HMAS Hobart
Somewhere between Oahu and Kauai
12:00PM


Hobart cheers and does a little victory dance upon seeing the enemy Phantoms disintegrate in a blazing fireball or otherwise get shot down by her missiles, smoke trailing behind them as they fell.

She did it! Admittedly, it had taken more than half of her current missiles reserves and the assistance of fellow fighters but she had done it!

'I-I did it...!'

With the Phantoms no longer a threat, she could focus on safeguarding the other ships by keeping these skies clear all by herself.

"Hello over there, this is USS Gerald R. Ford, I hope you enjoyed my little F-35 show, they're going to provide air cover for you now, good luck to you all~"

Hobart smiled... and nearly fell over as she witnessed a squadron of F-35s break... to fly a CAP over her!

Imagine that, a carrier diverting a squadron of planes for little old her... She found it hard to believe but it was really happening!

"H-Hi! This is HMAS Hobart... T-Thank you! We a-appreciate it!" She smiled up at the planes and waved up at the squadron currently swimming in the air above her, kind of like flying dolphins actually. Their IFF tags labelled them as 'SERAPH'.

Seraph Squadron, huh? She had her own guardian angels... Hehe...

"Hiya!" I can hear her say with a cheerful smile, "the name's Delfinul, I'm here to help with AA a bit."

Hyperfocused as she was on the F-35s and ensuring that the sky remained empty of threats, she didn't notice Delfinul suddenly pop up beside her.

Hobart let out a tiny squeal as the friendly submarine, from her point of view at least, surfaced from quite literally out of the blue.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOHMYGODTHATSASUBMARINE'

... When the voice in her head ceased its mindless screeching, she felt sheepish and slightly ashamed. She knew that there were allied submarines on her side, and it was her fault for not paying attention in the middle of an active combat zone. That kind of carelessness could and would cause casualties which were unacceptable.

'I-I need to be better... air and sea... I-I can't let a s-single submarine or p-plane past.'

Unreasonably high expectations for a little destroyer like her? Possibly. Would it stop her from trying though? Definitely not.

Hobart greeted the friendly submarine with a shaky smile. The submarine who, obviously geared towards stalking and sinking enemy ships, was taking the time to stop and help her out.

"H-Hello...! T-The skies are r-relatively clear for now... I c-can hold it by myself." She said, pausing as she realised what she was implying.

"I-I mean, n-not that y-you can't help but I'm sure your s-submarine duties are m-more important than helping someone l-like me...!" Hobart stated hurriedly with a panicked look on her face.
 
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JS Kongō
Southern Oahu Waters
Daytime


They came all of a sudden, and they could not be reasoned with. They simply approached and attacked without warning. If anything, it was like being on the receiving end of Pearl Harbor.

Nonetheless, she rallied, fighting back with all her heart, and with all her spirit. None of them shall pass while she's around!

When she finally went down, it was with calm acceptance, seeing as she did all she could to protect those under her aegis. She would willingly lay down her life for them.

Then, there was that girl, someone who clearly needed her help to fight them. How could she refuse? She simply couldn't. It's a second chance that shouldn't be passed up!

And she made a promise, a promise to fulfill the girl's dying wish, and she intended to keep her word.

...

She finds herself within a sea of chaos, and with her hull and crew under a different form. Still, their presence feels the same, so other than standing on water and being a smaller target, it's not so different now, is it?

Her radar and sonar, along with radio and data traffic, give her a clear picture of what's going on. An island to the north, clearly in flames. Abyssals to the north and west. Allied combatants, new and old (maybe the old ones came back the same way she did?), struggling against them. Civilian ships to the east, attempting to escape, along with three carriers and a couple others moving in that direction as well. Another carrier, Nimitz herself, moving towards the southeast.

Deciding to help defend the civilians and the three carriers, she has her crew start up her engines. Cutting through the water much like with her hull's previous, non-rigging-like form, she moves to join them.

"Friendly carriers, this is JS Kongou. I'll be your escort today, over!" She says over the radio.

Using her extra senses once more, she looks at each section of the area closely, trying to determine which one needs her assistance the most, and finds a small group (or is it just that one German battleship?) that is under fire from a huge swarm of destroyers and light cruisers. She could also see, and track, the numerous cruise missiles headed for them... but those may not be enough. They're headed for most of the destroyers, but that leaves the problem of those cruisers.

Time for her to help from long range! With that in mind, she sweeps her left hand towards that direction. "Sixteen Standards, FIRE!"

While she has Type 90s which are dedicated anti-ship missiles, they're just too slow right now.

Sixteen homing projectiles launch up and away from her VLS cells, first in puffs of steam as they clear the cells, and then in jets of flame as their rocket motors kick in. They accelerate towards three and a half times the speed of sound as they aim for the enemy light cruisers, with one missile being allocated for each of them.

Hopefully, they make it in time!

@Zeroth Jupi, @CCBubba



Actions:
- Move to escort Saratoga, Gerald R. Ford, and Enterprise
- Fire SM-2MR Standard Missiles at light cruisers

Targets:
- 16 Atlantas (1 Standard each)

Weapons Left:
- 8 Type 90s
- 6 Mark 73s
- 44 Standards
- 10 Anti-Ballistics
- 20 Type 07s
 
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USS Enterprise

Calling back my aircraft, i begin rearming and refueling them. This time for a strike on the other fleet. While everyone seems to have ignored them mostly, they've drawn much closer.


Glorious GM-Chan

Mentally designating her targets, she holds out both hands in front of her, aiming her four loaded torpedo tubes forward, before firing them, sending four Mark 48s, one each towards the two listing battleships, and the other two towards the not-listing one.

As designed, the fishes would home in on their targets, and detonate right under their generally vulnerable keels. If they somehow miss, they can circle back to try again.

All torpedoes hit home, the Battleships attempt to fire off one last salvo, which fails to hit anything. All that's left now are their sinking hulks.

The Vikings also happen to carry a few Harpoons as well, alongside their torpedoes, so as a result, I opt to group them up with my Hornets and Intruders for a simultaneous strike. Thirty-six anti-ship missiles, one from each plane, are launched, each of them aimed at a destroyer in the western Abyssal fleet...

Sixteen homing projectiles launch up and away from her VLS cells, first in puffs of steam as they clear the cells, and then in jets of flame as their rocket motors kick in. They accelerate towards three and a half times the speed of sound as they aim for the enemy light cruisers, with one missile being allocated for each of them.

- Fires secondaries (6x2 15cm and 16x 10.5cm guns, plus 16x37mm guns if the get close enough)at destroyers, closest ones still moving first.
- Main battery fires at light cruisers, also in order of proximity, as fast as they can reload
- All this is done at 30 knots in the direction of everybody else.
- Tells Yuri what's up. Yuri Andropov
- matches speed and heading of Tirpitz
- Fires last two granits, one each towards two undamaged Atlanta class cruisers
- fires 130mm gun at the abyssal fleet as soon as they get in range

As Tirpitz beats her hasty retreat towards everyone else, the Abyssals giving chase race after her in a frenzy. Her main guns mobility kill 4 of the light cruisers, and damage another 6. Her secondaries barely manage to hit anything, with only 2 killed, and light damage to 5. The Abyssals begin firing when they get inside range, raining a mixture of HE and AP, with some fires set when they hit Tirpitz. Suddenly from behind her she hears the sounds of missiles streaking in towards the Abyssal fleet. Turning back she she sees them strike home on the Abyssals, before realizing just how close they are as she sees little splashes and empty torpedo tubes just before the missiles strike. The whole Abyssal fleet was killed, but not before they managed to deliver their deadly payload.

