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Higher Japan
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Postby Higher Japan » Fri Feb 23, 2018 4:22 am

Naval base

Quickly taking back the unconsumed food and putting it back onto the cart's containers, they twins moved out of the room as they made their way back to the improvised restaurants. The restaurants were nothing more than food storage areas, basic cooking equipment salvaged while the rest remained bent and distorted as if like an illusion. All around the area the grass had been burnt and most personal belongings in the shop had been burnt with it. However, the largest blow came in the form of the equipment lost. Without most of the equipment, only rice and preserved food could be served most likely for the next few days.

In a different sector of the base, a single building stood burned down as Kaguya walked into it, cursing about how she should've had it built underground as she checked around. The repair arsenal had been destroyed completely, equipment going down in flames as it was apparent that most blew up when the bombs fell. However, there was one thing that survived by a miracle. Looking around her to ensure no one else was looking, she inserted a key into a metal trap door below some rubble as it opened up and a cabinet rose up immediately. In it were the experimental weapons of the Higher Japanese, Anti air weapons, rockets, long range radars and other land based weapons. Taking a few blueprints, she quickly knocked it back down as she went towards the admiralty building, papers in hand. Walking in, she slowly knocked on the door to the rear admiral's office, waiting as she began to quickly think of a new solution. The air raid had proved costly, especially to food supplies and morale, and could not occur again. As such, plans had been drawn up before during the raid of Tokyo for such a scenario, and now was a good time to use it. Although acceptance was unlikely, she hoped that Coriolanus would at least look over them.

"This is bad...we won't survive another attack at this rate." Higashikawa muttered to himself as he walked around the base, touring with his brother as he looked at the destroyed dorms and buildings. As survivors of the siege of Tokyo, both were well aware of how far a bombing campaign could go. At this rate, they were practically in the black about enemy forces. At this rate there was a chance of another attack which might as well bring the base's morale down further. "This does seem familiar doesn't it, the naval district of Tokyo however, still can't compare to this damage. At the very least, we can still survive for now. Airplanes still cover us, but for how long more." Kaifu pondered, walking along the wrecked path as the sound of screaming resounded through the air, scaring the both of them before they simply shook it off and left.
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Legatia
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Postby Legatia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 6:14 am

LNS Coriolanus

Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1800 hours


"It appears I'm going to have to go a lot further than I was originally planning." She quickly picked up the commotion as she passed, and the piercing scream the boy gave off made her pause for a moment, peaking her irateness and causing her to wonder why and with what means God allowed that boy to scream at such a deafening volume. She approached the dorm's door and sighed, standing at a pace or two from it. She reached for the handle, pulled, and found the damn door locked.

Fortunately for her, these doors weren't exactly that strong, and she was.. well, the second-heaviest ship on base. Who had been sufficiently on a last nerve for the past five minutes. Planting her right foot firmly in the ground, she gave the door a crushing kick, destroying the lock and sending the thing tumbling inward, with enough force to at least minutely displace the barricade he'd erected about the door. She didn't even bother advancing in, the room was clear enough from where she stood.

"Novaya, get out of that dorm room immediately." She had no idea what this kid was doing- whether it was crying, preparing to lash out or otherwise, but going in herself was a last resort she could only pray to avoid. This was bound to cause a scene, but she had little other choice here.

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Postby Novaya Equestria » Fri Feb 23, 2018 7:31 am

Legatia wrote:snip



"What.... exactly do you want now, Coriolanus....?" Asked Novaya, still sobbing quietly. "... Can't you see that I just screwed up at that operation back there....? I'm nothing more than a liability to you more than a benefit...." Novaya added, still wiping the tears from his eyes. "Novaya, Coriolanus is just here to talk to you." Broadsword spoke, but Novaya yelled, "THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU, DAMMIT!" Broadsword took a step backwards. "Sheesh, Novaya! You've been always like that, even before you were deployed to this base a few weeks ago!" He said. "You always had problems with your emotions and thoughts! Just talk to the commander, already." Urged the hybrid ship. "Just... leave alone...." Replied Novaya.

With that, Broadsword went in and restrained Novaya [by tying up his hands behind him and also his ankles] before dragging the emotional carrier towards Coriolanus. "Novaya, be glad that I proposed to Coriolanus my plan, which involves replacing you with the timid carrier Atlas, second ship of your class." Said Broadsword as Chrysantheme, Shinosaki, Shiroiyuki, and Molihua went to every dorm rooms and asked everyone to leave the Dorms while Coriolanus will talk to Novaya.
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Legatia
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Postby Legatia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 8:37 am

LNS Coriolanus

Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1830 hours


She would never understand these Novayans. Why in the hell would he give him an inferiority complex on top of all of this? Gods almighty.. The way this was going.. perhaps she was going to drink tonight, she thought to herself. A bath would be nice, too. God, how she missed feeling at ease.

"Novaya, you're expecting me to soften with your attitude, and it's not going to happen. I am your commander before I am your friend. I'm responsible for ensuring you're combat effective, and you have been far from combat ready or effective since you got here. Your mental issues are seriously inhibiting your ability to act as a member of this fleet, and unless they are rectified, I will be forced to take more action."

"As I said earlier, you're still grounded. You need to get yourself in gear before you end up getting yourself or someone else hurt whether by action and inaction. Yes, Novaya, I'm not going to lie to you, you are a liability. Anyone telling you otherwise will only hurt you." She stared at him for a moment. "You'd be incredibly potent and a valuable asset on the level of Catherine or Fyodor if you only straightened yourself up. Reign your emotions in, because you have a bad flaw of being exploited by them. Think before you act out, and you'd be amazed at how much better you do."

"You have two days to get yourself in order. You are not to leave this base for absolutely any reason without getting permission from Prophet or myself, and not without supervision. During those two days, you're going to first, fix that door, and second, be assisting with labor. If you do not show improvement in those two days in your character and your attitude, you ship out with no questions asked."
"As for you five, you're responsible for keeping him in check!" Raising her voice, she made sure to stop them from disturbing anyone already sleeping. "Make sure he's eaten and make sure he sleeps. You'll be coming to my office at 0700 in the morning regardless, so be prepared." Stepping over him, she undid whatever knots the Novayans had imposed on the carrier. "Get to it." She did not wait, knowing full well that she would have other matters to attend to.

A line, was what she found. The sound of her boots on the flagstone should be enough to alert all of the occupants in the line to her presence. "..All of you, come in and have a seat inside. I'll see you in the order you came." Stepping into the office, she left her door open as she took a seat.

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Novaya Equestria
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Postby Novaya Equestria » Fri Feb 23, 2018 9:03 am

Legatia wrote:snip


The five Novayan warships saluted as they and Novaya left the Dorms to get materials, or a new door, from a warehouse. Since the five will be keeping him in check, Novaya will have to replace the broken door and assist in labors. As they left, fairy Admiral Borealis and his Novayan Armed Forces fairy staff followed Coriolanus to her office. "Rear Admiral Coriolanus, will there be combat the day after tomorrow? And what about Novaya? Will he have to labor all day and all night? What about replacements for both our ground and air forces? Our air and ground forces were lost during that operation. And sorry for the questions, Rear Admiral." Admiral Borealis spoke to Coriolanus.
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Please refer to me/my nation as Novaya in both IC and OOC, NOT Novaya Equestria.

