I wonder if any of the IJN ship came back from the future smack dab in their homeland and very confused about all this and would their try to change the future ?.
There has been discussion on this, both here in the thread and on Discord. I will say this: Guessing who could be a time-travelling shipgirl has amused Sky a fair bit.
Regardless with the Zero strafing Sara's bridge, I am more worried about the damn thing's 20mm cannons, whatever plating that's around the bridge wings should protect it from 7.7mm machine gun fire but a 20mm cannon round, even with the lazy punt that Japanese 20mm cannons have would go through it like paper. Still, Sara should consider herself lucky that the hit she took was likely just a 250-kilogram bomb had it been an 800-kilogram job or hell even a five hundred kilogram bomb, the damage would've likely been crippling. As it stands, Sara is incapable of flight ops for a couple of hours at least, depending on the damage.
Regardless with the Zero strafing Sara's bridge, I am more worried about the damn thing's 20mm cannons, whatever plating that's around the bridge wings should protect it from 7.7mm machine gun fire but a 20mm cannon round, even with the lazy punt that Japanese 20mm cannons have would go through it like paper. Still, Sara should consider herself lucky that the hit she took was likely just a 250-kilogram bomb had it been an 800-kilogram job or hell even a five hundred kilogram bomb, the damage would've likely been crippling. As it stands, Sara is incapable of flight ops for a couple of hours at least, depending on the damage.
"No idea at all. She has no idea what we are facing." A soft murmur, overtaken by the sound of a sailing warship. Gaze sweeping out over her plane-guards, Kaga let out an imperceptible sigh.
Those destroyers carving wakes through the ocean had no idea what they were doing. They just knew they needed to protect her. Kaga hardly begrudged them their simple lives. But Hiryuu? No. The old carrier could not even bring herself to look in the direction of her counterpart.
Hiryuu was, if not as bad as the Fifth Division, still naive. Childish. She had no concept of what they were, truly, up against. She was so obsessed with the doctrine of her beloved Tamon-maru that she was blinded to their weakness. And to her own inadequacy in combat. Her own inexperience, as well. The younger girl was arrogant to think they could win without even worrying. The cheers of jubilation echoing across from the other ship did little to change her mind. Nor did the fact she couldn't actually talk to Hiryuu.
And so, Kaga could not bear to look at her.
The moment you underestimate your opponent, you have lost. The moment you believe yourself superior, you have lost. This is a lesson we have always known. Or so I thought.
Letting her brown eyed gaze fall to her lap, Kaga clenched her hands gently. No carrier that had gone through as many modernizations as she had, could ignore how things had changed since her birth. Seeing what had happened to Akagi's pilots only reinforced that. That was why Kaga was not going to cheer her men flying to their deaths.
That was why she considered Hiryuu naive.
Because she knew that many of those men may not be coming back.
Well, I cannot say that Kaga is wrong with her analysis of Hiryuu. Unfortunately for her, those words also could be used to describe the Japanese High Command in 1941.
As the excited voice rang in his ear, Lieutenant Kaneda frowned. The Americans never sailed in formation like that...at least, so the reports said. American carriers operated alone. Yet, he couldn't deny what he saw. Far below his Aichi, a pair of American carriers sailed in close formation. One small carrier and one monstrosity that could only be a Lexington.
A fine prize, to be sure, but also a tough target. Even if that oversized stack made for an easy reference to sight in on.
Honestly, there is none of the grace of our carriers.
Snorting softly, Kaneda turned his eyes out at his formation. Smaller than it should have been after those thrice-damned P-40s chewed through it at Pearl, it was still a potent force. A dozen Aichi bombers off his wings, all following him. It was a heady feeling. With sunlight glinting off his wings, Kaneda mulled over which carrier to attack.
"Hm..." Gaze flicking to the recognition chart in his cockpit, the Japanese pilot bit his lip. The Yorktown down there was equivalent to his own Hiryuu. New and untested. But the Lexington was larger and more capable.
