Of Ships and Girls and Shipgirls - a KanColle-RP (IC)

by **Sleet Clans** » Thu Jan 11, 2018 11:57 am

Getting a response from Flag, Nevlamas immediately stowed her radio mast and began diving, happy that she no longer had to nearly stick her conning tower out of the water, nearly exposed for the Abyssals to see. Now that she had the go ahead to wreck some Abyssals, there was no way she was going to give that opportunity up! As she proceeded towards the Shipwreck Islands, she began to pay more attention than normal to both her hydrophones and passive sonar, which had been scanning the area all around her for Abyssal ships.

As she started to pick up Abyssal warships, she immediately switched to silent running, keeping the hum of her electric engines as low as possible while maintaining a depth just above the thermal layer. It was only moderately strong, nothing special, but she could use it to slink away from those daemonic ASW ships the Abyssals called escorts once they started hunting her. And I probably will need to use it, she thought to herself.

....

...oooohhhhh, there we go! Her sonar had just picked up a sizable Abyssal contact. Listening to her hydrophones in an attempt to ID the target, the submarine eventually identified the contact as an Abyssal carrier, seemingly damaged. And not only an ordinary Abyssal carrier, but one of those Demons to boot! If Nevlamas could strike this carrier, maybe even sink the bitch, their operations could go a hell of a lot smoother. She still had their escorts to worry about however.

She came up with a plan right there and then: In order to get as close to the carrier as possible without being detected, she would skulk about 30 feet underneath the thermal layer and get closer to her target. Her sonar had picked up a number of other Abyssal contacts, but for now, her target of choice would be that carrier. She dove to 30 feet below the thermal layer, which wasn't particularly strong (But she had to hope that it would block the majority of the sonar that the Abyssal surface ships were using), and started to silently creep towards the carrier, intent on firing a spread of torpedoes and then getting the hell away using a combination of silence, thermal layers and other hydrodynamic factors...

by **New Antonalia** » Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:53 am

SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Open Waters, Engaging Riana, Tsubuki, and Tsuki

Sergei cursed as he bobbed and weaved his rig between the shell fire. "They're trying to separate me from the rest of the group, I can't let that happen." He thought as he tried to turn hard to port to put himself back in formation with the rest of the battle group. "Căpitane, torpilele de pe arcul tău!" One of his spotters cried out as the distinct contrails of torpedoes came into view. "CĂCAT! CĂCAT! CĂCAT!" Sergei muttered as he turned his stern towards the gap in the torpedoes, waiting for them to pass by before he could continue maneuvering. Unfortunately, this put him in a position where the enemy ships didn't have to aim as much to hit him as he tried to fire a salvo from his number 3 and 4 turrets.

SPN Fyodor Volkov,
Open Waters

The call from Coriolanus came as no surprise to Fyodor, but he wasn't in a position where he could obey. "Negative, my attackers and fighters are too far out, I won't be able to get them back before they're shot out of the sky." He said, before Prophet's report seemed to make Fyodor more aggravated, especially when the carrier steamed out ahead of the others, breaking formations and leaving them even more vulnerable than they already were. "God Dammit Prophet." Fyodor thought as he watch what he was sure to be a disaster unfold before his eyes. "All planes, return to carrier for refuel, repair and rearming."

As he spoke, Fyodor readied his Pe-2Ns and instead of the short range torpedoes, two 1000 kg bombs were loaded into the bomb bay as the flight crews prepped to receive injured aircraft and pilots.
Attacker group Vasilij,
Engaged by Abyssal fighters

The order from the carrier came as a shock to everyone as silence fell over the comms before a mix of Romanian and Russian came spewing over, venom dripping from every word before the flight commander ordered radio silence as his group started their return to the carrier. Other groups quickly followed suit as some of the abyssal fighters found themselves on the business end of the four 20 mm ShVaks loaded with ground attack rounds. "Come on comrades, we're not beat just yet, home and we'll go at them again! URA!" The flight commander yelled as the cry was echoed in his headset.

by **Fascist Republic Of Bermuda** » Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:58 pm

HMBS Legate

Legatia wrote:"Legate, Flag, divert a flight of air superiority units to assist Battlegroup Caty. Other carriers, get your next wave ready."

"Roger that, Flag," Legate said smoothly, launching another flight of Gladiators, leaving her with 10 Swordfish and 5 Gladiators still on the carrier. She switched her radio channel to the commander of the air group, "Skipper, this is Legate, the enemy is trying to retreat their air groups from the bloody big Red ship. An additional flight is in the air to assist you." "Blimey, jolly good!" The Bermudian Fleet Air Arm officer buzzed in from his Sea Gladiator, "We'll knock those monkeys off the ceiling faster than you can say 'God Save The King'! Cheerio!" Legate grinned and contacted Coriolanus, "Flag, Legate, I have 10 good old Sea Gladiators en route to give the Bolshevik a bit of breathing room."

CSS Thomas Jefferson Page

Kraicia wrote:HLFFS Bailee
With CSS Thomas Jefferson Page

Long Tom was finally getting a grip on herself, 5-inch dual purpose and the almighty Bofors making a bloody mark in the Abyssal dive bombers. She let out a relieved sigh, and in fact pressed the attack slightly, sailing just a bit out of formation to fire at the dive bombers just a bit more. And then some other ship... er... Nordic? Yes, Nordic, came sailing alongside her. A rather spare and poultry armament compared to Page, where the Confederacy had crammed a gun in every spare space they could cram one. "Sorry, I justa got a lil' bit carr'ed away, ma'am!" She said joyfully, "I'ma CSS Thomas Jefferson Page, Confederate States Navy. Er'body calls me Long Tom. Been in service since the year of our lawd '43. I ain't no damnyankee destroyer, I don't deal with them yellow folks," Long Tom remained blissfully unaware of her blinding racism, "I justa helped 'gainst the Huns, fah what 'tis worth."

Grand Duke Kirill and HMBS Spartan

Engaging the Abyssal in a full frontal assault like this was a mistake and a waste of resources. So Grand Duke Kirill, heavy cruiser of Vserossiya, pride of Admiral Kolchak, believed, but nobody had asked for her input. She was just the flagship of the Vserossiyan Pacific Fleet against the far-superior naval forces of the Yaposhki, what did she know about tactics? "You're too stuck-up," The Not-British ship, HMBS Spartan, observed, frustrating the ship of Vserossiyan stock to no end, "They will not know your name until it is proven in battle." "And who do you think you are?" Kirill observed with a sneer, crossing her arms, "To try to talk down to your be-"

Legatia wrote:"Anyone that has shore groups, launch now. Cruisers and destroyers, guide them in as far as you can reasonably. Carrier groups, you're coming in over them."

Spartan raised her eyebrows and smirked at the wacko Zep [Not!Russians]. "You want a chance to prove yourself in battle? Now is your chance. If you'll excuse me..." And like that, the Bermudian ship had set ahead flank to clear the path for the landing force with frankly entirely too much gusto. "Oi, pizdéc..." Kirill sighed, rolling her eyes, setting a course to help the Bermudian cruiser protect the landing group.

by **Novaya Equestria** » Sat Jan 13, 2018 6:44 pm

"Novaya to Spartan and Kirill. I'd suggest you set aside your feuds away, lest you want it to continue and get sunk." Novaya said to the two via radio. "Keep the petty feuds up and I'll report you two to Coriolanus myself." He added as Broadsword reported to Coriolanus that he's deploying the ground forces. Then, Broadsword deployed landing crafts containing infantry and two tanks. Then, Novaya launched his second group of bombers to suppress the pillboxes. "Coriolanus, permission to use rockets on those pillboxes." Novaya said to Coriolanus, wanting to use rockets just to hammer the Abyssal pillboxes.

by **Parcia** » Sun Jan 14, 2018 1:34 am

PRNS Montgomery

He awoke in a haze, the remnants of the nightmare in his mind. The same one that had been haunting him since their escape from the Med. through the Suez.

He hardly slept now adays, with the last few nights being the first time in months he had anything resembling a proper nights sleep. Getting up, he heard the call repeat over the intercom. He grimaced and put his pants on.

Walking towards the docks, he stopped to notify the STV-203 pilots. "Pronto per il volo di combattimento completo, senza restrizioni sulle armi, ma sii intelligente in proposito ... e sii pronto.
Godspeed."

One of the ship rights spoke in to his ear, blabbing on about needing at least a week to properly repair and test his legs, and while the number 3 gun was working, it wasn't fully set in place of calibrated. He waved the fairy off.

With his gear ready and strapped on, he noted the unpainted patch work and steel plating, and sighed. "Load all of them." For the first time in his service life, He loaded a full stock of Those Infamous custom forged AP rounds that had caused half the Volkstradi navy all those problems.

And so, with the 24 fighters roaring just over head, the Last Son of Rome left the docks at flank speed, already red lining the brand new replacement boilers from Wilcox.

The planes would out pace him considerably, their extensive range being pushed to the limit by the sheer range of the operation and the heavy combat loads.

"Glory glory what a-hellava way to die..."

by **Suoji** » Mon Jan 15, 2018 9:44 am

Jokosuka turned to see two torpedoes slowly closing in on him. His heart sunk. He didn’t want to be sunk. Not today. In a moment of desperate panic, he turned his anti-air guns to intercept the torpedoes, but they were useless. His last chance was to maneuver out of the way, which worked for the first torpedo, but put him straight into the path of the second.