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New Antonalia
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Postby New Antonalia » Fri Feb 23, 2018 9:26 am

SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Base, Dockyards/Baths


Sergei sat in the baths submerged under the water. He could feel a tingling feeling throughout his batter and bruised body as his wounds began to close up and heal themselves. All the while he couldn't do anything except reflect on what he did. The death of the light cruiser didn't sit well with him and nagged at his conscious. Did he do the right thing in offering her a chance to surrender? What could he have done differently to ensure she would have lived. Why did he live when she had to die? All these questions floated in his head as he stewed in shame and regret. Finally, he let out a sigh and emerged from the waters, looking at himself in the mirror as the shallow pocket of his left eye seemingly stared back at him. "Was it worth it?" He muttered before punching and shattering the glass as he cried out in frustration, hate, and resentment. He was frustrated at his own uselessness, he found a new reason to hate himself, and he resented the fact that he was alive when others weren't.




SPN Fyodor Volkov,
Carrier Dorms




To say Fyodor was angry would be an understatement. He was livid, and to him, he was justified in his rage. At the conference he was promoted to Carrier Leader, and after he had heard that part of the briefing, he essentially tuned out. Mentally patting himself on the back before scribbling down notes and suggestions on carrier reorganization, and starting the requisition form for his 1953 upgrades. However, when the conference was finished, he accidentally overheard Coriolanus talking with Prophet.

Legatia wrote:MNC Prophet, effective immediately, I am appointing you Adjutant of this fleet."


"What... Fleet Adjutant?" He thought, almost immediately feeling a blow to his pride. "Why is he getting promoted to a position of such importance, when he almost cost us the battle?!" The the thought of taking orders from Prophet began to burn and gnaw at Fyodor, and in order to prevent himself from making a scene, he had to leave the building and return to his dorm in order to release his anger and frustration.

"Я НЕ МОЖЕТ ВЕРИТЬ, ЧТО ПРОИСХОДИЛ, ЧТО ИДЕЙТ В АДЖУТАН!" He shouted, slamming his fist against his desk and roaring in frustration. "Я ПОБЕРЕЖЬ БОГУ, ЕСЛИ ЭТО УБИТСЯ, Я ОСТАЮСЬ И ПРИНИМАЮ ВСЁ С МЕНЯМИ!" There was a moment of silence before in one motion, Fyodor swept everything off his desk, shattering several glass and ceramic items before turning the desk itself over and leaving, stomping down the dorm to look for Prophet.
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Postby Austria-Bohemia-Hungary » Fri Feb 23, 2018 9:38 am

Naval Base, 1900 hours

With the luck she was having today Natsukaze knew she should have expected a line to form right behind her in front of the main office doors, thus instead of making her report quietly and without drawing too much unneeded attention as she had hoped she was now the focal point of everybody waiting behind her, to her dismay. This situation was not helped in the least by the fact that she had been standing rigidly in front of the door for about a quarter of an hour, growing steadily weaker and weaker as a result of her completely pointless exertions today on top of skipping out most of dinner. As it was she was nervously chewing on her lips while holding this position, waiting for the Flagship to return to her office. Fifteen minutes later of increasingly intense hunger, and over an hour after their return to base, Natsukaze was found in front of the line munching as quietly as possible on her last rations brought from Fusō. It was then at this time that the Flagship made her return to the main office, carrying an expression Natsukaze could not really put down, maybe it was a look of irritation? Exasperation? No matter what, being found munching on rations in front of a line of waiting Kanmusus was as undignified as it could be and Natsukaze's pale facial features made a valiant attempt in reddening. She hastily shoved a half-eaten onigiri down her bags, before returning to her rigid at attention position with a perceptible blush on her face.

And so it was in this state she entered the slightly dishevelled main office of the Naval Base of Sector CN-17, with her personal bag still on her left arm. Stopping just in front of the working desk and her new commanding officer Natsukaze came to attention as smartly as she could in her physical state, her right arm flying up to her head in what she hoped was the prescribed manner of salute.
"Commander. Type B Destroyer Natsukaze, Imperial Fusō Navy. Reporting for duty." Her hand coming down again after finishing the salute she bent her body fully forwards into the prescribed forty-five degree angle for a bow worthy of a Yamato nadeshiko. Remaining in this position she continued, "I request permission to sincerely apologise for not arriving sooner and providing anti-aircraft support in defending the base. I... would also like to apologise for my disgraceful behaviour in front of your office, Commander. I volunteer for anything you want me to do tonight, be it patrol or antiaircraft duty." Still holding her bow the Type B destroyer kanmusu started to finally really feel the effects of her reckless actions today as the world started to slowly spin in front of her eyes. In a desperate bid to not disgrace herself further by toppling over and fainting Natsukaze thrust an arm out in front of her, grabbing the table as she tried to steady herself.
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Postby Suoji » Fri Feb 23, 2018 10:00 am

Josura and Jokosuka, Base

The silence of the base was broken as Jokosuka and Josura heard a loud scream of anger from somewhere in the base. The two were silent for a moment before laughing quietly. They didn’t want to laugh to loud otherwise someone might hear them.
“Looks like someone’s rather angry...” Jokosuka mumbled. In the rather emotionless nation of Suoji, bursts of anger were mostly met with laughter. A weird custom, but a custom nonetheless.

The pair were heading down to the warehouse; Jokosuka had left his bags there before the battle, and Josura had found some extra things in his storage bay, mostly just ammunition, but he found a couple of Kaizu I Suojian heavy tanks in there. They were useless in naval combat (tanks can’t swim!) but he preferred they be in the warehouse than adding ~100 tons of weight to him. They hoped the warehouse was intact though, Jokosuka already had no place to sleep tonight.

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Postby Sleet Clans » Fri Feb 23, 2018 7:01 pm

....for the love of Ynannhluttr, can he ever shut up? Nevlamas thought to herself as she heard Novaya's scream of rage from within the base's corridors. After the disastrous operation that had seen the Selkie cruiser Searc sunk (Try saying that three times fast!), her and her comrades had mostly focused on recovering from their wounds. Although the 'Tavi herself had gotten a commendation from Cor for her initiative (Please, I was built to hunt! It was nothing!), it almost felt....empty to her. She had broken off from fleets she was tagging along to hit distant targets countless times during her lifespan. One more wasn't all that different...right?

Add that to the fact that they had suffered massive damage and, well...needless to say, Sleetavia's underwater ace wasn't in the best of moods right now. She hadn't even managed to sink that carrier she had attacked. Hell, the bitch almost looked like she wasn't even affected by that salvo of QF torpedoes. Oh well, that was in the past now...

Continuing to walk throughout the various corridors of the submarine dorms, Nevlamas decided that she had better get some fresh air. With that, she proceeded outside of the submarine dorms and started to wander around the base itself, looking at what had been rebuilt after the Abyssal raid on their base of operations. The mere fact that those daemonic horrors had managed to strike their base while they were all away tearing the monsters a new one was...unsettling. If the sub could, she would try to find some way to bolster it's defenses if they were all gone on an operation that big in scale again.

...maybe, just maybe, the top brass at the UCAF would agree to let a fighter squadron or two come over. They could certainly use all the help they could get their hands on, especially now that they were still recovering.

Making her way over to near the center of the base, the submarine leaned against a wall covered by a shade, eventually losing herself to her own thoughts...

