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Ah, amusement, thank you for coming back.
Now I want to see how the rest of the Canadian Kanmusu reacts to the new base.
Now I want to see how the rest of the Canadian Kanmusu reacts to the new base.
It Always Starts With One... Right? [PA/Multicross/SI]
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Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
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The Brass always worries about bigger guns.
Resolute now has a title. *Achievement Noises*
Yes, I'm back. We'll see how long my attention lasts this time and then how long it'll be before I return again. I do intend to finish Kancolle at least before I pull another vanishing act though.
Darlin', compared to you, EVERYBODY is short and flat.
*Momboat intensifies*
Yet.
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
So true.
Mombote is best bote.
True.
Kancolle 010
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
Night, 3rd July 2016 -- Esquimalt Naval Base, British Columbia, Canada
Do I have the force? All signs point to no. Whether I simply don't have the midichlorians, the Force doesn't exist here, or maybe MSSB just isn't compatible with the Force I have no idea. The point is that after three hours of meditation I achieved absolutely nothing. No feelings, nothing that I knew I should have been able to do had been possible, which meant no force powers.
I rose from my kneeling position, clipping my lightsaber back where it belonged, and stretched. Sitting still for that long could make even a starship stiffen up. Flaring my engines I rose into the starlit sky and started heading for the base. It was late, and I really needed to set up my computer before I went to sleep.
7th July 2016 -- Esquimalt Naval Base, British Columbia, Canada
The next few days started much the same as the last several had. Wake up, get food, talk with Judy over the meal (is this her permanent assignment?), and maybe fuss over Huron when she came in. Apparently, she had been cleared for combat… She may have also informed everyone who healed her and I was dragged in the next day to finish bringing the rest of the destroyers back to healthy condition.
They are adorable, so cute~ I just want to cuddle them, and pat them on the head and give them ice cream and cuddle them and headpat th- Ahem, erm… Ignore that.
Still, they became regulars at most of my lunches and some of my dinners depending on when they were free from their various responsibilities. Speaking of responsibilities I've accrued a few myself. Like the thing I'm supposed to be doing rather than reminiscing. Target practice.
I examined the island that had been designated a naval firing range and the location where I had placed several large prefabricated buildings. Good news: Everything was leveled. Bad News: I wasn't necessarily because I was a good shot. My missiles and everything that I had installed without letting anyone know about fired exactly where I wanted with the absolute precision that only Progenitor tech was capable. The rest, however… Well, I suppose my faires just need a bit of practice… I hope no one liked that little island off to the side.
My radio crackled to life. "Better than last time Resolute." Came the cheerful voice of my instructor for this shipgirl orientation course.
I sighed. "I missed the island Washington." I replied, giving the swirling waves where the other miniature island had once been.
"Only a few shots." She said with that same cheerful tone. Honestly was she ever not smiling? Dignified battleship my fluffy butt. She was as bad as Huron at times.
"An island," I emphasized. It wasn't like I was shooting at starships anymore. A miss of a couple hundred feet could do a lot worse than drift off into the void. Like, kill poor innocent islands… Do islands have spirits? Did I just accidentally quash an is- Never mind that.
"Yes well. It happens." She chirped. "Now come on back. We're heading in for the day. You've got acclimatization in a half hour. I don't want Admiral O'Donald annoyed with me again."
I winced and turned for the base. I hated acclimatization training. It was the process by which a shipgirl was prepared for facing Abyssals in person. Pictures, video, lectures and even exposure to pieces of recovered abyssal metals. While my gunnery skill had improved over the last few days my ability to tolerate abyssal anything hadn't. The moment I turned my sensors on I tended to get ill and collapse unless I kept them really really limited. Like only that room limited. My teachers said I was making progress, but they had also admitted that I was taking longer than they had ever heard of before.
In the distance, well below me on the water, I spotted USS Washington already steaming for Esquimalt. The beautiful battleship had been assigned as my teacher in the art of being a shipgirl as a favour by the states. Payment, as it were, for extending the defensive line towards Seattle.
Her assistance had been helpful, teaching me some of the quirks that translating a ship into a human led to. Or her help after my next class… Acclimatization was a pain. Enough said.
I settled onto the dock just as Washington cruised up to the pier and stepped onto dry land, dismissing her rigging as she did so. "I hope you do better today than yesterday." She said aloud as I joined her.
I groaned. "Please don't remind me," I said.
She chuckled as we walked. "We all had our issues at first. Be glad you're not one of the first. At least they give you time to get used to it. Before they'd just throw us into battle. There weren't enough of us back then." She said.
