Better prepare yourselves, because after I am done watching Warcraft. I am going to be cooking up another round of spoiler pasta. It will be related to something on the previous page.
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Better prepare yourselves, because after I am done watching Warcraft. I am going to be cooking up another round of spoiler pasta. It will be related to something onthe last page.
If this was true, then why were you just able to gun three of them down? If you can't hurt them with the weapons you and your group have and you know it then why haven't you run the fuck away you stupid idiot? And why was Yuudachi screaming when she was shot, if she doesn't get hurt by it?"Hey, you bitch, if you got something to say, say it, I may or may not shoot you in the head once, seeing how you freaks can don't seem to get hurt at all from getting shot."
Summary: USS Liberty, BC-1 was the first United States Navy Battlecruiser. Purchased from Britain at request of Naval officers who believed that Battlecruisers could act as fast response ships for America's small colonial empire, she was originally laid down for the Dai Nippon Teikoku for service in the Dai-Nippon Teikoku Kiagun. The vessel's original name was supposed to be Kongou, namesake of a class of Battlecruisers, instead she became the namesake of American Battlecruisers and fought to the death for her adopted land. Then, nearly 100 years later, she is summoned back to battle… Only she wakes up to find herself in the land that had abandoned her and later gave her name to another ship of what was supposed to be her class of ships.
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Solomons Strait off the the coast of San Jorge, Solomon Islands
December 6th, 1942
Dawn
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She felt the shudder as her armor was hit by enemy shells. They were high explosives rather than armor piercing. A sign the enemy was either running out of Armor Piercing, made a mistake in loading, or was trying to light her fire or incapacitate her.
Not that she would let them have her.
She would rather gladly burn otherwise.
Behind her, Apache is valiantly keeping pace with Freedom. The three ships maneuvered their column to continue to bombard the enemy. Forming up in front of them, screening them from harm, their Cruiser and Destroyer escorts steamed, taking shots at the enemy fleet in a layered fighting formation they are new too. Further away, the enemy, the hated enemy, had begun to form the same style now that the sun was beginning to rise.
They had received word of the enemy fleet sailing down the slot. They had been called upon to intercept it before it could reach the Army and Marines on the southern island of Guadalcanal.
They had raced ahead of everyone else, just as they were designed to do, only their fastest escorts keeping pace until fuel began to become a problem and they began to hit some rough waters.
Slowing down and angry about failing to make the intercept, they glumly waited until supply ships arrived with the slower ships and soon were refueled.
The slow down proved to be advantageous. A Carrier Escort Group had discovered a couple of Japanese Submarines along their path. At the rate they had been moving, they could have run straight into a trap. Fortunately, the Jeep Carrier and her escorts had cleared the Japanese or kept them so far down as to be neutralized long enough to let the ships pass unmolested and unnoticed.
It also allowed Intelligence to finally figure out exactly who they would be up against.
It was with no small amount of shock and anger that, that, THAT thief was found in the enemy fleet!
Yes, she is proud of her service to her current people. They lionized her, loved her, honored her.
She had lived up to their expectations and earned their loyalty with loyalty. She had become one of the symbols of their strength and courage. They especially loved to call her by that nickname that had some of the other ships jealous, not that she blamed them.
Among her achievements was the capture of Apache, just behind her.
Taken by her brave crew in the Battle of the Baltic, the former enemy ship is now a good friend and companion as the two often found each other in service together. Now, Apache is dropping back, a raging fire on Freedom slowing her down and Apache was going to provide protection as the crew valiantly fought to their ships from out of control flames.
Erupting geysers of water, some with colored dyes in them, others unmistakeable live rounds, began to splash around Freedom.
Not on her watch. She is not going to let her sister be sunk. Her admiral in agreement as he orders her to come to a new heading and pour on all the speed she can make to try and cross the enemy 'T.' Something that doesn't need to be told to her twice as she makes a sharp right turn to starboard and pushes her engines to deliver even greater power to make the dash.
