This a prequel/Alternate viewpoint Fiction from my
Southern Belle's Quest I hope you all enjoy it and that it helps flesh out some of the characters in the quest.
Wilmington, North Carolina
May 11th, 2021
"I'm sorry North." A raven-haired girl muttered, looking at the listing form of the Battleship USS North Carolina. At first glance the girl, who didn't look a day over 21, appeared to be no different from any of the hundreds of military personnel scrambling around the old ship or rebuilding the cofferdam that had once surrounded it. It was only upon closer inspection that things didn't add up. The rank insignia on her camouflage patterned NWU's cover belonged to that of a captain, a rank that someone as young as her wouldn't have, even given the losses suffered against the Abyssals. The other was the name on her jacket, or rather the number designation... BB-48.
USS West Virginia, the last of the Standard-type Battleships. When the Abyssals had first started preying on the ocean going vessels of the world, her sister Maryland and herself had been among the first of the American "Fleet Girls" to come back. Abyssals, one of the few things caused the normally stoic battleships blood to boil. No one, not even the other Fleet girls, knew exactly what they were. What was known was that they didn't show up on normal radar. This was something the US navy had learned the hard way, losing 8 carriers and scores of escorts holding the line against them. The only truly effective counters had been the fleet girls like her, and there simply weren't enough ships to go around.
That was the reason why she was here. There were various plans for the museum ships along the coasts, or at least for those not sunk in various attacks on the port cities. The Essex's and Midway, having long since lost the ability to launch aircraft or even sail under their own power, had been turned into Floating Firebases. Their flight decks, once crowded with aircraft, now acted as firing positions for M109 155mm howitzers and AN/TWQ-1 Avenger air defense weapons
There was still debate over what to do with the remaining battleships. Missouri and Wisconsin had been lost during attacks on Pearl and Norfolk, a mistake on the Abyssal's part seeing as they were now Fleet Girls patrolling the Pacific Northwest and Panama Canal Zone respectively. In addition, Alabama and Texas were considered too damaged to even think of transporting thanks to a series of hurricanes the past few years. Of the few left there was still a debate over how to use them. Some favored restarting production on their barrels and shells, something West Virginia viewed as impractical. Others wanted to replace the main and secondary batteries with field artillery guns and Mk.45 5 inch mounts. Not that it mattered for North Carolina anymore.
In a way, she was lucky when the Abyssal submarine struck three days ago. They had been in the process of inspecting, and if possible, strengthening her hull for the eventual trip to Norfolk. In order to do this, they had constructed a cofferdam around her to make a kind of dry-dock. The dam had saved her from a quick death, the torpedo intended for her striking it instead. Unfortunately, the force of the explosion and the uncontrolled flooding the breach of the dam caused severe damage to her paper-thin hull. The general consensus was that she was a write off like 'Bama.
"Never had much luck with torpedoes." Virginia heard a voice behind her say. Turning around the battleship saw a woman around the same "age" as her towering over her. The stranger easily had her by a full foot in height, her lean frame dressed in the workmen's uniforms given to the various civilian contractors helping navy personnel assess the damage. Her blond hair was tied back in a ponytail under a blue and yellow bandana. "Carol Norman. I was told to bring you to the project head so he can explain what the damage is."
West Virginia was surprised that they had sent one of the civilian helpers to get her rather than an actual sailor, but figured that the project commander probably had more civilians under his command than actual military personnel. Despite what the PR department said, the old battleship rebuilds were pretty far down the priority list. Compared to the carriers there was no way to get a quick return on anything they did to the old boats. "How bad is it?" She asked as they made their way to the command post.
Carol just shook her head. "Commander Fisher can give you a more detailed report, but it's not good. Between the explosion itself, parts of the dam, and the force of the water... well the best description I can give is of someone shooting a Tommy gun at a car door." The contractor said rubbing her side. "I know I should consider myself lucky that the dam was there but..." She stopped, as if realizing what she had said. "Sorry, it's just that my dad was a tour guide here. I practically grew up on her. Seeing her like this makes me feel like a part of me died."
"I understand," the old Standard said as they reached the trailer being used for the restorations command post. "It's hard looking at my little cousin in this state. She may have been my better in almost every way, but part of me still felt the need to protect her and the other Fast Battleships."
The inside of the command center could best be described as controlled chaos. Technicians working on rows of computer monitors operating dozens of remote submersibles were assessing the damage to North Carolina's hull. Carol broke off from West Virginia in order to look at one of the monitors, pointing out damage to its relatively young operator. Virginia made her way over to where Commander Fisher was reviewing the damage photos taken by the submersibles. The 40 year old man with jet black hair and green eyes was so focused on the pictures that he didn't notice the battleship until she was looking over his shoulder.
"Morning captain." He said, his eyes never leaving the table. "I suppose the Navy wants to know if we can still salvage her?"
"Yes. "The Battleship replied, her face and manner all business. "Though if those photos are anything to go by I doubt that's the case." The photos in question did not paint a pretty picture. North's hull was a patchwork of metal sprinkled with gaping holes and buckled plates. To West Virginia the damage reminded her of what her hull had looked like after taking 6 torpedoes during the Pearl Harbor attack. After 80 years of sitting in salt water her hull had barely been fit to stop a rifle round, let alone several hundred pounds of explosives going off nearby.
"For the time and money it would take, we might as well build a new Battleship." The commander added. "Still, what I wouldn't have given to see her sail up to an Abyssal at 27 knots, unloading 16 inch hell on those things."
