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Don't Shoot, We're Republican! - A Kantai Collection Quest

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Hey she shot down a good number of planes before that. It was just that said particular SoB had insane luck.

I mean he stayed on course even after Porter filled him with flak and the explosives didn't detonate from said fire or at the water impact.
 
I am going to watch this one so hard. It can only end in lols. Well, as much as TBD can write lols...
 
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1 - Off to the Land of the Rising Sun
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    • The appearances of most of the USN Ship Girls in this Quest are based off of the Pacific Artbook.

    "Welcome back to the United States Navy, William D. Porter, it's good to have you back."
    Were the first words spoken to you when you returned from the depths of the ocean, right from the mouth of your new Admiral, her lips quirked upwards in a pleasant and friendly smile.

    "Don't shoot, we're Republican."
    Were the second words said to you upon entering the barracks at Pearl Harbor, said by none other than the Battleship Iowa.

    Then began the hell that was your new life.

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    Abyssals. Nobody knew where they came from or what their motivations were. But they seemed dead set on wiping Humanity from the Earth wherever they could reach them. They came onwards relentlessly, endlessly. It didn't matter if you sank one or a thousand; more would still come. It was a battle of attrition that the nations of the world could not win. Entire battle groups shot themselves dry against the oncoming horde, then fell prey to the unopposed counter strike.

    It was an unsustainable war. A hopeless war. Entire island nations were forced into evacuation to spare them the war of genocide the Abyssals perpetrated.

    Then the first Ship Girl arrived.

    Risen from the depths like an avenging angel, the spirit of a battleship given Human form, she defended Japan from the sure death it faced at the hands of the Abyssals.

    It was as if a dam had suddenly burst. All around the world, Ship Girls were appearing with alarming frequency. All appearing to embody the spirit of sunken warships, they stood with their countries and defended them from the oncoming swarm, protecting Humanity from the merciless Abyssals.
    With further knowledge of summoning rituals, nations around the world encouraged the return of their Ship Girls, and began securing their immediate territory and surrounding waters.

    While it could be argued that China was the worst off, since their most powerful Ship Girls were outdated gunships, at least they could rely on Japan to keep their seas clear. No, there was one nation that had significant issues.

    The United States of America had jumped into the Ship Girl phenomenon with excitement and fervor. Although none of their Ship Girls were appearing of their own volition, once they had the summoning ritual, the United States Navy was ecstatic. Their surface Navy was sinking fast in the face of the Abyssal onslaught, but the advent of Ship Girls could bolster their numbers and secure the Pacific! After all, the United States Navy of the second World War spanned two oceans and was arguably the most powerful Naval force in the Pacific. Surely, with the assistance of their Ship Girls, the Navy could wipe aside the Abyssals and provide the final nail in the Abyssal's coffin that the world's navies had been steadily hammering at.

    Their first summon shocked them all.
    One of the most notable warships in the history of the United States... and utterly useless to the ongoing war effort.

    The USS Monitor.

    For some unfathomable reason, the venerable ships of the United States Navy would just not answer the call, at least not with any reliability. That isn't to say that none came, but just not with any regularity, and not in sufficient numbers.

    With the few useful Ship Girls that they managed to summon, it was all the United States could do to secure their own territories. Their few Ship Girls were supported in combat by the USN's remaining surface vessels, mounting an effective defense... but it was just that, defense. No ships could be spared for offense. No ships were sent to assist other nations. The United States Navy did all it could just to survive.

    Things gradually improved for the US, however, as more and more useful Ship Girls returned.

    And you, the William D. Porter, happen to be one of them.
    It's time to take the fight to the Abyssals.


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    The Hawaiian Islands slowly dipped below the horizon as you and your squadron sped away from your home for the past few months. You felt a sense of loss. Your Admiral had been kind, and your surroundings familiar. Now you were leaving for an unfamiliar land, somewhere where you didn't even speak the language! You hope that you got a good translator when you got there.

    On the bright side, you hear that Japan is nice this time of year.

    Adjusting your grip on your five inch turret, you marvel at how different it is to hold the thing in your hand than it was to have it mounted on your deck.
    You also give your own Torpedo tubes a once over. Two mounts, with five 21-inch tubes each. Inside are the powerful Mark 15 Torpedoes. While their firepower are nothing to scoff at, you do note with a bit of envy that Japanese torpedoes have greater range, and are better overall.

    Maybe you can convince them to give you some to play with.

    You look up at your Flagship for this assignment, BB-61. The Iowa sails in the middle of your formation, her navy-blue dress uniform fluttering in the wind. She nervously eyes you as you mess with your torpedo tubes.