@UbeOne @Michael Lewis
 
ROS Mărăşeşti
Between Oahu and Kauai
1:00 PM

One even explodes close to Belmont.

Ack! That's really close! Thankfully I don't think Belmont or I were hit. Phew. I turn back to see what's happening with the enemy fleet. Had that German battleship fallen back ye-

Hyperfocused as she was on the F-35s and ensuring that the sky remained empty of threats, she didn't notice Delfinul suddenly pop up beside her.

Hobart let out a tiny squeal as the friendly submarine, from her point of view at least, surfaced from quite literally out of the blue.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOHMYGODTHATSASUBMARINE'

... When the voice in her head ceased its mindless screeching, she felt sheepish and slightly ashamed. She knew that there were allied submarines on her side, and it was her fault for not paying attention in the middle of an active combat zone. That kind of carelessness could and would cause casualties which were unacceptable.

'I-I need to be better... air and sea... I-I can't let a s-single submarine or p-plane past.'

Unreasonably high expectations for a little destroyer like her? Possibly. Would it stop her from trying though? Definitely not.

Hobart greeted the friendly submarine with a shaky smile. The submarine who, obviously geared towards stalking and sinking enemy ships, was taking the time to stop and help her out.

"H-Hello...! T-The skies are r-relatively clear for now... I c-can hold it by myself." She said, pausing as she realised what she was implying.

"I-I mean, n-not that y-you can't help but I'm sure your s-submarine duties are m-more important than helping someone l-like me...!" Hobart stated hurriedly with a panicked look on her face.

"Aww, but what could possibly be more important than helping a cute destroyer? Besides, I can't hit the closer fleet right now with my torpedoes, and I don't have any anti-ship missiles. You don't need to be scared of me though, I saw you jump like that. I'm perfectly friendly!" I heard Delfinul say to Hobart.

Turning back she she sees them strike home on the Abyssals, before realizing just how close they are as she sees little splashes and empty torpedo tubes just before the missiles strike. The whole Abyssal fleet was killed, but not before they managed to deliver their deadly payload.

That's...a very big number of torpedoes. Almost 200 I'd bet. Okay, it looks like there's a bit time before they hit. They looks evenly spread in a V shape, aimed in front of the battleship. That's good, that means by turning or slowing she only has to deal with a third. But a third of 200 is still too many...how can we thin their numbers. Ah-ha! I launch the little helicopter sitting near the back of my rigging.

"Attention all allied ships!" I call out to everyone through the radio, "There is a German battleship about to be hit by a large number of torpedoes. She has a few minutes form the looks of it. Please launch any aircraft you can to try and shoot the torpedoes, it's a long shot but there aren't many other options. German battleship! Either move to one side or slow down, by doing so you should be able to avoid two thirds of the torpedoes."

Hopefully she's actually going to follow orders this time and learn not to charge at 50 destroyers alone.

Delfinul speaks up to Hobart again after my message, "Hey, that's a helicopter on your rigging there, right? I can't help deal with torpedoes, so take 'em down for me, yeah? Oh, and I gave you my name but you never gave me yours, rude," she finishes off playfully with a wink.

Delfinul...why are you teasing someone in the middle of a battlefield? And why do you need her name? She said it over the radio. At least she knows when to back off from a fight, unlike some people who I now have to try and save.

@Everyone really, but especially @Michael Lewis @AlphaD

(Only around 180 torpedoes total, Mara is overestimating their number a little)
 
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Balalaika Sofiya Stearns, USS Cypher
Southern Oahu Waters, Hawaii
1300

With a wince I remember the fleet to the north was still around and was the more modern of the two fleets. Good job Balalaika you forgot something important, lets see if we can salvage this though. Grimacing, I take another look at the feed of data I am getting from Sara and determine what I can do when I spot the cruisers of the fleet. Those cruisers are reading as Albany-class guided missile cruisers that isn't good since they have SAMs and could take out our planes, maybe I can soften them up a bit with my remaining Tomahawks. With those thoughts I mentally order a firing solution only to receive it immediately as my crew had already determined what I would target. With a wish to everything I open my hatches one last time and cold launch ninety two missiles, three per cruiser with the extras going to those that either survived or to replace shot down missiles. But I saved one missile which I would use as a last resort, lets see how my little friendly missiles do.
Targets: Guided Missile Cruisers (Albany)
Remaining missiles: 1
Current mood: стрельба ракетами


USS Gerald R. Ford
Southern Oahu Waters, Hawaii
1300

"H-Hi! This is HMAS Hobart... T-Thank you! We a-appreciate it!" She smiled up at the planes and waved up at the squadron currently swimming in the air above her, kind of like flying dolphins actually. Their IFF tags labelled them as 'SERAPH'.
Suddenly from behind her she hears the sounds of missiles streaking in towards the Abyssal fleet. Turning back she she sees them strike home on the Abyssals, before realizing just how close they are as she sees little splashes and empty torpedo tubes just before the missiles strike. The whole Abyssal fleet was killed, but not before they managed to deliver their deadly payload.
"Attention all allied ships!" I call out to everyone through the radio, "There is a German battleship about to be hit by a large number of torpedoes. She has a few minutes form the looks of it. Please launch any aircraft you can to try and shoot the torpedoes, it's a long shot but there aren't many other options.
With a giggle Ford watched Seraph squadron perform their CAP duty in their own unique way to entertain the plucky and adorable destroyer while the she ordered other three squadrons she had sent to provide air cover to fire their main guns at the incoming torpedoes to help the German battleship at least survive with major damage instead of sinking when a voice opened up on the radio.
"Friendly carriers, this is JS Kongou. I'll be your escort today, over!"
With a smile and flourish Ford replies back over the radio, "JS Kongou, this is USS Gerald R Ford, come on up here and lead the way~", as she says this Ford spots Drake squadron returning to refuel and perform CAP for her.
Active Planes:

Seraph squadron: 12 F-35C Lightning IIs:
Performing CAP for Hobart

Devil Squadron: 12 F-35C Lightning IIs:
Attacking torpedoes / Providing CAP for group 2

Garuda Squadron: 12 F-35C Lightning IIs:
Attacking torpedoes / Providing CAP for Group 2

Rok Squadron: 12 F-35C Lightning IIs:
Attacking torpedoes / Providing CAP for Group 2

Drake Squadron: 12 F/A-18E/F Super Hornets:
Providing CAP for Ford

Wyrm Squadron: 5 EA-18G Growlers:
Radar Jamming, Northern Front

Targets:
Northern front: (Radar jamming)
Torpedoes
 
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USS Colorado
Southern Oahu Waters
Daytime


All torpedoes hit home, the Battleships attempt to fire off one last salvo, which fails to hit anything. All that's left now are their sinking hulks.

