?? Isn't that what I said? ??
Go for Tom Clancy. Especially "Hunt for Red October" (the book).
Crimson Aria (Arpeggio of Blue Steel)
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?? Isn't that what I said? ??
Go for Tom Clancy. Especially "Hunt for Red October" (the book).
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
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Must have been looking at something else. I had read it as Richard has a fleet.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
It's the ARX-7 Arbalest from Full Metal Panic.
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Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
Did I ever mention I'm making this up as I go?
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The first lance of plasma fire was enough to shatter the Klien barrier of one of enemy ships. The water around the ship boiled as what was left of the energy barrier vanished into motes of lights and arcing electricity. "Only warning, assholes. Get out of my waters or we find out how well you float missing half your operational mass."
"I-I've identified the hostiles!" Porter's voice echoed from somewhere near Dakota. "Two Baltimore Class Heavy Cruisers. I, uh, can't figure out which one's they are exactly....sorry..."
"Dammit Porter, Get clear!" Dakota yelled. "I don't need you get slagged!" A soft 'eep' echoed from the other side of the com-link before the connection dropped. Another connection popped open shortly after. "Augusta, Wichita, status!"
"Both uglies pinned and on the ropes!" Wichita happily chirped over the line. "I don't know who these guys are but we should piss them off more-" Her sentence was cut off as an explosion echoed over the line. "Son of a WHORE. Two more contacts! Look like more cruisers."
"It seem's that they have also brought submarines." Augusta quipped over the line. "I am picking up at least 3 subsurface contacts."
"Any other surprises?" Dakota asked sarcastically.
"They seem to be transmitting a distress signal on channel Three-Seven-Bravo. They are claiming we have gone rogue."
At this, Richardson was rewarded with the rare sight of a Fog Fleet Battleship being rendered speechless, at least briefly. Dakota didn't say anything as she brought up the channel in question.
"...has gone rogue. Repeat, Under Attack by Task Force Crimson, requesting assistance. Unable to disengage, believe Dakota has gone rogue. Repeat..." Dakota closed the channel and for a moment simply fumed.
"Those lying BASTARDS!" Dakota sliced a hand through the air, and her hull replied by bringing even more weapons systems to the ready. "What the hell are they thinking?! And they aren't trying to disengage!" to punctuate the point, another lance of plasma bounced off Dakota's barrier.
Richardson thought about that for a moment. "Its a set-up."
Dakota turned to the human. "what are you talking about now?"
"Its some sort of set up, it has to be." Richardson replied. "Thats why they're saying one thing and doing another. They need to make it look good."
"I concur, Dakota." Augusta chimed in. "Such a scheme is consistent with several of the narratives in my collection."
"...To hell with it." Dakota replied. "I'm just going to kill them."
"That might be ill-advised, Flagship." Augusta replied. "They may be expecting that sort of response - such actions would simply support their narrative. I recommend disabling enemy contacts and interrogation."
"Only need to interrogate one." Dakota replied. "I count four." A salvo of fire from her main gun's pounded into the first of the enemy cruisers, the entire vessel rocking as its still fragile barrier shattered for the second time before its deck and hull was scoured by burning super-heated gases. It hull didn't survive under the bombardment very long, and soon the plasma fire began to punch clean through the cruiser. After a minute the fire slackened off, leaving little of the cruiser left above the water line. What little remained didn't even detonate, instead simply cracking in half and slipping below the waves. Dakota smirked. "Make that three. Wichita! single out a cruiser and start ham-stringing it - I want my prisoner. Porter, Augusta, start targeting those submarines. The last two cruisers are mine."
A chorus of affirmatives echoed back, and a moment later the horizon in every direction began to light up like the fourth of July. After a minute of two of fighting, the other ships began calling in their status.
"First Submarine disabled," Augusta reported calmly. "Second has lost propulsion."
"Likewise." Wichita added. "Already taken out three of this guy's turrets and one of his engines. It's like they don't even care!"
