- Location
- Barcelona, Catalunya, EU (for now)
Kantai Collection - Fanfic Idea and Recs
- Thread starter sasahara17
- Start date
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Sammy is adorable, Yamato is lovely, and Amagiri is just plain badass. I love it.
WarpObscura
Sleepy Big Stick
- Location
- A dot at the edge of continental Asia.
No bully Whale Mum
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
No bully, more like they become friends. Just imagine...
Sammy walking in front of Taigei with her arms spread out saying no one is going to hit her this time. With a confused Taigei having question marks above her head.
- Location
- Barcelona, Catalunya, EU (for now)
I said nothing about Sammy B. bullying Taigei.
First thing that came to mind was Sammy B. getting overprotective of Taigei because "not hurting any more whales again".
Or it could be that Taigei bullies herself on Sammy's presence, without the DE even realizing it, kind of like Katori and Iowa.
ARBITRACOM
Sic transit gloria mundi
Whale sighting confirmed in the wild.
ARBITRACOM
Sic transit gloria mundi
So.
Samuel B. Roberts - Kancolle Wiki
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.
Samuel B. Roberts - Kancolle Wiki
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.
Zelinko
Ordinary Magician
- Location
- Forest of Magic
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
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
Zelinko
Ordinary Magician
- Location
- Forest of Magic
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.
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."
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
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.
The flush deck, meanwhile, was more a feature of cruisers - particularly the Cleveland and Brooklyn classes the Japanese fought up and down the Solomons.
- Location
- Canada
I see Kiyoshimo has a new friend.
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
That second bit is more likely. The Japanese military was not very forgiving of tactical mistakes when making a different decision might have yielded much better results.
The initial reports might have indicated cruisers, but it certainly would not have taken long for the Japanese task force to realize that the ships charging them were not cruisers.
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.
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.
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Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
Nice little short there! If you decide to improve it, you have a lot of verb tense errors.
- Location
- Central Standard Time
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.
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.
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
So, there's a shipgirl who gets hot flashes?
Well, you know what they say; 'they can't catch you if you're on fire'.
So there have been a number of Kancolle self insert fics, and most of them are fairly well written, but almost all of them leave me with a question at the end. Why is this a self-insert? What does their character bring to the table aside from being another ship in the war.
So I thought about it, and decided to try my hand at something.
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Summoning Ships
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"Grandma, I'm home!" I called as I entered the house.
A black-haired woman ducked her head out of a doorway. "I'm glad you're home," She answered, "I could use some help with dinner." She withdrew her head.
"Sure thing, granny!" I called as I took off my shoes and put on some slippers.
"What have I told you about calling me granny!" the woman grumbled from the kitchen as I joined her.
"Always do it," I replied easily, "It makes you feel young." I stuck my tongue out at her, "Great-grandmother."
"I was only 44 when you were born!" she protested as she pulled two giant fish, larger than my torso, from the defrosting shelf with ease.
"45," I corrected cheekily, setting the cutting knives on the spacious counter, "5 days don't make that much of a difference, granny!"
"Only for youngsters who don't respect their elders!" She countered, a happy twinkle in her eyes. She expertly laid down both fish in one motion.
"Ah," I gave a dismissive wave, as I began descaling one of the fish, "I've got plenty of respect for you. I just move at a faster pace."
"Seems like everybody from my daughters on down want me to be faster." She snorted, then cut the head off of her fish with a heavy thunk sound, "I say bah! I'm just fine the way I am."
"A museum piece?"
"I like teaching!" she countered, "And it's not like you don't like learning," she placed on hand on her hip as she turned towards me, "You've gone back to school often enough for that."
I blushed, "I'd be more suspicious if I didn't attend school, and you know it, granny!"
"Yes, so you have told me," she agreed breezily, "Their standards really have changed since I was young." She moved to the other side of the kitchen, where four rice cookers were lined up. "Why don't you do your homework, dinner should be ready by the time you are done. I can look it over after dinner."
"You and I both know it'll all be right the first time," I grumbled, "And don't you dare touch my English homework!"
"My English is perfect," She countered instantly, "I was born in England!"
