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

[Parcia]

She saw the movement of the guns and stopped. Holding her position, she sent her own message back.

This is the PRNS Adeline, HSD-14, I'm low on fuel, out if torpedoes, and have suffered minor damage from abby depth charges.
She began a small circle pattern to show her non hostility.

[The Selkie]

She saw the movement of the guns and stopped. Holding her position, she sent her own message back.

This is the PRNS Adeline, HSD-14, I'm low on fuel, out if torpedoes, and have suffered minor damage from abby depth charges.
She began a small circle pattern to show her non hostility.

The coastal artillery batteries laid silent, receiving the message.
It really appeared as if the contact was non-hostile, quite on the contrary, an allied vessel, a submarine in need. One, which apparently had forgotten proper manners, but that was not the commander's problem.
He sent back: "Clear to approach, Adeline. Welcome."
Another notification was sent towards the airplanes to retreat back to base. They wouldn't be needed - a damage control team of fairies waited in the submarine pen/dorm, though, ready to receive the newcomer with minor damage, to heal and rest. From there, she would have to proceed directly to the docks, though, if she wanted to get all the saltwater out.

[Sterkistan]

-SNIP-

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia let Sergei guide her to the baths, holding his hand along the way. He was a really nice boy, seeming to completely disregard his own wellbeing when others needed help.
She couldn't bring herself to talk along the way, she'd caused enough trouble already. And when they arrived at the bathhouse, she thanked him with a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks Sergei, you're too nice."
Before walking into the change rooms. Where she took off her dirty, torn clothes and took a shower. Washing off everything, the salt, the soot and the leftover remains of the bomb. She wanted to get rid of it all.

Turning off the shower, Dia wrapped a towel around herself. She was very confident in her figure. Her speed granting her long, slender yet powerful legs. Which she did love to show off.

She entered the bathhouse cautiously, peering around. Before entering and finding one of the single person repair baths. She entered cautiously, unsure of what to expect before taking off her towel and submerging her upper body.

The water felt incredible, like it was bringing her back to life. Which it actually was, as the timer on her repairs flicked to 6:03:15.

She looked at the other girls in the bathhouse, unsure of what to talk about, six hours would go by slowly otherwise.
"Do-uh, do you have any sister ships?" She asked the group, hoping to start a conversation.

[New Antonalia]

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia let Sergei guide her to the baths, holding his hand along the way. He was a really nice boy, seeming to completely disregard his own wellbeing when others needed help.
She couldn't bring herself to talk along the way, she'd caused enough trouble already. And when they arrived at the bathhouse, she thanked him with a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks Sergei, you're too nice."
Before walking into the change rooms. Where she took off her dirty, torn clothes and took a shower. Washing off everything, the salt, the soot and the leftover remains of the bomb. She wanted to get rid of it all.

Turning off the shower, Dia wrapped a towel around herself. She was very confident in her figure. Her speed granting her long, slender yet powerful legs. Which she did love to show off.

She entered the bathhouse cautiously, peering around. Before entering and finding one of the single person repair baths. She entered cautiously, unsure of what to expect before taking off her towel and submerging her upper body.

The water felt incredible, like it was bringing her back to life. Which it actually was, as the timer on her repairs flicked to 6:03:15.

She looked at the other girls in the bathhouse, unsure of what to talk about, six hours would go by slowly otherwise.
"Do-uh, do you have any sister ships?" She asked the group, hoping to start a conversation.

SPN Sergei Malinokov,
Base baths

Sergei blushed a little as the Battleship kissed his cheek. "You're too nice." He said to himself as a stupidly wide grin formed on his face before he realized people were starting to stare. Then, after disappearing into the baths, he stood in the locker room, letting the warm steam sooth his body before entering the bathhouse. Surprisingly, only a few ships were there, but apart from Fyodor, who was burried in some sort of Japanese comic book, he didn't know any other the other ships there. But, right now, he just wanted to relax and think about the kiss from Dia as he sunk into the neck high water.

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Fyodor Volkov,
Base baths

Fyodor sat in the warm waters and smiled, not from the water, but from the Manga he was reading. "Oh, Canada, when will you learn that Amerikatski is nothing but trouble." He said, flipping through the worn pages. From time to time, Fyodor would imagine himself in the manga, budding with Russia to fight Germany before taking over his house. But, he knew it wasn't meant to be. "After all, this is a little like Strike Witches. Except with more dudes." He said, trying to wax poetic to himself.

[Rustyal]

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia let Sergei guide her to the baths, holding his hand along the way. He was a really nice boy, seeming to completely disregard his own wellbeing when others needed help.
She couldn't bring herself to talk along the way, she'd caused enough trouble already. And when they arrived at the bathhouse, she thanked him with a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks Sergei, you're too nice."
Before walking into the change rooms. Where she took off her dirty, torn clothes and took a shower. Washing off everything, the salt, the soot and the leftover remains of the bomb. She wanted to get rid of it all.

Turning off the shower, Dia wrapped a towel around herself. She was very confident in her figure. Her speed granting her long, slender yet powerful legs. Which she did love to show off.

She entered the bathhouse cautiously, peering around. Before entering and finding one of the single person repair baths. She entered cautiously, unsure of what to expect before taking off her towel and submerging her upper body.

The water felt incredible, like it was bringing her back to life. Which it actually was, as the timer on her repairs flicked to 6:03:15.

She looked at the other girls in the bathhouse, unsure of what to talk about, six hours would go by slowly otherwise.
"Do-uh, do you have any sister ships?" She asked the group, hoping to start a conversation.

Catherine was still enjoying her time in the baths, her knees slightly out of the water due to the way she was sitting. She was doing her best to hide her NSFW parts, if one couldn't tell. The battleship sighed, looking down at herself. "I do nyet have sisters. Or brothers. I am called Empress for a reason; There is only one of me." She looked up and over to Dia, still wearing her fluffy ushanka.

[Regria]

Brightbell

As somewhat expected, nobody was in the dorm room. Making sure not to trip over anything, she would trudge back over to her bed, clapping twice before letting out a high whistle. Instantly, all the previous Jazz Band fairies all rocketed out of the pouch whilst clumsily holding their instruments, some almost falling, almost as if they were truly wanting to see her come back in one piece, also seeming ready to move if things got hairy. But upon spotting their beloved ship, all of them would breathe out little sighs of relief, some closing their eyes, and some wiping their brows. The certain fairy with the trumpet and clarinet from earlier would step up, asking Brightbell a question in it's fairy-talk, sounding more like a question, the girl nodding once in response.

"Yeah, yeah I did. Pumped 'em full of lead, I did. They didn't stand a chance-- so stop your worrying, will ya'? I won't go down that easily."

Blinking at one another, these Fairies would nod once, before yet again that certain fairy would speak up, stating that even if she promised that, they wouldn't know where to go, what to do if Brightbell was gone. They wouldn't know how to live without her, and much rather would die along with her, plummeting to the bottom of the sea-- to stay with her until the end. And with that, Brightbell's hardened expression melted, as she frowned, eyes filling with emotions of happiness that they cared that much for her.

"You really mean it, guys...? I... I haven't done much for you, and you don't know what to do if I were to die...? W-Well, that ain't a worry, now. How about this? I bring you guys along with me around the base from now on, and you can choose if you want to tag along or not in actual operations. That sound good to you?"

One could swear all the fairies began cheering in celebration at these words, the fairy with the trumpet and clarinet nodding once in approval. Then, it would suggest something that Brightbell was entirely unprepared for, while smiling in genuine warmheartedness that they were this happy, and that she was this cared for. The fairy would state that Brightbell needed to cool off somehow after the stress of battle, no matter how little the amount may be. And much to her surprise, this fairy told her she should go to the bathhouse and relax, or perhaps eat at the twins' restaurant. Go somewhere? Outside of the dorm room? It almost seemed ludicrous. Brightbell hadn't been out for a long time, only stopping to eat about once a day, and that was about lunchtime. She enjoyed the food-- but enjoyed the jazz more. But now, she would be able to bring it with her. It was like a door opening-- revealing countless hundreds of opportunities to explore. Smiling slightly, the Regrian girl would shrug.

"...I guess it'd be worth a shot."

And with this, she lowered her hand onto the bed, each and every fairy climbing up, to which many would take comfortable seating on several parts of her clothing, some ready to grab in case any turbulence happened. Most just snugly rested in her collar, however.

--Then, a knock.

LNS Coriolanus

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Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|0800 hours

With a sigh, Coriolanus returned her gaze shoreward. She was glad she didn't have to utilize her armaments this time, but taking a glance to the damaged warships of the reinforcement convoy, she figured there were other things that had to be attended to, first.

The battleship made her way to the docks, releasing her rigging and turning towards the bathhouse. It isn't like I took damage or expended any resources; she figured. Then, perhaps it'd be best to avoid the bathhouse for now. Pondering that for a moment, she found her mind drifting the previous engagement, and her thoughts drifted towards Rhiannon. It certainly was a good thing she took command- that battle could have taken a worse turn had it not been for her, but.. They had taken heavy hits during the course of the battle, and losses like that going forward- especially when those ships were primarily supply and reinforcement- would not be good.

She was able to with a slight bit of navigation locate the dorms of the Light Cruisers, where she assumed the cruiser had kept her office. Approaching the door, and with a knock, she announced herself.

"Salve, Rhiannon? Are you in there? May I come in?"

Brightbell would blink towards the door, before slowly heading for it and turning the doorknob, opening it slightly to see who it was. The Regrian herself would likely be unmistakable to anyone who was on base for some time, thanks to her signature bowler hat, white button-up shirt, black bowtie, and brown suspenders. Her fairies snugly settled into her collar, as the girl herself harbored quite a serious expression, almost as if she was bothered.

"Sorry, she isn't here at the moment. What did you want? I was just about to head over to the bathhouse for a bit, but I might be able to help you with whatever you want."

[Sterkistan]

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia felt bad about asking the question now, not realizing some ships disliked not having sisters or brothers. She took a moment to think about what to say.
"I mean, that's not all bad. It means you're one of a kind, you're the best you you can be." She smiled.
Dia paused, hoping to get off the depression train that just rolled into the station.
"What about you Amy, do you have any brother or sister ships?"
Dia splashed some water over her head, preparing to wash her hair. Being the fickle cleanliness lover she was, and the time she still had left. This could be one of the longest hair-washes in history.

[Danceria]

-Ace o' snips-

"Seems fairly straightforward." A lithe, bronzed man with shaggy red hair and an interesting scar across his left eye grinned, giving Finny a wink and a coy twinkle in his eyes. "I'll be sure to win, Commodore's a bit too old to dance with such young lasses."

Some of the sailors "ooh"ed at the challenge, with some notes being in passed around as the betting begun

"But not too old to wipe you on the knees*!" the Commodore retorted. "We'll watch if ya don't mind, and learn ourselves this game. Seems like sab back 'ome..."

There was chatter, complaints that there were far too few women on base (as always), compliments on the drinks and food, and challanges for other competitions such as beer pong, darts, and arm wrestling. The shaggy haired man sat himself down, cross-legged, the coy grin never seeming to leave his face. "But e'en if you win th' dance, I may yet win th' night with her, Commodore." he nodded at one of the Kracians. "Seems she prefers the darker meat."

"Please, Lieutenant Gam." the bespecled man stuttered. "Last time you said those things around the ne-er...darker skinned folk. They darn near broke your teeth in!"

