Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)

The scary thing is I don't think he was trying to. He was just insane enough that he felt the entire world should work the way he needed to. So, if he needed to be able to invade the US via Alaska, then it should be possible to invade the US via Alaska.
Okay, I am just going to point out that what Kaito had been planning in regards to Alaska was basically the magical version of the Aleutian Islands Campaign that happened in real life:

His plan, such as it was, was to strike at any US military installations in the Aleutians and take, at the very least, a number of the islands including Unalaska. If possible, they were to strike directly at places such as Fort Randell (now Cold Bay Airport), and Anchorage. Doing such would mean that they were now within striking distance of not just Canadian cities on the West Coast, but also US cities such as Seattle. Which meant that the US would absolutely be forced to split their attention between other places such as Midway and retaking the Alaskan islands/coast.

Combined with other things such as the attack at Schnatjam Reef to send MACUSA reeling, the destruction of the locks at Panama, and taking of places such as Midway and Wake (he did muse about using Portkeys and Obliviation spells on troops to make them think that they had been dropped off by transports that Japan did not have to invade some of the Hawaiian Islands, but dismissed it in the end)? It would be a pretty big blow to the US and need them to split their attention among different fronts, especially as they would likely be dealing with Germany in the Atlantic at the very same time. Either the US would attampt to attacks in multiple places, weakening them and allowing destruction of ships/fleets piecemeal, or they would attempt to build up their forces and so give the Japanese time to fortify.
 
the destruction of the locks at Panama,
If they pulled that hail mary off it would have crippled the canal for at least a decade.
I'm not talking about the locks themselves being replaced I'm talking about the severe drop in the lake water used for the Canal.
Even when it was first constructed it had a advanced water reclamation system avoid uncontrollable water loss.
With the addition of the new Canal IRL they had to revamp and improve the reclamation systems to maintain the needed water to operate the locks.
 
It's adorable, and a part of me is praying that the zeptograms known as Pansy and Kamilla try to cause trouble just so we can see Vincent in Protective Boyfriend Mode.

Kamilla's more likely. She and Elspeth HATE each other.

Pansy has bigger fish to fry so 'dumb old Crabbe & Goyle' (and Crabbe's girl) aren't a threat to her plans to snag Draco.


Okay, I am just going to point out that what Kaito had been planning in regards to Alaska was basically the magical version of the Aleutian Islands Campaign that happened in real life:

His plan, such as it was, was to strike at any US military installations in the Aleutians and take, at the very least, a number of the islands including Unalaska. If possible, they were to strike directly at places such as Fort Randell (now Cold Bay Airport), and Anchorage. Doing such would mean that they were now within striking distance of not just Canadian cities on the West Coast, but also US cities such as Seattle. Which meant that the US would absolutely be forced to split their attention between other places such as Midway and retaking the Alaskan islands/coast.

Combined with other things such as the attack at Schnatjam Reef to send MACUSA reeling, the destruction of the locks at Panama, and taking of places such as Midway and Wake (he did muse about using Portkeys and Obliviation spells on troops to make them think that they had been dropped off by transports that Japan did not have to invade some of the Hawaiian Islands, but dismissed it in the end)? It would be a pretty big blow to the US and need them to split their attention among different fronts, especially as they would likely be dealing with Germany in the Atlantic at the very same time. Either the US would attampt to attacks in multiple places, weakening them and allowing destruction of ships/fleets piecemeal, or they would attempt to build up their forces and so give the Japanese time to fortify.

That makes a lot of sense, especially with the Japanese belief that their plans would work perfectly (see all their KANTAI KESSEN theorizing).
 
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If they pulled that hail mary off it would have crippled the canal for at least a decade.
I'm not talking about the locks themselves being replaced I'm talking about the severe drop in the lake water used for the Canal.
Even when it was first constructed it had a advanced water reclamation system avoid uncontrollable water loss.
With the addition of the new Canal IRL they had to revamp and improve the reclamation systems to maintain the needed water to operate the locks.
To be honest, Yamamoto had a similar idea for the locks, which involved using seaplanes to bomb them from Submarines (the I-400 Class). Kaito, meanwhile, was going to use Light Carriers carrying at least thirty planes each with just as many bombs, and use magic as an element of surprise to get them close enough to begin bombing.
That makes a lot of sense, especially with the Japanese belief that their plans would work perfectly (see all their KANTAI KESSEN theorizing).
Pretty much, yeah. It should be noted that he figured that if the US attempted to have the Atlantic Fleet meet up with the Pacific, they would need to head south and through either the Cape Horn or through the Indian via the Cape of Good Hope. In either case, the Germans would be attacking them with Uboats and the like, whittling them down.
 
Update on that crosspost: CV12Hornet says the first section needs serious reworking. In its current form, it would be infracted in a heartbeat.

Paranoia pays off sometimes, eh?
 
Weasley's Warship Workshop 44

MN Jean Bart, approx. 10 NM south of Toulon. June 23rd​ 2014

Ron leaned into the wind as Jean Bart moved through the waves, the battleship practically humming beneath him as her power plants ran at full power. At least, full rated power. As he looked over to Jean Bart the girl, he could see no strain on her features and she seemed perfectly at ease as her bow sliced through the moderate waves of the Mediterranean. With her hair whipping behind her in the salty wind, Jean Bart looked as if she should be standing on the prow of a ship more appropriate to her namesake. Yet he'd not trade where he was for the world and he knew she was also completely in place right here as one of the most heavily armed and armored ships to have ever graced the sea.

Jean Bart caught him looking at her and she smiled, not quite preening under his gaze.

"Is it everything you thought it would be Ron?" She leaned in closer to speak to him over the wind and the waves.

"No, it's been more." Ron grinned back at her. "The feeling of power that I get just from standing here is something else. What you can do when you put your mind to it, how fast you're going now that you're complete… it's everything and more Jean Bart. I can see why sailors ascribed personalities to their ships even before you returned." He paused and then shook his head, speaking a little less excitedly. "Part of me still feels like a kid on a trip to watch their parents at work though."

There was a snort from beside him and Jean Bart turned her gaze fully towards him.

"And why would that be? Who was it that gave the tour of my hull? Knows me better than any other has or ever will in the future?"

Ron flushed for a moment and managed to shake his head in the negative.

"I… no. It's just… I guess sometimes I want to grow up faster. With everything going on and you, Warspite and Duke all going to be in the fight soon…" He turned his gaze forward and sigh. "I know it's silly but there's so much I want to do and it seems pretty far away."

Ron felt more than saw Jean Bart move closer to him, her hand going up to his shoulder to pull him against her side.

"I think that is part of being alive Ron. Especially for one who has such a bright future ahead of them as you do. I know I was not always the most patient in my search for repairs but Richelieu did manage to impress on me the need to take time as it is, much as we wish otherwise."

Ron turned his head to see Jean Bart's red eyes looking towards him.

"We have a great future together. All of us. I will let nothing get between us and that point so relax and enjoy the life you do have right now. Even if you are mature for your age, it will be some years before you are actually an adult. No point in rushing."

Ron snorted and shook his head, reaching out an arm to give Jean Bart a squeeze around her waist.

"You're not exactly one to talk about not rushing Jean Bart but I see your point. Thank you."

Ron could see Jean Bart start to say something but then she paused and cocked her head to the side, a frown developing on her face.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"I'm not sure yet." Jean Bart shook herself and then gestured back towards the bridge. "Head inside, it'll be easier to explain."

Ron nodded and headed back inside, where he saw Charpentier looking up towards one of the speakers that would normally be part of the intercom.

" Jean Bart, où es-tu ? C'est Le Triomphant avec Le Malin."

Ron blinked as he heard what seemed to be a radio transmission piped directly to the bridge. He didn't quite understand it, the speaker simply too fast for his relatively untrained ears.

"Le Triomphant this is Jean Bart. I'm heading south at the moment. Do you need something?"

It was interesting to watch Jean Bart speak as if she were talking to someone right in front of her while it was clearly a discussion over the radio. He did appreciate her speaking in English, since he was able to at least parse most of what was happening.

"Jean Bart, on devait te retrouver au stand ! Pourquoi vas-tu vers le sud ?"

"I'm heading south because I managed to summon my hull. There's not enough room on the range for my tests." There was a pause and then Jean Bart let out a sigh. "Were you the "range personnel" I was supposed to liaise with?"

"Oui! Nous devions vous rencontrer et faire des exercices pendant vos épreuves ! Et pourquoi parles-tu anglais?"

"I sent notice to the range letting them know what happened, they must not have told you. I'm speaking English because my crew isn't fully fluent in French."

There was a pause on the line and Ron felt himself flush slightly. He'd need to become much more fluent in French if he was ever going to properly command allied ships. Just another thing to put on his list of things to do.

"Excuse me, apologies then! But I must insist you slow down! Le Malin and I can catch up but at this rate it will take hours!"

"Le Triomphant I don't…" Jean Bart started to speak and then saw Ron looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"We can wait ten minutes for your escorts to catch up Jean Bart."

Jean Bart frowned slightly at Ron, showing her opinion at slowing down.

"Should I make it an order?"

That actually caused Jean Bart to smile. It was a wry smile but it was a smile.

"No. Not yet I think." Jean Bart shook her head and then looked back up. "Le Triomphant, look on your radar. I'll be doing a slow station keeping circle. Don't keep me waiting. Jean Bart over and out."

"Oui! On our way. Over and out."

Looking back to Ron, Jean Bart slowly approached him and leaned down a little bit, putting her eyes more at level with his… and lowering certain other things as well.

"I see my Capitaine is already taking charge."

Admirably ignoring the proverbial bait, Ron simply nodded.

"Yes. I will tell you when you're being silly Jean Bart, no matter what the situation."

Jean Bart let out a small "tch" noise and then stood upright, turning so she was looking at him over her shoulder.

"And here I made you my Captain because I thought you would let me run off and do whatever I wanted." Her tone was clearly teasing but Ron wasn't about to let it go that easily.