"And this is Okinawa," I pointed out, "They want American English, not britspeak." I walked out and began walking to my bedroom.
"It is not Britspeak!" she called out to the hallway in mock outrage, "It is the queen's proper English."
"So you've told me," I agreed, pulling my bag along, "But I'm still going to go with what the teachers want. I'd rather not fail, thank you very much."
"Dinner should only be fifteen minutes, Hawaii," She called out, "Think you'll be finished in time?"
I rolled my eyes, "Don't doubt me, Mikasa!"
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Five Years Earlier
I resisted the urge to cringe or tug on my stolen clothes as I walked by a police officer near the entrance of the park. For most of the world, I looked like a normal, if very tanned, early teen in ill-fitting clothing, but if someone tried a medical examination, they would be very surprised.
If someone listened with a stethoscope, they wouldn't hear a heartbeat, but turbines spinning and the pitter patter of feet on a metal surface. If they tried to draw blood, they'd instead get bunker fuel. If they tried using a reflex hammer, odds were the hammer would break before they actually got a reaction. All of which my crew assure me is perfectly normal… For a ship.
"Hey!"
No, I wasn't complaining about you guys. You're lifesavers, literally.
"Hey."
Some might wonder how I could look like a teenaged human and be a ship at the same time. I'd refer such people to Kantai Collection… Even if none of the ships depicted there were male, I had suddenly become like one of them, the personification of a warship. Human in form, but with all the power of a ship meant for combat underneath just waiting to be called forth.
I was a ship, complete with a crew, in the form of cute mini-people only a few centimeters tall, each dedicated to keeping me alive and seeming content to stay below decks unless needed. And I did need them, surprisingly, most security systems aren't designed to detect people the size of a normal human's thumb, so the little guys could get into stores after-hours and take what I needed without getting caught.
Of course, if you're familiar with Kancolle, you'd be wondering why exactly I'd need to steal things, rather than having my needs met by a naval base or something along those lines. There's an easy answer to that question, there are no shipgirl bases, the people of this world have no clue what a ship girl is, and I think I'd like it to stay that way.
This world has no Abyssals, the Kantai enemy faction, so there's no reason for them to need ship-people like myself. If a human government got super-human soldiers without having an enemy which actually required them it could cause a disaster. That is, if other ships actually had spirits and I'm not unique in this world.
Which brought me to this park, staring at the giant, grey, metallic mass in front of me. I stared at the stairs leading to the tarp covered deck. I gingerly took each steep, before hesitating at the top. If ships were really alive, would she apricate having another ship walk her decks? I looked around, the few people around hadn't noticed my hesitation. I looked at my raised foot, poised to set foot on the deck. If this ship did have a spirit, then what right did I have to disturb her? My curiosity really wasn't reason enough.
"You know, you're not going to get anywhere without taking that first step."
I looked up and froze.
She was standing there, a stately Japanese woman in a white dress uniform, with grey hair going to her shoulders, and an officers cap on top. I could practically feel the power of her history just from being near her.
"Mikasa-sama, E kala mai iaʻu."
The woman just looked at me, confusion in her eyes.
I resisted the urge to hit myself, I hadn't spoken either Japanese or Hawaiian before I had woken up in this world, but my new knowledge of them tended to blend together when I was stressed.
I bowed, and spoke again, this time making sure to speak the correct language. "Forgive me Mikasa-sama. I was not expecting you to greet me and my language skills slipped."
"That's fine," She just waved my apology off. "I wasn't expecting to greet another ship today either." She gave me a long look. "In fact, I don't think I ever expected to meet a ship like this. Who are you, and how can you leave your hull?"
I looked around, still nobody had noticed me, but it probably wasn't a good idea to talk about this here, a couple with a kid were walking up the steps behind us. "I will be happy to answer any of your questions. But I think we should get somewhere private first."
Mikasa looked around, seemingly noticing the people for the first time. She frowned. "They can see you?"
"Yes, they can see me, Mikasa-sama." I agreed, careful to keep my voice soft, "So I'd appreciate it if we could do this in private."
