my group is currently being tossed around like the sheets on Winter's bed when he and Erika have fun at night.
Fun fact. Despite the frame being made out of Carbon Nanotube Buckypaper-reinforced Titanium and Wolfram (Tungesten), it still manages to break.
Astrid is at a loss as to how to fix this problem. She already consulted with Akashi, Yuubari, and South Dakota.
Anyway,
The question is though, how would we enter? We're sort of not in range of any of you, if Erika's upgraded RADAR range is to go by.
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"Goddamn GCM. Goddamn GTM. Goddamn it all."
"Can't get a solid lock on our coordinates or our temporal displacement?" Erika asked, leaning on one of the huge guns on her ship.
"Nope," I reply, sighing. "It looks like Sky Sentry doesn't exist here. Nor do any of the other satellites that I use to get a good lock on our location and time. I guess we'll have to see if we can use the stars to figure out the year, then work from there." I let out a soft whine as I close the holographic screen. "For all the good I've said that my ComCom could do, it's proving to be surprisingly useless right now."
"Oh don't be so hard on yourself."
"I guess." I brush a strand of hair from my face. "Anyway, so let's figure out how to move this beast."
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"Huh, so it does work a bit like my riggings..." The giant super battleship began to slowly move forward, the smokestack belching out a great plume of smoke as the nine MAN oil turbines kicked into gear.
"Wicked," I say.
"Indeed." She slowed her warship down, allowing for myself to board
Ishikari.
"So Erika, how do I move?"
"Well, just
think it. Think that you want to move the ship forward, and you will. It's sort of like telling your body to move -- you just think it, and it happens."
"What about guns?" I ask.
"Well, that's different. You sort of have to make a trigger with your hand, like so," she mimed pulling out a gun, and suddenly, the turret she was standing on began to move to where she was pointing it. "When you bring up your guns, you get a sort of rangefinder-vision that allows you to range targets. Now, the Gun Fire Control System will automatically adjust for wind and the ship's rolling, so all you need to do is get the range and lead, and you can land shots easily."
"Huh," I remark. "So just like World of Warships, then."
"Remarkably similar, yeah. I was actually surprised at how well the game emulated how us ship-girls aim things."
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