"Might not be enough of us now," I replied. "No offense but you're a world war 2 battleship. As far as firepower and protection goes a single munificent could sink the entire Pacific fleet. A Gozanti is one thing, but if a proper warship shows up…" I trailled off. The implications were clear to both of us.
She nodded. "That time will come. Until then take your time. We can't panic over maybes." She patted me on the shoulder reassuringly. "And here we are." We had arrived at the building for my next class. "Have fun~" She said with a teasing lilt as she walked away. Evil evil old woman. Eeeevil I tell you. Don't believe her constant cheeriness.
I sighed, took off my hat and headed in to another day of soulrending training.
7th July 2016 -- Esquimalt Naval Base, British Columbia, Canada
I stumbled into the window booth of the mess hall a few hours later with all the energy of a particularly lethargic snake in winter. I didn't so much sit down as collapse in a fwumph of fur meeting leather.
"Acclimatization training again?" Judy asked as she wandered over. I just groaned at her and ignored her chuckle. "Everytime I see this from a shipgirl it makes me thankful I dodged that bullet." She said as she laid out the menu.
I halfheartedly glared at her as I flipped it open. My stomach growled loudly and my glare collapsed into an embarrassed blush. She snickered. "Right, food then?" She asked, holding up her pen and pad.
"Fish, chips, root beer." I said tartly, pulling myself into something resembling a sitting position.
She jotted it down before pocketing her notepad. "Joking aside you look like shit. Even the destroyers didn't look as bad as you do right now. You alright?" She asked.
I waved her off with a groan. "I'm tired, my brain feels like its been tendarized and I'm hungry. I probably look better than I'm feeling right now." I said giving her the first proper look all day. "Judy, are your boobs bigger?" I asked with far less tack than I normally practiced. I immediately blushed as what I'd said hit me.
She blinked at me for a moment before giving me a flat look. "Yeah, you're out of it." She said with a shake of her head. "And no, they aren't. I think the dress shrank in the wash a couple days ago. Bit tighter than it used to be." She adjusted the straps of the dress and I could pick up the nearly-inaudible creaking of the not-just-decorative button holding the front closed.
I hmmed and leaned back into the leather seat. My eyes closed as I tried to fight the blush. As I heard her turn and walk away I had to wonder why looking at her chest made me think of a ship's guns.
The fish and root beer were delicious when they arrived.
8th July 2016 -- Esquimalt Naval Base, British Columbia, Canada
I slept like the dead that night. Twice I slapped the snooze alarm before I was finally able to pull myself out of bed. Sitting up from bed I stretched, my tails unfolding around me like the petals of a flower. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and headed for the shower, my sleepwear disintegrating into nanites as I walked.
I glanced at the calendar by the door into the bath. 8th July was circled. Right… Today was going to be the first attempted deliberate summoning of shipgirls from the Galactic Republic.
One shower later I exited my apartment dressed in the clothing I was told I was required to wear to the summoning. The black double-breasted jacket and trousers were… clearly not intended for someone of my stature. At least they fit me, but even with tailoring it was clear that the only thing a double-breasted jacket did was emphasize my upper deck incredibly well. Oh well. Those idiots who walk into street lamps really only have themselves to blame. You shouldn't stare that much.
When I reached the mess hall I found a somewhat amusing scene. Huron, dressed in her own miniature dress uniform, was complaining quietly to Judy about having to wear it.
"Its regulation Huron, you'll just have to bear it." Judy was telling her… while pulling at her dress that seemed to be trying to ride up her hips. Hmm…. Did she always have that much displacement?
"Mine seems fine." I said brightly as I wandered over and gave the adorable destroyer a pat on the head. She seemed to melt and made a noise that sounded oddly like a purr crossed with a motorboat. I patted her on the head a couple more times before shuffling her over and taking a seat at the table.
"Most people don't have auto-tailoring build in." Judy sniped, tugging at her dress again.
I smiled and patted her on the cheek cheerily. "All you have to do is ask." I chirped, waving a tail menacingly towards her. Well to her dress, but given that she was in it I could understand the step backwards she took and the glare that followed.
"No touching. Just because all my dresses have shrunk doesn't mean you get to do any of your BS to my stuff." She said shaking a pen at me menacingly.
I shrugged and placed my order. "Crepes, apple, strawberry and peanut butter if you don't mind. Ten each… hmmm… and five bacon and egg wraps. Add some durasteel and beskar crumbles to that as well." I added as my engineers pointed out a deficiency in my stockpiles.
"Right, and Huron's already eaten. As have the other destroyers." Judy said.
"Really?" I glanced down at the adorable murderball cuddling one of my tails.