This Yorktown might be 'new and untested', but she is also the toughest carrier of the war historically. Admittedly Sister Sara is bigger and has more planes, but Little E Does Not Lose carrier battles. Period. Dot.
With a shaky nod, the carrier did the best she could. Tuning out the roar of combat, she dove deep. Her mind focused on what was going on inside her hull. Where sweating fire crews ran around, carrying buckets and wrangling hoses. Screams echoed down darkened halls. Her massive propulsion plant continued to push her through the waves, despite the smoke clogging it. Or the waves of fire spreading across her hangar.
"I--" sucking in a breath, Sara steeled herself. She was a warship, damnit! "The bomb got into my hangar. I think the crew has the fires under control."
"And the stack?" Thompson continued to rub circles along her should---
When had he started doing that?
Without realizing it, Sara felt a small smile crossing her face. A weak one. "It's slowing me down. Without proper ventilation, I--I can't go full speed. I'm sorry, if I had been a little..."
Well, Sara's out of the fight with a torn-up flight deck. However, she's not in any real danger assuming that she purged her avgas lines, which she should have after talking to Thompson so that we don't have a repeat of Lady Lex's death at Coral Sea. Machinery spaces are intact, which is the big thing to keep her alive.
Fortunately, Little E can recover her planes and keep a CAP up. Speaking of Sara's planes, methinks a pair of Japanese carriers are about to have very unwelcome visitors.
One of those ships was Enterprise, ducking and weaving through Japanese torpedo spreads. Sara could see her over the dark hair of her Admiral, pumping flame into the sky as she frantically dodged attacks. The younger carrier sounded panicked.
Of course, Little E hasn't seen any more combat than I have...and...
Enterprise didn't want to see her family die again. Even if she hadn't seen it, the other her had.
"I'm f-fine, Little E." Sara forced the pain out of her voice, even as her Admiral tore off part of his uniform and began wrapping it around her torso. He did know that wouldn't help, right?
"No you aren't!" Enterprise's voice was still fully of rightful panic. "Aunt Sara, you're burning!"
Sara couldn't reply to that, save for a wince as Thompson tightened the makeshift bandages. Instead, he was the one to reply. "Don't worry, Enterprise. I've done everything I can to help her. We won't be sinking today."
"Yes?" While his face was hidden, Admiral Thompson's smile was plainly visible. At least, when he answered an unspoken question. "I know, I know, there's a woman here. I'll explain once the Japanese are gone. Is something wrong with my ship?"
There are a lot of things wrong. Sara wanted to say, as she gently rubbed the warm spot on her side. Blood already soaked through the bandage.
"R--right, sir," the younger man's voice sounded unconvinced, but he wasn't pushing the point. "The fires are mostly under control now. If we don't get hit again, we can make it back to Pearl without issue."
Thompson nodded, his cheek brushing up against Sara's blue hair. "Good. Well, I think the worst is past us anyway. The Japanese lost a lot of planes at Pearl, they can't have many more to throw at us."
"Damnit, one of them got past me! It's heading right for Sara's bridge!"
A silver speck of a Zero rapidly grew in size, as it dove in an obvious attempt to strafe the officer standing on Sara's bridge-wing. The Japanese pilot was heedless of the fire all around him. He didn't seem to care about the Wildcats diving after him.
He was filled with a single-minded determination to kill an American officer and nothing would stop him.
"Admiral, get down!"
There was no hesitation, as Sara threw her injured body over Thompson and into her bridge. As the sound of machine gun fire rang in her ears, it was all she could do.
Please, let him be okay. I can't lose him. I can't lose---
Even if the Zero kamikazes into the bridge, it probably won't kill Sara since her damcon is on top of matters. They might be conning her from auxiliary control or main engineering, but she's heading back to port anyway to get her flight deck fixed (and more AA added while she's laid up).
I'm sure that for the last year plus Thompson has 'encouraged' his crew to practice damage control until they can keep Sara afloat in their sleep, since he knows that she will most definitely be going into harm's way.
