AN: It seems like my muse continues to surprise me. Or I'm just reading too many Kancolle fics...
Pacific Confusion (Kancolle SI)
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Skywalker_T-65
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AN: It seems like my muse continues to surprise me. Or I'm just reading too many Kancolle fics, one of the two. In any case, we have my first ever SI fic here. This is very much an experiment...I've never done an SI or written in 1st Person before. So, I have no idea how this turned out really. Hopefully good! We'll see.
"Sleeeeepppp...I should be sleeping right now."
Stumbling around my dorm room- luckily empty for the moment -was not exactly my idea of a great time, to be totally honest. But when I stay up entirely too late to study for an exam that I probably did less than stellar on anyway, it's to be expected. The joys of life at a college never end, really. On the plus side, since the room was empty it wasn't very hard for me to just lay down in bed, once I managed to reach it without stumbling over my own feet anyway. If only the coffee here was decent, then this wouldn't be a problem.
But nope, no good coffee in sight.
"Do I sleep, or do I try writing...hmm..."
Turning over in bed, I tap my chin absently. Ideally, I'd like to get some writing done. There's never enough time in the day for that, when there are multiple stories to write. Then again, writing while half-asleep probably wasn't the best idea in the world either.
"Sleep, then writing," I finally decided, rolling over again. My stories could wait for when I didn't feel drunk, without even knowing what being drunk actually felt like.
While I may have gone to bed expecting a restful nap, that would far from what actually happened. My dreams, if you could even call them that, prominently featured bright, flashing lights. Like I just went to a night club instead of my surprisingly comfortable dorm bed. If I didn't know better, I'd say my brother was playing a prank and flashing me with his phone or something. But that couldn't be the case, since he wasn't around when I napped and I'm a light enough sleeper I'd hear if he opened the door.
Right?
"...wake up."
Wait, what?
"...you need to wake up..."
Okay, I must be dreaming now. There isn't any way a woman got into my room. And I might have to try and fight if one did.
What? If a strange woman managed to get into my dorm without waking me up, I'm not going to hold back. Even if I can't fight to save my life!
"Sir?"
Keeping my eyes squeezed shut in the hopes this was a fever dream, or something like it, I heard the woman walk to my side. A soft hand was placed on my shoulder, pushing me slightly. It took every bit of self-control I had to keep my eyes shut. It really wasn't every day that I had a woman enter my room and push me like that. Well, okay, this had never happened before. So, dream or no dream, I was a bit worried now. And hey, who wouldn't be worried if they had someone strange pushing them in the shoulder? I was just surprised I hadn't been stabbed or something yet.
The 'sir' was the least odd thing about this situation, really.
After one final push, there was silence aside from my breathing though. I kept my eyes shut, hoping the strange woman had left. If she had, I could get up, triple check my door lock, and call the police. If I've got someone breaking into my room, I'm not even taking chances. But even as that thought crossed my mind, something rather more pressing happened.
"Gah!"
Namely, the blaring of a foghorn. Right in my ear.
It would take a stronger man than I to not fly out of bed if one of those things went off right in your ear. Arms flailing as I fell to the floor, I groaned in the pile of blankets covering my body. Which, now that my eyes were open, were most certainly not my blankets. Mine were blue, these were dark brown. And a fair bit thinner as well. Which meant...
I wasn't in my room? Someone moved me without me waking up?
Latching onto that thought was easy enough. Faced with a strange situation, I did what anyone would do...latch onto the first thing you can. In this case, a dumbfounded stare at the blankets. How in the hell had someone managed to move me without me noticing? That was kind of something someone should notice!
"I thought I wouldn't have to use that anymore Admiral."
That same female voice was hovering over me now, sounding quite exasperated. Though a hint of fondness was there as well...
Wait. What?
Admiral?
Last I checked, I was a college student. I wasn't in any branch of the military, leave alone high enough in the Navy to be called a freakin Admiral. I mean, even if I was, who in their right mind would make a twenty-one year old a commander of that type of rank? The USN certainly wouldn't, I didn't have to be a student of history- which I am -to know that much. Which meant this was either the strangest dream I'd ever had or...
Oh.
"I'm not an Admiral, last time I checked," almost fearfully, I stuck my head out of the tangle of blanket I had ended up in.
A bemused smile greeted me, the owner of said smile shaking her head slightly, "I suppose you are technically a Commander, sir. But you know I and the other girls will always call you Admiral."
"Other girls..."
The woman looked at me curiously when I said that, tilting her head slightly. The universal gesture of confusion only served to accentuate what I was rapidly noting as a very attractive face. Wide green eyes, more than a hint of amusement hiding behind the confusion. High cheekbones, drawing even more attention towards the aforementioned eyes. A sharp nose, over brilliantly red, full lips. Her skin was pale, not as pale as I was to be fair, but a pale that only served to make her features stand out more. And for all that her face was attractive, it was the hair that got my attention. Light blue, almost teal, with a single black streak, falling over her right eye.
Considering that hair that long being dyed blue was difficult at best, it was possible this was her natural hair color. And you just don't see blue hair in real life. Not natural, at any rate.
"Yes sir, the other girls," the woman continued, the fond tone in her voice growing with each word, "did you hit yourself on the way down?"
"I don't think so," I replied, rubbing my head absently, "then again, I'm fairly certain I'm dreaming anyway."
An elegant eyebrow rose up, "Dreaming? Admiral, are you sure you're okay? Should I get Solace?"
Solace? Unless that's a code name, I know one thing that used it...