"You know us Englishmen, the most conservative, stolid lot you've ever seen. Especially when it comes to ships."

Jean Bart bit her lip and turned away, preventing Ron from seeing her face, though he was pretty sure he'd won that round. Especially when he heard a chuckle from where Captain Charpentier and his other officer were standing.

"Anyway, Le Triomphant and Le Malin should be here in about ten minutes or so. They're fast on their feet."

"We should probably bring them on board when they do arrive. Knowing how destroyers go through fuel, they'll need it."

That got him another look over Jean Bart's shoulder, this time with a raised eyebrow.

He just shrugged back at her.

"Consider it a test of your ability to UNREP while at sea."

Jean Bart shook her head and let out a playful sigh.

"I suppose…"

Ron let out a snort and moved to stand next to Jean Bart, wrapping his fingers in hers and giving them a squeeze, which was returned. That was all he needed to know and he watched as Jean Bart's bow began to cut to port, the vibrations through her hull slowing as power was cut drastically for the short wait.

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It was only a few minutes before the two destroyers came into view, Ron having moved out to one of the bridge wings with a set of binoculars to see them. They were big for DD's, having almost a thousand tons on most of their contemporaries. That meant the girls themselves were a bit taller than most DD's, though they were still more on the petite side. One had what appeared to be golden blonde hair rolled up in buns on either side of her head, while the other had a long, thick mane of pure white hair. Each of their rigs sported a number of guns and torpedoes, with each also carrying a slender sword of some description.

"Which one is which?" Ron asked Jean Bart as they began to come alongside, Jean Bart ceasing her turn and heading generally south once more.

"Le Triomphant is the blonde, Le Malin is the one in all white."

The white haired DD was also dressed in an all-white uniform, while the other had a red and blue color scheme.

"How are you going to get them onboard?" Ron glanced over at Jean Bart.

"Boat crane. It's really the only good option we have."

Ron watched as the two DD's came alongside as Jean Bart slowed down even more, her boat crane swinging out wide over her railing. There were a few moments of confusion as things presumably got talked about back and forth over the radio before both of the DD's slid a foot into the crane's hook and then what appeared to be a slow but steady transfer of tension and the disappearance of their rigs.

After that it was only a minute to hoist the pair of DD's back into the air and over the railing to Jean Bart's boat deck. As Ron felt Jean Bart start to surge beneath his feet once more, he looked over to the actual girl in question.

"Still ready to go?"

"Always." Jean Bart gave him a proud grin. Ron just snorted.

"Well we should go say hello to both of them. Where are you sending them?"

"The officers mess. They both qualify anyway and it's nicer."

"We should offer to Charpentier and his men as well."

Jean Bart rolled her eyes but nodded.

"Oui. I will. I'm not letting them into my good wine though."

"You know I got a good laugh the first time I went through your blueprints and saw an explicitly marked wine storage room?"

"Wine is no joking matter Ron! Especially to a Frenchman!"

"English vessels have rum storage but it's not a multi level facility…"

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The early luncheon turned out to be a pleasant one, as Jean Bart's cooks measured up as best they could to the expectations of both Le Triomphant and a number of Charpentier's officers. Le Malin turned out to be the type of DD who would both eat almost anything and could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, lasting only twenty minutes into the nearly hour long meal while creating a pillow out of her own hair.

Ron learned, at length, the appropriate and varied uses for wine at a meal. He found no succor from any quarter as the only Englishman at a French meal and Jean Bart making sure to tease him back for his initial comments about the wine store. He took it in good humor as Le Triomphant and Charpentier actually managed to talk about appropriate wine types along with the French vs English teasing included.

Between the meal, discussion afterwards and a further tour for the DD's, it was getting close to their time to catch the convoy in radar range when Jean Bart's face suddenly went pale as they were heading back towards the bridge.

"Merde, merde, merde, merde."

"Jean Bart, what's wrong?" Ron looked over to her, every other face turning the same direction.

"The convoy has just reported in, they're under attack."

There was a collective pause and a few mutters much along the same line as Jean Bart's.

"How many?" asked Le Triomphant, the blonde haired girl very much one of duty.

"They're not sure yet. Enough they feel confident taking on the escort which is Emile Bertin, Jeanne d'Arc and six destroyers." A pause. "Reports of heavy shell fire."

Ron felt his head starting to spin but not so much he didn't catch sight of Jean Bart looking at him with some concern.

"Go." He managed to choke out over what felt like a thickening tongue. "We're not that far right? Red alert, push the engines as hard as you can." It started out hard to speak but as he kept going it got easier. "They can't know we're here yet."

Jean Bart's eyes focused on him for a moment and he stared back, keeping his gaze steady. Her response was a nod and then suddenly alarms were going off throughout the ship, the klaxons loud enough to wake the dead. There was a subtle surge as he felt even more power was fed into new built engines, fresh boilers pushed to their utmost instead of merely "max rated".

Ron knew enough to step to the side as the corridors suddenly became "busy", though it took the others a few moments. Jean Bart herself, along with Le Triomphant and a more alert looking Le Malin were the only ones unaffected, Jean Bart pointing somewhere aft and the two DD's nodding as they made their way in the indicated direction.

Jean Bart turned his way as Charpentier ushered his men back the direction they came, only a few complaints being voiced.

"You should go below." Jean Bart's voice wasn't happy but there was no harshness in it either.

"...I know." Ron knew it was the right decision, there wasn't anything he could meaningfully do on the bridge. It didn't mean he felt good about doing it.

Jean Bart could clearly see that he didn't want to but even as they raced towards the enemy she took a moment to lean in and pull him into a hug.

"I will fight better knowing you are safe Ron."

"I… I know Jean Bart. I just wish…" he took a deep breath and fought back tears of frustration. "You should open fire at near max range. Your guns are fresh and you've got full stocks. You don't need to hit them, just scare them away. I'm sure they're scrambling aircraft right now and if you distract them..."

Ron felt Jean Bart tense somewhat and then relax, her hand running through his hair.

"Ron… promise me you'll listen to what I say during battle."

"Of course I will Jean Bart."

Ron felt Jean Bart let go of the hug, her hand sliding down to grab his. Then he felt her tugging him… towards the bridge.

"Then you can watch for a little. I will not deny my Captain his first gun salvo."

Ron felt a sense of whiplash as Jean Bart led him upwards, a path being made for them by the remaining spirits still running to their stations.

As they reached the hatch to the bridge, Jean Bart turned her red eyes back to him and focused on him once more.

"You will head below to the damage control station when I tell you." There was no question, just a statement he could agree to or not.

Ron could only force his head to nod, the mix of command and concern in Jean Bart's eyes piercing him deep.

She stared at him for a few more moments and then gave him a return nod, leaning in until he felt a ghost of a presence on his lips.

"Merci mon amour."

With that the hatch opened and Jean Bart ushered Ron onto the bridge where he could practically feel the bustling around him. He let himself be led to the front windows, Jean Bart standing by his side as every sinew of the ship around him seemed to tighten, readying for what was to come.

As time passed Ron felt himself calming, watching as the guns in front of him rose, barrels ready to deliver their high explosive charges miles down range.

"Hows it going?" he finally made himself ask Jean Bart.

"Emile says the enemies aren't firing as often as they could, they seem to be low on ammo or otherwise ill supplied. We'll be in range at least five minutes before the first scrambled planes arrive."

"...How long until range?"

"Max range in two minutes. That's still a bit far, I'm going to wait until I've got a good radar return. That said, the weather is perfect for visuals."

Ron nodded, the time ticking down slowly as he felt Jean Bart as a whole lose speed, two small figures approaching her bow with one on either side.

He found his hand being pressed with what he realized was ear protection and he put it on, loosening his jaw at the same time. A tap on his shoulder and Jean Bart leaned in close.

"We have them on radar. 38,000 meters."

Ron felt a shiver go through him and nodded.

"35 then you think?"

Jean Bart nodded and Ron gave a small grin, which he hoped look more confident than he actually felt.

He watched as the turrets in front of him moved slightly, barrels lowering by hairs as they trained in the proper direction.

Ron thought he saw the flash of something out in the distance but it equally could have been something in his imagination.

The presence of Jean Bart next to him was what kept him most steady, though they weren't touching at this point. Instead he could feel how calm she was, the poised lethality that was a battleship at the ready. Then she raised her hand and began to count down, five fingers, four, three, two…

The last finger fell and Ron reached deep inside of himself to speak clearly and calmly.

"Open fire."

There was a moments pause and then the world in front of him erupted, fire and death spitting from eight barrels at his command. Yet it would not be him who finished this fight. No, that belonged to the woman next to him and as he saw the grin on her face he knew one thing.

Jean Bart had met the enemy and they would be hers.

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AN: So… yeah. Comments and questions welcome.
The conversation between Jean Bart and Le Triomphant goes as such.
1: Jean Bart, where are you? It's Le Triomphant with Le Malin.
2: Jean Bart, we were supposed to meet you at the range! Why are you going south?
3: Yes! We were to meet you and do some exercises during your trials! And why are you speaking English?
 
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Ron leaned into the wind as Jean Bart moved through the waves, the battleship practically humming beneath him as her power plants ran at full power. At least, full rated power. As he looked over to Jean Bart the girl, he could see no strain on her features and she seemed perfectly at ease as her bow sliced through the moderate waves of the Mediterranean. With her hair whipping behind her in the salty wind, Jean Bart looked as if she should be standing on the prow of a ship more appropriate to her namesake. Yet he'd not trade where he was for the world and he knew she was also completely in place right here as one of the most heavily armed and armored ships to have ever graced the sea.
So Ron's enjoying the sight of his baguettebote at cruise.
But I must insist you slow down! Le Malin and I can catch up but at this rate it will take hours!
*smugs in 43kn combat speed*
"You should go below." Jean Bart's voice wasn't happy but there was no harshness in it either.
...You have a conning tower you know.
"Open fire."

