Overnight the world change.
Now there's a term that you usually hear in history books, and...
Now there's a term that you usually hear in history books, and...
Ship Wrangling (Kantai Collection)
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Overnight the world change.
Now there's a term that you usually hear in history books, and usually it applies to things that are only obvious in hindsight. That night, well that night something fundamental change in the universe.
They say that they came from the ocean depths. And like the demons they are they attacked, and attacked everywhere at once. Pearl Harbor, Tokyo Bay, Brest, Portsmouth, New York, Norfolk, Yokosuka, Kure, Sunderland, Port of London, Chesapeake Bay, Los Angeles, Xiamen… The list was endless, and no ones knows the butcher bill from ships at sea. The first weeks were nothing but confusion as governments pointed fingers at each other as the populace tried to pick the pieces from the attacks, which wasn't helped at all by the follow up raids.
The combine navies of the world tried to fight back doing their damn best, but as one news commentator put it, "The Abyssals show up uninvited, rise hell, and fade away. Leaving nothing but bodies for the arriving cavalry." Another liken it to a too small blanket, covering up one part uncovered another for an attack, a legacy of the post Cold War budget cuts. Even when the naval forces cornered the Abyssals, as they started to be called, their weapons seemingly didn't work right. Missile, the go to weapon for over forty years, missed their guidance systems scrambled by what some say the supernatural natural of their target's. When they did hit, well, the damage done was below expectations. The fact that the ships could only carry so many missile of the various types compounded the problem as battles were lost when the Allied naval fleets were force to retreated when they ran out. Didn't help that most missiles cost as much as a new ship.
The second battle of Tokyo Bay was nearly a bloodbath with the defenders drawn off to support calls of distress from other areas, it was defenseless. Then out of the smoke from the burning fuel dumps, they appeared, guns blazing as they charge into battle to protect their country once more. They were like warrior goddesses of old, the shipgirls, humanize representations of warships from bygone times. The Fuso sisters, the mother of the modern destroyers Fubuki, the first purpose built aircraft carrier Houshou along with both the Ternryuu class light cruisers, Tenryuu and Tatsuta. Together they drove back the Abyssal fleet many times their numbers.
Across the world other countries soon found some of their most famous or infamous naval ships return. During the Second battle of the Thames River, as the British battle line was going to collapse, reinforcements came in the form of the legendary super dreadnaught Warspite. Her fifteen inch guns bellowing as she charged up the river taking out targets left, right and center. The museum ship Belfast also joined in, lending her six inch guns to the rapidly increasing melee as the modern vessels of the Royal Navy attacked with renew vigor, crushing the surviving abyssals.
Across the Atlantic at the Chesapeake Bay, Coast Guard and Navy vessels in conjunction with artillery from the Army and air support from the Air Force fought tooth and nail as the Abyssals tried to once again to break though to attack the United States capital and inland by the rivers emptying to the bay, doing their best to stall them until the Second Fleet carrier task force arrive. As the Abyssal fleet regrouped for another attacked, they found them selves being having to dodge torpedoes launched from the USS William D. Porter DD-579, the infamous Fletcher class that nearly killed FDR with a torpedo. Her sneak attacked drove the abyssals into range of the United States Army artillery which they been stand fastly avoiding throughout the battle. The reason why became apparent when the angry revenge seeking artillery men swiftly sent barrages of shells and rockets until their barrels turned red. This combine with a quickly sent up line of warships and cutters trapped them there as the Air Force attacked targets of opportunity, sinking every last one of them.
On that day the world change again, for better or worst only time will tell…"
Excepted from the first page of the dairy of United States Army Chief Warrant Officer Five Eric "Chief" Zaiz. Four years into the Abyssal War.
1234!@#$%&^%$#@!
"Take the girls out, to do some target practice. It'll be simple, she said, ferry them out, watch them shoot some killer tomatoes, she said. You'll back before retreat sounds. WELL THAT SURE AS HELL PANED OUT!" I flinched as several bullets went whistling over my head, embedding in the fiberglass hull of the go fast, just missing the knocked out coxswain. Out the corner of my eye I saw a Freedom class LCS moving at what most be full speed with all guns blazing. I saw someone on the bridge wing who pumped their fist as we passed each other.
"Chief get out of here!" Helena called over the radio.
"No I thought I stay around and fish, I'M WAY AHEAD OF YOU!" was my reply as I pushed the little boat for all its worth, my gps watch helpfully telling me that I was pushing sixty miles an hours. I was moving.
A series of bangs like some massive misfiring engine cause me to glance back. Helena apparently upon learning that I was getting clear, decided to show why she was called the 'Machine Gun Cruiser' by the Japanese in the second world war. Each one of her fifteen six inch guns launched a hundred and thirty pound projectile at a rate of nearly fifteen a minute at two Abyssal destroyers. She walk the shells across one then onto the other showing why that type of warship is call tin-cans as they evaporated under the assault.