"And I broke their bones 'cross the bar!" The man called Gam hollered in pride. "And I'll always win. If not today, then tomorrow. Now Bart, you stick that nose in the book, and let the men use their brains, brawn, and hopefully their other parts to win this eve!"

Most rolled their eyes, though a few clapped the man on his shoulders. He was cocky, clearly, but it was because he was good, or learned quickly on how to become good. Tonight will be no different. "Though one last question, rather two: Firstly, ya can't bluff, right? It's purely on luck? An' second, will I have the honor of a single dance, or dancing all night?"
The Baths
After being ordered by his commodore to depart the med bay, the blond haired and green eyed man eventually made his way into the bath's locker room, hoping to have a few moments to himself and to relax. Thankfully, most of his men made it out okay, as did most of the convoy's crew. However, it was a close call. He had been out of action for many years, and even during his highlights, fought against cobbled together ships. Finding the locker room for males, he casually stripped down and tied a towel, before entering the bathing room itself.

[Novaya Equestria]

"If you think it's boring, the loss of internet connections, video games, anime, TV series, mangas and so on is what made everything boring. Boring as God knows why." Novaya replied, "And yes, I want something to drink. Unfortunately, with the Abyssals causing trouble, I can't even drink soft drinks. Glad I'm drinking water." He then turned to Chrysantheme, who sat and said, "Rhiannon, has there been any internet connections, anime, TV series, video games, mangas, movies, radios, and books in this base? Novaya's really interested in doing one, even though the Abyssals caused problems that he can't do. Do they still exist?"

My hand reached down to the side of the desk, where a tall drawer was closed from prying eyes by a lock. Producing the key from the 'upper' of my Bróg, I unlocked it and a treasure while the two of them rattled off their forms of entertainment.
"Well, as far as I know, it still all exists, but we don't have an internet connection here and other supplies are mostly more important at the moment... at least that's what I heard the last time I asked. To be quite honest, that has been a whole while ago.", I told them and produced three half-litre bottles with an amber liquid, leaving the whiskey inside. That one was for another opportunity... and when there were no minors around. Regardless, I handled each of them a bottle. "I might not be a softdrink, but apple juice from the Trossach. The finest region of apples in the whole wide world, if you ask me, but I'm biased. We should have a library per dorm, though."
I removed the cork on my bottle with a flick of my hand and bringing 70,000 shp to bear on it, before I turned a bit and leaned back placing my lower legs in my desk... my long lower legs, belonging to a pair of even longer legs, which were brought out perfectly by the position, leaning back in a way, that showed a bit of curve as well, everything in the best possible angle for Novaya.
What can I say in my defense? I'm a Selkie, after all, and wearing Geansai makes everything look sexy, if one knows, what one is doing... and Abhcan has trained us quite well in what we were doing.

6 days prior, 167 miles away

She lay there, in the shadow of the ships above her. Her passive array had painted them all in green. Her tubes were loaded, her angle set, so why didn't she let the fish swim? The fleet above contained A Ri class heavy cruiser, twin Ho class light cruisers, and a squadron of 6 Late model Ro class Destroyers.

She could plug the Heavy cruiser with a pair of fish, and even nab the Lights before they could spin up their screws, due to the whole fleet being stationary for a reason that eluded her. None the less, she was waiting for the chance she needed to fire her fish and get out.

Then it came. The fleet, all at once, began to spin up its screws in preparation to move. Checking her last calculations, she lined up the Ri and fired two torpedoes. She switched to the Light cruisers and fired a single fish each. Without even watching her shots, she dove at her top speed, the sudden sound of her engines was enough to alert the destroyers, although it was too late. The two fish impacted the cruiser, royally fucking her over before she had time to even think of a submarine. The light cruisers each took a fish as well, though they had enough time to glance int heir sister's direction before they two erupted in a plume of water and fire.

350...
400...
450...
500...
550...
600...

She leveled her self out at 610 feet and watched as the depth charges detonated some 300 feet above her. She smiled.


Present day.

She had been tracking the supply fleet for some time, though despite her best speed, she couldn't reach them in time to help. She did, how ever, pick up the radio transmissions of a vary familiar battleship. She arrived shortly after the fleet did, surfacing a mile out and coming in slowly.

As the slow submarine was spotted by a coastal battery, the mighty 305mm guns began to turn. A surfaced submarine would be easy prey for them, no need to worry anyone, the commanding fairy thought, before something odd occured to him: Even Abyssals weren't stupid enough to surface well within the range of the base's coastal artillery.
And so, a morse message was sent: "Unidentified submarine, state your name and intentions or we will take steps."
A pair of submarine hunter aircraft was launched as well, beginning to circle above their heads. If the commander's hunch of this being a ship girl was correct, then they would return to base, but if not... well, there was no shortage of their ammunition.

Sergei pulled Dia close to him, holding her as she cried silently. "It's not your fault. You were in shock, no one will blame you. I don't think I would have fared any better." He said, trying to comfort her, though he didn't know how much help he could be. He had no idea what they encountered, or what the experienced the battle. But the least he could do is try to help her through this rough patch. "Let's get to the docks, and then you can relax in one of the baths." Sergei said, starting to lead her towards the docks again.

I watched Sergei and Dia, holding back especially as Dia seemed to find a new idol and then as she cried into Sergei's chest. He was a good boy, I felt, so there would be no issue...
...I slipped away. That was not a time I wanted to intrude upon, so I left the two of them their private moment. Who knew, maybe this was the start of more then a beautiful friendship? Sometimes I loved being more prophetic then it was good for me.
I went into the dock building, went towards the woman's changing rooms, already seeing, that I wouldn't be alone, so I smiled. The most devestating thing would be being alone in the baths. I undressed and grabbed a towel to cover myself. While not as... other way around, while my fuel tanks were not as large as the of for example the light cruisers, I still had respectable fuel tanks and self-confidence, so I had no issue with going to the bath, using one of the showers near the entrance to get the worst of dirt off of me... lingerings of cordite, caked together with sweat, blood, oil, fluids I didn't want to think about, sea water, salt, sand and all manner of other things.
It was a good feeling scrubbing all of that off, reveiling the tanned soft skin underneath it.
If the other occupants were willing, I would be up for a chat.

One of the Kraician sailor fairies, The Nigerian specifically among the Baylee group, chuckled as he heard a familiar voice prior to the alarm, "Aye, we very much would say the same, lad."

"Yo Ebiye, ye know dem fellow rastas?" The Jamaican sailor fairy from the Whitney group asked with curiosity evident in his voice.

The Nigerian, now clearly named Ebiye, nodded back with his accent clearly evident in his English, "Of course, me, Frankie, and some other mates we're passin' some stunt earlier before that alarm. The stunt fell to pieces when some wind rolled along and utterly blowing us overboard. Ain't that right, Frankie?"

The blonde Caucasian-skinned sailor fairy from earlier emerged from the Baylee group and sighed, knowing that his silence would've spoken for him later, "Aye, and that was utterly more frightening than havin' some bullets come at you. You were lucky some bleedin' blackjack like you, Mason, and Jack hung on until our beloved ship saved us...again."

"Aright, respect. Respect." The Jamaican nodded to cool down the situation before it could get started.

"Aye, quit the squabbling for now." The senior sailor fairy guided in according to the SDF-Army Fairies' offering, "The fellow chaps are allowing us to settle in, so let's come on in."

The combined nineteen (19) Kraician sailor fairies began to take and settle in upon some seats near the SDF-Army Fairies, not to mention that the five (5) African-skinned sailor fairies among the group got some curious yet casual glances from other nearby bystanders for their presence.

"So, ye'll met some of our fellow mates, I see?" The senior sailor fairy questioned nonchalantly upon sitting down, with his dark brown beard and German-Gaelic voice indicating his middle-age appearance, "I am not too astound to find that we chaps made some friends in thy hurry. I can't say I guilt thy poor wee dogling who had to leave so soon, not after that bleedin' alarm."

Arriving late, a small elderly and bearded fairy-man with a formal coat tied around his barrel chested figure, revealing his tank-top and large muscles. In tow were a few of the crew that could still walk (or whose injuries weren't too severe), and the only one who remained unscathed was a bespecled red haired wiry young man, who was currently prattling on about statistics, recovered supplies and personell, something the commodore didn't want to hear at the moment. He frankly wanted a drink, and a stiff one.

Seeing a handfull of sailors having a go at a card game, the elderly man decided to pull up a chair and motion for the bespecled man to fetch some refreshments. "E'en gents." he nodded, "Most o' me boys are up in medward, damned Abbs are a lot worse than wha' we ever faced during th' war." he sighed grimly. "But if ya don't mind dealin' me in, I'm more than happy ta' learn wha'ever game it is ya got."

Naturally, a few of the younger sailors eyed any female fairies, some politely, some less than politely. Other still found their way to the bar to fish out a few paper wads to drown their most recent bout of stress with.

The SDF-Army fairies welcomed the Kraicians in their midst like one would welcome long lost siblings, brothers in arms they were, after all, not separated by rank and country of origin.
Soon, non-alcoholic drinks were ordered, all on the tap of a Major of the SDF-Army, who invited everyone including their new friends, on a round. It was tradition, as he said, for the highest ranking officer in a pub to give his table a round.
The fairy, who had invited them, soon introduced himself as Finnegan, of Finn for short. "I'm the pilot of the crew, that your lassie picked up this morning, before your little stunt and that alarm... Carman Fea have mercy on me, but I never felt worse in my life." His fellow pilots looked at him quizzically. "Sure, I wasn't under fire, but I wasn't with you lot while you were under fire! I was tasked with being an ammunition runner for any returning plane!"
That cleared many things up, moving some of them, even.
"Pish-posh!", the Major said with a grin, "There wasn't much shooting at us! Only a few large birds, that tried to ruin our day! Thankfully, brave vessels as yours took care of them before we came even close. You're from... the Baylee and one of the new submarines, right?"

Just then, as the Dancerian high-ranking officer joined the four card players.
"E'en gents." he greeted, something on the mind, something, that most likely could only be washed away with drink and company, "Most o' me boys are up in medward, damned Abbs are a lot worse than wha' we ever faced during th' war. But if ya don't mind dealin' me in, I'm more than happy ta' learn wha'ever game it is ya got."
The oldest of the quartet nodded.
"Sure, Sir, though we would like to finish this round first.", he said, looking to his nodding companions, "It's a simple game, though, we call it cúig... In English, it'd be 'Taking the Trick' or something. Every player is handed eleven cards, the dealer gets to start by giving a colour, for example heart." He put out a card, a 9 of Hearts. "The other players have to reply with a card of the same colour, hopefully beating it in value." The other three players placed their own card, a seven of hearts, an ace of hearts... and a four of spades. "The card with the highest value wins... although cards not belonging to the chosen colour loose automatically."
The player with the ace of hearts reached out to get the pile of four cards.
"Now...", the ringleader continued, "...the cards are valued as follows: Two up to ten with their number, meaning two is less worth then three and so on, Jack is worth eleven, Queen and King one, Ace is twenty and therefore the highest card." He let a small beat pass. "The person, who won the last round gives the next colour..." A three of spades was placed. "...and wins a point. Who has the most points by the end of the round gets one of these." He nodded to a pile of pieces of a match. "Once they are all in the hands of a player, the one with the most wins... a dance with Finny over there."
At the mentioning of her name, one of the fairies, a blonde who's uniform hugged her body in all the right places, looked over, noticing the adorkable looks on the faces of her four comrades, giggled, which sounded like the sound of a thousand little silver bells, and turned back to her conversation with one of the Kraicians, one of their darker-skinned ones and a compatriot of his.
The ringleader cleared his throat. "You see, there's a price to behold at stake."