There was a moments pause and then the world in front of him erupted, fire and death spitting from eight barrels at his command. Yet it would not be him who finished this fight. No, that belonged to the woman next to him and as he saw the grin on her face he knew one thing.

Jean Bart had met the enemy and they would be hers.
And thus begins their first battle together.
 
Weasley's Warship Workshop 44

MN Jean Bart, approx. 10 NM south of Toulon. June 23rd 2014

YESSSSS~~~!!!

(I've been waiting for this one ever since we bounced ideas around about JB's sea trials in PMs way back when)

Ron leaned into the wind as Jean Bart moved through the waves, the battleship practically humming beneath him as her power plants ran at full power. At least, full rated power. As he looked over to Jean Bart the girl, he could see no strain on her features and she seemed perfectly at ease as her bow sliced through the moderate waves of the Mediterranean. With her hair whipping behind her in the salty wind, Jean Bart looked as if she should be standing on the prow of a ship more appropriate to her namesake. Yet he'd not trade where he was for the world and he knew she was also completely in place right here as one of the most heavily armed and armored ships to have ever graced the sea.

Great opening scene here to set the tone for the fireworks to come. Love it!

Also a superb look of JB in her element.

Jean Bart caught him looking at her and she smiled, not quite preening under his gaze.

"Is it everything you thought it would be Ron?" She leaned in closer to speak to him over the wind and the waves.

"No, it's been more." Ron grinned back at her. "The feeling of power that I get just from standing here is something else. What you can do when you put your mind to it, how fast you're going now that you're complete… it's everything and more Jean Bart. I can see why sailors ascribed personalities to their ships even before you returned."

Cue Ron cleaning out her main powder magazines for some serious grave excavation.

My boy, she's eating those compliments about her grace and power up just like Natsumi in a peanut butter warehouse when you talk dirty marine engineering liek that to her.

He paused and then shook his head, speaking a little less excitedly. "Part of me still feels like a kid on a trip to watch their parents at work though."

There was a snort from beside him and Jean Bart turned her gaze fully towards him.

"And why would that be? Who was it that gave the tour of my hull? Knows me better than any other has or ever will in the future?"

Ron flushed for a moment and managed to shake his head in the negative.

"I… no. It's just… I guess sometimes I want to grow up faster. With everything going on and you, Warspite and Duke all going to be in the fight soon…" He turned his gaze forward and sigh. "I know it's silly but there's so much I want to do and it seems pretty far away."

This was a great moment here showing Ron wanting to experience adulthood and adult responsibilities now and knowing that he's not quite ready yet. And just like he supports her, she in turn supports him with his worries and fears. VERY well done!

Ron felt more than saw Jean Bart move closer to him, her hand going up to his shoulder to pull him against her side.

"I think that is part of being alive Ron. Especially for one who has such a bright future ahead of them as you do. I know I was not always the most patient in my search for repairs but Richelieu did manage to impress on me the need to take time as it is, much as we wish otherwise."

Ron turned his head to see Jean Bart's red eyes looking towards him.

"We have a great future together. All of us. I will let nothing get between us and that point so relax and enjoy the life you do have right now. Even if you are mature for your age, it will be some years before you are actually an adult. No point in rushing."

Ron snorted and shook his head, reaching out an arm to give Jean Bart a squeeze around her waist.

"You're not exactly one to talk about not rushing Jean Bart but I see your point. Thank you."

Case in point. He needed to hear that and this is helping build him up into the man that he will become.

Ron could see Jean Bart start to say something but then she paused and cocked her head to the side, a frown developing on her face.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"I'm not sure yet." Jean Bart shook herself and then gestured back towards the bridge. "Head inside, it'll be easier to explain."

Ron nodded and headed back inside, where he saw Charpentier looking up towards one of the speakers that would normally be part of the intercom.

" Jean Bart, où es-tu ? C'est Le Triomphant avec Le Malin."

Ron blinked as he heard what seemed to be a radio transmission piped directly to the bridge. He didn't quite understand it, the speaker simply too fast for his relatively untrained ears.

Ahh, the escort they had planned is on the way.

"Le Triomphant this is Jean Bart. I'm heading south at the moment. Do you need something?"

It was interesting to watch Jean Bart speak as if she were talking to someone right in front of her while it was clearly a discussion over the radio. He did appreciate her speaking in English, since he was able to at least parse most of what was happening.

"Jean Bart, on devait te retrouver au stand ! Pourquoi vas-tu vers le sud ?"

"I'm heading south because I managed to summon my hull. There's not enough room on the range for my tests." There was a pause and then Jean Bart let out a sigh. "Were you the "range personnel" I was supposed to liaise with?"

""Oui! Nous devions vous rencontrer et faire des exercices pendant vos épreuves ! Et pourquoi parles-tu anglais?"

"I sent notice to the range letting them know what happened, they must not have told you. I'm speaking English because my crew isn't fully fluent in French."

Nice back and forth here, and I love how she refers to Ron as 'her crew'.

There was a pause on the line and Ron felt himself flush slightly. He'd need to become much more fluent in French if he was ever going to properly command allied ships. Just another thing to put on his list of things to do.

Very good foreshadowing/setup for him hiring Isabella to tutor him in French here.

"Excuse me, apologies then! But I must insist you slow down! Le Malin and I can catch up but at this rate it will take hours!"

"Le Triomphant I don't…" Jean Bart started to speak and then saw Ron looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"We can wait ten minutes for your escorts to catch up Jean Bart."

Jean Bart frowned slightly at Ron, showing her opinion at slowing down.

"Should I make it an order?"

That actually caused Jean Bart to smile. It was a wry smile but it was a smile.

"No. Not yet I think."

I think right here there was some money surreptitiously passed between Charpentier and his officer as a bet was paid off.

Heh, you can tell she really does want to run wild and show herself to her friends now that she finally has her legs. And Ron, being good old reliable Ron reins her in gently so she doesn't go too far too fast.

Jean Bart shook her head and then looked back up. "Le Triomphant, look on your radar. I'll be doing a slow station keeping circle. Don't keep me waiting. Jean Bart over and out."

"Oui! On our way. Over and out."

Looking back to Ron, Jean Bart slowly approached him and leaned down a little bit, putting her eyes more at level with his… and lowering certain other things as well.

"I see my Capitaine is already taking charge."

Admirably ignoring the proverbial bait, Ron simply nodded.

"Yes. I will tell you when you're being silly Jean Bart, no matter what the situation."

Jean Bart let out a small "tch" noise and then stood upright, turning so she was looking at him over her shoulder.

Good for Ron and a certain French FBB is a nice little tease, I see.

"And here I made you my Captain because I thought you would let me run off and do whatever I wanted." Her tone was clearly teasing but Ron wasn't about to let it go that easily.

"You know us Englishmen, the most conservative, stolid lot you've ever seen. Especially when it comes to ships."

Jean Bart bit her lip and turned away, preventing Ron from seeing her face, though he was pretty sure he'd won that round. Especially when he heard a chuckle from where Captain Charpentier and his other officer were standing.

As I said, some side bets got paid off here. They can read the signs and knows that SOMEONE is keel over bridge for her red-headed English captain.

Nice snark Ron. Very nice.

"Anyway, Le Triomphant and Le Malin should be here in about ten minutes or so. They're fast on their feet."

"We should probably bring them on board when they do arrive. Knowing how destroyers go through fuel, they'll need it."

That got him another look over Jean Bart's shoulder, this time with a raised eyebrow.

He just shrugged back at her.

"Consider it a test of your ability to UNREP while at sea."

Jean Bart shook her head and let out a playful sigh.

"I suppose…"

She's faking it. She's looking forward to showing off her lines for these two.

Ron let out a snort and moved to stand next to Jean Bart, wrapping his fingers in hers and giving them a squeeze, which was returned. That was all he needed to know and he watched as Jean Bart's bow began to cut to port, the vibrations through her hull slowing as power was cut drastically for the short wait.

Yeah, she's not miffed much, and in fact is happy with this command performance.

It was only a few minutes before the two destroyers came into view, Ron having moved out to one of the bridge wings with a set of binoculars to see them. They were big for DD's, having almost a thousand tons on most of their contemporaries. That meant the girls themselves were a bit taller than most DD's, though they were still more on the petite side. One had what appeared to be golden blonde hair rolled up in buns on either side of her head, while the other had a long, thick mane of pure white hair. Each of their rigs sported a number of guns and torpedoes, with each also carrying a slender sword of some description.

"Which one is which?" Ron asked Jean Bart as they began to come alongside, Jean Bart ceasing her turn and heading generally south once more.

"Le Triomphant is the blonde, Le Malin is the one in all white."

The white haired DD was also dressed in an all-white uniform, while the other had a red and blue color scheme.

Nice description of these two, and yes French DDs were pretty large sized in this era.

"How are you going to get them onboard?" Ron glanced over at Jean Bart.

"Boat crane. It's really the only good option we have."

Ron watched as the two DD's came alongside as Jean Bart slowed down even more, her boat crane swinging out wide over her railing. There were a few moments of confusion as things presumably got talked about back and forth over the radio before both of the DD's slid a foot into the crane's hook and then what appeared to be a slow but steady transfer of tension and the disappearance of their rigs.

After that it was only a minute to hoist the pair of DD's back into the air and over the railing to Jean Bart's boat deck. As Ron felt Jean Bart start to surge beneath his feet once more, he looked over to the actual girl in question.

"Still ready to go?"

"Always." Jean Bart gave him a proud grin. Ron just snorted.

Heh, give her her head, Ron, you know she wants to show off again.

"Well we should go say hello to both of them. Where are you sending them?"

"The officers mess. They both qualify anyway and it's nicer."

"We should offer to Charpentier and his men as well."

Jean Bart rolled her eyes but nodded.

Yep. good time for it, since the test is proceeding with flying colors.

"Oui. I will. I'm not letting them into my good wine though."

