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- Mountains of Appalachia
Happy Birthday, Sky!
Changing Destiny (Kancolle)
- Thread starter Skywalker_T-65
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- Barcelona, Catalunya, EU (for now)
Happy birthday, Mr Sky!
Omedetou gozaimasu!
EDIT: And happy birthday to you too, Mr. ex143. I read your post, intended to congratulate you, and then forgot about it. Shame on me.
Omedetou gozaimasu!
EDIT: And happy birthday to you too, Mr. ex143. I read your post, intended to congratulate you, and then forgot about it. Shame on me.
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- Location
- Perth, Western Australia
Happy level up day Sky! Coffee?
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Happy Birthday!
*Above sentence brings up VERY nice mental image* Urk... *brain short-circuits*
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B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
@Always Late, you broke him.*Above sentence brings up VERY nice mental image* Urk... *brain short-circuits*
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Not my problem the IJN can't into Damcom.
- Location
- Nashville
Here's a birthday Omake Sky, I'm not a terribly good writer but here it goes!
September 16th, 1942
"Happy Birthday Admiral!"
Admiral Thompson recoiled in shock as he reacted to the sight. For the last few weeks, he was so busy that the thought never crosses his mind. Of course, that fact that Saratoga literally popped out of a cake that was suspiciously left in the center of the galley probably added to the surprise.
Off to the side a midshipman quietly wiped his face of some of the frosting due to the top of the cake impacting his face.
"Buh, hu, whah?"
Thompson could only sputter in response to the unexpected development before a small smile spread across his face as he noticed everyone else in the galley was smiling and clapping at the sight.
"I didn't have too much time to prepare, so I asked Utah and Enterprise to help!" Thompson felt his heart and face warm as Sara began retelling on how she managed to prepare the surprise, luckily, it seemed she was too excited to notice the blush on her admirals face.
"Did you like it, Admiral?" Sara noticed that Thompson was motionless and she deflated slightly as she began to look unsure.
Chuckling inwardly before bringing Sara into an embrace, Thompson quietly whispered in Sara's ear, "Thank You…"
Meanwhile, Utah silently sat silently near the wall near the entrance, before giving a wink to Saratoga before she quietly left the galley. She sheepishly remembered her baking attempts and how Little E of all people had to help bail her out..
"Those aren't mashed potato flakes!"
"Don't use bunker oil there, gah get a DC team here!"
"Uh the frosting looks a bit runny…"
Either way, Enterprise's help (along with Admiral Halsey's, he looked rather amused in that regard), was much appreciated and Utah quietly thought about how to repay her as she walked out onto the docks of Pearl Harbor.
Meanwhile Arizona furiously began writing a birthday telegram before angrily crumpling it up and throwing it over her shoulder.
"Oof", went a voice behind her as Ari realized she accidentally threw a piece of paper at her radioman.
"Do you need some help ma'm?" Inquired the sailor as he tried to hide his amusement
"NO….. yes", Caved Ari as she accepted help, she wasn't going to let Admiral Thompson spend his birthday forgotten!
So though the war still raged thoughout the world, Pearl Harbor bustled with the life of the ships and their crews, the antics of the spirits worked to lift the spirits of the men there, even if just a bit.
Meanwhile
A courier kept running though out the desolate forest, legs burning as he looked frantically for Soviet troops. He had to get to Kuhmo before the Soviets arrived, hopefully the Winter War would not turn out so badly for the outnumbered and outgunned Finns.
September 16th, 1942
"Happy Birthday Admiral!"
Admiral Thompson recoiled in shock as he reacted to the sight. For the last few weeks, he was so busy that the thought never crosses his mind. Of course, that fact that Saratoga literally popped out of a cake that was suspiciously left in the center of the galley probably added to the surprise.
Off to the side a midshipman quietly wiped his face of some of the frosting due to the top of the cake impacting his face.
"Buh, hu, whah?"
Thompson could only sputter in response to the unexpected development before a small smile spread across his face as he noticed everyone else in the galley was smiling and clapping at the sight.
"I didn't have too much time to prepare, so I asked Utah and Enterprise to help!" Thompson felt his heart and face warm as Sara began retelling on how she managed to prepare the surprise, luckily, it seemed she was too excited to notice the blush on her admirals face.
"Did you like it, Admiral?" Sara noticed that Thompson was motionless and she deflated slightly as she began to look unsure.
Chuckling inwardly before bringing Sara into an embrace, Thompson quietly whispered in Sara's ear, "Thank You…"
Meanwhile, Utah silently sat silently near the wall near the entrance, before giving a wink to Saratoga before she quietly left the galley. She sheepishly remembered her baking attempts and how Little E of all people had to help bail her out..
"Those aren't mashed potato flakes!"