He screamed in pain as the torpedo hit him straight on the side. He had never been hit like this before. Blood dripped from his arm and his rigging was now heavily damaged.
“No...” He whispered to himself. “Not yet...” He felt the adrenaline rush through his body. His 75mm guns may have been taken out, but he could still use the 125s. In the rage that had now taken over his body, he felt more powerful than ever. He fired his main guns towards the enemies on the horizon. The 125s were inaccurate at this range so there was no point in aiming.

The pain rushed through his body again. His fairies did what they could to repair the damage, but they couldn’t do much.
“Catherine!” He shouted at the massive battleship. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to use you as protection! It’s... It’s almost over for me.” The pain rushed through him again. That moment of adrenaline and anger was short lived, but it still wasn’t over... yet.

by **Novaya Equestria** » Mon Jan 15, 2018 2:50 pm

Suoji wrote:snip

"Jokosuka, we will provide covering fire. Stand by." Shiroiyuki said as she and Chrysantheme opened fire on the Abyssal who launched two torps at Jokosuka indirectly. "Coriolanus, Jokosuka's hit, and we are providing covering fire for him. Chrysantheme will need covering fire while she carries him away." Shiroiyuki reported as the Novayan destroyer went the crippled warship and put Jokosuka's arm around her shoulders and carry him away from the front lines to the rear.

by **The Selkie** » Tue Jan 16, 2018 9:32 am

Novaya Equestria wrote:
The Selkie wrote:[spoiler=Legatia and Sterkistan-Quotes]snip

"Thanks, Rhi. I can only bring two tanks for a landing op; bring more than two is going to be a high risk." Broadsword replied. "If you ask, I'll be the target of Abyssal ships or defensive emplacements that will not just take out me, but also the fairies onboard. And seriously, Searc, don't laugh at me just hecause I asked Rhi an honest question. That was rude, you know." Broadsword added, with the last sentence spoken to Searc.

"Roger that, Coriolanus." Novaya replied as he sent the second group of fighters and bombers to attack the Abyssal emplacements. "Broadsword, you should have brought four tanks, not just two. This whole landing op will go moot." Novaya said to Broadsword. "Coriolanus, permission to use rockets on the pillboxes." Novaya requested.

Rustyal wrote:Khorak Recon Group
Boarding Catherine

The two battered biplanes would land on the water, genuinely getting hoisted out of it by Catherine. The fairies disembarked, and they quickly evacuated into the rig. Cath in the meantime would take the two biplanes and put them in her hangar, returning her attention to the many many abyssals.

Empress Catherine
Battlegroup Caty

"Aircraft carrier obliterated, another one critically struck!!" She grinned wider, laughing maniacally. Now this is where her specialty could come in. Her guns were massive. She could theoretically sink the princess only using half her turrets. And, she had a range lock! It was common sense, when a battleship has its range lock, you're screwed. She swung her two turrets around... only to get a hailstorm of flak faced with her. The fires that started would amass in size quickly. She stared at them, her eyes losing whatever sense of sanity they appeared to have left. The only thing on her mind now was more blood must be spilled. Damage control fairies would desperately begin to work on the fires.

Catherine, almost twitching from excitement and lust for destruction, drew her X-Y turrets on Lamia, and her A-B turrets upon Tsubaki. The cannons thundered out with a loud shriek of BOOM-s. More superheavy rounds were launched out upon the two ships. She diverted her attention to another contact- Another Heavy Cruiser. It seemed like a royal one, but you know, it was a heavy cruiser. She could tear it apart with her bear hands if she wanted.. "DON'T THINK YOU CAN JUST SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!" Her full 12 inch secondary broadside came to bear upon the heavy cruiser, those guns firing out in sequence. With 52 caliber 12 inch guns, it wasn't like they were innacurate either. More and more metal was pumped into the air, almost in unhealthy amounts, now upon Comet.

Suddenly, three more torpedoes hit her. She grunted out once more, rocking back and forth a bit with a huge ploom of water appearing beside her. "DAMAGE CONTROL, FIX THAT OR GULAG WHEN WE GET BACK!" And dear god, those fairies hurried. With 15 inch torpedo protection, they don't create massive holes, but they do cause flooding anyway. Catherine at this point was still cooking. Her wooden deck coating was being torched. But you know? That was fine. The Battleship Fortress was so full of adrenaline that she was almost numbed to her senses. It almost only felt like tickling.

Suoji wrote:Jokosuka turned to see two torpedoes slowly closing in on him. His heart sunk. He didn’t want to be sunk. Not today. In a moment of desperate panic, he turned his anti-air guns to intercept the torpedoes, but they were useless. His last chance was to maneuver out of the way, which worked for the first torpedo, but put him straight into the path of the second.

He screamed in pain as the torpedo hit him straight on the side. He had never been hit like this before. Blood dripped from his arm and his rigging was now heavily damaged.
“No...” He whispered to himself. “Not yet...” He felt the adrenaline rush through his body. His 75mm guns may have been taken out, but he could still use the 125s. In the rage that had now taken over his body, he felt more powerful than ever. He fired his main guns towards the enemies on the horizon. The 125s were inaccurate at this range so there was no point in aiming.

The pain rushed through his body again. His fairies did what they could to repair the damage, but they couldn’t do much.
“Catherine!” He shouted at the massive battleship. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to use you as protection! It’s... It’s almost over for me.” The pain rushed through him again. That moment of adrenaline and anger was short lived, but it still wasn’t over... yet.

Novaya Equestria wrote:
Suoji wrote:snip

"Jokosuka, we will provide covering fire. Stand by." Shiroiyuki said as she and Chrysantheme opened fire on the Abyssal who launched two torps at Jokosuka indirectly. "Coriolanus, Jokosuka's hit, and we are providing covering fire for him. Chrysantheme will need covering fire while she carries him away." Shiroiyuki reported as the Novayan destroyer went the crippled warship and put Jokosuka's arm around her shoulders and carry him away from the front lines to the rear.

Searc. Left Flank.
“Searc, Broadsword. Rude, kiddo?”, I asked with a grin still on my face – a grin, that said 'Oh, my forking Gods, we're all going to die horribly.' Well, I would at least take them with me, if I bit it, I owed that to myself, my upbringing, the Selkie and the Free Lands, which gave me life and birth. “Yes, sorry about that. Funny, though?”
I let a beat pass, as Higashikawa and Prophet moved towards me at my call – the wall was coming closer. It must be hundreds and hundreds of planes, I thought, as my radar picked up signals at that distance only with large contacts or groups of smaller contacts.
Rhiannon and the landing groups were reinforced as well.
“Oh, forking yes, kiddo, you're a riot!”, I said and laughed as I switched frequencies, “Searc, Higashikawa, Prophet. Gentlemen, would you mind a warrior-maiden escorting you two?”
I knew, that Prophet was Rhi's boyfriend, but still, I couldn't keep a slightly flirting and mischievous tone away. Oh, well, Rhi knew, that I wasn't serious with taken men.

In combat with Battlegroup Caty.
Tsubaki went in a large explosion, without a sound sans said explosion, no anguished scream, no wails, no crying.
Lamia, on the other hand... as Caty's shells struck her, her grin widened. Her enemy was mad, furious, her sanity slipping – a dangerous enemy, sure, but even more dangerous to the own side. Especially with that size.
A glow surrounded the Demon, as she transformed into her Basic II Form, her Final Form, which restored her health and left her with a few more tricks up her sleeve, amongst them a repaired artillery suite, her twelve five inch singles and four twin eight inch guns, all restored to their prime.
[Payback Time, Bitch.], the Demon whispered, now in her second and final forme. The gigantic battleship was now close enough to be range locked.
Not the best of situations, but Lamia rushed forward to throw it off – sadly, her aircraft complement had not been replenished by entering her final form, but her guns would suffice to put a few dents into the bitch.
And she began to do exactly that: The five inch guns began to spew more incendiary shells, firing at everything even remotely looking like superstructure, onto secondary artillery and radar masts and other things sticking out. Meanwhile, the eight inch guns began to aim more carefully, firing High Explosive and Armour Piercing shells, aiming for Caty's Bridge, aiming for what appeared to be specific weaknesses in the superstructure and of course places already burning.
A ferocious assault.
The way an Abyssal should either be victorious or go down fighting honourably.

Stilly. With Salvation.
I watched us two – me in Salvation's arms, which sounded a lot creepier then it was, mostly due to me slowly bleeding out as a battle raged around us. I was watching from outside.
Out-of-body experience, this was called.
And suddenly, there was a pair of arms wrapped around me.
“Stilly!”, a voice cried happily into my ear, a very familiar voice, “It's good to see you again!”
I looked over my shoulder and couldn't help to shake a grin. “Sáil!”, I replied equally happy and hugged my sister back... my sister, who had been killed in action. A shell hit her depth charge rack and the rest was a simple matter of picking up the pieces. My smile vanished. “So, it's time?”
“Not yet, lassie.”, the other sloop told me, “It'll be a close call, but I think, that you'll survive. If help comes soon, that is.”
“...eh?”, I asked.
“You'll see soon.”, Sáil said comfortingly, grabbing my hand, giving it a tight squeeze, “Give them my best regards.”
And a moment later, my eyes shot open, focussing in on Salvation, who still held me... I subconsciously snuggled closer, my wounded form seeking the protection as around us, people shot at each other.
Strays were a stupid way to die.