The enemy fleet spots the maneuver and attempts to block the attempt, but the Cruisers and Destroyers suddenly swing about and begin charging directly for the enemy lines. Startled and knowing that there are more ships and, more frighteningly, aircraft on the way, the enemy commander decides to tackle the smaller ships first and simply charge past the enemy ship.
A tactical mistake with strategic implications. None of them good for the hated enemy. All the better.
They still need to pay for sinking so many friends.
Houston, that Galloping Ghost that refused to die until utterly surrounded and bombarded by larger, more powerful ships.
The academic Langley, peacefully serving out her career after years of loyal service and experiments.
That annoying rival from the Southwest that she still respects, Arizona.
The three sisters that went down together, the Astoria, Quincy, and Vincennes.
The little missing Destroyer, Blue.
And there was the old veteran girl who sat as a machine shop until scuttled, the proud and machine savvy Rochester.
They were just a few among many. Such as the girls of Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron 3, who were all lost when the Philippines were lost. A submarine lost at Cavite when a bomb hit her as well.
Then there was one Destroyer, so badly damaged by enemy fire was then inadequately supported for drydock and tumbled onto her side suffering more damage before being both scuttled where she lay and hit by an enemy aircraft bomb. Then the drydock she was in was also scuttled, finally taking her to her fate.
So many were being lost. Not just the troops and planes ashore, but ships at sea with men and planes aboard.
She had been built for war, but she had much enjoyed her last 20 peaceful years. She had seen enough carnage in the Battle of the Baltic when a fog had suddenly rolled in resulting in desperate single ship battles and even friendly fire among all involved. She had been very glad when the war ended and she didn't have to go back into battle, losing more good men and seeing other good men die as well when their ships gave their final agonizing death cries.
But now…
NOW…
She dodged a clever Destroyer's torpedo spread and her secondaries had the ship in their sights at the near limit of their range. They let loose with a ferocious salvo that quickly began to rip into the smaller ship. The Destroyer screamed as she was pounded by more powerful guns designed to fend off old Cruisers. Bleeding fuel oil and burning, she managed to escape the withering fire and flee, weakly and limping, past her fellows and get out of the battle.
But she didn't have time to savor. No. The battle was still ongoing. A desperate fight between the two fleets.
And there she is. At the head of the column. The one ship she never wished to fight. That one ship that should have been her companion.
But this is war. So with a heavy heart, but discipline and loyalty, she attacks the head of the enemy column. She attacks Hiei who suddenly is very much startled by the aggressiveness she displays.
The heart wrenching feeling they both have as war created by men so far removed from the battlefield tears their bonds of sisterhood apart for their own games.
Though delayed, Hiei responded with a barrage of her own guns. They weren't enough. The dashing Battlecruiser has succeeded. The 'T' has been crossed. So the guns roar with concussive force as armor piercing shells land with destructive hits. Hiei responds with panicked fire from Secondary Batteries.
Another broadside and Hiei's Number Two turret detonates as it finishes aligning for the shot.
Then another broadside as Hiei attempts to turn and present her flank, allowing her stern guns to come into play. But that move is risky and dangerous. The American Cruisers and Destroyers are
To Hiei's port and to her starboard is San Jorge Island and her older sister blocks the safe route to avoid running aground.
If Hiei turns to port, it will be right into the American line and between ships armed with torpedos.
The direction to starboard only brings a grounding and destruction by air attack.
Another salvo and Hiei's Number One turret belatedly fires in response before a gun barrel is severed in two and a Secondary Turret is smashed open and destroyed.
Fires rage across Hiei's bow. She's on fire amidships as well. Half of her anti-aircraft guns are out of action. Her funnel was shot through, causing a reduction of speed immediately and her mast is laid out across the decks in several pieces.
At this rate, Hiei is done for as her supposed to be elder sister silently, but painfully begins to put her on the bottom.