Novaya could only blush at Rhiannon's position, while Chrysantheme pouts at it, totally jealous, just as the two grabbed each bottle and slowly drink it. "Thanks for the apple bottle, Rhiannon..." Chrysantheme, still jealous at Rhiannon's position, spoke. "Anyways, is there anything we can do? I can't wait to watch any of those anime, films, listen to stuffs, play video games, and so on! Me and my fairies were preparing to send a message to Nippon Ichi to make another Yomawari game, cuz Yomawari: Midnight Shadows' post-epilogue chapter is a punch to our guts! Can we protest?" Novaya asked. "Me and my fairies wanna join the protest, too!" Chrysantheme joined in.

Meanwhile...
The Open Seas

Two shipgirls, one in a black uniform and the other in a white uniform, were making their trek across the open seas to head towards Sector CN-17, where Novaya and Chrysantheme were located at. "Shiroiyuki, it's best we slow down to conserve more fuel. If we waste them, we won't make it." Shinosaki said to Shiroiyuki, who nodded and replied, "Of course, Shinosaki." Shinosaki turned her attention to her front and murmured, "Novaya, Chrysantheme, we can meet again..."

[Kraicia]

-snip-

The senior sailor fairy nodded in confirmation while introducing the Whitney group to the others, "Aye, me and ten of the fellow chaps here bestead on thy Whitney. She is one of the greatest breakthrough ships in the Holtland (Kraician) Navy, and we mates aren't talking 'bout bigger guns."

"Indeed, because believe or not, chaps..." The other Kraicio-Nigerian sailor fairies added in, "Whitney is outfitted with something called, Bytegrinder. Those of you who are forwildering (familiar) to rimecraft (mathetmatics) and thy sparksmithing (electriaian) business call this kind of workware, the 'Computer'. With this kind of workware, the fellow mates that bestead on board Whitney, like we chaps, have college bildings."

"Mostly, we're all 'educated'." The senior sailor fairy clarified, with the word, 'educated', heavily laced with his native Kraician German-Gaelic accent, "Unlike some of the other chaps who bestead on ships like Baylee, whom had been drafted even with piss poor school grades."

Not surprisingly, some of the sailor fairies from the Baylee group uttered out loud to the Whitney group of sailor fairies:

"Aye, f*** you, mate!"

"Yeah, f*** yuz!"

No outcry was heard from the African-skinned sailor fairies, as it was most of the Caucasian-skinned sailor fairies of the Baylee group that passed secondary school with low grades. Three of the other Caucasian-skinned sailor fairies in the Baylee group also seemed to grunt or shrug at the remark, knowing that this fact was true as much as it was harsh. The Kraician Navy after all needed as many able-bodied sailors to serve all of the nation's naval ships, even if it meant enlisting failing students.

While the senior sailor fairy in the Whitney group bothered not to turn around at the Baylee group, most of the sailor fairies in the Whitney group - including the two African-skinned sailor fairies - verbally retaliated, with one of the Caucasian-skinned sailors even countering back with a mathematical question, "How about ye'll try answering, ( y 4 / y 2 ) 3, and go to endless hours of Forthgoing Reckonlore Flocks (Algebra Classes), and we may say otherwise."

(SORRY GUYS, HAD WRITER'S BLOCK AND AS WELL AS MORE FAMILY AFFAIRS TO TAKE CARE OF)

[Higher Japan]

Harbor

By the time the male ship entered, Kokai was already sitting in one of the single person repair baths as the timer counted to about 4 hours as he sat there, reading a book before looking up towards the new ship. "Hey, welcome to the repair docks. It's small but it helps. If you keep pressing the green button it won't work, the last few repair buckets were used up by Tokai. Either way you're stuck here until we can find more." Meanwhile, Himiko had walked into the female bathroom carrying a box as she walked past the wet floors in high heels. "Due to a lack of repair buckets, you'll be here a while. Take some food to tide you over the inevitable wait."

[Parcia]

Monty.

Awakening in the tub, he glance dup through his groggy eyes and spied his repair timer, 28:12:23.

"Great, got to wait a whole fucking day just to...ughh."A thought popped in to his mind, one he didn't think to have before. He had spied the Russian ship...Katrine? Katrina? He shrugged to him self had he got dressed in a simple white v neck and cargo shorts, his prefered-

He stopped in the mirror, taking the shirt off to reveal the tattoo on his back.

The eagle born by freedom won, yet held in precarious station,
set upon defense and steeled his will to guard and protect his new nation.
So he resolved, defiant of all who would challenge his right to be free,
with a "swift-sailing vessel and ten carriage guns" to hunt the world's oceans and seas.
Born to go into harm's way, come all! Ye hell or high waters be damned!
No lightning, no thunder nor hurricane gale can stand in the face of his wrath.
Be he beneath his enemy's feet or by cloud where their gaze can not go,
when Leviathan rise, every last man shall shake to the core of his soul.

He repeated the words, remembering the war he fought to secure that freedom. He was well known the world over, the Battleship that sank half the Volkstradi navy. That had become sort of the Navy's mantra, that paragraph, and it was tradition for every ship to have the last sentence tailored to its own liking. "Leviathan" was a reference to what the Volkstradi called him, "The Leviathan of Rome."

He had already lived well up to that name, having sunk well over 30 Abbysal ships. Hell, he was genuinely surprised the Wo class carrier didn't recognize him from their little jab at each other.

He brought his focus back to the present, and wandered his way over to the Female baths. Leaning on the paper wall facing away from the doorway, he knocked spoke loud enough to be heard.

"Не видел одного из ваших Илков в течение долгого времени, Не думаю, что у меня появился шанс представиться."
("Haven't seen one of your Ilk in a long time, Dont think I got a chance to introduce myself.") His Russian was rather rusty, not having to use it since...ever.

[The Selkie]

-SNIP-

---

Battleship Diamantina
Baths

---

Dia felt bad about asking the question now, not realizing some ships disliked not having sisters or brothers. She took a moment to think about what to say.
"I mean, that's not all bad. It means you're one of a kind, you're the best you you can be." She smiled.
Dia paused, hoping to get off the depression train that just rolled into the station.
"What about you Amy, do you have any brother or sister ships?"
Dia splashed some water over her head, preparing to wash her hair. Being the fickle cleanliness lover she was, and the time she still had left. This could be one of the longest hair-washes in history.

I smiled as I washed my hair, scrubbing the dirt off my tanned skin. I didn't want to be reminded by anything so fast...
"I have even two. Leaba and Imeall.", I said, a small smile on my lips. "Leaba operates in the area of Wembury together with a squadron of Abhcan's Little Daggers, keeping the area there submarine free with her charges, our part of the sealanes there. She loves those rascals, although I really can understand that... Imeall..." I sighed. "Oh, Imeall... an Ice Queen, when you meet here, never smiling, never satisfied... and her eyes, the purest icy blue." I giggled. "And then you hear her after a few glasses of whiskey - a voice so clear as glass, a singer as you never heard."
I nodded, rinsing my hair again as Himiko, or rather a supply ship, that I would get to know later as Himiko, distributed rations for us to pass the time while we waited for the repairs to be finished. I declined thankfully with a shake of my head - there were others, who needed it more then I did.
"Yep, those are my siblings serving with the SDF-Navy.", I added, "There are a few siblings all around the world, but I hardly know them. What about you?"

-Ace o' snips-

"Seems fairly straightforward." A lithe, bronzed man with shaggy red hair and an interesting scar across his left eye grinned, giving Finny a wink and a coy twinkle in his eyes. "I'll be sure to win, Commodore's a bit too old to dance with such young lasses."

Some of the sailors "ooh"ed at the challenge, with some notes being in passed around as the betting begun

"But not too old to wipe you on the knees*!" the Commodore retorted. "We'll watch if ya don't mind, and learn ourselves this game. Seems like sab back 'ome..."

There was chatter, complaints that there were far too few women on base (as always), compliments on the drinks and food, and challanges for other competitions such as beer pong, darts, and arm wrestling. The shaggy haired man sat himself down, cross-legged, the coy grin never seeming to leave his face. "But e'en if you win th' dance, I may yet win th' night with her, Commodore." he nodded at one of the Kracians. "Seems she prefers the darker meat."

"Please, Lieutenant Gam." the bespecled man stuttered. "Last time you said those things around the ne-er...darker skinned folk. They darn near broke your teeth in!"

"And I broke their bones 'cross the bar!" The man called Gam hollered in pride. "And I'll always win. If not today, then tomorrow. Now Bart, you stick that nose in the book, and let the men use their brains, brawn, and hopefully their other parts to win this eve!"

Most rolled their eyes, though a few clapped the man on his shoulders. He was cocky, clearly, but it was because he was good, or learned quickly on how to become good. Tonight will be no different. "Though one last question, rather two: Firstly, ya can't bluff, right? It's purely on luck? An' second, will I have the honor of a single dance, or dancing all night?"

[...]

"One dance guaranteed, Sir.", the female fairy called over, a smile shining like a thousand suns on her face. "If I like your performance, I might give you a few more."
With that, Finny turned back to her conversation, preferring this hunk of darker meat not because of his skin colour or rumours associated with it, but because he was a nice lad as well (much nicer then the other Dancerian fairies and their remarks), leaving the ringleader to smile adorkable and turn back to the game at hand grinning.
"Yes, you can bluff.", he said and nodded, "I'm allowed to give any card I have, but I have to live with the consequences."
With a smile, he put his jack of the current colour out, only for one of his mates to place an ace on it.
"As said...", he groaned, as his mates laughed, "Live with the consequences..."

-snip-

The senior sailor fairy nodded in confirmation while introducing the Whitney group to the others, "Aye, me and ten of the fellow chaps here bestead on thy Whitney. She is one of the greatest breakthrough ships in the Holtland (Kraician) Navy, and we mates aren't talking 'bout bigger guns."

"Indeed, because believe or not, chaps..." The other Kraicio-Nigerian sailor fairies added in, "Whitney is outfitted with something called, Bytegrinder. Those of you who are forwildering (familiar) to rimecraft (mathetmatics) and thy sparksmithing (electriaian) business call this kind of workware, the 'Computer'. With this kind of workware, the fellow mates that bestead on board Whitney, like we chaps, have college bildings."

"Mostly, we're all 'educated'." The senior sailor fairy clarified, with the word, 'educated', heavily laced with his native Kraician German-Gaelic accent, "Unlike some of the other chaps who bestead on ships like Baylee, whom had been drafted even with piss poor school grades."

Not surprisingly, some of the sailor fairies from the Baylee group uttered out loud to the Whitney group of sailor fairies:

"Aye, f*** you, mate!"

"Yeah, f*** yuz!"

No outcry was heard from the African-skinned sailor fairies, as it was most of the Caucasian-skinned sailor fairies of the Baylee group that passed secondary school with low grades. Three of the other Caucasian-skinned sailor fairies in the Baylee group also seemed to grunt or shrug at the remark, knowing that this fact was true as much as it was harsh. The Kraician Navy after all needed as many able-bodied sailors to serve all of the nation's naval ships, even if it meant enlisting failing students.