Sleet Clans wrote:Getting a response from Flag, Nevlamas immediately stowed her radio mast and began diving, happy that she no longer had to nearly stick her conning tower out of the water, nearly exposed for the Abyssals to see. Now that she had the go ahead to wreck some Abyssals, there was no way she was going to give that opportunity up! As she proceeded towards the Shipwreck Islands, she began to pay more attention than normal to both her hydrophones and passive sonar, which had been scanning the area all around her for Abyssal ships.

As she started to pick up Abyssal warships, she immediately switched to silent running, keeping the hum of her electric engines as low as possible while maintaining a depth just above the thermal layer. It was only moderately strong, nothing special, but she could use it to slink away from those daemonic ASW ships the Abyssals called escorts once they started hunting her. And I probably will need to use it, she thought to herself.

....

...oooohhhhh, there we go! Her sonar had just picked up a sizable Abyssal contact. Listening to her hydrophones in an attempt to ID the target, the submarine eventually identified the contact as an Abyssal carrier, seemingly damaged. And not only an ordinary Abyssal carrier, but one of those Demons to boot! If Nevlamas could strike this carrier, maybe even sink the bitch, their operations could go a hell of a lot smoother. She still had their escorts to worry about however.

She came up with a plan right there and then: In order to get as close to the carrier as possible without being detected, she would skulk about 30 feet underneath the thermal layer and get closer to her target. Her sonar had picked up a number of other Abyssal contacts, but for now, her target of choice would be that carrier. She dove to 30 feet below the thermal layer, which wasn't particularly strong (But she had to hope that it would block the majority of the sonar that the Abyssal surface ships were using), and started to silently creep towards the carrier, intent on firing a spread of torpedoes and then getting the hell away using a combination of silence, thermal layers and other hydrodynamic factors...

Underneath the Lamia-Caty-Battle.
Unbeknown to Nevlamas, and unbeknown to themselves, neither of them was alone – them being Lamia's submarines, Yoanie and her two Yo-class comrades, which were often forgotten. They sneaked around underneath the thermal layer, too, not because they planned an attack, but because it was too darn noisy up there, the massive battleship easily being able to drown them in sound.
At least, they hoped, that would be a problem for enemy submarines as well.
And, of course, destroyers.
One should not forget the destroyers.
Loaded with simple dumbfire torpedoes with magnetic fuses, the three submarines sneaked around down there, their own sonars turned on passive mode just to be safe – Yoanie wanted to bring her lassies home safely.
Silent as graves themselves, driving at four knots and not making a sound, they believed, that they heard someone, but that always turned out to be a fluke. Bayonets at the ready, should someone decide to go into close combat, they passed underneath the battle – their plan was to break through to the Anchorage Water Demon newly set up in the Shipwreck Islands to operate under her direction as ordered.
Yoanie would love to let some torpedoes speed upwards, though.

New Antonalia wrote:SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Open Waters, Engaging Riana, Tsubuki, and Tsuki

Sergei cursed as he bobbed and weaved his rig between the shell fire. "They're trying to separate me from the rest of the group, I can't let that happen." He thought as he tried to turn hard to port to put himself back in formation with the rest of the battle group. "Căpitane, torpilele de pe arcul tău!" One of his spotters cried out as the distinct contrails of torpedoes came into view. "CĂCAT! CĂCAT! CĂCAT!" Sergei muttered as he turned his stern towards the gap in the torpedoes, waiting for them to pass by before he could continue maneuvering. Unfortunately, this put him in a position where the enemy ships didn't have to aim as much to hit him as he tried to fire a salvo from his number 3 and 4 turrets.

SPN Fyodor Volkov,
Open Waters

The call from Coriolanus came as no surprise to Fyodor, but he wasn't in a position where he could obey. "Negative, my attackers and fighters are too far out, I won't be able to get them back before they're shot out of the sky." He said, before Prophet's report seemed to make Fyodor more aggravated, especially when the carrier steamed out ahead of the others, breaking formations and leaving them even more vulnerable than they already were. "God Dammit Prophet." Fyodor thought as he watch what he was sure to be a disaster unfold before his eyes. "All planes, return to carrier for refuel, repair and rearming."

As he spoke, Fyodor readied his Pe-2Ns and instead of the short range torpedoes, two 1000 kg bombs were loaded into the bomb bay as the flight crews prepped to receive injured aircraft and pilots.
Attacker group Vasilij,
Engaged by Abyssal fighters

The order from the carrier came as a shock to everyone as silence fell over the comms before a mix of Romanian and Russian came spewing over, venom dripping from every word before the flight commander ordered radio silence as his group started their return to the carrier. Other groups quickly followed suit as some of the abyssal fighters found themselves on the business end of the four 20 mm ShVaks loaded with ground attack rounds. "Come on comrades, we're not beat just yet, home and we'll go at them again! URA!" The flight commander yelled as the cry was echoed in his headset.

Riana and Tsuki versus Sergei.
Riana grinned – the enemy had been herded exactly as they needed it. Tsubaki was gone, obliterated by the battleship, but the heavy cruiser would go down.
Her eight inch guns began to bark sending Armour Piercing rounds downrange towards Sergei, while salvoes from his rear guns mostly fell into the water harmlessly. Tsuki was hit by a shell or two or more, but she endured, her five inch guns sending the compliments right back – high explosive compliments, a veritable rain going down.
Spray and prey, as one could say.
And praying both Abyssals did.

Force Cat-III.
On a usual day, in a race, every Abyssal would bet money on the Second Generation Cat Fighters they flew, when faced with the Yak-9s hot on their tails.
On usual days.
This, however, was not a usual day and so, the Yak-9s were gaining on them, slowly, but surely.
Battle damages slowed them down, their ammunition was spent – they had little in the ways of hope to survive the next engagement. Their leader was determined to let his people live to fight another day, on the way to the Demon, who would shelter them, repair them and send them out again. She was not an Airfield Princess, but it would be fine, they hoped.
And suddenly, there were plumes of smoke going up around the Yaks, unfocussed at first, but soon getting more and more precise, small black flowers blooming around them.
Underneath them, a battlegroup around an Elite Ru-class Battleship provided covering fire, Rubia giving them covering fire. That would, hopefully, shoo the fighters away.

Fascist Republic Of Bermuda wrote:HMBS Legate

Legatia wrote:"Legate, Flag, divert a flight of air superiority units to assist Battlegroup Caty. Other carriers, get your next wave ready."

"Roger that, Flag," Legate said smoothly, launching another flight of Gladiators, leaving her with 10 Swordfish and 5 Gladiators still on the carrier. She switched her radio channel to the commander of the air group, "Skipper, this is Legate, the enemy is trying to retreat their air groups from the bloody big Red ship. An additional flight is in the air to assist you." "Blimey, jolly good!" The Bermudian Fleet Air Arm officer buzzed in from his Sea Gladiator, "We'll knock those monkeys off the ceiling faster than you can say 'God Save The King'! Cheerio!" Legate grinned and contacted Coriolanus, "Flag, Legate, I have 10 good old Sea Gladiators en route to give the Bolshevik a bit of breathing room."

CSS Thomas Jefferson Page

Kraicia wrote:HLFFS Bailee
With CSS Thomas Jefferson Page

Long Tom was finally getting a grip on herself, 5-inch dual purpose and the almighty Bofors making a bloody mark in the Abyssal dive bombers. She let out a relieved sigh, and in fact pressed the attack slightly, sailing just a bit out of formation to fire at the dive bombers just a bit more. And then some other ship... er... Nordic? Yes, Nordic, came sailing alongside her. A rather spare and poultry armament compared to Page, where the Confederacy had crammed a gun in every spare space they could cram one. "Sorry, I justa got a lil' bit carr'ed away, ma'am!" She said joyfully, "I'ma CSS Thomas Jefferson Page, Confederate States Navy. Er'body calls me Long Tom. Been in service since the year of our lawd '43. I ain't no damnyankee destroyer, I don't deal with them yellow folks," Long Tom remained blissfully unaware of her blinding racism, "I justa helped 'gainst the Huns, fah what 'tis worth."

Grand Duke Kirill and HMBS Spartan

Engaging the Abyssal in a full frontal assault like this was a mistake and a waste of resources. So Grand Duke Kirill, heavy cruiser of Vserossiya, pride of Admiral Kolchak, believed, but nobody had asked for her input. She was just the flagship of the Vserossiyan Pacific Fleet against the far-superior naval forces of the Yaposhki, what did she know about tactics? "You're too stuck-up," The Not-British ship, HMBS Spartan, observed, frustrating the ship of Vserossiyan stock to no end, "They will not know your name until it is proven in battle." "And who do you think you are?" Kirill observed with a sneer, crossing her arms, "To try to talk down to your be-"

Legatia wrote:"Anyone that has shore groups, launch now. Cruisers and destroyers, guide them in as far as you can reasonably. Carrier groups, you're coming in over them."

Spartan raised her eyebrows and smirked at the wacko Zep [Not!Russians]. "You want a chance to prove yourself in battle? Now is your chance. If you'll excuse me..." And like that, the Bermudian ship had set ahead flank to clear the path for the landing force with frankly entirely too much gusto. "Oi, pizdéc..." Kirill sighed, rolling her eyes, setting a course to help the Bermudian cruiser protect the landing group.

