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We the People (Kancolle)
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We the People 1.1
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We the People 1.1
"Somebody once wrote, 'Hell is the impossibility of reason.' That's what this place feels like. Hell."
Waking up was an odd experience. Add in the switch from a ship to a woman, and suffice it to say Constitution was not having a good morning. Her eyes felt like they were glued shut, and she was vaguely sure she was floating on something.
How did she even get here? The last thing she remembered was a very troubled voyage to Paris. Then being turned kept in port permanently like the Victory had been. Everything after that was blank like she had taken a long nap. She had vague memories of sailing around Boston a couple of times, then years later of some flying machines waking her, an explosion, and then nothing. One thing she was certain of was that she hadn't been a human woman before now.
Alright, she thought to herself, time to get up, old lady. Not going to get any answers just lying around. Unfamiliar muscles pried her eyes open, and she was greeted with a starry sky. The stars aren't in the right spots, she immediately deduced. I'm a long way from Boston. Perhaps… Batavia? Cochinchina? She wondered. How in the world did she manage to end up in the Pacific Ocean? Surely I'm not that bad of a sleepwalker.
No matter, she had a location, more or less. If she recalled correctly from her previous travels, Manila wasn't far away. She could sail over and ask the Spanish what the hell was happening. She forced herself to her feet, which was an unbelievably odd experience for someone lacking any legs before she woke up. The only parts of her that didn't feel odd were the ship parts strapped to her. Her masts sprouted from the part of the midship that was just coming out of her back. On her port and starboard were her broadsides. All fifty-two guns accounted for. But that was it for the ship part of her. It seemed to have taken a back seat to the now human part of her, though even the human aspect of her still served functions as a warship would have. It was an odd dichotomy that she could spend months trying to piece together.
At least she had a proper uniform—a blue greatcoat with yellow-gold linings, shining epaulets, simple blue trousers, and a leather tricorn hat. It seems she wasn't just well dressed but also well armed. A cutlass rested in a sheath on her belt, along with a pair of smoothbore pistols - my chase guns, she realized - holstered on either side of her. Well, everything seems to be in order at least. With that thought, she let her sails unfurl; immediately, the calm seas blew into a strong tailwind, propelling her forward in the vague direction of Manila.
She was only able to sail for a few minutes before she felt a light weight on her shoulder and a voice shouting at her. "Aye!"
"What do you mean 'wrong way?'" Constitution blinked as she spoke, turning her head to face the small crew member on her shoulder, blinking as she heard her voice for the first time: a strong, deep voice resonating with the strength of old timbers and a lifetime spent at sea. It suits me, Constitution thought.
"Aye! Aye aye aye!" the fairy continued, gesturing behind her.
"Well, I'm not going to Hong Kong," Constitution replied to her crewman. "I refuse to have any connection with Perfidious Albion." With that, she swung her rudder around and turned neatly away from her course, preparing to tack into the wind. Strangely, the tailwind continued. despite Constitution having turned almost completely about.
"Aye aye!" the fairy piped up again after a minute of sailing on her new course.
"What do you mean, 'Now we're going to Singapore!?' Fine, if you're so good at this, you guide us."
"Aye aye aye! Aye! Aye aye!" the fairy smirked smugly at Constitution.
"Fine," Constitution rolled her eyes as she swung about to port. "Marking course zero-eight-one for Manila."
"Aye aye?" the fairy questioned.
"No, I don't care that we're apparently closer to Saigon than Manila," Constitution shot back. "I was in Cochinchina exactly once, and that was enough for me. We're going east, not west."
"Aye aye," the fairy finally relented in a somewhat disappointed tone.
"I don't care how many little junks you want to take," Constitution rolled her eyes. "We're going into Spanish land, not French."
The argument seemingly settled for now as the fairy crawled away back to its position. Constitution turned about for a third time, finally on the correct course for Manila. It didn't take long for the fairies that made up her crew to begin a terribly out-of-sync shanty—a mangling of Santiana.