The submerged kunoichi has a small smile on her face as she learns that her torpedoes manage to finish off the battleships, silencing their cacophony of gunfire for good. Three down, many more to go.

Perhaps she could turn her attention to the ones at the north. They're far away, so she could use her missiles in the meantime.

NMS Mărăşeşti
Between Oahu and Kauai
1:00 PM


"Attention all allied ships!" I call out to everyone through the radio, "There is a German battleship about to be hit by a large number of torpedoes. She has a few minutes form the looks of it. Please launch any aircraft you can to try and shoot the torpedoes, it's a long shot but there aren't many other options. German battleship! Either move to one side or slow down, by doing so you should be able to avoid two thirds of the torpedoes."

(Only around 180 torpedoes total, Mara is overestimating their number a little)

...

Her smile turns into a frown as she realizes that she can't help with that. Neither her missiles nor her torpedoes can target other torpedoes, and she has no guns to shoot them with. She could only silently pray for the battleship's survival.

Instead, she focuses on where she can help, which is to take out the ones at the north. Unfortunately, she is too far. She would have to move closer before she can torpedo them, and she would have to be careful. From her data, they have anti-submarine rockets, and she'd rather not get hit by those.

She opts to use her missiles first to thin the herd. Ascending closer to the surface to be able to launch them while underwater, she has her crew prepare them. Once one of them gives a mental version of a thumbs-up, she designates her targets, which are twelve of the guided missile destroyers, and gives the mental command to launch.

Twelve white cylindrical-ish objects could be seen surfacing above the water, only to skim over it as their engines come to life.

After doing that, she descends once more, hiding below the thermocline, if possible, to muffle her accoustic signature, and begins making a cautious approach towards the northern fleet, choosing to prioritize stealth over speed. She keeps her ears and sonar open for foreign, and dangerous, sounds.

On another note, wow, it's cold down here, but it never bothered her anyway...

@CCBubba



Actions:
- Shoot Harpoons at Charles destroyers
- Dive and begin cautiously moving north

Targets:
- 12 Charles destroyers, the ones not targeted by Sara nor Kongou (1 Harpoon each)

Weapons Left:
- 21 Mark 48s
- 0 Harpoons




JS Kongou
Southern Oahu Waters
Daytime


"JS Kongou, this is USS Gerald R Ford, come on up here and lead the way~"

"Sure thing, dess~" She enthusiastically replies as she continues to play the role of escort. No threat, whether air, surface, or underwater, shall get by her!

Well, she's actually a few nautical miles from them, but with the missiles she carries, she might as well be right next to them, tactics-wise.

@Zeroth Jupi

All torpedoes hit home, the Battleships attempt to fire off one last salvo, which fails to hit anything. All that's left now are their sinking hulks.

As Tirpitz beats her hasty retreat towards everyone else, the Abyssals giving chase race after her in a frenzy. Her main guns mobility kill 4 of the light cruisers, and damage another 6. Her secondaries barely manage to hit anything, with only 2 killed, and light damage to 5. The Abyssals begin firing when they get inside range, raining a mixture of HE and AP, with some fires set when they hit Tirpitz. Suddenly from behind her she hears the sounds of missiles streaking in towards the Abyssal fleet. Turning back she she sees them strike home on the Abyssals, before realizing just how close they are as she sees little splashes and empty torpedo tubes just before the missiles strike. The whole Abyssal fleet was killed, but not before they managed to deliver their deadly payload.

There, that should teach them not to mess with her allies!

Now, she could help out in the north. Those missile boats shield that fleet, and must therefore be sunk, one by one. With that in mind, she aims her metaphorical crosshairs at eight of the guided missile destroyers, and sweeps her left hand at that group. "All Type 90s, FIRE!"

Soon after they're on their way, however...

NMS Mărăşeşti
Between Oahu and Kauai
1:00 PM


"Attention all allied ships!" I call out to everyone through the radio, "There is a German battleship about to be hit by a large number of torpedoes. She has a few minutes form the looks of it. Please launch any aircraft you can to try and shoot the torpedoes, it's a long shot but there aren't many other options. German battleship! Either move to one side or slow down, by doing so you should be able to avoid two thirds of the torpedoes."

(Only around 180 torpedoes total, Mara is overestimating their number a little)

So many torpedoes, more than a hundred of them! Even her radar can't track them all (though at least they're going straight), but she might be able to do something about it! Her radar can direct her missiles, and from what she heard, it can even detect swarms of insects, and she's heard before of another ship's Aegis being improvised to destroy an unstably orbiting satellite. It's rather non-standard, but it's worth a shot!

Putting her thoughts to actions, she readies four Standard missiles, and immediately launches them. With a nudge of her mind, they are guided towards the cloud of torpedoes, intending to detonate the missiles on them and destroy them with both shrapnel and explosive force.

@CCBubba



Actions:
- Continue escorting carriers
- Fire Type 90s at Charles destroyers
- Fire Standards at torpedoes

Targets:
- 8 Charles destroyers, the ones not targeted by Sara nor Colorado (1 Type 90 each)
- Western torpedoes (4 Standards)

Weapons Left:
- 0 Type 90s
- 6 Mark 73s
- 40 Standards
- 10 Anti-Ballistics
- 20 Type 07s




Sara Tan, USS Saratoga
Southern Oahu Waters, Hawaii
Daytime


"Friendly carriers, this is JS Kongou. I'll be your escort today, over!" She says over the radio.

New allies keep popping out of the woodwork! Not that it's a bad thing, since we need all the help we can get. "Thanks," I answer.

I notice from my Hawkeye's radar that she's the destroyer, not the battleship. I wonder if she's anything like her older namesake...

All torpedoes hit home, the Battleships attempt to fire off one last salvo, which fails to hit anything. All that's left now are their sinking hulks.

As Tirpitz beats her hasty retreat towards everyone else, the Abyssals giving chase race after her in a frenzy. Her main guns mobility kill 4 of the light cruisers, and damage another 6. Her secondaries barely manage to hit anything, with only 2 killed, and light damage to 5. The Abyssals begin firing when they get inside range, raining a mixture of HE and AP, with some fires set when they hit Tirpitz. Suddenly from behind her she hears the sounds of missiles streaking in towards the Abyssal fleet. Turning back she she sees them strike home on the Abyssals, before realizing just how close they are as she sees little splashes and empty torpedo tubes just before the missiles strike. The whole Abyssal fleet was killed, but not before they managed to deliver their deadly payload.

I see a confluence of explosions as many missiles find their mark, but the rest of the field gets my attention before I could reflect on it.

Now that the fleet over there is done for, I could make efforts to slow down the other one to the north. With that goal in mind, I quickly check how many Harpoons my planes still have. Fulcrum Squadron has none, having carried, and used, three each, while Libra Squadron still has two each. Aegir Squadron carried two, and now has one each, while Hammer Squadron has none, having carried, and used, three each.

Knowing those things, I have the Fulcrums and Hammers return to me for rearming and refueling. The Libras and Aegirs can still perform one or two more strikes, with the latter being able to conduct ASW afterwards, so I have them get ready to do that on the destroyers to the north. To protect them, I have my Prowlers of Weasel Squadron, along with the newly rearmed (and refueled, since they turned out to be low on gas as a result of the dogfighting) Tomcats of Maverick Squadron, accompany them.