Turning back I cursed as like the demon of the deep it is, an Abyssal battleship broke the surface in front of the boat. I cut the throttle and throw the boat into a hard left that's probably is in the do not do section the boating manual. The boat skipped to stopped within touching distance of the black chitinous hull. Unconsciously my eyes roved over its hull picking the barely visible lines of a pre-dreadnought class battleship. It rang a familiar bell in my mind. A bell that was soon blocked out by what I 'heard'.
"̵We ͠r͏e҉me̡m̀ber yo͡u ̴Z̨a͟iz.̛ W͏e͠ ̡kno̕ẃ ̛yo̵u͟.҉ Yo̸ú ̸th̕in̢k ̸yoù ca͠n͝ ̶he̸l͢p t̡ḩe͟m?̛ ̷W͡e̷ ͢going͏ to͞.͘.."
The roar of the twin outboards engines and the jolt of the boat accelerating causing me to shake my head. I shook a glance at the throttle as the boat rocked past the stern of the Abyssal battleship. I didn't remember moving my hand, which was still holding the wheel in a white knuckle grip. The wounds from Pearl still throbbing with the sudden pain that was slowly fading away.
A glance to the coxswain showed that he was still breathing and the bleeding on his armed all but stopped. A heart stopping crack of thunder and the low hiss of shell overhead had me dropping below the console. I could just see the shells hit the water in front of the boat.
"Clever girl." was the only thing I could say before everything went black.
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Helena gave a savage grin as several torpedoes from Ward finished off the last Abyssal destroyer. The beast had been able to dodge her several of her shots but left itself open to torpedo strike from the little Wickes class who sneaked around behind it.
She did a quick head count, noting with satisfaction that no one was hurt or damage in the LCS case.
"BATTLESHIP TO OUR SOUTH!"
The shout had her twisting around on her axis, turrets swinging every which way trying to acquire the target.
What she found felt like one of the battleship twelve inch shells hitting her in the gut. Near the hull picking up speed was a go fast. Chiefs Zaiz's go fast. As it passed the stern, it shot for the safety of the nearby island and the protection of the Army's artillery.
"He's not going to make it," she mumble as she saw the aft gun barrels depressed. The destroyers were out of range, her turrets were out of position and the LCS had nothing that could hurt it.
She saw through her rangefinders chief's form duck, the shells passing harmlessly overhead. She immediately know it wasn't so harmless when she saw where the shells hit. Her fears were proven when the boat was blown into the sky on two columns of water kicked up by the exploding shells. Her heart sunk when she caught sight of two figures going flying.
"CHIEF!"
The shout brought Helena attention to their little group most trouble member. USS Stewart, DD-224, the so called phantom destroyer had the most issue thanks to her history and was one of the closest to the attached Army Warrant Officer. Reaching out Helena snag Stewart's collar as she pasted.
"Wait a second Stewart! Sound off! Who have any torpedoes left? Cause we need to kill this thing fast if we want to have any chance to save them."
"I've got some headed you way. ETA… Now."
The radio call came right when her radar started to call contacts. Looking, she saw six TBM Avengers and twelve F6F Hellcats thundering over the island scrapping treetop level. Within seconds they were on the battleship like a pact of wolves.
Four of the Avengers splintered off gaining altitude while the rest of the flight went to work.
The other two Avengers came in low and slow gracefully dodging the pitful amount of anti-aircraft fire aimed their way, to skillfully drop a torpedo on a text book run. Not to be out done, the Hellcats pull up before nosing over into a shallow dive. Their six fifty caliber machine guns sent tracers that were used to find the angle before several 'Holy Moses' rockets leaped from their wings and slam onto the deck, shattering turrets, and sending the superstructure aflame. A few seconds past before two geysers of water exploded on the side from the torpedoes, giving it a rapidly increasing list.
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"It must of gotten a hole to its magazine cause it then exploded. Following that we split up looking for both Warrant Officer Eric Zaiz and the Petty Officer Third class John Reed as Sara's planes kept over watch. About ten minutes later William D. Porter found Petty Officer Reed and took him to the USS Little Rock. Five minutes later Chief Zaiz was found by Ward and also taken to the LCS. From there we made best speed to Pearl Harbor since the Little Rock's helicopter ate a four inch shell. Barring the injuries sustained by the chief and petty officer and lost helicopter, all the ambushing Abyssals were destroyed with no lost of combat capability to allied ships, Captain," Helena finished her report to Captain Casey who nodded.
"I need to report this to Command, from you description and the pictures you showed me, that Abyssal was a Virginia class pre-dreadnought. Unless someone been withholding information, that's the newest form the Abyssals have taken. A good six years newer," Captain Casey trailed off thinking. "Good work Helena. Take the destroyers to the chow hall and get something to eat, I know you're hungry."
"Yes ma'am, through I think that Phoenix just got shanghai by Stewart or vice verse… Hard to tell with those two sometimes…"
"Let me guess, to go to the hospital?"
"First salvo hit ma'am..."
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"Alright, here he is," the doctor said. "He was conscience when he came in until we put him on the pain medication, which knocked him out. Wasn't that much."
Phoenix nodded with a grin. "Yeah… That usually happens, he'll be up in bit if he isn't now. What is his injuries doc?"