Dakota grimaced as she loosed another volley of plasma fire onto the cruiser, followed by a salvo of missiles for good measure. They seemed to be far more effective then they should have been. As the second Cruiser went down to the sound of its own death-throws, the third one seemed to have forgone any form of strategy and instead was making a bee-line for Augusta. Another salvo of missiles detonated on the cruisers forward barrier, but it seemed undaunted as it poured even more power into its engines. Dakota couldn't transverse her main cannons fast enough as the cruiser closed in at a ludicrous rate. Dakota was forced to dump as much power as she could into her forward barrier as the cruiser crashed headlong into the battleship at top speed.
The Cruiser seemed to ripple as fire ripped down its length, compressing briefly before vanishing into a massive fireball that poured and around Dakota's barrier, enough kinetic force leaking through the rock the battleship where she sat as the water around her flashed to steam. Dakota for her part could only stare in shock, stunned into silence for the second time that day. "It just...she just...destroyed herself...for nothing."
"Flagship," Augusta chimed in. "Last submarine dispatched. Also detecting four vessels approaching. It appears to be Richelieu and a portion of the Emerald Fleet."
"Wichita?" Dakota asked.
"One Baltimore class Cruiser, ready for interrogation. Just about to pull out her..." Another explosion echoed over the com-link, followed closely by its distance-delayed echo. "Son of a BITCH! She just detonated!"
"What did you do!?!" Dakota demanded.
"Nothing!" Wichita replied quickly. "I swear! It was like she self-destructed!"
"So," Richardson started, his voice only quavering slightly as four more ships appeared on the horizon. "Somebody just sacrificed a fleet to make it look like you had gone crazy. Now what?"
"Now," Dakota replied. "thing's get very, very complicated."
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The first lance of plasma fire was enough to shatter the Klien barrier of one of enemy ships. The water around the ship boiled as what was left of the energy barrier vanished into motes of lights and arcing electricity. "Only warning, assholes. Get out of my waters or we find out how well you float missing half your operational mass."
"I-I've identified the hostiles!" Porter's voice echoed from somewhere near Dakota. "Two Baltimore Class Heavy Cruisers. I, uh, can't figure out which one's they are exactly....sorry..."
"Dammit Porter, Get clear!" Dakota yelled. "I don't need you get slagged!" A soft 'eep' echoed from the other side of the com-link before the connection dropped. Another connection popped open shortly after. "Augusta, Wichita, status!"
"Both uglies pinned and on the ropes!" Wichita happily chirped over the line. "I don't know who these guys are but we should piss them off more-" Her sentence was cut off as an explosion echoed over the line. "Son of a WHORE. Two more contacts! Look like more cruisers."
"It seem's that they have also brought submarines." Augusta quipped over the line. "I am picking up at least 3 subsurface contacts."
"Any other surprises?" Dakota asked sarcastically.
"They seem to be transmitting a distress signal on channel Three-Seven-Bravo. They are claiming we have gone rogue."
At this, Richardson was rewarded with the rare sight of a Fog Fleet Battleship being rendered speechless, at least briefly. Dakota didn't say anything as she brought up the channel in question.
"...has gone rogue. Repeat, Under Attack by Task Force Crimson, requesting assistance. Unable to disengage, believe Dakota has gone rogue. Repeat..." Dakota closed the channel and for a moment simply fumed.
"Those lying BASTARDS!" Dakota sliced a hand through the air, and her hull replied by bringing even more weapons systems to the ready. "What the hell are they thinking?! And they aren't trying to disengage!" to punctuate the point, another lance of plasma bounced off Dakota's barrier.
Richardson thought about that for a moment. "Its a set-up."
Dakota turned to the human. "what are you talking about now?"
"Its some sort of set up, it has to be." Richardson replied. "Thats why they're saying one thing and doing another. They need to make it look good."
"I concur, Dakota." Augusta chimed in. "Such a scheme is consistent with several of the narratives in my collection."
"...To hell with it." Dakota replied. "I'm just going to kill them."
