"You know, Taka, a lot of people think you're an idiot for suggesting this."
"People can think what they want to think. This is a free country."
"Hah. Seriously though, an invasion of the Philippines? Even I think it's dicey."
"Then pull out."
"Hey, hey. I said it was dicey, I didn't say I was scared. Here, I'll even lend you some Marines."
"And your shipgirls?"
"Ehh… I'll call you."
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2026, March
In the dimly lit room, the only light was the one being shone from directly above. The Admiral of Yokosuka Naval Base, and current overall leader of the JMSDF - because everyone older was dead or retired - sat slouched over his desk, hands clasped. The shadows he casts are harsh and contrast heavily with his white dress uniform, displaying the bars he has earned in decades of service to the Japanese people. His features are shrouded in shadow. He is, in a word, imposing.
And meeting him, gaze for gaze, through a screen to the other side of the world, is a man with a thick handlebar moustache, hands similarly-clasped, slouched over similarly, in the posture of the overworked Admiralty. Each of them waits for the other to make their first move, for every meeting is a battle, and there can only be one victor.
"Takamichi," his American counterpart says simply.
"Harper," is the Admiral's clipped response.
They continue looking at each other, maintaining their unblinking stare, for long, long minutes. Each second stretches into infinity. Each point in time becomes an eternity. Every moment that passes is a lifetime, an era in itself. Distractions are not permitted. There is nothing else here but this moment and the next. Unblinking. Unbending. Unlimited.
Finally, Admiral Harper blinks. He groans, and covers his eyes.
"Five-Zero Taka," the Admiral smirks.
"Get burnt," Harper fires back.
As the lights flicker back on in each of their offices, Ooyodo marks off another dash on the chalkboard behind the scroll the Admiral insists on hanging up behind him. The Admiral pulls a drawer open and applies the eye drops he needs to keep his eyes from shrivelling up into prunes, while his American counterpart grumbles about getting him next time, like a Saturday Morning cartoon villain.
"Now that we have the customary staring contest out of the way, let's get down to business."
"Quite," the Admiral nods. "We're all but finished with the Philippines Campaign. All that's left is Manila. Unfortunately, it's Manila."
"Why don't you use your frigging carriers and bomb it to bits? That's what you usually do."
The Admiral smirks. "Cute. No, not this time. The Seaport Princess' air wing rivals an entire Carrier Division alone, and we know there are three Fleet Carriers in the Bay lending their air wings. I don't get to bomb it to dust this time." He tilts his head forward. "That's where your girls come in, by the way."
"First off: Fuck you, we do Carriers better."
"Then where are they?"
"Get burnt. Second off: they should be there in a few days. You're welcome for doubling your battleship firepower. God bless America and all that."
"Good. Now, how are my girls?"
"They're in Canada right now." Harper gives the Admiral a significant look. Not truly aggrieved, that would be a sign of weakness. Not truly angry, that would be a sign of defeat. Just kind of… frustrated? Annoyed? Confused? Ah, right. Bemused. "Why did you give them six months of paid leave again?"
"Because I'm not giving them to you." The Admiral crosses his arms, huffing. Moments later, he deflates. "...They might get bullied."
"What? No, I'd never."
"You aren't your girls, and there's still a lot of bad blood between them." The Admiral adjusts his cap, letting out a breath. "Keep an eye on them, could you?"
"Of course. You keep an eye on my girls, alright?"
"Of course."
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"Maaaaaan, I'm so jealous of them," Hiryuu grumbles as she lays belly-down on a beanbag chair, hands and legs flailing. "I bet they're snowboarding or something! Or shooting meese! Mooses! Whatever they do in Canada!"
"Duty is a privilege, Hiryuu, not a right," Souryuu tries to say to mollify her sister. "I mean… This means the Admiral trusts us more, right? So that we can get the job done better. Akagi, back me up on this."
Akagi, her mouth full of pretzels and potato chips, nods enthusiastically.
Souryuu looks at her, suppresses a sigh, and tries to smile. "Uh… Kaga, back me up on this?"
Kaga, her mouth full of pretzels and potato chips, nods astutely.
"The two of you are just incorrigible!"
Akagi swallows, and leans forward to chop Souryuu on the head. "No! Bad! Show respect to your seniors!"
"Ow!"
Kaga swallows, and dabs at her cheeks with a napkin. "The 5th Carrier Division is doing an important job in the states, and we should not assume they are having fun. If we die, the entire burden of providing air support in the Pacific falls to them. Could any of us bear that burden easily?"
Hiryuu looks at the floor, counting tiles, and tries not to get self-reflective. Souryuu, nursing a bruise on her head, succeeds already. "B-But they're in Canada…"
"And we're in the Philippines. Eating snacks. Lounging on cushions and beanbag chairs." Kaga pats the thick stack of cushions she currently kneels on for emphasis. "Let us have some perspective, Hiryuu, Souryuu."
"Okay…"
"W-Why am I being scolded?!"
"Because you called us incorrigible and I am extremely petty."
Akagi whistles, and breaks open a fresh bag of chips. "Wow, Kaga, I thought you didn't like the 5th Carrier Division!"
"They're children playing with toys beyond their ken, and are wasting the technological advantage gifted to them through experience with us." Kaga chomps fiercely on a potato chip for emphasis, still wearing her blank expression. "I don't like them. I just also respect them."
"Right, right… Say, didn't I find a picture of Zuikaku in your--"
The potato chip flies out of Akagi's hands and is immediately pinned to the wall on the far side. Akagi doesn't flinch at the sight of Kaga drawing another arrow at her head, but Hiryuu and Souryuu certainly do. It all happened in an instant. How did Kaga move so quickly? Her bow wasn't even right next to her.
