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Now it is stuck in my head that whenever she's annoyed Maggie puts on the most horrible not-Sabah!accent she can until Johnny's eyes bleed and he begs her to stop that. :V
When Johnny tries to counter with super-posh talking, Maggie just winces, plugs her ears, and hits him with her tails until he stops.

This may or may not work. :p
 
Strypgia said:
Now it is stuck in my head that whenever she's annoyed Maggie puts on the most horrible not-Sabah!accent she can until Johnny's eyes bleed and he begs her to stop that. :V
When Johnny tries to counter with super-posh talking, Maggie just winces, plugs her ears, and hits him with her tails until he stops.

This may or may not work. :p
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As a Sabahan, I feel I should point out that the Sabahan accent isn't actually that cancerous, it's the West Malaysian Manglish accent that's cancer :p Tho speaking of cringe, I'm reminded of Park Seo-Joon and Park Min-Young cringing so hard when they finally watched What's Wrong With Secretary Kim (he actually rolled off the couch in shame). Which is ironic given that they've been dating IRL for a few years now (or so the internet would have you believe :V).

Whenever Johnny talks super posh, Maggie's urge to hit him rises because it's obvious he can talk properly, it's just that he affects all these cancer accents because of his shitposting, and that annoys her. (The greatest secret is that after almost 40 years in the Navy, 30 of those as an officer, Johnny's natural accent has actually morphed into Jinko-Sei Standard Professional, which is the equivalent of BBC English.)
 
Deleted Scene: Candy, pls
  • Apocrypha
    • Another deleted scene from the last story update. (ok fine so I'm tossing these out to keep interest mostly alive while i continue struggling with the update :V)

    -=-

    Fleet Admiral Chew, meanwhile, is just getting started. "You know ah, your mistake is you think I care if I lose face. Sure I lose face, but eh, I don't really give a fuck anymore. I got two years and a wakeup and then I'm out and I don't have to deal with all this stupid. Hell, if your drama tiao( fuck) me so hard I kena fire( get fired) , also can! Siao( Crazy) , I don't have to deal with all these sohai cibai( cunts) anymore! Very good, I like! Do some more, do some more! Eh just now you got a lot to say? Talk some more, talk some more lah! Don't shy-shy!"

    "Er, no, we're good, Sir," you say. Shiki silently reaches over and picks up the folder. He stares at it determinedly for a few moments, and then reaches into his pocket. With his free hand, he removes his lighter, and ignites it. The edge of the folder catches fire, the flame slowly growing in his hand.

    "Candy, you do realise right, that you are holding a folder that is on fire in your hand in my office."

    Shiki looks at the flaming folder in his hand, and eloquently utters: "Oh, no."

    "Candy please," sighs your mentor. "You wanna impress girl can, but don't burn down my office la wei! Your father's office isit? Your father's Navy isit? You don't cibai can or not?"

    You're already in motion - you leap to your feet and grab the nearby metal wastebasket. "Shiki, here!" you urge, planting it down on the floor. Shiki drops the burning folder into the metal bin, obvious relief on his face. Fleet Admiral Chew is already at his desk, grabbing the intercom.

    "Commander Fl-"

    "Maggie, fire extinguisher, now!" snaps your mentor.

    "Fire extinguisher, aye!" Moments later Ri-Sumeragi charges through the door, fire extinguisher in hand. She makes quick work of the wastepaper bin fire, and while her expression is as cool as always, you can't help but sense an annoyed undercurrent in her gaze towards Shiki. You didn't choose the adjutant life, the adjutant life chose you. You completely understand that gaze, from one adjutant to another.

    "Will that be all, sir?"

    "Yes, thank you, Ri-Sumeragi."

    "I've asked you before, Fleet Admiral, please refrain from giving nicknames to your subordinates."

    "Duly noted, Captain."

    -=-

    As soon as you dismiss your idiot students and they exit your office, you sigh and bang your head on your desk. Celaka ikan masin( goddamned salted fish) , you're surrounded by idiots.