"Don't use bunker oil there, gah get a DC team here!"
"Uh the frosting looks a bit runny…"
Either way, Enterprise's help (along with Admiral Halsey's, he looked rather amused in that regard), was much appreciated and Utah quietly thought about how to repay her as she walked out onto the docks of Pearl Harbor.
Meanwhile Arizona furiously began writing a birthday telegram before angrily crumpling it up and throwing it over her shoulder.
"Oof", went a voice behind her as Ari realized she accidentally threw a piece of paper at her radioman.
"Do you need some help ma'm?" Inquired the sailor as he tried to hide his amusement
"NO….. yes", Caved Ari as she accepted help, she wasn't going to let Admiral Thompson spend his birthday forgotten!
So though the war still raged thoughout the world, Pearl Harbor bustled with the life of the ships and their crews, the antics of the spirits worked to lift the spirits of the men there, even if just a bit.
Meanwhile
A courier kept running though out the desolate forest, legs burning as he looked frantically for Soviet troops. He had to get to Kuhmo before the Soviets arrived, hopefully the Winter War would not turn out so badly for the outnumbered and outgunned Finns.
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- Location
- Nashville
Heh, actually can Utah cook? I just made an assumption as she was a training ship, and thus will have alot of experience not being able to cook well, despite a few exceptions...
- Location
- Canada
Danbooru post number 2836840 would be close, though it's Sara popping out of Iowa's donut cart instead. (curiously, Iowa is the adult, when Sara is MUCH older...)
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
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- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
Righto...didn't have time this weekend to get the chapter done. Ended up sleeping more than I wanted, pretty much napping the days away. Guess I was more worn out than I thought (when a student who isn't even in my classes says 'you look exhausted' that's probably a sign...) so no chapter. To at least make up for that a little, have some snippets from future chapters. These are in spoiler tags primarily for neatness. They do not hold any major spoilers, so feel free to discuss them if wanted. It would give the thread something to do other than bully the Sky discuss random things, after all.
One down...next:
And...
Again, these aren't really spoiler heavy. The Italian one is arguably the most so, but even there I'm not saying exactly how Doria got where she is. Or what she means when talking about Italy. Because that would be spoilers
The other two aren't really spoilers. Even Schreiber's bit. Also, since we're talking about Europeans...after the Pearl bit is done, we'll have an interlude before Arc 3 kicks off. I'll leave it to the readers to decide which nation it is from, out of three options:
[] France
[] Britain
[] Italy
The little previews are from different points in the story, and not involved with the interlude. And Germany needs its own focus, not an interlude. So one of those three.
As for the next chapter? Whenever I find the time...dunno how the week will go.
(the lack of American or Japanese snippets is because I need to get to sleep, more than anything else. That and I want to focus my energy in that regard on finishing Pearl)
With a hiss heard even from the deck of HMS Queen Elizabeth, Winston Churchill's famous cigar fell into the waters of the North Sea. The bullish Prime Minister held a hand to his red cheek, working his jaw lightly. His gaze drifting to the practically steaming form of a little red-haired woman, glaring at him. She was short and slim, but the woman was certainly not weak. And her glare would be enough to melt steel.
"How dare you act like that. I haven't forgotten Gallipoli, Mr. Churchill." The woman's voice was colder than ice, as her eyes bore into Churchill's. "Don't presume to act friendly with me. I know that was your idea."
Silently rubbing his cheek, Churchill raised an eyebrow. As if it were a cue, the woman continued ranting at the man.
"And don't even get me started on this war. How are we supposed to fight with so few resources? Do you even know how hard it is for poor Barham to leave dock?"
As the redhead continued to build up steam, she was rather rudely cut off as Churchill finally exploded into deep, rumbling laughter. This seemed to stun all present, while the Prime Minister removed his hand from his red cheek. The bulldog of Britain bore a grin that had been hidden by his palm.
"I do so love a woman with fire in her," Churchill stepped forward, even his rather stout frame towering over the slim woman in front of him. "So, you remember Gallipoli, Elizabeth?"
As a battleship, the redhead refused to back away from a challenge. "I bloody well do."
"Tell me a way to make up for it, and I will do everything in my power to do so." Churchill, even with the comical red handprint on his cheek, managed to carry all the seriousness that made him so popular at home. "The Royal Navy are heroes, and it is the least I can do to help our brave men and, now, women on the front."
For the first time since he had stepped aboard, Winston Churchill shocked Queen Elizabeth into a stunned silence.
"How dare you act like that. I haven't forgotten Gallipoli, Mr. Churchill." The woman's voice was colder than ice, as her eyes bore into Churchill's. "Don't presume to act friendly with me. I know that was your idea."