But then she appears.
Rounding from behind the Hiei, leaving her place in the line of battle, Kongou charges. She is attempting to cross her 'T,' but she will not have it. She will not let the thief take anymore than she alreadyhas.
Turning hard to port to make a wide circle and come back around to fight, she maneuvers to engage the thief in direct combat.
Apache has taken leadership of the American line of battle. Freedom is hurt, but still in the fight, though she's avoiding the Japanese Battleships, letting Apache and the other Battlecruisers engage them.
They all know this isn't their type of battle. They are not Battleships like their opponents. They lack the armor to slug it out. They are meant to make slashing attacks, like Army Cavalry. Not stand and take it like Army Infantry. Speed is their strength and life. But here they have to duke it out because half of the Battleship Force is still on Pearl's bottom and what's left is largely deployed to the Atlantic to fight the Nazis and Fascists.
This battle is asking them to commit to a Jutland. To end up like three British Battlecruisers. Sunk one after the other in mere minutes to magazine detonation. Only because the US Navy was concerned after a serious accident with one Battleship, did they have stronger magazine protection and thicker hull armor, as was expected of their original use.
The only reason they survived the chaotic Battle of the Baltic.
Apache and her sisters, though, lack that kind of protection. Sure, the Navy had rebuilt them with stronger magazine and armor protection while improving their speed and firepower, but they are still lesser in that department than they are.
If only the Shiloh and her sisters hadn't been converted into Aircraft Carriers. They were the most powerful Battlecruisers in the fleet! Yet, now that fell on them and they had to stand up to plate.
And yet, here is her chance. Her chance at revenge!
Never it let it be said that she hasn't been loyal to the United States of America. Quite the opposite,
America gave her a home and a good life. Her largely peaceful sails of the 20 years had been some of the happiest times of her life. She also found use as a ship that helped people, like when her captain had her used to power a small section of a dock after a disaster once. Another time, she rescued people from pirates simply by her intimidating appearance and the roar of her big guns. Then that time when she charged through howling gale and rescued a merchantman.
Again and again, her homeland welcomed her home. Her loyal combat service had kept her and her sisters from the breakers and to be modernized twice. She was always a welcome sight in her old stations. She got important missions and carried important people.
And when she needed a break, she got a comfortable berth, loving yard apes, and copious amounts of care and affection. Even during the hard times that had hit the whole Navy.
People sang her praises when she appeared through the gloom of despair, her lights shining out as beacons of hope.
A village in need of vital medical supplies and pirates and bandits blocking the routes or stealing were soon aware that she was there to make them stop and provide that medicine.
She loves America. She loves more than her own life. The people there are free to go about their lives peacefully. The children would run across fields and beaches to watch her and she would in turn watch them play baseball and football. Running about mud and grass with smiles on their faces.
She watched people with hopes and dreams pursue them with strength and vigor.
All in all, she was an immigrant to America, and yet she was welcomed as one of its own. She was welcomed as an American. Given all that she went through, America gave her a great life. Both peaceful and happy…
If not for war and this thief before her.
That is one thing she'll never forgive. Being replaced. Her sisters were meant to be her's and her's alone. Not the thief's. She will be have her revenge. She will!
Both ships have come about and fire broadsides. Both have damage and are still going at it. The battle will be decided by the one that is sunk first. The one that goes home will have earned that right.
And they can have the matter settled.
Settled with the thief on the bottom, rusting and forgotten. Feeling the pain of abandonment as she
did all those years ago. That she still feels today!
Both ships fire away, intending to end this battle. This will be the last time they will meet!
"Torpedoes astern!"
What?!
The exploding pain as she is hit from behind. Another blinding explosion on her decks. Then another and another!
The zoom of aircraft engines powering up from their attacks in order to increase speed and regain altitude.
No, no, no, NO!
This is not how this was supposed to end.