"Solace? The...hospital...ship?" I asked slowly, dreading the answer.
It should have been a stupid question, it really should have. I mean, what are the odds that I woke up in...no, can't think about that. Nope, I'm just dreaming.
And it's just a code-name, surely. Really, it can't possibly be...
"Yes Admiral..." the blue-haired woman was sending me a distinctly worried look now, all trace of humor gone. She reached a hand up to her ear, which I only now noticed had a small headphone, "Solace? This is Saratoga, can you come see the Admiral please?"
"Of course," another female voice replied, though I wondered how I could hear it as well, "What's wrong Sara?"
"I think he hit his head when I woke him up."
A sigh came over the radio, "Oh Sara. You used the foghorn again, didn't you?"
"It's hardly my fault he wouldn't wake up without it," the woman- aircraft carrier? -let out a frustrated sigh of her own.
"Point taken. I'll be there shortly."
Sara...Saratoga...turned back around, smile back on her face as she looked down on me, "Well, I don't think we really need Solace to come by Admiral, but you've always said to play things safe."
That smile faded quickly however, to be replaced by a newfound worried expression. Sara knelt down next to me, her green eyes widening ever so slightly. And really, I could understand why. After all, I was currently clutching my arms to my chest, eyes wide with ill-disguised panic. I had to be dreaming...I had to. I couldn't have woken up in Kancolle. That was crazy. It only happened in fanfics, not real life. You didn't just go to sleep in one world and then wake up in another, fictional, universe. I mean, that was how things worked, right?
I wasn't sitting in an unfamiliar room with the attractive anthropomorphism of USS Saratoga, CV-3, right? I was still in my bed back at campus, dreaming a crazy dream. I'd wake up in a few hours, and laugh it off if I even remembered it. Yeah...that's right. That's how things will go. I just need to pinch myself. That always works!
"...sir, why are you pinching yourself?" Saratoga asked worriedly, reaching out to pull my hand away from my arm.
"Because I'm dreaming," I replied, false cheer in my voice, "After all, I can't possibly be sitting with USS Saratoga. I have to be dreaming."
If there was worry in dream-Saratoga's eyes before, it was nothing compared to what was there now. She gently placed hands on my shoulders, sharp green eyes looking over my face carefully. If the situation were any different I'd probably be redder than the walls of this room. Which were pretty darn red, just saying. But right now, I was rather more focused on the whole 'got to wake up' situation.
"This isn't a dream sir," the 'carrier' spoke slowly, gently, "Solace will make sure you didn't hurt yourself, and you'll be right as rain."
"But I'm just dream..."
The woman shook me slightly, "This isn't a dream, trust me Admiral."
"But..."
Even as I tried to deny what she was saying, my heart wasn't in it. This wasn't like a dream...granted I never really remember them well, but I knew I never talked with a dream-person like this. Never felt soft hands on my shoulders, never stared into worried green eyes.
Oh God...I really was...
"Oh. You're right, I'm not drea..."
"Admiral!"
I didn't finish the sentence, my eyes rolling up as darkness claimed me. What a way to have my first fainting spell...
Prologue
"Sleeeeepppp...I should be sleeping right now."
Stumbling around my dorm room- luckily empty for the moment -was not exactly my idea of a great time, to be totally honest. But when I stay up entirely too late to study for an exam that I probably did less than stellar on anyway, it's to be expected. The joys of life at a college never end, really. On the plus side, since the room was empty it wasn't very hard for me to just lay down in bed, once I managed to reach it without stumbling over my own feet anyway. If only the coffee here was decent, then this wouldn't be a problem.
But nope, no good coffee in sight.
"Do I sleep, or do I try writing...hmm..."
Turning over in bed, I tap my chin absently. Ideally, I'd like to get some writing done. There's never enough time in the day for that, when there are multiple stories to write. Then again, writing while half-asleep probably wasn't the best idea in the world either.
"Sleep, then writing," I finally decided, rolling over again. My stories could wait for when I didn't feel drunk, without even knowing what being drunk actually felt like.
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While I may have gone to bed expecting a restful nap, that would far from what actually happened. My dreams, if you could even call them that, prominently featured bright, flashing lights. Like I just went to a night club instead of my surprisingly comfortable dorm bed. If I didn't know better, I'd say my brother was playing a prank and flashing me with his phone or something. But that couldn't be the case, since he wasn't around when I napped and I'm a light enough sleeper I'd hear if he opened the door.
Right?
"...wake up."
Wait, what?
"...you need to wake up..."
Okay, I must be dreaming now. There isn't any way a woman got into my room. And I might have to try and fight if one did.
What? If a strange woman managed to get into my dorm without waking me up, I'm not going to hold back. Even if I can't fight to save my life!
"Sir?"
Keeping my eyes squeezed shut in the hopes this was a fever dream, or something like it, I heard the woman walk to my side. A soft hand was placed on my shoulder, pushing me slightly. It took every bit of self-control I had to keep my eyes shut. It really wasn't every day that I had a woman enter my room and push me like that. Well, okay, this had never happened before. So, dream or no dream, I was a bit worried now. And hey, who wouldn't be worried if they had someone strange pushing them in the shoulder? I was just surprised I hadn't been stabbed or something yet.
The 'sir' was the least odd thing about this situation, really.
After one final push, there was silence aside from my breathing though. I kept my eyes shut, hoping the strange woman had left. If she had, I could get up, triple check my door lock, and call the police. If I've got someone breaking into my room, I'm not even taking chances. But even as that thought crossed my mind, something rather more pressing happened.