Silently rubbing his cheek, Churchill raised an eyebrow. As if it were a cue, the woman continued ranting at the man.
"And don't even get me started on this war. How are we supposed to fight with so few resources? Do you even know how hard it is for poor Barham to leave dock?"
As the redhead continued to build up steam, she was rather rudely cut off as Churchill finally exploded into deep, rumbling laughter. This seemed to stun all present, while the Prime Minister removed his hand from his red cheek. The bulldog of Britain bore a grin that had been hidden by his palm.
"I do so love a woman with fire in her," Churchill stepped forward, even his rather stout frame towering over the slim woman in front of him. "So, you remember Gallipoli, Elizabeth?"
As a battleship, the redhead refused to back away from a challenge. "I bloody well do."
"Tell me a way to make up for it, and I will do everything in my power to do so." Churchill, even with the comical red handprint on his cheek, managed to carry all the seriousness that made him so popular at home. "The Royal Navy are heroes, and it is the least I can do to help our brave men and, now, women on the front."
For the first time since he had stepped aboard, Winston Churchill shocked Queen Elizabeth into a stunned silence.
One down...next:
"...what is this, my dear?"
Admiral Lütjens frowned, as he looked down on the letter in his hands. Before him, the friendly maid Sascha shuffled slightly. Her normally confident features marred by a deep blush, hands clenching in her dark skirt.
"That is a letter from my sister, Herr Admiral. I--please don't think less of her, but she is a rather prominent member of a resistance to the Nazi Party. She asked me to get the message to you, from an Admiral Schreiber."
If Lütjens had been confused before, it was only growing in prominence. His eyes trailed down on the letter in hand, wondering just what it contained. An Anti-Nazi sister? Admiral Schreiber working through channels in opposition to the government? He had only met the older man in passing, but this was certainly not something he expected from the former captain of Blucher. Hm.
"I see..." Muttering softly, the Admiral opened the letter and began reading. His eyebrow climbing further and further up his brow as he did.
"Admiral Lütjens,
I understand that this message will come as a surprise to you. It was not easy to get this message out or to find out you were alive. I apologize that I was unable to sortie all those months ago, to help you against the British. Gneisenau sinking was not something I had anticipated. However, this may work in both our favors and, indeed, in the favor of our nation herself. You, I am sure, understand how dangerous Hitler is for Germany. We may have him to thank for the return to prominence after Versailles, however, his continued efforts undermine all of this.
The war in Russia is not going well, nor will it end well. I have never been more certain of anything in my life. Germany will fall. It may take months, it may take years, but she cannot stand against the West and East united. If Germany is to survive, if we are all to survive in a nation that is not humbled at the feet of our enemies, we must remove Hitler and attempt to negotiate with the West.
I don't hold much hope for this. I am aware of how set they are on unconditional surrender. However, I want you to talk with the British. Perhaps they would be willing to listen to two Admirals. I can only hope so.
-Gustav Schreiber"
Tearing his eyes from the letter, Lütjens frowned deeply. He stared at Sascha, one question above all on his lips.
"Just who is your sister? How did she get this message out?"
Sascha blushed even brighter, only mumbling under her breath. What she said had the Admiral's eyes widening in dawning comprehension...
Admiral Lütjens frowned, as he looked down on the letter in his hands. Before him, the friendly maid Sascha shuffled slightly. Her normally confident features marred by a deep blush, hands clenching in her dark skirt.
"That is a letter from my sister, Herr Admiral. I--please don't think less of her, but she is a rather prominent member of a resistance to the Nazi Party. She asked me to get the message to you, from an Admiral Schreiber."
If Lütjens had been confused before, it was only growing in prominence. His eyes trailed down on the letter in hand, wondering just what it contained. An Anti-Nazi sister? Admiral Schreiber working through channels in opposition to the government? He had only met the older man in passing, but this was certainly not something he expected from the former captain of Blucher. Hm.
"I see..." Muttering softly, the Admiral opened the letter and began reading. His eyebrow climbing further and further up his brow as he did.
"Admiral Lütjens,
I understand that this message will come as a surprise to you. It was not easy to get this message out or to find out you were alive. I apologize that I was unable to sortie all those months ago, to help you against the British. Gneisenau sinking was not something I had anticipated. However, this may work in both our favors and, indeed, in the favor of our nation herself. You, I am sure, understand how dangerous Hitler is for Germany. We may have him to thank for the return to prominence after Versailles, however, his continued efforts undermine all of this.
The war in Russia is not going well, nor will it end well. I have never been more certain of anything in my life. Germany will fall. It may take months, it may take years, but she cannot stand against the West and East united. If Germany is to survive, if we are all to survive in a nation that is not humbled at the feet of our enemies, we must remove Hitler and attempt to negotiate with the West.
