Sara Tan, USS
Saratoga
Commander's Office, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii
Morning
Another day, another mission
And so, Thalia and Massachusetts made their way to the commander's office, however despite the latter's expectations, Thalia accepted her reassignment. Before Massachusetts could even speak up, it was too late. She did however, manage to get a mailing address to speak to Thalia on occasion, small victories.
For the rest, it was an easy night, Lion finding a room for herself as well as a change of clothes, before being led to the kitchen for Mamie's meal. With a delicious meal eaten, they set off to bed. Rechniul and Albacore, Hood and the British Bismark, Eskimo and Haida, Prinz Eugen and the normal Bismarck, Gambier Bay and Fir, Wichita and Maria, Agano and Shigure, Davis and Jouett, Princeton and Red Castle; they all shared a room. The remainder all claimed individual rooms. Alamo and Cypher meanwhile, were nowhere to be found for anyone searching for them.
Early the next morning, several girls found themselves waking up to an oddity: the British Bismarck, Gambier Bay, Princeton and Red Castle had all vanished. A small note was left detailing that they'd been selected for their own mission and had left early, as well as some complaints from Princeton and Red Castle about not getting to stick around much. There was little time to ponder on this subject however, as the remaining shipgirls were called to the Commander's office for yet another mission.
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As I made my way to the office, I bumped into Yamato, Haida, and medusa, The two smaller ships chattering in excitement, while Yamato has a stern look on her face. Right, this would be her first go as a shipgirl. should be a learning experience. That was about as much time as i had to contemplate before we set foot in the office.
"Salt Lake City Reporting for duty!" I stated, giving him a salute, I think that's what I'm supposed to do, right?
Once more, I find myself called in for a mission. Once more, I'm called to help the others in beating back the Abyssals. I may have to be the flagship once more. Even after being in two battles myself, the nerves don't leave me-
"No need to be so gloomy, sis!" Lex, walking by my side, suddenly tells me.
"Huh?" I ask her. Was she that good at reading my mood? I guess so. Then again, she is my sister...
"Your face says a lot. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just some butterflies, that's all."
"Don't worry, I have those, too. Everyone does. But we can do this. We have each other, sis." She gives me a pat on the shoulder and a smile.
"We do." It's nice to have her support. "I may have to be the flagship again..."
"You can do it! You weren't too bad last time."
"That one Abyssal submarine got away, though." If I had searched more, and considered the midget's actions more, I could have seen through the ruse.
She gives me a warm hug. "It fooled all of us, not just you. It'll be okay, sis. We can bounce back."
"But now they know our fleet. They'll bring more aircraft and AA. They'll do CAPs." I can't help but consider it a failing to let them adapt to us.
"Yeah, and we'll meet those with all we've got. We're not going to give up, are we?"
"Of course not! We can't afford to." Not with people's lives on the line.
"So we'll do our best, okay? None of us are perfect. Back in the war, we made many mistakes, but we learned from them, didn't we?"
"Yeah," I answered. The USN did refine their art of war as the battles raged on, and their system was well-geared for that.
"So this is no different. Now, we know. We can do this, okay?"
"...Okay." I nod, and give a small smile of my own as she lets go of me.
Along the way, we come across a certain battlecruiser who looks a bit confused. "Excuse me," Hood says. "But may I know where the Commander's office is?" Maybe she got herself lost?
"Oh, we're going there right now. Just follow us." I answer.
Later, we walk through the doorway of the aforementioned office. Among the ships present is Salt Lake City, and what she momentarily brings to mind is a blinding flash of light, which I dispel with a slight shake of my head.
As my companions salute and address the commander, I do the same. "Saratoga, reporting."