"That might be ill-advised, Flagship." Augusta replied. "They may be expecting that sort of response - such actions would simply support their narrative. I recommend disabling enemy contacts and interrogation."
"Only need to interrogate one." Dakota replied. "I count four." A salvo of fire from her main gun's pounded into the first of the enemy cruisers, the entire vessel rocking as its still fragile barrier shattered for the second time before its deck and hull was scoured by burning super-heated gases. It hull didn't survive under the bombardment very long, and soon the plasma fire began to punch clean through the cruiser. After a minute the fire slackened off, leaving little of the cruiser left above the water line. What little remained didn't even detonate, instead simply cracking in half and slipping below the waves. Dakota smirked. "Make that three. Wichita! single out a cruiser and start ham-stringing it - I want my prisoner. Porter, Augusta, start targeting those submarines. The last two cruisers are mine."
A chorus of affirmatives echoed back, and a moment later the horizon in every direction began to light up like the fourth of July. After a minute of two of fighting, the other ships began calling in their status.
"First Submarine disabled," Augusta reported calmly. "Second has lost propulsion."
"Likewise." Wichita added. "Already taken out three of this guy's turrets and one of his engines. It's like they don't even care!"
Dakota grimaced as she loosed another volley of plasma fire onto the cruiser, followed by a salvo of missiles for good measure. They seemed to be far more effective then they should have been. As the second Cruiser went down to the sound of its own death-throws, the third one seemed to have forgone any form of strategy and instead was making a bee-line for Augusta. Another salvo of missiles detonated on the cruisers forward barrier, but it seemed undaunted as it poured even more power into its engines. Dakota couldn't transverse her main cannons fast enough as the cruiser closed in at a ludicrous rate. Dakota was forced to dump as much power as she could into her forward barrier as the cruiser crashed headlong into the battleship at top speed.
The Cruiser seemed to ripple as fire ripped down its length, compressing briefly before vanishing into a massive fireball that poured and around Dakota's barrier, enough kinetic force leaking through the rock the battleship where she sat as the water around her flashed to steam. Dakota for her part could only stare in shock, stunned into silence for the second time that day. "It just...she just...destroyed herself...for nothing."
"Flagship," Augusta chimed in. "Last submarine dispatched. Also detecting four vessels approaching. It appears to be Richelieu and a portion of the Emerald Fleet."
"Wichita?" Dakota asked.
"One Baltimore class Cruiser, ready for interrogation. Just about to pull out her..." Another explosion echoed over the com-link, followed closely by its distance-delayed echo. "Son of a BITCH! She just detonated!"
"What did you do!?!" Dakota demanded.
"Nothing!" Wichita replied quickly. "I swear! It was like she self-destructed!"
"So," Richardson started, his voice only quavering slightly as four more ships appeared on the horizon. "Somebody just sacrificed a fleet to make it look like you had gone crazy. Now what?"
"Now," Dakota replied. "thing's get very, very complicated."
Along with the weight disparity, the general lack of competence makes me believe that these were drones, not full ships.
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
Maybe I need them to have mental models....
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Unless...
they don't have mental models is a clue! D:
They are FAKE Cruisers!
No not...
*jossed*
I think you are way too focused on classifications. A Cleveland 'light' cruiser is 50% bigger and more powerful and better armored than, say, a Furutaka class heavy cruiser.
To say so large ships don't have MM because they aren't called 'heavy' seems rather legalistic to me.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
I think I remember in the recent chapters that Yamato granted a small fraction of her processing power to Yukikaze, one of her Destroyer escorts, in order for her to investigate something on her own. (I think it was the 4th Institute Incident? Must reread that part.)
And to think that it was "only a small fraction" of the Supreme Flagship's processing power that was able to grant a Mental Model...
So a sufficiently high-leveled ship can provide the processing power for a lesser ship to materialize its Mental Model, but its consciousness will still belong to the lesser ship?