"Nothing major surprisingly, deep bruising all over the body, couple hairline fractures in his ribs, and minor concussion. We think that both he and the Petty Officer were unconscious since they suffer similar injuries, not counting the shrapnel wounds on the Petty Officer," the Doctor said. "After he wakes up we need to do some more tests, but he should be good to go."
"Thanks doc, you can go now, I'm sure you're needed else where."
Phoenix watch as he close the door before letting Stewart go. Who all but teleported to the bed with their friend in it. Freezing just before reaching the edge of the bed, Phoenix noted that she seem to check herself before reaching out to grab his hand.
"This is my fault-Ouch!" Stewart started before a slapped on the back of the head by Phoenix stopped her.
"Oi, don't go starting that up again. Chief join back when the Army was still doing nine months deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan. He knows the risks Stewart, his old MOS was and still is consider a high value target. He also told me command did give him option to refuse this job, but here he is," Phoenix said giving the destroyer a look. "I may not know exactly know what he told you on that beach that calmed you down. But I'm willing to bet that it was something along the lines of choose for yourself? Well… He chose this and from what I heard of that battle there was nothing any of us let alone you could have done. Well, maybe Wes Vee could since she's a battleship could have one shot that thing but that's besides the point. The point I'm trying to get at is don't blame yourself."
"But-"
"'But' Nothing you thick headed destroyer. Ow," came a growl from the beds occupant who was leveling himself into a sitting position. Only to be knocked back down as the destroyer glomped him, earning a hiss of pain.
"Chiefyou'reokay!IsawyougoflyingandthenIcouldn'tfindyou!..."
"Easy Stewart, ribs hurt."
"Sorry!"
Pheonix gave a small smile as the little Clemson fulled her friend in what happen when he was out. 'Now,' she thought, 'Where is that doctor? Pretty sure he'll want to do those test and get out...'
Now there's a term that you usually hear in history books, and usually it applies to things that are only obvious in hindsight. That night, well that night something fundamental change in the universe.
They say that they came from the ocean depths. And like the demons they are they attacked, and attacked everywhere at once. Pearl Harbor, Tokyo Bay, Brest, Portsmouth, New York, Norfolk, Yokosuka, Kure, Sunderland, Port of London, Chesapeake Bay, Los Angeles, Xiamen… The list was endless, and no ones knows the butcher bill from ships at sea. The first weeks were nothing but confusion as governments pointed fingers at each other as the populace tried to pick the pieces from the attacks, which wasn't helped at all by the follow up raids.
The combine navies of the world tried to fight back doing their damn best, but as one news commentator put it, "The Abyssals show up uninvited, rise hell, and fade away. Leaving nothing but bodies for the arriving cavalry." Another liken it to a too small blanket, covering up one part uncovered another for an attack, a legacy of the post Cold War budget cuts. Even when the naval forces cornered the Abyssals, as they started to be called, their weapons seemingly didn't work right. Missile, the go to weapon for over forty years, missed their guidance systems scrambled by what some say the supernatural natural of their target's. When they did hit, well, the damage done was below expectations. The fact that the ships could only carry so many missile of the various types compounded the problem as battles were lost when the Allied naval fleets were force to retreated when they ran out. Didn't help that most missiles cost as much as a new ship.
The second battle of Tokyo Bay was nearly a bloodbath with the defenders drawn off to support calls of distress from other areas, it was defenseless. Then out of the smoke from the burning fuel dumps, they appeared, guns blazing as they charge into battle to protect their country once more. They were like warrior goddesses of old, the shipgirls, humanize representations of warships from bygone times. The Fuso sisters, the mother of the modern destroyers Fubuki, the first purpose built aircraft carrier Houshou along with both the Ternryuu class light cruisers, Tenryuu and Tatsuta. Together they drove back the Abyssal fleet many times their numbers.
Across the world other countries soon found some of their most famous or infamous naval ships return. During the Second battle of the Thames River, as the British battle line was going to collapse, reinforcements came in the form of the legendary super dreadnaught Warspite. Her fifteen inch guns bellowing as she charged up the river taking out targets left, right and center. The museum ship Belfast also joined in, lending her six inch guns to the rapidly increasing melee as the modern vessels of the Royal Navy attacked with renew vigor, crushing the surviving abyssals.
Across the Atlantic at the Chesapeake Bay, Coast Guard and Navy vessels in conjunction with artillery from the Army and air support from the Air Force fought tooth and nail as the Abyssals tried to once again to break though to attack the United States capital and inland by the rivers emptying to the bay, doing their best to stall them until the Second Fleet carrier task force arrive. As the Abyssal fleet regrouped for another attacked, they found them selves being having to dodge torpedoes launched from the USS William D. Porter DD-579, the infamous Fletcher class that nearly killed FDR with a torpedo. Her sneak attacked drove the abyssals into range of the United States Army artillery which they been stand fastly avoiding throughout the battle. The reason why became apparent when the angry revenge seeking artillery men swiftly sent barrages of shells and rockets until their barrels turned red. This combine with a quickly sent up line of warships and cutters trapped them there as the Air Force attacked targets of opportunity, sinking every last one of them.