"You're late today." The waitress said blandly before leaving me to entertain the fluff obsessed destroyer. Not that I minded, Huron really was a sweety. Unlike those former american destroyers. They acted like barely contained murderballs of sweat, steel, and oil. Still adorable, but more in the way a heavily armed puppy is. If you consider a heavily armed puppy adorable. I've never actually seen one so I'm not entirely sure...
The slightly late breakfast was delivered by someone other than Judy. Apparently there had been a minor wardrobe malfunction when she had to reach across the counter. Which would explain the shouting I somehow managed to hear through the door about buttons in the soup. Rather impressive volume given how thick that door is. Hopefully she wasn't in too much trouble. Honestly I hope that the last week is unusual for her because her run of bad luck is rather ridiculous.
I ate quickly before shuffling Huron out the door and towards the summoning pool. The concrete building was down by the water and it was a ten minute walk to get there even for us. Twice I had to corral Huron as she tried to be distracted on the walk. I say tried because she was a terrible actor and picked the oddest things to go 'ooh' over and try to wander off only to be intercepted by a fluffy tail which would succeed in legitimately distracting her for a minute or so. If she wasn't adorable I might have been annoyed. As it was I just rolled my eyes and kept shepparding her.
We made it to the pool building and I passed the adorable, and pouting, destroyer off to the petty officer who had drawn the short straw for babysitting duty today before heading for Admiral O'Donald who was standing by the stage where a band was preparing to perform. I could hear the first few bars of the Republic Anthem being hesitantly tested by a few of them. I had only managed to supply a the proper version the day before last after I realized that no one actually knew the proper version. The original plan had been to play the music from the Rebels award scene at the end of A New Hope… However that wasn't the Republic Anthem. It was similar, but… well lost in translation was the best way to describe it.
"Sir." I said, saluting the Admiral as I approached.
He returned my salute and I stepped up beside him to watch the rest of the preparations. "Welcome Resolute. We're almost ready. Just waiting on the rest of the base to arrive." He said.
Beside him Tennsborough nodded. "I do hope we succeed. We've had another incident with a Gozanti. Out in the Atlantic this time I'm afraid." He said.
I blinked. "No one told me that." I said.
"You aren't cleared for combat." He said.
"He's right. You still aren't cleared." O'Donald said, "Besides they managed to down the damned thing."
Did they? I have to wonder how. "With respect Admiral I only have issues when I turn on my more advanced sensors. I can operate just find using my standard ones. The battle when I was summoned proved that." I protested.
"I know that, however the higher ups aren't inclined to risk you as of yet. Too much risk for too little gain they say." O'Donald said with a sigh.
That probably had to do with my promised tech sharing. They didn't want to risk me getting shot up when they wanted still hadn't gotten all of my goodies. Not that I was in danger from anything else that might have been at Malachor… one on one anyway. Unless there had been a Malevolence or two there that I had somehow missed.
I just hmmed irritably and examined the room. Sailors and soldiers were streaming into the room in their dress uniforms as they were shuffled into clean ranks. I had been asked to stand with the Admiral for today so I wouldn't be joining them for now.
I caught sight of Judy as she entered the room. She seemed slightly distressed as she walked in. I could see why, her dress uniform seemed a little… ill-fitting. Like it hadn't been tailored for her. Or had shrunk. Honestly how much of her clothes did she accidentally shrink? Or did the laundry accidentally swap her clothes with someone else?
One of the band's trumpets played a few bars of the anthem and I watched as she twitched and jumped like she had been spooked. My eyes narrowed as I watched. She seemed nervous and was twitching. Her spotlights scanning the room with the sort of paranoia normally reserved for active warzones. The chewing out the chef had given her must have really rattled her. I'd have to have words with him.
Eventually everyone had arrived and one of the lieutenants delivered the double checked list to the Admiral for him to sign off on. Excluding the perimeter guard and the skeleton crews on the ships everyone on base was in this room.
Just to be safe I prepared a shield system on the roof to be ready to activate at a nanosecond's notice.
The Admiral signed off on the list and sent the lieutenant to his post before stepping forward to the mic placed before him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, today we are gathered here to attempt another world first. The deliberate summoning of ships from beyond our world to aid our struggle against the foe who has taken so much from this world. Today we extend a hand into the beyond with a desperate plea for aid on our lips. I ask you, for the duration of today's attempt, to direct your entire focus into this enterprise. Never has our need been so great since the first days of this war. So please, let us do the impossible today and call forth defenders from the depths of history. So let us begin, with the Galactic Republic National Anthem."
The first cords began with a quick rise in tension that set the tone for the rest of the ceremony. Numerous patriotic songs from the Republic, provided by me, were played and several people gave heartfelt speeches beseeching their spirits to come to our aid. They were beautiful, though I felt they were a bit less spirited than Jessica's desperate plea. Personal opinion mind you.
