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Northern Light (Worm/Misc Shipgirl)
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My headcanon is that he eventually just got shot in both timelines at the same time simply because struggling two different ways doesn't gurantee a miss.
TaliesinSkye
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So, any guesses on what's going on with Dani's whole crew thing? One appeared when she was really out of it during the Taylor rescue, but she didn't seem to notice. And we know Taylor has them.
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I've got a couple guesses-
<Interrupted by off-camera whispering>
What do you mean, cheating? If you're not cheating, you're not trying.
<whisper whisper>
Fine, I'll save it for the chapter.
<whisper?>
When it's done, obviously. Writing Danny is hard.
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Let us know if we can help, we need our fix XD
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It's a nice summation. Not quite as amusing as Jingles' or as detailed as the World of Warships 'Naval Legends' series; but that's the point of a 'Five Minute Guide to Warships'.
One error, however. At 1:30 he states that the late war Tribal variant of which Haida was a part replaced their "Upper forward turret or 'B' turret replaced by...", when in fact it's the upper rear (Y) 120mm mount that was replaced by the 105mm high-angle mount; as is clearly visible in the picture that was on screen literally 5 seconds before.
Also, they're mounts, not turrets.
Coming soon
: A long talk with Taylor, Assault quoting Blackadder, and a joke I've been looking for a place to use since the very first chapter. Also, some Disturbed. 
TaliesinSkye
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New avatar! Looking good.It's a nice summation. Not quite as amusing as Jingles' or as detailed as the World of Warships 'Naval Legends' series; but that's the point of a 'Five Minute Guide to Warships'.
One error, however. At 1:30 he states that the late war Tribal variant of which Haida was a part replaced their "Upper forward turret or 'B' turret replaced by...", when in fact it's the upper rear (Y) 120mm mount that was replaced by the 105mm high-angle mount; as is clearly visible in the picture that was on screen literally 5 seconds before.
Also, they're mounts, not turrets.
Coming soon
Squadron 3.3
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10Jan2011, 0735 Lima
Hebert residence
I waited five minutes after the battered old pickup truck left the driveway before I jumped down from the branches of the old oak a few doors down and walked up to the house. The place had seen better days; but if the overnight improvements in Mr. Hebert's truck were any indication, that would probably change soon enough. Ignoring the doorbell, I quickly rapped out the morse for my pennant number on the door frame.
Before I could grow impatient enough to repeat the knock, the door creaked open with a soft rattle of the security chain. A mass of unkempt curly black hair framed one suspicious green eye behind a pair of glasses. It widened in surprise, then the door closed just long enough to remove the chain before it swung open and Taylor beckoned me inside. "Haida. Get in here before someone sees you. How the hell did you find my house?"
"Il n'y a qu'un seul Hébert dans l'annuaire téléphonique." I stepped in and closed the door behind me before pushing back my black hoodie and pulling a ball cap off my most distinctive feature.
"What?"
I suppressed a sigh at the quality of the American public school system as I took off my sweater and stowed it and my hat. "There's only one 'Hebert' in the phone book. How're you doing? Dreams bothering you?"
"A bit, but I've been talking through it with my chaplain. And my dad." Taylor lead me through to the kitchen, stopping just long enough to turn off the TV in the living room. Some puff piece about the ongoing rescue efforts in Italy. In the kitchen she sprawled into a chair; I'd apparently interrupted her breakfast and a read. I craned my neck to look at the cover as I sat opposite her, then grinned a little in recognition.
"Searching for inspiration? Let me guess, your father doesn't want you in danger." At Taylor's sigh and nod, I chuckled softly. "'Not old enough to love as yet / But old enough to die, indeed'" I quoted from memory. "At least you don't have to convince your parent that your powers are real, unlike Nita and Kit."
"He's worried that if I join the Wards, I'll get hurt, or worse. He doesn't want to lose me like we lost Mom. I don't want to think about what he'd do if he lost me, but…"
"But you're an Essex. You're practically invulnerable to anything in Brockton Bay. I can't think of a single villain that could actually hurt you outside of your mist form. Squealer, maybe? She's got some sort of supercavitation minisub but she hasn't mounted any weapons on it that I've seen. Trainwreck is a pretty good guy all things considered. You could crush Lung before he could ramp up. Nobody's seen Leet since Halloween
"Yeah, but try telling him that. However, I can't go 'full ship' like you do. I've tried. And I still look like, well, me unless I'm fog. So he just sees his little girl. Who now won't get killed by a stray bullet from a random drive-by on the way home from school. But try telling him that."