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Postby The Cross and Davids Star » Fri Feb 23, 2018 8:13 pm

:lol2: Prophet

Almost instinctually, Prophet quickly embraced Rhiannon, keeping her close to him as if to protect her. Love does strange things to people, Prophet simply does more. But to him, it just felt right to comfort his girlfriend. That's when he heard the scream of a certain carrier. While it felt strange to him, Prophet quickly hid himself and Rhiannon inside the conference room, shutting the door as soon as both were inside. There, he sat down in a corner with her, letting her cry as much as she felt she needed to do.
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Postby Sterkistan » Sat Feb 24, 2018 12:22 am

The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-

Battleship Whona
Baths


Whona looked down solemnly, she got along pretty well with Searc. It would be different without her.
"Stilly, there isn't an easy way to word this." She needed to clear it from the girl's head now before it became a problem.
"There's nothing anyone could have done... But all you need to know is that out there, when you sink, you sink with honour and as a hero. Because it's your time to go, and nobody can change that. And we can't let that be in vain."
She reached over, placing her hand on the girl's neck, stroking her cheek.
"We'll be fine. it's best not to dwell on what might have been. Because then you're not doing any justice by them..."

She pat her on the head and sat back again, her face becoming a slight grimace.
"Except for that bastard Novoya, he's done nothing but a pain in the ass since he arrived. Wasting resources like they're salt water, endangering everyone else around him. And his group act like he's the king of the damn world, 'Oh do this, oh do that. He's not happy enough.' What a load of shit."
She finished ranting, thinking of something horrible and insensitive to say before putting up her wall, not to say such things around the poor sloop.

She sighed, "But, I'm fine... Thanks for asking. these holes'll take some patching but I'll be right."
She motioned to the girl's hand.
"I hope that turns out fine."



Battleship Diamantina
Baths


Dia stood from her slouched position, her knuckles were gashed and the tops of her fingers had cuts running over them.
The tree was less lucky, wood splinters and chinks lying around everywhere. A nice dent created in the trunk.

She stood, breathing heavily. Lots of her anger and sadness released. Before turning and walking toward the baths, keeping her hands hidden away as she entered.
She did the usual, showering to wash off the grime from the battle and entering the baths, towel wrapped around herself.
The warm, soothing air did wonders for her. And she almost forgot about the previous battle's losses and screw-ups.
Her eyes were still red and relatively puffy as she slipped into a bath next to Whona and Stilly, placing her hands to heal under the water.
She looked over, a small smile on her face.
"Hello Stilly, are you feeling alright?"
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Postby The Selkie » Sat Feb 24, 2018 7:44 am

Rustyal wrote:Empress Catherine
Conference Room


Seeing as her suggestion was mostly ignored due to Prophet getting promoted, she sat in silence, before looking to Amy. "You know what, I could use a repair. Sitting like this is nyet fun..." She stood up, stretching and sighing at the same time. Catherine was about done with sitting here anyway. She stepped over to Amy. "You know better than I do about damage repair. And no, you don't have to tow me." She giggled a bit. "Repair baths should work fine once I stop bleeding. I need the bath anyway..." She twisted her own torso, cracking her back. Those many hits had rattled her internals.


Amy. Departing the conference room.
"Then come.", I said and smiled, "Let's get you cleaned up and repaired."
I took her hand and led her away, towards the baths.
My plan, as I explained it to her, was to first send Damage Evaluation Parties over, so that we had a rough idea about what was wrong and how we could repair it - at that, a number of fairies poked their heads out of my jackets and waved. At that time, Caty could send a part of her crew over in rotation so that they could get checked up medically and something to eat (there was still enough Stobhach in my food storages). Once we had an idea about what we would be dealing with, and were at the baths, ideally, we would first clean her, her wounds and start to close them, with a mixture good, old bandages, herbal salves and a steel girder for her to munch on.
Normal procedure for SDF-Navy vessels.
I finished my explanation with a smile: "So, that's the plan. Do you have any objections, Miss Caty?"

Suoji wrote:Josura and Jokosuka, Base

The silence of the base was broken as Jokosuka and Josura heard a loud scream of anger from somewhere in the base. The two were silent for a moment before laughing quietly. They didn’t want to laugh to loud otherwise someone might hear them.
“Looks like someone’s rather angry...” Jokosuka mumbled. In the rather emotionless nation of Suoji, bursts of anger were mostly met with laughter. A weird custom, but a custom nonetheless.

The pair were heading down to the warehouse; Jokosuka had left his bags there before the battle, and Josura had found some extra things in his storage bay, mostly just ammunition, but he found a couple of Kaizu I Suojian heavy tanks in there. They were useless in naval combat (tanks can’t swim!) but he preferred they be in the warehouse than adding ~100 tons of weight to him. They hoped the warehouse was intact though, Jokosuka already had no place to sleep tonight.


Lodan Lir. Storehouses.
The storehouses I found were not exactly undamaged, but considering the state of the cruiser dorms, I found it safe to say, that they weren't as badly hit. Sadly, the supplies stored there were not exactly food and drink, only ammunition, building materials and other equipment of that sort.
Soon, the landing boats of my own onboard detachment of 3 Horse would be there. The term landing boats usually evoked an image of landing craft and major amphibious operations, but in my case, it meant rowing boats. It sufficed to bring a shore party ashore and back home and that was the important part.
I, however, was musing a bit.
My big sis had a boyfriend. I would have to have the "So... you're my big sis' boyfriend. I'm Lodan Lir, one of her brothers."-conversation with him. All to distract me from the thoughts about Searc. He seemed like a nice enough chap, so...
My musings were cut short when I spotted someone coming closer - or better, two someones. I kind-of remember one of the two from the convoy-briefings, something with J, one of the submarines of the Rear Guard, which didn't show their faces after departure because they spent most of their time underwater.
I did not hold it against them, that was their way of conducting the business.
Still, I grinned. "Evening, you two!", I greeted, then showed my boats, without noticing the tanks. "Do any of you know, where I can put those?"

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Battleship Whona
Baths


Whona looked down solemnly, she got along pretty well with Searc. It would be different without her.
"Stilly, there isn't an easy way to word this." She needed to clear it from the girl's head now before it became a problem.
"There's nothing anyone could have done... But all you need to know is that out there, when you sink, you sink with honour and as a hero. Because it's your time to go, and nobody can change that. And we can't let that be in vain."
She reached over, placing her hand on the girl's neck, stroking her cheek.
"We'll be fine. it's best not to dwell on what might have been. Because then you're not doing any justice by them..."

She pat her on the head and sat back again, her face becoming a slight grimace.
"Except for that bastard Novoya, he's done nothing but a pain in the ass since he arrived. Wasting resources like they're salt water, endangering everyone else around him. And his group act like he's the king of the damn world, 'Oh do this, oh do that. He's not happy enough.' What a load of shit."
She finished ranting, thinking of something horrible and insensitive to say before putting up her wall, not to say such things around the poor sloop.

She sighed, "But, I'm fine... Thanks for asking. these holes'll take some patching but I'll be right."
She motioned to the girl's hand.
"I hope that turns out fine."



Battleship Diamantina
Baths


Dia stood from her slouched position, her knuckles were gashed and the tops of her fingers had cuts running over them.
The tree was less lucky, wood splinters and chinks lying around everywhere. A nice dent created in the trunk.

She stood, breathing heavily. Lots of her anger and sadness released. Before turning and walking toward the baths, keeping her hands hidden away as she entered.
She did the usual, showering to wash off the grime from the battle and entering the baths, towel wrapped around herself.
The warm, soothing air did wonders for her. And she almost forgot about the previous battle's losses and screw-ups.
Her eyes were still red and relatively puffy as she slipped into a bath next to Whona and Stilly, placing her hands to heal under the water.
She looked over, a small smile on her face.
"Hello Stilly, are you feeling alright?"