    Your phone buzzes - not your official phone, it's your private phone - and you check your messaging app. You know who it is: she's the only reason you use this phone.

    What was that all about?

    You sigh, and type back. I'm surrounded by idiots. You're the only person with a brain in my life. Let's just fuck off and leave the idiots.

    A tempting proposition, Darling, but we have far too many responsibilities.

    You know she's fishing for information, she knows you know she's fishing, and you both are quite aware that if Maggie wants to know something, your feeble distractions aren't going to deter her for long. Still, you're going to give it your best shot.

    Do you have it?

    TF Soyeon's unedited AARs, as you requested.

    Thanks. You're amazing.

    I am the best damn adjutant you've ever had, Sir.

    Best damn woman in my life too,     you type.

    I'm glad you realise that.
     
  • Apocrypha
    • Yes, let's set sensitive files on fire in your fleet boss's office, and hold it. Genius.

    These are the best and the brightest who are supposed to save the Empire? :p
     
    Strypgia said:
    Yes, let's set sensitive files on fire in your fleet boss's office, and hold it. Genius.
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    He's created a shadow navy, enough counter-plans and backup plans to get a B+ from the David Xanatos School of Leadership, and is under more stress than a pig in a saltwater crocodile's mouth.

    At some point along the way any sense of pain or self-preservation went out the window.
     
    Strypgia said:
    Yes, let's set sensitive files on fire in your fleet boss's office, and hold it. Genius.

    These are the best and the brightest who are supposed to save the Empire? :p
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    Also to be fair to Candy it's a great cinematic image, burning the file that has his complaint report about Yui. Plus as Johnny said, impress girl. But yanno, execution vs intent lol
     
    What's Wrong with Johnny Chew?
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    • You sigh. Somehow, today, you just can't concentrate at all. It's not just the figurative mountain of work on your desk. Your ennui goes beyond the struggles of carrying the weight of the Navy on your shoulders.

    You stare ahead, your eyes locked onto the vision before you. Your Adjutant, Captain Amagi Ri-Sumeragi, is bustling about your office, juggling a dozen things at once. She's in shirtsleeves, like you; the crimson haori that proclaims her a member of House Sumeragi - sorry, Great House Sumeragi, never forget - is hung up neatly on the coat rack, next to her Service Dress Uniform jacket, next to your own jacket. Your coffee table has been pressed into service as a giant sorting tray, and your eyes watch hungrily as she bends down to do something with the paperwork, her tails shifting this way and that, her pencil skirt hugging her hips, complementing the super-expensive super luxurious pantyhose that she prefers, showing off and concealing at the same time her long beautiful legs. You've seen her naked legs before - you've seen a lot more of her naked before, not just her legs - but you're mesmerised nevertheless.

    "Recruit Yonatan Chew knock it down!"

    You're in the front leaning rest position, holding for the command to drop, before you realise what's happened. You blink confusedly, and rise to your feet. Ri-Sumeragi has one beautiful hand on her hip. Her expression is as inscrutable as always, but you look at the way her gloriously beautiful tails shift, and you have a feeling that she's annoyed with you.

    "What was that about?" you ask her, and she sniffs imperiously.

    "You, Fleet Admiral, were staring off into the distance, dead to the world, ignoring the futile attempts of your adjutant to get your attention. Nothing I did was working, so I had to get creative. You have forms to sign and corrections to make."

    "What corrections, Captain?" you grumble. Your protestations die as soon as you see the name you've signed on this set of forms:

    Jonathan Ri-Sumeragi.

    Lord, you can feel yourself dying inside.

    "Is there, perhaps, a secret message you'd like to share with me, Sir?" she asks, and you cringe at the way she pronounces Sir, seductive underpinnings intermixed with disapproving annoyance and smug self-satisfaction. You make a show of very deliberately taking your seat. You're Commander Fleet Operations, you're a Fleet Admiral, you're a grownass man, not some schoolboy wallowing in the throes of an edgy crush. You won't give her the satisfaction.

    "An officer in your position can't afford to be distracted," she chides you, waving a finger at you. "Unless… were you distracted by me?"