I think that it is more a case of them not thinking of using their radios to talk to each other. Remember that the USN girls did not talk to each other before Thompson started interacting, though they had the capability to.
Also in this specific case, the Kido Butai went to fairly great lengths to keep radio silence for the attack on Pearl. IIRC the radio transmitters were actually physically disabled on some ships to prevent any accidents, and I know Akagi's main radioman was assigned to a ship off Okinawa to broadcast from there to make it appear CarDiv 1 was in home waters. So even though Kaga is probably *capable* of communicating, she is not talking because she is under orders to keep radio silence and is not thinking of herself as having the ability to communicate. Besides what is she going to say to Hiryuu to get the other girl to listen and get with the program?
Regardless with the Zero strafing Sara's bridge, I am more worried about the damn thing's 20mm cannons, whatever plating that's around the bridge wings should protect it from 7.7mm machine gun fire but a 20mm cannon round, even with the lazy punt that Japanese 20mm cannons have would go through it like paper. Still, Sara should consider herself lucky that the hit she took was likely just a 250-kilogram bomb had it been an 800-kilogram job or hell even a five hundred kilogram bomb, the damage would've likely been crippling. As it stands, Sara is incapable of flight ops for a couple of hours at least, depending on the damage.
True, but that means that the USN is down but not out, since Enterprise is combat capable and can rearm aircraft. I suspect that Sara and E's wings are already heading to Hiryu and Kaga, since they should have a rough idea as to location now even without a sighting by their scouts.
I also wonder whether or not the IJN pilots are going to report that Sara is 'killed' since she is on fire now. They probably won't mistake Little E and Sister Sara for each other though.
I also wonder whether or not the IJN pilots are going to report that Sara is 'killed' since she is on fire now. They probably won't mistake Little E and Sister Sara for each other though.
Depends on where that bomb hit, but if it hit where I think it hit. Which would be probably abreast of her gun turrets, then Sara is most probably mission-killed because her forward elevator is likely either damaged or jammed meaning that she can't bring aircraft to her hanger making it impossible for her to spot planes.
Well, I cannot say that Kaga is wrong with her analysis of Hiryuu. Unfortunately for her, those words also could be used to describe the Japanese High Command in 1941.
This Yorktown might be 'new and untested', but she is also the toughest carrier of the war historically. Admittedly Sister Sara is bigger and has more planes, but Little E Does Not Lose carrier battles. Period. Dot.
Well, Sara's out of the fight with a torn-up flight deck. However, she's not in any real danger assuming that she purged her avgas lines, which she should have after talking to Thompson so that we don't have a repeat of Lady Lex's death at Coral Sea. Machinery spaces are intact, which is the big thing to keep her alive.
Fortunately, Little E can recover her planes and keep a CAP up. Speaking of Sara's planes, methinks a pair of Japanese carriers are about to have very unwelcome visitors.
I could see this as being justification for her WWII success. She turned into a raging berserker to protect what family she had left. As she lost her sisters, her aunts, etc..., she kept slipping.
I'm sure that for the last year plus Thompson has 'encouraged' his crew to practice damage control until they can keep Sara afloat in their sleep, since he knows that she will most definitely be going into harm's way.
"Well Thompson, I though I saw everything when you revealed Enterprise had a actual spirit," Admiral Halsey stated, glancing at his fellow admiral, "but this takes the cake."
Thompson could only shake his head. "This is a new one on me."
The two admirals could only stare in stunned disbelief at a small Little E struggling to carry a wounded Sister Sara in her arms. With Little E muttering under her breath, "I will not let you sink!"
It was either that or to turn around.
And admit that, SOMEHOW, the damaged USS Saratoga was out of the ocean, and was currently resting on the flight deck of the USS Enterprise!
"Well Thompson, I though I saw everything when you revealed Enterprise had a actual spirit," Admiral Halsey stated, glancing at his fellow admiral, "but this takes the cake."
Thompson could only shake his head. "This is a new one on me."