"Gah!"
Namely, the blaring of a foghorn. Right in my ear.
It would take a stronger man than I to not fly out of bed if one of those things went off right in your ear. Arms flailing as I fell to the floor, I groaned in the pile of blankets covering my body. Which, now that my eyes were open, were most certainly not my blankets. Mine were blue, these were dark brown. And a fair bit thinner as well. Which meant...
I wasn't in my room? Someone moved me without me waking up?
Latching onto that thought was easy enough. Faced with a strange situation, I did what anyone would do...latch onto the first thing you can. In this case, a dumbfounded stare at the blankets. How in the hell had someone managed to move me without me noticing? That was kind of something someone should notice!
"I thought I wouldn't have to use that anymore Admiral."
That same female voice was hovering over me now, sounding quite exasperated. Though a hint of fondness was there as well...
Wait. What?
Admiral?
Last I checked, I was a college student. I wasn't in any branch of the military, leave alone high enough in the Navy to be called a freakin Admiral. I mean, even if I was, who in their right mind would make a twenty-one year old a commander of that type of rank? The USN certainly wouldn't, I didn't have to be a student of history- which I am -to know that much. Which meant this was either the strangest dream I'd ever had or...
Oh.
"I'm not an Admiral, last time I checked," almost fearfully, I stuck my head out of the tangle of blanket I had ended up in.
A bemused smile greeted me, the owner of said smile shaking her head slightly, "I suppose you are technically a Commander, sir. But you know I and the other girls will always call you Admiral."
"Other girls..."
The woman looked at me curiously when I said that, tilting her head slightly. The universal gesture of confusion only served to accentuate what I was rapidly noting as a very attractive face. Wide green eyes, more than a hint of amusement hiding behind the confusion. High cheekbones, drawing even more attention towards the aforementioned eyes. A sharp nose, over brilliantly red, full lips. Her skin was pale, not as pale as I was to be fair, but a pale that only served to make her features stand out more. And for all that her face was attractive, it was the hair that got my attention. Light blue, almost teal, with a single black streak, falling over her right eye.
Considering that hair that long being dyed blue was difficult at best, it was possible this was her natural hair color. And you just don't see blue hair in real life. Not natural, at any rate.
"Yes sir, the other girls," the woman continued, the fond tone in her voice growing with each word, "did you hit yourself on the way down?"
"I don't think so," I replied, rubbing my head absently, "then again, I'm fairly certain I'm dreaming anyway."
An elegant eyebrow rose up, "Dreaming? Admiral, are you sure you're okay? Should I get Solace?"
Solace? Unless that's a code name, I know one thing that used it...
"Solace? The...hospital...ship?" I asked slowly, dreading the answer.
It should have been a stupid question, it really should have. I mean, what are the odds that I woke up in...no, can't think about that. Nope, I'm just dreaming.
And it's just a code-name, surely. Really, it can't possibly be...
"Yes Admiral..." the blue-haired woman was sending me a distinctly worried look now, all trace of humor gone. She reached a hand up to her ear, which I only now noticed had a small headphone, "Solace? This is Saratoga, can you come see the Admiral please?"
"Of course," another female voice replied, though I wondered how I could hear it as well, "What's wrong Sara?"
"I think he hit his head when I woke him up."
A sigh came over the radio, "Oh Sara. You used the foghorn again, didn't you?"
"It's hardly my fault he wouldn't wake up without it," the woman- aircraft carrier? -let out a frustrated sigh of her own.
"Point taken. I'll be there shortly."
Sara...Saratoga...turned back around, smile back on her face as she looked down on me, "Well, I don't think we really need Solace to come by Admiral, but you've always said to play things safe."
That smile faded quickly however, to be replaced by a newfound worried expression. Sara knelt down next to me, her green eyes widening ever so slightly. And really, I could understand why. After all, I was currently clutching my arms to my chest, eyes wide with ill-disguised panic. I had to be dreaming...I had to. I couldn't have woken up in Kancolle. That was crazy. It only happened in fanfics, not real life. You didn't just go to sleep in one world and then wake up in another, fictional, universe. I mean, that was how things worked, right?
I wasn't sitting in an unfamiliar room with the attractive anthropomorphism of USS Saratoga, CV-3, right? I was still in my bed back at campus, dreaming a crazy dream. I'd wake up in a few hours, and laugh it off if I even remembered it. Yeah...that's right. That's how things will go. I just need to pinch myself. That always works!
"...sir, why are you pinching yourself?" Saratoga asked worriedly, reaching out to pull my hand away from my arm.
"Because I'm dreaming," I replied, false cheer in my voice, "After all, I can't possibly be sitting with USS Saratoga. I have to be dreaming."
If there was worry in dream-Saratoga's eyes before, it was nothing compared to what was there now. She gently placed hands on my shoulders, sharp green eyes looking over my face carefully. If the situation were any different I'd probably be redder than the walls of this room. Which were pretty darn red, just saying. But right now, I was rather more focused on the whole 'got to wake up' situation.
"This isn't a dream sir," the 'carrier' spoke slowly, gently, "Solace will make sure you didn't hurt yourself, and you'll be right as rain."
"But I'm just dream..."
The woman shook me slightly, "This isn't a dream, trust me Admiral."
"But..."
Even as I tried to deny what she was saying, my heart wasn't in it. This wasn't like a dream...granted I never really remember them well, but I knew I never talked with a dream-person like this. Never felt soft hands on my shoulders, never stared into worried green eyes.
Oh God...I really was...