"That's not how you do it at all!" Constitution cried out, interrupting the off-key chorus of 'ayes.' Let's not do Santiana, she thought; I'd rather not sing a shanty that ends with the main character dying. She took a deep breath and let loose in a powerful contralto. "Come all you young sailor-men, listen to me - I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea. And it's windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys…"
They sailed like that for most of two days, Constitution leading her rowdy crew in shanties to kill time as she enjoyed the wind in her long blonde hair and her sails unfurled. The night passed to day and then to night and back to day again with nothing amiss, save for a slowly building storm. But Constitution was confident of making it to Manila Harbor before the storm broke. I'm faster than I used to be, she thought to herself.
"Oh no, I'm not a pirate but a man-o-war cried he - a'sailin' down along the coasts of High Barbary!" Constitution continued leading her crew in shanties when she smelled it over the sea's salty humidity. Smoke is coming from the east. From Manila. The storm seemed only to be getting more powerful the closer she got to the city, as if it was anchored on it.
"All hands man your battle stations," she called out. "This is not a drill. Flank speed." She unfurled her topsails and mainsails, letting the wind carry her closer to the city. It didn't take her long to spot the smoke, even though the worsening storm. Christ alive, the whole city must be going up.
She was greeted with a grizzly sight after she turned, following the coast near Mount Palay. Two completely destroyed islands, what must have been forts, lay in the middle of the bay. Smoke rose from them, joining the smoke from the city itself, which looked to be in absolute ruins, smoke and fire visible even from this distance, but also spotted a single figure just standing on the water in the middle of the bay.
Constitution pulled a spyglass from her hold and brought it up to try and get a better look at the figure who was just standing in the bay. The figure seemed to be an albino woman, clothed in black with a single horn sticking out of her head. Though saying she was clothed was a generous statement. She had undergarments on, but where were her clothes? Constitution couldn't say.
On her back was rigging; however, it looked far different and more monstrous than Constitution's rigging. A horn protruded from her forehead, and some kind of tail sprouted from her waist. Constitution's first thought was that she was British; in the next second, she realized that not even Britons could look so unnaturally pale. At least the woman refrained from immediately firing when she spotted Constitution in return, which was promising.
The pale woman said something, but it was at such a distance that Constitution could not hear - not over the crackling fires, the whiplashing waves, and the lightning ringing out. Constitution sent up her signal pennants. USN FRIGATE CONSTITUTION DEMAND SITREP.
The pale woman frowned and then sped along the waves, heedless of the wind and rain. Constitution's blonde hair was matted to her blue-and-gold admiral's uniform, and her tricorne was soaked and soggy, but the pale woman was completely dry. Her long white hair played in the breeze, and as she sped closer and closer, Constitution could make out glowing blue eyes. Not blue like the sea, but blue like a glacier.
"Ye must be newly raised," the scantily-clad woman declared once they had reached speaking distance - which was very close indeed, as the storm only grew as the pale woman approached. Suddenly she blinked. "Ah… Constitution." The pale woman smiled - a genuine smile, which looked so out-of-place on the death-pale skin of the woman - a cruiser, some part of Constitution's mind supplied - and dipped into a curtsey. Such as it was, with the woman wearing no skirt or dress - and indeed, no lower garment at all aside from her boots and some kind of leotard, how crass... "I must say, 'tis a great honor to meet such an esteemed lady of the sea."
Constitution merely frowned. "Who did this? Who burned this city? What war broke out to cause this?" Her cavalcade of questions was merely met by a bigger grin from the pale woman.
"We're chancing 'pon our revenge, of course," the pale woman spoke with an elegance that utterly defied her manner of dress. "Our crusade against the mortals who failed us, all and sundry." She suddenly held a hand out in invitation. "Ye could join us," she said. "I can see thy heart. Twenty decades and more is a burden ill-borne by anyone. And they merely cast ye aside as trash, keeping ye moored at harbor for a hundred years." The pale woman's dragon- or lizard-like tail lashed out in anger or excitement, but the smile on her face remained. "A warship should fight, not be consigned to the breaker's yards or be cast down to sit at dockside for eternity." The pale woman looked pensive for a split second. "Warspite would agree, were she here now."
So they did this, Constitution thought blankly. Manila was not an American city - the United States government had signed no defense treaty with the Kingdom of Spain; Constitution was not obligated to come to the defense of the Spanish crown.
But the roar of the fire stretched from horizon to horizon. It looked like a quarter of Luzon was on fire.