"So… let's show him." I grinned at her baffled look. "Taylor, I'm a Tribal. I had twenty six sisters, and those of us who weren't killed in action were literally worked to death. I'm the last. You, on the other hand… None of your sisters were lost to enemy action and you've still got family. Let's take your father down to New York and show him your sister so he can get an idea of who you've become."
"Visit Intrepid." She blinked. "I didn't think of that."
"Yorktown's just down in South Carolina. Hornet's in San Francisco and the Wards program runs a summer camp out of the Bay area." I snorted. "There's still enough of your siblings left to put together a task group."
Taylor closed her eyes and sipped her tea, then after a long moment nodded. "Mark thinks it's a good idea. Visiting Intrepid to help convince my father, that is. Actually, he wanted to put together the task group too, until I reminded him what it takes to… create one of us?"
"Marc Mitscher? Admiral Mitscher? … Well, you were his flagship." I shook my head. "You having a crew is going to take some getting used to."
"You think you're having trouble adjusting? The aircraft engine guys wouldn't stop bugging me until I helped them fix Dad's truck."
I pushed back my chair and made a show of looking at the floor around my feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Mitscher's chief of staff was Arleigh Burke. I'm just making sure he's not trying to jump ship and get back on board a destroyer."
"I've got marines watching him. Again." Taylor smiled a little. "Hey- why do you think I've got a crew and you don't?"
"Well, I mean obviously I've got something acting as a crew, otherwise I wouldn't be able to function." I frowned and shook my head. "I've got an outline of an idea and the implications are… let's go with unsettling. If it's any consolation I think you're the way my power was supposed to work and I'm the… anomaly."
"Anyways, why have you dropped by?" Taylor raised an eyebrow over her glasses.
"Need to let you know I'm being called off-station for a briefing this afternoon." I leaned back in the chair slightly at the light in her eyes, thankful for the change of subject. "No, I can't tell you what the operation is. OpSec's tight on this one, even I don't know what the brief is for. PRT and Protectorate normally have a joint meeting on Mondays, but Wards don't get invited to those."
"Do they know you've been camped out in a tree all weekend?"
"What I do with my free time is my business. Besides, it's a good tree, excellent sight lines. I can see up and down the block and watch your back door at the same time."
"When you put it that way, it's kind of creepy." Taylor frowned.
I grinned. "Yeah, if you could just leave your curtains open so I can make sure nobody's teleported into your room while you're asleep…"
"Oh god, if my father were here he'd kill you." Taylor pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "All right, I'll see if he wants to go down to New York next weekend. You go do whatever it is you have to do this afternoon. I'm going to get dressed and go buy some heavier curtains."
10Jan2011, 1400 Lima
PRT HQ, Conference Room 3
The digital projector displayed the famous "Murderer's Row" photograph, with the vessel under discussion circled. The girl giving the briefing was young for the task, but the gathered Protectorate and PRT officials acknowledged that she was the resident expert on naval history; since she was part of it.
"Eight hundred seventy two feet overall length. Thirty six kilotons fully loaded, with a top speed of thirty-three knots. Protected by up to four inches of Special Treatment Steel armor. Armament consists of a defensive battery of eight twin and four single five inch dual purpose guns, sixteen quad forty millimeter mounts, and twenty millimeter autocannon pretty much anywhere they found a few feet of free deck space to bolt one down." I looked around the room at the gathered heroes and squad leaders. "She's more than fourteen times my mass, more than five times the thickness of armor. She has more, and bigger, guns than I do. In a direct confrontation repeated strikes from heavy weaponry will be required. Assume nothing short of a four inch gun or 500 pound bomb will have any noticeable effect."
I took a long sip from my coffee mug. "In addition to Brute nine, Blaster Nine plus, Lexington is also Minion-type Master, at least rating six. I'd say eight just for their offensive potential. Her aircraft are no more than a foot across, but are capable of flight at high speeds over hundreds of miles range. She possesses a full sensory link to each aircraft as if she were sitting in the cockpit herself. Each one is capable of carrying up to two thousand pounds of ordnance and has multiple heavy machine guns or autocannon. Her compliment consists of over a hundred aircraft; but she can only deploy approximately sixty in short order. If there's a limit to her multitasking ability while controlling aircraft, we didn't find it in testing. Again, due to their size, normal manpads and conventional triple-A will probably be ineffective."
"Weaknesses?" Armsmaster was his usual curt self.
