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Taffy 3 - A Kantai Collection Quest - Midway
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Taffy 3 - Rise and Shine, Johnston.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
It was late October when you fell. A looong time ago. You had gone down swinging against a much larger opponent. Gave them a right nasty bloody nose too, at the end of it even the enemy commander was saluting you.
But it hurt you know? To lose like that. You gave it everything you had and still it wasn't enough. Maybe that's why you opened your eyes on that crisp Washington morning, maybe fate was giving you another chance to give it all you had. The States was hurting, bad. These new enemies could move in and out of engagements like ghosts from the past.
And they hit hard. Within a week of their first appearance, Pearl was a smoldering wreck for the second time in a century, the naval base there having been targeted by these...Abyssals. Newer ships couldn't seem to keep track of the small darting destroyers or the ghastly forms of their cruisers, never mind getting a missile lock.
Still they were relentless and had pushed hard into the Eastern Pacific. And where they went, squalls and disrupted radio followed. Worried snippets managed to come across the shortwave in Alaska from Russia: Japan was under attack too. Still throughout it all the Navy did what it could, but before long San Diego and L.A. were under siege, hellacious looking bombers hitting the drydocks there.
And that's when the first one came back. U.S.S. Atlanta in all her glory burst out of the San Diego Bay, her Dual Purpose Twin mounted 5" guns wreaking havoc on the Abyssal planes. They withdrew and before long another girl followed Atlanta. Tall with long, straight blonde hair and a proud bold white 39 stitched across her blazer, Arizona was to become the centerpiece for the Defense of San Diego.
But for now the Coast is safe, how long that lasts you won't know. But you do know one thing,
You are the USS Johnston, DD-557, and you were going to do your duty to God and Country.
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The first one sees you at a little bit past 0900 on a Saturday as you cruise into the Bremerton Naval Yard. Excited words and stares follow you as you ease up to one of the docks. And you look a pretty sad sight too. Your once pristine shirt and skirt ripped and torn in all manner of places, a big black eye, your radar's been knocked over and you're pretty sure that your stockings are all but gone too. The little bit of armor plating you had is holed, rusted, shot through and pretty much non existent. Your number 1 turret droops lazily, a massive gash running through it. To top it all off, you've lost your hat so now your brown locks fly behind you in a streamer.
But for all that; you still float, for all that you still have your Pride. You look up to the seaman on the pier, locking emerald eyes onto blue. His mouth flaps a few times...
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[] What do?
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Hullllo SV. I come bearing the latest plot bunny that will NOT STOP YELLING IN MY HEAD. Don't expect too much out of me pls.
Thanks to the artist over on danbooru.
If someone wants to give her longer hair and green eyes I'd give you likes. Thank you panda.
Canon Johnston has arrived with the latest event. I'll keep the original up for a while so people can see it but eventually, I'll have changed everything over story wise.
It's not quite how she looks, but pixelfriend over on 4chin's art is too good to not use
But it hurt you know? To lose like that. You gave it everything you had and still it wasn't enough. Maybe that's why you opened your eyes on that crisp Washington morning, maybe fate was giving you another chance to give it all you had. The States was hurting, bad. These new enemies could move in and out of engagements like ghosts from the past.
And they hit hard. Within a week of their first appearance, Pearl was a smoldering wreck for the second time in a century, the naval base there having been targeted by these...Abyssals. Newer ships couldn't seem to keep track of the small darting destroyers or the ghastly forms of their cruisers, never mind getting a missile lock.
Still they were relentless and had pushed hard into the Eastern Pacific. And where they went, squalls and disrupted radio followed. Worried snippets managed to come across the shortwave in Alaska from Russia: Japan was under attack too. Still throughout it all the Navy did what it could, but before long San Diego and L.A. were under siege, hellacious looking bombers hitting the drydocks there.
And that's when the first one came back. U.S.S. Atlanta in all her glory burst out of the San Diego Bay, her Dual Purpose Twin mounted 5" guns wreaking havoc on the Abyssal planes. They withdrew and before long another girl followed Atlanta. Tall with long, straight blonde hair and a proud bold white 39 stitched across her blazer, Arizona was to become the centerpiece for the Defense of San Diego.
But for now the Coast is safe, how long that lasts you won't know. But you do know one thing,
You are the USS Johnston, DD-557, and you were going to do your duty to God and Country.
=========
The first one sees you at a little bit past 0900 on a Saturday as you cruise into the Bremerton Naval Yard. Excited words and stares follow you as you ease up to one of the docks. And you look a pretty sad sight too. Your once pristine shirt and skirt ripped and torn in all manner of places, a big black eye, your radar's been knocked over and you're pretty sure that your stockings are all but gone too. The little bit of armor plating you had is holed, rusted, shot through and pretty much non existent. Your number 1 turret droops lazily, a massive gash running through it. To top it all off, you've lost your hat so now your brown locks fly behind you in a streamer.