I don't hold much hope for this. I am aware of how set they are on unconditional surrender. However, I want you to talk with the British. Perhaps they would be willing to listen to two Admirals. I can only hope so.
-Gustav Schreiber"
Tearing his eyes from the letter, Lütjens frowned deeply. He stared at Sascha, one question above all on his lips.
"Just who is your sister? How did she get this message out?"
Sascha blushed even brighter, only mumbling under her breath. What she said had the Admiral's eyes widening in dawning comprehension...
And...
Even in the time she had spent in Valleta, Andrea Doria would never be used to Malta. This was not a place she had ever really expected to be, to say the least. It had been the goal of many Italians to have Malta back under the Crown in Rome. The hopes of the navy had rested on taking this island. Yet, even now, it felt odd being here.
How did it come to this, anyway?
Doria sighed, shaking her head. Pointless thoughts. Italy was not the nation she had remembered. In more ways than one. Not least because of the little destroyer currently resting her head on the battleship's lap.
"This is coooommmmfffyyyy," little Turbine was normally not this...clingy. At least from what Doria remembered.
Whatever had brought her back changed the girl. Made her more childish. It was all very strange, to say the least.
"Turbine, you cannot stay here forever." Even if her words were meant to be chiding, Doria couldn't help the fondness in her tone. She had her motherly side after all.
"But I don't want to leave. It's so cold when I do." Turbine's pout hid the very real fear in her voice. The destroyer hated the cold, even in the warm waters of the Mediterranean.
Another question to ask, when Doria managed to track down that engineer.
"Ah, but our new friends will be visiting soon. You wouldn't want to be laying like this when they arrive."
With another pout, the little girl crawled off of Doria's lap and crossed her arms. Her head stubbornly looked at the castle in the distance, and not at Doria- ship or woman.
How did it come to this, anyway?
Doria sighed, shaking her head. Pointless thoughts. Italy was not the nation she had remembered. In more ways than one. Not least because of the little destroyer currently resting her head on the battleship's lap.
"This is coooommmmfffyyyy," little Turbine was normally not this...clingy. At least from what Doria remembered.
Whatever had brought her back changed the girl. Made her more childish. It was all very strange, to say the least.
"Turbine, you cannot stay here forever." Even if her words were meant to be chiding, Doria couldn't help the fondness in her tone. She had her motherly side after all.
"But I don't want to leave. It's so cold when I do." Turbine's pout hid the very real fear in her voice. The destroyer hated the cold, even in the warm waters of the Mediterranean.
Another question to ask, when Doria managed to track down that engineer.
"Ah, but our new friends will be visiting soon. You wouldn't want to be laying like this when they arrive."
With another pout, the little girl crawled off of Doria's lap and crossed her arms. Her head stubbornly looked at the castle in the distance, and not at Doria- ship or woman.
Again, these aren't really spoiler heavy. The Italian one is arguably the most so, but even there I'm not saying exactly how Doria got where she is. Or what she means when talking about Italy. Because that would be spoilers
The other two aren't really spoilers. Even Schreiber's bit. Also, since we're talking about Europeans...after the Pearl bit is done, we'll have an interlude before Arc 3 kicks off. I'll leave it to the readers to decide which nation it is from, out of three options:
[] France
[] Britain
[] Italy
The little previews are from different points in the story, and not involved with the interlude. And Germany needs its own focus, not an interlude. So one of those three.
As for the next chapter? Whenever I find the time...dunno how the week will go.
(the lack of American or Japanese snippets is because I need to get to sleep, more than anything else. That and I want to focus my energy in that regard on finishing Pearl)
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- Arizona
[X] Italy *to the tune of badger badger* Pasta Pasta Pasta Pasta Pasta Pasta Pasta Pasta VINO VINO
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
[X] Britain.
Because I want Churchill to somehow apologize for Hood. Even if she's not dead here, she still has loads of problems.
Because I want Churchill to somehow apologize for Hood. Even if she's not dead here, she still has loads of problems.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
And that confirms my suspicions.
- Location
- Philippines
Happy birthday, Sky! May Sara continue to smile upon you ^^
[x] Britain
After that entertaining scene with Churchill, this is now my headcanon for Queen Elizabeth's appearance in your story.
For those who don't know, FGO implies that Drake is Queen Elizabeth I in disguise.
[x] Britain
After that entertaining scene with Churchill, this is now my headcanon for Queen Elizabeth's appearance in your story.
For those who don't know, FGO implies that Drake is Queen Elizabeth I in disguise.
Hmm, a rather difficult choice you've presented to us, Sky. All three have enticing hooks.
*thinks for a bit*
[X] Britain.
*thinks for a bit*
[X] Britain.