"Oh. You're right, I'm not drea..."
"Admiral!"
I didn't finish the sentence, my eyes rolling up as darkness claimed me. What a way to have my first fainting spell...
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I actually quite like the writing style.
I will be watching.
I will be watching.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
I know nothing of KanColle beyond it being full of moe ship girls, but this seems interesting enough so far. I'm curious what the plot shall end up being.
Oh, and welcome to the self insert club. Try to remember they're you, and yet not at once - they shape themselves through their experiences, which can have vastly different effects than your own life. An admiral would be seeing combat a lot, for example, so may be scared or have nightmares about war situations and battles at first.
Oh, and welcome to the self insert club. Try to remember they're you, and yet not at once - they shape themselves through their experiences, which can have vastly different effects than your own life. An admiral would be seeing combat a lot, for example, so may be scared or have nightmares about war situations and battles at first.
notanautomaton
I've got 99 quests, I've finished one
SI did not turn into a shipgirl/10
Jaberwocky ADM
HEATSINKS
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- Hyden Kentucky
Watched. The fandom grows. 
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Kancolle, but not on the same side of the planet as the other Admirals.
The USN/Pacific-verse, perhaps then?
Or maybe a joint fleet with more than just IJN girls?
Royal Navy and Kriegsmarine?
The USN/Pacific-verse, perhaps then?
Or maybe a joint fleet with more than just IJN girls?
Royal Navy and Kriegsmarine?
still_guns
For the Empire!
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- Bridge of ISS Conundrum
Awwww. I feel slightly disappointed that I found this so early into its life. Certainly watching this one though
Hammerheadcruiser
Eagle-1 my beloved
- Location
- Anaxes
Saratoga... USS CV3 Lexington aircraft carrier according to google. So yea, american admiral.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Aaaaand I just noticed now that the fic title itself contains the word "Pacific", despite having a Kancolle tagline.
At least it seems like Ms. "Fat Stacks" Saratoga is one of the SI's Carriers.
At least it seems like Ms. "Fat Stacks" Saratoga is one of the SI's Carriers.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
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- United States
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Thanks! It's good to know the writing style works.
Ironically enough, and this'll become apparent as it goes on, I'm not the most knowledgeable on the subject either. It's going to be fun when SI-me tries to work with that, despite not knowing things.
...that would not end well. Well, for me anyway.
Well I'm hoping it's amusing! When I'm not trying to be serious anyway.
Watched. The fandom grows.
Yup.
Kancolle, but not on the same side of the planet as the other Admirals.
The USN/Pacific-verse, perhaps then?
Or maybe a joint fleet with more than just IJN girls?
Royal Navy and Kriegsmarine?
Aaaaand I just noticed now that the fic title itself contains the word "Pacific", despite having a Kancolle tagline.
At least it seems like Ms. "Fat Stacks" Saratoga is one of the SI's Carriers.
Well, I didn't say where we were. Just that I have USN girls around. And while I'll use the Pacific-verse for inspiration/characters, I'm still in mainline Kancolle here.
The title is just because I'm horrible at making titles.
Well hopefully you like how it goes at least.
Yup on both counts.
Everyone: Thanks for the comments/likes! It's good to know the first chapter did well despite my inexperience in SI/1st person writing. Next chapter will be posted right after this!
Chapter 1
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
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Chapter 1:
"...I don't understand it. He was perfectly fine yesterday.""I can't find anything wrong with him either, for what that's worth. The Admiral seems perfectly healthy, and he didn't hit his head on the way down. Are you sure he wasn't just half-asleep?"
"No, even he can't sleep through my foghorn."
"Hm. Well, all I can suggest right now is that you keep an eye on him, and make sure nothing happens. Call me if something does."
"Will do."
Once again pretending to be asleep, I listened as the two women talked in low voices next to me. I still wasn't certain what had happened to me, and I needed clues. It was only keeping my mind focused on that keeping me from going crazy. And even then, I could feel the panic hiding just under the surface. The panic at the idea that I had been pulled from my home, and tossed into Kancolle of all things. I wasn't even overly familiar with it, not like Stargate or Star Wars. Or even Gundam. Hell, I barely even knew any of the characters outside the more popular ones!
Though, that didn't help me much when I felt the bed sink down slightly as a certain aircraft carrier sat on it. Saratoga, not even in that one fanwork with Enterprise yet. Now that I knew who she was I recognized her as similar in appearance to their Lexington, but that was it. I had no idea how to act around her, or how to react to the woman. And I was expected to command her and who knew how many other girls?
God, I had no idea what to do.
"You can stop pretending to be asleep Admiral."
Well, so much for that.
"How could you tell?" I asked, sitting up slowly.
Saratoga...
You know, I'm just calling her Sara now. Simpler.
Sara, sent me a flat look, though the somewhat familiar amusement was back in those green eyes, "I know you too well sir. I can tell when you're faking."
"Well. That's a new one."
"Except it isn't," Sara replied, "Sir, what happened? Why are you convinced..."
"That I was dreaming? That I don't remember you or Solace?"
The woman sighed softly, "Exactly that."
It was my turn to sigh in reply to that, "No idea."
Well, actually I do have an idea. But the question is, was my entire life the dream? Or did I really end up in a different universe?
I didn't have any answer to that question. No more than I had an answer to what had happened to me in the first place. Frankly, I was confused and more than a little worried, so one could forgive me for not having the answers that Sara wanted.
"You must have some idea Admiral. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Going to sleep," I replied slowly, wondering if I should clarify...