NMS Mărăşeşti
Between Oahu and Kauai
1:00 PM


"Attention all allied ships!" I call out to everyone through the radio, "There is a German battleship about to be hit by a large number of torpedoes. She has a few minutes form the looks of it. Please launch any aircraft you can to try and shoot the torpedoes, it's a long shot but there aren't many other options. German battleship! Either move to one side or slow down, by doing so you should be able to avoid two thirds of the torpedoes."

(Only around 180 torpedoes total, Mara is overestimating their number a little)

Wait, what? There are fishes inbound? I can shoot them? "Copy!" I reply.

But only my Hornets have a chance. My Tomcats are too far, and my other active planes don't have guns! To that end, I hastily redirect both squadrons of F/A-18Cs towards intercepting the fishes and riddling them with gunfire. As a result, only the Aegirs are able to launch their Harpoons.

A sudden thought comes to mind. If rapid gunfire can take them down, and since battleships have rapid-fire guns with them...

After reading the battleship's IFF, which is shown as a part of my mental heads-up display, I say over the radio, "Tirpitz, shoot the torpedoes with your AA guns!"

They have some gun depression on them, right?

((Actually, they do, 9 degrees for the 3.7 cm guns, and 12 degrees for the 2 cm guns))

@CCBubba, @Michael Lewis



Active Planes:
- Maverick Squadron: 10 Tomcats: Escorting Aegir Squadron
- Iceman Squadron: 12 Tomcats: Rearming and refueling, one by one. Patrolling around me in the meantime
- Fulcrum Squadron: 11 Hornets: Strafing western torpedoes
- Libra Squadron: 11 Hornets: Strafing western torpedoes
- Weasel Squadron: 6 Prowlers: Escorting Aegir Squadron, jamming hostiles
- Hammer Squadron: 6 A-6E Intruders: Rearming, one by one. They still have enough gas for another go
- Aegir Squadron: 8 S-3B Vikings: Harpoon strike vs Charles destroyers
- Argus One: 1 Hawkeye: Be the eyes in the sky

Targets:
- Western torpedoes (Hornet squadrons and their guns)
- 8 Charles destroyers, the ones not targeted by Colorado nor Kongou (1 Harpoon each)
- Northern enemies (jamming)

Enemies Remaining:
1. Western fleet:
- Torpedoes in Tirpitz's general direction

2. Northern fleet, missile range and closing:
- 8 battleships (Montana)
- 28 guided missile cruisers (Albany)
- 48 guided missile destroyers (Charles F. Adams)
 
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HMAS Hobart
Somewhere between Oahu and Kauai
1:00PM


"Aww, but what could possibly be more important than helping a cute destroyer? Besides, I can't hit the closer fleet right now with my torpedoes, and I don't have any anti-ship missiles. You don't need to be scared of me though, I saw you jump like that. I'm perfectly friendly!" I heard Delfinul say to Hobart.

Hobart's face colours in embarrassment. "A-Ah... You saw that..." She mumbles as she sheepishly lowers her head, prodding her fingers together.


"I-I'm not s-scared of you... I-It's just that you surprised me. That's all." She was not pouting. She was just expressing her mild displeasure. That was all.

She was totally pouting, wasn't she?

"Attention all allied ships!" I call out to everyone through the radio, "There is a German battleship about to be hit by a large number of torpedoes. She has a few minutes form the looks of it.


Her pout vanished, replaced with a look of shock when she received the radio message from the frigate several hundred metres in front of her. Torpedoes?! A few minutes?! She had to do something!

Hobart's head jerked towards where she last saw the German battleship and...

... When the frigate said 'large number of torpedoes', she really meant large and even that didn't do them any justice.

H-How many fish were there in the water?! There must've been around a hundred, maybe a hundred and fifty at the very least.

W-What could she do...? At this rate, the battleship will be...

"OI!"



Hobart blinked in shock as she felt one of her crew members figuratively pull at her ear. What was...?

The crew member that pulled her attention away, the crew chief of her onboard MH-60R Seahawk, brusquely informed her that Sea Goblin was ready for take-off. But why would...

'O-Of course... that's it!' Realisation flashed through her, like a bolt of lightning as she realised what the chief was suggesting to her. It was crazy, outlandish and absolutely insane. Maybe insane enough to work.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Delfinul speaks up to Hobart again after my message, "Hey, that's a helicopter on your rigging there, right? I can't help deal with torpedoes..."

Hobart nodded even as she raised the arm that acted as the landing pad for the small, onboard helicopter she carried as the rotors started to spin up.

It seemed that the submarine, who introduced herself as Delfinul, had the same idea as her, as did the frigate who informed everyone who was able to launch or order their aircraft to shoot the incoming torpedoes.

"Y-Yes... T-That's what I was planning on too..." The destroyer said as her crew rushed about to prepare Sea Goblin for the mission ahead.

"OI, OI!"

The crew reported they were unable to fit the M240 or the GAU-21 on any of the pylons in time. The duty of gunning down the torpedoes would fall to the door gunner, who was currently loading the ammo for the door-mounted M240 machine gun.

"O-Okay... Good luck Sea Goblin... P-Please, don't fail her..." She whispered to the fairies aboard the helicopter, who all responded with a salute.

They knew what needed to be done, and to their credit, they did not falter or baulk in the face of such responsibility.

SEA GOBLIN IS TAKING OFF!

Without further ado, the Seahawk took off towards the direction of the torpedoes.

Hobart let out a sigh.

Oh, and I gave you my name but you never gave me yours, rude," she finishes off playfully with a wink.

... and promptly blinked as Delfinul finished off her sentence rather casually.

'E-Eh? I-I thought I told her...'

Maybe the stress of combat was starting to affect her. She never had to deal with being so... human before! Although she privately admitted that maybe, just maybe, it was better this way. She had achieved so much in this form, more than what her steel hull could possibly be capable of.

S-She was useful!

... Ah right, the submarine was still looking at her expectantly.

"U-Um... HMAS H-Hobart, DDG-139, Royal Australian Navy." Her smile was beatific, albeit with a slight hint of uncertainty. "I-It's nice to meet you... A-Although I wish it was under better c-circumstances..."



Actions:
MH-60R Seahawk, Sea Goblin: Door gunner targetting torpedoes aimed at Tirpitz' general direction
 
Glorious GM-Chan

When you appear you seem to be standing behind 3 aircraft carriers, none of them seem to have noticed you. You can see all the nearby islands burning, and a Nimitz class heavily damaged and retreating to the southeast. You can see one Abyssal fleet in runs, while another bears down on Shipgirl forces.

@Soundwavesghost


On everyone's radar they pick up contacts coming in from the southeast at high speed. They should be arriving soon.
 
It was a normal day, just like any other. You were going about your lives when, for various reasons and through various means, you died. This death was not what you expected, and you found yourselves in a world of pure white. There were no details, just yourself and a young teenage woman."I sincerely regret to inform you of this, but you have died. It pains me to ask this of you, but I need your help." The woman speaks, her voice soft and comforting. "I know you have no reason to trust me, given the circumstances, but my world needs your help." In the woman's hand appeared a folder of pictures. Evil looking monsters that seem to be equal parts monster and battleship. "My world is under threat by these monsters, these Abyssals. All of humanity is at risk. I need you to save them. To go and fight in the defense of humanity. Please, help them where I could not."