While the senior sailor fairy in the Whitney group bothered not to turn around at the Baylee group, most of the sailor fairies in the Whitney group - including the two African-skinned sailor fairies - verbally retaliated, with one of the Caucasian-skinned sailors even countering back with a mathematical question, "How about ye'll try answering, ( y 4 / y 2 ) 3, and go to endless hours of Forthgoing Reckonlore Flocks (Algebra Classes), and we may say otherwise."

(SORRY GUYS, HAD WRITER'S BLOCK AND AS WELL AS MORE FAMILY AFFAIRS TO TAKE CARE OF)

"Maths was never my strong suit.", the Major admitted with a small smile at the ribbing the fairies of the two different vessels were giving each other, "But Maths is what computers are for - at least, that's what I heard. Apparently, they're currently testing a few new fire control computers with Carman Fea as well. SIGINT and such matters are best left to other, less suspicious ships!"
"Or to shore installations.", one of his pilots agreed, before he motioned to his comrades and himself, "We come from a whole lot of different backgrounds, though. When I enlisted, I couldn't even write my own name, I just wanted to fly!"
"And flying you did.", one of his mates agreed, "A flying rocket, that is!" Ooohs and Aaahs came floating his way, making the formerly illiterate fairy blush. "That must have been one hell of a ride!"
"Oh, it was.", he agreed, tapping one of the insignia on his uniform, a silhouette of a person sitting on a rocket, "But worth it. Not many can wear this in good faith!"
"And it gets him all the ladies back home, too.", one of the others, belonging to his crew, groaned, much to the amusement of everyone.
The Major nodded. "That's life, isn't it..."

Novaya could only blush at Rhiannon's position, while Chrysantheme pouts at it, totally jealous, just as the two grabbed each bottle and slowly drink it. "Thanks for the apple bottle, Rhiannon..." Chrysantheme, still jealous at Rhiannon's position, spoke. "Anyways, is there anything we can do? I can't wait to watch any of those anime, films, listen to stuffs, play video games, and so on! Me and my fairies were preparing to send a message to Nippon Ichi to make another Yomawari game, cuz Yomawari: Midnight Shadows' post-epilogue chapter is a punch to our guts! Can we protest?" Novaya asked. "Me and my fairies wanna join the protest, too!" Chrysantheme joined in.

Meanwhile...
The Open Seas

Two shipgirls, one in a black uniform and the other in a white uniform, were making their trek across the open seas to head towards Sector CN-17, where Novaya and Chrysantheme were located at. "Shiroiyuki, it's best we slow down to conserve more fuel. If we waste them, we won't make it." Shinosaki said to Shiroiyuki, who nodded and replied, "Of course, Shinosaki." Shinosaki turned her attention to her front and murmured, "Novaya, Chrysantheme, we can meet again..."

I grinned at Chrysantheme's little pout - one of the advantages of being a cruiser, I guess, and one I intended to use to the fullest. Novaya's blush was also nice.
Abhcan would be pleased to see, that her lessons weren't in vain, quite on the contrary, it seemed. I shifted slightly, showing a bit more leg, toasting at them with my bottle, before I took a sip.
"My pleasure.", I replied and then took a moment, "As for your protest, if you can get a message out to the production company, give me a shout, because I would like to send a few messages as well... as most likely everyone else on this base. Reports, letters to loved ones, requests for certain supply goods and parts. We're a bit stranded out here." I sighed. "Anyway... you can indeed help me, you two."
I let a beat pass as I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil.
"What happened out there today?", I asked, "I know, I was there, but I want to hear your perspectives as well. What went wrong, what didn't and so on."

Out at open sea, the two ship girls were spotted from afar by an Abyssal Maritime Reconnaissance Plane, an ugly thing like most Abyssals which was classed by the Humans as a "Abyssal Reconnaissance Flying Boat", but also a very effective one. With the main force around the Wo-class Carrier out of planes and retreating to a safe location far away from the Abyssal and the two ship girls, being nearly there as well, the options to act against them were not really limited, there still Abyssal Forces in the area, but if they would be interest in acting, that was another question.
He stayed outside of the range of their AA-guns, but he had an eye on them...
...and so had an Airfield Princess not too far away, bidding the Maritime Reconnaissance Plane to remain at his position, keeping watch. Meanwhile, she readied her counter to it.

[Novaya Equestria]

---

Battleship Diamantina
Baths

---

Dia felt bad about asking the question now, not realizing some ships disliked not having sisters or brothers. She took a moment to think about what to say.
"I mean, that's not all bad. It means you're one of a kind, you're the best you you can be." She smiled.
Dia paused, hoping to get off the depression train that just rolled into the station.
"What about you Amy, do you have any brother or sister ships?"
Dia splashed some water over her head, preparing to wash her hair. Being the fickle cleanliness lover she was, and the time she still had left. This could be one of the longest hair-washes in history.

I smiled as I washed my hair, scrubbing the dirt off my tanned skin. I didn't want to be reminded by anything so fast...
"I have even two. Leaba and Imeall.", I said, a small smile on my lips. "Leaba operates in the area of Wembury together with a squadron of Abhcan's Little Daggers, keeping the area there submarine free with her charges, our part of the sealanes there. She loves those rascals, although I really can understand that... Imeall..." I sighed. "Oh, Imeall... an Ice Queen, when you meet here, never smiling, never satisfied... and her eyes, the purest icy blue." I giggled. "And then you hear her after a few glasses of whiskey - a voice so clear as glass, a singer as you never heard."
I nodded, rinsing my hair again as Himiko, or rather a supply ship, that I would get to know later as Himiko, distributed rations for us to pass the time while we waited for the repairs to be finished. I declined thankfully with a shake of my head - there were others, who needed it more then I did.
"Yep, those are my siblings serving with the SDF-Navy.", I added, "There are a few siblings all around the world, but I hardly know them. What about you?"

"Seems fairly straightforward." A lithe, bronzed man with shaggy red hair and an interesting scar across his left eye grinned, giving Finny a wink and a coy twinkle in his eyes. "I'll be sure to win, Commodore's a bit too old to dance with such young lasses."

Some of the sailors "ooh"ed at the challenge, with some notes being in passed around as the betting begun

"But not too old to wipe you on the knees*!" the Commodore retorted. "We'll watch if ya don't mind, and learn ourselves this game. Seems like sab back 'ome..."

There was chatter, complaints that there were far too few women on base (as always), compliments on the drinks and food, and challanges for other competitions such as beer pong, darts, and arm wrestling. The shaggy haired man sat himself down, cross-legged, the coy grin never seeming to leave his face. "But e'en if you win th' dance, I may yet win th' night with her, Commodore." he nodded at one of the Kracians. "Seems she prefers the darker meat."

"Please, Lieutenant Gam." the bespecled man stuttered. "Last time you said those things around the ne-er...darker skinned folk. They darn near broke your teeth in!"

"And I broke their bones 'cross the bar!" The man called Gam hollered in pride. "And I'll always win. If not today, then tomorrow. Now Bart, you stick that nose in the book, and let the men use their brains, brawn, and hopefully their other parts to win this eve!"

Most rolled their eyes, though a few clapped the man on his shoulders. He was cocky, clearly, but it was because he was good, or learned quickly on how to become good. Tonight will be no different. "Though one last question, rather two: Firstly, ya can't bluff, right? It's purely on luck? An' second, will I have the honor of a single dance, or dancing all night?"

[...]

"One dance guaranteed, Sir.", the female fairy called over, a smile shining like a thousand suns on her face. "If I like your performance, I might give you a few more."
With that, Finny turned back to her conversation, preferring this hunk of darker meat not because of his skin colour or rumours associated with it, but because he was a nice lad as well (much nicer then the other Dancerian fairies and their remarks), leaving the ringleader to smile adorkable and turn back to the game at hand grinning.
"Yes, you can bluff.", he said and nodded, "I'm allowed to give any card I have, but I have to live with the consequences."
With a smile, he put his jack of the current colour out, only for one of his mates to place an ace on it.
"As said...", he groaned, as his mates laughed, "Live with the consequences..."

The senior sailor fairy nodded in confirmation while introducing the Whitney group to the others, "Aye, me and ten of the fellow chaps here bestead on thy Whitney. She is one of the greatest breakthrough ships in the Holtland (Kraician) Navy, and we mates aren't talking 'bout bigger guns."

"Indeed, because believe or not, chaps..." The other Kraicio-Nigerian sailor fairies added in, "Whitney is outfitted with something called, Bytegrinder. Those of you who are forwildering (familiar) to rimecraft (mathetmatics) and thy sparksmithing (electriaian) business call this kind of workware, the 'Computer'. With this kind of workware, the fellow mates that bestead on board Whitney, like we chaps, have college bildings."

"Mostly, we're all 'educated'." The senior sailor fairy clarified, with the word, 'educated', heavily laced with his native Kraician German-Gaelic accent, "Unlike some of the other chaps who bestead on ships like Baylee, whom had been drafted even with piss poor school grades."

Not surprisingly, some of the sailor fairies from the Baylee group uttered out loud to the Whitney group of sailor fairies:

"Aye, f*** you, mate!"

"Yeah, f*** yuz!"

No outcry was heard from the African-skinned sailor fairies, as it was most of the Caucasian-skinned sailor fairies of the Baylee group that passed secondary school with low grades. Three of the other Caucasian-skinned sailor fairies in the Baylee group also seemed to grunt or shrug at the remark, knowing that this fact was true as much as it was harsh. The Kraician Navy after all needed as many able-bodied sailors to serve all of the nation's naval ships, even if it meant enlisting failing students.

While the senior sailor fairy in the Whitney group bothered not to turn around at the Baylee group, most of the sailor fairies in the Whitney group - including the two African-skinned sailor fairies - verbally retaliated, with one of the Caucasian-skinned sailors even countering back with a mathematical question, "How about ye'll try answering, ( y 4 / y 2 ) 3, and go to endless hours of Forthgoing Reckonlore Flocks (Algebra Classes), and we may say otherwise."

(SORRY GUYS, HAD WRITER'S BLOCK AND AS WELL AS MORE FAMILY AFFAIRS TO TAKE CARE OF)

"Maths was never my strong suit.", the Major admitted with a small smile at the ribbing the fairies of the two different vessels were giving each other, "But Maths is what computers are for - at least, that's what I heard. Apparently, they're currently testing a few new fire control computers with Carman Fea as well. SIGINT and such matters are best left to other, less suspicious ships!"
"Or to shore installations.", one of his pilots agreed, before he motioned to his comrades and himself, "We come from a whole lot of different backgrounds, though. When I enlisted, I couldn't even write my own name, I just wanted to fly!"
"And flying you did.", one of his mates agreed, "A flying rocket, that is!" Ooohs and Aaahs came floating his way, making the formerly illiterate fairy blush. "That must have been one hell of a ride!"
"Oh, it was.", he agreed, tapping one of the insignia on his uniform, a silhouette of a person sitting on a rocket, "But worth it. Not many can wear this in good faith!"
"And it gets him all the ladies back home, too.", one of the others, belonging to his crew, groaned, much to the amusement of everyone.
The Major nodded. "That's life, isn't it..."