Over Open Waters. Retreating Abyssal Dive Bombers of Lamia's Air Group.
Unaware of the Sea Gladiators, formidable, but old planes, the Abyssal Hell Dive Bombers retreated towards the Airfield Princess Mamiya, which was quite a distance away.
It would take a while, until the Gladiators had caught up with them, but they would meet the Dive Bombers sooner then the fighters the Princess had promised them as escorts, which had already departed.
The leader of that formation had little problems with that: Despite his planes being battered and bruised (thanks to a few farewell gifts from Thomas Jefferson Page and Bailee), they had rear machine guns and could make themselves hard targets in a dogfight – while still outgunned by fighters, it would be hard for them.
Against Sea Gladiators, though... that was a matter for itself.

Rhiannon. Landing Force.
I grinned as all around me, the landing forces began to advance onto the beaches, from the two tanks of Broadsword to my own men of 3 Horse out of their element in their boats.
It was not much, but with how much air support and artillery support went down on the beach, including from my own 135 mm guns, delivered via my bow, it would suffice. After all, we didn't want to conquer half a continent – looting the remains of an Airfield Princess would be a good start.
However, I quickly noted, that not all pillboxes were taken out and that there was still coastal artillery firing on us. Sporadically, yes, but even a sporadic shell could hurt, if it was a fifteen inch shell.
There were at least three of these guns still active, in protected casemates, firing their shells at everything that was on their coastal radars, which, unfortunately, meant us, Broadsword, one of the newly arrived cruisers, and a few others.
I looked to the newcomer.
“Hi there!”, I greeted without using my radio, firing a special arrow into the air a bit off the mark, which burst into a shower of aluminium foil strips – chaff, to confuse radars of the enemy, giving us a bit of breathing room. I noted her guns... bigger then mine. At least I still had my fuel tanks. “Welcome to the party. Wanna help me against those large guns?”

Battlegroup Baka-Prince.
The Abyssal-Prince known as Baka-Prince, his actual name being Bob, was one of the Princes, who didn't have much of a battlegroup to rely upon, but who could always count on the local stationary demons providing them with what they needed: Squadrons.
The Anchorage Harbour Demon of the Bay of Tears was no exception. Of his force, only the Flag Squadron and the Support Squadron were actually his.
Whatever could be assembled on such a short notice, he got it before he departed with them. Far outside of the range of the enemy, even of Caty's guns and Searc's radar, he mused, that he was a bit low on aircraft, even with Wolftraud and Nuka. Rough estimates put the enemy airpower into the hundreds of planes, piloted by fairies.
Hence, deception was the order of the day: Just as the enemy could not sneak into his security cordon, the carrier air patrols in the air and the air search radars spinning, his aircraft would be unable to sneak up on the enemy.
So, instead of trying and failing, he relied on deception. What enemy air search radars would return to their owners were the signatures appropriate for hundreds and hundreds of aircraft, a wall of contacts, while it was, in reality, not even seven dozen.
Four dozen of them were fighter squadrons, escorting one squadron of dive bombers and two squadrons of torpedo bombers, Mark IIs all around. There was a substantial reserve with the carriers and patrols. Wolftraud also had her Purple Fighters, which were held back as Carrier Air Patrols.
Baka-Prince was also in contact with Rubia, the battleship in the Shipwreck Islands, with Chill the PT-Princess, coordinating their approaches.
No matter who won, it would be a massacre.
Then one of his reconnaissance planes by the Naval Base reported a battleship leaving, identified as Montgomery, covered by two squadrons of fighters – a substantial part of the local air complement. Attacking him would be a waste of time, but while the floatplane tried to flee, Baka-Prince was planning something else. There was he could do, however...
A grin spread on his face, as he instructed his carriers to launch their remaining dive bombers and one squadron of fighters each. They had a job to do: An attack on the enemy base.
They would try to sneak in.

by **Sleet Clans** » Tue Jan 16, 2018 11:26 am

The Selkie wrote:-snop-

Skulking towards Lamia
Unaware that Lamia had replenished most of, if not all of her guns and health during her stage shifting, Nevlamas continued skulking towards the carrier she had detected. She still had a long way to go, but she was a patient hunter. Years of hunting enemy convoy ships and other enemy warships, including destroyers, had taught her that to rush a hunt was to invite death to your very doorstep. It was around this time that she though she heard something to her front.

Those years of hunting had also taught her to always be on your guard, even when it didn't seem like there was a threat around. That singular something had alarm bells going off in her head, and the submarine started to feel like she was being hunted by enemy sub-surface combatants. Her hydrophones operator had heard it too, and if her crew was quiet before, then now half of them were afraid to even so much as breath. Slowing her speed down by a half knot, Nevlamas started to keep her eyes pealed for anything out of the ordinary, paranoia starting to creep into her mind.

Deep breaths, Nevi, it was probably nothing...wait, the last time I said that a Japanese submarine almost had me! I am not about to fall into that trap again! She thought to herself, nerves becoming nearly electrified. As well as dropping speed a little, she also angled her dive planes down a little to have just that extra chance that sonar wouldn't pick her up. Nonetheless, she continued her course towards Lamia, unaware that she would get an unwelcome surprise once she laid eyes on the Abyssal carrier again...

by **Higher Japan** » Wed Jan 17, 2018 7:11 am

Open sea

"God damn it you!" Kaguya shouted, pointing towards Shiroyuki, quickly rushing to the back. "Get him back here, crew prepare for emergency repairs!" The crew began to quickly rush as the cranes went alive, crew prepared for emergency repairs while Kaguya herself brought out a wielding mask and a wielder along with various scraps of metal and pieces. She had performed mid combat repairs, so it was no issue for her and was just another routine round of repairs.

"It'd be an honor." Higashikawa muttered, bowing politely as he quickly went forward. Seeing enemy contacts, he slowly closed in using his Mk I Eyeball optics as he laughed. "Ha! So this is the pathetic force that dared to go against the guardian of Tokyo! Have at it then!" Raising his guns up, he quickly readjusted his cannons, releasing a hail of type 3 shells as his 10 cm cannons also came to life, opening fire as he got closer to them before his anti air machine guns also lit the sky, now he was releasing flak from every angle imaginable as it seemed as if there was not a second where his gun fire would cease.

"Attack wave taking off!" As Tokai fired off another wave, her radar began to ping as she saw something coming from the distance, while her bombers began to search for another target as her fighters broke off to intercept the 'wall'.

by **Sterkistan** » Wed Jan 17, 2018 7:29 am

Battleships Whona & Diamantina
[b]Open Waters[b]

Whona held her side, cut open by torpedoes on her port side. She could feel herself becoming sluggish despite the best efforts of her fairies to pump out the water.
Dia was at her side, holding her up and ordering around her own fairies. Who were running pumps over the planks they set up to assist Whona's fairies.
Their AA worked tirelessly to shoot down as many of the torpedo bombers as possible. But few went down before they were able to release their deadly payload.

Dia took a break from ordering around her fairies. Her guns were ready to fire again.
She found her target, the airfield had to go down to stop this aerial assault.
"We need to stop the airfield! Or our carriers will be ripped to shreds!"
She didn't take the time to lock the firing target, firing a wide burst in the general direction of the airfield.
Her two bow guns rotated, raising and firing after a small pause, their shells arcing toward their destination.

by **Fascist Republic Of Bermuda** » Wed Jan 17, 2018 1:22 pm

1st Bermudian Fleet Air Arm Squadron

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

"Blimey," Squadron Leader Skipper called out to his 2nd-in-command, leading the formation of Sea Gladiators, "Monkeys on the ceiling, cabbage crates, running away from the briny. Let's give them a good show right in the how's-your-father, shall we?" "Tally-ho, Skipper. Punching a hole in their kite," Number 1 said. "All flights, show those cabbage crates a jolly good show!" Skipper ordered. The squadron moved to give chase from the rear.

The first spurts of tail-gun fire whizzed past the Sea Gladiators as they closed the distance. "Remember, lads, break up their formation or we're just buttering their toast for them!" the squadron sped up, determined to close distance, especially when one Sea Gladiator, engine smoking, fell out of formation and starting plummeting into the sea. "Bloody 'ell! We're bloody mince meat back here!" Another pilot protested. "That's why we're getting right in the thick of it, pilot!" Number 1 snapped back. "All aircraft, let's rain on their parade, shall we?" Skipper ordered. The Squadron opened up as one as they closed distance, firing their machine guns in an attempt to break the formation even before the Sea Gladiators started weaving in and out, relying on the superior maneuverability of the biplane to essentially cut up the formation.

HMBS Spartan

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

"Today is a good day to die!" Spartan replied when Rhiannon greeted her, a big, dumb smile on her face. She didn't bother to duck, standing up as straight as ever. A 15-inch shell whizzed by her still-grinning head as Rhiannon asked if she wanted to help against the big guns. "Of course! It is why I am here!" She turned her 4 6-inch turrets towards the nearest coastal gun, "Trust me. My shells will blot out the skies!" She opened fire, following up her first volley with another one as soon as she reloaded. If she didn't knock out the gun initially, saturation fire would do nicely.

by **The Cross and Davids Star** » Fri Jan 19, 2018 9:27 am

Prophet

By now, Prophet had reached firing range on the wall of planes, as platforms covered in Quadmounts and Bofors extended like stairsteps, effectively transforming the carrier into a mobile AA emplacement. He activated his radio to warn the friendly planes coming in to intercept.