"...Hoho?" Akagi turns slowly to her Division's flagship, her face a dark shadow. "Are we really doing this, Kaga~?"
In another instant, Akagi has her bow in hand and arrow nocked as well, aimed at Kaga. To Hiryuu and Souryuu, this was like being caught between elephants. Angry, metal, incredibly fast elephants. With strategic strike capability and a lot of fighter aircraft.
"...Hiryuu, hold me."
"T-T-Tamon Maru? It's me. Help."
----
"So, how are things so far?"
Something explodes as Mutsu opens her mouth, followed by hollering and screaming and even more explosions. Mutsu smiles and shrugs, as things return to their normal state. "Things are as they usually are, Nagato."
"I felt that all the way in Yokosuka." Nagato grins, and gives a thumbs up. "Compliments to the Carriers, they have levelled up again. Most impressive. And our Battleships?"
Mutsu glances over at Fusou as she strokes Shigure's hair, and Yamashiro as she braids Fusou's hair. Shigure purrs and wags her arms like a sleeping puppy, eliciting soft content sighs from the both of them. "More of the same. We will be ready for Manila."
"Good, good. I wanted to come down there myself, but…" Nagato shrugs helplessly. "It can't be helped, the Admiral wants me to stay."
"Well, it's alright. The Admiral got me some help that you'd approve of."
"Hm? I didn't hear about this."
The door kicks open, and three battleships bearing the insignia of the 5th Fleet step in. The three of them are curvaceous beauties, as battleships tend to be, and as tall as any other. One of them has worn their long hair in a ponytail, the second has let it grow out, and the third is wearing a baseball cap of all things. And each of them wear a metal choker almost identical to the ones Mutsu and Nagato wear.
"Hey," the one with the baseball cap says with a sly grin, and she nods at Mutsu. "Mutsu, what's up?"
"...Mutsu, is that--"
The one with the ponytail leans over to the screen and waves. "Yo, Nagato! Colorado, Mommyland and West Virginia, reporting for duty!"
"Oh my god it's the American Big Seven," Yamashiro whispers, and starts hissing like a cat. Shigure wakes up, startled, and is soothed only by Fusou's frantic face stroking.
The middle sister slaps her face, sighing. "Col, it's Maryland. God, this happens every time!"
"But you're such a mom, Mommy!" West Virginia laughs.
"West, I am your older sister, not your mother. That would be weird. And we're weird enough!"
West laughs, pulls herself out a seat, and leans on her elbows looking at Mutsu and Nagato. "Wow, you two are a lot prettier in person. Well," she squints, "Mutsu is. Haven't seen NagaNaga in person yet!"
"N-NagaNaga?!"
Mutsu rolls her eyes, still smiling. "Colorado, your sister hasn't changed a bit, has she?"
"There are no brakes on the West Virginia," the eldest sister says with pride as she strikes a pose, flexing her arms. "And neither does the Colo Train! Whoo whoo!"
"...I like NagaNaga."
"Whoo! Breaks are for suckers!" West Virginia cheers, nearly taking her hat off as she throws her arms up, and then her eyes fall onto the shivering Shigure on Fusou's lap. "Oh my god that's a Destroyer I'm going to pet her."
"Virginia no," Maryland sighs.
"Virginia yes," she laughs, and cartwheels onto the table, hands deftly avoiding Mutsu's laptop, and towards Shigure and the Fusou Sisters. All while Yamashiro continues to hiss like a cat.
"...Hah, lively as always, you three!" Nagato laughs heartily, and Colorado quickly joins in. Mutsu and Maryland look on quietly, one amused, the other bemused. "Truly, you three are my fellows in the Big Seven!"
"We'll cover for you real good, Nagato!" Colorado says as she strikes a pose before the laptop, flexing one arm and cupping the bicep with the other. "On my honor as a Colorado, and on my honor as one of the BIG SEVEN!"
Mutsu chuckles as Maryland palms her face in dejection and slumps onto the chair that West Virginia cartwheeled off of. And to think, she was originally worried about the three of them coming. They were exactly like they were on Skype! Nagato always lamented that Nelson and Rodney weren't here, and the Big Seven were not together. No, just the Big Five.
Well, the Big Five are big enough.
"Now that we're all here," Mutsu begins, as Colorado pulls out a chair for herself and turns Nagato's laptop to face Mutsu, "We can talk about our plan for the Manila Bay attack. We battleships are the keystone of this plan, and it is important that none of us get wounded prior to--"
"FUSOU PUNCH!"
Mutsu picks her laptop up and holds it over her head through sheer instinct, and not a second too soon as West Virginia crashes onto their table and shatters it into wood chips, her head lolling in a daze as if imaginary birdies were flying around it.
"What happened? I can't see. Mutsu, tell me what happened."
Mutsu looks over at Fusou and Yamashiro, both panting heavily with their mirrored fists smoking, and Shigure clinging onto both of their legs. She holds her blank expression for several long seconds, while Fusou and Yamashiro gradually got more and more concerned.
And then she chuckled. "Oh, Fusou and Yamashiro did a combination attack and punched West Virginia into the table."
"That is awesome. Did anyone get hurt?"
"West Virginia could use some ice," Maryland calls out.
"She could use some AMERICA," Colorado says.
"Col not now."
"Nope!" Mutsu says happily.
"Excellent. Now, continue with your briefing." Mutsu doesn't see anything as she repositions the laptop on her lap, but the rustling she hears can only be Nagato clasping her hands together in an Admiral-like fashion. "The Decisive Battle approaches."
A pause.
"...The Decisive Battle approaches and I'm not there to fight it. Dammit."
"...Whoo whoo?" Colorado suggests. And then Maryland slaps her upside the head.
Mutsu chuckles. Oh, what fun.