Novaya could only blush at Rhiannon's position, while Chrysantheme pouts at it, totally jealous, just as the two grabbed each bottle and slowly drink it. "Thanks for the apple bottle, Rhiannon..." Chrysantheme, still jealous at Rhiannon's position, spoke. "Anyways, is there anything we can do? I can't wait to watch any of those anime, films, listen to stuffs, play video games, and so on! Me and my fairies were preparing to send a message to Nippon Ichi to make another Yomawari game, cuz Yomawari: Midnight Shadows' post-epilogue chapter is a punch to our guts! Can we protest?" Novaya asked. "Me and my fairies wanna join the protest, too!" Chrysantheme joined in.

Meanwhile...
The Open Seas

Two shipgirls, one in a black uniform and the other in a white uniform, were making their trek across the open seas to head towards Sector CN-17, where Novaya and Chrysantheme were located at. "Shiroiyuki, it's best we slow down to conserve more fuel. If we waste them, we won't make it." Shinosaki said to Shiroiyuki, who nodded and replied, "Of course, Shinosaki." Shinosaki turned her attention to her front and murmured, "Novaya, Chrysantheme, we can meet again..."

I grinned at Chrysantheme's little pout - one of the advantages of being a cruiser, I guess, and one I intended to use to the fullest. Novaya's blush was also nice.
Abhcan would be pleased to see, that her lessons weren't in vain, quite on the contrary, it seemed. I shifted slightly, showing a bit more leg, toasting at them with my bottle, before I took a sip.
"My pleasure.", I replied and then took a moment, "As for your protest, if you can get a message out to the production company, give me a shout, because I would like to send a few messages as well... as most likely everyone else on this base. Reports, letters to loved ones, requests for certain supply goods and parts. We're a bit stranded out here." I sighed. "Anyway... you can indeed help me, you two."
I let a beat pass as I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil.
"What happened out there today?", I asked, "I know, I was there, but I want to hear your perspectives as well. What went wrong, what didn't and so on."

Out at open sea, the two ship girls were spotted from afar by an Abyssal Maritime Reconnaissance Plane, an ugly thing like most Abyssals which was classed by the Humans as a "Abyssal Reconnaissance Flying Boat", but also a very effective one. With the main force around the Wo-class Carrier out of planes and retreating to a safe location far away from the Abyssal and the two ship girls, being nearly there as well, the options to act against them were not really limited, there still Abyssal Forces in the area, but if they would be interest in acting, that was another question.
He stayed outside of the range of their AA-guns, but he had an eye on them...
...and so had an Airfield Princess not too far away, bidding the Maritime Reconnaissance Plane to remain at his position, keeping watch. Meanwhile, she readied her counter to it.

"The reason we want them to make another Yomawari game was because the post epilogue chapter has this very level description, after beating Yomawari: Midnight Shadows, that would punch us in the guts: "I wonder if I'll still remember this summer years from now, when I've moved on and made new friends. What does the future hold for me? I'm scared to go on." This...." Novaya said, shaking, before continuing with, ".... is a huge punch to us all." His tone, however, is that of a really angry one. "Same." Chrysantheme agreed, having the same resentful tone. Unfortunately, his quoting of that post game description would only be loud enough to be heard by the Novayan fairies, particularly the Novayan fairy leaders.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, the Novayan fairy leaders that gathered were chatting while waiting for their food. Suddenly, they stopped chatting as their ears twitched. The unfortunate quoting of the level description by Novaya, even though the three ships are at the Admiralty Building, was only loud enough to be heard by the Novayan fairy leaders. The silence produced soon became something incredibly nasty.... the Novayan fairy leaders suddenly began to argue with each other, yelling at each other. The fairy Admiral was the only one who doesn't join in this charade, and instead, he still sat down and put his fingertips together while his fellow fairy leaders argued, raged, and yelled at each other. However, they're not fighting at each other's throats, they're actually united in the only common thing that made them angry in the first place: they're venting their frustration upon THAT game description.

And by that time, it only vented their anger and frustration even more that it's devolving into some kind of degenerative meeting that has tons of swearing, individuality, zaniness, gamery, Tankery, krogan, culture, Soviet March, Farewell of Slavianka, ragery, ryncol, kohosk, and pyjaks. And ryncol. And krogan (they're yelling like those Krogans). Outside, a group of 17th Amphibious Group fairies were walking when they heard the commotion going on and peeked only to find their leaders raging at each other's throats, while the fairy Admiral sat down and wait, unable to even say a single word or intervene and instead he'll have to get through that because the fairy Admiral was completely overwhelmed by his fellow officers' raging, for his only mission, objective, directive, protocol and goal was to wait for someone to call for security while trying to get out of this mad meeting SANE, and also explain to the security fairies why the meeting turned inside out. "Not again! Call security!" A 17th Amphibious Group panzergrenadier said as a 17AmpGro grenadier sets off the alarm used in any public places in case 99% of the Novayan fairy leaders vented their frustration at that ending of Yomawari. Despite what's going on, they're actually not fighting.

"Call every security fairies about this! We gotta stop them from causing more commotions!" A 17AmpGro marine said as three 17AmpGro volksgrenadiers and two fallschirmjaegers left to get security to calm the whole thing down. As that happened, the peaceful meeting turned loud raging of anger and argument and frustration began to be heard by all in the Naval Base. Once the whole security fairies were called in, or other fairies that might have noticed the whole thing in case said security fairies weren't available, the fairy Admiral will finally explain what's going on to them. "They need to stop raging about that post epilogue thing." An Assault Grenadier Heavy infantry fairy, who was at the entrance alongside three Panzer Grenadier fairies, said. "That's the second time they did that." One of the three Panzer Grenadier fairies said.

Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki
Open Seas

On one of Shinosaki's watchtowers, a pair of Skilled Lookout fairies were busy scanning the whole area when they noticed what appears to be that awful Abyssal maritime reconnaissance plane, hid. "Hey! Is that an Abyssal maritime recon plane watching us!?" One of the lookout fairies asked. The other one, inside her post, yells into the speaker horn, "ENEMY DETECTED! Either get the PTRS 41 AT rifles or ready the Type 3 shell and fire 'em at that freak show of a plane!" Shinosaki then listened to her fairy officer as soon as Shiroiyuki noticed one of the former's lookout fairies appears to be on edge. "Your fairies appears to be on edge." Shiroiyuki said to Shinosaki, who replied with, "Eh? What do you mean?"

Then, Shiroiyuki turned her head only to find the Abyssal maritime recon plane in the sky, the cause of the edge. "Shinosaki! An Abyssal maritime recon plane's watching us!" Shiroiyuki said, causing Shinosaki to turn around and notice the Abyssal maritime recon plane. "I think they know who we are!" Shinosaki replied as three of her fairies loaded their PTRS 41 AT guns, which are anti tank weapons, and fired them at the Abyssal maritime recon plane. Two fairies pulled out their Browning machine guns and aimed at the Abyssal plane, ready to fire.

[The Selkie]

"The reason we want them to make another Yomawari game was because the post epilogue chapter has this very level description, after beating Yomawari: Midnight Shadows, that would punch us in the guts: "I wonder if I'll still remember this summer years from now, when I've moved on and made new friends. What does the future hold for me? I'm scared to go on." This...." Novaya said, shaking, before continuing with, ".... is a huge punch to us all." His tone, however, is that of a really angry one. "Same." Chrysantheme agreed, having the same resentful tone. Unfortunately, his quoting of that post game description would only be loud enough to be heard by the Novayan fairies, particularly the Novayan fairy leaders.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, the Novayan fairy leaders that gathered were chatting while waiting for their food. Suddenly, they stopped chatting as their ears twitched. The unfortunate quoting of the level description by Novaya, even though the three ships are at the Admiralty Building, was only loud enough to be heard by the Novayan fairy leaders. The silence produced soon became something incredibly nasty.... the Novayan fairy leaders suddenly began to argue with each other, yelling at each other. The fairy Admiral was the only one who doesn't join in this charade, and instead, he still sat down and put his fingertips together while his fellow fairy leaders argued, raged, and yelled at each other. However, they're not fighting at each other's throats, they're actually united in the only common thing that made them angry in the first place: they're venting their frustration upon THAT game description.

And by that time, it only vented their anger and frustration even more that it's devolving into some kind of degenerative meeting that has tons of swearing, individuality, zaniness, gamery, Tankery, krogan, culture, Soviet March, Farewell of Slavianka, ragery, ryncol, kohosk, and pyjaks. And ryncol. And krogan (they're yelling like those Krogans). Outside, a group of 17th Amphibious Group fairies were walking when they heard the commotion going on and peeked only to find their leaders raging at each other's throats, while the fairy Admiral sat down and wait, unable to even say a single word or intervene and instead he'll have to get through that because the fairy Admiral was completely overwhelmed by his fellow officers' raging, for his only mission, objective, directive, protocol and goal was to wait for someone to call for security while trying to get out of this mad meeting SANE, and also explain to the security fairies why the meeting turned inside out. "Not again! Call security!" A 17th Amphibious Group panzergrenadier said as a 17AmpGro grenadier sets off the alarm used in any public places in case 99% of the Novayan fairy leaders vented their frustration at that ending of Yomawari. Despite what's going on, they're actually not fighting.

"Call every security fairies about this! We gotta stop them from causing more commotions!" A 17AmpGro marine said as three 17AmpGro volksgrenadiers and two fallschirmjaegers left to get security to calm the whole thing down. As that happened, the peaceful meeting turned loud raging of anger and argument and frustration began to be heard by all in the Naval Base. Once the whole security fairies were called in, or other fairies that might have noticed the whole thing in case said security fairies weren't available, the fairy Admiral will finally explain what's going on to them. "They need to stop raging about that post epilogue thing." An Assault Grenadier Heavy infantry fairy, who was at the entrance alongside three Panzer Grenadier fairies, said. "That's the second time they did that." One of the three Panzer Grenadier fairies said.

Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki
Open Seas

On one of Shinosaki's watchtowers, a pair of Skilled Lookout fairies were busy scanning the whole area when they noticed what appears to be that awful Abyssal maritime reconnaissance plane, hid. "Hey! Is that an Abyssal maritime recon plane watching us!?" One of the lookout fairies asked. The other one, inside her post, yells into the speaker horn, "ENEMY DETECTED! Either get the PTRS 41 AT rifles or ready the Type 3 shell and fire 'em at that freak show of a plane!" Shinosaki then listened to her fairy officer as soon as Shiroiyuki noticed one of the former's lookout fairies appears to be on edge. "Your fairies appears to be on edge." Shiroiyuki said to Shinosaki, who replied with, "Eh? What do you mean?"

Then, Shiroiyuki turned her head only to find the Abyssal maritime recon plane in the sky, the cause of the edge. "Shinosaki! An Abyssal maritime recon plane's watching us!" Shiroiyuki said, causing Shinosaki to turn around and notice the Abyssal maritime recon plane. "I think they know who we are!" Shinosaki replied as three of her fairies loaded their PTRS 41 AT guns, which are anti tank weapons, and fired them at the Abyssal maritime recon plane. Two fairies pulled out their Browning machine guns and aimed at the Abyssal plane, ready to fire.