Might as well. I mean, better to get this out of the way now. Lying in an SI story is never a good idea, just gets people angry later. And since I feel like I'm stuck in one of those things...wellllll...
"In my dorm room. Back at college."
Sara's eyebrow went up, confusion clear in her face. An otherwise cute frown crossed it, as the 'carrier' was clearly thinking about what I said. While she did that, I chose instead to look around my room. Well, what appeared to be my room anyway. Now that I wasn't fainting or pretending to be asleep, I could actually focus on the little things. Such as if the 'me' in this universe- again, presuming that is actually what happened -was anything like, well, me. It would be rather unfortunate if I replaced someone completely unlike myself.
Luckily for me, nothing seemed out of place. A couple book shelves, stuffed high with both historical books and various novels. I could even pick out a few of my own favorites, like the Destroyermen series. There was a desk with a fancy desktop computer, much better than anything I could remember having. But the stack of CDs and old video games next to it were ones that I had back at home. Hell, the desk itself was the one that was currently gathering dust back home. Though, that model...was...
Oh my God. Is that a Daedalus? I think it is!
Ahem. My fanboying over the awesomely detailed model of my favorite starship aside, everything was either recognizable as my own, or something I could forsee having. Soooo...yeah. That was something, right?
"Sir," Sara's face still bore the frown, when she spoke up, "You haven't been at college since I found you there, months ago."
"Months? You found me? Huh?"
Eloquent questions aside, that was a strange statement to make.
"I'm starting to wonder if you did hit your head, and Solace just missed it," Sara's frown was replaced by a small smile, "Admiral, don't you remember? The first ships to come back were given the option of looking through both the military, and national colleges, to find someone to be our Admiral. I chose you, since you seemed like someone I could follow."
It was my turn to frown slightly, "No, I don't remember that actually. And you chose...me? I was never in the military, and the closest I ever got was old war stories and video games. I mean, I'm one hell of a Hearts of Iron player but that's not..."
"You always did sell yourself short Admiral," the fondness in her tone had me staring.
How close were we?
"But I don't know how you could forget about that. Maybe it will come back later?"
The thing was, I doubted it ever would. Unless I really had dreamed up my 'old' life, there wasn't any way I could remember. Well, I may develop suppressed memories of this life at some point, but best not to rely on that. That being said, failing that, I couldn't remember what I hadn't actually done. I mean, this was supposed to be fictional.
Man, how was I going to explain that?
Nothing for it, but to try. Maybe she won't think I'm crazy? Then again, better to be sent to a hospital for a few months, for mental issues of course, than being in command of a bunch of girls. I...don't know how I can handle that.
But when I tried to think of a way to break the news, my mind just couldn't do it. Nor could my heart, for that matter. I hated the idea of trying to explain to Sara, who seemed like quite a nice woman really, that she shouldn't exist. That things were fake, and I had to be living a nightmare. I just couldn't...couldn't think of the crushed expression. Or the being looked at like I was crazy.
Well, so much for my determination to not lie...
"Well, I hope it does come back," instead I plastered a weak, very fake, smile on my face.
"That makes both of us," Sara's smile was wider than mine, reaching her green eyes, "That being said, Admiral...if you don't remember meeting me, do you even remember who you're commanding?"
"Umm..." I scratched my head nervously, "No...?"
Sara sighed fondly, "Okay, well, in that case follow me. I can have Ranger get you the documents, and get you back up to speed sir. Maybe it'll jog that thick skull of yours and make you remember?"
"Hey, I resent that."
All I got was relieved laughter, as Sara got to her feet, holding out a hand to pull me up as well. Taking the hand, I couldn't help the small smile on my own face, despite the situation. Apparently my sense of humor had been the same.
Look at the positives!
Walking through the halls of 'my' base was an interesting experience in its own right. After spending some time to get dressed in a uniform- clearly, kicking Sara out of the room first -I had been looking around curiously. The dull walls screamed 'military', even if there hadn't been the typical signs over doors. A barracks here, an armory there...all very proper and military-ish. Rather less so were the girls who we passed in the hall, saluting in the case of the older ones, and waving cheerfully at their 'Admiral' in the case of the younger girls. Regardless of age though, all of them were distinctly not dressed in traditional uniforms.
Oh, sure, there was some commonality and overlap. Almost all of them had some form of military cap on their heads. And the vast majority wore a variation on the traditional white uniform, that one could see in old WW2 movies. But those uniforms were not...well, not militarily proper.
And that's putting things mildly. I think dear old Grandad would have a heart attack if he saw Lexington walking around in that...
Sara's sister was just the most notable example, in clothing that would better fit at a cosplay convention, if that. I was fairly certain she wasn't even wearing anything under that unbuttoned...
No! Don't pay attention to that! She's under my command, remember that.
At least Sara was wearing a disapproving expression, her own uniform more properly buttoned, even if she wore a similar skirt. It was only once we were past Lexington, that she sighed softly.
"I swear, one of these days I'll get Lex to button that thing," she muttered darkly.
I couldn't help a small laugh at that statement, "You've been trying?"
"Of course," Sara rolled her eyes, though it wasn't directed at me, "She's my older sister, and I wish she'd act the part. Then again, she's better than Hornet. How that girl gets away with it is beyond me."
"Hornet..."
Sifting through my memory of that Pacific thing, I felt my face heat up slightly. USS Hornet was rather...revealing, even compared to the other carrier girls.
"Exactly," the carrier next to me grinned, "And I see you at least remember something, Admiral. I wish it weren't Hornet though."
