[X] Breathe in some air!
-[X] EHHH! UMMM!!! ORDER! RIGHT! ORDERRRR! SCRAMBLE ALL FIGHTERS AND BOMBERS! HOLD THE ABYSSAL BACK UNTIL REINFORCEMENT ARRIVES!
-[X] Try to call in for reinforcement
Okay, breathe Porter, breathe! You can handle this! You can wing this!... Hydrofoil this? Rudder this? What's the naval equivalent of a wing?
Gaaaah, screw it! You need to act, and act now!
"EHH UMM ORDER! YES, RIGHT, ORDEEERRRR!!!" you shout, waving your arms in a flustered manner. Pseudo-Wo stares at you in amusement as you continue, "SCRAMBLE ALL FIGHTERS AND BOMBERS! HOLD THE ABYSSAL BACK UNTIL REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVE!"
"Yes, Flagship... launching," she nods as her Rigging atop her head whirs and clanks, parts of it segmenting to disgorge many little triangular... things. Really, they look like mechanical versions of the Abyssal fighter craft.
The little vehicles snap into the steam catapults and launch in sequence, roaring out of the Factory and, if the following explosions and machine gun fire is any indication, engaging Hoppo.
While your new ally is launching her air wing, you quickly get on the comm lines. Specifically, the American one.
"Porter!" Iowa all but screeches at you, "What is going on?!"
"Nagato's pet Abyssal escaped! Got her Rigging back, massive threat!" you have your Fairies send Iowa the coordinates, "Hit her with all you've got, Big Stick!"
When she doesn't reply, you're briefly afraid that she didn't hear, but then you hear the staggered booms of nine 16-inch cannons from the far side of the base, followed by the deafening explosions of their impact nearby. Hoppo's dual-toned scream echoes throughout the area. Both you and Pseduo-Wo flinch at it. Loud.
Cannon fire rips through the Factory, and both of you dive behind some crates full of steel to try and wait it out. The building collapses around you, but for the most part it just bounces off the two of you.
Explosions rip up the ground around you, the searing heat washing over both you and Pseudo-Wo. She cries out and runs out from cover, and you follow, not wanting to be burnt up in the inferno.
Out in the open, Hoppo stares down you both, a gargantuan 16-inch gun behind her rising, twitching as the appendage its growing from pulses.
"Orders?" Pseudo-Wo asks, looking very panicked. Well, you can't say that she's emotionless.
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