We had entered the second hour our and were well on our way to a third when the lights flickered and a soft Ting Ting Ting rang out, blasting a breeze through the organized ranks of Sailors and Soldiers.
In the space of an eye blink seven figures had appeared floating above the pool. Three of them had the stature to rival myself, though one seemed… what was the word? Oh yes, Thicc. Even by battleship standards.
Another stood slightly apart and possessed a form to rival the larger wet water battleships while the remaining three who formed a line in the back had figures to rival Nagato. My sensors immediately pinged identifying the three as Arquintens-class. The one off to the side was a Hammerhead Frigate, and I recognized the Praetorian-class Battleship Dawn of Alderaan immediately. The other two however eluded me at the moment… The thicc one might be an Inexpungable-class, but the other… The sharp pointed hull suggested Sith origin or… My systems pinged a match. Interdictor-class, Old Republic era ship said to have as much firepower as an ISD despite being only six hundred meter's long. A testament to how much was lost in the intervening time between the Jedi Civil war and the Ruusan Reformation.
As the Inexpungable-class floated forward, clearly intending to introduce herself, a familiar voice loudly cut the air.
"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."
The entire room tracked to the ranks of Sailors where a tall statuescque woman wearing a revealingly cut Republic Officer's uniform, circa the Clone Wars, was standing with a very annoyed look on her face.My IFF pinged a response from her. BCV-7701 RNS Winter Venator-class Star Destroyer. My eyes told me the rest of the story.
Petty Officer Judy Wilson had just awoken as RNS Winter… I guess her clothes hadn't been shrinking after all.
Do I have the force? All signs point to no. Whether I simply don't have the midichlorians, the Force doesn't exist here, or maybe MSSB just isn't compatible with the Force I have no idea. The point is that after three hours of meditation I achieved absolutely nothing. No feelings, nothing that I knew I should have been able to do had been possible, which meant no force powers.
I rose from my kneeling position, clipping my lightsaber back where it belonged, and stretched. Sitting still for that long could make even a starship stiffen up. Flaring my engines I rose into the starlit sky and started heading for the base. It was late, and I really needed to set up my computer before I went to sleep.
7th July 2016 -- Esquimalt Naval Base, British Columbia, Canada
The next few days started much the same as the last several had. Wake up, get food, talk with Judy over the meal (is this her permanent assignment?), and maybe fuss over Huron when she came in. Apparently, she had been cleared for combat… She may have also informed everyone who healed her and I was dragged in the next day to finish bringing the rest of the destroyers back to healthy condition.
They are adorable, so cute~ I just want to cuddle them, and pat them on the head and give them ice cream and cuddle them and headpat th- Ahem, erm… Ignore that.
Still, they became regulars at most of my lunches and some of my dinners depending on when they were free from their various responsibilities. Speaking of responsibilities I've accrued a few myself. Like the thing I'm supposed to be doing rather than reminiscing. Target practice.
I examined the island that had been designated a naval firing range and the location where I had placed several large prefabricated buildings. Good news: Everything was leveled. Bad News: I wasn't necessarily because I was a good shot. My missiles and everything that I had installed without letting anyone know about fired exactly where I wanted with the absolute precision that only Progenitor tech was capable. The rest, however… Well, I suppose my faires just need a bit of practice… I hope no one liked that little island off to the side.
My radio crackled to life. "Better than last time Resolute." Came the cheerful voice of my instructor for this shipgirl orientation course.
I sighed. "I missed the island Washington." I replied, giving the swirling waves where the other miniature island had once been.
"Only a few shots." She said with that same cheerful tone. Honestly was she ever not smiling? Dignified battleship my fluffy butt. She was as bad as Huron at times.
"An island," I emphasized. It wasn't like I was shooting at starships anymore. A miss of a couple hundred feet could do a lot worse than drift off into the void. Like, kill poor innocent islands… Do islands have spirits? Did I just accidentally quash an is- Never mind that.
"Yes well. It happens." She chirped. "Now come on back. We're heading in for the day. You've got acclimatization in a half hour. I don't want Admiral O'Donald annoyed with me again."
I winced and turned for the base. I hated acclimatization training. It was the process by which a shipgirl was prepared for facing Abyssals in person. Pictures, video, lectures and even exposure to pieces of recovered abyssal metals. While my gunnery skill had improved over the last few days my ability to tolerate abyssal anything hadn't. The moment I turned my sensors on I tended to get ill and collapse unless I kept them really really limited. Like only that room limited. My teachers said I was making progress, but they had also admitted that I was taking longer than they had ever heard of before.