Everyone is being attacked. Apache takes a bomb hit on her bridge, Freedom is being worked over again. She can see Sioux trying desperately to evade along with Comanche. Rights is also trying not be hit, again, with a pair of torpedo holes in her flank and three bomb hits that have struck along her length.
The other ships are also dodging, putting up a hellstorm of anti-aircraft fire. Enemy planes fall from the sky, but they press their attack, doing damage. If this keeps up, they won't survive!
Where did the Japanese planes come from?! Where was their own air cover?!
Another torpedo attack, her gunners get all but one of the planes before it releases its torpedo.
Men desperately pour gunfire into the water, hoping to hit the torpedo and destroy before it hits her. But it is a vain attempt, until one man gets lucky with a hand grenade at the last second.
The blast rocks the ship and electrical systems, struggling already, begin to fail.
The enemy planes seem to be getting beaten back now. They appear to have expended their bombs and torpedos. Now they can retreat. It is the only option. If she can just get herself moving again…
Oh no.
There, at higher altitudes, Betties are lining up with even more single engine enemy planes. Her engineering spaces are flooding, her propellers are damaged. She's on fire, her electrical systems failing, her hull already battered. She won't make it. She won't!
And then a Betty explodes as American fighters power through from above. Others catch fire and begin to lose altitude, unable to press their attacks. The fighters high above pressing their attacks on their surprised enemy.
American Bombers and Torpedo planes then break through the enemy's anti-aircraft fire. With single minded determination, the crews press their attacks. If this is what it looked like when those Carriers were sent to the bottom back at Midway, then she is all for them wrecking them.
Her power grid is fixed suddenly. She has electrical energy flowing through her, powering her systems once more. She now knows how South Dakota felt.
Then her engineering personnel get her engines back online and her rudders freed. She is mobile now, able to at least make some headway. The slowness is a sure killer alone for the usually faster Battlecruiser. But she will take what she can right now.
She can also see her opponent, the thief.
The Fast Battleship Kongou is burning much like her. Both of them have been hit hard and prepare for another go.
But it is not meant to be.
A Japanese pilot suicides right down her smoke funnel and the explosion tears her boilers apart. Her hull bulges and jagged seams open as she screams in absolute agonizing pain. She's deformed at her middle as water rushes in, flooding her and drowning her interiors. She's barely being held together by armor and wiring. She's adrift and dying, she knows that.
And there's the thief, approaching.
No… she seems to be struggling to make any headway. She's more like drifting and as she gets closer, a clearly visible list is now noticeable. It also growing as well.
Her crew is already abandoning ship. Much like her own crew is right now. The best the two can do is just stand up and stay afloat as best they can for however long they can.
This is the end of them both.
As men and boats leave… She can't help, but think back to the day she was picked up by America.
Given a warm and loving home. Even if she wasn't the big time war hero, she had been loyally loved and cared for. She had been fitted out as one of the most powerful vessels afloat. So much that she had outdone her sisters in the Hiei-class as Battlecruisers.
Suddenly, Kongou is leaning on her. Having made what headway she could to get to her. Now together, for a moment in time and space, alone...
And in that moment, Kongou is trying to tell her something…
Something important that is hard to hear through the raging flames and the indescribable amount of pain.
The end is near and yet, she can't hear Kongou. What is she trying to say? What does she want?
How could she let this happen?
Her thoughts turned, as she wonders why she let her crew down. Why did she fail so badly after such a good and loyal career?
What is the thief saying?
But fire has begun to reach her powder and ammunition magazines. The protective armor is cracked and broken in several places. A few hatches had been left open or had been torn open by the fatal blast. The fires reaching in and eventually…
Igniting her powder magazines just as Kongou's words reach her...
'Onee-sama, did I serve my nation well? Are you proud of me? Liberty onee-sama?'
Before Liberty can process what she is being asked, she is plunged into darkness, full of regret and sorrow as a titanic blast rips her apart and destroys Kongou…
Just as she always wanted.