But for all that; you still float, for all that you still have your Pride. You look up to the seaman on the pier, locking emerald eyes onto blue. His mouth flaps a few times...
=========
[] What do?
=========
Hullllo SV. I come bearing the latest plot bunny that will NOT STOP YELLING IN MY HEAD. Don't expect too much out of me pls.
Thanks to the artist over on danbooru.
Canon Johnston has arrived with the latest event. I'll keep the original up for a while so people can see it but eventually, I'll have changed everything over story wise.
It's not quite how she looks, but pixelfriend over on 4chin's art is too good to not use
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Sightedjt
Everlasting Flames
[x] Salute the sailor and grin back. You got the bastards.
[x] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water
Assuming that yes we did win the fight, given we're still floating, and that the actual docks for shipgirl repair are out of the harbour so we're not stuck waiting in that berth with nothing to do for hours.
@Dirtnap ^?
[x] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water
Assuming that yes we did win the fight, given we're still floating, and that the actual docks for shipgirl repair are out of the harbour so we're not stuck waiting in that berth with nothing to do for hours.
@Dirtnap ^?
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Johnston_(DD-557)
Have a wiki link on the USS Johnston.
Also relevant
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[x] Salute the sailor and grin back. You got the bastards.
[x] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water.
Wankeeeeeeeeeeeeer*
*Yes that's what I hear.
[x] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water.
Wankeeeeeeeeeeeeer*
*Yes that's what I hear.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[X] Salute the sailor.
[X] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water. Spose you're home again. Sorta.
changing
[X] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water. Spose you're home again. Sorta.
changing
Omake - The Liberty Ships.
- Location
- America
Liberty ships. (semi-unfinished)
T-AK-00332 was a liberty ship. She cost all of three fuel, 8 bauxite, and one ammo to construct and had a build time of 30 seconds. She was lightly equipped and lightly armored with no radar, no sonar, no fire control computers, and only a 4 inch gun and a 20mm machinegun to her name. She didn't even have a proper name, only a serial number. She was terribly slow at only 11.5 knots, and she had little if anything going for her.
She was built to last 6 months.
It was a miracle if any of them lasted two weeks.
As she steamed into Bremerton Naval Yard, she wondered if it would be possible to get herself decommissioned and retire to someplace in Kansas, after all, she was technically considered a veteran. She had made a voyage to Japan to deliver resources and was bringing back intelligence that the Japanese had gathered. Two voyages. She had already paid for herself twice over.
The journey hadn't been all without loss though, in fact, they had lost a lot already. The convoy had set out with 165 liberty ships, escorted by a single heavy cruiser, two light cruisers, two destroyers, and three escort carriers. The abyssal ships had raided and sortied against the convoy, slowly picking off liberty ships every once in a while while the escorts tried their hardest to save them.
Convoy-0-7-Alpha, that was it's name. By the time they had steamed into Kure shipyards in Japan, 47 ships had slipped beneath the waves.
Convoy duty for the american merchant fleet was one of the most taxing missions a shipgirl could ever be assigned to. This was partially because of the stresses of patrolling among the convoy fleet and trying to interdict the Abyssals before they could do too much damage and partially because more often than not, they failed to save at least one of the liberty ships. Veterans of the convoys often saw dozens of shipgirls die under their watch, saw life slip away as a girl died in their arms. That was particularly stressful for anyone involved
On this journey though, it was particularly harsh. The information had been disseminated among the entire convoy fleet to make sure that it would have a better chance of reaching the americans if a shipgirl carrying it died. The Abyssals for some reason really really hadn't wanted that information to get out and raided mercilessly.
Of the 165 ships that had set off one day on a trip to Japan, 22 made it home alive. Two of the escorts had died to make sure that the information would get back to america, USS Oakland and USS Guadalcanal had traded their lives for that of enemy battleships when they had loaded themselves up with ammunition and made suicide runs, culminating in ramming attacks and detonating the ammo in their magazines.
As the broken remains of the convoy mustered up the rest of their energy to make the final leg of their journey, T-AK-00332 looked back at her companions. The eyes of the escorts, though sharp and watchful, were rimmed with dark spots and lined by sadness, different from the eyes of the liberty ships whose eyes were dull and glazed over from trauma.
She hoped that whatever intel they had brought back would be worth it.
T-AK-00332 was a liberty ship. She cost all of three fuel, 8 bauxite, and one ammo to construct and had a build time of 30 seconds. She was lightly equipped and lightly armored with no radar, no sonar, no fire control computers, and only a 4 inch gun and a 20mm machinegun to her name. She didn't even have a proper name, only a serial number. She was terribly slow at only 11.5 knots, and she had little if anything going for her.
She was built to last 6 months.
It was a miracle if any of them lasted two weeks.