"You know I got a good laugh the first time I went through your blueprints and saw an explicitly marked wine storage room?"

"Wine is no joking matter Ron! Especially to a Frenchman!"

"English vessels have rum storage but it's not a multi level facility…"

Nice naval trivia here!

(I'll also note that this luncheon will not be the only time that the wine storage room is opened. I expect that after JB does her thing and is returning to port, that there will be a bottle of the good vintages uncorked to celebrate with)

The early luncheon turned out to be a pleasant one, as Jean Bart's cooks measured up as best they could to the expectations of both Le Triomphant and a number of Charpentier's officers. Le Malin turned out to be the type of DD who would both eat almost anything and could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, lasting only twenty minutes into the nearly hour long meal while creating a pillow out of her own hair.

Aww, that;'s an adorable DD there.

Ron learned, at length, the appropriate and varied uses for wine at a meal. He found no succor from any quarter as the only Englishman at a French meal and Jean Bart making sure to tease him back for his initial comments about the wine store. He took it in good humor as Le Triomphant and Charpentier actually managed to talk about appropriate wine types along with the French vs English teasing included.

Between the meal, discussion afterwards and a further tour for the DD's

Good for Ron holding his own here in the conversation. Point in his favor with the French Navy, I suspect.

it was getting close to their time to catch the convoy in radar range when Jean Bart's face suddenly went pale as they were heading back towards the bridge.

"Merde, merde, merde, merde."

"Jean Bart, what's wrong?" Ron looked over to her, every other face turning the same direction.

"The convoy has just reported in, they're under attack."

There was a collective pause and a few mutters much along the same line as Jean Bart's.

And here it comes. Now someone is going to really have a sea trial~~.

"How many?" asked Le Triopmhant, the blonde haired girl very much one of duty.

"They're not sure yet. Enough they feel confident taking on the escort which is Emile Bertin, Jeanne d'Arc and six destroyers." A pause. "Reports of heavy shell fire."

Ron felt his head starting to spin but not so much he didn't catch sight of Jean Bart looking at him with some concern.

"Go." He managed to choke out over what felt like a thickening tongue. "We're not that far right? Red alert, push the engines as hard as you can." It started out hard to speak but as he kept going it got easier. "They can't know we're here yet."

As a side note, the highlighted should be Triomphant, BTW.

Two CLs, six DDs. Either desperate or heavy. Well add in a BB looking for some 'range time' and....

Good man, as Ron makes the correct choice here to come to their aid and accept the risks. Now he decides to lay his work, his love and skill on the line for his loves. In the words of the Marquis of Montrose:

'He either fears his fate too much
Or his deserts are small
That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all'.

Right now, Ron just validated his choice as Captain by Warspite and Duke ('Engage The Enemy More Closely' -- Admiral Nelson, 1805), and Jean Bart ('l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours l'audace!*' -- Danton, 1792). Because he gets their ethos of pride, élan, daring, courage, and victory at sea right down to his heart and soul and when the crisis comes, he's going to lead them into harm's way 'to win or lose it all'.

*Speech in response to an Austrian and Prussian invasion of France during the French Revolution. The translation of the full sentence the famous quote is taken from is: "To defeat them, Gentlemen, we need daring, more daring, always daring, and France is saved."

Jean Bart's eyes focused on him for a moment and he stared back, keeping his gaze steady. Her response was a nod and then suddenly alarms were going off throughout the ship, the klaxons loud enough to wake the dead. There was a subtle surge as he felt even more power was fed into new built engines, fresh boilers pushed to their utmost instead of merely "max rated".

Ron knew enough to step to the side as the corridors suddenly became "busy", though it took the others a few moments. Jean Bart herself, along with Le Triomphant and a more alert looking Le Malin were the only ones unaffected, Jean Bart pointing somewhere aft and the two DD's nodding as they made their way in the indicated direction.

Jean Bart turned his way as Charpentier ushered his men back the direction they came, only a few complaints being voiced.

And here we go.

Now we get to see exactly what those wind and heating runes on her boilers and the rest of the improvements are capable of when she goes to full emergency power and battle stations. As Jean Bart goes into harm's way for her loved ones and her country, I'll just quote the quintessence of her relationship with her beloved Captain with this from a different navy in a different war.

"This is going to be a fighting ship. I intend to go in harm's way, and anyone who doesn't want to go along had better get off right now." -- Commander Ernest E. Evans, October 27, 1943 during the commissioning of USS Johnston (DD-557)

"You should go below." Jean Bart's voice wasn't happy but there was no harshness in it either.

"...I know." Ron knew it was the right decision, there wasn't anything he could meaningfully do on the bridge. It didn't mean he felt good about doing it.

Jean Bart could clearly see that he didn't want to but even as they raced towards the enemy she took a moment to lean in and pull him into a hug.

"I will fight better knowing you are safe Ron."

"I… I know Jean Bart. I just wish…" he took a deep breath and fought back tears of frustration. "You should open fire at near max range. Your guns are fresh and you've got full stocks. You don't need to hit them, just scare them away. I'm sure they're scrambling aircraft right now and if you distract them..."

Ron felt Jean Bart tense somewhat and then relax, her hand running through his hair.

Good, good man. He knows he's not capable of commanding her properly yet, but he wants to help her. Good tactical advice, although she knows it already with her more experienced Faerie command staff.

"Ron… promise me you'll listen to what I say during battle."

"Of course I will Jean Bart."

Ron felt Jean Bart let go of the hug, her hand sliding down to grab his. Then he felt her tugging him… towards the bridge.

Well Ron. You're about to experience something that very very few lucky souls have experienced. She's giving you a moment that you will cherish for a lifetime (and will hold over her co-wives since SHE gets to claim his combat virginity) when she opens fire at your command.

"Then you can watch for a little. I will not deny my Captain his first gun salvo."

Ron felt a sense of whiplash as Jean Bart led him upwards, a path being made for them by the remaining spirits still running to their stations.

As they reached the hatch to the bridge, Jean Bart turned her red eyes back to him and focused on him once more.

"You will head below to the damage control station when I tell you." There was no question, just a statement he could agree to or not.

Ron could only force his head to nod, the mix of command and concern in Jean Bart's eyes piercing him deep.

Yeah, She's going to be taking fire once she opens up and wants him safe in her citadel when she does.

She stared at him for a few more moments and then gave him a return nod, leaning in until he felt a ghost of a presence on his lips.

"Merci mon amour."

With that the hatch opened and Jean Bart ushered Ron onto the bridge where he could practically feel the bustling around him. He let himself be led to the front windows, Jean Bart standing by his side as every sinew of the ship around him seemed to tighten, readying for what was to come.

Statement of love and faith right there., And she WILL win this battle for you.

As time passed Ron felt himself calming, watching as the guns in front of him rose, barrels ready to deliver their high explosive charges miles down range.

"Hows it going?" he finally made himself ask Jean Bart.

"Emile says the enemies aren't firing as often as they could, they seem to be low on ammo or otherwise ill supplied. We'll be in range at least five minutes before the first scrambled planes arrive."

"...How long until range?"

"Max range in two minutes. That's still a bit far, I'm going to wait until I've got a good radar return. That said, the weather is perfect for visuals."

Good plan. They also might not have a clue that the Cavalry is coming and she plans to wreck shop.

Ron nodded, the time ticking down slowly as he felt Jean Bart as a whole lose speed, two small figures approaching her bow with one on either side.

He found his hand being pressed with what he realized was ear protection and he put it on, loosening his jaw at the same time. A tap on his shoulder and Jean Bart leaned in close.

"We have them on radar. 38,000 meters."

Ron felt a shiver go through him and nodded.

"35 then you think?"

Jean Bart nodded and Ron gave a small grin, which he hoped look more confident than he actually felt.

Yeah, radar fire control and she's got good optics. Someone downrange is about to get the worst possible surprise (and instant browning of skirts).

He watched as the turrets in front of him moved slightly, barrels lowering by hairs as they trained in the proper direction.

Ron thought he saw the flash of something out in the distance but it equally could have been something in his imagination.

The presence of Jean Bart next to him was what kept him most steady, though they weren't touching at this point. Instead he could feel how calm she was, the poised lethality that was a battleship at the ready. Then she raised her hand and began to count down, five fingers, four, three, two…

The last finger fell and Ron reached deep inside of himself to speak clearly and calmly.

"Open fire."

And here it is. Superb work ratcheting the tension up and showing the gravity of the scene as Ron goes into battle for the first time.

There was a moments pause and then the world in front of him erupted, fire and death spitting from eight barrels at his command. Yet it would not be him who finished this fight. No, that belonged to the woman next to him and as he saw the grin on her face he knew one thing.

Jean Bart had met the enemy and they would be hers.

Oh yes, You got her this far, Ron, She'll do the rest for you. And some Abyssal is about to have a very VERY bad day when the 380mm comes in out of nowhere with a very angry BB behind it.

AN: So… yeah. Comments and questions welcome.
The conversation between Jean Bart and Le Triomphant goes as such.
1: Jean Bart, where are you? It's Le Triomphant with Le Malin.
2: Jean Bart, we were supposed to meet you at the range! Why are you going south?
3: Yes! We were to meet you and do some exercises during your trials! And why are you speaking English?

I love it! I really love it and I can't wait to see the rest of the fight.
 
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The Black Goat Of The (Croat) Woods (III)

Slytherin Head Boy's Rooms, Slytherin Dungeon, Hogwarts

Friday, November 28th 2014

Her 'good morning' in Croatian to her betrothed became a sudden surprised shriek when his hand moved from her hip to squeeze a rather sensitive location unexpectedly.

Oh my! :p

She'd barely gotten her hormones back under control before he kissed her quite thoroughly and passionately.

Elspeth needs to try the Harry Potter brand of hormone smashing clubs. :D

She nodded with a happy smile for him as she responded in English. "Better than I have in weeks, zlato. Like... what's the term? Yes! Like a baby." She shifted in his grasp to place her elbows on his shoulders so that she could rest her chin in her hands.