"That makes both of us," I parroted her words from earlier, garnering another laugh as we entered what I assumed was my office.
Only one girl was in it, sitting at a desk with a large stack of papers next to her computer. She looked up when we entered, pushing up her glasses slightly. Blue eyes stared out from behind them, as a lock of red hair fell between her eyes. The serious expression on her face vanished rather quickly though, when she realized who had shown up. The girl got to her feet, snapping her heels together as she gave a picture-perfect salute. She was probably the most proper one I had seen in that regard, especially with her equally properly pressed uniform shirt. Though her short blue skirt was as clear a sign as any she was a ship girl.
That, and unlike Sara- and Lexington for that matter -who both looked to be around my age, maybe slightly younger but certainly older than eighteen...this girl looked younger. Presuming she was Ranger, she looked closer to fourteen or fifteen at the high-end. Her rounded, teenage face had a trace of a smile on it when she finished the salute, as she smoothed down her uniform.
"Good to see you Admiral," the girl said, "when Solace was called to your room it worried me. It's very nice to see you're okay!"
"It's nice to be okay," I replied warily, trying to figure out why she looked younger. Before it hit me like the proverbial sledgehammer.
Ah...right. Ranger may be older than the Yorktowns, but she's definitely on the small-end for a Fleet Carrier. Maybe that's it?
While I was musing on that thought, Sara walked right past me, pulling Ranger to the side. The two girls started whispering about something or other, while I shook myself to get off the random tangent of thought. Instead, I looked at the pile of papers visible through the second door, leading to my office proper. I gulped at that, remembering something from my marathons of Stargate.
Paperwork, the bane of every commanding officer known to man.
Please, shoot me now.
"Admiral," instead, I had Sara waving a tablet in my face, "You need to stop zoning out like that. I can't always be around to wake you up."
The amusement in her tone just had me roll my eyes, recognizing a joke when I saw it- and latching onto something other than oh god all the paperwork!
"I'm guessing this is the list?" I asked.
She nodded slightly, "Yes. I'll be over here when you're done sir, then we can go to the scheduled training for today. Don't take too long, Ark doesn't like waiting. And even I don't like being on her bad side."
Ark...?
Putting that aside for the moment, I entered my office and sat down in the surprisingly comfy chair. Setting the tablet in my lap, I pulled up the program that Sara had left open.
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United States Seventh Fleet, Special Operations Division
Yokosuka, Japan
Commanding Officer: Commander Derek Jones. Second in Command: USS Saratoga (CV-3).
Assigned Warships:
Carriers-Fleet: USS Lexington (CV-2), USS Saratoga (CV-3), USS Ranger (CV-4)
Carriers-Light: USS Belleau Wood (CVL-24), USS Cowpens (CVL-25)
Battleships: USS Utah (BB-31), USS Arkansas (BB-33), USS New York (BB-34), USS Texas (BB-35)
Cruiser-Large: USS Guam (CB-2)
Cruiser-Heavy: USS Pensacola (CA-24), USS Salt Lake City (CA-25), USS Northampton (CA-26), USS Chester (CA-27), USS Louisville (CA-28), USS Chicago (CA-29) USS Houston (CA-30)
Cruiser-Light: USS Omaha (CL-4), USS Milwaukee (CL-5), USS Cincinnati (CL-6) USS Raleigh (CL-7), USS Concord (CL-10), USS Marblehead (CL-12), USS Atlanta (CL-51), USS Juneau (CL-52)
Destroyers:
Group 1: USS Wickes (DD-75), USS Philip (DD-76), USS Woolsey (DD-77), USS Evans (DD-78), USS Little (DD-79)
Group 2: USS Luce (DD-99), USS Maury (DD-100), USS Lansdale (DD-101), USS Mahan (DD-102), USS Walker (DD 163)
Group 3:
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By the time I hit the third destroyer group, my brain had more or less put itself into reboot mode. That many ships...that many girls...I was expected to command them all? Sara would help, sure. But...damn. I don't even curse and the idea of that managed to get me to do it, mentally at least. It should have been something I had expected...the United States Navy, especially the WW2 era one, was an ungodly amount of warships. This was a drop in the proverbial bucket, especially considering the Wickes and Clemson class destroyers- more or less the same, only minor differences in the long run -collectively were more than two freaking hundred in number. That was more than the entire WW2-era Japanese destroyer force. Alone.
Toss in the, oh, 500 or so interwar and war-built destroyers and...oh God. That's almost a thousand. Really drives home the scope of the USN, don't it?
Really, what I had here was nothing on that. It was probably enough to annoy the hell out of the Japanese Admiralty and ship girls, but...still. Nothing on what I imagined the USN had back home, because another thing had become apparent. Other than Guam, not one of these ships was what one could call 'modern' even by WW2 standards. I mean, Utah shouldn't even have weaponry if one assumed she came back as of Pearl...
"This is like the Asiatic Fleet..." I mused, choosing to focus on history instead of commanding, "We even have Houston and Marblehead. All of my girls- when did they become 'my girls'? -are older ships for the most part. We don't even have a Yorktown or a SoDak. That must mean..."
Oh politics, never change.
"I get it," sighing softly, I closed the tablet and leaned back in my seat, looking up at the ceiling, "we're old ships, sent here to have a token fleet to help the Japanese and whoever else has ship girls in this area. I'm guessing that, depending on how many came back..."
And if Greatest Generation was correct on the source of Abyssals...