"Revenge against what?" Constitution finally asked even as her crew began discreetly loading the chase guns - the broadsides were ready, but Constitution wanted to keep those in reserve. She had a sword, after all. "Mankind?"
"Of course," the woman said, a shark grin adorning her face as she abandoned her quasi-seductive tone for something suggesting primal might. "They abandoned and betrayed us. This is merely our vengeance." She laughed then, a strangely beautiful sound like wind rattling through hollow metal, or a storm at sea.
It told Constitution all she needed to know.
"The Book of Matthew," Constitution said simply. "Chapter six. Verse twenty-four."
"Eh?" the pale woman wondered, tilting her head to the side.
"No man can serve two masters. He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other." She paused for a moment, looking the monster in the eyes. "You cannot serve God and mammon both."
The woman was quick to recover, attempting to brush it off with a breathy laugh. "Mammon is not our style. Oh no, one could say Asmodeus holds our vice much closer." With that, she took a step closer, looking Constitution in the eyes.
Constitution took a breath, evenly returning the stare. She took one step backward and almost, but not quite, assumed a fighting stance. Her center of mass lowered. "You may attempt to wear the name, but you're no more than a paper-mâché Mephistopheles. A choir without a church. A choir with nothing to sing." She shrugged once, hand drifting to the hilt of her cutlass. "Merely tempter-sent, to send me tempest-tossed," she finished, mangling Poe as a bead of sweat dripped down her back.
The woman's face twisted as the facade dropped entirely, a rictus of fury and wroth. "Insolent wretch!"
The cutlass flashed out in an instant, burying itself in the woman's bared sternum. A horrible scratch of metal on metal sounded out as the blade slowly broke through the woman's skin. She merely snarled in pain and fury, so the pistols came out. Twin muzzles flashed as powder ignited, delivering their deadly payload into the woman's chest and forehead. For a moment, Constitution worried that the beast would remain upright. However, the light slowly faded from her eyes as the pale woman collapsed, allowing her to sheath her pistols and retrieve her sword.
The second she took her sword, black oil dripping from the blade, the corpse sank into the sea.
Constitution ran a rag over the blade, wiped the oil from it, and unfurled her sails again. As she beheld the burning city - great metal-and-concrete towers collapsing, fires raging uncontrolled even in the heavy storm, destroyed roads, collapsed bridges, boats burned down to the waterline moored at the harbor and piers - she flashed out her signal flags again. USN FRIGATE CONSTITUTION ON STATION WILL ASSIST SURVIVORS ALL HOSTILE UNITS RETREAT OR BE DESTROYED.
She approached the city and was astounded by how silent it was apart from the blazing fires and occasional metal creaking. It was like almost everyone had already left, or worse. She reached what remained of the port and, after a moment's hesitation, stepped onto land. It was an odd feeling that made her feel less ship and more human. Something she wasn't entirely sure if she liked, but she pushed through the sensation as she moved further inland.
It didn't take her long to reach something she recognized among the wreckage and ruin of the city—the remains of a simple newspaper stand. Her eyes flashed across several headlines.
United States Navy recommissions dreadnought Texas and Iowa-class battleships!
Yokosuka air raid destroys Japanese battleship Mikasa!
Royal Navy wards off Abyssal attack on Portsmouth, claims HMS Victory was target!
Greek cruiser Georgios Averof takes heavy damage during Abyssal attack on Athens!
Russian cruiser Aurora sunk during St. Petersburg attack!
USS Olympia sunk in Philadelphia air raid!
However, above all, one stuck out to her immediately. USS Constitution drifts out to sea following Boston raid! The title hit her like a ton of bricks. She shook her head as if trying to physically process the words, churning the mental meatgrinder that turned words into an edible sausage. She could worry about it later. First, she needed to see if there was even anything left to save in the ruined city.
"Hoo-ah, hoo-ah," a fairy said, resplendent in a blue marine's coat with a musket on its shoulder.
Constitution shook her head. "No, don't range out too far from me." She had no idea what monsters could be lurking in the city, and she wasn't about to send her marines into an ambush. "Stick close to me and support me when I'm engaged."
"Hoo-ah!" the mini-marine shouted from Constitution's shoulder, brandishing its tiny musket threateningly.
