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

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Omake- Shake It [C]
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    • I'll take this moment before I go to sleep to write a very short omake!

    Pearl Harbor Naval District
    "So, what have you got this time, Will?" the Admiral leaned over his shoulder, looking down at the prototype he had constructed.

    "Why, just the newest child of my vast ingenuity!" he beamed, picking up the silvery metallic cylindrical device about the size of a flashlight, a lens aperture on one end, "This is a miniature LaWS for use by our Ship Girls!"

    "Fascinating," the Admiral smirked, "You've really outdone yourself this time, Will."

    "Aw, shucks, Admiral," he blushed bashfully, "It was nothing."

    "Okay," she leaned back against a nearby lathe, "How does it work?"

    "Well," he turned it to show the control buttons, "I based the design off the latest insight into Ship Girl equipment, LaWS development, and handheld generators. Through some... er, proprietary methods, this device gains the power of a full-size LaWS in the hands of a Ship Girl! The battery isn't very high-capacity, but a single shot, triggered by this button right here, is enough to down a single Abyssal fighter! A great last-ditch backup weapon! There's a reflex sight, so the accuracy is great. The battery holds enough power for one one-second sustained beam. There's a linear-induction generator at the bottom. A 30 second effort will fully recharge it, too."

    "Sounds great," the Admiral held out her hand, "Can I try it?"

    "Sure," Will handed it over reverently, "Man, I can't wait to see our girls use it!"

    Carefully, the Admiral aimed the device at a workbench across the room, using the popup reflex sight to target a soda can.

    Gingerly depressing the switch, she watched in fascination as the can instantly became red-hot, exploding in boiling soda, startling the nearby Fairies working on the Aviation Battleship. A single Fairy toppled from her perch atop the rangefinder, plummeting to the floor with a shrieked, "FREEEDDOOOM-!"

    "Damn," the Admiral blinked in surprise, regarding the weapon in her hand with a newfound wariness, "And you said our girls can make this work at full-strength?"

    "Yep!" Will beamed, "Ain't it great?!"

    "It sure is," she looked at the depleted energy indicator, "So, how do I use the... linear-induction generator?"

    "Oh, you shake it," he motioned, "Like those rechargeable flashlights."

    "Like this?" the Admiral began pumping the device in the air.

    "Yeah, harder though," he prompted.

    "This good?" she intensified the motion.

    "Yeah! That's... uh..." Will trailed off as he realized something. He never actually saw someone else recharge the device. He'd always done it himself.

    Now that he saw, he was struck with the revelation that... well... the recharge sequence was...

    "Hm?" the Admiral noticed his discomfort, "Something wrong, Will?"

    "..." Will mimicked the motion, pointing to her hand.

    "What? I-..." she looked at what she was doing, and slowly... stopped, promptly flushing a deep, embarrassed red.

    Silence reigned for a full minute, before one of the Fairies on the Aviation Battleship wolf-whistled.

    The Admiral wordlessly walked over and set the weapon down on Will's workbench.

    "Destroy it," she told the engineer, "I'll get the surveillance tapes."

    "Y-Yes, Admiral," Will stuttered, quickly grabbing his toolkit to uninstall the linear-induction generator.

    As the Admiral nearly ran out of the room, he cursed himself. He knew he should have used the Dyno torch design! What was he thinking?!

    Will was too mortified to sleep that night, the Admiral relentlessly pursued the man in charge of facility surveillance... and the Fairies of the Naval District Factory circulated some popular footage they'd captured with re-purposed tiny fighter gun cameras.
     
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    • Omake- RAW [C]
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    • The first things fairies notice as they pass by the cafeteria is the tantalizing aroma of cooking as it wafts through the air. Tempting visions of grilled meats and savory meals fill their minds; far beyond the quality of any military base. Ensnaring them like a siren's call, the unsuspecting fairies shuffle past the double doors to find themselves in a fairly packed lunchroom full of fairies.

    In the kitchen, a fairy and her small brigade of chefs work tirelessly to churn out quality meals for dozens. But, with the pressure mounting something was bound to screw up. Of course, there are rumors. The head chef has been said to be a demon, a PETA advocate, an Abysall agitator, or a combination of all three. Many of which she has refused to comment or deny.

    "Come here, all of you. Especially you, Thirteen! Drag your fat arse over here!"

    The group of fairies gather around , who is looking particularly displeasing. Brushing aside bangs of long blonde hair, she lowers a smoldering glare on each fairy in the kitchen. The disappointment and frustration is almost palpable in her pale blue eyes.

    The fairy picks up a knife and cuts into the fish, revealing a deep reddish tint. Then she did the same with chicken, showing its pinkish meat. "Raw chicken and raw fucking bass! You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She slams the countertop, causing the small gathering of fairies to jump in the air slightly. "This shit is a fucking embarrassment!"

    "The girls out there risk their lives everyday fighting the Abyssals," the chief fairy says, pointing to the crowds of concerned customers gathering outside the service window. "The least you sorry lot could do is give them a decent meal! Get a grip!"