On that day the world change again, for better or worst only time will tell…"
Excepted from the first page of the dairy of United States Army Chief Warrant Officer Five Eric "Chief" Zaiz. Four years into the Abyssal War.
1234!@#$%&^%$#@!
"Take the girls out, to do some target practice. It'll be simple, she said, ferry them out, watch them shoot some killer tomatoes, she said. You'll back before retreat sounds. WELL THAT SURE AS HELL PANED OUT!" I flinched as several bullets went whistling over my head, embedding in the fiberglass hull of the go fast, just missing the knocked out coxswain. Out the corner of my eye I saw a Freedom class LCS moving at what most be full speed with all guns blazing. I saw someone on the bridge wing who pumped their fist as we passed each other.
"Chief get out of here!" Helena called over the radio.
"No I thought I stay around and fish, I'M WAY AHEAD OF YOU!" was my reply as I pushed the little boat for all its worth, my gps watch helpfully telling me that I was pushing sixty miles an hours. I was moving.
A series of bangs like some massive misfiring engine cause me to glance back. Helena apparently upon learning that I was getting clear, decided to show why she was called the 'Machine Gun Cruiser' by the Japanese in the second world war. Each one of her fifteen six inch guns launched a hundred and thirty pound projectile at a rate of nearly fifteen a minute at two Abyssal destroyers. She walk the shells across one then onto the other showing why that type of warship is call tin-cans as they evaporated under the assault.
Turning back I cursed as like the demon of the deep it is, an Abyssal battleship broke the surface in front of the boat. I cut the throttle and throw the boat into a hard left that's probably is in the do not do section the boating manual. The boat skipped to stopped within touching distance of the black chitinous hull. Unconsciously my eyes roved over its hull picking the barely visible lines of a pre-dreadnought class battleship. It rang a familiar bell in my mind. A bell that was soon blocked out by what I 'heard'.
"̵We ͠r͏e҉me̡m̀ber yo͡u ̴Z̨a͟iz.̛ W͏e͠ ̡kno̕ẃ ̛yo̵u͟.҉ Yo̸ú ̸th̕in̢k ̸yoù ca͠n͝ ̶he̸l͢p t̡ḩe͟m?̛ ̷W͡e̷ ͢going͏ to͞.͘.."
The roar of the twin outboards engines and the jolt of the boat accelerating causing me to shake my head. I shook a glance at the throttle as the boat rocked past the stern of the Abyssal battleship. I didn't remember moving my hand, which was still holding the wheel in a white knuckle grip. The wounds from Pearl still throbbing with the sudden pain that was slowly fading away.
A glance to the coxswain showed that he was still breathing and the bleeding on his armed all but stopped. A heart stopping crack of thunder and the low hiss of shell overhead had me dropping below the console. I could just see the shells hit the water in front of the boat.
"Clever girl." was the only thing I could say before everything went black.
===========================
Helena gave a savage grin as several torpedoes from Ward finished off the last Abyssal destroyer. The beast had been able to dodge her several of her shots but left itself open to torpedo strike from the little Wickes class who sneaked around behind it.
She did a quick head count, noting with satisfaction that no one was hurt or damage in the LCS case.
"BATTLESHIP TO OUR SOUTH!"
The shout had her twisting around on her axis, turrets swinging every which way trying to acquire the target.
What she found felt like one of the battleship twelve inch shells hitting her in the gut. Near the hull picking up speed was a go fast. Chiefs Zaiz's go fast. As it passed the stern, it shot for the safety of the nearby island and the protection of the Army's artillery.
"He's not going to make it," she mumble as she saw the aft gun barrels depressed. The destroyers were out of range, her turrets were out of position and the LCS had nothing that could hurt it.
She saw through her rangefinders chief's form duck, the shells passing harmlessly overhead. She immediately know it wasn't so harmless when she saw where the shells hit. Her fears were proven when the boat was blown into the sky on two columns of water kicked up by the exploding shells. Her heart sunk when she caught sight of two figures going flying.
"CHIEF!"
The shout brought Helena attention to their little group most trouble member. USS Stewart, DD-224, the so called phantom destroyer had the most issue thanks to her history and was one of the closest to the attached Army Warrant Officer. Reaching out Helena snag Stewart's collar as she pasted.
"Wait a second Stewart! Sound off! Who have any torpedoes left? Cause we need to kill this thing fast if we want to have any chance to save them."
"I've got some headed you way. ETA… Now."
The radio call came right when her radar started to call contacts. Looking, she saw six TBM Avengers and twelve F6F Hellcats thundering over the island scrapping treetop level. Within seconds they were on the battleship like a pact of wolves.
Four of the Avengers splintered off gaining altitude while the rest of the flight went to work.
The other two Avengers came in low and slow gracefully dodging the pitful amount of anti-aircraft fire aimed their way, to skillfully drop a torpedo on a text book run. Not to be out done, the Hellcats pull up before nosing over into a shallow dive. Their six fifty caliber machine guns sent tracers that were used to find the angle before several 'Holy Moses' rockets leaped from their wings and slam onto the deck, shattering turrets, and sending the superstructure aflame. A few seconds past before two geysers of water exploded on the side from the torpedoes, giving it a rapidly increasing list.