Considering how shes been busy successfully repairing what social bridges she hasnt completely burned, then yeah shes had a good few days.

"You little temptress, Elsica!" He finally got out after swallowing down his first, second, and third impulses while taking a sledgehammer to his hormones. "I can't wait for the wedding! And here I used to laugh privately about Draco having it bad with the girls interested in him!"

Oh Dracos pelvis will still have it bad on the wedding night but i get what he means. :D

"Better." Elspeth shifted on top of him to kiss her fiance once more. "Keep that in mind for next time, zlato."

"Always, srećo. Always."

These 2 are so precious! :p

Then she sighed happily as Vincent grasped her shoulders from behind to kiss the nape of her neck. "Mmmm.... How'd you get so good at learning what a girl like me enjoys?"

A reasonable question to ask.

VIncent laughed and massaged her shoulders before responding. "Study, actually. I'm no Ravenclaw looking for knowledge for knowledge's sake. However, after Father told me about making the arrangements to marry you, he also gave me a reading list of books with tips and advice on how to satisfy a woman. Which I plan to test out on you."

Well good on Vincent and his father here.

Vincent chuckled and shook his head. "There's a Chinese proverb that should be the motto of House Crabbe. 'Civilize the mind and make savage the body.' People see me, someone who isn't a fashion model, works out a lot, and is visibly ready to hex someone for the Boss as his attack dog, then they don't look any deeper generally. So we got overlooked, and since our ambition is to protect our family, just as the Malfoys by and large do, we prosper in that role."

I like this a lot,The Crabbes have their lot in life more or less balanced out just fine.

Vincent shook his head and laughed. "Not hardly no. Old Abraxus Malfoy was a real piece of work according to Father and not nearly half as clever as he thought that he was, which is why Lord Lucius took over and restored the family's fortunes. But the main reason for me is.... It's actually a quote from an amusing Muggle book I read thanks to Cleopatra recommending it:

Cleopatra: *Smirks*

Elspeth nodded along at the quote, visibly thinking hard.

I see Vincents answer has got the wheels turning in her head.

"Thank you, zlato" Elspeth murmured then looked up at him. "But I didn't have a choice, since I had to be ICW trained. So I decided the way to survive there was to be the toughest bitch in the school. If everyone was scared of messing with me, no one would. Like an angry hedgehog with all the spikes."

"Makes sense. So you put up the tough girl front and it got seen for the real thing." Vincent said with a nod. "Just like me being apparently dumb muscle and nothing more."

Like Vincent said Elspeths approach made perfect sense to do, though it does have the obvious disadvantage of well killing most if not all of ones social life.

"You had to find a husband outside Durmstrang. Hence the betrothal." Vincent finished for her.

"Hence the betrothal." Elspeth agreed. "Now a kiss for my zlato before we get dressed once more in our uniforms and masks that we must wear for school."

On the other hand, it got her bethrothed to Vincent, a rare and lucky find so i suppose its Win-Win! Alls well that ends well for them.
 
So Ron's enjoying the sight of his baguettebote at cruise.
Well they are essentially engaged at this point and Jean Bart is really enjoying herself right now.

*smugs in 43kn combat speed*
They can reach a good 40~ kn combat speed themselves. It's just Jean Bart can reach 32-33~ knots right now and she's got a ten mile lead. They can catch up, it'll just take a bit.

...You have a conning tower you know.
That's true but there's not much Ron can really do inside of it and Jean Bart wants him protected to the utmost, so that means deep in her citadel.

And thus begins their first battle together.
Yes, the first guns Ron heard fired in anger were French and Jean Bart will hold that until she goes to Davy Jones and beyond.

YESSSSS~~~!!!

(I've been waiting for this one ever since we bounced ideas around about JB's sea trials in PMs way back when)
I have too, it's been a long road and there's definitely plenty more to come.

Great opening scene here to set the tone for the fireworks to come. Love it!

Also a superb look of JB in her element.
Yes, the Richelieu's never had much of a chance to strut their stuff IRL but in this world... they are going to be remembered.

Cue Ron cleaning out her main powder magazines for some serious grave excavation.

My boy, she's eating those compliments about her grace and power up just like Natsumi in a peanut butter warehouse when you talk dirty marine engineering liek that to her.
Oh yes she is. He gave her this and she's showing off and now he's complementing her for doing what she's supposed to. All without a trace of guile or anything but God's honest truth in his eyes.

This was a great moment here showing Ron wanting to experience adulthood and adult responsibilities now and knowing that he's not quite ready yet. And just like he supports her, she in turn supports him with his worries and fears. VERY well done!
Thank you. Ron's mature, like Harry, but they both have things they need to get over. Ron's is as always feeling a bit inadequate but he's got backers this time around who can point out how silly he's being and he's smart and open enough to shake himself out of it when given the chance.

Case in point. He needed to hear that and this is helping build him up into the man that he will become.
Yup. Jean Bart builds up Ron and Ron helps Jean Bart.

Nice back and forth here, and I love how she refers to Ron as 'her crew'.
He is her crew after all. Signed the book and everything.

Very good foreshadowing/setup for him hiring Isabella to tutor him in French here.
Yup, SB pointed out the need for escorts even in lightly contested waters and the conversation filled in the rest.

I think right here there was some money surreptitiously passed between Charpentier and his officer as a bet was paid off.

Heh, you can tell she really does want to run wild and show herself to her friends now that she finally has her legs. And Ron, being good old reliable Ron reins her in gently so she doesn't go too far too fast.
Haha, they're definitely taking notes and there will be some glasses of wine passed back and forth.

As for Jean Bart, of course she does. Ron however shows his side of the relationship, even after she's rebuilt. That of keeping her from running off and doing something silly.

Good for Ron and a certain French FBB is a nice little tease, I see.
Jean Bart is very confident right now and she's running at maximum power. She made 177k SHP on her own back in the day so she's pushing about 190k SHP with everything Ron gave her.

As I said, some side bets got paid off here. They can read the signs and knows that SOMEONE is keel over bridge for her red-headed English captain.

Nice snark Ron. Very nice.
Yup, once she turned her head away from him they knew he'd won that round and they can see her face. Snark to snark combat is one of Ron's specialties, given all of his girls. Except maybe~ Duke but she helps with the blank face part.

She's faking it. She's looking forward to showing off her lines for these two.
She's playing up the Tsun for Ron certainly.

Yeah, she's not miffed much, and in fact is happy with this command performance.
Yep, very happy with him being in command.

Nice description of these two, and yes French DDs were pretty large sized in this era.
Yeah I stole the basic idea off of Azur Lane for both of them (not posting any of the images here, much less SB) and yeah they're both pretty big.

Heh, give her her head, Ron, you know she wants to show off again.
He does but he's going to make sure she doesn't run off without paying attention to everything else.

Yep. good time for it, since the test is proceeding with flying colors.
Yeah, not much else to do right now on a relatively calm day and no enemies in sight.

Nice naval trivia here!
Yeah, Jean Bart and Isabella will share that trait in time. The French and Italian navy both decided that a multi level wine store was very important on their BB's. Though to be fair, the Germans had their beer lockers inside the armor belts as well.

(I'll also note that this luncheon will not be the only time that the wine storage room is opened. I expect that after JB does her thing and is returning to port, that there will be a bottle of the good vintages uncorked to celebrate with)
Oh yes, there will be celebrations in time.

Aww, that;'s an adorable DD there.
Le Malin is adorable when she's not being frustratingly difficult to get out of bed.

Good for Ron holding his own here in the conversation. Point in his favor with the French Navy, I suspect.
They gave him points for taking the teasing well

And here it comes. Now someone is going to really have a sea trial~~.
Yes, they're having gunnery trials just a little bit early.

As a side note, the highlighted should be Triomphant, BTW.
Fixed, thank you.

Two CLs, six DDs. Either desperate or heavy. Well add in a BB looking for some 'range time' and....
Desperate, heavy or both. The Med, especially only a hundred or so miles from shore tops is not a place you want to be with when the enemy has supersonic jet aircraft and you don't. Yet there are reasons of course.

Good man, as Ron makes the correct choice here to come to their aid and accept the risks. Now he decides to lay his work, his love and skill on the line for his loves. In the words of the Marquis of Montrose:

'He either fears his fate too much
Or his deserts are small
That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all'.
Right now, Ron just validated his choice as Captain by Warspite and Duke ('Engage The Enemy More Closely' -- Admiral Nelson, 1805), and Jean Bart ('l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours l'audace!*' -- Danton, 1792). Because he gets their ethos of pride, élan, daring, courage, and victory at sea right down to his heart and soul and when the crisis comes, he's going to lead them into harm's way 'to win or lose it all'.

*Speech in response to an Austrian and Prussian invasion of France during the French Revolution. The translation of the full sentence the famous quote is taken from is: "To defeat them, Gentlemen, we need daring, more daring, always daring, and France is saved."
Yes, this was Ron's go or no go moment and as you say, he went. For a fourteen year old with nothing personal on the line like Harry has run into danger for, it was a hard choice but he made it. Just like any other hundreds of young sailors his age or younger did back in their days. He knows what that means and will continue to make those choices because it might not get any easier in time but you're better suited to making that choice.

And here we go.

Now we get to see exactly what those wind and heating runes on her boilers and the rest of the improvements are capable of when she goes to full emergency power and battle stations. As Jean Bart goes into harm's way for her loved ones and her country, I'll just quote the quintessence of her relationship with her beloved Captain with this from a different navy in a different war.

"This is going to be a fighting ship. I intend to go in harm's way, and anyone who doesn't want to go along had better get off right now." -- Commander Ernest E. Evans, October 27, 1943 during the commissioning of USS Johnston (DD-557)
Jean Bart and Johnston would certainly get along in the most part when/if they'd ever met. Especially the part about being a fighting ship. Right now Jean Bart is pushing 190-200k SHP and moving with all the power that implies and she has Ron's backing so it's going to stay that way.