"25 sir, at least without problems." Virginia heard Carol say. "Sailing any faster than that created one hell of a vibration that made firing the guns a crapshoot. Even with all the testing and redesigns they put us through, the navy never managed to completely fix that problem. Not that it hurt Wash all that much. Still would have been nice for one last dance."
The fact that "Carol" had once again acted like the hull was part of herself hadn't been missed by West Virginia. "How long has miss Bailey been here?" She asked Commander Fisher, making sure Carol couldn't hear her.
"About three days." The commander said absent-mindedly. "We recruited her because she knows the ship like the back of her hand and treats the hull like it's a part of herself." Fisher train of thought stopped dead in its tracks as he realized what he had just said. "You don't thinks she's..."
"I can't be sure, but I have a good way of finding out." Virginia said before turning back to Carol. "I know the feeling. My sisters and myself were pretty pissed that the carriers stole the glory of sinking the Yamato out from under us." It was the perfect bait. The American plan to oppose Operation Ten-ichi-go was a point of contention between the Fast Battleships, who thought The Standards were going to be sacrificed to protect them, and West Virginia and Maryland, who thought the others were babying them like the rest of the fleet did after what happened at Pearl.
"You guys got lucky Mitscher decided to jump the gun with that air attack. You guys wouldn't have stood a chance against the Yamato." Carol said without missing a beat.
"I doubt that." West Virginia said, pressing the issue. "We had no problem dealing with Yamashiro during the Battle of Surigao Strait."
"Wee Vee," Caroline said, using the old battleships nickname for the first time. "Yamashiro was a World War 1 era battlewagon obsolete even compared to your pre-pearl hull that wandered blindly into your guns. Yamato not only out-gunned all of you, but also had better armor, better fire control with the exception of yourself and Rebel, and outfitted with radar. Meaning she would have seen you coming well before you could fire and could engage anyone of you with near impunity. Had Spruance actually thought for 5 seconds, he would have let the carriers take the first swing at her and left clean up to the Iowa's and South Dakota's rather than leave you to be slaughtered."
The room went silent after that, all eyes turned toward Carol. Her workmen's uniform was gone, replaced by a deerskin coat, pants, and boots. On her chest was a pair of flintlock pistols, with another on her back. Her ponytail poked out from beneath a black felt wide rimed hat. Looking down at herself the girl took a second to regain her composure. "USS North Carolina, BB-55, reporting for duty."
"Gentlemen, could you kindly give the ladies in the room a bit of privacy?" West Virginia asked, the ice cold tone in her voice making it clear this wasn't a polite request. As the men began to file out her NWU shimmered and changed, replaced with the Prussian Blue coat, sky blue trousers, and black shoes of a Union Infantryman. Two Colt 1860 Army Revolvers hung from her hips with two more tucked into shoulder holsters. The second the door closed her gaze returned to the newly found battleship standing in front of her. "North, you've been her for at least three days, going by what Commander Fisher said. Why have you been hiding out here?"
North simply looked at the floor. "When I first came back that night I couldn't accept that my old hull was gone. I figured that if anyone could help get my body back up and running, who better then someone for whom it literally was the back of her hand. So I disguised myself as one of the workers trying to fix her in order to help out. As the day went on I heard some of the other worker talking about how it was a good thing the spirit me hadn't shown up yet like with Mo and Wisky, because that meant the hull was a write off. I thought that if I gave them a few more days to work on it they would think of something."
West Virginia went to comfort her "little" cousin, who was on the verge of tears, but restrained herself. The fast battleship needed more than empty words from someone who didn't understand or know what it was like to suddenly be without a hull after decades of having one. She had lost her body back in '59, having been forced to accept the slow death as her was turned into razor blades and plow shears. The next 6 decades had been spent "floating" in a sea of nothing until she felt the call to protect her country again. "Trust me North, you'll be much more useful in this form then with your old hull."
"Is that how bad off we are?" North Carolina asked.
West Virginia was surprised by the question. She figured North had heard the rumors in her three day she had been working on her old hull. "We got hit bad North. 8 of our 11 carriers are at the bottom of the ocean, and 2 of the remaining 3 are in dry-docking for at least 6 months. At least 60 % of our remaining fleet is either sunk or in dry-dock as well. As for Fleet Girls like you and me, it's not much better. We have Lady Lex and Sister Sara on the East Coast supported by my sister Maryland and myself, Cruisers Baltimore, Boston, Brooklyn, Boise, Little Rock and Galveston, and 20 Destroyers. The west coast is a mess though. USS Hornet, CV-8, and USS Bunker Hill are the carriers assigned to it with Battleships USS Missouri and USS Wisconsin, Heavy Cruisers USS Northampton, Augusta, New Orleans, Canberra, and Toledo, Light Cruiser Helena, and 20 Destroyers. It's not so bad on the East Coast with the Brits in Halifax helping, but we're by ourselves on the west coast stuck covering from Vancouver to Panama with a force half the size of what we had after the Pearl harbor attack. We're barely holding Pearl as it is right now, and I suspect that's where you're going to be sent. Between the Brits, the Germans and Frenchies when everyone agrees to play nice, and what we have the Atlantic is at least somewhat contained. They need a fast battleship more over there."
"So now what?" North Carolina shakily asked.
Wee Vee smiled. "Just follow me to the car that brought me here and I'll explain the rest on the way back to Norfolk. "