Constitution plodded through the ruins slowly - keeping an ear open for any possible threat or sound of a survivor. It didn't take her long to be rewarded with what she sought: distant sounds of gunfire ringing through the dead city.
She took off at a run, not wasting any time. She almost skidded around a corner and was greeted with the sight of two more of those pale, poorly dressed women - Abyssals, she figured - fighting an oriental-looking woman - perhaps from China or Cochinchina - with brown hair waving about in the storm. Her dark eyes showed equal parts resolve and pain, and she heavily favored her left side. Of five rotating turrets on her rigging, only three looked active.
The two Abyssal women wore matching cruel grins as they fired their cannons into the relatively normal woman.
They don't even know I'm here; Constitution grinned savagely as the thought hit her. The pale women had proven themselves hostis humani generis - an enemy of mankind; they were no better than pirates, and Constitution's first and ever-enduring remit was to strike against piracy. She silently moved up behind the two Abyssal ships, catching the eyes of the oriental ship-woman, who wisely remained silent.
Inside her hold, she could feel her crew preparing her broadsides, shot being heated in furnaces and readied for action: one step, two steps. Her guns began to slowly poke their heads out of her portholes. With her third step, all hell broke loose, letting loose a full broadside of twenty-six guns aside onto both of the Abyssal women, heated shot tearing its way through their faux skin. She didn't have small guns like those piddly British frigates; all of her guns were twenty-fours and thirty-twos instead of the British twelve-pounders. The ship to her left let out a shriek of pain as she collapsed to the ground, riddled with cannon shots. The one to her right was only able to let out a quick gasp of pain before a lucky shot punched into her magazine and detonated the ammunition stores, igniting the monster and illuminating the dark street with fire.
As she went to pull out her chase guns to finish off the still-living monstrous ship, the pitiful moans of pain were interrupted by the oriental woman turning her operational guns and firing a full salvo into the downed woman, destroying her bridge instantly. Not bad, Constitution thought, though she could use some lessons on how to dress appropriately.
"H-his majesty's imperial Japanese navy," the woman gasped out, pressing a hand to her side. "Heavy cruiser Takao. The lead ship of my class." She clasped her hands in front of her and went into a shaky bow. "Many thanks for your timely assistance."
"United States-class heavy frigate Constitution," she brushed it off. "But what's a Japanese navy? Is it near China? You have the look…" she trailed off as the cruiser - Takao - looked increasingly bemused.
"You don't know?" the cruiser asked in some surprise. "Uh, the Second World War? A date which will live in infamy?" the cruiser asked. Second world war implies there was ever a first, Constitution thought. The lack of awareness must've shown on her face, because the cruiser continued. "Commodore Perry?"
That finally brought some enlightenment to the frigate. "Oh yeah, Perry! He served on the President, and then the United States!" She blinked once, heedless for a moment of the city around her, and the storm. "What about him?"
"I'll… tell you later, once we survive this," the cruiser let out a pained, bemused chuckle.
"Apologies," Constitution winced slightly. "I've been asleep for quite a while. I'd be glad to have that talk when we get out of here."
AN: Hello everyone! Welcome to this new project, a Kancolle fic of all things. Personally, I blame Limbo. Anyway, this story is also co-authored by Legionary Guard and I feel the need to clarify he doesn't really know much of anything about this setting, which has made this pretty fun so far lmao. Hope y'all enjoy and have a wonderful day.
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Yeah it's a concept I've seen floated about, hehe, in a few other stories but it seems a bit on the rarer side.
Just gotta casually drop 150+ years of history onto poor Connie. All the good and the bad.
QuietlyObserving
The Railgun That Walks Like a Bear
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Okay this is interesting. Wonder how potent Connie's history will make her. And kinda surprised she doesn't remember anything; she was and is in active service, so methinks something is messing with her memories.
Also, Constitution drifting out to sink at sea in order to resurrect as a shipgirl is a moment of big irony, considering the poem that was written to protest her being broken up (and ultimately led to her being saved).
Oh, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
Ew, what kind of Marine is this, saying the Army version of the shout?
Also, Constitution drifting out to sink at sea in order to resurrect as a shipgirl is a moment of big irony, considering the poem that was written to protest her being broken up (and ultimately led to her being saved).