Good, good man. He knows he's not capable of commanding her properly yet, but he wants to help her. Good tactical advice, although she knows it already with her more experienced Faerie command staff.
Yup. This is where desire and capability finally clash and fail for Ron so he does what he can and prepares to go below. Jean Bart certainly has some more experienced officers but its' a good check to hear Ron say it, since she only had a few years of active service and little time using said guns.

Well Ron. You're about to experience something that very very few lucky souls have experienced. She's giving you a moment that you will cherish for a lifetime (and will hold over her co-wives since SHE gets to claim his combat virginity) when she opens fire at your command.
Oh yes, like I said before this is something JB is NEVER EVER going to let go of and Warspite and Duke will always find it just a bit annoying that Ron's first guns were heard on a French ship. Though Jean Bart and Richelieu are (grudgingly in this case) admittedly some of the sort of French ships that kept the RN on its toes whenever they weren't otherwise hobbled by something.

Yeah, She's going to be taking fire once she opens up and wants him safe in her citadel when she does.
Yup. They're still about nine clicks out from the longest ranged hits ever, so she's got some time to play with and make them both happy.

Statement of love and faith right there., And she WILL win this battle for you.
Oh yes she will. While feeling much better about him being behind armor.

Good plan. They also might not have a clue that the Cavalry is coming and she plans to wreck shop.
They're just getting an idea right about now... since Jean Bart is just coming into radar range for them as well and has been guided in by the friendly escorts. Curvature of the earth vs height of your aerials can be a bitch like that.

Yeah, radar fire control and she's got good optics. Someone downrange is about to get the worst possible surprise (and instant browning of skirts).
Yeah. One fun thing never seen before, how much a real heavy caliber shell can do to a shipgirl sized target.

And here it is. Superb work ratcheting the tension up and showing the gravity of the scene as Ron goes into battle for the first time.
Thank you, glad it fit the situation.

Oh yes, You got her this far, Ron, She'll do the rest for you. And some Abyssal is about to have a very VERY bad day when the 380mm comes in out of nowhere with a very angry BB behind it.
Yup, time to let her head really go and you can see the aftermath. The Abyssals, not so much.

I love it! I really love it and I can't wait to see the rest of the fight.
Thanks! Looking forward to writing it, shouldn't be too long this time around.

Classic... Ron and Jean Bart both. Very nice and of course the Abyssals decide that raiding a convoy is a wonderful idea (that last was very sarcastic)
Thank you! And yes, they made a terrible choice this time around but their other ones weren't much better.

Looking forward to seeing the end result...and Richelieu's reaction to her sister's 'adventure'. :D
Haha, oh Richelieu will most definitely be involved in later snips.
 
Slowly coming awake, Harry's eyes fluttered open and he found himself smiling due to the warmth and comfort that surrounded him. Which was not hard for him to guess the cause of considering the night before and what had happened. And, as he looked around, the teen found that he was right about said cause, which was a cuddlepile.

To his amusement, he was laying on top of Miitake, who was cuddling him in her sleep with a happy smile on her face. Her arms were wrapped gently, but securely, around him and holding him close with his head pillowed on her chest. Off to one side, head on his shoulder, was Ishikari. The normally tsundere Battlecruiser softly smiling in her sleep as she clutched his arm to her chest. And on the opposite side, he could see Denryuu in a position that was a reflection of Ishikari's own, the Carrier also happily smiling in her sleep.

Of course, that left Ume and Sakura, both of whom were laying on top of Harry themselves, with Ishikari's and Denryuu's bodies bookending them.

Not for the first time in his life, Harry did wonder about how it was it was so comfortable cuddling like that in a cuddlepile. One would think that having two people on top of you who were larger and heavier would be uncomfortable. After all, neither Ume nor Sakura were petite girls compared to him. And both of them were a bit taller than he was as well.

Yet, somehow? It was both enjoyable and comfortable despite what one would think. More than once, the wizard wondered about that. But, as he always did in the end, he simply dismissed it as likely some form of magic. And one that he rather enjoyed as well.

Rather than focus on that, however, Harry just decided to enjoy the moment as the group laid in bed with one another, it still dim outside due to the Caldera wall blocking most of the rising Sun.

Eventually, however, the moment had to end and soon, he felt stirring both under and around him as the girls woke up. Seeing Ume and Sakura open their eyes at the same moment, Harry smiled at them, "Good morning, Ume-Chan, Sakura-Chan. Have a good sleep?"

Both girls nodded at that even as they hummed, "Hai, Harry-Chan, we have a very good sleep."

Leaning forward a little, Harry kissed them, which got him happy smiles, "That's good to hear."

Upon feeling a shift beside him, he turned to find a somewhat flustered Ishikari, who wouldn't meet his eyes, "Well, it was pretty nice, I guess. Though it isn't like I'm saying that to get a kiss or anything…" Chuckles escaping him, the wizard leaned over and gave her a kiss, which she returned happily before burying her face into his shoulders, "Wasn't asking for a kiss either…"

Grin on his face, the teenage boy fought back the urge to laugh, "I know."

Movement on his other side brought his attention to Denryuu, who looked at him with a happy smile and bright eyes before kissing him. As they pulled apart, she snuggled into his side some, "Would it be okay to just stay here for a little bit? Like this, I mean?" Placing her head on his shoulders the Carrier blushed a little, "It is kind of nice…"

A small blush on his cheeks, Harry nodded some, "Well… I'm not going to complain. Not since I love cuddling and, well, yeah."

When he glanced at the others, he noted that the Twins just smiled and nodded in agreement. Ishikari just huffed some and looked away, "W-well, I'm not about to say no, you know. I mean, not that cuddles aren't nice or anything, I don't really care…"

The body moving under him from giggles let Harry know that Miitake was also awake and fully aware even before she spoke up, "I don't mind, since this means more huggles!" Turning his head, Harry found her grinning down at him before it softened into a smile, "And I really like how this feels, you sleeping on top of me."

It took a bit of twisting to do so with Ume and Sakura on top of him, but Harry was able to kiss her which the genki Battlecruiser happily returned before they pulled apart. His next words caused her to flush some, "Well, it is pretty comfortable for me to be here."

More than a little flustered, the energetic shipgirl buried her face in his hair, though the wizard could feel her grin against his scalp, "Mm-hm."

However, as much as they enjoyed cuddling with one another in the bed (as well as kissing, something that they did a lot of), they did eventually have to get up. Sitting up in bed, Harry could not help but notice the various girls around him stretching some with various pops, hums, and soft groans coming from them as they did so. Of course, that also caused him to notice the sleeping clothes that they they were wearing. From the slightly loose sleeping Yukatas that the Twins were wearing, the button shirt that Denryuu wore that he had given her, the shirt and boy shorts combo for Ishikari… or the extra-large shirt that Miitake wore which stopped at her thighs and was red with a Gryffindor lion on it.

Needless to say, the teenage boy felt his cheeks grow hot.

Upon noticing how they had blushed some as well, he winced some before looking down, "Um, sorry about staring…"

Feeling the bed move, Harry looked up to find Denryuu there. Gentle look on her face, the Carrier moved until she was just over his lap before sitting down. Arms over his shoulders even as his hands go automatically to her hips, she smiled, "Harry-Chan, we're not angry." The already there blush on her cheeks deepen, "In fact… we liked it." Pausing for a moment, Denryuu gave him a shy smile, "I know that I like it."

When he glanced at her, Ishikari looked away, "Well, it isn't like she's wrong or anything. Since it's you and all…" Her cheeks reddened some as she glanced at him, "A-and, it isn't as if I mind or anything, what with how if I did, then I wouldn't wear this sort of thing around you…"

Sitting down on either side of him, Ume and Sakura smiled as they placed their hands on his arms, "Harry-Chan, we do not mind you looking. Partially because it is you that is the one doing the looking. But also because we know that we can trust you that you will not make us uncomfortable with both it and how you do it. That while you may enjoy it, you will only do it as long as we are okay with such. Hence… why we enjoy it as well."

Pout on her face, Miitake crossed her arms some and huffed, "Not fair… they already said most of what I was going to say…" Then, she smiled softly and shook her head as she tilted her head, "You've already seen us when we looked our worst, Harry-Chan, covered in rust and the like… and called us beautiful. So…" Her smile then became a grin as the Battlecruiser stretched her arms above her head, shirt riding up her thighs some as she arched her back which caused him to gulp a little, "We like it when you look at us when we're at our best, because… it makes us feel really good about things. That you enjoy seeing our hull lines."

Taking a deep breath, the wizard released it with a slow nod, "Thanks…" He then gave them all a slight grin with a small blush on his face, "And I do like seeing your hull lines."

Various smiles and small blushes met him at that before the girls got up off the bed which allowed Ishikari to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "And we kind of like seeing yours."

Miitake, too, did the same, but as she turned, she missed the mischievous look on Harry's face. What she didn't miss, however, was when his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back, with the Battlecruiser falling into his lap with a squeak, "Eep! H-Harry-Chan!?"

Of course, moments later, she began blushing as Harry pulled her close, nuzzling her shoulder blades, "Sorry, just figured that you would want to have some huggles."

Unknown to him, the normally genki Battlecruiser was blushing extremely hard with steam coming from her ears. Her engineers, meanwhile, were watching her steam pressure go through the roof with some worry even as they released it. Then, with shaking hands, Miitake placed hers over his and gently gripped them even as she brightly smiled, a tear in the corner of her eye, "Hai… I always want huggles."

From the corner of her eye, she noted her sister give her a small, happy nod before Ishikari continued to get ready for the day ahead.

After a few minutes, Harry took a deep breath before releasing it, "Ishikari-Chan?" He turned towards her from where he was still holding the happy Miitake in his lap, side of his face pressed between the Battlecruiser's shoulder blades, "You know how you mentioned that you liked seeing, um, my own hull lines?"