_____________________________________________________
"It must of gotten a hole to its magazine cause it then exploded. Following that we split up looking for both Warrant Officer Eric Zaiz and the Petty Officer Third class John Reed as Sara's planes kept over watch. About ten minutes later William D. Porter found Petty Officer Reed and took him to the USS Little Rock. Five minutes later Chief Zaiz was found by Ward and also taken to the LCS. From there we made best speed to Pearl Harbor since the Little Rock's helicopter ate a four inch shell. Barring the injuries sustained by the chief and petty officer and lost helicopter, all the ambushing Abyssals were destroyed with no lost of combat capability to allied ships, Captain," Helena finished her report to Captain Casey who nodded.
"I need to report this to Command, from you description and the pictures you showed me, that Abyssal was a Virginia class pre-dreadnought. Unless someone been withholding information, that's the newest form the Abyssals have taken. A good six years newer," Captain Casey trailed off thinking. "Good work Helena. Take the destroyers to the chow hall and get something to eat, I know you're hungry."
"Yes ma'am, through I think that Phoenix just got shanghai by Stewart or vice verse… Hard to tell with those two sometimes…"
"Let me guess, to go to the hospital?"
"First salvo hit ma'am..."
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"Alright, here he is," the doctor said. "He was conscience when he came in until we put him on the pain medication, which knocked him out. Wasn't that much."
Phoenix nodded with a grin. "Yeah… That usually happens, he'll be up in bit if he isn't now. What is his injuries doc?"
"Nothing major surprisingly, deep bruising all over the body, couple hairline fractures in his ribs, and minor concussion. We think that both he and the Petty Officer were unconscious since they suffer similar injuries, not counting the shrapnel wounds on the Petty Officer," the Doctor said. "After he wakes up we need to do some more tests, but he should be good to go."
"Thanks doc, you can go now, I'm sure you're needed else where."
Phoenix watch as he close the door before letting Stewart go. Who all but teleported to the bed with their friend in it. Freezing just before reaching the edge of the bed, Phoenix noted that she seem to check herself before reaching out to grab his hand.
"This is my fault-Ouch!" Stewart started before a slapped on the back of the head by Phoenix stopped her.
"Oi, don't go starting that up again. Chief join back when the Army was still doing nine months deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan. He knows the risks Stewart, his old MOS was and still is consider a high value target. He also told me command did give him option to refuse this job, but here he is," Phoenix said giving the destroyer a look. "I may not know exactly know what he told you on that beach that calmed you down. But I'm willing to bet that it was something along the lines of choose for yourself? Well… He chose this and from what I heard of that battle there was nothing any of us let alone you could have done. Well, maybe Wes Vee could since she's a battleship could have one shot that thing but that's besides the point. The point I'm trying to get at is don't blame yourself."
"But-"
"'But' Nothing you thick headed destroyer. Ow," came a growl from the beds occupant who was leveling himself into a sitting position. Only to be knocked back down as the destroyer glomped him, earning a hiss of pain.
"Chiefyou'reokay!IsawyougoflyingandthenIcouldn'tfindyou!..."
"Easy Stewart, ribs hurt."
"Sorry!"
Pheonix gave a small smile as the little Clemson fulled her friend in what happen when he was out. 'Now,' she thought, 'Where is that doctor? Pretty sure he'll want to do those test and get out...'
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Ship Wrangling (Kantai Collection)
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Ship Wrangling (Kantai Collection)
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Water splashed about my head as I broke the surface. The acid staunch of burning flesh and the screams of the dieing welcomed me. To my left was was the Arizona Memorial, burning. The crack of large caliber guns had me driving back below the water using the metal turret to pull my self down deeper. Reaching the hull proper I kicked off towards island. A small part of me wonder if this counts as disrespect to the dead, before the thought was squished by memory of the fact that they were military also. As such would probably yelled at me for not using the old battleship for cover.
I swam as fast as I could while trying to stay under as long as I can. Well that was the plan, and as the old saying goes it didnt survived the enemy. Cause something grabbed my leg. Something black as the darkest night and looking far to much like a tentacle for my liking was wraped around my leg, pulling me back to the black depth past the hulk of the Arizona. Panicing, I kicked and grabbed at the tentacle trying to get free. As I past the decayed deck of the Arizona a piece of metal caught my eye and with no better options I grabbed at it and pulling it free in the process. Now armed and with lungs burning, I stabbed at it with all my strength.
As it cut into the tentacle I hear, more like felt, a scream of pain from deeper in to the harbor. I didn't think on it as I shot for the surface needing air. I gasp for breath as I surface, the noxious fumes from fires not even registering. Glancing around I saw that a storm had blown in out of nowhere that with the glow of fires casting an eerie gloom across the harbor. A flash of lighting illuminated cause, several squatted ugly looking ships.