Dan blinked, "Well dying while taking a nap wasn't the way I'd have expected to punch it. What can I do to actually help? I'm just one guy."

The woman's unoccupied hand flashes to her chest, and she groans in pain. She seems much paler than she had when you first showed up moments ago. "My strength is waning. I doubt I shall be around much longer. Please. Help them." With her one final request, the woman fades completely, leaving nothing but whiteness.

When you appear you seem to be standing behind 3 aircraft carriers, none of them seem to have noticed you. You can see all the nearby islands burning, and a Nimitz class heavily damaged and retreating to the southeast. You can see one Abyssal fleet in runs, while another bears down on Shipgirl forces.

On everyone's radar they pick up contacts coming in from the southeast at high speed. They should be arriving soon.

Kaga shakes her head and looks around, "Is this some sort of...whats wrong with my voice...no no no" She looks down and groans, "She made me a well endowed girl...who seems to like short skirts...fan fudging tastic." She shifts a hand to tug the skirt to maybe cover more leg and finally notices her rigging, "A flight deck....I'm a carrier...they are carriers."

In slow motion her hand flicks to a spot on the flight deck on her arm and pulls back a pair of tiny helicopter toys, "MCH-101, SH-60K," she blinks, "We've got to help!" She slaps the two onto the flight deck and grabs another pair and puts them just behind those, "101's ssplit between dropping flotation devices to overboard crew and ferrying supplies to the transport! 60ks support the front lines using your depth charges as active torpedo defenses!" With that said a ring appears on the edge of the flight deck, she reaches up and rips at the ring which turns out to be a pull string of sorts. All the helicopters on the flight deck suddenly come to life spinning their rotors and launch into the air, erupting into two of real versions of the toys for each one that was placed on the deck. They circle Kaga once and then head off to their assignments their miniature pilots saluting as they fly away.

"Okay time to pretend I remember all that miltiary jargon," with that she reaches up to her ear with her right hand.
Attention fleet. The JS Kaga is on station and providing support for the cilivans overboard and sending a detachment of depth charge countermeasures to help screen torpedos. [


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Sending 8 Mitsubishi SH-60K Anti-Submarine Helicopter "Lamps" Equpped with twin torpedos, Hellfire anti-ship missiles and depth charges to assist with the front lines
 
Sending 2 MCH-101 Airborne Mine Countermeasures Helicopter to drop off floatation devices to those humans still in the water and possibly tow them to another ship 
 
Sending 2  MCH-101 Airborne Mine Countermeasures Helicopter's to hurry up supplies being loaded on the big ship.
 
Seawater dripped steadily onto Dockwise from the hulls of the two Missile Destroyers she held overhead, soaking the shipgirl as she cut through the waves, following in the direction Nimitz had left in. However, where the supercarrier could make upwards of thirty knots, laden as she was the lift vessel could achieve no more than thirteen. In the distance missiles and fighter jets streaked from the other shipgirls as they held back the Abyssal tide.

"You okay there Dockwise?" a voice crackled in her ear, startling her slightly. Just another unfamiliar sensation. "Looking rather glum. You sure you're up to carrying us?"

Dockwise glanced upwards, towards the bridge of USS Russell, the Destroyer held in her left hand. Despite the nearly nine thousand tons of weight being lifted with a single-arm overhead press, if she closed her eyes she wouldn't have known it was there save for the cold, smooth metal under her fingertips.

"One hundred percent, Russell," she reassured with a shake of her head. "You guys are featherweights compared to Nimitz. It's just... I wish I could be over there. Fighting. Making a difference."

The shipgirl shrugged one of her broad shoulders in the direction of where the other returned ships were in a fight for their lives.

Suddenly another voice filled her ears, this time the low, rumbling bass of the Captain of USS John H Lucas, the other DDG she had picked up.

"You listen to me, and listen to me good. Don't let anyone, and I mean anyone, tell you that what you're doing isn't every bit as valuable as slinging missiles and shells at those sons of bitches over there. There's five hundred and sixteen examples to attest to that."

"We all want to be over there, to sail towards the guns,"
the Captain of Russell took over. "We may be damaged but we've still got the old 5-inchers and some Standards, plus a pair of Harpoons. I reckon we could take a couple of the bastards down with us. But this is bigger than that, bigger than any of us. When the Navy comes back for Hawaii, and mark my words, it will, it's going to need every hull it can get. Right now, the best thing we can do is get back onto the mainland in one piece."

Dockwise hung her head low, cheeks burning with embarrassment. She was glad that the crew wasn't around to see her being (justly) scolded- the railings had initially been full of disbelieving sailors, gawking at the amazon single-handedly lifting their ship out of the water, but the Officers had swiftly herded them back to their stations once they realized they might have a shot at survival.

"Besides, we're not out of it yet. With our current speed those Abyssals are going to catch us before long if they get past the others and give chase."

Dockwise nodded, before sending a transmission from her headset.

"This is HLV Dockwise Vanguard to all friendly combatants in the region, be advised that unless there's further need for us we are making for continental US at best speed. We've still got room for additional mobility-killed ships, but we're under speed constraints and the Abyssals are getting closer by the minute."

@Everyone
 
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USS Ohio

Underwater, someplace outside (ugh)



After my broadcast, I notice one of the ships I'd written off as sunk appears to still be afloat.

Not for long, I think, lining up to fire a torpedo, when I feel a tapping on my shoulder. I turn my head to look, and see a small person looking up at me.

"Meep! Meep!"

I somehow understand… my fairy's speech (I had honestly forgotten I'd even have fairies), I think I can send a group of fairies to… capture her?

"Um, can I bother you all for a second?"

A number of fairies look up at me expectantly.

"I've heard that I'd be able to capture an enemy ship? How can I do that?"

My fairies look at me, annoyed. Was my other fairy lying to me, or was it messing with me?

"Meep!"

The 10 or so fairies part, and I see a small group in absolutely adorable military uniforms approach. One or two of them seem to be wearing wetsuits and holding air tanks.

"Okay, uh, can I get a few volunteers?"

A unanimous "MEEP!" as they all raise their hands. I really should have expected that.

"Okay, uh, you, you, you, you, and… you're in charge," I say, picking fairies at random. "I have an idea. Can you all gather at my… right wrist? I'll get you to where you need to go."

They give me a blank look and a confused "meep?," but everyone scurries back to their tasks as I begin to ascend, creeping nearer to the disabled cruiser.

"Ohio, this is Sara. Assistance required in the west. Hostiles could use missiles onto their faces, over."

"Can do, Sara! Just give me a moment. Found a disabled abyssal cruiser, gonna wrassle it!"

I say the last few words in an absolutely terrible Australian accent; hopefully someone will get a laugh.

A quick look shows that the enemies to the West have already been taken care of, so I guess I should focus on the enemies to the north?

As I surface, I think about ways of getting control of this girl; maybe if I just hit her hard enough, I can stun her until my fairies can take her helm? I mean, I did martial arts for long enough that it's probably worth the try.