Lightly blushing at that reminder, the Tsundere shipgirl glanced at her curious sister before nodding, "Well, yeah, I guess we do. I-I mean, it isn't like they're not nice or anything… Geez… bringing that up…"

With a small shrug, Harry chuckled some and shook his head, "Well… it reminded me of something that came up when I was getting ready to become an Animagus. I mean… I kind of wondered and so did Mum if, due to how my biological Mum was a shipgirl, if I could become one as a kind of… shipgirl-magus, I guess."

That made the Twins blink some and giggle, "A shipgirl-magus, Harry-Chan? We don't think that such a thing is even possible."

Just chuckling, Harry grinned back at them, "Well, what is Impossible but something that a Potter hasn't done yet?" That got some giggles from the two former Hitobashira before he shrugged, "But yeah… we sort of wondered about it before I became one. There are tales of some wizards and witches becoming things like centaurs and the like after all."

Now considering the question, Ume and Sakura shared a look of deep thought. Denryuu, meanwhile, sat down next to where Miitake was and looked at Harry, "… Would you have minded much? Becoming a shipgirl, I mean."

Head tilting back, the teenage wizard hummed, "Well… actually, no. I mean… It would mean that I could sail with you all into battle, even as your Admiral after all. Be at your side no matter what…"

Much to his surprise, Miitake chose that moment to twist around and place her arms over his shoulders, holding him close. Then, gently, she kissed him before pulling back after nearly a minute with tears in her eyes, "You already are, Harry-Chan. At our side no matter what, I mean."

When he glanced around at the others, Harry lightly blushed as they nodded with looks of agreement, "Thanks." After a few seconds, he gave a shrug, "Though not sure what sort of shipgirl I would have been if possible."

Nearly immediately, Ishikari answered, "Battleship, you would have been a Battleship for sure."

In their heads they had the image of a female version of Harry who, like the male version, had messy hair. But if was messy of the sort that made one want to run their hands through it. As well, said "Battleship" was tall and powerfully built with large… fuel tanks, and what had to be eighteen inch guns. Not to mention being a "Fast" Battleship with the long, toned legs.

Biting her lip at the thought, Denryuu shook her head some and poked her fingers together, "U-um… maybe a Carrier instead? I-I mean, he is good at flying, so…"

Within their minds eyes, the rigging changed from that of a Battleship, to that of a Carrier, with Harry having an English Longbow in his/her hands. Mostly in a uniform that was green, including tights showing off their legs.

Of course, that was when the Twins spoke up, "Or possibly, a combination like the Re-Class since we know there were such worked on. Like the Strike Cruisers of the Americans…"

Yet again, the image changed, merging the previous two into one… and causing blushes to deepen as they each imagined the shipgirl version of the wizard pulling them into a tight embrace, faces coming close…

Bemused, Harry could only watch as their faces went deep red, steam coming from their ears before he shook his head, 'I wonder if they're really…'

However, after nearly a minute, Miitake shook her head some and turned back towards him with a small smile on her face, "Well… you would make a great shipgirl, Harry-Chan, but… I'm glad that you're you." Giggles escaping her, she pulled him into a hug that found his face smooshed into her chest as she grinned, "Because it is so much easier to huggle you like this!"

Unable to help himself, he just chuckled at that and held her close even as he enjoyed her scent, which also included steel, seawater, and cordite. Once he was able to pull away, Harry looked up at her and smiled before pulling her in for a kiss. A kiss which deepened for a few moments before they pulled apart, "Thanks, Miitake-Chan. And I like the fact that we can huggle like this."

Very slowly blinking as her mind rebooted, Miitake grinned widely, "So do I~"

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Pan hissing as he shifted frying mushrooms around, Harry hummed a little bit of a song as he cooked. Now in more normal clothes, mainly in the form of a sleeveless shirt and jeans, Ishikari leaned against the counter as she watched him work, "So you're making mushroom omelets?"

Glancing at her, Harry smiled a little bit, "Hai." Pausing for a moment, he glanced at the nearby plate which had chopped sausage and bacon on it, "Well, that and sausage and bacon omelets as well."

Only nodding at that, the Tsundere Battlecruiser looked at the others briefly before turning back to him, "I mean, it isn't a big deal or anything, but… well, how do you make them?" When he glanced at her, she flushed and looked away, "N-not that I really want to know or anything…"

Lips curling some, Harry gave her a nod as he fought back a chuckle, "Well, omelets are pretty good for breakfast as well as easy and quick compared to some things." He smiled as he tilted his head towards his side, "So, put on an apron and I'll show you how." Much to his amusement, Ishikari quickly did exactly that. Though to some surprise, as well as more amusement, she was joined by her sister, Denryuu, and the Twins. Lips twitching as he tried not to laugh, Harry still grinned a little, "You want to know as well?"

Thrusting her fist into the air, Miitake nodded, "Haaaai!" She then bounced a little on the balls of her feet, "Because this is both a way to spend time with you and to learn how to make some good food!"

Simply shaking his head at that, the wizard chuckled some and waited until they were all ready before he pulled the now cooked mushrooms off the burner, "Now, one of the big things to remember is that with omelets? There aren't really fillings that do go wrong with them. I know that some places use sweet foods, such as apples in them."

Head tilted to the side, Denryuu frowned a little bit, "I… don't know if I'd like one of those. I mean, it sounds odd?"

Just nodding at that, Harry gave her a quick smile as he reached for some eggs and a mixing bowl, "Hai, now, as I said, you can add a lot to an omelet depending on your taste. Something as simple as salt and pepper, or adding vegetables and meat. Now, to start off with… we need to whisk our eggs until they're nice and fluffy." Taking the egg, he cracked it over the rim of the metal mixing bowl, dropping the yolk and white into said bowl. After adding a few more, the teen took the egg beater and began to whisk the egg, "Now, some people will just do enough to mix the yolk and the whites, which is fine. But I go the extra mile."

Interested, Ume leaned over from the side she was on as she watched him rapidly whisk the egg with practiced ease. Part of her mused that she should have felt somewhat jealous, but she didn't because she knew Harry wasn't showing off. After a few minutes of whisking, she raised an eyebrow as the teenage boy slowed, "Hmm? You're done, Harry-Chan?"

A smile on his face, the wizard nodded, "Hai, want to know how I know that this will make a very fluffy egg?" Seeing the interested looks and nods, he dipped the egg beater into the beaten egg and pulled it as some threatened to drip off it, "Now watch…" After a few seconds, some drops of beaten egg from from the egg beater back into the rest of the egg as they others watched closely, "See how it takes a few moments for the droplets to merge with the rest of the egg? That tells you that the eggs are mixed fully and have enough air to make them especially fluffy."

Eyebrows raised, Ishikari glanced at Harry and got a nod as he handed her the whisk, which she dipped into the eggs and pulled out, watching some of the beaten eggs drip from it. Sure enough, for a moment or two, the drops sat on the surface of the egg before merging with the rest, "That… is pretty neat."

Chuckles escaping from him, Harry shot her a grin as she flushed a little, "Hai, it really is…" Gently placing the bowl to the side, he got the pan ready with some butter in it, "Back home, I use a cast iron pan for this, but… this will work well enough."

Once it was ready, the wizard lifted the bowl and poured some of the egg into the pan, which began to hiss. Before it really began to cook, he quickly grabbed some cut pieces of bacon, sausage, and mushrooms, dropping them into the egg along with a quick dash of salt and pepper. By the time he was done, Harry then took the spatula and folded the egg in half over what he had added, pressing down to more hisses.

Proceeding to flip the egg, he pressed down and continued to do this for a little while longer before sliding the now cooked omelet onto a plate, "And ta-daa! A bacon, sausage, and mushroom omelet, ready to be eaten!" At their wide eyes, he nodded at it, "Go ahead and have some."

Quickly grabbing a knife and fork, Miitake cut herself a piece and popped it into her mouth with a happy hum, "Mmm…" Then, she grinned and swallowed before hugging Harry some and kissing his cheek, "Delish~"

Lips twitching a little as the others each took a piece and nodded their agreement, Harry shook his head some and winked at them, "Let me just finish off the rest of the egg in the bowl and I'll help you make some yourselves, okay?"

That got him wide eyes and happy nods as they watched him continue to cook more omelets.

What followed was Harry taking each one of them and guiding them through the process. Often, he would press into their side, or reach around them to take their hands to help them learn the motions. Something that got blushes and smiles from the girls. Though part of the wizard had a suspicion that, at least in the case of Ume and Sakura, the two knew a lot about how to make one, they were just pretending not to.

It was a very happy group of one wizard, three shipgirls, and two Installations that sat down at the table to eat. As she happily dug into her omelet, which she had cooked with Harry's assistance, Miitake swallowed and smiled, "You know what makes this taste all the better?"

Swallowing her own bite, Ishikari blinked and looked over at her sister, "What? Huggles?"

Giggles escaping her, Miitake shook her head and pointed with her fork, "Not this time~" She then smiled and looked over at Harry, who blinked and flushed at her next words, "That we cooked this with you, Harry-Chan."

And, if anything, he became more bashful as the usually Tsundere Battlecruiser spoke up with a blush staining her cheeks, "I mean… I can't exactly deny that, I guess."

Looking down at the omelet on his own place, Harry chuckled a little, "I guess that's true…" He then shot them all a smile that caused them to be a bit flustered along with what he said next, "After all, cooking for people you care for, and with them, always makes food taste better."

Deep blush on her face, Ishikari looked away, "You don't have to say it like that, you know…"

Patting her lips clean of some crumbs, Sakura looked over at Harry, "Are you looking forward to the next few days, Harry-Chan?" When she saw him blink, she giggled a little even as she felt herself blush, "We are spending the weekend at the hot springs out on Hot Spring Island after all, remember?"