"Aside from the previous notes? Same as me, I'd guess. Though attempting to run her out of ammo isn't a good strategy. A full itemized inventory of her magazines is appendix C of the briefing documents, but to summarize: Two hundred twenty four tons of five inch shells. Three hundred twelve tons of forty mil. Six hundred twenty five tons of mixed aircraft ordnance."
Assistant Director Rennick had learned to read the details and was running a finger down the itemized list. "Hold one moment. 'Special Weapons Ordnance Device Mark Nine Mod Zero, quantity ten'?" You could tell who'd had prior military experience by who went deathly still and flipped to their own folders to the page in question. The Director just went for her phone.
"Woah. That's the contemporary designation of the ASM-N-2 'Bat' radar-guided glide bomb. There's no need to call in a Bent Spear, Director."
Director Piggot's hand rested lightly on the phone. "Is she nuclear capable?"
"Capable? Yes. So armed? No. Everything about her configuration says she's reverted to her 1945 loadout; just like I have. Nuclear weapons were too large, then, to be shipboard weapons. With modern devices? Certainly. But then, there are two people in this room who are nuclear-capable under those terms. Only one of whom I'd actually trust with 'da big one'. And I'm not her."
"Final recommendations then, Haida?" The Director took her hand off her phone. Her left, I noted.
"Recruitment if at all possible. Lexington is interested, her father is wavering but I've got something laid in for the weekend that might help tip him over the edge. A trip to the Intrepid Air and Space museum in New York. An appearance by Legend might help tip the scales in our favor."
"For god sakes, just keep Tagg away from her." AD Rennick flashed a rare grin at his boss. She scowled back.
"And if she should turn hostile?"
"Class A threat. Lung or I might be able to stop her. There wouldn't be a city left afterwards. Please don't piss off the fleet carrier."
"As uncomfortable as I am knowing there's an angsty teen with a kiloton of ordnance inside her walking around my city, I agree that recruitment is the better option. Thank you Haida."
I shut the projector off, the room lights automatically returning to full as I made my way to my seat.
"The next item: Stormtiger and Cricket's trial. Their attorney has motioned for a change of venue given the difficulty in finding unbiased jurors in Brockton Bay. Given the number of security holes that Internal Affairs discovered with their colonoscopy due to Shadow Stalker, we've pretty much had to concede that we have to move them anyways. Assault?"
The red-clad ex-villain practically bounced to his feet and moved to the lectern. He rubbed his hands together briskly, grinning in a way that already had Battery rubbing her temples and letting out a quiet 'Oh no.'
"Ladies, gentlemen, Armsmaster. I have a plan. A plan so cunning you could put a fur jacket on it and call it a weasel. A plan that could spell the end of the Empire Eighty Eight as an organized gang in Brockton Bay." He smiled brightly, pointing straight at me. "We're going to do it like the Italian Job."
Hebert residence
I waited five minutes after the battered old pickup truck left the driveway before I jumped down from the branches of the old oak a few doors down and walked up to the house. The place had seen better days; but if the overnight improvements in Mr. Hebert's truck were any indication, that would probably change soon enough. Ignoring the doorbell, I quickly rapped out the morse for my pennant number on the door frame.
Before I could grow impatient enough to repeat the knock, the door creaked open with a soft rattle of the security chain. A mass of unkempt curly black hair framed one suspicious green eye behind a pair of glasses. It widened in surprise, then the door closed just long enough to remove the chain before it swung open and Taylor beckoned me inside. "Haida. Get in here before someone sees you. How the hell did you find my house?"
"Il n'y a qu'un seul Hébert dans l'annuaire téléphonique." I stepped in and closed the door behind me before pushing back my black hoodie and pulling a ball cap off my most distinctive feature.
"What?"
I suppressed a sigh at the quality of the American public school system as I took off my sweater and stowed it and my hat. "There's only one 'Hebert' in the phone book. How're you doing? Dreams bothering you?"
"A bit, but I've been talking through it with my chaplain. And my dad." Taylor lead me through to the kitchen, stopping just long enough to turn off the TV in the living room. Some puff piece about the ongoing rescue efforts in Italy. In the kitchen she sprawled into a chair; I'd apparently interrupted her breakfast and a read. I craned my neck to look at the cover as I sat opposite her, then grinned a little in recognition.
"Searching for inspiration? Let me guess, your father doesn't want you in danger." At Taylor's sigh and nod, I chuckled softly. "'Not old enough to love as yet / But old enough to die, indeed'" I quoted from memory. "At least you don't have to convince your parent that your powers are real, unlike Nita and Kit."