"...the bet...no, the newer, ship girls are back home. Defending Hawaii and the coasts. After all, who'd waste the likes of Enterprise or Iowa out here when the Japanese probably have been doing perfectly fine on their own."
Sighing again, I rubbed my face, feeling a headache coming on. I had to do right by these girls, who were probably very well aware of the situation. I had no idea what to do...but I knew that much. No matter what else, I had to do the best I could.
I couldn't let them down.
AN: Yup, big fleet is big. But again...in the greater scheme of things, it's actually rather tiny. It's just the Japanese Navy (Kancolle or otherwise) isn't that large in comparison. Naturally, I'm not going to be focusing on each and every one of these girls. A select group will get more focus, because otherwise that's spreading things rather thin.
Just didn't see a way to justify being in Japan, unless enough ships had come back that the USN could afford it. And on top of that, if they could, the Asiatic Fleet Mk.2 would need to be decently large. That's my logic anyway *shrug*
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
So you're sitting in Japan as a friendly force sent by the US, to help the Japan fleets defend themselves from something known as the 'antagonists'? Hope you get your command skills up to par quick, else you'll be losing everyone you send out very quickly indeed.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
It's KanColle, for starters. And...uhh...that's all I know, the name. And that it involves shipgirls fighting something, and some guy commanding them known as the Admiral. Danbooru has images of a female variant of said admiral, so could be the job's not genderlocked?Look interesting, watched.
Can anyone tell me basic plot of CanColle? What I know is ship girl fight again undersea monster or ssomethin
Look interesting, watched.
Can anyone tell me basic plot of CanColle? What I know is ship girl fight again undersea monster or something
That's mostly it.
In some of the shortest I can get it, ship girls that have some connection to WW2 war ships fight sea monsters that may or may not also have a connection to old warships.
There's a bit more to it generally, but that's the most basic information needed.
VC Project
Infinite Possibilities at the Point of No Return
So...
What are you going to end up taking the antagonist role?
Standard KC Abyssal Fleet? Pacific's monster ships? WSG's antagonists? Greatest Gen's Abyssal Fleet? Kantocelle's ghost warships?
What are you going to end up taking the antagonist role?
Standard KC Abyssal Fleet? Pacific's monster ships? WSG's antagonists? Greatest Gen's Abyssal Fleet? Kantocelle's ghost warships?
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
The Admiral's short, short list of things to-do:
1) Brush up on naval tactics (optional?)
- The tactics to be used in the future might not be the same as regular naval ones, since the fleet's not composed of ships, but girls that are also ships.
2) Get up to speed with the rest of Seventh Fleet, Special Operations Division's members.
- Sure, you could just get Sara to compile a report, but that's different from actually meeting them and talking to them.
- Meeting ALL of the members wouldn't be feasible, so maybe just the squad leaders.
- Yes, that includes the Lexington class.
- No, don't let your sight linger on Lady Lexor any of her sisters's fat stacks a few more seconds than required. It's bad manners and Saratoga will toss disapproving looks your way.
3) Confirm the Special Operations Division's standing orders, both coming from the USN and the IJN/JMSDF, besides the engagement of Abyssals near Japanese waters.
- Assuming there already are ongoing missions for supply convoy escorts and off-shore oilfield patrols. If none, get to it. Can never have enough resources.
- The above means it's a job for Torpedo Squads (CLs and DDs).... and yes, we do know that USN had a ton of DDs available, even if they don't need to fight too much.
4) Never let up the training and equipment procurement.
- Especially for the Carriers and the Battleships, as they'll be carrying the rest of the fleets in combat.
etc.
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There should be more, but I'll end with that for now, IMHO.
Speaking of which, I see a few interesting girls in that selection.
The Northampton-class Heavy Cruisers seem pretty solid, from the looks of their records.
On the other hand... oh wow, good ol' Swayback Maru is here.
I've heard stories about her. Not to mention they all seemed to imply that she ran on Spiral Power or something.
1) Brush up on naval tactics (optional?)
- The tactics to be used in the future might not be the same as regular naval ones, since the fleet's not composed of ships, but girls that are also ships.
2) Get up to speed with the rest of Seventh Fleet, Special Operations Division's members.
- Sure, you could just get Sara to compile a report, but that's different from actually meeting them and talking to them.
- Meeting ALL of the members wouldn't be feasible, so maybe just the squad leaders.
- Yes, that includes the Lexington class.
- No, don't let your sight linger on Lady Lex
3) Confirm the Special Operations Division's standing orders, both coming from the USN and the IJN/JMSDF, besides the engagement of Abyssals near Japanese waters.
- Assuming there already are ongoing missions for supply convoy escorts and off-shore oilfield patrols. If none, get to it. Can never have enough resources.
- The above means it's a job for Torpedo Squads (CLs and DDs).... and yes, we do know that USN had a ton of DDs available, even if they don't need to fight too much.
4) Never let up the training and equipment procurement.
- Especially for the Carriers and the Battleships, as they'll be carrying the rest of the fleets in combat.
etc.
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There should be more, but I'll end with that for now, IMHO.
Speaking of which, I see a few interesting girls in that selection.
The Northampton-class Heavy Cruisers seem pretty solid, from the looks of their records.
On the other hand... oh wow, good ol' Swayback Maru is here.
I've heard stories about her. Not to mention they all seemed to imply that she ran on Spiral Power or something.
HarakoniWarhawk
Striking from the Skies
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A Chester class Cruiser? The first one fitted with Steam Turbines? Damn that's a old ship
Destroyermen reference for the win! It would be cool if Walker was the Destroyermen version instead of the RL one.