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
That... could explain why Iona always had updated information about the Fog Fleet through the quantum network, despite no longer being part of the Fleet itself.
As expected of the
Well that, and that she's also the Administrative Node of the entire JTN.
Possibly also the hardware for it.
Yamato is also coming across a bit stalkerish with all this. Kotono goes down in the fire and immediately afterwards Yamato orders Iona in to keep an eye on him (54.5). Iona loses track of him and both she and Yamato get worried, so out goes Yukikaze.
And of course as Shouzou once implied when Musashi reported rumors his son had been killed on Iwo Jima, if something had really happened to him then Yamato would have been ... notably affected and making waves.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
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Maybe Yamato really just had that much of faith in Gunzou's abilities. For him to not fall that easily.
And correct me if I'm wrong in here:
1) I-401 surrenders itself to the Japanese Navy.
2) Shouzou is assigned as its captain and sets out (for somewhere?).
3) Shouzou is injured from a battle at sea and is saved from dying by Musashi.
4) I-401 (pre-loaded with a Mental Model?) later returns to Japan without Shouzou, and is locked up.
5) News of an alive Shouzou joining the Scarlet Fleet reaches Japan.
6) Gunzou attends the Yokosuka Naval Academy and meets his future crew.
7) He also meets Amaha Kotono later on.
8) The 4th Institute Accident happens and Kotono is MIA'd, but actually regrouped with Yamato.
9) Mental Models start appearing on all, if not most, heavier classed Fog Ships.
10) I-401 and Gunzou's first meeting, and then the rest of Arpeggio.
So since we saw a MM of Musashi before I-401 went to Japan for the second time, the order of MM age would be:
1) Yamato
2) Musashi
3) I-401
4) Everyone else.
The Mental Model ability was first seen in the Yamato-class (with Iona as the outlier) which was later implemented on all other ships?
2) Shouzou is assigned as its captain and sets out (for somewhere?).
3) Shouzou is injured from a battle at sea and is saved from dying by Musashi.
4) I-401 (pre-loaded with a Mental Model?) later returns to Japan without Shouzou, and is locked up.
5) News of an alive Shouzou joining the Scarlet Fleet reaches Japan.
6) Gunzou attends the Yokosuka Naval Academy and meets his future crew.
7) He also meets Amaha Kotono later on.
8) The 4th Institute Accident happens and Kotono is MIA'd, but actually regrouped with Yamato.
9) Mental Models start appearing on all, if not most, heavier classed Fog Ships.
10) I-401 and Gunzou's first meeting, and then the rest of Arpeggio.
So since we saw a MM of Musashi before I-401 went to Japan for the second time, the order of MM age would be:
1) Yamato
2) Musashi
3) I-401
4) Everyone else.
The Mental Model ability was first seen in the Yamato-class (with Iona as the outlier) which was later implemented on all other ships?
Iona is seen forming a MM during the Musashi/Yamato/401 battle.
He, Sou and Kotono are childhood friends, implying they grew up together. That hole of 17 years in Yamato's story kinda matches with this. Spooky yes? Kinda makes you wonder what Yamato's "experience points" on the tactical network are, growing up for years not knowing she isn't a human ...
I believe the background material has the nazi/Japan group (Gauss & co) running into people known as the "Bismarck twins". Bismarck has a twin MM.
Also, we're derailing this story thread a bit. Is there a general Arpeggio thread?
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meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
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- Far East Asia
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
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- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
first of all - sorry about the lack of updates; this is a secondary project of mine and I've found myself completely rewriting one of my primaries. This is getting some sort of update this weekend though, I promise.
In other news - WTH did Kongou just pull out of her toy box? *points at manga update*
In other news - WTH did Kongou just pull out of her toy box? *points at manga update*
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- EXA_PICO
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The stuff dreams are made of, my friend.
Ludicrous firepower.
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Inverness
The Foxiest Wife
A wedding dress, it seems.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Her Kai 2 Form. Complete with black wedding dress and anti-gravity torii.