In the distance, well below me on the water, I spotted USS Washington already steaming for Esquimalt. The beautiful battleship had been assigned as my teacher in the art of being a shipgirl as a favour by the states. Payment, as it were, for extending the defensive line towards Seattle.
Her assistance had been helpful, teaching me some of the quirks that translating a ship into a human led to. Or her help after my next class… Acclimatization was a pain. Enough said.
I settled onto the dock just as Washington cruised up to the pier and stepped onto dry land, dismissing her rigging as she did so. "I hope you do better today than yesterday." She said aloud as I joined her.
I groaned. "Please don't remind me," I said.
She chuckled as we walked. "We all had our issues at first. Be glad you're not one of the first. At least they give you time to get used to it. Before they'd just throw us into battle. There weren't enough of us back then." She said.
"Might not be enough of us now," I replied. "No offense but you're a world war 2 battleship. As far as firepower and protection goes a single munificent could sink the entire Pacific fleet. A Gozanti is one thing, but if a proper warship shows up…" I trailled off. The implications were clear to both of us.
She nodded. "That time will come. Until then take your time. We can't panic over maybes." She patted me on the shoulder reassuringly. "And here we are." We had arrived at the building for my next class. "Have fun~" She said with a teasing lilt as she walked away. Evil evil old woman. Eeeevil I tell you. Don't believe her constant cheeriness.
I sighed, took off my hat and headed in to another day of soulrending training.
7th July 2016 -- Esquimalt Naval Base, British Columbia, Canada
I stumbled into the window booth of the mess hall a few hours later with all the energy of a particularly lethargic snake in winter. I didn't so much sit down as collapse in a fwumph of fur meeting leather.
"Acclimatization training again?" Judy asked as she wandered over. I just groaned at her and ignored her chuckle. "Everytime I see this from a shipgirl it makes me thankful I dodged that bullet." She said as she laid out the menu.
I halfheartedly glared at her as I flipped it open. My stomach growled loudly and my glare collapsed into an embarrassed blush. She snickered. "Right, food then?" She asked, holding up her pen and pad.
"Fish, chips, root beer." I said tartly, pulling myself into something resembling a sitting position.
She jotted it down before pocketing her notepad. "Joking aside you look like shit. Even the destroyers didn't look as bad as you do right now. You alright?" She asked.
I waved her off with a groan. "I'm tired, my brain feels like its been tendarized and I'm hungry. I probably look better than I'm feeling right now." I said giving her the first proper look all day. "Judy, are your boobs bigger?" I asked with far less tack than I normally practiced. I immediately blushed as what I'd said hit me.
She blinked at me for a moment before giving me a flat look. "Yeah, you're out of it." She said with a shake of her head. "And no, they aren't. I think the dress shrank in the wash a couple days ago. Bit tighter than it used to be." She adjusted the straps of the dress and I could pick up the nearly-inaudible creaking of the not-just-decorative button holding the front closed.
I hmmed and leaned back into the leather seat. My eyes closed as I tried to fight the blush. As I heard her turn and walk away I had to wonder why looking at her chest made me think of a ship's guns.
The fish and root beer were delicious when they arrived.
8th July 2016 -- Esquimalt Naval Base, British Columbia, Canada
I slept like the dead that night. Twice I slapped the snooze alarm before I was finally able to pull myself out of bed. Sitting up from bed I stretched, my tails unfolding around me like the petals of a flower. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and headed for the shower, my sleepwear disintegrating into nanites as I walked.
I glanced at the calendar by the door into the bath. 8th July was circled. Right… Today was going to be the first attempted deliberate summoning of shipgirls from the Galactic Republic.
One shower later I exited my apartment dressed in the clothing I was told I was required to wear to the summoning. The black double-breasted jacket and trousers were… clearly not intended for someone of my stature. At least they fit me, but even with tailoring it was clear that the only thing a double-breasted jacket did was emphasize my upper deck incredibly well. Oh well. Those idiots who walk into street lamps really only have themselves to blame. You shouldn't stare that much.
When I reached the mess hall I found a somewhat amusing scene. Huron, dressed in her own miniature dress uniform, was complaining quietly to Judy about having to wear it.
"Its regulation Huron, you'll just have to bear it." Judy was telling her… while pulling at her dress that seemed to be trying to ride up her hips. Hmm…. Did she always have that much displacement?
"Mine seems fine." I said brightly as I wandered over and gave the adorable destroyer a pat on the head. She seemed to melt and made a noise that sounded oddly like a purr crossed with a motorboat. I patted her on the head a couple more times before shuffling her over and taking a seat at the table.