I was unaware of the commotion in the fairy-part of the restaurant, and to be quite honest, the reprimand for that was not my job, but I looked at both Chrysantheme and Novaya blankly.
I blinked once, then twice.
To be quite honest, I had no ruddy clue about what they were talking about. Video Games apparently were a thing, but I wasn't a fan of it. Sure, I did play a bit of it in rare moments of spare time I had at other bases, but mostly text based RPGs and turn-based strategy games, but that didn't really translate well into what those two were complaining about.
"I... see...?", I said after a moment of silence. "As soon as the communication lanes are opened again, we can take care of that, but until then..." I shrugged. "We'll be a bit cut off. Who knows, by the time we get back onto the net, there might already be a new game of that series." I grinned at them. "To be quite honest, I wait for the next entry in my favourite series as well, but we won't be able to do something for now."
I smiled a bit and I was sure, that my eyes twinkled a bit.

The greatest advantage of being out of range was, that one was indeed out of range.
Zooming in, the Abyssal Reconnaissance Flying Boat, henceforth called Bob, saw, that the two ships were readying their AA-armament, none of which could reach out to touch him... but an attack run, Bob knew, would be a bit more problematic, as they had to get up close and personal to succeed.
As the AT-gun's shots harmlessly fell into the water far below and far away from the observer, the intelligence of such a move being beyong him, he further identified: Heavy machine guns, heavy guns, which might be able to reach him, a few other, smaller guns for AA-work... it would be quite a hailstorm for the attack run, if one would be sent their way.
He edged further out, as Bob was not suicidal and he could quite easily make out the ship girls regardless... and while he did so, his Airfield Princess launched an attack wave. They would take a bit to arrive, but when they did... Bob warned them about the AA-measures being taken.

Air Contingent Delta-71 (Abyssal Designation)

12th Fighter Squadron: 12 Abyssal Fighter Mk.II, three flights.
22nd Fighter Squadron: 12 Abyssal Fighter Mk.II, three flights.
6th Torpedo Bomber Squadron: 16 Abyssal Torpedo Bombers, four flights.

Furthermore:

Abyssal Reconnaissance Flying Boat Bob, near the targets and observing.

No naval forces deployed.

[Sterkistan]

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia listened to the answer while rubbing shampoo thoroughly through her hair, stopping occasionally to scrub her skin clean. Then the supply ship carrying food for the ships in repair came inside. Dia smiled and graciously accepted some food, finishing it like it was the first thing she'd ever eaten.
Diamantina turned back to Amy, listening to her question before answering, "I have three sister ships, Ferellia, Whona, and Virandi, and if the Sterkian Navy had their way I'd have two more." She chuckled.
"Where to even start." She pondered, "Ferellia, she's very mature. Last I'd heard she was stationed in another sector, escorting carriers and supply ships through Abyssal waters."
She paused briefly to sort out a knot in her hair caused by her scrubbing, "Whona is more energetic then you could imagine, she never stops. She's also been deployed to fight the Abyssals, and she's doing bombardment last time we spoke. However she's very untidy and lacks grace in her presentation." Dia grimaced upon mentioning these qualities, obviously something of a vendetta between the two.
"Virandi is still in Sterkistan, unfortunately embroiled in a war with some rebel group there. Despite the abyssals appearing, some nations still have scores to settle. She's doing well, surprising considering her situation. Killing abyssals is one thing, but having to fire on people is something else. The last declassified report I saw had plans to decommission her due to mental strain, and the near closure of the war."
She stopped for a bit longer this time, alternating between rubbing shampoo through her hair (still) and scanning her body for grime, quickly scrubbing it away.
"What do you normally do during the repair time? Next time I may want to bring some books or such to read." She asked both the ships.

[Higher Japan]

Kokai, air patrol

As the 777th air wing flew over the general area of the base, they began to slowly trail a small trail of smoke before coming almost face to face with a wave of abyssal bombers of all sorts. Immediately flying around and going back towards Kokai, she received them just as they landed and immediately received news of the group of abyssal planes coming towards the general direction of the two coming destroyers. Immediately, she radioed the light cruiser in charge along with nearby ships that the two destroyers en route were being faced by an abyssal attack wave and that she would take action herself.

Once ready, she quickly went to launching speed as she sent off a wave of Reppu fighters along with some Suisei bombers behind just in case they needed it. Soon enough, she would meet up with the two destroyers and from there only fate would write the time of their deaths. Soon enough, she came within range of them with her guns. Ignoring the destroyers, she immediately began evasive maneuvers early as her 10 cm guns fired off flak while the fighters began intercepting them.

[Novaya Equestria]

"The reason we want them to make another Yomawari game was because the post epilogue chapter has this very level description, after beating Yomawari: Midnight Shadows, that would punch us in the guts: "I wonder if I'll still remember this summer years from now, when I've moved on and made new friends. What does the future hold for me? I'm scared to go on." This...." Novaya said, shaking, before continuing with, ".... is a huge punch to us all." His tone, however, is that of a really angry one. "Same." Chrysantheme agreed, having the same resentful tone. Unfortunately, his quoting of that post game description would only be loud enough to be heard by the Novayan fairies, particularly the Novayan fairy leaders.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, the Novayan fairy leaders that gathered were chatting while waiting for their food. Suddenly, they stopped chatting as their ears twitched. The unfortunate quoting of the level description by Novaya, even though the three ships are at the Admiralty Building, was only loud enough to be heard by the Novayan fairy leaders. The silence produced soon became something incredibly nasty.... the Novayan fairy leaders suddenly began to argue with each other, yelling at each other. The fairy Admiral was the only one who doesn't join in this charade, and instead, he still sat down and put his fingertips together while his fellow fairy leaders argued, raged, and yelled at each other. However, they're not fighting at each other's throats, they're actually united in the only common thing that made them angry in the first place: they're venting their frustration upon THAT game description.

And by that time, it only vented their anger and frustration even more that it's devolving into some kind of degenerative meeting that has tons of swearing, individuality, zaniness, gamery, Tankery, krogan, culture, Soviet March, Farewell of Slavianka, ragery, ryncol, kohosk, and pyjaks. And ryncol. And krogan (they're yelling like those Krogans). Outside, a group of 17th Amphibious Group fairies were walking when they heard the commotion going on and peeked only to find their leaders raging at each other's throats, while the fairy Admiral sat down and wait, unable to even say a single word or intervene and instead he'll have to get through that because the fairy Admiral was completely overwhelmed by his fellow officers' raging, for his only mission, objective, directive, protocol and goal was to wait for someone to call for security while trying to get out of this mad meeting SANE, and also explain to the security fairies why the meeting turned inside out. "Not again! Call security!" A 17th Amphibious Group panzergrenadier said as a 17AmpGro grenadier sets off the alarm used in any public places in case 99% of the Novayan fairy leaders vented their frustration at that ending of Yomawari. Despite what's going on, they're actually not fighting.

"Call every security fairies about this! We gotta stop them from causing more commotions!" A 17AmpGro marine said as three 17AmpGro volksgrenadiers and two fallschirmjaegers left to get security to calm the whole thing down. As that happened, the peaceful meeting turned loud raging of anger and argument and frustration began to be heard by all in the Naval Base. Once the whole security fairies were called in, or other fairies that might have noticed the whole thing in case said security fairies weren't available, the fairy Admiral will finally explain what's going on to them. "They need to stop raging about that post epilogue thing." An Assault Grenadier Heavy infantry fairy, who was at the entrance alongside three Panzer Grenadier fairies, said. "That's the second time they did that." One of the three Panzer Grenadier fairies said.

Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki
Open Seas

On one of Shinosaki's watchtowers, a pair of Skilled Lookout fairies were busy scanning the whole area when they noticed what appears to be that awful Abyssal maritime reconnaissance plane, hid. "Hey! Is that an Abyssal maritime recon plane watching us!?" One of the lookout fairies asked. The other one, inside her post, yells into the speaker horn, "ENEMY DETECTED! Either get the PTRS 41 AT rifles or ready the Type 3 shell and fire 'em at that freak show of a plane!" Shinosaki then listened to her fairy officer as soon as Shiroiyuki noticed one of the former's lookout fairies appears to be on edge. "Your fairies appears to be on edge." Shiroiyuki said to Shinosaki, who replied with, "Eh? What do you mean?"

Then, Shiroiyuki turned her head only to find the Abyssal maritime recon plane in the sky, the cause of the edge. "Shinosaki! An Abyssal maritime recon plane's watching us!" Shiroiyuki said, causing Shinosaki to turn around and notice the Abyssal maritime recon plane. "I think they know who we are!" Shinosaki replied as three of her fairies loaded their PTRS 41 AT guns, which are anti tank weapons, and fired them at the Abyssal maritime recon plane. Two fairies pulled out their Browning machine guns and aimed at the Abyssal plane, ready to fire.

I was unaware of the commotion in the fairy-part of the restaurant, and to be quite honest, the reprimand for that was not my job, but I looked at both Chrysantheme and Novaya blankly.
I blinked once, then twice.
To be quite honest, I had no ruddy clue about what they were talking about. Video Games apparently were a thing, but I wasn't a fan of it. Sure, I did play a bit of it in rare moments of spare time I had at other bases, but mostly text based RPGs and turn-based strategy games, but that didn't really translate well into what those two were complaining about.
"I... see...?", I said after a moment of silence. "As soon as the communication lanes are opened again, we can take care of that, but until then..." I shrugged. "We'll be a bit cut off. Who knows, by the time we get back onto the net, there might already be a new game of that series." I grinned at them. "To be quite honest, I wait for the next entry in my favourite series as well, but we won't be able to do something for now."
I smiled a bit and I was sure, that my eyes twinkled a bit.

The greatest advantage of being out of range was, that one was indeed out of range.
Zooming in, the Abyssal Reconnaissance Flying Boat, henceforth called Bob, saw, that the two ships were readying their AA-armament, none of which could reach out to touch him... but an attack run, Bob knew, would be a bit more problematic, as they had to get up close and personal to succeed.
As the AT-gun's shots harmlessly fell into the water far below and far away from the observer, the intelligence of such a move being beyong him, he further identified: Heavy machine guns, heavy guns, which might be able to reach him, a few other, smaller guns for AA-work... it would be quite a hailstorm for the attack run, if one would be sent their way.
He edged further out, as Bob was not suicidal and he could quite easily make out the ship girls regardless... and while he did so, his Airfield Princess launched an attack wave. They would take a bit to arrive, but when they did... Bob warned them about the AA-measures being taken.

Air Contingent Delta-71 (Abyssal Designation)

12th Fighter Squadron: 12 Abyssal Fighter Mk.II, three flights.
22nd Fighter Squadron: 12 Abyssal Fighter Mk.II, three flights.
6th Torpedo Bomber Squadron: 16 Abyssal Torpedo Bombers, four flights.

Furthermore:

Abyssal Reconnaissance Flying Boat Bob, near the targets and observing.

No naval forces deployed.

"Thanks, Rhiannon. I can't wait to demand Nippon Ichi to make another Yomawari game or, if it's for our fairies, make another ending where Yui and Haru will move together." Chrysantheme chirped happily, Novaya agreed. "True. I can't wait to demand both, cuz every time I read that description, I felt like it's a huge punch to my stomach." Novaya added. "It's really heartbreaking to read that, because it reminded Novaya and I of how we asked ourselves if we wonder we'll still remember our past with Shiroiyuki and Shinosaki a few weeks, months or years before we moved on to make friends here, and it reminds us how we're scared to go on, but we only did that because of our role, separating us from those two." Chrysantheme interjected as both shivered at that.

