[x] Stay with Mahan. Your own repairs can wait until she's well. Also Iowa told you to.
You aren't going anywhere. Mahan needs you, and you're here for her.
Seeing her like this... it kills you. There was nothing more you could have done, true, but that doesn't make you feel any better. Or maybe you could have done more? Shot a few more planes down, warned her in advance... hell, maybe you could have turned into the torpedo that was meant for her.
But you didn't, and here she is, barely hanging on.
The name ship of the Mahan-class... aside from Atlanta, she's the only other person in the fleet who you can freely call a... friend.
When you arrived at the Pearl Harbor Naval Base/District, you were greeted respectfully by your Admiral, a friendly and amicable woman... and while you wished she could be your friend, that just wasn't possible. She was your Admiral, and she never got too close with any of you Ship Girls, although she never ignored any of you...
But all that meant is that she never got involved when Iowa subtly mocked you, or when the other Ship Girls teased you about your past. Even Atlanta does to a certain extent... although she doesn't mean anything by it.
Mahan, on the other hand...
Mahan tried to get to know you. When you asked why she wasn't going along with the others in poking fun at you, she told you that she didn't care about any of that. You shouldn't be held responsible for mistakes so long ago... besides, as another ship that fell prey to kamikaze planes, she said that she felt a certain kinship to you.
You did point out how ridiculous that was. You got holed beneath the waterline by a kamikaze that you shot down, and then sunk like a chump. She took direct hits from those suicide planes, and even exploding and aflame, had to be blasted by friendlies before she even succumbed to the ocean.
It took Mahan pointing out all your achievements and overall performance in battle for you to realize, you weren't incompetent or clumsy... but everyone said so... and you began to believe it yourself.
She introduced you to Walke, and you began to feel... at home.
But then Walke was heavily damaged in combat, and couldn't go on this mission... really, Walke should have been here, not you. You took her place.
Oh, Mahan. The little DD deserved better... You should have looked out for her better in Walke's place. Some friend you are.
The door to the module opens again, and Iowa enters, holding an Instant Repair Bucket.
"It's the only one," the Battleship comments as she prepares to tip the contents into Mahan's dock, "Keep your fingers crossed."
The slightly glowing liquid cascades into the tub, and the water practically shines. Even unconscious, Mahan lets out a contented sigh. Her torn, battered, and mutilated body pulls itself back together before your very eyes... and she's as good as new.
Setting the bucket down, Iowa sighs in relief, before walking over to one of the docks in the module. She begins to strip off her rigging, which is still secured to her.
Independence enters, supporting a battered Atlanta. The Light Cruiser's legs look like they were introduced to an aggressive weed whacker, her armor belt blasted away in sections.
The Light Carrier lowers the Light Cruiser into one of the docks, muttered thanks being exchanged.
"What are you waiting for?" Iowa asks, eying your twisted smokestack as she pulls her uniform off, "That can't be pleasant. Get in your dock."
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[] Utilize the docks.
[] You have something else to do first...
-[] Write in...
[] Report to the Captain of the Tulsa first.