The two admirals could only stare in stunned disbelief at a smaller Little E struggling to hold up a wounded Sister Sara in her arms. With Little E muttering under her breath, "I will not let you sink!"
It was either that or to turn around.
And admit that, SOMEHOW, the damaged USS Saratoga was out of the ocean, and was currently resting on the flight deck of the USS Enterprise!
Depends on where that bomb hit, but if it hit where I think it hit. Which would be probably abreast of her gun turrets, then Sara is most probably mission-killed because her forward elevator is likely either damaged or jammed meaning that she can't bring aircraft to her hanger making it impossible for her to spot planes.
The other one could only lift 6,000 pounds and was thirty feet by thirty-six feet. It can just barely lift a Wildcat empty and while it could lift a Devastator it won't fit, too long by about five feet, I mean you could lift the damn thing but it has to be fitted on sideways, and the SBD is too damn heavy by several hundred pounds. That hit has probably just put Saratoga out of business for the entire battle.
Plus as @Dirtnap said, "if there's a hole in her deck, she can't safely land planes on it."
remember though, its a wooden flight deck. repairing that is a simple matter of grabbing some 2x4's and hammering nails, and given historical performances of the 250 pound bombs, we're looking a roughly 10 square foot hole. Right now Sara's roughly in the same state as E was in Eastern Solomons, and she was back in action within an hour.
remember though, its a wooden flight deck. repairing that is a simple matter of grabbing some 2x4's and hammering nails, and given historical performances of the 250 pound bombs, we're looking a roughly 10 square foot hole. Right now Sara's roughly in the same state as E was in Eastern Solomons, and she was back in action within an hour.
Depends on what sort of shape that the forward elevator is in. If the thing is unscathed but jammed not a problem, easy patch. If it's partially collapsed then that's a big problem for no patch would have a steel support structure underneath the hole in the wood. You'd need to install it the hard way and then put the patch in. Saratoga's forward elevator was very far forward, abaft of the number two gun mount forward.
Regardless with the Zero strafing Sara's bridge, I am more worried about the damn thing's 20mm cannons, whatever plating that's around the bridge wings should protect it from 7.7mm machine gun fire but a 20mm cannon round, even with the lazy punt that Japanese 20mm cannons have would go through it like paper. Still, Sara should consider herself lucky that the hit she took was likely just a 250-kilogram bomb had it been an 800-kilogram job or hell even a five hundred kilogram bomb, the damage would've likely been crippling. As it stands, Sara is incapable of flight ops for a couple of hours at least, depending on the damage.
Pretty thick, won't penetrate but by that virtue gotta worry about ricochets though from shots that miss and hit the deck plating or bulkhead. As it stands, if Thompson gets wounded during this strafing run. He'll be one of the few Admirals in history who earn a Purple Heart while they are at the rank of Admiral.
I am pretty sure that's a none issue, the windows would've likely shattered when the Japanese bomb went off from either the shrapnel or shockwave. It's probably what resulted in Sara's Captain getting KIA'd by the bomb hit, the captain's chair is right next to the forward windows on the bridge. Poor bastard didn't stand a chance.
I am pretty sure that's a none issue, the windows would've likely shattered when the Japanese bomb went off from either the shrapnel or shockwave. It's probably what resulted in Sara's Captain getting KIA'd by the bomb hit, the captain's chair is right next to the forward windows on the bridge. Poor bastard didn't stand a chance.
I don't think that the windows really matter because they are on the bridge wings (or would it be wraparound battlement? Not sure) thus they are pretty damned exposed. Thankfully, we can say for certain that this Zero driver won't go all kamikaze on us (I am ninety percent sure).
Yeah, I don't think the captain was in the chair when he got hit. As someone who has seen his fair share of the stuff, I can say it takes a bit to get that classic "river of blood" effect.
Well, I cannot say that Kaga is wrong with her analysis of Hiryuu. Unfortunately for her, those words also could be used to describe the Japanese High Command in 1941.