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Ding-Ring
Endless darkness...
Ding-Ring
'Help us…'
Ding-Ring
She does not know anything but that. The eternal darkness that swallowed her in death.
Ding-Ring
'Help us…'
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She recalls that final battle.
Ding-Ring
'Help us…'
She had become so fixated on Kongo, she failed to spot the Japanese planes.
Ding-Ring
'We beseech you to hear our call…'
Ding-Ring
She allowed good men to die because of her own feelings of abandonment. The feeling magnified by the naming of a Hiei-class as Kongo.
Ding-Ring
'We are in need, our greatest need…'
The others? Did they warn her? Or did they blindly follow her?
Ding-Ring
'We call upon you to lend us your strength…'
Ding-Ring
Did she lead them to their deaths as well? What had she done?
Ding-Ring
'We call upon you, oh spirit of iron and smoke…'
Ding-Ring
She failed, didn't she? She failed. She failed her sisters, her friends, her country, and more
importantly, she failed herself.
Ding-Ring
'Please come forth oh sword of the sea, hear our prayers and answer…'
Ding-Ring
What is that? Is that someone speaking? If so... Who is that speaking?
Ding-Ring
'We humbly call upon you once more to defend, to serve with honor and courage in our time of great struggle against a powerful foe…
Ding-Ring
Is someone calling her? But who? A powerful foe? People in need?
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
'Great warrior of the seas, what is thy answer to our prayers?'
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
A memory of a village medicine man dancing and placing a blessing upon her. Telling her that she will always be protected, so long as she remains a true protector. He smiles to her, that toothy grin and promises her that she will always be needed. That she will always have a purpose to fulfill.
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
'Great warrior of the seas, of the vast oceans, what is thy answer to our prayers?'
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
And always have a good life…
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
'Great warrior, what is thy answer?'
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
Then, suddenly, there is a song. A familiar song to anyone that lived in that time. When the Army would be beat on the field or the enemy felled by their mighty guns…
'Please answer oh great warrior, what is thy answer?'
Stand Navy down the field, sail set to the sky;
We'll never change our course, So Army you steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll up the score Navy, anchors aweigh!
Sail Navy down the field and sink the army, sink the army grey!
Get underway, Navy, Decks cleared for the fray;
We'll hoist true Navy Blue, So Army down your Grey-y-y-y;
Full speed ahead, Navy; Army heave to;
Furl Black and Grey and Gold, And hoist the Navy, hoist the Navy Blue!
Blue of the Mighty Deep; Gold of God's Sun
Let these colors be till all of time be done, done, done,
On seven seas we learn Navy's stern call:
Faith, Courage, Service true, with Honor, Over Honor, Over All
'Great warrior of the blue seas and distant swells, what is your answer to our prayer?'
Anchors Aweigh, my boys,
Anchors Aweigh.
Farewell to foreign shores,
We sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.
Through our last night ashore,
Drink to the foam,
Until we meet once more.
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.
Stand Navy out to sea,
Fight our battle cry;
We'll never change our course,
So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll out the TNT,
Anchors Aweigh.
Sail on to victory
And sink their bones to Davy Jones, hooray!
Anchors Aweigh, my boys,
Anchors Aweigh.
Farewell to foreign shores,
We sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.
Through our last night ashore,
Drink to the foam,
Until we meet once more.
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home
'Please answer us, oh great warrior, we beseech thee!'
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
Two good songs and reminders of happier times. Times of peace and enjoyment. When she sailed the God's great blue oceans and enjoyed being in dock with her friends and sisters for a bit of good natured fun and ribbing. Jokes abound and the past was yesterday, tomorrow always the mystery, and the today the gift that people always called the present.
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
'Oh great warrior of the sea, oceans, stars, sun, and moon, what is your answer to our prayers?'
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
Then there is an almost hidden and muted ring of a bell. A bell much like that found at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The one that she shares a name with. A sound she heard once when it was carefully rung at her commissioning ceremony. The second time it had been rung in its history, rung since the crack in its side formed.