Monitors, and something else that I couldn't make out was faning out across the harbor from the channel. I don't know what they are or who they are, only that they were very hostile and that I am very fucking out of my element as an army soldier.
So I did the sane thing and swam.
I then heard a sound that all soldiers know to fear. The high pitch whistling of incoming, and from experience it was going to be…
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Jerking awake, Chief Eric Zaiz groan as his alarm blared its daily ritual, before a hand found it and slapped it into submission as he sat up.
"Fucking memories. Well another wake up and I'm still alive. Great day already." he mumble putting on his physical fitness uniform on.
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Muttering obscurities about birds, Zaiz jogged into the old hanger that was converted into a combine workshop slash living areas for the newly returned shipgirls when it was decided to station them at Pearl Harbor. Nodding at the zombie out Tennessee as she made her way to the showers, Zaiz went in through the open door to the workshop, his domain as some call it. Replacing his multicam coat with an old well wore ACU coverall, Zaiz booted up an old military laptop to start working on his unoffical job caused by working with shipgirl, making them upgrades.
"Let see here what are we going to do today… AA? Yeah that sound good. Who needs the AA… Tennessee. Hmm, could put some auto seven sixes here, but that means cutting into that casemate… Can't slapped them on the top cause of balance, can't just swapped them out cause of angles. Or maybe.."
"Ahem"
"Gahd!" Zaiz was so engrossed with his work he didn't notice a Navy Seaman walking in. "Goddamnit! Has anyone ever told you not to sneak up on a soldier? Good way to get hurt."
"Eh… No sir!"
"Well dont be shy. You are…?"
"Seaman Sarah Collins, Sir! I was told that I am going to be working with you now."
"God you so new you squeak. Ok, first off. I'm not a sir, I actually work, Chief or Zaiz works.
Second off, relax. I literally got this rank three months ago, and I wasn't ever that big on formalities to begin with, so unless someone outranking me comes in here, relax," Zaiz said as he wave at her to drop the parade rest position. "Three just because I'm relax on certain things does not mean to loss your mind. Already gave several others the boot for everything from SHARP to malingering, not afraid to add another. Show up on time, be in the right uniform and be smart about things everything should be fine.
Four. If you feel the need to leave just tell me and I have you transfer within the week.
Five. Don't be offended if I don't remember your name. I'm horrible with names and have had some horrible experiences with you predecessors, so I may actually care to remember if you last longer then a week."
With a hidden smirk at Collins face as she took in what Zaiz said, he noted with approval that she recovered her bearing quickly.
Good, he thought. That will help her if she lasts longer then two weeks.
She took a good look around the workshop, eyes lingering on several items of interested which included several welders, a surgical table, a home built forge and a refurbished 5'/60 barrel, before resting on the US Army patch on my chest.
"I… Understand si-Chief. If you don't mind me asking… Uh if you don't mind me asking, but why..." She trailed off as she thought of a good way to ask her question.
"Am I, an Army grunted, working in a whats basically the most navy program of ever?" Fortunately for her Zaiz had zero issues with being blunt.
"Yes. Chief."
"Long story short, the Shipgirls asked for me. Speaking of them. What do you know of shipgirls?" he asked in interest.
"The shipgirls are the anthropomorphic representation of out of date warships."
"They actually made that the military definition didn't they?" Zaiz said with a snort. "Continue."
"They are beings of unidentified nature who have the same capabilities as their namesake hulls did..."
Chief Zaiz gave the Seaman a good long look, waiting for her to say more before rolling his eyes. "Word from someone who been in for nearly six years, don't be afraid to say that you don't know something. Just say, 'I dont know sir, but I will find out.' Nothing bad will happen. Now you told me what the offical story is. Tell me what YOU know of them."
Scrunching up her face Collins thought about it. "I only know what Ive found online. And I'm not willing to trust that."
"Perfect! Cause odds are that what you read is probably wrong," Zaiz said with a grin. "Cause I have been working on them for the last six months and I still aint a hundred percent sure on how they work. Just that they do."
"Ok, sir."
"Good, now thats out of the way-"
"WHO THE NEW GIRL!?" Interrupted husky feminine voice, that was very loud.
"Goddamnit Tennessee..." Chief muttered as Collins with instincts still well honed from basic, locked up in the position of attention.
"Well are you going to introduce me to your new assistant Chief?" Tennessee ask with an impish grin.
"I'll introduce you mouth to my welder… AHEM, Seamen Collins this is the armor cruiser USS Tennessee hull number ACR-10. The lead ship of whats probably the most powerful armor cruiser class built," Chief replied with an eye roll, as said armor cruiser peer. "She also the residential pain in my ass. Always getting in trouble." That got him a glare.
"Now thats not true..."
"Really, I remember the first week I was here this..."
"Now-now no need to tell her of that yet. So if I had some… Questionable ideas, who haven't?" Tennessee said sheeplishly. "Its a pleasure to meet you Seaman," she finished holding out her hand.
"A pleasure ma'am," Seaman Collins replied as she shook herself out of her stupor before grasping Tennessee's hand.,
"Please… Call me Tennessee or Cee."