I'm sure that for the last year plus Thompson has 'encouraged' his crew to practice damage control until they can keep Sara afloat in their sleep, since he knows that she will most definitely be going into harm's way.
1. Please stop insulting Hiryuu. Imperial Japan High Command is to Hiryuu what Maximum-Exaggerated-Pola is to Nagato at Bikini in level of in-touch with reality.
2. *a few torpedoes later*
Halsey frowned and picked up the radio microphone "Thompson, why's your crew jumping overboard instead of a more orderly disembarkation?" He got what sounded suspiciously like a strangled burble from the other end as he put the binoculars to his eyes... and gaped.
"They're walking on water, Admiral!" Enterprise's captain informed him, taking a break from gaping.
"And they're picking the ship up out of the water before trying to run after us." And miserably failing as they were only running something like fifteen knots due to human sprint speed limitations. Still, if they were as nimble as Utah demonstrated at Pearl... "I can see that... but I don't think this is quite what Thompson meant when he said he'd drill his crew to be able to keep Sara afloat in their sleep! The rest of the fleet is to send over repair teams as soon as we finish repelling this air attack. I want Thompson's crew to be able to get back on their boat before they have to run with the ship back to Pearl."
"Admiral Halsey?" Sara's voice said over the radio.
"How's Thompson?"
"He's even more shocked than you are... oh, and you didn't let go of the broadcast button."
"At this rate, I can see what I'll be doing after retirement, probably the Looney Tunes." And then Halsey finally lifted his finger off the "broadcast" button.
Depends on where that bomb hit, but if it hit where I think it hit. Which would be probably abreast of her gun turrets, then Sara is most probably mission-killed because her forward elevator is likely either damaged or jammed meaning that she can't bring aircraft to her hanger making it impossible for her to spot planes.
As Utah said earlier, shipgirls are as strong as their horsepower.
Which means Sara should easily be able to woman-handle a pulley and bring up aircraft from her hangar even with a huge hole in the middle of the flight deck (whcih can easily be patched in time for returning planes to land).
Sounds right to have "Bitchy Mountain" booting Bishamonten out of the way as the new Shinto war god.
Because Little E will totally need a nickname, and with the similar pronunciation...
Depends on what sort of shape that the forward elevator is in. If the thing is unscathed but jammed not a problem, easy patch. If it's partially collapsed then that's a big problem for no patch would have a steel support structure underneath the hole in the wood. You'd need to install it the hard way and then put the patch in. Saratoga's forward elevator was very far forward, abaft of the number two gun mount forward.
If the refit made the aft and forward elevators equal as Thompson should have recommended, then takeoffs can start from closer to the stern and by the time it reaches the forward elevator patch-over, either the plane would lift off already or the lift would be enough to be less than the full weight of plane and equipment anyhow. Planes generally didn't require the full run to take off, even torpedo bombers, to allow spotting on deck for even the shorter Yorktowns and taking off in sequence.
The alternative is the far more terrifying option of "we have only 100m left of edge of flight deck that's not burnt and blasted to hell yet? Machinery spaces are still working, so that's no problem for launching aircraft. Here, just let me get a good hold on your arrestor hook anchoring frame and your torpedo, and here we go!"
The scariest part about going 20 gravities acceleration for 1 second going forward, reaching 200 m/s over a distance of 100 meters, is how blasted-off most of Sara's front would be for this to be required. It would probably look like she'd been partly flayed.
Note that launching fighters is much simpler. The F4F's stall speed is about 85 miles per hour without flaps, that's a bit under 90*1.6/3.6 = 40 meters per second. At the maximum reliably survivable 20 gravities acceleration (round to 200 m/s^2) Sara can throw a plane to go that fast in the blink of an eye (1/5 second) over a distance of 4 meters.
The question is, how much acceleration can the AIRFRAME survive? Because Sara can only run at a limited speed of about 60 kilometers per hour or 50 miles an hour... if needed, she could always hook up something to push the plane with that she can apply force to using her hands, but by that point we might as well just take a seaplane catapult off someone to rig up a big atlatl...