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring
'What is your answer to our prayers oh great warrior of the boundless and bottomless oceans?'
Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Ring-Ding-Rrriiiinnnggg!
The answer is simply buddy…
"USS Liberty, BC-1, reporting for duty!" she shouts crisply as she struggles to remain upright and holding a proper salute before the startled women and handful of men as the world spins and she begins to capsize only to realize in that brief moment of remaining clarity…
'They're all Japanese?!'
And once more she is unconscious, but before she loses her vision, she could swear she fell on wooden planks of some kind inside of a rather small building and that… a lithe, feminine arm appeared in her vision with the rarely seen pith helmet of the Tropical Dress Uniform of the United States Navy on its side with her old symbol, the Liberty Bell with crossed swords and cannons with tropical leaves and a lone tree behind them, placed upon its front.
And yet... Somewhere nearby she hears Anchors Aweigh once more that comforts her into the darkness.
"Geez sir, can you put an end to that?" one man groans as he hears the song again. Not that he really blames him, but come on! A fella can only hear his service song so many times before it gets on his nerves.
"Sorry sailor," the officer doesn't turn it off, "This is the last time, then I wrote play it for a spell."
The sailor sighs, "Well, shucks sir, I know you miss home as much as I do and the next guy, but you're supposed to be leading us. Is there something wrong?"
With a sigh, the officer nods with a bit of a droop in his shoulders, "The wife is expecting soon and we still haven't recovered Wake Island, let alone opened a door to Alaska."
An old sea dog of a NCO lifts up his reinstated and much preferred Navy ballcap before he speaks up, "And you want your first born to be born on good ole American soil, right sir?"
The officer gives another sigh, "Right Chief," he responds sadly, "Me and a whole lot of other guys and gals too."
Ding-Ring
Another Enlisted Rating sums up everyone's collective thoughts as he toys with a scale replica of the Liberty Bell, "Fucking war, fucking Abyssals."
"Amen," comes from a round of other sailors just lounging near some shrine with a good view of the harbor below and down among those ships, in the side part of the yard, is their battered ship waiting, possibly in vain, for repairs that might not happen due to a shortage of everything, but the damn Abyssals.
Ding-Ring
"Will you knock that off already!?"
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A/N:
Yes… This story is inspired by SkywalkerT-65 and his story, Indestructible Spirit.
And yes. I gave him advance warning I wanted to do this story. So I have. But remember here folks, this is my story and not his story. Here, Kongo is an American Battlecruiser named Liberty and not a British Battlecruiser/Battleship named Indestructible.
Now, moving on.
I gave Liberty a ship seal of her own. The design is supposed to indicate that she operates in the
Pacific and is a fast, cavalry like presence there. She saw extensive service with both the Asiatic and Pacific Fleets. Her uniform also represents that she rarely sails anyone particularly cold. It is the old Tropical White Uniform, which did come with an exceptionally rarely used pith helmet.
Being a fast Battlecruiser, I think using any other head cover that was standard would be lost in later chapters with frequent regularity, so I chose the Pith Helmet instead.
For those wondering what the Tropical White Uniform looks like, it has since become known as the 'Captain Steubing Uniform' from the character from the TV series, The Love Boat.
Other uniform additions will be revealed later on in the next chapter. Largely because while part of the uniform is the Tropical White Uniform, this is a fictional series and the character will have a uniform that reflects her deployments. True, she did serve at one point in the Baltic, a cold place, she didn't stick around for long as her purpose had her use in the Pacific.
More on that in future chapters.
We also get a fictional Kongo as well. This is the fifth sister of the Hiei Sisters and the youngest as well. Despite carrying Liberty's original name, she is shown as only wanting Liberty's acceptance.
The one time she gets to actually talk to her oldest sister, is when they both can barely stay afloat and then are lost when Liberty blows up.