Stilly. In the baths with Miss Dia and Miss Whona.
I nodded at Miss Whona's words, but that did not stop the tears.
She was right, 'What if'-thinking was not going to help me, not in the least, but I couldn't help it. A part of me tried to justify it with seeking the mistakes made and trying to correct them, but another part just wanted Miss Whona to not stop stroking her cheek. She was also right, the Gods wanted Searc with them, it had been her time, and she had fought valiantly and with honour, dying where any Selkie-Warrior wanted to die: On the battlefield.
That did not make it any easier.
But I did give an amused chuckle or chortle, somewhere between those, at her rant about the Novayans. Here, too, she was right, it was getting ridiculous. I've seen more mature Lutetiian minelayers and those guys firmly believed, that the Great Goddess of Mines (of their own invention) would descent upon them should they not be nice and lay as many mines as they could lay and that good little minelayers came into Minelayer-Heaven, where there was an over-abundance of traffic lanes and nice spots to mine and to watch the fireworks. There's even been a religious shism between several factions about the exact interpretations of the teachings... well, I was not someone prone to criticising another one's religion, but even I had my limits.
Either way, I tried to grin as Miss Dia came and failed miserably.
"Considering the circumstances...", I said, "...it could be worse. I'm keeping company with Miss Whona and she's helping me... the engineers say, that my hand might be alright again, given time. How are you?"

The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Prophet

Almost instinctually, Prophet quickly embraced Rhiannon, keeping her close to him as if to protect her. Love does strange things to people, Prophet simply does more. But to him, it just felt right to comfort his girlfriend. That's when he heard the scream of a certain carrier, and the Russian rage of another, forcing him to stifle his laughter.

"О нет, лидер-перевозчик узнал мое продвижение выше него!" He thought, knowing Fyodor would be pissed at him as soon as he found out. While it felt strange to him, Prophet quickly hid himself and Rhiannon inside the conference room, shutting the door as soon as both were inside. There, he sat down in a corner with her, letting her cry as much as she felt she needed to do.


Rhiannon. With Prophet.
I didn't care for any scream, to be honest, I only let my tears stream down, into Prophet's jacket, collapsing against him in our corner.
Once the damn dam broke, I couldn't stop, I let them come, stream, my shoulders shaking, the odd sob escaping me, into my boyfriend's chest, resting in his arms as well. I pulled my legs up as we sat there, curling up against him, unconciously seeking and finding protection in his arms.
And I still was only a lassie, who just lost a sister, not a legendary SDF-Navy Cruiser.
Words can not describe, how thankful I was to my boyfriend, just for holding me, just being there for me... we were used to losses, yes, we fought a bloody war for mere survival, after all, but they still hurt. No matter how many times I lit the pyres for my comrades, it felt like a piece was ripped out of my chest and burned with them...
It took a while, but my crying and sobbing calmed with time, until I was only sniffling, sitting in Prophet's lap, hair and clothes in disarray, but as I closed my eyes, that did not matter that much...
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Postby The Cross and Davids Star » Sat Feb 24, 2018 9:25 am

Prophet

Prophet easily understood her pain, as he too felt the loss of a loved one in battle, during the ambush on the academy. He believed now that it was a good time to sing a song, the same song he sung to Novaya the day before.

"Day to night, dark to light, fall the sands of time. Let the years, like the gears, of a clock unwind. In your mind, walk through time, back to better days. Memories, like a dream, wash tears away. Like a star in the sky, darkness can't reach you. light the night, joy is light, till the new dawn. Cast away your old face, forget your distress. Content with the past, you can at last, shine in a calming light." He sung, repeating on and on.

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Legatia wrote:-snip-


Legate nodded when she was mentioned. Her damage wasn't that bad, all things considered, it just was a mission kill and was relatively easily repairable. What was worse, however, was the casualties to her fighter squadron. Against a formation of bombers that hadn't even tried manuevering, 5 Gladiators had gone down with their pilots either KIA or MIA, and 2 more had given out due to damages the way home (those two pilots were recovered. She had little appetite after the rude awakening of carrier-on-carrier combat, and so retired to her quarters, where she found a pint of Guinness already waiting for her. "The fighter lads needed some, so we figur'd ye'd like soom too," the commander of the Swordfish squadron said, thrusting up the smol pint in his hand, "Roight from Ireland, that is!" Legate sighed. She usually didn't stoop to alcohol, but... it had been a very stressful day. She just about needed that pint.

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Legatia wrote:-snip-


Oberth clicked her heels together with just the slightest smug grin on her face when Coriolanus complimented her conduct. She had helped all of the freighters to unload and saw them off to a safe area. Of course, by the time all that was done, the sortieing fleet was back and the cruiser dorm had destroyed. Most of her personal effects were still in her suitcase, which was dusty but nonetheless survived. However, her phonograph and the portrait of Hitler did not make it, crushed under the collapsed roof. She had new sleeping quarters in the meantime: The Admiralty building. Fun. But first, dinner! She set out to the mess hall, hands clasped behind her back, humming the old Königgrätzer Marsch.

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"Aight. I 'pose I can't blame ya for not wantin' me to use the word nigger, 'tis a bit o' a fickle thing," She shrugged. Bailee went on about how eventually Africans would rise up against the Confederacy in a patriotic speel. She giggled. "Ya silly, I ain't got no part in them oppressive damnyankees, I's a rebel girl through-and-through! The Negroes, our negroes an'ways, they already did done did that! After the War O' Yankee Aggression, we 'bolished slavery 'cause o' the trouble they was causin'. Nows we's separate but equal, like it should be! The negroes have their part of town, whites have their part of town. We even let the rascals serve in the army! Thems good soldiers 'cause they so stubborn, even if they technically ain't part of the Confederate Army over here." The Confederate Army was itself an instrument of an extremely careful compromise between the power of the states and of the central government. Each state raised its own soldiers, had the right to arm them, and to command them within the boundaries of the Confederate States. However, on foreign soil, the Confederate Army took over strategic command. In addition, the states could defer arming their soldiers to the Confederate government to reduce the expense, but it was not a direct order. Colored soldiers were not technically covered by this compromise, so some of the states kept a few regiments of colored troops to maintain their command autonomy even overseas. "Nows, whadda say we stops talkin' bouts our negroes and get back 'fore Miss Corn gits us?"
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The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-



Battleships Diamantina and Whona
Baths



Dia's eyes dropped, knowing the poor girl had been through lots in the past few hours.
"As long as you'll be fine. It hurts now, but in time it'll get better."
She lazed back in the bath, starting the ever-long and endearing process of washing her hair, running her hands gently through it, getting rid of the knots and kneading the shampoo out.
She looked over at Stilly.
"Stilly? Do you want me to wash your hair?"