"She also answer to Memphis!" Zaiz said as he mess with some equipment that was sitting on a nearby table.
Tennessee shook her head before tossing a bolt at the Warrant. Who yelped as is whizzed by his ear. "Ignore him. He still shaken up from what happen yesterday."
"What happened yesterday?'
"Abyssal bullshit happen as I was watch some of the girls shoot yesterday," came the reply from the army warrant. "Which reminds me. Have you done coxswain school?"
"Yes Chief."
"Good, I'll show you later where and how to dispatch a vehicle. Cause apperantly I can't drive Navy craft even if I do have the Army's version of coxswain training."
"O-K," Collins said unsure. "The Army has coxswains?"
"Yelp, 88 Kilos, Watercraft Operator. The Army's hidden M-O-S. Thru I' was originally a 13 Romeo, Field Artillery Firefinder Radar Operator. But before I got transfer here, I did the six week training course. They thought it will come in handy," Chief replied. "I agreed but apparently no one told the Navy about them, so my cert is not recognize. And since we are using the navy boats..."
Collins nodded as she connected the dotes. She may not have been in long but she has been long enough to see some of the more bonehead rules enforce by the military. She murmur "What the Navy says go..."
"Exactly," Tennessee said. "He could borrow the local Army watercraft if he wanted to but..."
"They got enough on their plate as is without me stepping on their toes via yanking one of their craft." Zaiz answered the unasked question.
"So… Who else is here? I met Captain Casey and you two but everyone else?" Collins ask after a few moments.
This question had Zaiz and Tennessee sharing grins that sent shivers down her spin.
"Now where is the fun in that? So tell me about how much naval history you know."
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A pair of magenta color eyes look to the sun, thru slightly cloud by pain, the intelligence behind them ran equations that anyone with a knowledge of navigation by the sun and the moon will know easily.
"One more day… Just one more day and we be there. Just need to last one more day. You can do that my friend, you have to."
AN: Sorry bout the wait, but this chapter was like pulling teeth. I remember when I could write this out in a day. As always betas are welcome, the one I got hasn't been seen for while.
I swam as fast as I could while trying to stay under as long as I can. Well that was the plan, and as the old saying goes it didnt survived the enemy. Cause something grabbed my leg. Something black as the darkest night and looking far to much like a tentacle for my liking was wraped around my leg, pulling me back to the black depth past the hulk of the Arizona. Panicing, I kicked and grabbed at the tentacle trying to get free. As I past the decayed deck of the Arizona a piece of metal caught my eye and with no better options I grabbed at it and pulling it free in the process. Now armed and with lungs burning, I stabbed at it with all my strength.
As it cut into the tentacle I hear, more like felt, a scream of pain from deeper in to the harbor. I didn't think on it as I shot for the surface needing air. I gasp for breath as I surface, the noxious fumes from fires not even registering. Glancing around I saw that a storm had blown in out of nowhere that with the glow of fires casting an eerie gloom across the harbor. A flash of lighting illuminated cause, several squatted ugly looking ships.
Monitors, and something else that I couldn't make out was faning out across the harbor from the channel. I don't know what they are or who they are, only that they were very hostile and that I am very fucking out of my element as an army soldier.
So I did the sane thing and swam.
I then heard a sound that all soldiers know to fear. The high pitch whistling of incoming, and from experience it was going to be…
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Jerking awake, Chief Eric Zaiz groan as his alarm blared its daily ritual, before a hand found it and slapped it into submission as he sat up.
"Fucking memories. Well another wake up and I'm still alive. Great day already." he mumble putting on his physical fitness uniform on.
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Muttering obscurities about birds, Zaiz jogged into the old hanger that was converted into a combine workshop slash living areas for the newly returned shipgirls when it was decided to station them at Pearl Harbor. Nodding at the zombie out Tennessee as she made her way to the showers, Zaiz went in through the open door to the workshop, his domain as some call it. Replacing his multicam coat with an old well wore ACU coverall, Zaiz booted up an old military laptop to start working on his unoffical job caused by working with shipgirl, making them upgrades.
"Let see here what are we going to do today… AA? Yeah that sound good. Who needs the AA… Tennessee. Hmm, could put some auto seven sixes here, but that means cutting into that casemate… Can't slapped them on the top cause of balance, can't just swapped them out cause of angles. Or maybe.."
"Ahem"
"Gahd!" Zaiz was so engrossed with his work he didn't notice a Navy Seaman walking in. "Goddamnit! Has anyone ever told you not to sneak up on a soldier? Good way to get hurt."
"Eh… No sir!"
"Well dont be shy. You are…?"
"Seaman Sarah Collins, Sir! I was told that I am going to be working with you now."
"God you so new you squeak. Ok, first off. I'm not a sir, I actually work, Chief or Zaiz works.
Second off, relax. I literally got this rank three months ago, and I wasn't ever that big on formalities to begin with, so unless someone outranking me comes in here, relax," Zaiz said as he wave at her to drop the parade rest position. "Three just because I'm relax on certain things does not mean to loss your mind. Already gave several others the boot for everything from SHARP to malingering, not afraid to add another. Show up on time, be in the right uniform and be smart about things everything should be fine.