Of course, Kongou is already summoned. And once she finds out, she will want to find out what her big sister thinks of her service record thus far. She only wants to impress and to make Liberty proud of her. So there will be a bit of an issue or four dozen to come.
Kind of hard to feel loving when Liberty has spent a lot of time feeling abandoned and then replaced.
Also, Fifth Sister of the Hiei Sisters is not a mistake. There will be more on that as well. I had to find a replacement for Hiei who was actually lost after fighting the USS South Dakota and USS
Washington. Plus leave Hiei and Kongou afloat to fight against Liberty in their last battle together during the Second World War.
Belated Battleships says otherwise. You can go full Murica, but only if you really go full murica. And use a proper battlewagon, not a Dess-knock off.
Jersey: As apparently the word's expert in denial of the romantical nature... fucking yes.Jimbo: I think Hiei is this guy's waifu. He's so far in denial that he hit Lake Victoria.
Doesn't he have a Kiritashima to bother?Jingles: Howdy Folks! (Just joking. IRL Jingles too busy with his TOG 2 and his Garupans figurines)
Dangit, Sky, look what you've done.
Um... actually....Jimbo: PITH HELMETS ARE BRITISH YOU DUMBASS!!!
Break: Yeah USN never used them. At all.
Wikipedia Article "Uniforms of the United States Navy said:The rarely seen Tropical White Uniform (also referred to as Tropical White Short) was similar to the Summer White Service uniform, except white knee shorts and knee socks were worn. It was colloquially known as the "Captain Steubing" uniform, after the character on The Love Boat TV show. Exceptionally rarely worn, though authorized with this uniform, was a pith helmet, with a Naval Officer's insignia at the front, above the brim.
See above.That sounds like a Porno, he stole this from a Porno.
Jimbo: BURNING LOVE BOAT.
Tavish: AND IT'S "CAPTAIN STUBING", NOT STEUBING.
Break: Nah it's an old sitcom
No, she was thwarting shitty admiral's attempts to have his way with the shipgirls. He used troll logic to argue she was a british citizen and illegal alien in japan and needed to be deported. :/
*feels so much better*
OBLIGATORY
Huh, why did the USN build the Lexington-Class hulls then, if they didn't like the concept?
You say that now...
Murphy won't apply to me here - at least 4 people on various sites promised me a comprehensive review of AC, but I seen none appear. Besides, that project is now on indefinite hold.
As I understand it the Lexingtons were essentially experiments, though I'm sure @Skywalker_T-65 has a better understanding of what went on and can correct me.Huh, why did the USN build the Lexington-Class hulls then, if they didn't like the concept?
Not to mention that converted CV's suffered in performance compared to their built-to-order counterparts.Lexington and Saratoga's conversions happened because they weren't fully complete and were basically just hulls, they hadn't gotten their guns and superstructure installed.
This battle is asking them to commit to a Jutland. To end up like three British Battlecruisers. Sunk one after the other in mere minutes to magazine detonation. Only because the US Navy was concerned after a serious accident with one Battleship, did they have stronger magazine protection and thicker hull armor, as was expected of their original use.
Break: He's talking about the fact that the armor has been upgraded to prevent a Royal Navy style mag det. I think the serious accident is referring to Mutsu. Jeez this guy is bad at context.
Jimbo: Then again, I don't think we built her to RN standards with authentic hidden flaws.
WG: Look peps, jutland was also because the brits said, "i say old beN, what good is safety, we must have a more ferocious rate of fire! Leave all the doors open, chop chop, we have shells to fire!" And then bam. Brit damcon wasn't as good as us or german damcon.
Wg: TWO NEW KONGOUS. ALL Y WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN ECONOMICS.
Tavish: REMEMBER THE LAW OF SHIPS, THE ONE CALLED WASHINGTON TREATY OR SOMETHING.
Break: that was in 1921, Kongou was laid down before then.