    "Yes chef!" the brigade of fairies chorus back, rushing to their stations.

    "Is this normal?" one fairy asked another, observing the situation developing in the kitchen.

    Her friend shrugs, unconcerned. "Fourteen? Yeah, she's always been kind of a hardass. I knew her when she was still on the active duty roster, and she's a rabid perfectionist. You know the types. One little thing out of place could get her reaming your ass from sunrise to sunset."

    "Then why did you say should eat here?"

    "She makes some of the best damn food this side of the Atlantic. Really, I'm kinda surprised she's sticking with her military gig. With talents like hers, she could probably make a killing in the restaurant business."

    "I don't remember asking for your opinion, Tenpenny," a voice dryly comments. Turning around, the duo find themselves confronted by the head chef herself carrying a tray of food. "So, who's your friend?"

    The young fairy gives Fourteen an anxious salute. "T-Twenty, Ma'am! But most people call me Tween for short."

    The chef snickers quietly. "At ease, rookie. I'm not on active duty roster anymore. No need for the formalities. You can call me chef or Fourteen, either way works with me."

    She places down two orders of smoked salmon on the table -- both of which were surprisingly affordable on their meager salaries. "I personally apologize for the fuck up in the kitchen back there," she says. "Most of the girls mean well, but fucking hell Thirteen can't cook a can of soup -- let alone meat."

    Twenty takes a tentative bite and blinks. "Wow, this is amazing!" The spices blend well together, the texture felt smooth as silk, and the flavor tasted phenomenal... quite frankly it was the best damn meal she's had since she got on base. Heck, it may even be the best she's had in her entire life.

    Tenpenny giggles, seeing the look of utter nirvana dawn over Tween's face. "Told you she was good."

    Tween quickly gorges through her meal in minutes. Sadly, she didn't have the money or the stomach capacity on her to order something else. The fillet sounded like a great idea right about now...

    "C'mon, Tween. Let's get back to our posts," Tenpenny says as she stands up, finished with her salmon too. She hands Fourteen a small stack of bills. "And keep the change, Fourteen. You've more than earned it."

    Fourteen smiles warmly. "I wish you luck. Both of you give those Abysalls out there a big fuck off from me, yeah?"
     
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    [x]How sizable is sizable? Aka the 'We need briefed on the threat' option.
    No. of votes: 11
    Vehrec, Dirtnap, wingnut2292, bdun140, Greek Fire, Silvrose, Hell on Strikers, Cmmdfugal, obssesednuker, MrLZRS, The Bushranger

    [x] Stay calm, asses the situation, then make a decision
    No. of votes: 1
    Breakaway25

    [X]How sizable is sizable? Aka the 'We need briefed on the threat' option.
    -[X] In any case, try telling them to put the squadron into a Diamond formation with Tulsa and Indy at the center, Iowa at front, Mahan and Porter on each flank and Atlanta on the flank that is likely to get penetrate.
    No. of votes: 2
    Slayers148, Bondo

     
    TheBleachDoctor said:
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    Reviewing the picture again, I find myself with two questions, one of which could very well mean the difference between victory and defeat.
    First off, who's the bint with the sword and fancy hat? Second, and much more important, WHY DOES WO HAVE TWO DIFFERENT COLOR EYES?!
    EDIT: I also am having a bit or troble identifying the lady with the Giant Boots of Human Stomping. The one with her finger pointing up as if to say "Now listen here, you little shit."
     
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    bdun140 said:
    Reviewing the picture again, I find myself with two questions, one of which could very well mean the difference between victory and defeat.
    First off, who's the bint with the sword and fancy hat? Second, and much more important, WHO DOES WO HAVE TWO DIFFERENT COLOR EYES?!
    EDIT: I also am having a bit or troble identifying the lady with the Giant Boots of Human Stomping. The one with her finger pointing up as if to say "Now listen here, you little shit."
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    The Wo-class with two different eye colors is a Standard Carrier Wo-Class Kai Flagship, also known as Black Wock Shooter and I've got no idea who the girl with the hat and sword is.

    Edit: The girl raising her finger is a Aircraft Carrier Water Demon, also nicknamed evil!Shoukaku.
     
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    Tonaris said:
    The Wo-class with two different eye colors is a Standard Carrier Wo-Class Kai Flagship, also known as Black Wock Shooter and I've got no idea who the girl with the hat and sword is.

    Edit: The girl raising her finger is a Aircraft Carrier Water Demon.
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    So they are. And while I'm on the wiki I shall attempt to discover the identity of our well dressed friend.
    EDIT: Hmm... Could be an artistic interpretation of the Destroyer Princess... I'm not convinced, so I'll keep looking.
    EDIT 2: I'm stumped. Nothing I could find had that distinctive uniform. An OC, perhaps?
    EDIT 3: Or maybe one of many interpretations of The Abyssal Admiral. Yeah, that's probably it. I feel like an idiot, not thinking of that sooner.
     
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    Okay, so I need three separate people to roll a d100! One roll each.
    This will determine how fucked you are. Criteria is a secret~!
     
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