Four. If you feel the need to leave just tell me and I have you transfer within the week.
Five. Don't be offended if I don't remember your name. I'm horrible with names and have had some horrible experiences with you predecessors, so I may actually care to remember if you last longer then a week."
With a hidden smirk at Collins face as she took in what Zaiz said, he noted with approval that she recovered her bearing quickly.
Good, he thought. That will help her if she lasts longer then two weeks.
She took a good look around the workshop, eyes lingering on several items of interested which included several welders, a surgical table, a home built forge and a refurbished 5'/60 barrel, before resting on the US Army patch on my chest.
"I… Understand si-Chief. If you don't mind me asking… Uh if you don't mind me asking, but why..." She trailed off as she thought of a good way to ask her question.
"Am I, an Army grunted, working in a whats basically the most navy program of ever?" Fortunately for her Zaiz had zero issues with being blunt.
"Yes. Chief."
"Long story short, the Shipgirls asked for me. Speaking of them. What do you know of shipgirls?" he asked in interest.
"The shipgirls are the anthropomorphic representation of out of date warships."
"They actually made that the military definition didn't they?" Zaiz said with a snort. "Continue."
"They are beings of unidentified nature who have the same capabilities as their namesake hulls did..."
Chief Zaiz gave the Seaman a good long look, waiting for her to say more before rolling his eyes. "Word from someone who been in for nearly six years, don't be afraid to say that you don't know something. Just say, 'I dont know sir, but I will find out.' Nothing bad will happen. Now you told me what the offical story is. Tell me what YOU know of them."
Scrunching up her face Collins thought about it. "I only know what Ive found online. And I'm not willing to trust that."
"Perfect! Cause odds are that what you read is probably wrong," Zaiz said with a grin. "Cause I have been working on them for the last six months and I still aint a hundred percent sure on how they work. Just that they do."
"Ok, sir."
"Good, now thats out of the way-"
"WHO THE NEW GIRL!?" Interrupted husky feminine voice, that was very loud.
"Goddamnit Tennessee..." Chief muttered as Collins with instincts still well honed from basic, locked up in the position of attention.
"Well are you going to introduce me to your new assistant Chief?" Tennessee ask with an impish grin.
"I'll introduce you mouth to my welder… AHEM, Seamen Collins this is the armor cruiser USS Tennessee hull number ACR-10. The lead ship of whats probably the most powerful armor cruiser class built," Chief replied with an eye roll, as said armor cruiser peer. "She also the residential pain in my ass. Always getting in trouble." That got him a glare.
"Now thats not true..."
"Really, I remember the first week I was here this..."
"Now-now no need to tell her of that yet. So if I had some… Questionable ideas, who haven't?" Tennessee said sheeplishly. "Its a pleasure to meet you Seaman," she finished holding out her hand.
"A pleasure ma'am," Seaman Collins replied as she shook herself out of her stupor before grasping Tennessee's hand.,
"Please… Call me Tennessee or Cee."
"She also answer to Memphis!" Zaiz said as he mess with some equipment that was sitting on a nearby table.
Tennessee shook her head before tossing a bolt at the Warrant. Who yelped as is whizzed by his ear. "Ignore him. He still shaken up from what happen yesterday."
"What happened yesterday?'
"Abyssal bullshit happen as I was watch some of the girls shoot yesterday," came the reply from the army warrant. "Which reminds me. Have you done coxswain school?"
"Yes Chief."
"Good, I'll show you later where and how to dispatch a vehicle. Cause apperantly I can't drive Navy craft even if I do have the Army's version of coxswain training."
"O-K," Collins said unsure. "The Army has coxswains?"
"Yelp, 88 Kilos, Watercraft Operator. The Army's hidden M-O-S. Thru I' was originally a 13 Romeo, Field Artillery Firefinder Radar Operator. But before I got transfer here, I did the six week training course. They thought it will come in handy," Chief replied. "I agreed but apparently no one told the Navy about them, so my cert is not recognize. And since we are using the navy boats..."
Collins nodded as she connected the dotes. She may not have been in long but she has been long enough to see some of the more bonehead rules enforce by the military. She murmur "What the Navy says go..."
"Exactly," Tennessee said. "He could borrow the local Army watercraft if he wanted to but..."
"They got enough on their plate as is without me stepping on their toes via yanking one of their craft." Zaiz answered the unasked question.
"So… Who else is here? I met Captain Casey and you two but everyone else?" Collins ask after a few moments.
This question had Zaiz and Tennessee sharing grins that sent shivers down her spin.
"Now where is the fun in that? So tell me about how much naval history you know."
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A pair of magenta color eyes look to the sun, thru slightly cloud by pain, the intelligence behind them ran equations that anyone with a knowledge of navigation by the sun and the moon will know easily.
"One more day… Just one more day and we be there. Just need to last one more day. You can do that my friend, you have to."
AN: Sorry bout the wait, but this chapter was like pulling teeth. I remember when I could write this out in a day. As always betas are welcome, the one I got hasn't been seen for while.