Jimbo: Washington Naval Treaty. Pretty much axed a lot of peoples' plans for their fleets.
Break: YOU DON'T CAPTURE SHIPS IN WWII. THE RANGES ARE TOO GREAT. Wait… Baltic? As in Russian Baltic?
Wg: also he forgets or ignores that lex and sara were converted before thry were complete as CCs. It makes nk sense to convert completed CCs as CVs. Hell the US would have scrapped Liberty! That makes more sense!
Break: Why do you care about ships you never knew/had a connection to?
Break: We do realize that kamikaze attacks didn't begin until 1944, right?
Jimbo: It's like Yamato/Enterprise because they were the respective symbols of their nations' naval forces. Or Saratoga/Nagato because they were nuked together.
Oh dear god it's like that one "Kongou stays British" Fic that Sheo did. But worse. Check out @Sheo Darren on Fanfiction.Net. *Plug*
Break: That was Sky's fic BTW.
Was it? Somone @ Sky for me I cannot recall his SV name. Swear I read *something* similar from Sheo though….
Jimbk: @Skywalker_T-65
Tavish: Skywalker T-65. Or what Jimbo said.
@Skywalker_T-65 YOU COULD HAVE STOPED THIS!
Jimbo: So she's basically fucking Sonichu? Oh god… oh god…
Break: Your advanced warning was a FF.net PM that he promptly ignored/laughed at, and you sent one to me, one in which I critiqued yoru research fails. Which you promptly ignored.
Huh, why did the USN build the Lexington-Class hulls then, if they didn't like the concept?
Tavish: Tell me guys, the US Navy never went into the european front, or did they?
As I understand it the Lexingtons were essentially experiments, though I'm sure @Skywalker_T-65 has a better understanding of what went on and can correct me.
Also, F-14 Tomcat Lover writes that the US actually completed the ficticious Shiloh-class battlecruisers, and then converted them to aircraft carriers. Ehhhhhhh nope, not gonna happen. You're better off scrapping the battlecruiser and building a new CV from the hull up. Lexington and Saratoga's conversions happened because they weren't fully complete and were basically just hulls, they hadn't gotten their guns and superstructure installed.
Not to mention that converted CV's suffered in performance compared to their built-to-order counterparts.
Well, actually, organized Kamikazes did. Hornet, to use an example, got rammed by two planes in her final battle. One in her stacks, ironically, likely where this came from. Both of them were planes already damaged and going to crash though, so very much an act of desperation.
Come to think of it, Big Sister Enterprise also had that happen, when a land-based bomber tried ramming her earlier in the war.
You don't even capture ships in World War One, which is where this came up. Again, will explain below.
Actually, @Breakaway25 I think he's referring to the Common Type-0 shells used for shore bombardment. Navweaps gives three shell types for the Vickers 14" gun in IJN service: Armor Piercing Capped, Type-0 HE, and Type-3 incendiary shrapnel, aka "Sanshiki dan!"Break: GAWDDAMIT, more WoWS inspired naval combat. THERE ARE NO HE SHELLS OR AP SHELLS, JUST COMMON SHELLS.
Actually in a PM reply to me review, he brought up HE in a huff (which I was confused about because I'd never mentioned HE, so maybe he's already seen this thread, unless he was trying to preempt me), and very defensively said it was because Hiei and Kongou II were loaded with HE in anticipation of bombarding Henderson field.But @Whiskey Golf, that would require him to do research. This is. The old AP HE crap from WoWS
I'm suggesting that as his next cosplay idea. Him as a Rear Admiral, Rita as Kirishima, and Eddy as… someone.
20 Kongous running around, and you didn't even try for a "bend it over a dess" joke? For shame, for shame.Y'know, I'm going into more detail with this in regards to the infamous PM, but it's not just two Kongous. This story takes the WNT and bends it over a table, to excuse the LEWWWDDD imagery. And the London Naval Treaty for that matter.