"He's worried that if I join the Wards, I'll get hurt, or worse. He doesn't want to lose me like we lost Mom. I don't want to think about what he'd do if he lost me, but…"
"But you're an Essex. You're practically invulnerable to anything in Brockton Bay. I can't think of a single villain that could actually hurt you outside of your mist form. Squealer, maybe? She's got some sort of supercavitation minisub but she hasn't mounted any weapons on it that I've seen. Trainwreck is a pretty good guy all things considered. You could crush Lung before he could ramp up. Nobody's seen Leet since Halloween
"Yeah, but try telling him that. However, I can't go 'full ship' like you do. I've tried. And I still look like, well, me unless I'm fog. So he just sees his little girl. Who now won't get killed by a stray bullet from a random drive-by on the way home from school. But try telling him that."
"So… let's show him." I grinned at her baffled look. "Taylor, I'm a Tribal. I had twenty six sisters, and those of us who weren't killed in action were literally worked to death. I'm the last. You, on the other hand… None of your sisters were lost to enemy action and you've still got family. Let's take your father down to New York and show him your sister so he can get an idea of who you've become."
"Visit Intrepid." She blinked. "I didn't think of that."
"Yorktown's just down in South Carolina. Hornet's in San Francisco and the Wards program runs a summer camp out of the Bay area." I snorted. "There's still enough of your siblings left to put together a task group."
Taylor closed her eyes and sipped her tea, then after a long moment nodded. "Mark thinks it's a good idea. Visiting Intrepid to help convince my father, that is. Actually, he wanted to put together the task group too, until I reminded him what it takes to… create one of us?"
"Marc Mitscher? Admiral Mitscher? … Well, you were his flagship." I shook my head. "You having a crew is going to take some getting used to."
"You think you're having trouble adjusting? The aircraft engine guys wouldn't stop bugging me until I helped them fix Dad's truck."
I pushed back my chair and made a show of looking at the floor around my feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Mitscher's chief of staff was Arleigh Burke. I'm just making sure he's not trying to jump ship and get back on board a destroyer."
"I've got marines watching him. Again." Taylor smiled a little. "Hey- why do you think I've got a crew and you don't?"
"Well, I mean obviously I've got something acting as a crew, otherwise I wouldn't be able to function." I frowned and shook my head. "I've got an outline of an idea and the implications are… let's go with unsettling. If it's any consolation I think you're the way my power was supposed to work and I'm the… anomaly."
"Anyways, why have you dropped by?" Taylor raised an eyebrow over her glasses.
"Need to let you know I'm being called off-station for a briefing this afternoon." I leaned back in the chair slightly at the light in her eyes, thankful for the change of subject. "No, I can't tell you what the operation is. OpSec's tight on this one, even I don't know what the brief is for. PRT and Protectorate normally have a joint meeting on Mondays, but Wards don't get invited to those."
"Do they know you've been camped out in a tree all weekend?"
"What I do with my free time is my business. Besides, it's a good tree, excellent sight lines. I can see up and down the block and watch your back door at the same time."
"When you put it that way, it's kind of creepy." Taylor frowned.
I grinned. "Yeah, if you could just leave your curtains open so I can make sure nobody's teleported into your room while you're asleep…"
"Oh god, if my father were here he'd kill you." Taylor pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "All right, I'll see if he wants to go down to New York next weekend. You go do whatever it is you have to do this afternoon. I'm going to get dressed and go buy some heavier curtains."
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10Jan2011, 1400 Lima
PRT HQ, Conference Room 3
The digital projector displayed the famous "Murderer's Row" photograph, with the vessel under discussion circled. The girl giving the briefing was young for the task, but the gathered Protectorate and PRT officials acknowledged that she was the resident expert on naval history; since she was part of it.
"Eight hundred seventy two feet overall length. Thirty six kilotons fully loaded, with a top speed of thirty-three knots. Protected by up to four inches of Special Treatment Steel armor. Armament consists of a defensive battery of eight twin and four single five inch dual purpose guns, sixteen quad forty millimeter mounts, and twenty millimeter autocannon pretty much anywhere they found a few feet of free deck space to bolt one down." I looked around the room at the gathered heroes and squad leaders. "She's more than fourteen times my mass, more than five times the thickness of armor. She has more, and bigger, guns than I do. In a direct confrontation repeated strikes from heavy weaponry will be required. Assume nothing short of a four inch gun or 500 pound bomb will have any noticeable effect."