"NOVAYA! CHRYSANTHEME! RHIANNON!" The same panzergrenadier fairy who helped them find Rhiannon came in, huffing and puffing from all the running. "The.... the.... the Novayan fairy leaders' at it again! They're arguing, raging, screaming, yelling, debating, and exchanging at each other's throats! Except for that fairy Admiral, because he's too overwhelmed." The panzergrenadier fairy said, much to the ire of both ships. "Thanks for that, fairy. We'll talk them out of it. Stay here and go help Rhiannon." Novaya ordered as the two ships left. The panzergrenadier fairy, equipped with a jetpack, flew towards Rhiannon and lands on the desk and asked, "What just happened here?"

"Our PTRS 41 rifles aren't able to reach it!" One of the fairies said. "Then fire those machine guns and heavy machine guns!" A machine gun wielding fairy said as he and the few fairies fired their machine guns in short controlled burst at the Abyssal maritime recon plane, whom they called Bob. "Don't hit the cockpit! We'll need to clip its wings! In fact, shoot down the plane!" The fairy said as he fires his Browning machine gun at Bob. As this happened, one of the lookout fairies called out to her comrades of preparing their AA weapons if Bob called his air friends. Shinosaki, with advice from her fairy Captain, ordered the loading of Type 3 shells into the cannons while Shiroiyuki has her fairies ready the AA guns, their PPSh 41s, their PTRS 41 rifles, and their Browning machine guns.

Like Shiroiyuki's fairies, Shinosaki's fairies helped out in preparing the PPSh 41s, the Browning machine guns, and the PTRS 41 rifles. This will be a long fight for the two of them, and they're ready for anything that might struck them. Then, Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki saw Kokai firing her 10cm guns at what appears to be Abyssal fighters and torpedo bombers. "Are those... enemies or allies!?" Shiroiyuki asked. "I... I don't know..." Shinosaki replied.

[The Selkie]

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia listened to the answer while rubbing shampoo thoroughly through her hair, stopping occasionally to scrub her skin clean. Then the supply ship carrying food for the ships in repair came inside. Dia smiled and graciously accepted some food, finishing it like it was the first thing she'd ever eaten.
Diamantina turned back to Amy, listening to her question before answering, "I have three sister ships, Ferellia, Whona, and Virandi, and if the Sterkian Navy had their way I'd have two more." She chuckled.
"Where to even start." She pondered, "Ferellia, she's very mature. Last I'd heard she was stationed in another sector, escorting carriers and supply ships through Abyssal waters."
She paused briefly to sort out a knot in her hair caused by her scrubbing, "Whona is more energetic then you could imagine, she never stops. She's also been deployed to fight the Abyssals, and she's doing bombardment last time we spoke. However she's very untidy and lacks grace in her presentation." Dia grimaced upon mentioning these qualities, obviously something of a vendetta between the two.
"Virandi is still in Sterkistan, unfortunately embroiled in a war with some rebel group there. Despite the abyssals appearing, some nations still have scores to settle. She's doing well, surprising considering her situation. Killing abyssals is one thing, but having to fire on people is something else. The last declassified report I saw had plans to decommission her due to mental strain, and the near closure of the war."
She stopped for a bit longer this time, alternating between rubbing shampoo through her hair (still) and scanning her body for grime, quickly scrubbing it away.
"What do you normally do during the repair time? Next time I may want to bring some books or such to read." She asked both the ships.

I smiled as Dia told of her sisters.
"They sound like good sisters.", I said with a nod, nodding and enjoying the water for but a moment, before I turned it off, standing there for a moment, dripping water from by body. It gave me a moment to breathe, slowly, steadily, enjoying the feeling... it was cold, standing uncovered and wet, despite the steam wafting in the large room. A feeling a shipgirl didn't have very often. "As for what to do during long repair times... reading is an option, sure, but paper doesn't like water, so that is a bit limited. I usually get myself a good hand full of sleep or chat with my fairies. There are a lot of women amongst them, so I have conversation partners."
With that, I left the shower area and lowered myself into the general relaxation pool. The few scratches I had could heal just as well like that.

Kokai, air patrol

As the 777th air wing flew over the general area of the base, they began to slowly trail a small trail of smoke before coming almost face to face with a wave of abyssal bombers of all sorts. Immediately flying around and going back towards Kokai, she received them just as they landed and immediately received news of the group of abyssal planes coming towards the general direction of the two coming destroyers. Immediately, she radioed the light cruiser in charge along with nearby ships that the two destroyers en route were being faced by an abyssal attack wave and that she would take action herself.

Once ready, she quickly went to launching speed as she sent off a wave of Reppu fighters along with some Suisei bombers behind just in case they needed it. Soon enough, she would meet up with the two destroyers and from there only fate would write the time of their deaths. Soon enough, she came within range of them with her guns. Ignoring the destroyers, she immediately began evasive maneuvers early as her 10 cm guns fired off flak while the fighters began intercepting them.

"Thanks, Rhiannon. I can't wait to demand Nippon Ichi to make another Yomawari game or, if it's for our fairies, make another ending where Yui and Haru will move together." Chrysantheme chirped happily, Novaya agreed. "True. I can't wait to demand both, cuz every time I read that description, I felt like it's a huge punch to my stomach." Novaya added. "It's really heartbreaking to read that, because it reminded Novaya and I of how we asked ourselves if we wonder we'll still remember our past with Shiroiyuki and Shinosaki a few weeks, months or years before we moved on to make friends here, and it reminds us how we're scared to go on, but we only did that because of our role, separating us from those two." Chrysantheme interjected as both shivered at that.

"NOVAYA! CHRYSANTHEME! RHIANNON!" The same panzergrenadier fairy who helped them find Rhiannon came in, huffing and puffing from all the running. "The.... the.... the Novayan fairy leaders' at it again! They're arguing, raging, screaming, yelling, debating, and exchanging at each other's throats! Except for that fairy Admiral, because he's too overwhelmed." The panzergrenadier fairy said, much to the ire of both ships. "Thanks for that, fairy. We'll talk them out of it. Stay here and go help Rhiannon." Novaya ordered as the two ships left. The panzergrenadier fairy, equipped with a jetpack, flew towards Rhiannon and lands on the desk and asked, "What just happened here?"

"Our PTRS 41 rifles aren't able to reach it!" One of the fairies said. "Then fire those machine guns and heavy machine guns!" A machine gun wielding fairy said as he and the few fairies fired their machine guns in short controlled burst at the Abyssal maritime recon plane, whom they called Bob. "Don't hit the cockpit! We'll need to clip its wings! In fact, shoot down the plane!" The fairy said as he fires his Browning machine gun at Bob. As this happened, one of the lookout fairies called out to her comrades of preparing their AA weapons if Bob called his air friends. Shinosaki, with advice from her fairy Captain, ordered the loading of Type 3 shells into the cannons while Shiroiyuki has her fairies ready the AA guns, their PPSh 41s, their PTRS 41 rifles, and their Browning machine guns.

Like Shiroiyuki's fairies, Shinosaki's fairies helped out in preparing the PPSh 41s, the Browning machine guns, and the PTRS 41 rifles. This will be a long fight for the two of them, and they're ready for anything that might struck them. Then, Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki saw Kokai firing her 10cm guns at what appears to be Abyssal fighters and torpedo bombers. "Are those... enemies or allies!?" Shiroiyuki asked. "I... I don't know..." Shinosaki replied.

As Kokai's planes were spotted by the Abyssals, one of the Squadron Leaders smirked and turned lazily towards the Reppus, leaving one fighter squadron with the torpedo bombers. Their mission was to kill the fairy-piloted holes in their rear ends as much as they most likely had the same mission.
The two kinds of fighters were not exactly equivalent, in fact, the Abyssals had the disadvantage, but they more then made it up with fighting spirits.
Unbeknowst to any of them, the messages from Kokai to command of the base were delayed, so that for now, the carriers' aeroplanes and the carrier herself would be alone. The reason was, that during the last sortie, Rhiannon's radio equipment had been damaged and while the radio transceiver of the base got the message, listening in, the fairies in charge of the whole thing were stumped - another action, so soon? A motorcyclist was dispatched with the message to the cruiser in charge, she would know, what to do.
Meanwhile, Bob was indeed hit, once or twice, but by the time the bullets reached him, they had too little energy to actually hurt him. He stayed in place and observed as the strike force hit above a light cloud cover, inching closer to the careless cruiser and destroyer. Now, the great advantage of the Mark II Fighter was, that it looked almost like a torpedo bomber...

I nodded. "Well, there goes my company...", I bemoaned and looked at the fairy. "Nice jetpack, though. Homemade?"
I took my typewriter again, placing myself at the desk properly (no need to give a fairy a little view of paradise, I reasoned with a grin) again, and began to type my AAR, fluidly and without stress, but with a bitter expression at it. My apple juice stood at my side and was occassionally taken for a sip while I worked, conversing with the fairy.

[Parcia]

Adeline has glided in to port, coasting on her engine power as she came in for a soft dock. She didn't have much to fix, a few dents and a bent radar antenna were the most of it.

She was out in the open when the recon plane made its presence known. Looking up, she grimaced and sighted the bird as it flew over, likely trying to recon the base. Turning her 30mm guns on it, she fired.

[Higher Japan]

Kokai

"Tch, get me the optics." She shouted as her pupil suddenly had a ring in it, turning about for a while and eyeing the planes before finding the group with the torpedoes. "All planes, target the torpedo bombers, the fighters are the outer cover. Ryuusei squadrons! Get ready for launch." She shouted, sending out another small squadron as the Reppus moved in to destroy the planes, climbing up to a higher altitude before diving down and spinning to avoid fire as much as possible. "Damn it we'll never make it, get a Suisei up towards the base now!" She ordered her fairies as a sole bomber sped off back to the base. Once there, it sent news that their carrier had engaged an abyssal air group and that back up was required.

[Sterkistan]

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia glanced around the baths, they were relatively small but cozy enough to fit a number of shipgirls. "I never actually see my sisters much recently. Deployments get in the road, especially since SRN Command needed us everywhere at once. But they are very god sisters. And I get along well with my fairies, but we never really talk much, it's more of a discipline thing on their part. They just do what they do, I do the same. I couldn't ask for a better crew though."
She thought about the time she'd spent with her sisters, how much she now treasured the experiences they'd shared.
Dia needed another topic to break the ice, "So, outside of your repair time. What do you normally do between sorties?"

[The Selkie]

Kokai

"Tch, get me the optics." She shouted as her pupil suddenly had a ring in it, turning about for a while and eyeing the planes before finding the group with the torpedoes. "All planes, target the torpedo bombers, the fighters are the outer cover. Ryuusei squadrons! Get ready for launch." She shouted, sending out another small squadron as the Reppus moved in to destroy the planes, climbing up to a higher altitude before diving down and spinning to avoid fire as much as possible. "Damn it we'll never make it, get a Suisei up towards the base now!" She ordered her fairies as a sole bomber sped off back to the base. Once there, it sent news that their carrier had engaged an abyssal air group and that back up was required.