"Prophet to all squadrons, watch out for AA crossfire. It's gonna be a frenzy, and if you can keep up the attack, Searc." He stated, with his gun reporting to be ready to fire. With his radio turned back off, Prophet looked to the skies at the enemy. With a fire in his eyes, he shouted out.

"Let the demons taste the holy flames and burn to ashes!" He cried, his guns going off all at once into the air, spraying hot lead at the wall of Abyssals, as well as causing a bright light from the muzzle flashes.

Salvation

Salvation could see as the poor ship in his arms opened her eyes, which relieved him slightly, seeing that she wasn't unconscious yet. His head spun as he tried to locate a place where he could properly administer attention to the girl. Unfortunately, there wasn't, so Salvation did the next best thing, and went flank speed toward the island, albeit dangerous, it was the only way to help Stilly, and he wasnt one to choose his safety over another.

by **New Antonalia** » Fri Jan 19, 2018 9:36 am

The Selkie wrote:
New Antonalia wrote:SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Open Waters, Engaging Riana, Tsubuki, and Tsuki

Sergei cursed as he bobbed and weaved his rig between the shell fire. "They're trying to separate me from the rest of the group, I can't let that happen." He thought as he tried to turn hard to port to put himself back in formation with the rest of the battle group. "Căpitane, torpilele de pe arcul tău!" One of his spotters cried out as the distinct contrails of torpedoes came into view. "CĂCAT! CĂCAT! CĂCAT!" Sergei muttered as he turned his stern towards the gap in the torpedoes, waiting for them to pass by before he could continue maneuvering. Unfortunately, this put him in a position where the enemy ships didn't have to aim as much to hit him as he tried to fire a salvo from his number 3 and 4 turrets.

SPN Fyodor Volkov,
Open Waters

The call from Coriolanus came as no surprise to Fyodor, but he wasn't in a position where he could obey. "Negative, my attackers and fighters are too far out, I won't be able to get them back before they're shot out of the sky." He said, before Prophet's report seemed to make Fyodor more aggravated, especially when the carrier steamed out ahead of the others, breaking formations and leaving them even more vulnerable than they already were. "God Dammit Prophet." Fyodor thought as he watch what he was sure to be a disaster unfold before his eyes. "All planes, return to carrier for refuel, repair and rearming."

As he spoke, Fyodor readied his Pe-2Ns and instead of the short range torpedoes, two 1000 kg bombs were loaded into the bomb bay as the flight crews prepped to receive injured aircraft and pilots.
Attacker group Vasilij,
Engaged by Abyssal fighters

The order from the carrier came as a shock to everyone as silence fell over the comms before a mix of Romanian and Russian came spewing over, venom dripping from every word before the flight commander ordered radio silence as his group started their return to the carrier. Other groups quickly followed suit as some of the abyssal fighters found themselves on the business end of the four 20 mm ShVaks loaded with ground attack rounds. "Come on comrades, we're not beat just yet, home and we'll go at them again! URA!" The flight commander yelled as the cry was echoed in his headset.

Riana and Tsuki versus Sergei.
Riana grinned – the enemy had been herded exactly as they needed it. Tsubaki was gone, obliterated by the battleship, but the heavy cruiser would go down.
Her eight inch guns began to bark sending Armour Piercing rounds downrange towards Sergei, while salvoes from his rear guns mostly fell into the water harmlessly. Tsuki was hit by a shell or two or more, but she endured, her five inch guns sending the compliments right back – high explosive compliments, a veritable rain going down.
Spray and prey, as one could say.
And praying both Abyssals did.

Force Cat-III.
On a usual day, in a race, every Abyssal would bet money on the Second Generation Cat Fighters they flew, when faced with the Yak-9s hot on their tails.
On usual days.
This, however, was not a usual day and so, the Yak-9s were gaining on them, slowly, but surely.
Battle damages slowed them down, their ammunition was spent – they had little in the ways of hope to survive the next engagement. Their leader was determined to let his people live to fight another day, on the way to the Demon, who would shelter them, repair them and send them out again. She was not an Airfield Princess, but it would be fine, they hoped.
And suddenly, there were plumes of smoke going up around the Yaks, unfocussed at first, but soon getting more and more precise, small black flowers blooming around them.
Underneath them, a battlegroup around an Elite Ru-class Battleship provided covering fire, Rubia giving them covering fire. That would, hopefully, shoo the fighters away.

SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Open Waters,
In Combat with Tsuki and Riana

Sergei felt the 8" armor piecing shells rip through his deck armor and pass through his hull. "Thank God they didn't detonate." He thought as the last of the torpedoes shot past his hull before the shower of HE from Tsuki hit him and detonated around him. "CĂCAT!" He cried as one of his 100 mm B-34s detonate as the ammunition cooked off. He couldn't call out damage control to put out the fire, but at the same time he couldn't let it continue burning. "Hard to port, load AP and target the light cruiser!" He yelled as his rig groaned under the stress from the fire, shells, and the damage he sustained thus far. He presented his broadside to the two cruisers and aimed at right above the water line as he ranged Tsuki in before he fired with deadly accuracy as his shells dispersed along a horizontal axis and struck Tsuki as he watched her ammunition in her number 2 and 3 turrets detonate.

SPN Fyodor Volkov,
Open Waters

Fyodor's groups returned to him mostly intact. He smiled as he watched most of the IL-2s, all of whom were damaged to some extent, land with pride as the planes were immediately taken into his rig and fresh planes and crews cycled out with those who were battle fatigued and visibly shaken. "Coriolanus, planes received and squadrons are being cycled. Will be ready to assist with landing operations in three minutes." He knew his pilots had been through quite an ordeal, and once they returned to port, funerals and empty graves will need to be dug for the dead pilots and crews. But he didn't have time to dwell on it, especially since the invigorated crews rushed to their planes and demanded to take off as soon as possible, wanting revenge for their fallen comrades.

by **The Assorted Saharan Outposts** » Fri Jan 19, 2018 10:08 am

As the Catherine would unleash hell upon the little ship, Comet would try his hardest to maneuver around them. He wasn't doing a very good job at it, however. It was a complete hail of bullets and he wouldn't be able to outrun a bullet, no matter how fast he was. He tried his best to keep firing at the large ship, but the bullets would only make him weaker. Blood floated into the water and his lack of armor wasn't making the assault any more pleasant.
"My prince! You need to retreat! You're wounded!" Starboard would be running close to Comet, trying to get to his side to take the brunt of the attack for him, but every time she got close enough to take a bullet, Comet would push her out of the way as he continued firing, and Starboard would do the same. "Prince Comet, what are you doing?! You need to get out of here!"
"If I die then I'm going to die fighting, not running." His purpose was to direct enemy fire to elsewhere anyhow. It wasn't like he wasn't used to this. This was what he was used to on a regular basis. Scars of old, mentally and physically, would resurface as he watched Starboard release another torpedo in the direction of the ship. "If this wench thinks that she can get the best of me, she's dead wrong."

Seeing how her boss would be getting an unhealthy amount of lead directed towards him, Halve would be more desperate to get the attention of the Catherine than ever. She fired her weapons in the direction of the ship and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Hey, you bitch! If you want a fight, look over here! We can take you on." She turned to the ships that were part of the Wafa's group and let out an almost guttural cry. "We can take this bitch on, can't we?"
There was a general cry of confirmation as the ships would proceed to fire all torpedos in the direction of the Kanmusu. It seemed like they were all taking a hint from Halve, as they, too, moved closer. None seemed afraid to die, and they charged forth to the sound of Halve's insane laugh of glee as the bullets ran out. This was so much fun! She can't wait to tear this whore apart piece by goddamn piece.

"Yes! Yes, direct hit!" Anchor would seem to do a small dance before moving towards Comet. She saw bullets hitting the water around where she was certain her Prince was and she gasped. "Oh, Comet! Uh...don't worry, boss! I'll try to help...somehow." It was going to be difficult to figure out how she was going to do this...she'd be better kept underwater. She could try to blow a hole in the bottom of the Catherine, but considering how many ships were around, she'd be under a lot of pressure, and she'd have to act fast. This was...definitely a problem.

by **The Cross and Davids Star** » Fri Jan 19, 2018 10:38 am

Prophet

As his AA guns fired away at the air wall, Prophet could see the Abyssal Prince as he sped towards Caty, noting that the ship was a fast glass cannon, going faster than Caty's main guns could turn, but her secondary guns were putting some hurt on him. Prophet then got an idea, and ordered his naval guns to load some HE rounds, and contacted.

"Hey Caty, you wanna show these Abyssals the true meaning of overkill? Have your main guns aim at that Prince and when I knock out its engines, you can blast the poor bastard into fragmentation." He transmitted, aiming all four of his naval guns at the Prince's stern, hoping to shatter his means of propulsion and have Caty clean up the mess. One by one the guns, having accounted for the Prince's speed, fired, hurling their ordinance towards the ship, and awaited their results.

But what he saw then terrified him. The many torpedos headed for Catherine, causing bad memories of his own to resurface, his demise especially. There was no way he could move to have them hit him instead of Caty, so he instead redirected some of his Bofors to fire at the torpedos, praying to God that he could hit enough to prevent major hull damage.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Jan 19, 2018 3:40 pm

Sleet Clans wrote:
The Selkie wrote:-snop-

Skulking towards Lamia
Unaware that Lamia had replenished most of, if not all of her guns and health during her stage shifting, Nevlamas continued skulking towards the carrier she had detected. She still had a long way to go, but she was a patient hunter. Years of hunting enemy convoy ships and other enemy warships, including destroyers, had taught her that to rush a hunt was to invite death to your very doorstep. It was around this time that she though she heard something to her front.