    For god's sake, will she ever let you live that down? It was an honest accident!
    Most of the harassment you suffered a Pearl Harbor was all due to Iowa! Honestly, the girl can hold a grudge.

    She hasn't trained any of her 16-inch guns on you, though, so at least she's not that convinced you'll fire on her.
    You hope.

    Her 40mm Bofors and 20mm Oerlikon guns are present on her Equipment, clearly identifying her 1943 loadout. She does have another loadout, that being her 1984 equipment. The reason being that her original form was rearmed and sent out into combat a few years ago, only to be sunk. Iowa, to date, is the only USN Ship Girl to have returned without being summoned. By all witness accounts, one minute after she sank beneath the waves, smoke pouring from her torn hull, she broke the water's surface, respendent in her new body, right before sending an entire Abyssal Fleet to the bottom in a spray of 16 and 5-inch shells, accompanied by a finishing salvo of Tomahawks.

    You do note though, with a bit of satisfaction, that she is hideously expensive to operate. If the United States had as little resources as Japan, Iowa would likely suffer the same fate as the "Hotel" Yamato.

    But the USN can afford to keep her 1943 equipment running, so run she does. (Her 1984 equipment was being flown to Japan on a stealth bomber, so you heard.)

    The next member of your group is CL-51, the name ship of the Atlanta-class Light Cruiser. Her own uniform is much more formal than Iowa's. Most USN Ship Girls were officers in the Navy, so they were not allowed the... freedom of wardrobe that other countries allowed their own Ship Girls. You're a bit envious at that. Your own uniform is a bit stiff.

    Iowa gets a pass because reasons. You think that's unfair.

    Atlanta notices your glance and gives you a reassuring smile. Atlanta is always nice to you. Well, relatively. She does subject you to light teasing, but she doesn't mean it.
    You think.
    She had a 5-inch dual mount in each hand, held at the ready but aimed at nothing.

    Behind her, CVL-22 is fiddling with her rifle, which resembles an M1 Garand. Like the Langley, she uses a gun to launch her own planes. However, being a mere light Carrier, Independence carries a limited number of aircraft, some of which can be seen flying ahead.

    On the other side of the formation is Mahan, DD-364. She isn't as modern as you, but you suppose that has just as many 5-inch guns as you do, and her 12 21-inch torpedo tubes are nothing to sneeze at. A somewhat expendable but reliable escort for this little group as any.

    Then again, aren't all Destroyers expendable? You don't consider yourself to be, but then again, what else are you "Tin Cans" good for?

    The formation sails in total silence for the better part of an hour, under strict radio silence.
    ...
    But nothing is preventing you from talking.

    "I'm bored," Atlanta finally says, sighing in exasperation, "Are we there yet?"

    "Not even close," Iowa replies, adjusting her parasol to better block the sun's rays, "Nothing on radar or sonar either, so if you were looking for entertainment, you're out of luck."

    "Well... can't we pass the time somehow?" Mahan speaks up timidly, "I mean, I'm not bored, but..."

    "This is the Navy," Independence quips, landing a flight of Buffalos on her rather short flight deck, "Entertainment is not in the job description."

    "No, I think we should pass the time somehow," Atlanta counters, and turns to you, "Porter, you got any ideas?"

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    [] Sing! Sing Navy songs!

    [] Target practice! Let loose some weather balloons and shoot them down!

    [] Torpedo drills! Nothing can go wrong this time for sure!

    [] Deliberately attract Abyssals. Fighting isn't boring, right?

    [] Nothing. You're in the Navy, so you should act like it! Professionalism is the highest priority!
     
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    • [X] Sing! Sing Navy songs!
    -[X] Make a joke about torpedo practice too and fiddle around with your launchers.
     
    [X] Sing! Sing Navy songs!
    Considering how snippy Iowa is towards us, suggesting anything involving guns or torpedoes would not go over well.

    Besides we might run into Abyssals and wasting ammo would be bad.
     
    TheBleachDoctor said:
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    Abyssals. Nobody knew where they came from or what their motivations were. But they seemed dead set on wiping Humanity from the Earth wherever they could reach them. They came onwards relentlessly, endlessly. It didn't matter if you sank one or a thousand; more would still come. It was a battle of attrition that the nations of the world could not win. Entire battle groups shot themselves dry against the oncoming horde, then fell prey to the unopposed counter strike.

    It was an unsustainable war. A hopeless war. Entire island nations were forced into evacuation to spare them the war of genocide the Abyssals perpetrated.

    Then the first Ship Girl arrived.

    Risen from the depths like an avenging angel, the spirit of a battleship given Human form, she defended Japan from the sure death it faced at the hands of the Abyssals.

