"I'll put in a request. If you come up with anything else feel free to tell me. For now, we should introduce you to the other girls, we're going to need to make more food at this rate," I say.
USS Worcester
Hearing the knocking, Anna gestures for her fairies to put their instruments away do something else. They comply, and the impromptu rendition of "Have You Ever Seen the Rain" was cut out as the fairies ducked back inside their ship.
Jennifer looks over at the submarine. She's initially a bit surprised at the Soviet era submarine on a US Naval Base, before internally shrugging and carrying on. She goes over to the food, noting the availability of both some familiar breakfast foods and some of what she guessed were Russian foods, based on the tiny little signs that she assumed the Typhoon's crew had erected in front of each of them. She decided to try a little of all of them, in particular the blini, syrniki, and oladyi. She also got a bit of the grechnevaya kasha, as well as a piece of french toast and some bacon.
Returning the nod that the submarine gave me. I awaited for the Captain to lead the way for me to follow in suite only to find out that she'd already left citing something I failed to hear.
Hearing a door opening, my eyes automatically traced where did come from only to find a big shipgirl.
Oh shit a Gerald R. Ford-class?! Why we haven't won the war yet!
Jennifer smiled. "Nice to meet you Luna. No need to be all that formal, unless we're in the same room as the upper brass I'm probably not going to be very formal myself. Although, I am kind of curious what your story is, seeing as I don't recall the Philippines having an Antonio Luna-class, or having purchased an OHP."
With Worcester trailing behind me, I lead us back to the kitchen, the path between it and my office becoming very familiar in a short period of time. Opening the door brings a surprise however, the newest addition is here. A lucky coincidence I suppose.
Smiling at the friendliness of the Carrier, I told her what me and the eggheads found out when I first returned. "Okay then Jennifer. As for your question, the eggheads, me, and my crew found out that we're supposedly from a parallel world where the Philippines ended up being less corrupt. Please don't ask me about the parallel world thing, I'll just chalk it up the same way as the eggheads chalked it up. Magical Girl Sparkly Bullshit."
Jennifer turned around slightly, then stood up and saluted. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Captain."
Jennifer noted the other new shipgirl. While she wasn't familiar with any of the class in particular, she was aware of it. Worcester-class light cruisers, armed with 12 dual-purpose rapid fire 6" guns in 6 twin turrets, along with multiple 3"/50 caliber rapid fire guns and numerous 20 mm Oerlikon autocannons. Decommissioned not long after the second World War due to the inefficiency of large-caliber anti-aircraft weapons versus modern aircraft.
Jennifer nods at the Captain, before sitting back down to resume eating.
Jennifer tilts her head slightly at this. "Huh. Interesting."
Jennifer just nods at Sofiya. "Nice to meet you Cypher." Jennifer ate a bit more of her food, before swallowing and resuming talking. "I've got to say, the kasha, oladyi, blini, and syrniki are all wonderful."
Jennifer speaks up at this. "Actually, if you could run off a second copy for me, that would be awesome. I don't have the best mapping skills, so it takes me a while to build a mental map in my head of locations."
USS Worcester
"Well, with regards to what there is to eat, Sofiya made breakfast. There's french toast, bacon, I'm pretty sure I saw normal pancakes, waffles, and some scrambled eggs too, and then there's the Russian foods she wound up being awesome and making. Specifically, there's oladyi, which is a sort of thick mini-pancake, blini, which are thin pancake type things that you can also put stuff inside of and roll up to make crepes, syrniki, which are sort of but not quite cheese-filled pancake type things, and grechnevaya kasha, which is a sort of oatmeal slash porridge type thing."
"Hello Worcester. I'm Antonio Luna, namesake of my class of Guided Missile Frigate, call me Luna for short." I say as I gave the Cruiser a nod.
With a wry smile, I speak to clear up a small matter, "while I do appreciate the compliment it really should be given to my crew member as they did all the cooking today and will be doing so for the foreseeable future until such a time comes that I can control my strength, now for the map I am sure my crew member would be more than happy to make another map for you he has been rather bored lately", he really had been complaining to me before about not having something to do and this shoud be the perfect thing to keep him busy a bit longer. With that out of the way, I listen to Worcester's question.
Before I can reply I notice Jennifer has already done so rather accurately at that too so with a smile and a purposefully stereotypical Russian accent I reply, "Da comrade, you have described them rather accurately, though I would not always trust Wikipedia for more than getting a basic feel of things".
Jennifer chuckles slightly at the accent. "Yeah, it's why I decided to double check with you to make sure that I hadn't gotten the basics wrong."
USS Worcester
"Please call me Worcester," she replied with a nod of acknowledgement. Worcester couldn't place any sort of ship by that name or class in her head, so perhaps she was a foreign vessel? That'd explain the name, but when Worcester looked at the other girl, she saw sections that looked like they were off of the Perry-class frigate. So maybe America had built her and then sold her to another country? It'd make sense she supposed.
Part of the way through her first piece of french toast, Worcester looked up when another girl approached and addressed her, bringing up some of the very issues that Worcester had been contemplating.
Jennifer nods, with a sympathetic look on her face. "Makes sense. As a temporary measure, I'd suggest replacing some of your 3"/50 dual-purpose mounts with Phalanx CIWS mounts, as the Phalanx is a relatively self-contained system that will likely only require minimal modification to mount in place of a 3"/50 mount, assuming that you don't mind using the slightly older Block 1 Phalanx as opposed to the Block 1A. Alternatively, you could use the Block 1A, but you'd have to adjust the power and hydraulic feeds to instead run the pneumatic drive for the Block 1A." Jennifer pauses, before continuing. "In the future, once we have time for a more thorough refit, I'd suggest getting either a NTU package or going through with a refit to equip yourself with an Aegis system. Both would probably require not insignificant modification to your superstructure. I'd also suggest removing the majority of your 3"/50 mounts and all of your 20 mm Oerlikon mounts, as gun-based anti-aircraft weaponry has mostly fallen out of favor. I'd also suggest, if at all possible, removing one of your twin 6" 47 caliber turrets, and frankly stripping out the turret mounting assembly all together, in favor of a Mark 41 Vertical Launch System set, as that would enable you to field a wide variety of modern Surface-to-Air, anti-ship, and anti-submarine missiles."
USS Worcester
Jennifer looked sheepish, having realized shortly after she stopped talking that Worcester would have had no clue what most of the systems she'd described actually were. "Sure. Sorry about going full technobabble on you there, I sort of forgot that you were... uh... decommissioned before any of those were developed." She chuckled nervously. "I've been going over all of the technical manuals for any of the systems I'm fitted with, and occasionally I've wound up wandering off topic." 'Or just taking random wiki walks, but you'd get lost even faster if I tried to explain the internet to you.'
USS Worcester
Jennifer looks melancholy. "Hey, at least you can say you have a service history around here. Basic gist? As far as the eggheads can tell, I'm technically from about 2 years into the future, relatively speaking. My memories say I got taken out by Abyssals from beyond visual range without a fight, but my memories of that also say it happened on March 27th, of the year 2020, not the year 2018. Honestly the term used by Luna to describe her situation also applies. Sparkly Magic Girl Bullshit." Jennifer scoffs, mostly at herself.