I took a long sip from my coffee mug. "In addition to Brute nine, Blaster Nine plus, Lexington is also Minion-type Master, at least rating six. I'd say eight just for their offensive potential. Her aircraft are no more than a foot across, but are capable of flight at high speeds over hundreds of miles range. She possesses a full sensory link to each aircraft as if she were sitting in the cockpit herself. Each one is capable of carrying up to two thousand pounds of ordnance and has multiple heavy machine guns or autocannon. Her compliment consists of over a hundred aircraft; but she can only deploy approximately sixty in short order. If there's a limit to her multitasking ability while controlling aircraft, we didn't find it in testing. Again, due to their size, normal manpads and conventional triple-A will probably be ineffective."
"Weaknesses?" Armsmaster was his usual curt self.
"Aside from the previous notes? Same as me, I'd guess. Though attempting to run her out of ammo isn't a good strategy. A full itemized inventory of her magazines is appendix C of the briefing documents, but to summarize: Two hundred twenty four tons of five inch shells. Three hundred twelve tons of forty mil. Six hundred twenty five tons of mixed aircraft ordnance."
Assistant Director Rennick had learned to read the details and was running a finger down the itemized list. "Hold one moment. 'Special Weapons Ordnance Device Mark Nine Mod Zero, quantity ten'?" You could tell who'd had prior military experience by who went deathly still and flipped to their own folders to the page in question. The Director just went for her phone.
"Woah. That's the contemporary designation of the ASM-N-2 'Bat' radar-guided glide bomb. There's no need to call in a Bent Spear, Director."
Director Piggot's hand rested lightly on the phone. "Is she nuclear capable?"
"Capable? Yes. So armed? No. Everything about her configuration says she's reverted to her 1945 loadout; just like I have. Nuclear weapons were too large, then, to be shipboard weapons. With modern devices? Certainly. But then, there are two people in this room who are nuclear-capable under those terms. Only one of whom I'd actually trust with 'da big one'. And I'm not her."
"Final recommendations then, Haida?" The Director took her hand off her phone. Her left, I noted.
"Recruitment if at all possible. Lexington is interested, her father is wavering but I've got something laid in for the weekend that might help tip him over the edge. A trip to the Intrepid Air and Space museum in New York. An appearance by Legend might help tip the scales in our favor."
"For god sakes, just keep Tagg away from her." AD Rennick flashed a rare grin at his boss. She scowled back.
"And if she should turn hostile?"
"Class A threat. Lung or I might be able to stop her. There wouldn't be a city left afterwards. Please don't piss off the fleet carrier."
"As uncomfortable as I am knowing there's an angsty teen with a kiloton of ordnance inside her walking around my city, I agree that recruitment is the better option. Thank you Haida."
I shut the projector off, the room lights automatically returning to full as I made my way to my seat.
"The next item: Stormtiger and Cricket's trial. Their attorney has motioned for a change of venue given the difficulty in finding unbiased jurors in Brockton Bay. Given the number of security holes that Internal Affairs discovered with their colonoscopy due to Shadow Stalker, we've pretty much had to concede that we have to move them anyways. Assault?"
The red-clad ex-villain practically bounced to his feet and moved to the lectern. He rubbed his hands together briskly, grinning in a way that already had Battery rubbing her temples and letting out a quiet 'Oh no.'
"Ladies, gentlemen, Armsmaster. I have a plan. A plan so cunning you could put a fur jacket on it and call it a weasel. A plan that could spell the end of the Empire Eighty Eight as an organized gang in Brockton Bay." He smiled brightly, pointing straight at me. "We're going to do it like the Italian Job."
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Teiwaz
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Don't you mean Mark 3?
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No, they got this one right. The antiship variant of the Bat is designated SWOD, for "Special Weapons Ordnance Device", Mark 9 Modification 0.
TaliesinSkye
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@Taliserian The reference to the fog form is a bit confusing, since we didn't see any of that on camera as it were. I expect that'll get explained later? I only mention it on the off chance it was a genuine oversight.
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@Taliserian shouldn't the threadmatk be Squadron 3.3? (currently 2.3)
This interested me, so I looked it up. A very interesting looking weapon, but loaded with a 1k pound bomb, not anything I'd want to deal with. Given her powers, might actually be more deadly.