Those years of hunting had also taught her to always be on your guard, even when it didn't seem like there was a threat around. That singular something had alarm bells going off in her head, and the submarine started to feel like she was being hunted by enemy sub-surface combatants. Her hydrophones operator had heard it too, and if her crew was quiet before, then now half of them were afraid to even so much as breath. Slowing her speed down by a half knot, Nevlamas started to keep her eyes pealed for anything out of the ordinary, paranoia starting to creep into her mind.

Deep breaths, Nevi, it was probably nothing...wait, the last time I said that a Japanese submarine almost had me! I am not about to fall into that trap again! She thought to herself, nerves becoming nearly electrified. As well as dropping speed a little, she also angled her dive planes down a little to have just that extra chance that sonar wouldn't pick her up. Nonetheless, she continued her course towards Lamia, unaware that she would get an unwelcome surprise once she laid eyes on the Abyssal carrier again...

Higher Japan wrote:Open sea

"God damn it you!" Kaguya shouted, pointing towards Shiroyuki, quickly rushing to the back. "Get him back here, crew prepare for emergency repairs!" The crew began to quickly rush as the cranes went alive, crew prepared for emergency repairs while Kaguya herself brought out a wielding mask and a wielder along with various scraps of metal and pieces. She had performed mid combat repairs, so it was no issue for her and was just another routine round of repairs.

"It'd be an honor." Higashikawa muttered, bowing politely as he quickly went forward. Seeing enemy contacts, he slowly closed in using his Mk I Eyeball optics as he laughed. "Ha! So this is the pathetic force that dared to go against the guardian of Tokyo! Have at it then!" Raising his guns up, he quickly readjusted his cannons, releasing a hail of type 3 shells as his 10 cm cannons also came to life, opening fire as he got closer to them before his anti air machine guns also lit the sky, now he was releasing flak from every angle imaginable as it seemed as if there was not a second where his gun fire would cease.

"Attack wave taking off!" As Tokai fired off another wave, her radar began to ping as she saw something coming from the distance, while her bombers began to search for another target as her fighters broke off to intercept the 'wall'.

The Cross and Davids Star wrote:Prophet

By now, Prophet had reached firing range on the wall of planes, as platforms covered in Quadmounts and Bofors extended like stairsteps, effectively transforming the carrier into a mobile AA emplacement. He activated his radio to warn the friendly planes coming in to intercept.

"Prophet to all squadrons, watch out for AA crossfire. It's gonna be a frenzy, and if you can keep up the attack, Searc." He stated, with his gun reporting to be ready to fire. With his radio turned back off, Prophet looked to the skies at the enemy. With a fire in his eyes, he shouted out.

"Let the demons taste the holy flames and burn to ashes!" He cried, his guns going off all at once into the air, spraying hot lead at the wall of Abyssals, as well as causing a bright light from the muzzle flashes.

Salvation

Salvation could see as the poor ship in his arms opened her eyes, which relieved him slightly, seeing that she wasn't unconscious yet. His head spun as he tried to locate a place where he could properly administer attention to the girl. Unfortunately, there wasn't, so Salvation did the next best thing, and went flank speed toward the island, albeit dangerous, it was the only way to help Stilly, and he wasnt one to choose his safety over another.

Beneath the Lamia-Caty-Battle.
Still unaware of Nevlamas' presence, but on guard as usual as a large battle above usually included destroyers being present, Yoanie and her comrades passed beneath the battle, not bothering anyone with their presence. They, however, did spot a repair vessel on passive sonar, carrying a small kanmusu to safety... a corvette-sized kanmusu. Yoanie felt rage building within her, but she forced it down - the dagger-service of the Abyssals were so deadly because they rarely trusted their emotions to effectively lead them in battle, unlike their comrades on the surface. Yoanie had always taught hers, that emotion during the Hunt was the easiest way to get everyone killed.
Their orders be damned, but they simply could not pass this opportunity up.
A look to her two comrades revealed, that they were just as unwilling to let them go as she was. Better yet, he was approaching the Chill-Island, cutting off his own escape.
It was too good to be true.
A trap?
Yoanie took a deep breath, as silent as possible... and opened her torpedo tubes, which did make a small bit of sound.

Searc. The Wall of Contacts.
I grinned at both boys. It was nice to be on the more dishing-out-side this time, my radar also told me, that they were getting closer and closer.
My longbow was ready to sing death and dispair, an arrow with pink fletching on my sinew as I rose my bow - Boom-Arrows, a.k.a. VT-shells. My eyes adjusted and I blinked... the attack force was a lot smaller then I had it on my radar... and they were dragging something behind them as well... of course... of-fucking-course...
The oldest trick in the book and I fell for it.
And I released my arrow, before my hand went to the radio.
"Searc, Flag, about that wall of contacts... it's a decoy.", I reported, my voice sour at my fault... shite. "They're dragging windsocks with them, like AA-training-targets. And if I had to guess, I'd guess, that they're aluminium as well."
Now, as I released a second, a third and more arrows, mixing them with the impressive wall of AA-fire, that the two other vessels were putting up, to the point, that I couldn't say, which were downed by whom - but they were downed. Aluminium strips, known as chaff, was used to this day to confuse radars and that had a long tradition.
And after loosing a few of their numbers, they dropped their socks and began to turn tail.
Shite.

New Antonalia wrote:
The Selkie wrote:Riana and Tsuki versus Sergei.
Riana grinned – the enemy had been herded exactly as they needed it. Tsubaki was gone, obliterated by the battleship, but the heavy cruiser would go down.
Her eight inch guns began to bark sending Armour Piercing rounds downrange towards Sergei, while salvoes from his rear guns mostly fell into the water harmlessly. Tsuki was hit by a shell or two or more, but she endured, her five inch guns sending the compliments right back – high explosive compliments, a veritable rain going down.
Spray and prey, as one could say.
And praying both Abyssals did.

Force Cat-III.
On a usual day, in a race, every Abyssal would bet money on the Second Generation Cat Fighters they flew, when faced with the Yak-9s hot on their tails.
On usual days.
This, however, was not a usual day and so, the Yak-9s were gaining on them, slowly, but surely.
Battle damages slowed them down, their ammunition was spent – they had little in the ways of hope to survive the next engagement. Their leader was determined to let his people live to fight another day, on the way to the Demon, who would shelter them, repair them and send them out again. She was not an Airfield Princess, but it would be fine, they hoped.
And suddenly, there were plumes of smoke going up around the Yaks, unfocussed at first, but soon getting more and more precise, small black flowers blooming around them.
Underneath them, a battlegroup around an Elite Ru-class Battleship provided covering fire, Rubia giving them covering fire. That would, hopefully, shoo the fighters away.

SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Open Waters,
In Combat with Tsuki and Riana

Sergei felt the 8" armor piecing shells rip through his deck armor and pass through his hull. "Thank God they didn't detonate." He thought as the last of the torpedoes shot past his hull before the shower of HE from Tsuki hit him and detonated around him. "CĂCAT!" He cried as one of his 100 mm B-34s detonate as the ammunition cooked off. He couldn't call out damage control to put out the fire, but at the same time he couldn't let it continue burning. "Hard to port, load AP and target the light cruiser!" He yelled as his rig groaned under the stress from the fire, shells, and the damage he sustained thus far. He presented his broadside to the two cruisers and aimed at right above the water line as he ranged Tsuki in before he fired with deadly accuracy as his shells dispersed along a horizontal axis and struck Tsuki as he watched her ammunition in her number 2 and 3 turrets detonate.

SPN Fyodor Volkov,
Open Waters

Fyodor's groups returned to him mostly intact. He smiled as he watched most of the IL-2s, all of whom were damaged to some extent, land with pride as the planes were immediately taken into his rig and fresh planes and crews cycled out with those who were battle fatigued and visibly shaken. "Coriolanus, planes received and squadrons are being cycled. Will be ready to assist with landing operations in three minutes." He knew his pilots had been through quite an ordeal, and once they returned to port, funerals and empty graves will need to be dug for the dead pilots and crews. But he didn't have time to dwell on it, especially since the invigorated crews rushed to their planes and demanded to take off as soon as possible, wanting revenge for their fallen comrades.

Riana and Tsuki versus Sergei.
One had to give him one thing, Riana had to admit, that shipboy not only had a will to fight, he also had a will to stay in the fight. That was more then what could be said of many of his peers.
Still, he did her a great, big favour by targeting the nearly undamaged Tsuki, who screamed in rage at one of the AP-shells obliterated one of her gigantic hands and another one slammed into her shoulder of the same arm. The other was firing more and more 5inch shells into the cruiser, targetting the superstructure with more fire, fire, FIRE - Riana felt her last pieces of sanity slip.
With a scream of rage and hate, she fired more and more 8inch shells into the presented broadside of the cruiser with armour piercing shells - he would go down. He would have to go down.
More torpedoes were flung into the water.