As she steamed into Bremerton Naval Yard, she wondered if it would be possible to get herself decommissioned and retire to someplace in Kansas, after all, she was technically considered a veteran. She had made a voyage to Japan to deliver resources and was bringing back intelligence that the Japanese had gathered. Two voyages. She had already paid for herself twice over.
The journey hadn't been all without loss though, in fact, they had lost a lot already. The convoy had set out with 165 liberty ships, escorted by a single heavy cruiser, two light cruisers, two destroyers, and three escort carriers. The abyssal ships had raided and sortied against the convoy, slowly picking off liberty ships every once in a while while the escorts tried their hardest to save them.
Convoy-0-7-Alpha, that was it's name. By the time they had steamed into Kure shipyards in Japan, 47 ships had slipped beneath the waves.
Convoy duty for the american merchant fleet was one of the most taxing missions a shipgirl could ever be assigned to. This was partially because of the stresses of patrolling among the convoy fleet and trying to interdict the Abyssals before they could do too much damage and partially because more often than not, they failed to save at least one of the liberty ships. Veterans of the convoys often saw dozens of shipgirls die under their watch, saw life slip away as a girl died in their arms. That was particularly stressful for anyone involved
On this journey though, it was particularly harsh. The information had been disseminated among the entire convoy fleet to make sure that it would have a better chance of reaching the americans if a shipgirl carrying it died. The Abyssals for some reason really really hadn't wanted that information to get out and raided mercilessly.
Of the 165 ships that had set off one day on a trip to Japan, 22 made it home alive. Two of the escorts had died to make sure that the information would get back to america, USS Oakland and USS Guadalcanal had traded their lives for that of enemy battleships when they had loaded themselves up with ammunition and made suicide runs, culminating in ramming attacks and detonating the ammo in their magazines.
As the broken remains of the convoy mustered up the rest of their energy to make the final leg of their journey, T-AK-00332 looked back at her companions. The eyes of the escorts, though sharp and watchful, were rimmed with dark spots and lined by sadness, different from the eyes of the liberty ships whose eyes were dull and glazed over from trauma.
She hoped that whatever intel they had brought back would be worth it.
TheBleachDoctor
Secretly a Cat
- Location
- The Plane of Infinite Kittens
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Salute the sailor.
[X] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water. Spose you're home again. Sorta.
[X] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water. Spose you're home again. Sorta.
Taffy 3 - Meet Hoel.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
[X] Salute the sailor.
[X] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water. Spose you're home again. Sorta.
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You give the bewildered man a smirk and bring your hand up in a text book salute. "What's a matter sailor, ain't seen a girl down on her luck before?"
"HAWAH YOU TALK!" the man responds, still utterly flabbergasted that you are...there.
You scowl back at him then break your salute, "Sure do, petty officer. Now move." The less said about your grumbling about not treating a lady right the better.
He jumps back at the heat in your voice and fumbles for the radio in his waist band. You don't hear much as he all but runs back towards a cluster of hastily constructed buildings, but catch the words 'another one'. With a grunt you lever yourself out of the cool waters of the Puget Sound and onto the rough wooden planks. It hurts to move that much and your already abused hull groans a little. With a grimace you fumble with the latch around your waist, a minute later you are rewarded with a thunk as the majority of the weight on your back falls down on the pier. You turn just a little and look across the Sound. There's home, Seattle. I wonder if my old slip is there. Wouldn't that be someth- your internal monologue is interrupted by the hammering of feet on the wooden pier. You turn to look and a smile makes your emerald eyes crinkle.
"JOHNSTON!" A voice calls as the footsteps pound ever closer, "Ohmigod you're back you're back and yaaay~!"
You're hit amidships by a red-headed blur, fast enough she almost knocks you back into the Sound. "Easy there, Hoel, yeah I'm back." Her arms tighten around you and you return the hug with the same ferocity. The USS Hoel, DD-533, was a Fletcher just like you. Of course she was a Cali girl, having been laid down in San Fran, but you never held it against her. She was honest and lively, a real go-getter. You almost forgot how much you missed her and your other sisters.
"Johnston, you're really back! I thought I was gonna be the only one for forever because no one else came but you're here! And I'm not alone anymore and the Navy guys are really nice and and," her voice starts to break as she realizes something. "Goddammit Johnston it was so cold..." She sniffles once, buries her head in your neck and squeezes you tight enough that your bulkheads groan, even as tears leak out of her eyes.
"E-easy on the hull, Hoel, I need to dock some kinda bad," you wheeze as your try and pry her off a little. Right...you forgot she was kinda clingy. But that's what you get when you are mass produced. Still she lets go and you sigh in relief, "Now c-can ya help me up? Need to go r-report in and all."