Whona was still thinking of the best ways to dispose of Novaya. Determining that hiding a body would be more effective, and cost less resources than having to put up with his constant niggling and cowardice.
She grasped her sword sitting at the edge of the bath, unsheathing it slowly. Before running a cloth up and down the blade, cleaning and polishing it.
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The Selkie wrote:[shnip]
Inland Sea.Baka-Prince could very much appreciate the scenery, which the Channel Harbour Princess had set up. Indeed, it looked a bit like a beach resort, which was very fine by him, as it gave everyone a pleasant place to relax after a harsh battle - except those, who were wounded and there were a lot of them.His own destroyers, for example, who rested in the 'hotel', the berthing space for all of them, having taken the form of a series of beach huts covered from aerial reconnaissance by the jungle itself.He was not happy and he saw, that Hornissennest wasn't happy either as they sat under the protection of the 15inch coastal guns, countless AA-batteries, smaller guns and air patrols, which had been set up by the Channel Harbour Princess. Said Princess was a tall woman, who certainly had the fuel bunkers to act as a supply depot, her red eyes on both the Princes and the Princess, as well as a fourth, more unexpected guest: Battered, bruised and heavily damaged, Lamia had made her way over to the assembly.Baka-Prince bowed his head respectfully to their host, gratitude in his eyes, old ceremony.The CHP nodded. "Well, then...", she said, "Glad to have you all here. My condolences, Lamia." The Demon took it with a bow. "Now... you all tell me, how did Chill die?"
[shnip]


Hornissennest bowed her head respectfully as well. The Channel Harbor Princess was indeed beautiful, but that was not why the carrier had been summoned, so not so much as a pause for admiration was given, merely a resuming of her silent fuming until the question was asked. "From my position, I did not see much, though Turmfalke's scouts reported seeing the enemy sea cow fire off a barrage of everything on her deck. My apologies for my failure, Channel Harbor Princess, but I was too late to the battle to do anything to prevent Chill's death. Or your losses, Lamia.", she added, nodding apologetically toward Lamia, "I accept full responsibility. My lateness was the first of several mistakes on my part.".
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Jebslund wrote:
The Selkie wrote:[shnip]
Inland Sea.Baka-Prince could very much appreciate the scenery, which the Channel Harbour Princess had set up. Indeed, it looked a bit like a beach resort, which was very fine by him, as it gave everyone a pleasant place to relax after a harsh battle - except those, who were wounded and there were a lot of them.His own destroyers, for example, who rested in the 'hotel', the berthing space for all of them, having taken the form of a series of beach huts covered from aerial reconnaissance by the jungle itself.He was not happy and he saw, that Hornissennest wasn't happy either as they sat under the protection of the 15inch coastal guns, countless AA-batteries, smaller guns and air patrols, which had been set up by the Channel Harbour Princess. Said Princess was a tall woman, who certainly had the fuel bunkers to act as a supply depot, her red eyes on both the Princes and the Princess, as well as a fourth, more unexpected guest: Battered, bruised and heavily damaged, Lamia had made her way over to the assembly.Baka-Prince bowed his head respectfully to their host, gratitude in his eyes, old ceremony.The CHP nodded. "Well, then...", she said, "Glad to have you all here. My condolences, Lamia." The Demon took it with a bow. "Now... you all tell me, how did Chill die?"
[shnip]


Hornissennest bowed her head respectfully as well. The Channel Harbor Princess was indeed beautiful, but that was not why the carrier had been summoned, so not so much as a pause for admiration was given, merely a resuming of her silent fuming until the question was asked. "From my position, I did not see much, though Turmfalke's scouts reported seeing the enemy sea cow fire off a barrage of everything on her deck. My apologies for my failure, Channel Harbor Princess, but I was too late to the battle to do anything to prevent Chill's death. Or your losses, Lamia.", she added, nodding apologetically toward Lamia, "I accept full responsibility. My lateness was the first of several mistakes on my part.".


Channel Harbour Princess.
The Princess nodded. "Noted.", she said with a serious expression, "While it is good, and a mark of character, that you wish to stand by your mistakes, I do not see any grave mistakes with you so far." She let a beat pass. "While Chill's demise is... unfortunate, to say the least, robbing us of our major air support above the Shipwreck Islands, you all made the enemy pay dearly for it, according to both Lamia's, Wolftraud's and Baka's reports. None of them except a few support ships emerged without damages, some of them rather major. And yes, while only one light cruiser was sunk, we have driven them back into their base for the foreseeable future."
"I believe...", Baka-Prince said, "That the human expression for that is 'Phyrric Victory'."
"In addition to that...", the Channel Harbour Princess said with a nod, "We now have the initiative. More combat ready vessels, freedom of action. We originally planned to fight this as a war of attrition, but we might not need to, if this continues." A beat passed. "Not exactly a victory on all fronts, but better then an outright defeat. Now, as for Lamia's Battlegroup, I hear from the Anchorage Water Demon of the Shipwreck Islands, that two of her submarines managed to flee to her after firing their entire ammunition."
Lamia's expression brightened considerably.
"And that there is a new addition to this sector, who needs to be assigned. Our Harbour Water Demon and Tsundere are currently taking care of her, but when she is ready for deployment, the Tsu-class Light Cruiser Searc is up for the taking by any of you... any takers?", she asked, Bob motioning to Comet and Hornissennest - they had first grabs, if need arose.

Sleet Clans wrote:....for the love of Ynannhluttr, can he ever shut up? Nevlamas thought to herself as she heard Novaya's scream of rage from within the base's corridors. After the disastrous operation that had seen the Selkie cruiser Searc sunk (Try saying that three times fast!), her and her comrades had mostly focused on recovering from their wounds. Although the 'Tavi herself had gotten a commendation from Cor for her initiative (Please, I was built to hunt! It was nothing!), it almost felt....empty to her. She had broken off from fleets she was tagging along to hit distant targets countless times during her lifespan. One more wasn't all that different...right?

Add that to the fact that they had suffered massive damage and, well...needless to say, Sleetavia's underwater ace wasn't in the best of moods right now. She hadn't even managed to sink that carrier she had attacked. Hell, the bitch almost looked like she wasn't even affected by that salvo of QF torpedoes. Oh well, that was in the past now...

Continuing to walk throughout the various corridors of the submarine dorms, Nevlamas decided that she had better get some fresh air. With that, she proceeded outside of the submarine dorms and started to wander around the base itself, looking at what had been rebuilt after the Abyssal raid on their base of operations. The mere fact that those daemonic horrors had managed to strike their base while they were all away tearing the monsters a new one was...unsettling. If the sub could, she would try to find some way to bolster it's defenses if they were all gone on an operation that big in scale again.

...maybe, just maybe, the top brass at the UCAF would agree to let a fighter squadron or two come over. They could certainly use all the help they could get their hands on, especially now that they were still recovering.

Making her way over to near the center of the base, the submarine leaned against a wall covered by a shade, eventually losing herself to her own thoughts...


Miuil. By the Sub-Pens.
I will not lie, I am not exactly a fan of submarines. I am a freighter, after all, I was even employed as bait during Operation Spriocearcaitheoir, Operation Cleanup, the Operation of the SDF to clean the waters of the Free Lands from submarines of unidentified origin.
I am not afraid of them, but I could live without them.
But, as it was, military necessity and technology made it not only possible, but also viable to employ submarines and here we are, by the Submarine Pens of our base. And I had a plan... or rather an idea for a plan to help us in our current situation for a bit.
But before I wanted to bother our flagship with what might be a very bad or unfeasable idea, I wanted to talk with some of the main actors within my idea, a few of the submarines, to see, if it even made sense.
Speaking of which, there was one, leaning against the wall in her own thoughts.
"Good afternoon.", I greeted Nevlamas from afar, even waving a bit, "Might I have a moment of your time, Miss...?"

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The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-



Battleships Diamantina and Whona
Baths



Dia's eyes dropped, knowing the poor girl had been through lots in the past few hours.
"As long as you'll be fine. It hurts now, but in time it'll get better."
She lazed back in the bath, starting the ever-long and endearing process of washing her hair, running her hands gently through it, getting rid of the knots and kneading the shampoo out.
She looked over at Stilly.
"Stilly? Do you want me to wash your hair?"