"Most people don't have auto-tailoring build in." Judy sniped, tugging at her dress again.
I smiled and patted her on the cheek cheerily. "All you have to do is ask." I chirped, waving a tail menacingly towards her. Well to her dress, but given that she was in it I could understand the step backwards she took and the glare that followed.
"No touching. Just because all my dresses have shrunk doesn't mean you get to do any of your BS to my stuff." She said shaking a pen at me menacingly.
I shrugged and placed my order. "Crepes, apple, strawberry and peanut butter if you don't mind. Ten each… hmmm… and five bacon and egg wraps. Add some durasteel and beskar crumbles to that as well." I added as my engineers pointed out a deficiency in my stockpiles.
"Right, and Huron's already eaten. As have the other destroyers." Judy said.
"Really?" I glanced down at the adorable murderball cuddling one of my tails.
"You're late today." The waitress said blandly before leaving me to entertain the fluff obsessed destroyer. Not that I minded, Huron really was a sweety. Unlike those former american destroyers. They acted like barely contained murderballs of sweat, steel, and oil. Still adorable, but more in the way a heavily armed puppy is. If you consider a heavily armed puppy adorable. I've never actually seen one so I'm not entirely sure...
The slightly late breakfast was delivered by someone other than Judy. Apparently there had been a minor wardrobe malfunction when she had to reach across the counter. Which would explain the shouting I somehow managed to hear through the door about buttons in the soup. Rather impressive volume given how thick that door is. Hopefully she wasn't in too much trouble. Honestly I hope that the last week is unusual for her because her run of bad luck is rather ridiculous.
I ate quickly before shuffling Huron out the door and towards the summoning pool. The concrete building was down by the water and it was a ten minute walk to get there even for us. Twice I had to corral Huron as she tried to be distracted on the walk. I say tried because she was a terrible actor and picked the oddest things to go 'ooh' over and try to wander off only to be intercepted by a fluffy tail which would succeed in legitimately distracting her for a minute or so. If she wasn't adorable I might have been annoyed. As it was I just rolled my eyes and kept shepparding her.
We made it to the pool building and I passed the adorable, and pouting, destroyer off to the petty officer who had drawn the short straw for babysitting duty today before heading for Admiral O'Donald who was standing by the stage where a band was preparing to perform. I could hear the first few bars of the Republic Anthem being hesitantly tested by a few of them. I had only managed to supply a the proper version the day before last after I realized that no one actually knew the proper version. The original plan had been to play the music from the Rebels award scene at the end of A New Hope… However that wasn't the Republic Anthem. It was similar, but… well lost in translation was the best way to describe it.
"Sir." I said, saluting the Admiral as I approached.
He returned my salute and I stepped up beside him to watch the rest of the preparations. "Welcome Resolute. We're almost ready. Just waiting on the rest of the base to arrive." He said.
Beside him Tennsborough nodded. "I do hope we succeed. We've had another incident with a Gozanti. Out in the Atlantic this time I'm afraid." He said.
I blinked. "No one told me that." I said.
"You aren't cleared for combat." He said.
"He's right. You still aren't cleared." O'Donald said, "Besides they managed to down the damned thing."
Did they? I have to wonder how. "With respect Admiral I only have issues when I turn on my more advanced sensors. I can operate just find using my standard ones. The battle when I was summoned proved that." I protested.
"I know that, however the higher ups aren't inclined to risk you as of yet. Too much risk for too little gain they say." O'Donald said with a sigh.
That probably had to do with my promised tech sharing. They didn't want to risk me getting shot up when they wanted still hadn't gotten all of my goodies. Not that I was in danger from anything else that might have been at Malachor… one on one anyway. Unless there had been a Malevolence or two there that I had somehow missed.
I just hmmed irritably and examined the room. Sailors and soldiers were streaming into the room in their dress uniforms as they were shuffled into clean ranks. I had been asked to stand with the Admiral for today so I wouldn't be joining them for now.
I caught sight of Judy as she entered the room. She seemed slightly distressed as she walked in. I could see why, her dress uniform seemed a little… ill-fitting. Like it hadn't been tailored for her. Or had shrunk. Honestly how much of her clothes did she accidentally shrink? Or did the laundry accidentally swap her clothes with someone else?
One of the band's trumpets played a few bars of the anthem and I watched as she twitched and jumped like she had been spooked. My eyes narrowed as I watched. She seemed nervous and was twitching. Her spotlights scanning the room with the sort of paranoia normally reserved for active warzones. The chewing out the chef had given her must have really rattled her. I'd have to have words with him.
Eventually everyone had arrived and one of the lieutenants delivered the double checked list to the Admiral for him to sign off on. Excluding the perimeter guard and the skeleton crews on the ships everyone on base was in this room.