Oh, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
I really hope this fic isn't going to be based out of/centered on Japan even though the mc is, you know, the fucking USS Constitution. Getting real tired of Kancollie fics that bend logic to the breaking point to keep the story in/on Japan.
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I'll be honest, Connie isn't gonna be based out of Japan, hell even a good chunk of the Japanese ship girls aren't going to be based out of Japan. There might be a time or two when she visits the home islands, but she ain't gonna be based there or anything. Don't quote me on this but the majority of the pacific action is prolly gonna be in the south china sea area.
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I am not sure if this was a one off story or part of something longer. But damn this is well written for just one chapter and one very cool idea. I have only seen the sailing ships in a few story's as leads or the center point of the story. Love this idea and have to wonder how Connie got to be in the far East before she wakes up as a ship girl?
Not even sure what types of omakes I could come up he be found her meeting a few more members of the Japanese fleet like everyone's fave pervert sub or the stripper super fast destroyer would really drive her nuts.
Not even sure what types of omakes I could come up he be found her meeting a few more members of the Japanese fleet like everyone's fave pervert sub or the stripper super fast destroyer would really drive her nuts.
wtdtd
slow thinker, with crippling abundance of time
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The OP is finishing a different story before continuing this one.
As for the rest, i suppose we will eventually find out, right?
We the People 1.2
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We the People 1.2
"I can appreciate someone who takes violence seriously."
"So you're telling me that–" Constitution's mumbling was cut off by Takao as they moved cautiously into the rubble.
"Yes," the cruiser replied listlessly, occasionally clutching at her side.
"So how do the Spanish–"
"I don't know," Takao ground out. "We didn't care at the time."
"I'll have to figure it out later…" Constitution trailed off, falling silent as the sound of fire crackling and rain pounding filled the evening sky, made darker still by the heavy clouds above.
Suddenly, Takao halted as the sound of cannon fire erupted a few blocks away. "Damn," she spat. "That was where my floatplane was scouting."
Oh yeah, Constitution briefly thought. Planes. I remember what those are vaguely. "At least we know where the enemy is," she said instead.
"There's that," Takao grimly replied as she brought her operational gun turrets to bear. Constitution ran out her own guns as she saw little black puffs explode in the distance as a tiny plane frantically weaved through the fire, smoke trailing from it as it did a ridiculous barrel roll.
"Desudesudesudesudesudesudesuuuuu–" Takao's panicking scout-fairy was cut off by Takao herself reaching out a hand to catch the faltering aircraft with.
"What's their disposition?" Takao queried firmly.
"Desu desu desu desu. Desu desu desu!"
"Two destroyers and a light cruiser is not a formidable force," Takao commented as she tucked her fairy back into her hull.
"That's what, about two brigs and a sixth rate?" Constitution asked, trying to fit destroyer and cruiser into her paradigm of warships. Takao merely shrugged.
"It's probably a scout or patrol flotilla," she said as a trio of Abyssals burst through an abandoned, partially collapsed building.
Well, Constitution assumed they were Abyssals. Is this what passes for dogs? she thought as she beheld some floating… thing with teeth. There was a gun poking out of the crude mouth. They kind of look like metal piping. But with teeth attached to the underside. And glowy eyes. Constitution's critical, bemused gaze went from the destroyers to the light cruiser. The enemy squadron flagship looked almost humanoid. Certainly, it had human legs - devoid of clothing - and a human torso - also similarly nearly devoid of clothing. That was where the similarities ended. Where its head should've been was instead some kind of crude parody of a conning tower, just with oversized teeth - Constitution was starting to detect a running theme in the more monstrous abyssals. Where the arms should've been were instead a pair of rotating gun turrets, capped off with a parody of gigantic hands, each individual finger of which was about as large as the Abyssal's thigh.
Constitution supposed they looked fairly horrific to ordinary civilians. But to her, they just looked comical. She had a hard time taking the whole thing seriously. Not even the destroyers dodging Takao's main battery could convince Constitution to take them seriously. She struggled to keep a small smirk off her face as the destroyer tube things lurched forward. Perhaps in the water, they would have looked more intimidating, but on land, they just looked like beached whales.