"Fine," She rolled her eyes, before grabbing my hand and pulling me forward. I nearly tripped as I crossed the threshold onto her deck. "Huh," her eyes were twinkling, as she released my hand, "I wasn't really expecting to be able to touch you." She grinned, before walking to one of the doors to her interior. "This way."
I followed her through the hallways, by signs and displays and exhibits that decorated the interior, before we reached a door with a sign saying no entry. Mikasa ignored the sign and walked straight through.
I resisted the urge to facepalm, before carefully looking around. Failing to notice anyone, I carefully opened the door, stepped through and closed it as quietly as I could, before glaring at the ship spirit before me. "Mikasa-sama, I know you're used to being invisible, but try to keep in mind that I'm not."
"Bah," Mikasa waved her hand dismissively, "It's my hull, I have the right to bring someone anywhere I want." She turned her gaze to me and the humor dropped. "Now that we are alone, care to tell me who and what you are."
Instead of immediately answering, I focused inwardly.
In a flash of light my clothing changed. I was no longer wearing borrowed clothing, but instead a modified American sailor's uniform, two large metal struts with triple 12-inch turrets on the end were attached to a funnel-like arrangement which had a ship's superstructure on my back. In my hands I held a miniaturized turret with three guns, around my neck was a chain of flowers, six of which had miniature double five-inch turrets in them, and my shoes had become metal platform boots with tiny rudders affixed to the heel.
"I am the personification of Hawaii, CB-3," I explained to the stunned woman in front of me, "Third of the Alaska-class Large Cruisers. I woke up like this about a hundred miles off the Japanese coast nearly a month ago." I reached up and slotted my hand-held turret into the rigging attached to my back. "As far as I can tell, I have all the capabilities of my ship-self, but in a human-sized package."
"That…" Mikasa shook her head, "That is…" My heart dropped, before she pumped her fist and shouted, "AMAZING!"
She grabbed my hands and started talking really, really fast in English. "How did you do that? Can I do that? No, wait, you're a ship, I'm a ship, of course I can do that! How can I do that? Teach me!"
Her babbling was completely at odds with the mostly serious façade she had had up until that point, and it was my turn to be stunned into silence.
"Wait, you said you woke up this way," she continued, "Will I wake up that way? Oh, I can't wait, I want to try tea, and biscuits and seeing what the world's like today. I can't wait!"
"Uhhh," was my very intelligent response.
---
The basic idea is that my SI is not only a ship, but the first one summoned long before the Abyssal War starts. One day he wakes up in peaceful waters off of Japan, with a bunch of powers and knowledge which only make sense if he had become a Kancolle ship. But upon entering civilization find that there are no shipgirls and no abyssals. Dreading that he's crazy, he sets out to find out if other ships also have spirits which leads him to the museum ship Mikasa, whom he eventually summons. Years later isolated ships start disappearing across the worlds oceans. Eventually more and more ships are being lost, and then the Abyssals attack. The SI and Mikasa are the only ones who can repel the initial attack, and the SI is the only one who has the knowledge on how to summon shipgirls to create a fleet to repel the attacks around the world. And no, if I continue this idea, the SI will not be the only male ship, I do plan to have others.
So I thought about it, and decided to try my hand at something.
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Summoning Ships
---
"Grandma, I'm home!" I called as I entered the house.
A black-haired woman ducked her head out of a doorway. "I'm glad you're home," She answered, "I could use some help with dinner." She withdrew her head.
"Sure thing, granny!" I called as I took off my shoes and put on some slippers.
"What have I told you about calling me granny!" the woman grumbled from the kitchen as I joined her.
"Always do it," I replied easily, "It makes you feel young." I stuck my tongue out at her, "Great-grandmother."
"I was only 44 when you were born!" she protested as she pulled two giant fish, larger than my torso, from the defrosting shelf with ease.
"45," I corrected cheekily, setting the cutting knives on the spacious counter, "5 days don't make that much of a difference, granny!"
"Only for youngsters who don't respect their elders!" She countered, a happy twinkle in her eyes. She expertly laid down both fish in one motion.
"Ah," I gave a dismissive wave, as I began descaling one of the fish, "I've got plenty of respect for you. I just move at a faster pace."