    It was as if a dam had suddenly burst. All around the world, Ship Girls were appearing with alarming frequency. All appearing to embody the spirit of sunken warships, they stood with their countries and defended them from the oncoming swarm, protecting Humanity from the merciless Abyssals.
    With further knowledge of summoning rituals, nations around the world encouraged the return of their Ship Girls, and began securing their immediate territory and surrounding waters.

    While it could be argued that China was the worst off, since their most powerful Ship Girls were outdated gunships, at least they could rely on Japan to keep their seas clear. No, there was one nation that had significant issues.

    The United States of America had jumped into the Ship Girl phenomenon with excitement and fervor. Although none of their Ship Girls were appearing of their own volition, once they had the summoning ritual, the United States Navy was ecstatic. Their surface Navy was sinking fast in the face of the Abyssal onslaught, but the advent of Ship Girls could bolster their numbers and secure the Pacific! After all, the United States Navy of the second World War spanned two oceans and was arguably the most powerful Naval force in the Pacific. Surely, with the assistance of their Ship Girls, the Navy could wipe aside the Abyssals and provide the final nail in the Abyssal's coffin that the world's navies had been steadily hammering at.

    Their first summon shocked them all.
    One of the most notable warships in the history of the United States... and utterly useless to the ongoing war effort.

    The USS Monitor.

    For some unfathomable reason, the venerable ships of the United States Navy would just not answer the call, at least not with any reliability. That isn't to say that none came, but just not with any regularity, and not in sufficient numbers.

    With the few useful Ship Girls that they managed to summon, it was all the United States could do to secure their own territories. Their few Ship Girls were supported in combat by the USN's remaining surface vessels, mounting an effective defense... but it was just that, defense. No ships could be spared for offense. No ships were sent to assist other nations. The United States Navy did all it could just to survive.

    Things gradually improved for the US, however, as more and more useful Ship Girls returned.

    And you, the William D. Porter, happen to be one of them.
    It's time to take the fight to the Abyssals.

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    I'm gonna record this on Vocaroo when I get home from work in the morning, Doc. I'm no Morgan Freeman, but I've got a pretty decent voice.

    [x] Target practice! Let loose some weather balloons and shoot them down!

    Because if there was good thing Willy was good at, it was shooting down flying things. Just make sure Indy keeps her planes grounded.
     
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    I think we can rule out any gunnery practice or torpedo drills with the killjoy Iowa here. Attracting Abyssals is just crazy talk. Sammy might do that. Johnston might do that. We're not one of those nutjobs though.

    So that leeves clamping down and saying nothing to avoid abuse, or speaking up to suggest singing and possibly getting rebuked.

    ...screw it, destroyers live dangerously. Let's suggest a hearty round of Anchors Aweigh, with the promise of beer implied in the second verse. Drink to the foam! Then some showtunes and other old favorites. It's a long few days to Japan after all.

    [x]Sing! Sing Navy Songs!
     
    [x]Sing! Sing Navy Songs!
    Singing is a Navy tradition! We must sing!
     
    Hmmm, assuming this is the start of the quest and narrative casualty demands that something happens to re-ignite Willy-Dee's bad rep in full force (plus y'know... negative luck), especially since she's on her way to meet new people. The quest is about her trying to overturn her bad rep after all, so naturally since this is the first decision we have to be careful. Hm... let's see what could possibly happen in each scenario:

    - Sing! Sing Navy songs!
    Willy's singing turns out to be so bad that the other girls make fun of her. Alternatively, the group ends up singing so loud that patroling Abyssals in the region takes notice. Hey, this is the open sea right? Who knows who might be listening?

    - Target practice! Let loose some weather balloons and shoot them down!
    Reminds Iowa of what happened the last time she had AA practice around Willie. Alternatively, their carrier's CAP is still up there and, knowing Willy's luck, could possibly get shot down by accident. AA is what Willy's best at, so I'd much rather we don't risk making that look bad either.

    - Torpedo drills! Nothing can go wrong this time for sure!
    Hahaha.. no. If Target practice makes Iowa twitchy, this is going to make her train her guns on Willy until they reach port. Seriously, torpedoes and Willie Dee don't mix well (yet). Maybe we could get a Jap destroyer (most of whom are really good at torpedo stuff), to tutor Willy?

    - Deliberately attract Abyssals. Fighting isn't boring, right?
    Man this is just ASKING for trouble.

    - Nothing. You're in the Navy, so you should act like it! Professionalism is the highest priority!
    We become the killjoy... but as far as I can tell this is the safest option. But well... who likes a killjoy?
    ...aw screw it, never wanted to live that long anyway.

    [] Sing! Sing Navy songs!

    Hopefully we won't attact the wrong sort of attention.
     
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