Chill.
As Dia's shells landed, her torpedo bombers were already running away, losses inflicted upon them - but those shells... they were exactly, what Chill had needed.
[Thank you, little battleship!], the Princess roared as she began to heal again and get stronger - her Second Form activated, replenishing health and power, making it stronger then before. [You fools! This isn't even my Final Form!]
Her roar was accompanied by a cackle - she always wanted to say that.
And as she cackled, her runways returned to pristine condition, as did her shot down aircraft return to her. Chill grinned. This was a Strike Group one had to resist!
Her aircraft streamed into the air, in loose order, her cackle surely being heard by the enemy, as her aircraft went neither to the landing forces on her doorstep nor towards the battleships right behind that - she could take care of them later. One was heavily damaged, if she interpreted her reports correctly.
No, her target was the origin of all of the mess: The carriers, far out north. Her planes formed up, went down to the water's surface to slip in under the radar, one and a half squadrons of fully armed torpedo bombers, a squadron of dive bombers armed with small rockets, and three squadrons of fighters flying higher, beginning to circle north to intercept any incoming planes and ships as they, too, carried rockets.
Nothing too impressive, just normal 5inch HVARs, but they would hurt.

Fascist Republic Of Bermuda wrote:[b]1st Bermudian Fleet Air Arm Squadron
The Selkie wrote:-snip-

"Blimey," Squadron Leader Skipper called out to his 2nd-in-command, leading the formation of Sea Gladiators, "Monkeys on the ceiling, cabbage crates, running away from the briny. Let's give them a good show right in the how's-your-father, shall we?" "Tally-ho, Skipper. Punching a hole in their kite," Number 1 said. "All flights, show those cabbage crates a jolly good show!" Skipper ordered. The squadron moved to give chase from the rear.

The first spurts of tail-gun fire whizzed past the Sea Gladiators as they closed the distance. "Remember, lads, break up their formation or we're just buttering their toast for them!" the squadron sped up, determined to close distance, especially when one Sea Gladiator, engine smoking, fell out of formation and starting plummeting into the sea. "Bloody 'ell! We're bloody mince meat back here!" Another pilot protested. "That's why we're getting right in the thick of it, pilot!" Number 1 snapped back. "All aircraft, let's rain on their parade, shall we?" Skipper ordered. The Squadron opened up as one as they closed distance, firing their machine guns in an attempt to break the formation even before the Sea Gladiators started weaving in and out, relying on the superior maneuverability of the biplane to essentially cut up the formation.

HMBS Spartan
The Selkie wrote:-snip-

"Today is a good day to die!" Spartan replied when Rhiannon greeted her, a big, dumb smile on her face. She didn't bother to duck, standing up as straight as ever. A 15-inch shell whizzed by her still-grinning head as Rhiannon asked if she wanted to help against the big guns. "Of course! It is why I am here!" She turned her 4 6-inch turrets towards the nearest coastal gun, "Trust me. My shells will blot out the skies!" She opened fire, following up her first volley with another one as soon as she reloaded. If she didn't knock out the gun initially, saturation fire would do nicely.

Retreating Bombers.
Suddenly, they were there.
Sea Gladiators - wonderful aircraft, surely, but not so much, if one was on the receiving end. There was a very telling quote of Robert Dahl, though, about the Gladiator. Luckily for the Abyssals, their machine guns of course had tracer rounds...
Then again, they were fighters and the bombers were evidently not.
It was like a herd of bisons against a pack of wolves, it seemed to the bombers and they were not at the fabourbale end of the comparison, as they did try to keep the herd intact and close to each other to profit from covering fire, but that could not prevent aircraft being hit by the machine guns of the Gladiators.
Whenever one of them fell out of formation due to damages sustained, it seemed to the remaining bombers, that the Gladiators descended upon it like starving vultures onto a fresh carcass.
Their only hope was, that the enemy would soon run out of either of two things: Gladiators, which was unlikely, the reargunners were not bad shots, but hitting a small nimble target from another one moving target was not as easy as it sounded, or ammunition, which seemed more likely.
Damages were mounting and a few bombers were already lost.

Rhiannon. Landing Zone.
I grinned. I liked that girl already.
She had guts.
Speaking of, whereever her second salvo landed, it seemed to be something important, as suddenly, there was a big gout of flame shooting into the air, closely followed by what looked suspiciously close to a battleship turret used as a coastal fortification.
One with a large set of guns, too.
Now, there was fire of 15inch shells coming in from two sides, getting more and more precise with every round that was fired. It was getting eery.
"Alright, lassie, next one, bearing...", I began and pointed into the direction. "...that way!"
The smaller guns rejoined the fray - it would be quite a bit of work until the landing forces could indeed land!

by **Rustyal** » Fri Jan 19, 2018 9:16 pm

Empress Catherine
Open Ocean

Surprisingly enough, high explosive didn't seem to affect her superstructure that much. I mean, you need lots of steel to withstand the shockwave of 36 inch cannons. Catherine's grin widened. She was shaking from excitement- the fact that so much fire was being concentrated on her. "GO AHEAD AND FIRE AT ME MORE YOU HELLSPAWN! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT POSTAGE STAMPS TO ME!!" Catherine swung one side of 12 inch guns around at Lamia, launching 18 more 12 inch shells at her. And with that, realizing, hey, that's a fair deal of torps, it's about time she performed the full purpose of those 36 inch guns- annihilation.

All these tiny ships around her was just adorable. Catherine decided that they weren't worth her full tactical time, and with that, she turned herself directly towards Lamia, deciding to quickly start closing distance. She was actually charging straight for the battlegroup at this time. Seeing protest from Halve about her firing upon the cruiser prince, it seemed it was time to share the pain, no? Catherine rotated all of her 6 inch gun turrets on one side, and the 12 inch guns, upon Halve. An absolute hellstorm of fire erupted, with the 12 inch guns thundering out and the 6 inch guns acting like one destruction machine gun.

Now that her 6 inch secondaries were at work on one side, the 6 inch guns on the other side of her started unleashing upon Comet. Along with that, she pulled her full 36 inch gun broadside onto Comet. The guns adjusted their elevation for range, and then...

Hell was unleashed.

Another 180 ton broadside was forced out of those cannons, fully unloaded upon Comet. And then... Huh. That's a lot of torpedoes. With this new encounter of metal fishes, she started turning once more, this time into the direction where most of the torpedoes were coming from. She smiled, bracing for impact as she took quite a fair deal of them right on the torpedo belt. Catherine flinched from all the hits she had taken. The torpedo hits were in such quantity that her list changed from portside to starboard side. Immediately, damage control fairies started work. Speaking of damage control fairies, the fires set by Lamia originally were getting contained. Though, her mental stability was dropping by the minute. This would only get better, for her, atleast.

by **Fascist Republic Of Bermuda** » Sat Jan 20, 2018 11:40 am

Pursuing Fighters

The Selkie wrote:-Snip-

Bermudian pilots were many things, but experienced was not one of them. However, they were in fighters, and the enemy bombers were trying to stay together, not all-too-successfully, "Another cabbage crate right in the how's-your-father!" Number 1 exclaimed as an Abyssal bomber's wing sheered off and it went spiraling down. "Watch your left!" A pilot cried out. "Remember, get them into a turning engagement!" Skipper called out, diving right between two bombers, peppering them with .303 British the entire way. A rookie pilot screamed as his Sea Gladiator, caught by a tailgunner in a turn, was peppered with tailgunner fire. The still mostly-intact Sea Gladiator, pilotless, slowly started trundling downwards into the ocean. One Sea Gladiator, hit in the roaring engine, burst into flames, the pilot barely managing to bail out before the plane was entirely consumed. Mistakes like that were not uncommon in the dogfight, but rarely were they as deadly. Regardless, entirely too many casualties for fighters attacking retreating dive bombers.

HMBS Spartan

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

"Ahaha!" Spartan laughed at the exploding bunker complex, "They should thank me, for I have made them their own funeral pyre!" She was thoroughly enjoying herself despite- or perhaps because of- the 15-inch shells whizzing around her. Rhiannon spotted another target. Spartan's 6-inchers swiveled to the target. "Thank you, my friend! This is where they die!" Spartan called out, before opening up again, guns firing as fast as they were reloading. Blotting out the sun with 6-inch shells was always better than just one volley.

For one, it is less hot to fight in the shade.

by **Parcia** » Sun Jan 21, 2018 2:03 pm

PRNS Montgomery
Engaging enemy super say-I mean carrier.

The 16"/54 caliber gun was a derivative of the standard 16"/50 cal gun used on his sister ships, but with an extra bore liner, and 4 extra calibers of barrel, giving his shells just that much more speed and power behind them. Add the ever expensive, yet incredibly powerful Mk.9 mod.1 "Hyper velocity Kinetic penetration munition" or, as he preferred to call it, the world largest steel jacketed, Tungsten cored, APCR shell of Fuck you, with the enhanced, experimental propellant behind them...could throw the 3,100 pound shell nearly 36 miles and still have enough sheer force to shatter even the turtle back armor on Catherine with a direct hit...give or take a few.

Combined with the tried and true AM/N mk.21 mod 4, block 13 Radar gun fire control system, and he could hit his target wit a 150 foot margin of error up to 30 miles. What a beauty it was. "Catherine, your breaking formation and opening a whole in our firing line, recommend you reform and continue long range bombardment." His voice rang out over the radio, cold calm and calculating.

He moved quickly, his boilers nearly red hot but steady, his guns moving with a manufactured grace that came from both his own years of battle, and the famed Imperial steel works. He centered his guns, all 4 turrets, all 12 16"/54 caliber guns of Rome, on the princes as she morphed. If taking damaged healed her, then his only option, he figured, was to hit her with as many shells as possible, hoping to cause as much damage as possible before her ability could work, maybe even short it out.