"Seems like everybody from my daughters on down want me to be faster." She snorted, then cut the head off of her fish with a heavy thunk sound, "I say bah! I'm just fine the way I am."
"A museum piece?"
"I like teaching!" she countered, "And it's not like you don't like learning," she placed on hand on her hip as she turned towards me, "You've gone back to school often enough for that."
I blushed, "I'd be more suspicious if I didn't attend school, and you know it, granny!"
"Yes, so you have told me," she agreed breezily, "Their standards really have changed since I was young." She moved to the other side of the kitchen, where four rice cookers were lined up. "Why don't you do your homework, dinner should be ready by the time you are done. I can look it over after dinner."
"You and I both know it'll all be right the first time," I grumbled, "And don't you dare touch my English homework!"
"My English is perfect," She countered instantly, "I was born in England!"
"And this is Okinawa," I pointed out, "They want American English, not britspeak." I walked out and began walking to my bedroom.
"It is not Britspeak!" she called out to the hallway in mock outrage, "It is the queen's proper English."
"So you've told me," I agreed, pulling my bag along, "But I'm still going to go with what the teachers want. I'd rather not fail, thank you very much."
"Dinner should only be fifteen minutes, Hawaii," She called out, "Think you'll be finished in time?"
I rolled my eyes, "Don't doubt me, Mikasa!"
---
Five Years Earlier
I resisted the urge to cringe or tug on my stolen clothes as I walked by a police officer near the entrance of the park. For most of the world, I looked like a normal, if very tanned, early teen in ill-fitting clothing, but if someone tried a medical examination, they would be very surprised.
If someone listened with a stethoscope, they wouldn't hear a heartbeat, but turbines spinning and the pitter patter of feet on a metal surface. If they tried to draw blood, they'd instead get bunker fuel. If they tried using a reflex hammer, odds were the hammer would break before they actually got a reaction. All of which my crew assure me is perfectly normal… For a ship.
"Hey!"
No, I wasn't complaining about you guys. You're lifesavers, literally.
"Hey."
Some might wonder how I could look like a teenaged human and be a ship at the same time. I'd refer such people to Kantai Collection… Even if none of the ships depicted there were male, I had suddenly become like one of them, the personification of a warship. Human in form, but with all the power of a ship meant for combat underneath just waiting to be called forth.
I was a ship, complete with a crew, in the form of cute mini-people only a few centimeters tall, each dedicated to keeping me alive and seeming content to stay below decks unless needed. And I did need them, surprisingly, most security systems aren't designed to detect people the size of a normal human's thumb, so the little guys could get into stores after-hours and take what I needed without getting caught.
Of course, if you're familiar with Kancolle, you'd be wondering why exactly I'd need to steal things, rather than having my needs met by a naval base or something along those lines. There's an easy answer to that question, there are no shipgirl bases, the people of this world have no clue what a ship girl is, and I think I'd like it to stay that way.
This world has no Abyssals, the Kantai enemy faction, so there's no reason for them to need ship-people like myself. If a human government got super-human soldiers without having an enemy which actually required them it could cause a disaster. That is, if other ships actually had spirits and I'm not unique in this world.
Which brought me to this park, staring at the giant, grey, metallic mass in front of me. I stared at the stairs leading to the tarp covered deck. I gingerly took each steep, before hesitating at the top. If ships were really alive, would she apricate having another ship walk her decks? I looked around, the few people around hadn't noticed my hesitation. I looked at my raised foot, poised to set foot on the deck. If this ship did have a spirit, then what right did I have to disturb her? My curiosity really wasn't reason enough.
"You know, you're not going to get anywhere without taking that first step."
I looked up and froze.
She was standing there, a stately Japanese woman in a white dress uniform, with grey hair going to her shoulders, and an officers cap on top. I could practically feel the power of her history just from being near her.
"Mikasa-sama, E kala mai iaʻu."
The woman just looked at me, confusion in her eyes.
I resisted the urge to hit myself, I hadn't spoken either Japanese or Hawaiian before I had woken up in this world, but my new knowledge of them tended to blend together when I was stressed.