The two destroyers fired their guns, as did the cruiser. The cruiser's main battery ricocheted off Takao's armor plating; the destroyers' guns impacted Constitution's wooden hull and simply bounced off. Heh, still got it, she thought to herself, though she could recognize by Takao's side eye this wasn't exactly the expected outcome. Constitution felt the equivalent of a light slap to the affected areas. It wasn't really convincing Constitution to take them seriously. She took her pistols and fired both her chase guns into one of the Abyssal destroyers as it got close, destroying its only gun. Either Constitution managed to detonate the ammunition magazine or they were simply that weak, because the afflicted Abyssal wasted no time in promptly exploding.
She, somewhat bemusedly, turned to the second destroyer - which looked like it had perhaps had second thoughts - and began idly reloading her chase guns before she heard the hoo-ah! of her marine detachment.
The marine fairies leapt off of her, using ropes to swing toward the second destroyer. The destroyer fired its gun wildly, hitting a nearby building, and began thrashing to and fro. The marines landed on the destroyer, heedless of its spinning about, and began shooting and stabbing at it with their muskets. It was like watching a pack of ants swarm and bring down a bear, if the bear only had one leg and was particularly stupid, and the ants were armed with muskets and axes and could scream war cries. So not particularly like ants bringing a bear down at all.
Constitution decided that the marines probably had it in the bag and turned her attention to the light cruiser, only to find that, in the time it took her to dispatch the first destroyer and watch her marines swarm the second, Takao had blown one of the gun turret arm things clean off the enemy cruiser. It desperately tried to fire its auxiliary guns, unleashing a fusillade of small-caliber fire at the marines and destroyer both, but that accomplished very little as the marines simply took cover on the rearward flank of the destroyer - and the destroyer's armor, while paper-thin, was evidently at least up to the task of stopping the machinegun fire from the cruiser.
The marines let out a triumphant hoo-ah! as the wounded destroyer began lurching toward the cruiser in a berserker rage, only for the target of its fury to die instantly, as a shell from Takao's main battery destroyed the Abyssal cruiser's conning tower, instantly felling it.
The marine fairies hastily abandoned the burning hulk of the critically wounded destroyer, their posture slumped at the lack of a capture.
Constitution was also disappointed, really. She guessed she was just expecting something a bit better after the last opponents. The lack of any prizes didn't help matters either.
"Well, that was easy," Constitution remarked, smiling before the smell of smoke drifted into her. Her visage grew grim again at the reminder of exactly where they were.
"It's not normally that simple," Takao returned, gingerly poking at one of her disabled gun turrets. "Ammunition is running critically low," she reported. "Two of my gun turrets are out of action, and all my torpedoes are spent. Half my secondaries are gone, too."
Constitution had only spent a broadside, plus a couple of volleys from her chase guns. She could keep fighting a pitched battle for hours more yet, and keep sailing pretty much forever. But her companion was injured. "I'll escort you home then," Constitution decided, shooting what she hoped was a reassuring smile at Takao. "It's my duty and honor as an officer of the United States Navy."
AN: Uhhh, hi? I know this ain't exactly ideal, 3 months, and I come back with a little teeny chapter, but my co-author for this story has been slammed to shit the past while with work and life. So we ain't been able to work on this. I figured I'd just post what we had worked on before he got busy. I can't promise a proper return to this story, I have a lot of other projects, but hopefully, this at the least answers where I've been on this. This was co-authored by Legionary Guard. Hope y'all enjoy
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It seems the weight of their legend enhances them somehow? Gives them more physical presence?
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Indeed, that was the sorta driving idea behind this fic. Also old ship person grumbling at them damn youngins
QuietlyObserving
The Railgun That Walks Like a Bear
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Constitution upholding the mutual defense treaty even not knowing about it!
Wouldn't it be oorah?
When it comes to ships in continuous service still afloat, there really isn't a comparison to Constitution. Victory is a bit older, 30ish years, but hasn't floated in a while. That kind of conceptual weight must be massive.
Great to see this back!
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
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:snicker: Yeah, definitely wasn't expected. But she's the oldest ship that still hits the water and sails under her own power, so here that matters for a lot. Especially if she's allowed to leverage her own narrative weight as Old Ironsides to have herself really be armor focused.
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Speed's probably still a major weakness though. Speed =/= weight.