    Her smug, pleased face is too much. You turn to face your desk and your paperwork; she takes hold of your chair and firmly turns it around, looking you in the eye. Her face now projects a stern and serious facade, but you know better.

    "Yes," she says, nodding. "You're definitely distracted." She lets her pen fall from her hand, and squats down to pick it up, hiking her skirt up as she does so. "Well. I suppose it's only fair I take responsibility for relieving this condition."





    "I've spent my whole life repressing myself, this condition doesn't need relieving."

    "That's not very healthy, and you need to be healthy if you're going to keep on doing this job." She stands and starts unbuttoning her blouse, placing one beautiful knee between your legs to brace herself as she leans forward to whisper in your ear, "Besides, Darling, it's not like you're doing anything truly different from any other middle-aged flag officer in the throes of a midlife crisis, cavorting with their adjutant during working hours."

    There's a small part of you, deep down, that's furious at how quickly your body has betrayed you. Another part of you wonders what it means that you were instantly hard at the sound of her voice and the scent of her hair. But mostly, you're resigned to losing this argument, yet again.

    Amagi's pantyhose-clad knee gently nudges your manhood. She wraps her arms around you, leans back, and smiles beatifically at you. "You poor thing. Fear not, my Lord, your loyal servant shall service you in this time of your need."

    She's laying it thick there, and you would have words to say about that, you really would, you can't just let her control the narrative, but she places a finger on your lips, and with her other hand undoes the pins holding her hair in place. Her dark honey hair falls free past her shoulders, and you take her hand in yours and she leans forward and kisses you. It's sinful and addictive and warm and tender and passionate and lustful and a whole other host of things and when she releases you, you feel as though your heart would burst.

    "Maggie," you say fervently, and kiss her back.

    And then there's nothing more to be said.


    - 女王之天命 -​


    When you're finally done, you help each other clean up. Fortunately, you were both careful enough that neither one of you needs a fresh uniform. You help Maggie do her hair back up into the regulation bun; she doesn't have to be sitting in your lap for you to help her, and you know she's deliberately tilting you, but, well. It's not a bad thing, is it? What's more annoying is the very pleased look she has on her face. On the other hand, the fact that she can show that face to you… maybe she's become a lot more comfortable in your presence, over the last year. Or maybe you're getting better at reading her. You both inspect each other, making sure that nothing's out of place-

    "Damn, my bra."

    Maggie sighs, holding the undergarment in her hand, shaking her head. "It'd be far too much trouble to have to undress and redress all over again," she declares. "Just do this one favor for me, Darling - hold on to my bra, please." Without waiting for a reply, she drops it in your briefcase, and smirks at you, and then she hands you a pen and points you to the forms. "Your corrections, Sir," she says, checking her exquisite, elegant watch on her equally exquisite, elegant wrist. "I'll need those forms back at the Fleet Admiral's earliest convenience, right now."

    "Of course, Captain. Right away," you say, picking up your pen and beginning your corrections. Unbidden, your gaze falls to your briefcase, and your mind drifts to the item held within, to your memories of moments ago and visions of the future to come-

    "Fleet Admiral."

    "All done, Captain," you say, returning the corrected forms to Ri-Sumeragi. You might have stolen a touch of her beautiful fingers as you did so. Which, you recall sourly, was how all this began. First it was just fingers brushing against fingers, then it was handholding, then stolen kisses, and now you've turned into a degenerate incapable of keeping it in his pants, unable to resist fucking his adjutant in his office. "Okay, let's get to it - we need to make up the lost time,"

    "Of course, sir," she says, collecting the spoiled paperwork as well.

    "Thank you. For everything you do for me," you say sincerely, immediately cringing at how you sound. Ri-Sumeragi's face has settled into her usual haughty facade.

    "I am the best adjutant you've ever had, Sir," she says, even as her tails shift subtly, playfully, behind her.


    - 女王之天命 -​


    You are Captain Amagi Ri-Sumeragi, adjutant to the Third Star Lord and you are the best damn adjutant in the entire Imperial Navy. Even his protege and niece, Princess Yui of Akasha, has nothing on you.