My mom gave me a funny look after I cracked up with this. BTW, I once calculated out for a Fletcher class destroyer, and "not much city left" was indeed an issue. Of course, that calculation came up in the context of our kancolle style Fletcher being in the Supreme court building when a rather unfortunate politically charged decision was made, and my pointing out that both congress and the white house was within range of her guns.
5" guns might not have the individual destructive power of the 16" guns of a Iowa, but they fire a lot faster, and 16" is overkill against most everything but another ship or specially hardened facility.
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Taliserian
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Oops, thanks.
We actually did briefly back during Taylor's trigger event; for precisely long enough not to crush Haida like an empty soda can.
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Oh, that bit, I remember now. Thanks!
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Sabaton Ghost division but with ships
Taliserian
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I'm not surprised there's issues with retaining details from that chapter, given the gilding problem.
Filmed with assets from World of Warships.
Sabaton Ghost division but with ships
Filmed with assets from World of Warships.
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This line just reads as comedy, even though it's a serious one, from the sheer picture it paints. Battleships in human form are scary!
TaliesinSkye
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Something about it that struck me; presumably the only way Dani could possibly stop Taylor is by torpedoing her. If her 4.7 inch guns can penetrate the Lexington's belt armor (I checked some tables, it looks like they could at roughly 2000 yards or less with WW2 style shells. Unknown penetration on Dragon's shells.) I doubt she has enough ammunition to actually sink an Essex by punching it full of small holes with those, especially given that it has functioning damage control teams and U.S. carrier crews pulled off some astonishing feats of damage control during the war. They might need to seal a lot of compartments but I doubt it'd go down. Even if it were possible I suspect it would take quite a while.
So torpedoes. Torpedoes sort of require water to work, and Taylor doesn't have a ship form. She'd be standing on top of the water if she was in water at all. I'm not sure they'd be nearly as effective used like bombs or missiles in the air, even if Dani was within the twenty feet or so she'd need to be to launch them horizontally that way. And of course good luck getting that close without getting shredded by Taylor's defensive armament.
Edit: As an aside out of curiosity, does anyone know if naval crews still train to repel boarders in the 20th/21st centuries? Just wondering. It seems extremely unlikely that such a thing could happen while a ship was at sea in the circumstances of modern warfare, but on the other hand the military is a strong believer in preparing for anything and boarding actions were certainly something in the navy's tallship roots.
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Kellcat
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...depending on how military Taylor's mindset is, after her transformation, her finding out about this meeting could be very bad. Especially depending on how she finds out: The local government goons just had a meeting discussing, among other things, the likelihood of being able to sink her, and how they might or might not be able to - and that part of the meeting was led by someone she seems to consider a friend, who told her she didn't know the purpose of the meeting - despite the obvious signs she prepared heavily.
And this is after she has expressed interest in signing up with the Protectorate.
Given her recent history, if she finds out about this in such a way to see it as a betrayal? I would expect things to Not Go Well(tm). And it would be oh so very easy to see it as multiple betrayals.
And this is after she has expressed interest in signing up with the Protectorate.
Given her recent history, if she finds out about this in such a way to see it as a betrayal? I would expect things to Not Go Well(tm). And it would be oh so very easy to see it as multiple betrayals.
TaliesinSkye
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I think militaries all expect other forces to keep tabs on their capabilities just in case, even the forces of strong allies. Preparedness and all that. Like the plans the U.S., Canada, and U.K. made for going to war in the event that it somehow happened. Hopefully she'd think about it that way, since they're not actually planning on attacking her and she's not planning on doing anything that would make attacking her necessary.
I was always under the impression that military folk were fairly understanding of their allies having extensive plans about how to destroy them utterly, since they had to review the plans about how to destroy those same allies.
Kellcat
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Hence my bit about "depending on how military her mindset it", yeah. If she reacts like a teenage girl who has been bullied and betrayed for a year and a half, though? Her friend just lied* to her about the purpose of the meeting, and then spilled all her secrets to people who could easily make her life miserable. And those people specifically asked how to sink her. More, those people were responsible for Stalker, and much of the torment she's been through for the past six months.. She's been here before.
*(Yeah, it's possible Haida didn't lie to her, and didn't know the purpose of the briefing beforehand. Given a multipage written report with appendices being presented, it certainly looks from here like she knew beforehand. And even if she didn't know beforehand, Taylor might not believe that.)
...how much all this matters is going to be up to the Author - this could end up being anything from a Reader Infodump with no real consequences all the way up to a setup for a Coil Interrupt. Just had to notice how this could feel to someone in Taylor's position.
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