The Abyssals were not easily fooled - as soon as the second wave of fighters was spotted, the bombers spread out, minimizing the damage the attack did. Regardless, of the sixteen bombers, only fourteen were left and of those, at least five were in various states of falling apart.
It was still a good amount for a torpedo attack.
And as the second fighter squadron broke off to ruin the Reppu's day, as the fighters were now below them, the Abyssals now held an advantage, the torpedo bombers hid in a cloud, hidden from view, but relying on Bob for reconnaissance information. He, on the other hand, would be a far easier and more important target.
Their Princess, meanwhile, readied a second attack wave, same composition as before, but launched a wave of Bob's brothers with orders to stay out of the range of the naval base's AA-guns - these aircraft were supposed to come from somewhere and if she would have to bet, the most likely candidate was the airfield her enemies had on base, but if it was a carrier, she wanted to know, where it was, what the carrier had and how she could go about sending it back to the bottom of the ocean.
She refrained from immature attachments of insults and slurs onto her enemy. She was an Airfield Princess, she had class.

At the base, the second message was received more clearly - and again, the sirens wailed to alert everyone of an alert. Around the same time, I received the first via courier, my eyes widening.
My radio equipment was broken, I was nearly useless for such an engagement, so, as I stormed out of my office, the dispatch rider, his motorcycle and the Novayan soldier fairy cradled in my arms, close to my fuel tanks, I ran towards the plotting room, where I would have a chance to direct the battle.
I read their report, too - apparently, there were currently fighters being scrambled. The last coordinates of the engagement were close to the operational edge of the D-11 fighters, but definately inside of it as far as the MB-05 Fighterbombers were concerned.
They would be there at the earliest of them all, I thought, as I took the microphone of the PA-System: "All hands, general quarters. A pair of friendly vessels is under air attack close to our position. Fighters are scrambling. All vessels above 30 knots are to move quickly to their last known position and to provide escorts. Coordinates are as follows..."
While I rattled them off, I knew, that I would tear Kokai a new one - she was out there, apparently without escort, without anyone knowing, that she was there, gallivanting off. That was beyond dangerous, that was simply stupid.
Once more, we needed a flagship.

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia glanced around the baths, they were relatively small but cozy enough to fit a number of shipgirls. "I never actually see my sisters much recently. Deployments get in the road, especially since SRN Command needed us everywhere at once. But they are very god sisters. And I get along well with my fairies, but we never really talk much, it's more of a discipline thing on their part. They just do what they do, I do the same. I couldn't ask for a better crew though."
She thought about the time she'd spent with her sisters, how much she now treasured the experiences they'd shared.
Dia needed another topic to break the ice, "So, outside of your repair time. What do you normally do between sorties?"

"I love to tinker.", it tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Uh, I mean... I tinker a lot. Not as in building new equipment or something, but little mechanical toys." I blushed. It was so stereotypical for support vessels to harbour such hobbies, deep within them, but... "I also like to dance. Swing, Jazz, reels, jigs... you name it, if it is lively, I can dance it and look good while doing so."
Now that was stereotypical for Selkie, who we called ourselves People of Song and Dance.
"What do you do with your spare time?", I asked.

[Novaya Equestria]

I nodded. "Well, there goes my company...", I bemoaned and looked at the fairy. "Nice jetpack, though. Homemade?"
I took my typewriter again, placing myself at the desk properly (no need to give a fairy a little view of paradise, I reasoned with a grin) again, and began to type my AAR, fluidly and without stress, but with a bitter expression at it. My apple juice stood at my side and was occassionally taken for a sip while I worked, conversing with the fairy.

Kokai

"Tch, get me the optics." She shouted as her pupil suddenly had a ring in it, turning about for a while and eyeing the planes before finding the group with the torpedoes. "All planes, target the torpedo bombers, the fighters are the outer cover. Ryuusei squadrons! Get ready for launch." She shouted, sending out another small squadron as the Reppus moved in to destroy the planes, climbing up to a higher altitude before diving down and spinning to avoid fire as much as possible. "Damn it we'll never make it, get a Suisei up towards the base now!" She ordered her fairies as a sole bomber sped off back to the base. Once there, it sent news that their carrier had engaged an abyssal air group and that back up was required.

The Abyssals were not easily fooled - as soon as the second wave of fighters was spotted, the bombers spread out, minimizing the damage the attack did. Regardless, of the sixteen bombers, only fourteen were left and of those, at least five were in various states of falling apart.
It was still a good amount for a torpedo attack.
And as the second fighter squadron broke off to ruin the Reppu's day, as the fighters were now below them, the Abyssals now held an advantage, the torpedo bombers hid in a cloud, hidden from view, but relying on Bob for reconnaissance information. He, on the other hand, would be a far easier and more important target.
Their Princess, meanwhile, readied a second attack wave, same composition as before, but launched a wave of Bob's brothers with orders to stay out of the range of the naval base's AA-guns - these aircraft were supposed to come from somewhere and if she would have to bet, the most likely candidate was the airfield her enemies had on base, but if it was a carrier, she wanted to know, where it was, what the carrier had and how she could go about sending it back to the bottom of the ocean.
She refrained from immature attachments of insults and slurs onto her enemy. She was an Airfield Princess, she had class.

At the base, the second message was received more clearly - and again, the sirens wailed to alert everyone of an alert. Around the same time, I received the first via courier, my eyes widening.
My radio equipment was broken, I was nearly useless for such an engagement, so, as I stormed out of my office, the dispatch rider, his motorcycle and the Novayan soldier fairy cradled in my arms, close to my fuel tanks, I ran towards the plotting room, where I would have a chance to direct the battle.
I read their report, too - apparently, there were currently fighters being scrambled. The last coordinates of the engagement were close to the operational edge of the D-11 fighters, but definately inside of it as far as the MB-05 Fighterbombers were concerned.
They would be there at the earliest of them all, I thought, as I took the microphone of the PA-System: "All hands, general quarters. A pair of friendly vessels is under air attack close to our position. Fighters are scrambling. All vessels above 30 knots are to move quickly to their last known position and to provide escorts. Coordinates are as follows..."
While I rattled them off, I knew, that I would tear Kokai a new one - she was out there, apparently without escort, without anyone knowing, that she was there, gallivanting off. That was beyond dangerous, that was simply stupid.
Once more, we needed a flagship.

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia glanced around the baths, they were relatively small but cozy enough to fit a number of shipgirls. "I never actually see my sisters much recently. Deployments get in the road, especially since SRN Command needed us everywhere at once. But they are very god sisters. And I get along well with my fairies, but we never really talk much, it's more of a discipline thing on their part. They just do what they do, I do the same. I couldn't ask for a better crew though."
She thought about the time she'd spent with her sisters, how much she now treasured the experiences they'd shared.
Dia needed another topic to break the ice, "So, outside of your repair time. What do you normally do between sorties?"

"I love to tinker.", it tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Uh, I mean... I tinker a lot. Not as in building new equipment or something, but little mechanical toys." I blushed. It was so stereotypical for support vessels to harbour such hobbies, deep within them, but... "I also like to dance. Swing, Jazz, reels, jigs... you name it, if it is lively, I can dance it and look good while doing so."
Now that was stereotypical for Selkie, who we called ourselves People of Song and Dance.
"What do you do with your spare time?", I asked.

"Oh, that? It's homemade, and a result of us Novayan ground fairies doing the experimental weaponry tests. We're currently trying out ways of making our tanks able to survive underwater, and the result was that we called two Panzers the Schwimmpanzers and the Tauchpanzers. We're trying out a Tauchpanzer III at this moment, while I built this homemade jetpack right next to the entrance of this building. Built it from scraps, trash, and worn out stuffs and things and borrowed a blowtorch from one of those Panzer Grenadier fairies. And yes, I built it myself. A few other fairies also built that." The panzergrenadier fairy said just as the alarm breaks out, and she was alongside the fairy dispatch rider and his motorcycle cradled in Rhiannon's arms.

Upon hearing what's happening, she gasped. "Are you... saying the Abyssals started attacking two new arrivals!?" The panzergrenadier fairy asked, her face filled with shock. Meanwhile, Novaya and Chrysantheme were scolding their fairies, except the fairy Admiral, for causing a fuss in the restaurant when the alarm goes off. "Well, nuts. That'll prevent me from watching anime! There's no time, guys! Let's go!" Novaya said as he, Chrysantheme and their fairies left. The Novayan fairy leaders went to their respective groups as the Knights of Salta began to deploy from the airfield. Novaya and Chrysantheme arrived at the launch bay and sailed out to help out Kokai and the two arrivals.

"Launch, Night Fighters!" Novaya said as the Night Fighters began to launch from the flight deck and join their comrades in fighting back the Abyssal fighters and bombers. Upon reaching the area, they and the Knights of Salta began to fight the Abyssal fighters and bombers alongside Kokai's air forces.

[The Selkie]

"Oh, that? It's homemade, and a result of us Novayan ground fairies doing the experimental weaponry tests. We're currently trying out ways of making our tanks able to survive underwater, and the result was that we called two Panzers the Schwimmpanzers and the Tauchpanzers. We're trying out a Tauchpanzer III at this moment, while I built this homemade jetpack right next to the entrance of this building. Built it from scraps, trash, and worn out stuffs and things and borrowed a blowtorch from one of those Panzer Grenadier fairies. And yes, I built it myself. A few other fairies also built that." The panzergrenadier fairy said just as the alarm breaks out, and she was alongside the fairy dispatch rider and his motorcycle cradled in Rhiannon's arms.

Upon hearing what's happening, she gasped. "Are you... saying the Abyssals started attacking two new arrivals!?" The panzergrenadier fairy asked, her face filled with shock. Meanwhile, Novaya and Chrysantheme were scolding their fairies, except the fairy Admiral, for causing a fuss in the restaurant when the alarm goes off. "Well, nuts. That'll prevent me from watching anime! There's no time, guys! Let's go!" Novaya said as he, Chrysantheme and their fairies left. The Novayan fairy leaders went to their respective groups as the Knights of Salta began to deploy from the airfield. Novaya and Chrysantheme arrived at the launch bay and sailed out to help out Kokai and the two arrivals.

"Launch, Night Fighters!" Novaya said as the Night Fighters began to launch from the flight deck and join their comrades in fighting back the Abyssal fighters and bombers. Upon reaching the area, they and the Knights of Salta began to fight the Abyssal fighters and bombers alongside Kokai's air forces.

Trying to put the fairy's words out of my mind, they were nice to know, but useless until we got an LST, I watched the fairy responsible for updating the plotting table putting two stones onto the table - Novaya and Chrysantheme were on their merry way.
Additionally, Novaya had launched planes.
They would have a nice time with the Abyssal Fighters.

As two of the damaged torpedo bombers and one of the still pristine ones disappeared, thus bringing their count down to eleven, the Abyssals knew, that there was little time left: They broke apart and dropped out of the clouds, within eight kilometres of the two shipgirls they had come here for, enough for evasive maneuvres, if one wanted.
And they released their torpedoes in a pattern, that would make exactly that rather hard, but far from impossible, if one had what Abyssals referred to as 'sick Torpedo-Beats'.
After that, it was a turkey shoot, the torpedo bombers trying to evade, but failing, while their torpedoes sped towards their intended target. Unfortunately for Bob, he, too, was picked out of the sky by one of the Knights, spinning towards the waters surface.
With his last breath, he hoped, that they would at least score one hit.
With the bombers down, the Princess scowled, then called her other wave of reconnaissance planes, which, too, had taken losses, back. This battle was a lost cause - no need to loose more then necessary, like her fellow Princesses would usually do.