I bowed, and spoke again, this time making sure to speak the correct language. "Forgive me Mikasa-sama. I was not expecting you to greet me and my language skills slipped."
"That's fine," She just waved my apology off. "I wasn't expecting to greet another ship today either." She gave me a long look. "In fact, I don't think I ever expected to meet a ship like this. Who are you, and how can you leave your hull?"
I looked around, still nobody had noticed me, but it probably wasn't a good idea to talk about this here, a couple with a kid were walking up the steps behind us. "I will be happy to answer any of your questions. But I think we should get somewhere private first."
Mikasa looked around, seemingly noticing the people for the first time. She frowned. "They can see you?"
"Yes, they can see me, Mikasa-sama." I agreed, careful to keep my voice soft, "So I'd appreciate it if we could do this in private."
"Fine," She rolled her eyes, before grabbing my hand and pulling me forward. I nearly tripped as I crossed the threshold onto her deck. "Huh," her eyes were twinkling, as she released my hand, "I wasn't really expecting to be able to touch you." She grinned, before walking to one of the doors to her interior. "This way."
I followed her through the hallways, by signs and displays and exhibits that decorated the interior, before we reached a door with a sign saying no entry. Mikasa ignored the sign and walked straight through.
I resisted the urge to facepalm, before carefully looking around. Failing to notice anyone, I carefully opened the door, stepped through and closed it as quietly as I could, before glaring at the ship spirit before me. "Mikasa-sama, I know you're used to being invisible, but try to keep in mind that I'm not."
"Bah," Mikasa waved her hand dismissively, "It's my hull, I have the right to bring someone anywhere I want." She turned her gaze to me and the humor dropped. "Now that we are alone, care to tell me who and what you are."
Instead of immediately answering, I focused inwardly.
In a flash of light my clothing changed. I was no longer wearing borrowed clothing, but instead a modified American sailor's uniform, two large metal struts with triple 12-inch turrets on the end were attached to a funnel-like arrangement which had a ship's superstructure on my back. In my hands I held a miniaturized turret with three guns, around my neck was a chain of flowers, six of which had miniature double five-inch turrets in them, and my shoes had become metal platform boots with tiny rudders affixed to the heel.
"I am the personification of Hawaii, CB-3," I explained to the stunned woman in front of me, "Third of the Alaska-class Large Cruisers. I woke up like this about a hundred miles off the Japanese coast nearly a month ago." I reached up and slotted my hand-held turret into the rigging attached to my back. "As far as I can tell, I have all the capabilities of my ship-self, but in a human-sized package."
"That…" Mikasa shook her head, "That is…" My heart dropped, before she pumped her fist and shouted, "AMAZING!"
She grabbed my hands and started talking really, really fast in English. "How did you do that? Can I do that? No, wait, you're a ship, I'm a ship, of course I can do that! How can I do that? Teach me!"
Her babbling was completely at odds with the mostly serious façade she had had up until that point, and it was my turn to be stunned into silence.
"Wait, you said you woke up this way," she continued, "Will I wake up that way? Oh, I can't wait, I want to try tea, and biscuits and seeing what the world's like today. I can't wait!"
"Uhhh," was my very intelligent response.
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The basic idea is that my SI is not only a ship, but the first one summoned long before the Abyssal War starts. One day he wakes up in peaceful waters off of Japan, with a bunch of powers and knowledge which only make sense if he had become a Kancolle ship. But upon entering civilization find that there are no shipgirls and no abyssals. Dreading that he's crazy, he sets out to find out if other ships also have spirits which leads him to the museum ship Mikasa, whom he eventually summons. Years later isolated ships start disappearing across the worlds oceans. Eventually more and more ships are being lost, and then the Abyssals attack. The SI and Mikasa are the only ones who can repel the initial attack, and the SI is the only one who has the knowledge on how to summon shipgirls to create a fleet to repel the attacks around the world. And no, if I continue this idea, the SI will not be the only male ship, I do plan to have others.
Sir_Braazmiir
Tiefling Paladin
- Location
- Wherever I am
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.
- Location
- Central Standard Time
*Bismark bops Bismarck's captain**looks at Bismarck's captain*