Atlanta class, some pretty heavy AA on those girls.
VC Project
Infinite Possibilities at the Point of No Return
For a supposedly outdated token fleet, you have a pretty good lineup of ships.
Check your supply lines and what you have in the way of R&D/Weapons Dev and other facilities. Also, get a sitrep on how the Japanese view your fleet. Because frankly, you have enough ships to cause JSDF hardliners apoplexy. Not to mention how the Kanmusu would view your Shipgirls...
Check your supply lines and what you have in the way of R&D/Weapons Dev and other facilities. Also, get a sitrep on how the Japanese view your fleet. Because frankly, you have enough ships to cause JSDF hardliners apoplexy. Not to mention how the Kanmusu would view your Shipgirls...
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
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More or less this, yes.
Look interesting, watched.
Can anyone tell me basic plot of CanColle? What I know is ship girl fight again undersea monster or something
Others answered this better than I could.
^Case in point.
A mix of standard KC and Greatest Gen, is what I'm currently aiming for.
The Admiral's short, short list of things to-do:
1) Brush up on naval tactics (optional?)
- The tactics to be used in the future might not be the same as regular naval ones, since the fleet's not composed of ships, but girls that are also ships.
2) Get up to speed with the rest of Seventh Fleet, Special Operations Division's members.
- Sure, you could just get Sara to compile a report, but that's different from actually meeting them and talking to them.
- Meeting ALL of the members wouldn't be feasible, so maybe just the squad leaders.
- Yes, that includes the Lexington class.
- No, don't let your sight linger on Lady Lexor any of her sisters's fat stacksa few more seconds than required. It's bad manners and Saratoga will toss disapproving looks your way.
3) Confirm the Special Operations Division's standing orders, both coming from the USN and the IJN/JMSDF, besides the engagement of Abyssals near Japanese waters.
- Assuming there already are ongoing missions for supply convoy escorts and off-shore oilfield patrols. If none, get to it. Can never have enough resources.
- The above means it's a job for Torpedo Squads (CLs and DDs).... and yes, we do know that USN had a ton of DDs available, even if they don't need to fight too much.
4) Never let up the training and equipment procurement.
- Especially for the Carriers and the Battleships, as they'll be carrying the rest of the fleets in combat.
etc.
======
There should be more, but I'll end with that for now, IMHO.
Speaking of which, I see a few interesting girls in that selection.
The Northampton-class Heavy Cruisers seem pretty solid, from the looks of their records.
On the other hand... oh wow, good ol' Swayback Maru is here.
I've heard stories about her. Not to mention they all seemed to imply that she ran on Spiral Power or something.
1. Funnily enough, I quite literally checked out books from my campus library on naval tactics/WW2 navies. Figure that SI me probably has the same, and I like being well-researched when I write.
Well, that and the books interest me anyway.
2. This is the plan, yes.
3. Again, yup, needs to be done.
4. Oh, like Ark would let me stop the training. That's going to be fun next chapter.
Different Chester actually.
I dunno, the only really good ships here are the carriers- excepting poor Ranger, who isn't the best -the heavy cruisers, the Atlanta sisters and Guam. The BBs range from ancient- Utah/Ark -to obsolete for most tasks- New York/Texas. I mean, Kancolle isn't real life, but compared to even the Pearl Harbor vets...
The Omaha and Wickes sisters are just as old, really. Good, solid ships...but old. Granted, I probably think too much in RL terms and not enough in Kancolle terms.
Numbers though, I do admit the problem there. I justify it as this being the only American ship girls in this part of the Pacific. And that means being stretched from the Philippines to Taiwan, to Japan. Which'll be coming up in later chapters, to be fair.
As for the Japanese Kanmusu...that's going to be fun. I can say there is significantly less problems than it would be if, say, we had Enterprise here. Though there is one in particular I'm planning on having fun with, in how she gets along with DesDiv6. World of Warships fans can probably guess that one.
(that was a long post...)
I look forward to seeing how your world has been constructed. It appears to be fascinating.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Well, the Kongou class were constructed around World War I, and were only refitted during the second one. That didn't stop them from being the workhorses of the IJN while their other BBs were either sitting at docks or being saved for some far-away "decisive naval battle/kantai kessen".
*coughYamatoHotelcough*
And as everyone else have already mentioned, the ones in your fleet aren't necessarily the only shipgirls the USN could spare, they're some of the shipgirls the USN could spare.
Some notable shipgirls in the fleet are AA experts, so I guess carrier battles would go easier.
However, direct dueling with tougher Abyssal Battleships (the Ru class, the Ta class, or godforbid, Battleship Princess or Re class), with the current BBs...
That might be too hard of a fight to get out of, even after considering massive losses.
And since it'll be tough to get more reinforcements from the mainland (fucking politics), the fleet will have to settle for the next best thing... relying on the USA's industrial and technological prowess.
Modernize the BBs and CVs as soon as possible, and get better firepower, armor and radar.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Would this be 2015 modernize or the latest for the time period you're in, which seems to be about WWII/1940~? Anything your history knowledge could bring to the table? Least, I think you have some of that, going by IC and author posts so far.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
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To be totally fair, the Kongo's are a rare breed. Though I do see the point, yes.
And yeah, the BBs are going to need major work if we want to get into direct gunfights with anything stronger than a cruiser.
Well, I don't think it's possible to stick ship girl sized variants of modern weapons on them. At least, not in the current canon.
That being said, I do have ideas on how they could be modernized with equivalent time-frame technology.