Whona was still thinking of the best ways to dispose of Novaya. Determining that hiding a body would be more effective, and cost less resources than having to put up with his constant niggling and cowardice.
She grasped her sword sitting at the edge of the bath, unsheathing it slowly. Before running a cloth up and down the blade, cleaning and polishing it.


Stilly. Baths.
I watched Miss Whona clean her blade for a moment, immediately perking up at Miss Dia's offer.
"Yes!", I all but cheered, made to get up with one hand, holding the other close to my body to not aggravate the wound, which was easier then I imagined and had but a moment with my mouth close to Miss Whona's ear.
"I recommend a dagger.", I whispered to the battleship as I was there, a slightly manic grin on my face, before Cheery Stilly was back and approaching Miss Dia. What can I say? The word Stilin, my actual name, came from the stiletto, a specific kind of dagger used for stabbing... I even had some of them, one always on me, except for in the baths.
"Thank you, Miss Dia, for doing that.", I said and smiled at her, "Big Sis Rhi usually does that for everyone hurt, but she is hurt herself. Not so much physically as in her heart." I sat down next to her. "May I smell the shampoo?"

The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Prophet

Prophet easily understood her pain, as he too felt the loss of a loved one in battle, during the ambush on the academy. He believed now that it was a good time to sing a song, the same song he sung to Novaya the day before.

"Day to night, dark to light, fall the sands of time. Let the years, like the gears, of a clock unwind. In your mind, walk through time, back to better days. Memories, like a dream, wash tears away. Like a star in the sky, darkness can't reach you. light the night, joy is light, till the new dawn. Cast away your old face, forget your distress. Content with the past, you can at last, shine in a calming light." He sung, repeating on and on.


Rhiannon. In Prophet's arms.
I listened to his song, only the odd sniffle escaping me, recognizing the song as a song of comfort, memorizing the words.
Selkie are people of song and dance and I always intended to honour those traditions. He was a good singer, too, so there was an added bonus, too. I felt, that he knew such losses very closely... I would not pry. If he would one day tell me, he would decide to tell me and I would listen, hold him, just like he held me right now.
But he did not need to know of my own, internal promise.
And as such, I was lulled to sleep by his voice, by his warmth, by the beating of his heart, only whispering "Can we stay like this forever?" as I slipped into a light slumber.
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Postby Suoji » Mon Feb 26, 2018 10:03 am

Jokosuka and Josura, Warehouse, Base

Jokosuka and Josura entered the warehouse, that was slightly damaged, but nothing compared to the cruiser dorm. It was slightly dark and wasn’t the cleanest of places, and had a slight dingy feel to it. There was a slight smell of sea air.

The pair were startled as a purple-haired cruiser greeted them. His hair was not too dissimilar to Jokosuka’s but only longer. Jokosuka turned and offered him a smile, yet Josura just turned and stared. Josura’s was not, to say, enough most welcoming of stares, and felt rather cold. Jokosuka bowed to greet him.
“I’m Jokosuka,” he said. “Suojian light cruiser, and this is my friend, Josura.” He gestured at the submarine, who remained silent. The cruiser then showed him what looked like rowing boats, and then asked him where he could put them.
“You see, we’re new here as well, and we don’t exactly know our way round here either...” He paused for a moment before continuing. “However, Josura has some tanks here, and I would presume they would be roughly the same place, so you can come with us!” He smiled again.

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Postby Sleet Clans » Mon Feb 26, 2018 12:21 pm

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

Nevlamas looked up, almost startled with her eyes widening for a split second, before she looked at the freighter who had just called to her. It wasn't often that people and/or ships would come up to her...they didn't tend to notice her that much, her being the borderline wallflower that she was. It wasn't like she made efforts to actually mingle at times! She was a submarine: They kind of WERE naturally stealthy in a way!

''UCN Nevlamas, United Confederate Navy. No need for that 'miss' title...it's makes me feel old. You're....?''

The Sleetavian thought for a moment, swearing she had seen Miuil somewhere before, before that came to her mind.

''...Miuil, right? You got something?''

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Catherine would watch as her hand was taken and she was pulled along by the destroyer tender. While Catherine could walk on her own, this was a bit reassuring, as she could feel herself stumbling every now and then. Guess the blood loss is getting to her head. Well, she'll probably be fine. She listened halfheartedly to Amy speak, waving at the little fairies once they waved to her. This seemed relatively fine for her. "I'm pretty sure my fairies are already tending to themselves- I'm a ship designed to fight and keep fighting, and fight more after that." She giggled a bit.

"All of that seems fine to me, tovarisch!~" She giggled slightly. "I just hope my main armor belt is okay... Not sure if they have foundries here capable of 36 inch lightweight alloy plates..." Catherine's mood faded to a bit more gloomy one. "Atleast I saved some ship tonnage today..." That was good, no? Lots of resources for minimal casualties seems like a fair tradeoff.
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The Selkie wrote:
Jebslund wrote:
Hornissennest bowed her head respectfully as well. The Channel Harbor Princess was indeed beautiful, but that was not why the carrier had been summoned, so not so much as a pause for admiration was given, merely a resuming of her silent fuming until the question was asked. "From my position, I did not see much, though Turmfalke's scouts reported seeing the enemy sea cow fire off a barrage of everything on her deck. My apologies for my failure, Channel Harbor Princess, but I was too late to the battle to do anything to prevent Chill's death. Or your losses, Lamia.", she added, nodding apologetically toward Lamia, "I accept full responsibility. My lateness was the first of several mistakes on my part.".


Channel Harbour Princess.
The Princess nodded. "Noted.", she said with a serious expression, "While it is good, and a mark of character, that you wish to stand by your mistakes, I do not see any grave mistakes with you so far." She let a beat pass. "While Chill's demise is... unfortunate, to say the least, robbing us of our major air support above the Shipwreck Islands, you all made the enemy pay dearly for it, according to both Lamia's, Wolftraud's and Baka's reports. None of them except a few support ships emerged without damages, some of them rather major. And yes, while only one light cruiser was sunk, we have driven them back into their base for the foreseeable future."
"I believe...", Baka-Prince said, "That the human expression for that is 'Phyrric Victory'."
"In addition to that...", the Channel Harbour Princess said with a nod, "We now have the initiative. More combat ready vessels, freedom of action. We originally planned to fight this as a war of attrition, but we might not need to, if this continues." A beat passed. "Not exactly a victory on all fronts, but better then an outright defeat. Now, as for Lamia's Battlegroup, I hear from the Anchorage Water Demon of the Shipwreck Islands, that two of her submarines managed to flee to her after firing their entire ammunition."
Lamia's expression brightened considerably.
"And that there is a new addition to this sector, who needs to be assigned. Our Harbour Water Demon and Tsundere are currently taking care of her, but when she is ready for deployment, the Tsu-class Light Cruiser Searc is up for the taking by any of you... any takers?", she asked, Bob motioning to Comet and Hornissennest - they had first grabs, if need arose.
[shnip]


The statement that she had made no grave mistakes was surprising to Hornissennest. By her estimation, she'd made no fewer than four. But one did not question one's superiors in front of others, so she held her tongue, simply nodding. As she listened to the Channel Harbor Princess's debriefing, she understood the installation's lack of concern a bit more, though she still considered her mistakes much more serious that CHP had claimed.

Had Hornissennest been on station on time, she may have been able to go after the enemy carrier group sooner, before she would have been spotted, and had time for more runs against them. Had she not wasted time sending her aircraft at targets before determining what needed to be hit, she might have been able to recover more of her force, or direct them to others who could. Had she ordered her decoy group to spot for the following waves, she might have been able to sink more ships before backup arrived. Had she ordered her force not to dawdle, they may have been able to cover for that oversight on their own.