Hoel's crimson eyes blink a few times and she shakes her head, "Nuh uh, you're going straight to the docks, missy." You start to protest only to be cut short, "No buts! You're looking pretty beat up...just like I did. So c'mon we're getting you to the dock. If the guys say anything I'll beat em up, not gonna have you looking that bad in front of the Admiral."
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An hour later you're cleaned up and in front of a modest desk. A few photos reside there and as you take in the rest of the room, the feeling that this was setup up in a hurry intensifies. Slapdash construction, that wall is tilting, that window is crooked, the uneven floor, and worst of all the prefabricated smell. Your nose wrinkles as you wait for the admiral...it's been half an hour already...and you were bored before you sat down.
[] Snoop a little?
-[] where to snoop
[] Don't snoop, wait patiently.
[X] Go to your berth and drag yourself out of the water. Spose you're home again. Sorta.
======
You give the bewildered man a smirk and bring your hand up in a text book salute. "What's a matter sailor, ain't seen a girl down on her luck before?"
"HAWAH YOU TALK!" the man responds, still utterly flabbergasted that you are...there.
You scowl back at him then break your salute, "Sure do, petty officer. Now move." The less said about your grumbling about not treating a lady right the better.
He jumps back at the heat in your voice and fumbles for the radio in his waist band. You don't hear much as he all but runs back towards a cluster of hastily constructed buildings, but catch the words 'another one'. With a grunt you lever yourself out of the cool waters of the Puget Sound and onto the rough wooden planks. It hurts to move that much and your already abused hull groans a little. With a grimace you fumble with the latch around your waist, a minute later you are rewarded with a thunk as the majority of the weight on your back falls down on the pier. You turn just a little and look across the Sound. There's home, Seattle. I wonder if my old slip is there. Wouldn't that be someth- your internal monologue is interrupted by the hammering of feet on the wooden pier. You turn to look and a smile makes your emerald eyes crinkle.
"JOHNSTON!" A voice calls as the footsteps pound ever closer, "Ohmigod you're back you're back and yaaay~!"
You're hit amidships by a red-headed blur, fast enough she almost knocks you back into the Sound. "Easy there, Hoel, yeah I'm back." Her arms tighten around you and you return the hug with the same ferocity. The USS Hoel, DD-533, was a Fletcher just like you. Of course she was a Cali girl, having been laid down in San Fran, but you never held it against her. She was honest and lively, a real go-getter. You almost forgot how much you missed her and your other sisters.
"Johnston, you're really back! I thought I was gonna be the only one for forever because no one else came but you're here! And I'm not alone anymore and the Navy guys are really nice and and," her voice starts to break as she realizes something. "Goddammit Johnston it was so cold..." She sniffles once, buries her head in your neck and squeezes you tight enough that your bulkheads groan, even as tears leak out of her eyes.
"E-easy on the hull, Hoel, I need to dock some kinda bad," you wheeze as your try and pry her off a little. Right...you forgot she was kinda clingy. But that's what you get when you are mass produced. Still she lets go and you sigh in relief, "Now c-can ya help me up? Need to go r-report in and all."
Hoel's crimson eyes blink a few times and she shakes her head, "Nuh uh, you're going straight to the docks, missy." You start to protest only to be cut short, "No buts! You're looking pretty beat up...just like I did. So c'mon we're getting you to the dock. If the guys say anything I'll beat em up, not gonna have you looking that bad in front of the Admiral."
======
An hour later you're cleaned up and in front of a modest desk. A few photos reside there and as you take in the rest of the room, the feeling that this was setup up in a hurry intensifies. Slapdash construction, that wall is tilting, that window is crooked, the uneven floor, and worst of all the prefabricated smell. Your nose wrinkles as you wait for the admiral...it's been half an hour already...and you were bored before you sat down.
[] Snoop a little?
-[] where to snoop
[] Don't snoop, wait patiently.
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TheBleachDoctor
Secretly a Cat
- Location
- The Plane of Infinite Kittens
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Snoop
I knew exactly which ship you were talking about with just this, strangely enough. Captain Evans on his... Second command, I think. Second action of the war as well.
Although, I'm not certain a single cruiser is a "right nasty" bloody nose. Just saying.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
I'm gonna pull this straight from the wiki on the Battle off Samar
wiki said:
In less than 20 minutes the USS Johnston, USS Samuel B Roberts, and the USS Hoel managed to force 2 heavy cruisers to retire and a battleship to turn away. That's a pretty bloody nose from a pair of DDs and a Destroyer Escort.
But for reference the 'bloody nose' was breaking the bow of Kumano off.
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Chimeraguard
We do deserve to exist.
Heavy Cruiser IIRC.
And considering that Cruiser she crippled had over four times the tonnage and I think 2-3 times the crew complement, it was a bloody nose.
Only disappointed we're not the Samuel B. Roberts.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
If you were Sammy, you'd be the Gearing class radar picket. Because being a Destroyer Escort would be nightmare mode.