As I surface near the abyssal, I notice I'm behind her. Not exactly perfect, but it does give me the element of surprise. She's still standing, but clearly doing very badly.

"Hi there!" I cheerfully shout. "I'm the USS Ohio, and we're going to be best friends!"

As she spins around to face me, I bring her into a quick one-armed hug with my left arm.

I softly whisper "sorry for this!" into her ear as I drive my right fist straight into her stomach.



Holy FUCK that hurt.

I must have forgotten the whole "shipgirls are ships" thing for a second there, because I just punched a cruiser. What did I honestly think would happen? Ow.

The slight weight present on my wrist since I issued the order to my fairy assault team (note to self: better name? Work on it, Alice) disappears, and I know they've begun their infiltration.

I quickly back off, waving, cheerily smiling at the abyssal that can't reach me as she bends over and starts coughing.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to kill some of your friends~"

I giggle as her face morphs into one of shock and fear, as I launch a full salvo of missiles- 2 tomahawks each at 11 of the destroyers to the North. If the girl in front of me was shocked before, now she's downright terrified as she sees the first of my missiles begin their flights.




(The tale of the brave souls who capture the heavy cruiser coming Soon™)




As she slumps over, unconscious, I catch her while broadcasting a message to my allies.

"This is the USS Ohio to all allies. I've managed to capture an enemy shipgirl, but I'll need someone else to transport her. Anyone able to help?"

As I look at the girl in my arms, I can't help but brush her hair out of her face. I softly whisper,

"Look at me. I'm the captain now."
 
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"This is the USS Ohio to all allies. I've managed to capture an enemy shipgirl, but I''ll need someone else to transport her. Anyone able to help?"
"This is HLV Dockwise. I can provide the transport, but I'll need cover against the Abyssals: lift vessels are not the fastest ships out there, and I'm already carrying two disabled ships."
 
Happy Giant/Jahre Viking
Oahu, Hawaii

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@always_confused @SilverPhoenix

I nodded as I rested my club over my shoulder, face grim as I stood up to my full height.
"Alright. Lead the way."
I was ready.

CNS Zulfiqar
???
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"Alright. I have a Heli scouting the area, but keep your head on a swivel." We both go off at full speed, trailing the edge of the 'combat area', or as much as we can anyway. I keep my eyes peeled for any hostiles our way while sending out communications. "This is the CNS Zulfiqar, come in any friendlies. Repeat, I'm locked and loaded and ready for action. Any friendlies requiring assistance, over?"
 
JS Kongō
Southern Oahu Waters
Daytime


On everyone's radar they pick up contacts coming in from the southeast at high speed. They should be arriving soon.

More allies! Wait, their IFF is weird; other than giving the right codes, they're not giving any other info, not even their names. How rude.

She ought to keep an eye on them, just to be sure.

Attention fleet. The JS Kaga is on station and providing support for the cilivans overboard and sending a detachment of depth charge countermeasures to help screen torpedos. [

Oh, Kaga-san is here! It's been a while since the destroyer last saw her. Ever since the new carrier was welcomed into the fleet a year ago, she would only meet her every now and then during training exercises and patrols at home.

She smiles and waves at the other girl behind her. "It's nice to see you again, Kaga-san!" She says.

@Soundwavesghost




Sara Tan, USS Saratoga
Southern Oahu Waters, Hawaii
Daytime


On everyone's radar they pick up contacts coming in from the southeast at high speed. They should be arriving soon.

Bogeys from where Nimitz is going? Wait, they're friendly. Are they Stennis's reinforcements? But why are their identities unknown? Weird.

...What if they're only pretending to be allies? The fictional 8492nd Squadron, otherwise known as Grabacr Squadron, comes to mind, as well as the Japanese aircraft prior to the attack on Pearl, but I don't see any good motive for doing that. Abyssals are everyone's problem.

Still, good thing I have some Tomcats with me, which have just finished being resupplied. I have my Hawkeye, Argus One, try to verify the incoming contacts' identities while Iceman Squadron maintains a CAP around my fellow carriers and I.

Attention fleet. The JS Kaga is on station and providing support for the cilivans overboard and sending a detachment of depth charge countermeasures to help screen torpedos.

You know what, I'll just happily accept the newfound assistance. It also turns out that that's the new Kaga with helicopters, not the old one with Zeroes.

Which reminds me, there's one more round of aircraft that I could send in right now. "I'll help," I reply over the radio as I deploy Angel Squadron, my two HH-60H helicopters. According to my crew, while they're a variant of Seahawk, they also happen to be called Rescue Hawks for a reason.

Instead of using catapults, I see them taking off from my flight deck on their own, like it's a giant helipad. Well, that makes sense.

@Soundwavesghost



Updates:
- Iceman Squadron: 12 Tomcats: Performing CAP around the carriers
- Argus One: 1 Hawkeye: Be the eyes in the sky, verify new radar contacts
- Angel Squadron: 2 Rescue Hawks: Help Kaga's helicopters with search and rescue
 
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ROS Delfinul
Between Oahu and Kauai
1:00 PM

Hobart's face colours in embarrassment. "A-Ah... You saw that..." She mumbles as she sheepishly lowers her head, prodding her fingers together.


"I-I'm not s-scared of you... I-It's just that you surprised me. That's all." She was not pouting. She was just expressing her mild displeasure. That was all.

She was totally pouting, wasn't she?
D'aww, she's pouting. That's the cutest thing I've ever seen since I was brought back to life! Not that there's a long list of cute things so far, but I have a feeling that's going to stay at the top for a while. Unless she does something cuter. Oh, and I guess one of the other ships around could be cute, even Mara's a contender for cuteness if she loosens up a little.

I don't get why people have to be so stiff when fighting starts, you just go and blow up anything not on your side until you run out of things to blow up or you run out of explosives. What's so hard about that that's got people acting so ramrod?
... and promptly blinked as Delfinul finished off her sentence rather casually.

'E-Eh? I-I thought I told her...'

Maybe the stress of combat was starting to affect her. She never had to deal with being so... human before! Although she privately admitted that maybe, just maybe, it was better this way. She had achieved so much in this form, more than what her steel hull could possibly be capable of.

S-She was useful!

... Ah right, the submarine was still looking at her expectantly.

"U-Um... HMAS H-Hobart, DDG-139, Royal Australian Navy." Her smile was beatific, albeit with a slight hint of uncertainty. "I-It's nice to meet you... A-Although I wish it was under better c-circumstances..."
"Pleasure to meet you Hobart," I beam at her, girl needs some more confidence!

Maybe she could take some from that battleship, I mean, I love explosions just as much as the next girl (okay, maybe a teeensy bit more), but I don't like them so much when it's the people on my side exploding. Go tiny helicopters and airplanes! I believe in you!

I quickly rise out the water while drawing closer to Hobart, just enough to give her a quick hug at waist height. "Don't worry Hobie, there's never a bad time to meet a cute girl," I say with a sly wink as I let go. "Unless you're being chased by monsters who eat cute girls I guess, but I don't think that's going to happen." I put a finger to my chin and contemplate that for a bit. Naahhh.
 
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JS Kongō
Southern Oahu Waters
Daytime


She smiles and waves at the other girl behind her. "It's nice to see you again, Kaga-san!" She says.