Just to be safe I prepared a shield system on the roof to be ready to activate at a nanosecond's notice.
The Admiral signed off on the list and sent the lieutenant to his post before stepping forward to the mic placed before him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, today we are gathered here to attempt another world first. The deliberate summoning of ships from beyond our world to aid our struggle against the foe who has taken so much from this world. Today we extend a hand into the beyond with a desperate plea for aid on our lips. I ask you, for the duration of today's attempt, to direct your entire focus into this enterprise. Never has our need been so great since the first days of this war. So please, let us do the impossible today and call forth defenders from the depths of history. So let us begin, with the Galactic Republic National Anthem."
The first cords began with a quick rise in tension that set the tone for the rest of the ceremony. Numerous patriotic songs from the Republic, provided by me, were played and several people gave heartfelt speeches beseeching their spirits to come to our aid. They were beautiful, though I felt they were a bit less spirited than Jessica's desperate plea. Personal opinion mind you.
We had entered the second hour our and were well on our way to a third when the lights flickered and a soft Ting Ting Ting rang out, blasting a breeze through the organized ranks of Sailors and Soldiers.
In the space of an eye blink seven figures had appeared floating above the pool. Three of them had the stature to rival myself, though one seemed… what was the word? Oh yes, Thicc. Even by battleship standards.
Another stood slightly apart and possessed a form to rival the larger wet water battleships while the remaining three who formed a line in the back had figures to rival Nagato. My sensors immediately pinged identifying the three as Arquintens-class. The one off to the side was a Hammerhead Frigate, and I recognized the Praetorian-class Battleship Dawn of Alderaan immediately. The other two however eluded me at the moment… The thicc one might be an Inexpungable-class, but the other… The sharp pointed hull suggested Sith origin or… My systems pinged a match. Interdictor-class, Old Republic era ship said to have as much firepower as an ISD despite being only six hundred meter's long. A testament to how much was lost in the intervening time between the Jedi Civil war and the Ruusan Reformation.
As the Inexpungable-class floated forward, clearly intending to introduce herself, a familiar voice loudly cut the air.
"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."
The entire room tracked to the ranks of Sailors where a tall statuescque woman wearing a revealingly cut Republic Officer's uniform, circa the Clone Wars, was standing with a very annoyed look on her face.My IFF pinged a response from her. BCV-7701 RNS Winter Venator-class Star Destroyer. My eyes told me the rest of the story.
Petty Officer Judy Wilson had just awoken as RNS Winter… I guess her clothes hadn't been shrinking after all.
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So that roll I needed earlier was to determine how many capital ships they would get other than Winter, erm Judy, Winter? Judy? Hm.... *Contemplative Kitsune*
PS: I had a list of 60 I then rolled for.
PS: I had a list of 60 I then rolled for.
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- Location
- North America
Glomp her now while yelling yay we're sisters now.
Suryn
On the wings of a Dragon
I for one am not surprised the petty officer became a ship girl, that was telegraphed very well in this chapter.
But damn that is a powerful force now showing up. Looks like the human side will soon be able to push back.
But damn that is a powerful force now showing up. Looks like the human side will soon be able to push back.
This is a thing? Star Wars has lost tech to? Is there anything the series doesn't have anymore?
Those movies, almost schizo-tech in how things are done, they have A LOT of lost tech/knowledge, Coruscant also has at least one massive under city, maybe more, yeah it's multiple stacked ecumonopli.
- Location
- Belfast
Yeah, Coruscant is kinda ridiculous in that parts of it haven't just collapsed yet, especially since it's well established fact that the deeper you go the worse it gets, both in terms of repairs and the sorts who live there.
It's also why it's so reliant on Agri Worlds, but good grief do I understand that after my last Stellaris playthrough. I had 2 supplying everything when the bloody Contingency dropped a hub in one of those systems...
If I hadn't managed to completely break the tech tree by that point (~40 recursions of +5% boosts make a huge difference
. 1.5K strength Corvettes with 120% Dodge chance are broken ), and had 61K stored up I might have had some problems right there...
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
So I don't get it. People are forcibly turned into warships? Is this a thing? Can they undo it? Because it looks like those who do aren't going to get much choice in whether they'll fight. It doesn't seem they can choose not to without being looked down on or reviled.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Ah no. It's more that Judy was a ship-girl all along, she just hadn't awoken as one until the ritual.
It's a theme that's popped up in a few Kantai fics.
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
Being Judy is suffering.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
She can share notes with Gale.
- Location
- United States
This sums up everything I find wrong with Kancolle right now.