He squeezed his trigger, and let loose his shells, the higher pressure propellant burning a bright blue, the shells them self streaking across the sky with speed unlike the 16 inch shells because, for the briefest moments shortly after the shells left the barrels of his guns, they broke the sound barrier.

Given his low dispersion range, and the high velocity of the shells, it was likely that 6-7 shots would land on target. As he moved closer, he reached the outer edge of his secondary gun range, and the numerous 127mm duel purpose guns opened fire, spewing 5 inch proximity fused shells that began to reinforce the wall of flack that had been formed.

The 24 fighters that had been escorting him had been steadily climbing to nearly 30,000 feet, their multistage turbo chargers keeping their speed will above 340 mph, even when laden with heavy bombs, gunpods, and even a few torpedoes. They knew well enough to stay clear of the furball beneath them, but that would soon change as they passed over, their mission had been chosen mid-flight: They were going carrier hunting.

He spotted Catherine in the distance, her large form slugging through the water at her full speed, dodging torpedoes and shell fire. "Surprisingly graceful for a a girl of her size." It took him a moment to realize he had left his Mic on, and blushing ever so slightly, pushed forward at 32 knots. IF she was going to get stuck in the middle of the enemy formation, so was he.

PRNS Adeline
She had been loungin in the shallows as she normally did, in full gear, taking in the sun during her day off. She hummed a tune to her self as she caught some what of a slight tan, hoping to get rid of her Volkstradi pale color. Then she heard them.

Getting to her feet, she extended her own radar mast, granted it wasn't nearly as long range as Monty's, but it had enough power to detect the incoming planes. Enemy planes.
She loaded her 30mm guns and sent a message to HQ
<Alert, Alert, enemy air formation inbound for attack to base, Estimated 45 seconds until attack run, not a drill!>

by **Novaya Equestria** » Sun Jan 21, 2018 8:52 pm

The Selkie wrote:snip

"No, it's not." Broadsword replied. "And it's alright. Try not to laugh again, okay? We Novayans aren't just for show." Broadsword added. "Broadsword, land the troops. They come equipped with landing crafts, ja?" Novaya said. "I know that, Novaya. Can anyone provide our landing fairies covering fire?" Replied Broadsword, who then deployed landing crafts containing infantry and vehicles. "And looks liked I misspoke having two tanks: I actually carried four: two Panzer IIIs and two Panzer IVs. Eeeeeehhhh.... okay." The supply-transport hybrid ship spoke, shrugging as the landing crafts of Novayan landing fairies were heading towards the shores.

by **Higher Japan** » Mon Jan 22, 2018 3:44 am

Open seas

As she waited for the injured to come to her, her sonars picked up a small ping from below her. "A submarine?" Her crew confirmed the ping as they cross referenced against the location of other allied submarines. "I'm sorry, but for my survival, I must." Starting her engines once again, the cranes went offline as a message was sent to the injured and the person towing the injured. "Submarine detected, I'm breaking off. Will return for official repairs once escort returns." After that, she screamed out to Kaifu.

"Submarine detected! Anti Sub escort requested!"

Upon hearing the sound of Kaguya's screaming, Kaifu quickly turned around and sped backwards as his guns now stopped firing as the sound of his sonars pinging resounded through his ears, the fairies preparing the depth charges as he determined the depth they were at. "Depth confirmed, adjusting for error, now sink to the depths!" Quickly turning as soon as he finished his calculations, he launched off 4 depth charges as they flew through the air towards the estimated location of the submarines, sinking down towards the expected targets.

"Interception wave, taking off!" Tokai quickly launched out another wave of fighters into the sky as the last one returned, before she looked up as her eyes zoomed in on something, enemy bombers flying past her. "No..." Quickly flipping a switch, she loaded in a cartridge as she began to release 10 cm shells towards them, each shot only having a 5 second delay as the fighters searched for any attack planes before seeing some in the distance. Upon confirmation they were enemy fighters, they sped forward as the first shot was fired, 20 mm shells heading fast towards them as the crew back on the mothership pinned the location down.

"Bamboozled once again!" Higashikawa shouted, turning around as he almost overturned from the speed and weight, anti air guns still firing with flak over precision firing as they waited for the aluminium to clear for the radar to begin working.

At main base, crew began to scramble as the ground crew triggered the anti air alarm, the sound of horns wailing in every corner of the base as fighters took off alongside improvised gun ships that were made form G8N1 bombers due to the lack of bombs. Although they were bombers, they could still hold their own with sealed fuel tanks and an improved metal frame along with heavy cannons as they slowly made their way towards the expected group of enemy fighters.

by **The Cross and Davids Star** » Mon Jan 22, 2018 5:12 am

Prophet

Hearing Searc's transmission, Prophet shouted out in anger, realizing what the Abyssals were planning, though a bit too late.

"Prophet to Flag, the carrier group is in immediate danger, they need immediate AA support!" He broadcasted, turning sharply to flank speed toward the other carriers, hoping he could reach them in time. Those Abyssals made a fool out of him, and he was pissed as a result.

Salvation

Salvation could very faintly hear as the torpedo tubes opened, but he knew exactly what it was. Unfortunately for him, however, he had no real way to defend himself long enough to reach the island. Or so he thought, until he looked at Stilly's depth charge racks. Salvation was against violence, very strongly in fact, but he wasn't afraid to end a life if it meant saving one, and began to remove, arm, and drop the depth charges behind him as he pushed his engines to their limits, relying on the distraction of the charges and his raw speed to outrun the submarines.

by **The Assorted Saharan Outposts** » Mon Jan 22, 2018 8:12 am

The sound of all guns firing sounded like a thunderclap. All hell had indeed broken loose down on the waters as Comet took a huge brunt of the blow. Blood leaked out of bullet wounds and the man felt dizzy. Casualties on board were high, and there were several fires burning. Comet felt like he was going to collapse into the water. Vision blurry, barely being able to hold himself above water, Comet weakly shot towards the giant ship, but he was quickly pulled to the side by Starboard, who was now frantically trying to pull him to safety. "I'm getting you to safety, Prince Comet!"
"Let me go...the bitch is going down. Let me go!" Comet struggled against the smaller ship's hold, but in his state, there wasn't much he could as Starboard dragged him away at a slower pace. "Halve...you have to get her. You have to help them..." He's losing a lot of blood. Everything's blurry...

Halve got hit. She got hit with a lot of bullets. So much more than she previously anticipated. They dug through her, putting her through lots of pain. She let out a loud grunt of pain and nearly doubled over. A hand went to her stomach and she pulled it away. Her hand was stained with crimson blood. Her own blood. It dripped into the water as the bullets flew around her. She watched as her blood spread out in the water, her breath hitched and currently getting faster and faster. Her breathing slowly morphed into laughing. It caught in her throat for a moment before it let out into full-on, psychotic laugh that just barely ran out over the gunfire.
"Alright, alright! I was wondering when this would get a bit more fun!" Torpedoes fired off as the personnel on board the ship tried to frantically rebuild internal damages. She was in terrible shape, but she was still kicking. She seemed to have lost all reason if she still thought she had a chance at winning. "It's about time we both gave each other hell. I'm not stopping till I tear those damn guns off of you and beat you with them!"
If she's going to die, this would be the ideal way to die! Valiantly in battle. The bullets passing whizzing by, the sound of explosions. It fueled her. It fed her. It left her with a hunger for more. She couldn't get enough of the sounds of war. If this battle didn't kill her, something else just as equally chaotic certainly would. To die on the battlefield was the only way to die with honor!

"Remind me to never mess with Halve." Anchor commented as she looked took a quick look around. That was when she noticed someone was shooting at the torpedoes heading towards the Catherine. She frowned originally before lining up the shot, but then the thing began to move, and god damn was this thing hard to hit. Eventually, though, after getting a bit closer, she aimed at where she hoped the shit was going to go. Not wanting to waste all of her ammo, she fired a single torpedo and waited for impact. Come on...if this thing went down, it'd be so much easier to unleash hell on the big-boned bitch on the surface.

by **Rustyal** » Mon Jan 22, 2018 9:06 am

Empress Catherine
Open Ocean

Right now, Catherine could care less about planes. She was in the heat of battle. A thrill she wouldn't get for quite a while. So she was going to enjoy the hell out of it while she could. And you know what? "Enemy cruiser launched torpedoes!" Her command fairy would alert Cath of this. Finally. She could avoid taking some hits for once. Catherine's huge waterjet engines went full power on one side, and full reverse on another. Her rudder shifted around at the same time, allowing her to make a fairly sharp turn and lose a lot of speed. Her torpedo belt would be able to take the hit fine, but she's lost a few feet of freeboard. Her feet were slightly lower in the water, but that wouldnt affect her too much.

Her many secondary guns kept bombarding Halve. The constant stream of 6 inch guns [and somewhat 12 inch guns] was endless. And with that, her rudder shifted right back around, and she went to full power. Her 36 inch guns trained upon Lamia, raising up once more and shrieking out with a shockwave. Said shockwave was powerful enough to threaten Halve's integrity- it was guarenteed that windows would break, but any hull integrity damage is up to her. The 91.4 cm rounds flew right for Lamia. She wanted to sink EVERY abyssal vessel in this sea. No matter the cost.

Of Ships and Girls and Shipgirls - a KanColle-RP (IC)

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