@Soundwavesghost

Kaga gives a thumbs up, "Good to see you to Kongo....how I knew who you were baffles me though." She shrugs, "I'll send more of my little ones if they turn out to be effective versus the torpeods but the sky is pretty thick with planes as it is."

She shakes her head keeping a watch on the goings on around her, "I take back every nice thing I ever said about skirts....this draft is distracting."
 
Glorious GM-Chan

With a wince I remember the fleet to the north was still around and was the more modern of the two fleets. Good job Balalaika you forgot something important, lets see if we can salvage this though. Grimacing, I take another look at the feed of data I am getting from Sara and determine what I can do when I spot the cruisers of the fleet. Those cruisers are reading as Albany-class guided missile cruisers that isn't good since they have SAMs and could take out our planes, maybe I can soften them up a bit with my remaining Tomahawks. With those thoughts I mentally order a firing solution only to receive it immediately as my crew had already determined what I would target. With a wish to everything I open my hatches one last time and cold launch ninety two missiles, three per cruiser with the extras going to those that either survived or to replace shot down missiles. But I saved one missile which I would use as a last resort, lets see how my little friendly missiles do.

The combined AA of the enemy fleet pays a large toll of the missiles fired. however it doesn't matter in the face of sheer weight of numbers. 17 of the Cruisers are outright gone. 2 more are disabled and dead in the water, while the remaining 9 are left heavily damaged and listing. Even better, the fleet seems to have expended the majority of their SAM missiles, leaving them wise open to attack...

She opts to use her missiles first to thin the herd. Ascending closer to the surface to be able to launch them while underwater, she has her crew prepare them. Once one of them gives a mental version of a thumbs-up, she designates her targets, which are twelve of the guided missile destroyers, and gives the mental command to launch.

Twelve white cylindrical-ish objects could be seen surfacing above the water, only to skim over it as their engines come to life.

Now, she could help out in the north. Those missile boats shield that fleet, and must therefore be sunk, one by one. With that in mind, she aims her metaphorical crosshairs at eight of the guided missile destroyers, and sweeps her left hand at that group. "All Type 90s, FIRE!"

I giggle as her face morphs into one of shock and fear, as I launch a full salvo of missiles- 2 tomahawks each at 11 of the destroyers to the North. If the girl in front of me was shocked before, now she's downright terrified as she sees the first of my missiles begin their flights.

...which works out perfectly for the next wave coming at them. All 31 strike home, all 31 head for the bottom. it seems the remaining enemy ships are broken and retreating. Desperately trying to put as much distance between you and them.


Still, good thing I have some Tomcats with me, which have just finished being resupplied. I have my Hawkeye, Argus One, try to verify the incoming contacts' identities while Iceman Squadron maintains a CAP around my fellow carriers and I.

Your Hawkeye immediately identifies them as friendly Super Hornets. the pilots confirm they are from the Stennis, and that their mission is to provide an escort to the defenseless Nimitz, as well as keep all shipgirls safe. They then form a CAP around the Nimitz


With a giggle Ford watched Seraph squadron perform their CAP duty in their own unique way to entertain the plucky and adorable destroyer while the she ordered other three squadrons she had sent to provide air cover to fire their main guns at the incoming torpedoes to help the German battleship at least survive with major damage instead of sinking when a voice opened up on the radio.

So many torpedoes, more than a hundred of them! Even her radar can't track them all (though at least they're going straight), but she might be able to do something about it! Her radar can direct her missiles, and from what she heard, it can even detect swarms of insects, and she's heard before of another ship's Aegis being improvised to destroy an unstably orbiting satellite. It's rather non-standard, but it's worth a shot!

Putting her thoughts to actions, she readies four Standard missiles, and immediately launches them. With a nudge of her mind, they are guided towards the cloud of torpedoes, intending to detonate the missiles on them and destroy them with both shrapnel and explosive force.

But only my Hornets have a chance. My Tomcats are too far, and my other active planes don't have guns! To that end, I hastily redirect both squadrons of F/A-18Cs towards intercepting the fishes and riddling them with gunfire. As a result, only the Aegirs are able to launch their Harpoons.

Without further ado, the Seahawk took off towards the direction of the torpedoes.

Hobart let out a sigh.

That's...a very big number of torpedoes. Almost 200 I'd bet. Okay, it looks like there's a bit time before they hit. They looks evenly spread in a V shape, aimed in front of the battleship. That's good, that means by turning or slowing she only has to deal with a third. But a third of 200 is still too many...how can we thin their numbers. Ah-ha! I launch the little helicopter sitting near the back of my rigging.

Putting her thoughts to actions, she readies four Standard missiles, and immediately launches them. With a nudge of her mind, they are guided towards the cloud of torpedoes, intending to detonate the missiles on them and destroy them with both shrapnel and explosive force.

The combined assault on the torpedoes is truly a stunning sight. Evidently, some people really didn't want them hitting a certain target. Unfortunately, it is very hard to hit and destroy a torpedo traveling underwater. Despite everyone's attempts, very little is done to the literal wave coming after the Tirpitz. In the end, its more to Tirpitz moving to point away from them, than anyone's attempts to destroy them, that saves her from a very quick death. It's still not enough to avoid getting hit however. Almost simultaneously, 4 Torpedoes strike the stern of the Tirpitz, blowing off all the rudders and destroying the propellers, and creating giant holes in the stern of the ship. almost instantly her speed and maneuvering capabilities are cut to zero. Leaving her adrift, on fire, flooding, and in serious pain.

@Zeroth Jupi @UbeOne @AlphaD @Michael Lewis
@Jhin Lemon
 
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ROS Mărăşeşti
Between Oahu and Kauai
1:00 PM


The combined assault on the torpedoes is truly a stunning sight. Evidently, some people really didn't want them hitting a certain target. Unfortunately, it is very hard to hit and destroy a torpedo traveling underwater. Despite everyone's attempts, very little is done to the literal wave coming after the Tirpitz. In the end, its more to Tirpitz moving to point away from them, than anyone's attempts to destroy them, that saves her from a very quick death. It's still not enough to avoid getting hit however. Almost simultaneously, 4 Torpedoes strike the stern of the Tirpitz, blowing off all the rudders and destroying the propellers, and creating giant holes in the stern of the ship. almost instantly her speed and maneuvering capabilities are cut to zero. Leaving her adrift, on fire, flooding, and in serious pain.
I look back as soon as I hear the explosions. Whelp, looks like the battleship is dead in the water. At least she isn't dead. If she'd listened before this wouldn't have happened...I stop pushing Belmont forward and turn around.

I radio Hobart, Belmont and Delfinul, "The battleship's still alive, but it looks like she can't move. If we work together we might be able to get her out of there."

I head back to the battleships, thankfully she's on the right side of the minefield. As I get closer my IAR-330 lands again and several of my damage control fairies get aboard, as soon as they get as many aboard as they can it takes off again. As soon as it gets close to her the fairies begin spraying firefighting foam anywhere they can from withing the helicopter. It's kind of amusing to watch really, like the typical action movie scene of a helicopter full of gun toting people shooting at the ground, only it's fairies trying to put out fire.

I get behind Tripitz and start to push her away from the remaining enemy fleet. I hook my hands under her arms to try to do what I can to keep her above the water. As a frigate that isn't really much given my low weight, but even a little bit helps.
 
