I sigh, forcing that abyssal whisper of my head. Fuck the abyss and everything they stand for... I'm so tired.. And these damn chains don't help. "...Hello.." I say, waving to the best of my ability despite those damned fucking chains binding my arms together. I.. well I'm keeping my rigging aimed away from the fleet, the guns actually aimed down into the ocean, trying to make it clear I am not hostile. I haven't even fired a single shot yet.
Damnit I want to find a place to curl up and sleep before my ex-Empress gets a bead on me... Damned Yandere Bitch will hunt me down to the ends of the earth once she gets even a hint of me..
I sigh, forcing that abyssal whisper of my head. Fuck the abyss and everything they stand for... I'm so tired.. And these damn chains don't help. "...Hello.." I say, waving to the best of my ability despite those damned fucking chains binding my arms together. I.. well I'm keeping my rigging aimed away from the fleet, the guns actually aimed down into the ocean, trying to make it clear I am not hostile. I haven't even fired a single shot yet.
Damnit I want to find a place to curl up and sleep before my ex-Empress gets a bead on me... Damned Yandere Bitch will hunt me down to the ends of the earth once she gets even a hint of me..
I blink, my cold demeanor cracking and falling apart at the sight of a small and cute little destroyer. Curse my maternal instincts she is adorable. I couldn't help but giving her a quick headpat.. Curse these chains. "Hello... Aren't you a cute one.. As for which ship I am? That's... Not the kind of thing I want to talk about on the open ocean, where tensions can run high and boil over easily, little one. I'd rather wait till we're on dry land to bring that up. Until then.. call me Sea Breeze, it's a accurate translation of part of my.. title." I smile softly, my voice warm.
I blink, my cold demeanor cracking and falling apart at the sight of a small and cute little destroyer. Curse my maternal instincts she is adorable. I couldn't help but giving her a quick headpat.. Curse these chains. "Hello... Aren't you a cute one.. As for which ship I am? That's... Not the kind of thing I want to talk about on the open ocean, where tensions can run high and boil over easily, little one. I'd rather wait till we're on dry land to bring that up. Until then.. call me Sea Breeze, it's a accurate translation of part of my.. title." I smile softly, my voice warm.
"Get used to it, Kid sister, This is the destroyer that called a Light Cruiser Princess 'Mama' because of who said Cruiser was." Henderson says, chuckling
"Get used to it, Kid sister, This is the destroyer that called a Light Cruiser Princess 'Mama' because of who said Cruiser was." Henderson says, chuckling
"If it helps.. Well I'm rogue would be the best way to describe it. Broke the.. mental effects the Abyss where having on me, decided I don't want to be a horrible person, made my.. 'minions' run off, before booking it." I yawn softly.
"Get used to it, Kid sister, This is the destroyer that called a Light Cruiser Princess 'Mama' because of who said Cruiser was." Henderson says, chuckling
"If it helps.. Well I'm rogue would be the best way to describe it. Broke the.. mental effects the Abyss where having on me, decided I don't want to be a horrible person, made my.. 'minions' run off, before booking it." I yawn softly.
"If it helps.. Well I'm rogue would be the best way to describe it. Broke the.. mental effects the Abyss where having on me, decided I don't want to be a horrible person, made my.. 'minions' run off, before booking it." I yawn softly
I silently sigh in my head as I let my shoulder be used as a crying pillow. I contemplate giving her more words of encouragement, but I can't think of anything to calm her down, so I just keep hugging her.
Maria's crying slows down, before she ultimately stops. She pulls her head out of your shoulder. "Sorry"
Her voice is still fairly quiet.
After a minute or two, you hear a loud clanging sound as someone trips over the door frame leading into the bridge. Something bounces fairly hard off of the back of your leg, and you hear someone doing their level best to avoid cursing while still sounding like they're cursing.
Looking down, the thing that bounced off your leg is an iPhone in a protective case.
Everyone else looks at the new comer, glances over at you, and then looks at the newcomer, who is in turn looking around in a very confused fashion. "Uh...."
Maria's crying slows down, before she ultimately stops. She pulls her head out of your shoulder. "Sorry"
Her voice is still fairly quiet.
After a minute or two, you hear a loud clanging sound as someone trips over the door frame leading into the bridge. Something bounces fairly hard off of the back of your leg, and you hear someone doing their level best to avoid cursing while still sounding like they're cursing.
Looking down, the thing that bounced off your leg is an iPhone in a protective case.
Everyone else looks at the new comer, glances over at you, and then looks at the newcomer, who is in turn looking around in a very confused fashion. "Uh...."
The newcomer blinks a bit, before shaking his head. "Because it's convenient, it integrates nicely with my iPad and Apple Watch, and I don't have the time to learn a completely new operating system."
Captain Smith looks between you two, then facepalms. "Sean, I'm guessing this person comes from the same time period you do?"
He then turns, and steps forward, extending a hand to shake. "Captain Jeremiah Smith, United States Navy."
The newcomer steps forward a bit, and returns the handshake. "Charles E. Goodwin. Mind me asking the year? I'm guessing some time in the first half of the 20th century."
The newcomer blinks a bit, before shaking his head. "Because it's convenient, it integrates nicely with my iPad and Apple Watch, and I don't have the time to learn a completely new operating system."
Captain Smith looks between you two, then facepalms. "Sean, I'm guessing this person comes from the same time period you do?"
He then turns, and steps forward, extending a hand to shake. "Captain Jeremiah Smith, United States Navy."
The newcomer steps forward a bit, and returns the handshake. "Charles E. Goodwin. Mind me asking the year? I'm guessing some time in the first half of the 20th century."
A voice crackles over the raidio, one heavily accented with a Freshwater/North Texan southern drawl
[Hey, Shiloh, Miss me?]
Between the beatings and shelling's from Johnston and Constitution, plus everyone else, The Abyssal's numbers have dropped considerably, From the nine Light Cruisers, Three Heavy Cruisers and Eighteen destroyers that had been there at the start, none are left. The only other "Hostiles" left, are Hood and two other Battlecruiser Princess's, who are weirdly not opening fire on the destroyer or Constitution, or Repulse.
[Big sister, we've have a friendly Queen in the vicinity!] Sullivans radios in
[Understood.]
Constitution rushes up and punches on of the Enemy Battlecruiser's, causing the mask of the cruiser to fall off, revealing a familiar face.
"Little sister!" The abyssal cruiser cry's out as she hugs Constitution.
"E-Eh?!"
"Connie..." The abyssal says, hugging the slightly smaller ship
"Con...Constellation? Big sister Constellation?!"
"Yes! I'm so happy you survived, Connie! How's Sara and Little Lex, or Little Shiloh and Gettysburg? Connie?"
"Sis, I got scrapped, Lex and Sara were converted to Carriers, and I don't know of a 'Shiloh' Or 'Gettysburg' being one of ours..."
"But...But..."
"Look, Big Sis, how about we make our way over there? To that carrier?"