I would be surprised if earth isn't a crater by the time you leave, any one of those ships could probably scour all life from the planet in a fight with other spaceship-girls in atmosphere...
We kinda know that they are adorable, cute, patable, sweet etc, etc... But it starts to be repetitive and annoying when its written at every point, but we see no other indication of why. And at points it just looks like an attempt to cram in words.
Something to look out for.
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
I tried to telegraph it. This was supposed to be a couple snips, but I just couldn't get them long enough sooooo
And yes it is a lot of firepower.
Thousand year + galactic war between the Republic and Jedi Vs the Sith. Eventually they had people fighting with spears because there weren't enough blasters to go around. Hell, there weren't enough weapons to go around period. Some places forgot how to build starships and only some places remembered what the fuck a hyperdrive was and how to make it.
Well....
This really. Kantai Collection is a bit iffy on what shipgirls are so most of what we 'know' is pure fandom. Also, this is basically a world war. Conscription is in effect.
That she can.
Resolute: Glomps for the Glomp Goddess! Hugs for the Hug Throne!Glooomp her! You know you want it! Let The Lewds flow trough you!
I have a list of ships and their names I spent 2 days coming up with. that 1d6 I asked for a while back was to determine how many ships they would get other than Winter and the Arquintens. I rolled 4D60s to determine what they'd get. The list included everything from Corvettes to battleships.
Ehhh, not really? There's collateral sure, but turbolasers aren't that powerful. You only depopulate the planet under a sustained bombardment. And even then it doesn't work most of the time.
I'll see about cutting back if it's getting annoying.
Looks like somebody has been taking lessons from mister number 8 ball... Or Obi-Quite
Well... Darn. Still, at least you've got a nifty LIGHTSABER out of it. Maybe only dedicated Jedi ships can use the force?
Is now!
Yessss... Stretch out with the mombote, you know it to be true...
*Ahem* "Bad News: It wasn't..."
And the Island was where several of the local military stills were.
Only to be expected when you can see just how wrong Abyssals are in greater detail than anybody else.
*HRNG*
That is something everybody who hears that story is going to regret not seeing.
Oh, poor Judy
*Looks up*
Yeah, that was kinda obvious...
Grounders10
Nine-Tailed Kitsune
- Location
- British Columbia, Canada, Mars
It was meant to be. Resolute just was just tired or distracted most of the time so it didn't click.
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
Personally it seems pretty iffy to me, mostly because she doesn't seem all too happy with having to deal with ships in the first place, givem they seemed to be causing her consternation. Now she's become one its basically saying she'll become the very problem that was bothering her and she doesn't have a choice in the matter. She'll be cor ed to fight because she's a ship, and she'll be just like the others, all moe cutsie troublemaking.
Basically it looks to be a terrible thing for her she didn't enjoy it, didn't want it, and can't be undone. To be honest its a little depressing because in the only other fic that had a ship not want to serve or fight it ended with the protagonist giving up and being pressganged and treating that like a happy ending, and it seems like this won't end well for Judy either. Not to mention it looks rather like Resolute forced the change on Judy.
Aeir/Number III
Unsustainable Gloom Engine
- Location
- America
Disregarding that it's far from unreasonable to decide to fight when your home gets bombed out and you can do something about it, on a provisional basis as opposed to full-time, spending most of your base time in R&D... where are you seeing any indications Resolute had any control over the process?
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
I'm not saying Resolute did it on purpose, but it certainly looks like she's responsible for doing it to her, given that she had no indications of being a shipgirl until some time around Resolute as spent. If she WAS one all along it seems like it would have been noticed in an occupation that is in constant contact with them. Plus it doesn't seem fair that she should be expected to fight, or that her not wanting to is impossible or illogical.
Aeir/Number III
Unsustainable Gloom Engine
- Location
- America
Hm. Well, I wouldn't blame Resolute for something she couldn't have anticipated. As for the fighting... For starters, she is a soldier on a military base. She did sign up to fight, and it's not like you can conscript someone who's already in your chain of command. But that aside, it hasn't come up one way or another in-story if she'll be pressured, or if she'll even need to be pressured given, like I said before, she enlisted on her own before.
It's a bit different from a random civilian becoming a kanmusu, I believe.
That aside, 'fair' goes out the window pretty quickly in a war for survival. It's not fair to the hundreds the Abyssals bombed that a bunch of wraiths with a hate-boner for mankind crawled out of the sea to punish them for past sins they had no personal hand in, just as it's not fair that there are normal humans who surely want to act more directly to defeat them, but will never get the chance, just as it's not fair to want to avoid the fighting and been given the ability - and therefore implied obligation - to contribute to the front.
When was war supposed to be fair, again?