Eliza Brown
Yuri Andropov
Hawaii

By the looks of it, Tirpitz had managed to survive having a few hundred torpedoes fired at her. There's no guarantee that she'll stay alive with how she's listing and on fire, but at least she isn't dead yet.

She saw the Romanian frigate doing her best to tow the German battleship almost ten times larger than her, which was going about as well as one would expect, and signed at the insanity that resulted in a crippled battleship that they now had to clean up after. Wordlessly sailing over to meet the pair, Eliza put one of Tirpitz's arms over her shoulder and did what she could to help keep her afloat.


Anna Werner
Tirpitz
Hawaii


<before Mara intervenes>
On fire, flooding, and missing her right leg, Anna felt awful. To be fair, getting four torpedoes to the rudder would do that to just about anybody, really.

"Still totally worth it, though." She says, chuckling, "Would definitely do that again."

After saying that, she was promptly reminded of the reality of her situation, namely being short a leg and on fire. As it turns out, it is extremely difficult to stand upright when you've only got one foot, so Tirpitz had to settle for awkwardly falling towards one side and keeping one knee on the ground.

"On second thought, probably not. Being hit by torpedoes isn't fun."
 
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"On second thought, probably not. Being hit by torpedoes isn't fun."

Belmont's voice crackled over the radio. "Tirpitz, this is USN Belmont. Requesting sitrep.

I radio Hobart, Belmont and Delfinul, "The battleship's still alive, but it looks like she can't move. If we work together we might be able to get her out of there."

Belmont paused briefly as she heard a squeal of static and pain, followed by a telling silence. In the distance, she could see a explosion where she knew Tirpitz roughly was. Belmont moved to continue on. She stopped, however, as Mara stopped. "Tirpitz risked herself needlessly. Her courage is remarkable, but we can't afford to get bogged down."

Still, despite her reluctance, Belmont followed.

She saw the Romanian frigate doing her best to tow the German battleship almost ten times larger than her, which was going about as well as one would expect, and signed at the insanity that resulted in a crippled battleship that they now had to clean up after. Wordlessly sailing over to meet the pair, Eliza put one of Tirpitz's arms over her shoulder and did what she could to help keep her afloat.

Belmont wheeled around to push the German battleship from behind, steadily ignoring the presence of the Yuri Andropov. "You were careless," said Belmont to Tirpitz in a cool tone, before broadcasting into the radio. "This is the USS Belmont, requesting the urgent assistance of any ships in the area. The Tirpitz has been heavily damaged by multiple torpedo strikes to the stern and is now taking in water. Her rudders and propellers were destroyed during the attack. Extraction is advised."
 
Eliza Brown
Yuri Andropov
Hawaii

Belmont wheeled around to push the German battleship from behind, steadily ignoring the presence of the Yuri Andropov. "You were careless," said Belmont to Tirpitz in a cool tone, before broadcasting into the radio.
Arching her right eyebrow, Eliza looks at USS Belmont and says, "I would suspect that she's noticed, if her past remarks were of any indication."
 
ROS Mărăşeşti
Between Oahu and Kauai
1:00 PM

Belmont wheeled around to push the German battleship from behind, steadily ignoring the presence of the Yuri Andropov.
I frown a little as we seem to slow down when Belmont joins us.
This is the USS Belmont, requesting the urgent assistance of any ships in the area. The Tirpitz has been heavily damaged by multiple torpedo strikes to the stern and is now taking in water. Her rudders and propellers were destroyed during the attack. Extraction is advised.
Oh, so the battleship's name was Tirpitz.

I stumble for the right words to tell Belmont she isn't really helping while still being polite. "Uhh, Belmont, you, uh, seem to be adding more weight than power here. Go on ahead, we'll push Tirpitz out of here"

((OOC: I did math, Belmont does actually slow us down if it's right))
 
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Belmont wheeled around to push the German battleship from behind, steadily ignoring the presence of the Yuri Andropov. "You were careless," said Belmont to Tirpitz in a cool tone, before broadcasting into the radio. "This is the USS Belmont, requesting the urgent assistance of any ships in the area. The Tirpitz has been heavily damaged by multiple torpedo strikes to the stern and is now taking in water. Her rudders and propellers were destroyed during the attack. Extraction is advised."
Dockwise listened to the spyship's transmission with an ashen face. There were more people she could help. People who would die without her.

"I-"

"Go."

Dockwise glanced up at the two destroyers. She couldn't take them back. But she couldn't lave them here either, dead in the water and at the mercy of the Abyssals. How- Of course!

@Zeroth Jupi
@UbeOne

Fiddling with her headset, Dockwise sent a transmission to the two carriers who had arrived alongside her, who had been sending waves of fighters at the Abyssals.

"This HLV Dockwise to USS Gerald R. Ford and USS Saratoga. I have two disabled Destroyers with wounded onboard. Do you think you could tow them to the mainland? There's a battleship that needs me and I can't, in good conscience, take them back to the combat zone."
 
HMAS Hobart
Somewhere between Oahu and Kauai
Daytime


In the end, its more to Tirpitz moving to point away from them, than anyone's attempts to destroy them, that saves her from a very quick death. It's still not enough to avoid getting hit however. Almost simultaneously, 4 Torpedoes strike the stern of the Tirpitz, blowing off all the rudders and destroying the propellers, and creating giant holes in the stern of the ship. almost instantly her speed and maneuvering capabilities are cut to zero. Leaving her adrift, on fire, flooding, and in serious pain.

Hobart's eyes widen and her breath hitches as the report from Sea Goblin filters in. They morosely report that despite their best attempts, their efforts were practically negligible in the face of such overwhelming numbers. It was clear that their failure, the fact that their actions made little difference, weighed heavily on the Sea Goblin team. The door gunner especially.

"I-It's o-okay, you did your best..." The destroyer whispers into her radio. "Y-You may return to me..."

Sea Goblin doesn't answer for a moment before they reply that they would like to stay in the air for as long as they can. If they could be of any use... whether it was anti-submarine, spotting or... heck, they were even willing to fire their Hellfire missiles at the enemy ships if it was necessary. Just let them stay in the air for a little bit longer.

"..." Hobart blinks, momentarily surprised before an understanding smile graces her lips. "U-Understood Sea Goblin... so long as you s-stay safe... P-Please don't stray too far out..."

She didn't fault them for wanting to stay and help... She would've done the same.

They did say the crew what was made the ship.

I radio Hobart, Belmont and Delfinul, "The battleship's still alive, but it looks like she can't move. If we work together we might be able to get her out of there."

"A-Acknowledged..." Hobart has a worried look on her face as she approaches the burning German battleship and winces when she sees the grievous wounds on said battleship. She quietly takes her place beside Tirpitz, allowing the other woman to lean on her shorter frame.

"H-Hey... W-We're here now... P-Please rest assured." She smiled reassuringly even as damage control fairies scurry out from... somewhere on her rigging and clamber over her body and into Tirpitz' rigging to perform their duties, that being fighting fires and correcting flooding.

Perks of being human now, there were certain limitations that were otherwise no longer a problem.

"Don't worry. W-We'll get you out of here..."
 
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