Upon remembering that fact, as well as how it meant that he would be spending the weekend with not just the girls around him, but Shinano and the others, Harry blushed, "Um, well… hai? I mean, I am really looking forward to it…"

Shy look on her own face, Denryuu gave him a nod, "So am I since, well… this is my first time to actual hot springs." There was a sparkle in her eyes as she turned towards him, "And I'm glad that the first time I go to one will be with you there."

Redness on his cheeks deepening, the wizard smiled back, "I'm happy to share that moment with you."

Not long after, they finished their breakfast, cleaned the dishes and the like, before sitting down on the back porch to let the food settle a bit. The fact that it also meant that they would get the chance to spend a bit more private time with Harry didn't even pass the minds of the girls. Not in the slightest.

Honest.
 
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Well, there's another food item from this story that I'll be adding to my list of food combinations that sound interesting to at least try.
 
Heh I think I know what several of his kids look like (three at least) and y'know I'm really glad I dialed the heat up on my feed tank and power feeds down on my reactor... Cause I now have even more caramel in my primary feed tank!! :rofl: :rofl: :lol: 🐺 cause that was purely sweet.
"Now, one of the big things to remember is that with omelets? There aren't really fillings that don't go wrong with them
Bolded should be a simple do, as in omelets there aren't really fillings that do go wrong. Another way of saying it is 'there aren't many fillings that go wrong in an omelet.'
 
It hit me that Vince would proably be in the Fitness community when he's older and would bulk up even further to enforce his strong guy image.

Vince with Death Stars for delts when?

 
(I said I was taking a mild leave of absence on SB's thread. Never said anything about here. *has just finished the campaign*)

One interesting thing. With this, Ron actually, technically, takes command of a warship, in open oceanic combat, first, long before Harry.
Technically Harry got it first with Regina, during the Maus/Ratte Factory fight against the Grendel, but that was on land.

There's going to be some....very....interesting politics involved with this once he gets back to shore. Most of them quite positive. A few, not so much (if only from the REMF pencilpushers and hardline politicians).

  1. He's not, technically, a member of the uniformed services yet. Merely a consultant with a fairly high security clearance. (on its own, this at best/worse, Neutral)
  2. Jean Bart obeyed his orders, even though he wasn't a member of the uniformed services. (this is very bad)
  3. He gave orders under the assumption and guidance that was to give aid/succor in the defense of both military and civilian lives at sea, while at risk to himself (big fucking HUGE positive)
  4. He stood his ground on the bridge, under fire, until either ordered off it, or the battle ended. (big fucking HUGE positive)
  5. He is English, offering aid to an allied nation, France, and potentially several other nation's due to their personnel & flagged vessels being part of the convoy. (moderate political positive. Globally)
  6. He overstepped Captain Charpentier, and so did Jean Bart, as the Captain technically is; A.) a member of the Marine Nationale, B.) a senior officer, even if on the wrong track. (this is very bad)
The three positives are going to be all over the media, especially if someone from the convoy gets him on camera helping aid anyone that was injured, even if its as minor as wrapping a repair fluid soaked bandage around a shipgirl's arm. The two bad things aren't exactly going to fall upon his head, but likely enough will fall on Charpentier & Jean Bart. Charpentier is likely to see his career go up in smoke* UNLESS Chirac personally actually steps in (see below). Yes, he directed his staff down below decks as none of them were trained to fight a warship, thus getting them out of the way WAS the best call, but he should (by the regs) have then gotten himself back up to the bridge and gave orders. Even IF said orders, were to tell her to 'Fight as you see fit' and THEN gotten the hell out of the way.

The one bit that won't get swept away, and simply cannot, is that Jean Bart took orders from someone who is not a member of the military (French or allied services). For Jean Bart, this is likely going to be a majorly bad issue. Harry & Regina can be brushed off as how she was ordered by her superior (Wanko) to act as Harry's bodyguard and take orders from him. Jean Bart....was not. Its not a mere slap on the wrist, although it'd be one she'd likely ignore outside of possibly having short term issues with a few personnel (not shipgirls, as they understand, soul deep, what it means for another shipgirl to declare someone their Captain or Admiral), such as the few remaining anti-shipgirl officers who are still around that are in the right positions to be irritating to her. But it would be a big mark against her, officially that is. In reality, she might just get 'dropped to the bottom of the promotions list' or busted a rank (the worst possibility, as no way in hell will they toss her when they just got her), with it most likely being the 'dropped to the bottom' while everyone shrugs it off since she 'was' just newly re-commissioned anyways, thus already WAS, technically, on the bottom of the list to be promoted.

Technically, Ron could also get in some really deep shit for this, as he has absolutely no business being on a warship's bridge during combat (exception: he knew things about her refit/rebuild that ONLY he knew, and hadn't had the proper time to explain them to her, thus was assisting), but the big No-No was him giving orders. Likely enough it'll be sidestepped entirely by the fact he was willing - without coercion - to stand on the bridge, calmly assisting Jean Bart while under fire, and then went on to offer aid that he personally could do with his own hands/blood/sweat/tears/etc, which right there and then marked him as someone whom might just get an offered a slot at the École navale, even if everyone knows he's going to Dartmouth. The fact it was even offered alone, will speak volumes to recruitment/placement staff at Dartmouth (anyone remember the rather funny/awe-inspiring omake about Ron, Neville, and Harry's letters of recommendation?) even before certain recommendations start flooding in.

However....

If Chirac gets involved and helps sweep this under the rug via backdating her commission as a line officer (remember, this whole event took place DURING her trials to even get re-commissioned) as coming into effect the moment she summoned her true hull, in which case, she can 'command herself' and most everything negative pretty much goes away. Including any problems Charpentier is likely to face.

Another possibility, if Jean Bart were to 'bend' a little (and Charpentier is a fast thinker), is that she 'thought she heard' Charpentier tell one of her spiritual crew/faeries - which in essence, instantly would reach her ears as if Charpentier was talking to her avatar (its previously been stated that ANYTHING said/done aboard a shipgirl who has summoned her hull, is made instantly aware to her avatar), that Charpentier ordered her to 'fight her ship'. Then give him a meaningful glance, at which point Charpentier likely 'admits' in that in the confusion of getting his men below decks aboard an unfamiliar hull, he 'did' give that order, but 'forgot' to write it on his report. Meanwhile Jean Bart 'admits' that she didn't put it in her logbook, an 'unfortunate clerical error', as she was 'under the then impression I was capable of commanding myself' or that 'It was given at a moment in which my attention was upon the enemy and I forgot to write it down'. Unless she & Charpentier are facing an asshole amongst assholes, Charpentier will get off with nothing more than a mild scowl, and Jean Bart with a very minor slap on the wrist.

If Charpentier is a bit slow....well....there might be a position suddenly opening at Passel House for a modern naval architect who is also becoming increasingly adept at understanding WWI - WWII hull designs. With a preference that they understand French due to the House also working on allied French designs and not solely on Royal Navy ones.

No matter what, Ron's part as mentioned above, is going to end up being a very large net positive for him down the line. Even if things aren't 'bent' a bit (Ron, wisely, should keep his mouth shut on the Charpentier issue...and might very well find himself with one VERY grateful allied higher ranking officer in the Marine Nationale come a few years time who'll remember the favor) during the debriefing following the battle. Anything slapped on Jean Bart will likely see her sneer at.

Although, since we haven't seen the battle proper yet, Jean Bart might think for a moment, look like she's concentrating, and suddenly an officer manifests next to Charpentier, and 'makes a suggestion to avoid any later questions & unpleasantness'. All Charpentier needs do is say: "My compliments to the ship, please ask her to fight as she sees fit". Which also, neatly, solves everything. Doesn't hurt that the current chapter, as currently written, doesn't need to be altered one single word.

*As a certain unfortunate, and very junior USN Lieutenant's ghost could tell you, it doesn't matter if you're on the wrong track or on the command track. If all other senior officers are unable to perform their duties, YOU are in command. And upon your head, rests the ship's fate.

Yes, this is all, effectively, nitpicking. Its just that it's one that anyone who is military, will likely roll their eyes at, or, potentially FAR more irritating to the authors, might suddenly show up months from now and start screaming about/hounding them about (*eyes recent events over at SB*). Better to nip it off immediately?
 
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Yes, this is all, effectively, nitpicking. Its just that it's one that anyone who is military, will likely roll their eyes at, or, potentially FAR more irritating to the authors, might suddenly show up months from now and start screaming about/hounding them about (*eyes recent events over at SB*). Better to nip it off immediately?
Now, I'm not calling into question your analysis here and in fact quite enjoyed it, especially the parts about Ron and what may or may not happen.

However, I want to add a point I think you may have missed/overlooked in your line of questioning.

Capitaine de Corvette (Lieutenant Commander) Jean Bart has already been given command of the "ship" Jean Bart and gone on multiple patrols with said "ship" though at a lesser rank. Then the "ship" went through a refit/reconstruction and she was brevet promoted to a proper rank of Capitain de Vaisseau (Captain) for an officer commanding that sort of ship, with the brevet pending full recommissioning. Would not her being officially in command of the "ship", regardless of what Charpentier's rank or station is override everything else? She is the commanding officer of said "ship" and could, in theory, even tell Chirac to go take a hike if he tried to order "her" ship around directly in combat. Not that it would be a great career move in most cases but the Captain fights his/her "ship" and barring any orders taking command away from Jean Bart, which of course there aren't, she's still the commanding officer and Charpentier is a guest/consultant on her "ship". With her taking "advice" from Ron at her own discretion.

At least I think that would be the case given my understanding of military protocol and please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
 
Of course, that was when the Twins spoke up, "Or possibly, a combination like the Re-Class since we know there were such worked on. Like the Strike Cruisers of the Americans…"
I think you mean flightdeck cruiser, as while some versions of the strike cruiser were combined with the sea control ship CVL, those proposals were dropped well before the CSGN project was cancelled.

Generally adorable snippet over all though, especially with the girls blushing over imagined shipgirl!Harrys.
 
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