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Like "Taigei meets Sammy B."?
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No bully Whale Mum
No bully, more like they become friends. Just imagine...
I said nothing about Sammy B. bullying Taigei.
I'm actually surprised they didn't get the reference to fighting like a cruiser. IIRC the Japanese records for the engagement was that they were fighting light and heavy cruisers protecting carriers. Of course she fought even harder than cruisersSo.
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Sammy's lines are all translated.
Very close with Gambi, as expected. Greets Choukai and seems to be on good terms with her too.
Likes coffee; breakfast is bacon and eggs, dinner is hamburger.
Her night battle attack line.I'm actually surprised they didn't get the reference to fighting like a cruiser. IIRC the Japanese records for the engagement was that they were fighting light and heavy cruisers protecting carriers. Of course she fought even harder than cruisers
Well, if I fight like a heavy cruiser... no, that's not enough! I'll fight as hard as a battleship!
No it's more that the guys writing the trivia/notes on the line didn't catch that reference in the Night Battle Attack line. They tend to be rather on the ball.
IIRC the Japanese records for the engagement was that they were fighting light and heavy cruisers protecting carriers.
It's also profile. The Fletcher, Rudderow, and John C. Butler classes all had flush-deck hulls quite unlike any contemporary destroyers, which all or almost all had raised forecastles.On one side they might have believed it was light cruisers / heavy cruisers by the sheer amount of (relatively small-caliber) ordnance flying their way.
On the other side, it might be a case of "Oh crap if anyone ever finds out we had so much difficulty against destroyers and DEs we'll never live it down."
On one side they might have believed it was light cruisers / heavy cruisers by the sheer amount of (relatively small-caliber) ordnance flying their way.
On the other side, it might be a case of "Oh crap if anyone ever finds out we had so much difficulty against destroyers and DEs we'll never live it down."
Careful What You Wish For
Yamato face plant in the dock groaning, feeling more like a wet noddle then the super heavy battleship she was. She just got done doing her twelfth escort mission that month and she was worn out.
"Another operation successively complete! Well done everyone!"
And then there was this bitch, Yamato thought as she turn her head just enough to glare at Iowa. Who was in her honest opinion was far too cheerful after several days out at sea.
"Mehaga," was her replied into the dirt at the US fast battleship.
"Oh don't be like that Yam-yams," Iowa said squatting by her.
"Can I go back to being a Hotel?" Yamato muttered as she pull her face up some more. "I have done more miles in the past month then I have in four years during the War. My feet are killing me..."
"And this was a slow month," Iowa said cheerfully her star pupil eyes shined with amusement.
"All my hate." Yamato said as her face slap back into the dirt. As she did a fairy wearing over all pop out and wave a clip board at her.
"Desu, desu, desu!" the fairy said at her causing Yamato to look at it before groaning.
"Correction, I've done four time the miles in the past month then I had did in the war," the Japanese battleship groan out. A grumbling rumble sent birds aloft, "And I am so fucking hungry..."
"Psst," Iowa said as she began to rub Yamato back much to her pleasure working out the kinks. "I done more then that during Korea. And its a good thing that I still have more then enough fuel to get you to the baths," she said moving to help bring her fellow battleship to her feet, in doing so caused attention to be brought to her ample fuel tanks.
"Fuck you," was part of Yamato reply. The other part was a red eye glare that was know to send certain ultanationalists fucks running screaming for their mothers.
As such it bounced off the bouncing cheerful exterior that was Iowa unnoticed.
"Come on," the Fast battleship said after a moment grabbing Yamato's armed, "Elly Loop!" Iowa said pulling Yamato up to her feet before resting the Japanese battleship arm on her shoulders. "Come on Yamato, lets get some food into ya. And look on the bright side! At least you not with Shinano being trained by Midway."
"Theres that..." Yamato said wincing with each step, "I hope she during well. She so young and already had her first major refit..."
"She be fine," Iowa reassured her friend, "She with one of the most experience carriers in the world... Now if it was with Enterprise....."
Meanwhile in San Diego...
"You have done well my young apprentice," Midway said to her charge Shinano, "You have done well in the arts of the Strike Carrier."
"Thank you Midway!" the young Yamato carrier conversion said tiredly but with cheer. Say what you want about Midway, she maybe a joker but was a demanding instructor.
"You have but one more test before you training is complete," Midway said grinning as the Japanese carrier fist pump in celebration. The poor thing didn't know what was going to happen. The first armored United States Navy carrier continued, "It is the art of taking hits, the ability to keep fighting after the enemy has spent it's load on you and thinks you dead. The all important skill of Damage Control."
One could hear the smile of complete happiness spread on Shinano face. This was something she was always looking to improved. And the US had the best damage control out there.
"Now I know you want to improve greatly on this considering..." Midway trailed off as Shinino winced. "As such I called in a few favors so that the master, who skills in Damage Control is so great that I am a mere student compare to her, will come."
At that the door to the class room they met in got kicked in.
"GUESS WHO BITCHES!" Said the figure as she stepped in. "SO I HEAR THAT YOU WANTED TO LEARN DAMAGE CONTROL?"
It was Legend that held the line long enough for the US to bring its ridiculous industry to bear on its enemies in the Last Great War.
The most decorated ship in the United States Navy and veteran of many battles.
The one known as the Galloping Grey Ghost.
She who was consider sunk several times only to return for more.
Enterprise, CV-6.
"Mommy," Shinano whimpered.
"First lesson, the best damage control is not to be hit. So..." Enterprise said before grinning, "DODGE!"
"AHHH!"
"SHIT! I'M NOT THE STUDENT ENTERPRISE! OUCH! NOT THIS AGAIN! FUCKING HELL THAT HURT-OH SHIT!"
"Ow, True, Ow," Yamato said leaning against Iowa.
"Eyup," Iowa said before looking at Yamato swollen feet, "Come on lets gets you to the decks, I bring you some food while you there."
"Thanks Iowa."
"Welcome Yamato."
I have no Idea where the fuck this came from but I liked it to much not to write it in the past hour or so.
An interesting idea that came up while working on my quest's very delayed update: (why is everything burning)
Illustrious had very bad luck: three hangar fires before 1943, losing 12 plus 21 wounded in a friendly fire incident with Indomitable or King George V, and sailing for permanent repairs many times.
Thus, Spontaneous Illustrious Combustion, at least until Kai comes around. If the quest was crackier, I'd be tempted to fit that in, but alas, I'm trying to be at least somewhat serious.
Ehh, this is the part that irks me the most. Ships are always, always, ALWAYS female (except in Russia, where they are "it"), and this feels a little bit like Kant-O-Celle. The rest of it is fine, it's just the idea of male ships that irks me.the SI will not be the only male ship, I do plan to have others.
*Bismark bops Bismarck's captain*