    You open the bottom drawer of your desk, and peer into its innermost spaces. If you're being very honest with yourself - and you are, because the need to self-assess and self-edit is crucial no matter what field you're in - your claim to being the best adjutant Johnny's had (so much so that he's requested your tour as his adjutant be extended) isn't just purely based on your skill and competence. You've put a lot of work into maintaining this facade of being the perfect adjutant who makes no mistakes, the very model of a modern staff officer.

    Well. As elegant plating elevates exquisite flavors, so too does a little judicious acting elevate skillful competence. People won't know you've made silly mistakes, if you can catch your mistakes before they become known.

    You place the stack he's signed Jonathan Ri-Sumeragi atop of the stacks you've signed Maggie Chew, and close the drawer.
     
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    • Well, nobody can blame Maggie for not being a good spy and getting that blackmail material.

    Let's be real, she loves Jonathan but she still works for her House. She's doing her job. And that job is to subvert him. It's not like she's going to turn double-agent.
     
    Please excuse this randomness - just making a shout out to Ri-Sumeragi Amagi whom the Collection fans have tirelessly fussed over with fanart and the like. One in particular over at Pixiv, using the Honey Select generator (overripe potato that it has become).


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    BOY ADMIRAL : Konkai, wazawaza yobidashite no hanashi to iu no wa...

    (The Pixiv page offers more context: 'we are going in a different direction with the script, because everyone and their mom writes children stories')

    Source - Pixiv user T-Dash
     
    Wings-Of-Change said:
    HAND HOLDING!? Those degenerates!
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    Empress Kensei: "I am a strong powerful Empress who loves no one and nothing, and can only be forced to ahegao by having my ass degenerately played with."
    Also Kana: "No you can't just hold my hands and tell my you love me and kiss me lovingly aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa >////////////< "
    Young-joon: "I love you. <3"
    Kana: T///////////T

    But all that aside, it's true that Johnny has a thing for Maggie's hands, which is something I've been trying to show (like how his internal narration in Feelings keeps talking about her hands instead of her cleavage. Also, radar mode shitposting there :V).

    PlatypusofFail said:
    The more of these side stories I see the more convinced I am of the urgency of sidelining Chew ASAP.
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    Like Johnny said, he's got 2 years and a wakeup before he's out and doesn't have to deal with any of this bullshit anymore!

    ...of course, that's two years in which he remains useful for Great House Sumeragi's purposes...
     
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    waito_x said:
    Please excuse this randomness - just making a shout out to Ri-Sumeragi Amagi whom the Collection fans have tirelessly fussed over with fanart and the like. One in particular over at Pixiv, using the Honey Select generator (overripe potato that it has become).


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    BOY ADMIRAL : Konkai, wazawaza yobidashite no hanashi to iu no wa...

    (The Pixiv page offers more context: 'we are going in a different direction with the script, because everyone and their mom writes children stories')

    Source - Pixiv user T-Dash
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    Tbh, from the start, my mental model has been Azur Lane's rendition of Amagi. Just look at her:



    Fox ears? Check.
    Gloriously fluffy tails? Check.
    Oneesama powers? Check.
    Liduke's tilting art? Check.
    Miyuki Sawashiro? Check.
    A fox to surpass Akagi's Yan and BB Kaga's shitstirring? Check.
     
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    You are right, and there was art linked previously for her established look from the Azur verse. I just found that particular 3d model to reflect a taller Amagi from either camp / brilliant park.
     
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    Whiskey Golf said:
    Like Johnny said, he's got 2 years and a wakeup before he's out and doesn't have to deal with any of this bullshit anymore!
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    Then I am sure he will be delighted to retire early due to unforeseeable health issues.

    On a different note how much thought has been given to seeking to form a partnership with some faction of the Guard? As I see it Yui does need to form a power-block an they are a good starting spot. Right now she is both isolated and seen as puppeting the empress. We need to start getting more power in her corner. It is a shame that we allowed the 13th fleet to be disbanded but we didn't know what we do now then.
     
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