A brief flicker of a smile graced her face as Bob described the enemy victory. Indeed. A few more victories over the Abyssals like that and the Kanmusu *would* be undone. And their victory was not yet complete. Not by a long shot. Hornissennest had a few "victory prizes" she wanted to give the Kanmusu. 600kg ones. Plenty for every last one of the blighters.

At the mention of the new vessel, Hornissennest spoke up, "The name sounds familiar. A Selkie vessel, if I'm not mistaken. Meaning their loss truly was our gain. I'll have have her, if Comet has no objections. More air defense is never a bad idea when one's prey is carriers.", she answered, "I'd also like to take this moment to volunteer to deliver our "congratulations" to the Kanmusu upon completion of my repairs. I had a fishing trip planned in the area anyway, and it would be rude not to offer them a housewarming gift. They did just purchase property on one of our islands, after all. Do you think 600kg bouquets, delivered to what's left of their doorstep, would be appropriate?", she continued.
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Postby The Cross and Davids Star » Tue Feb 27, 2018 5:57 pm

Prophet

"If only we could, if only..." Prophet thought, holding his now sleeping girlfriend in his arms. He knew that this was no place to sleep, and decided to move their party of two to his room, since hers was essentially demolished. With some effort, Prophet lifted himself to his feet, carrying Rhiannon as if the two were recently married, and began walking from the conference room over to the carrier dorms, which there was evidence of a commotion, especially since there was the caved in door of Novaya's room. But it mattered little to him at the moment, so Prophet went into his own room, placing Rhiannon on his bed as soon as he could.

"I wish I had something for her to drink after she wakes up." He thought. Choosing to not go out of his way, he stayed in his dorm, watching over Rhiannon as she slept, thinking of things he'd need to prepare for as the new adjutant.

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Postby Sterkistan » Wed Feb 28, 2018 3:46 am

The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-



Battleships Diamantina & Whona
Baths



Whona matched the grin, knowing that daggers too were extremely useful. But her sword held buckets of sentimental value for her, as was likewise with Dia's, which they were awarded by the Empress Gioni IV after the Second Civil War. They were only 14 then...
Whona slipped into thought, a form of Post Traumatic remembrance, memory after memory escaping the mental cage she built around them.

Dia however, smiled back at Stilly. In a normal fashion, mind you.
"Of course, you may smell it. I'd be more worried if you didn't want to."
She passed the bottle over, a sweet-smelling shampoo, but not overpowering. Like a bed of roses.
"This is the same Shampoo I use, I think it smells quite nice."
She started running her hands gently through Stilly's hair, kneading out the knots and patting it down.
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Postby The Selkie » Wed Feb 28, 2018 5:22 am

Suoji wrote:Jokosuka and Josura, Warehouse, Base

Jokosuka and Josura entered the warehouse, that was slightly damaged, but nothing compared to the cruiser dorm. It was slightly dark and wasn’t the cleanest of places, and had a slight dingy feel to it. There was a slight smell of sea air.

The pair were startled as a purple-haired cruiser greeted them. His hair was not too dissimilar to Jokosuka’s but only longer. Jokosuka turned and offered him a smile, yet Josura just turned and stared. Josura’s was not, to say, enough most welcoming of stares, and felt rather cold. Jokosuka bowed to greet him.
“I’m Jokosuka,” he said. “Suojian light cruiser, and this is my friend, Josura.” He gestured at the submarine, who remained silent. The cruiser then showed him what looked like rowing boats, and then asked him where he could put them.
“You see, we’re new here as well, and we don’t exactly know our way round here either...” He paused for a moment before continuing. “However, Josura has some tanks here, and I would presume they would be roughly the same place, so you can come with us!” He smiled again.


Lodan Lir. Storages.
"Would be my pleasure, gentlemen.", I accepted the offer to accompany them with a nod and a small smile, "I'm Lodan Lir, by the way. SDF-Navy Light Cruiser, Rhiannon-class, Lodan Lir Type. Air Defense's my game, landing troops..." I glanced at the boats. "Not so much, but it works."
I let a beat pass.
"Lead the way, gentlemen.", I said and motioned for them to do exactly that.

Sleet Clans wrote:
The Selkie wrote:-snip-

Nevlamas looked up, almost startled with her eyes widening for a split second, before she looked at the freighter who had just called to her. It wasn't often that people and/or ships would come up to her...they didn't tend to notice her that much, her being the borderline wallflower that she was. It wasn't like she made efforts to actually mingle at times! She was a submarine: They kind of WERE naturally stealthy in a way!

''UCN Nevlamas, United Confederate Navy. No need for that 'miss' title...it's makes me feel old. You're....?''

The Sleetavian thought for a moment, swearing she had seen Miuil somewhere before, before that came to her mind.

''...Miuil, right? You got something?''


Miuil. By the Submarine Pens.
Usually, freighters were afraid of submarines, the old cliche of the hunter and the prey.
Usually, those freighters were not me or any other vessel of the SDF-Navy Auxilliary Freighter Squadron. I had a healthy dose of respect for them, though, which was why I bowed my head in a respectful bow.
Usually, also kept to themselves, in my experience, but that was another question.
"Indeed, on both accounts.", I replied with a nod, "Or rather, I hope, that I have something. Namely, a plan. I need a submarine to speak about a few particularities before I bother our flagship with it. Would you mind listening to my hopefully rambles partaining that plan?"

Rustyal wrote:Empress Catherine
On base


Catherine would watch as her hand was taken and she was pulled along by the destroyer tender. While Catherine could walk on her own, this was a bit reassuring, as she could feel herself stumbling every now and then. Guess the blood loss is getting to her head. Well, she'll probably be fine. She listened halfheartedly to Amy speak, waving at the little fairies once they waved to her. This seemed relatively fine for her. "I'm pretty sure my fairies are already tending to themselves- I'm a ship designed to fight and keep fighting, and fight more after that." She giggled a bit.

"All of that seems fine to me, tovarisch!~" She giggled slightly. "I just hope my main armor belt is okay... Not sure if they have foundries here capable of 36 inch lightweight alloy plates..." Catherine's mood faded to a bit more gloomy one. "Atleast I saved some ship tonnage today..." That was good, no? Lots of resources for minimal casualties seems like a fair tradeoff.


Amy. On the way to the Docks.
I smiled at Caty.
"Everything will be fine. I'm more worried about your engines and guns, but that's another story.", I told her reassuringly, "Within the week, we'll have you back on sea, you'll see!"
Meanwhile, my Damage Evaluation Parties made their way over, bowing respectfully to Caty's crew and letting them lead them. Especially as guests, they were polite, professional and followed the commands given to them by their hosts, all while evaluating the damage dealt to Caty - she took a bit of punishment, one could see that easily.
Her stumbling worried me, so I slowed down.
There was, however, another question burning on my lips and on my heart. "Did you see... well, did you see, how Searc passed to the Mag Mell?", I asked, gathering all my courage.

