duties—than the latter.
"The latter," said Jitsuu. The second Sendai dropped a sheaf of recon photos on Richardson's desk. "We've spotted the Tosa princess at the head a massive fleet."
"Course?" asked Richardson, fearing he already knew the answer.
"Here," Jintsuu pointed exactly where she was standing.
"Shit."
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Roy Mustang gives this fashion choice two thumbs up.
You had marines on board as a steel hull Jersey. You really should have seen this coming.
Because narrativeily you have already had your bad-ass moments in the story. Now it's time for others to have theirs ergo you are religated to the straight-man in the comedy segments of the story.
And there's the whiplash JMPer is good at.
Cue the music because Things are about to Get Real (again).
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baofengyu
moonfaced assassin of joy
- Location
- Pain Amplifier
Weellll...
Looks like Pennsy gets to put her Battle Line into practice, and quite possible get an assist from Yokosuka...
The trick I think would be getting Yams into position for a possible ambush...
"I'm not sure this battle line will work Pennsy-san."
"OF COURSE IT WILL! IT WORKED AT SURIGAO STRAIT! AND THIS TIME I WILL WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!!!"
Looks like Pennsy gets to put her Battle Line into practice, and quite possible get an assist from Yokosuka...
The trick I think would be getting Yams into position for a possible ambush...
"I'm not sure this battle line will work Pennsy-san."
"OF COURSE IT WILL! IT WORKED AT SURIGAO STRAIT! AND THIS TIME I WILL WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!!!"
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Nice to hear from Admiral Irons, and I can't wait for the 'supply conversation'. Naka is - as always - cute, but Wisky's powers - inadvertent they may be - overwhelm her.
Naka is - as always - cute, but Wisky's powers - inadvertent they may be - overwhelm her.Yeah, I don't think even Tosa can withstand Yamato's guns. I wonder if Hiei will be looking for a rematch, or will this be a catalyst for a turning point in the relationship between two battleships and their Admiral?
Whatever happened there really needs to be elaborated upon.
At least it wasn't Shima?
baofengyu
moonfaced assassin of joy
- Location
- Pain Amplifier
"WHO THE FUCK STRAPPED HYDROFOILS ONTO STRIPPERBOTE?!?!?!?"
...and Ari would still catch her...
- Location
- Central Standard Time
This is a great quote.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Admiral Irons has a rather...interesting...conversation coming.
His REAL problem is, those girls could SO turn that around on him...
Irons: "Um, girls, I'm requisitioning supplies for us, and I need to know what, uh...well, that is to say what kind of um...well..."
Nevada: *Grinning* What kind of what, Admiral?
Irons: "Well, um...what kind of...*mumbles hurriedly* whatkindofundergarmentsyougirlslike.
Cali: *Looks like the cat that ate the canary* Really?
*Irons' blush goes nuclear in the face of six giggling battleships*
Irons: *Desperately trying to justify this* Stop that..it's for supply requisitioning!
Tennessee: *Giving Irons bedroom eyes, and her Southern accent is in full force* Tell you what, Admiral, you take his here catalog Miss Jersey done give us, *Hands Irons a Victoria Secret catalog* and you just pick out whatever you think might look good. *Leans in and whispers* My favorite color is red, and I'd like an animal print or two as well. *Growls playfully*
*Irons turns and walks out of the room like a robot as the six battleships collapse in laughter*
His REAL problem is, those girls could SO turn that around on him...
Irons: "Um, girls, I'm requisitioning supplies for us, and I need to know what, uh...well, that is to say what kind of um...well..."
Nevada: *Grinning* What kind of what, Admiral?
Irons: "Well, um...what kind of...*mumbles hurriedly* whatkindofundergarmentsyougirlslike.
Cali: *Looks like the cat that ate the canary* Really?
*Irons' blush goes nuclear in the face of six giggling battleships*
Irons: *Desperately trying to justify this* Stop that..it's for supply requisitioning!
Tennessee: *Giving Irons bedroom eyes, and her Southern accent is in full force* Tell you what, Admiral, you take his here catalog Miss Jersey done give us, *Hands Irons a Victoria Secret catalog* and you just pick out whatever you think might look good. *Leans in and whispers* My favorite color is red, and I'd like an animal print or two as well. *Growls playfully*
*Irons turns and walks out of the room like a robot as the six battleships collapse in laughter*
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Boy it'll be bad when 50s and 60s botes start showing up, considering FHE-400.
(high-speed footage begins at ~0:30)
"Come on granny, you so slooooow!"
Shima: "So this is what Ari feels like all the time."
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- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
"Because it was funny and we wanted to see what happened?"
Come on, Jer. You know what bored Jarheads do.
Though... one time when I was at Fort Irwin (US Army desert training center in Cali) on a field exercise, a buddy and I walked around the corner of a roach coach (snack truck) that came by our base and nearly ran into one of our SIGINT techs. She was about 5 foot nothing, tiny, and had a literal armload of Red Bulls. She saw us, froze, and said 'Don't judge me'. Then ran off.
I tell you, those are the best texts to get from your wife.
Quadhelix
Professional Windmill Hunter
. . . for some reason, when I read this, my subconscious screams, "FLAG!"
'Laska: This is a picture of my boyfriend, Cameron.
Mo: *smiling* He's very handsome.
'Laska: When this is over, we're going to get married and have lots of kids . . .
Mo: *strained smile* That's a lovely plan.
'Laska: . . . and we'll live in a big house with a white picket fence . . .
Mo: *visibly sweating, teeth clenched* I'm sure it will be beautiful.
'Laska: Actually, have I mentioned that I'm retiring tomor--
Mo: *slams her hand over Alaska's mouth* Please stop.
Mo: *smiling* He's very handsome.
'Laska: When this is over, we're going to get married and have lots of kids . . .
Mo: *strained smile* That's a lovely plan.
'Laska: . . . and we'll live in a big house with a white picket fence . . .
Mo: *visibly sweating, teeth clenched* I'm sure it will be beautiful.
'Laska: Actually, have I mentioned that I'm retiring tomor--
Mo: *slams her hand over Alaska's mouth* Please stop.
. . . how is that even supposed to work? Are her viewers psychic, or something?
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
Magical Sparkly Shipgirl Bullshit!
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
"Ma'am! Current safety manual forbid access to energy drinks only to Shimakaze, ma'am!"
Good way is just give them blank sheets and let them write what they to be requisitioned for them. With a comment that if it's not on the sheet - they won't getting it anytime soon after this.Admiral Irons has a rather...interesting...conversation coming.
But for comedic shenanigans i doubt that things go this way.
I presume that stream on main twitch page, so new viewers notice assets and join and go away if they concealed.
