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[x] Stay with Mahan. Your own repairs can wait until she's well. Also Iowa told you too.
No. of votes: 4
Dirtnap, Wander, Cmmdfugal, Slayers148

[x] Stay with Mahan. Your own repairs can wait until she's well. Also Iowa told you to.
No. of votes: 20
Feng Lengshun, pharaoh122, Tonaris, veekie, AnonymousRabbit, MrLZRS, sasahara17, Devran, Greek Fire, MissingJimbo, Nottheunmaker, bdun140, jwolfe_beta, Ramble, horus, aeqnai, Baroque, ForeverShogo, The Bushranger, Diomedon


...image works when quoted. otherwise borked.
 
6 - Wish you were here Walke
[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."

{Options}
[] Utilize the docks.

[] You have something else to do first...
-[] Write in...

[] Report to the Captain of the Tulsa first.
 
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Omake - "Fives" [C]
[Somewhere in the Pacific]

A small orange inflatable life boat could be seen bobbing up and down in the waves. Inside the life boat was a single solitary fairy, using a miniature pocket knife to open a miniature MRE. She deftly sliced open the packaging, dumping the plastic wrapping over the side and into the water, screw Greenpeace, if it made the Abyss even the slightest bit more unpleasant for the abyssal fleet than she was going to damn well do it as much as she pleased. She sifted through the contents of the MRE and came across the Entree.

"Beef stew huh? Not bad." She said to herself as she pulled the Entree out of its box. That went over the side too, the box, not the entree. She also got out the side dish as well. "Potato soup with bacon. I love this stuff." She muttered aimlessly as she tossed the box over her shoulder into the surf.

Once the two pouches were in the flameless ration heater and cooking to a good temperature, 5 inch/38 caliber gun mount fairy or "Fives" as she was known by her colleagues, began fiddling with her field radio/distress beacon while chewing aimlessly on saltine cracker.

The radio crackled and sputtered but there wasn't a signal yet. She slapped it a few times. Still nothing.

She shrugged her shoulders and put it back into its watertight compartment inside the life boat's semi-rigid hull. The flameless ration heater died down. Fives quickly and carefully extracted the food before disposing of the heater bag and remaining liquid once again into the ocean. She tore open the potato soup bag and stirred it around with the plastic spoon.

"Hmm. Mike's probably signing out a sea plane about now."

She lifted the spoon to her mouth and started eating.

"Take your time Mike. I got all day."
 
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Iowa Affection level meter

[] My fluffy escort
[] A decent shot with them Bofors
[] Not as bad as Fubuki
[] Other side of the formation, Porter
[] Still a fuck up
[] GODDAMN COMMIE PINKO SLUT
[] Got shells with your name on 'em, Porter.

we're probably between, 'Other side of the formation' and 'not as bad as Fubuki'

[x] Utilize the docks.

Iowa probably already talked to the Captain when she got the bucket. That's her job, not ours. Ours is to follow orders, for now.
 
[X] Utilize the docks.

If Iowa wants us to report to the Captain when we're done in the dock, she can tell us; as a destroyer we'll probably be out soonest. Otherwise we'd be going over her superstructure and we'd rather not have her blow ours off.
 
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