Jebslund wrote:
The Selkie wrote:
Channel Harbour Princess.
The Princess nodded. "Noted.", she said with a serious expression, "While it is good, and a mark of character, that you wish to stand by your mistakes, I do not see any grave mistakes with you so far." She let a beat pass. "While Chill's demise is... unfortunate, to say the least, robbing us of our major air support above the Shipwreck Islands, you all made the enemy pay dearly for it, according to both Lamia's, Wolftraud's and Baka's reports. None of them except a few support ships emerged without damages, some of them rather major. And yes, while only one light cruiser was sunk, we have driven them back into their base for the foreseeable future."
"I believe...", Baka-Prince said, "That the human expression for that is 'Phyrric Victory'."
"In addition to that...", the Channel Harbour Princess said with a nod, "We now have the initiative. More combat ready vessels, freedom of action. We originally planned to fight this as a war of attrition, but we might not need to, if this continues." A beat passed. "Not exactly a victory on all fronts, but better then an outright defeat. Now, as for Lamia's Battlegroup, I hear from the Anchorage Water Demon of the Shipwreck Islands, that two of her submarines managed to flee to her after firing their entire ammunition."
Lamia's expression brightened considerably.
"And that there is a new addition to this sector, who needs to be assigned. Our Harbour Water Demon and Tsundere are currently taking care of her, but when she is ready for deployment, the Tsu-class Light Cruiser Searc is up for the taking by any of you... any takers?", she asked, Bob motioning to Comet and Hornissennest - they had first grabs, if need arose.
[shnip]


The statement that she had made no grave mistakes was surprising to Hornissennest. By her estimation, she'd made no fewer than four. But one did not question one's superiors in front of others, so she held her tongue, simply nodding. As she listened to the Channel Harbor Princess's debriefing, she understood the installation's lack of concern a bit more, though she still considered her mistakes much more serious that CHP had claimed.

Had Hornissennest been on station on time, she may have been able to go after the enemy carrier group sooner, before she would have been spotted, and had time for more runs against them. Had she not wasted time sending her aircraft at targets before determining what needed to be hit, she might have been able to recover more of her force, or direct them to others who could. Had she ordered her decoy group to spot for the following waves, she might have been able to sink more ships before backup arrived. Had she ordered her force not to dawdle, they may have been able to cover for that oversight on their own.

A brief flicker of a smile graced her face as Bob described the enemy victory. Indeed. A few more victories over the Abyssals like that and the Kanmusu *would* be undone. And their victory was not yet complete. Not by a long shot. Hornissennest had a few "victory prizes" she wanted to give the Kanmusu. 600kg ones. Plenty for every last one of the blighters.

At the mention of the new vessel, Hornissennest spoke up, "The name sounds familiar. A Selkie vessel, if I'm not mistaken. Meaning their loss truly was our gain. I'll have have her, if Comet has no objections. More air defense is never a bad idea when one's prey is carriers.", she answered, "I'd also like to take this moment to volunteer to deliver our "congratulations" to the Kanmusu upon completion of my repairs. I had a fishing trip planned in the area anyway, and it would be rude not to offer them a housewarming gift. They did just purchase property on one of our islands, after all. Do you think 600kg bouquets, delivered to what's left of their doorstep, would be appropriate?", she continued.


Channel Harbour Princess.
"Then it is decided.", the Princess decided and nodded, "I'll include a message of Searc's new posting within the results of this conversation. It will, truly, be your boon, Hornissennest, as she is to my knowledge, a capable AA-vessel and destroyer leader. She'll arrive by tommorow morning."
She let a beat pass, looking to Baka-Prince.
"I already authorized a special delivery trip for the enemy base during the battle.", he explained, "But I called it off as the number of enemy AA-guns increased considerably, mostly due to the arrival of the fleet back in their home waters."
"I see.", the Channel Harbour Princess said and nodded, slowly, "Indeed, 600-k-g gift baskets would be a merry way of welcoming them in our neighbourhood. Work out the exact specifics, while I'll work on getting you an additional carrier and its air complement, or at least a few land-based squadrons, for your operation. The more we shower them in gifts, the less they will be willing to acquire more property..." She gave a smile, showing rather many teeth. "... because of our politeness, of course."

Sterkistan wrote:
The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-



Battleships Diamantina & Whona
Baths



Whona matched the grin, knowing that daggers too were extremely useful. But her sword held buckets of sentimental value for her, as was likewise with Dia's, which they were awarded by the Empress Gioni IV after the Second Civil War. They were only 14 then...
Whona slipped into thought, a form of Post Traumatic remembrance, memory after memory escaping the mental cage she built around them.

Dia however, smiled back at Stilly. In a normal fashion, mind you.
"Of course, you may smell it. I'd be more worried if you didn't want to."
She passed the bottle over, a sweet-smelling shampoo, but not overpowering. Like a bed of roses.
"This is the same Shampoo I use, I think it smells quite nice."
She started running her hands gently through Stilly's hair, kneading out the knots and patting it down.


Stilly. Baths.
The shampoo smellt a bit like roses, a whole lot of them, but not overpoweringly.
It smelled... adult, I guess. Like something, that Big Sis Rhi would wear, or Mommy Amy. But not Big Sis Searc... she always wore a parfume she called Le parfum de l'amour - whenever one asked her, what it meant, she blocked. Every time she wore it, she looked satisfied and Big Sis Carman Fea would scowl.
My thoughts were interrupted by Miss Dia beginning to pat my hair and to knead it, too, getting rid of the knots. I blushed, lightly, as a sigh of enjoyment escaped my lips.
"It smells nice.", I said, almost whispered.

The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Prophet

"If only we could, if only..." Prophet thought, holding his now sleeping girlfriend in his arms. He knew that this was no place to sleep, and decided to move their party of two to his room, since hers was essentially demolished. With some effort, Prophet lifted himself to his feet, carrying Rhiannon as if the two were recently married, and began walking from the conference room over to the carrier dorms, which there was evidence of a commotion, especially since there was the caved in door of Novaya's room. But it mattered little to him at the moment, so Prophet went into his own room, placing Rhiannon on his bed as soon as he could.

"I wish I had something for her to drink after she wakes up." He thought. Choosing to not go out of his way, he stayed in his dorm, watching over Rhiannon as she slept, thinking of things he'd need to prepare for as the new adjutant.


Rhiannon. In Prophet's bed. Get your minds out of the gutter.
As he carried me off into the carrier dorms, I was sleeping lightly. I would remember a bit of shaking as he got up, but snuggled against his chest, with my head against his shoulder, his arm under my bare back, his other under my legs. If someone saw us, and I am sure, that someone did, I did not see them in return.
I was exhausted, spent, tuckered out and currently surrounded by the smell of my boyfriend, bedded somewhere, where it smelled like him and where it was soft. Rolled onto my side, I rolled up myself, a bit like a sleeping Grey Wolf, my hair in disarray. My clothes and myself had seen better days, I was still dirty from all the cordite powder, sea-spray and other things and so were my clothes.
I felt... safe. Protected.
It was a good feeling.
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
My people are called the Selkie, the nation is usually called the Free Lands in MT-settings. Thanks.

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Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1830 hours


Coriolanus, with muted interest, gently tapped the steel of her boot on the bottle of wine beneath her desk. Still there, she thought.

"Natsukaze, was it? At ease. You did well, considering the circumstances given to you- you can't control when you arrive." A dedicated one, she saw, and more dedicated girls like her was something that they.. well, rather needed. "As for your.. ungraceful behavior, I know of nothing of the sort." Shaking her head, she watched the girl stable herself on the bed, which raised a brow.

"..Nevermind that, it's because you're probably frail from everything you've done today." Empty fuel stores and still putting up effort.. "..Your orders are to go eat and go rest. You can report to me tomorrow."

And then she turned to the Novayan admiral, answering rapidfire, She felt the bags forming about her eyes.

"No, there will not be major operations tomorrow. Novaya's labor, as I stated, starts at 7:00, and replacements are something not under my control at the moment. Do you have other questions?"

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