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

[Legatia]

LNS Coriolanus

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

Coriolanus blinked, surprised to see the cruiser at the door, a certain Regrian one dressed in apparel from the High Days of the earlier 1900s. A peculiar outfit, to be sure, yet the battleship commented not on it.

"Ah.." She remained in place, glancing for a moment behind her. "Rhiannon is not here? I was hoping to talk to her, do you know where she might be?

[Novaya Equestria]

"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.

"Watch out for those bombs!" Shinosaki screamed as she and Shiroiyuki tried to evade the bombs. Some almost hits the two but made it out with only minor injuries. "That's what you get for trying to follow us and attacking us!" A fairy said as both ships' AA weapons open fire upon the Abyssal bombers. "Take out those torps before they strike us!" Another fairy said as the two ships attempted to evade while the fairies used their weapons to shoot the torpedoes. Despite their best, a few torpedoes managed to hit both. Shiroiyuki received light damages, while Shinosaki received little damage due to her armor.

"We got them on the run! We got them on the run!" A fellow fairy said as they all cheered. "Ach! They just hit me hard! I'll give them that, but they'd better not ruin my uniform!" Shiroiyuki hissed. "Calm down, Shiro. It's not like your uniform is burned." Shinosaki responded and looked at her. "Anyways, we should..." Shinosaki turned around and stopped as she looked at two ships approaching them. "What's wrong, Saki?" Shiroiyuki asked before noticing the two familiar ships. "It... can't be...? No... Novaya...? Chry... Chrysantheme...?" Shinosaki said. "S... Shiro.... Saki...." Novaya and Chrysantheme said together. "Uh, what's going on?" One of the Night Fighters asked.

Silence reigned before the two pairs charged at each other. The Night Fighters and the Knights of Salta were about to scream and flew to engage the mysterious arrivals when both pairs hugged each other. "Chrysantheme! Novaya!" Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki said. "Shinosaki! Shiroiyuki!" Chrysantheme and Novaya said as all four said, "WE'RE GLAD TO SEE YOU, CHRYSANTHEME/SHINOSAKI AND NOVAYA/SHIROIYUKI!" The Night Fighters and the Knights of Salta looked at what's going on, their jaws dropped. "Contact command. They must know about this." The leader of the Knights of Salta said. "HEY! GET BACK TO BASE! WE'LL BE WIPED OUT IF WE STAY HERE FOR LONG!" The leader of the Night Fighters said.

"Eh, let's head back. Follow us! You too, Kokai!" Chrysantheme and Novaya said together as the two led Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki to the Naval Base. At the Naval Base, fairies from the 17th Amphibious Group and the Kampfgruppe Lehr 1st Regiment, including other fairies, all gathered to wait for their return. The two did, but this time with two arrivals. All four we're talking to each other. "Are... they talking to each other?" A 17AmpGro marine fairy asked. "Maybe...." a 1st Regiment Assault Grenadier Heavy infantry fairy said. "What... is going on...?" A Nowajanischen Luftwaffe Ground Force fairy asked.

Not long after, Chrysantheme, Novaya, Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki exited the launch bay as they continue talking to each other. Unfortunately, the Novayan Ground and Air Fairies were confused. "Do they know each other?" A fairy marine asked as the four and their fairies walked past the gathered fairies, who then went to Rhiannon. "RHIANNON! DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!" The gathered fairies asked Rhiannon.

[Regria]

LNS Coriolanus

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

Coriolanus blinked, surprised to see the cruiser at the door, a certain Regrian one dressed in apparel from the High Days of the earlier 1900s. A peculiar outfit, to be sure, yet the battleship commented not on it.

"Ah.." She remained in place, glancing for a moment behind her. "Rhiannon is not here? I was hoping to talk to her, do you know where she might be?

Brightbell

Naval Base, Light Cruiser Dorms

Nodding once, Brightbell would then cross her arms underneath her chest (which was actually not that big), tilting her head to the side slightly while harboring that somewhat passive-aggressive expression.

"Sorry, pally. She isn't here at the moment, as I said earlier. You're not a dip for coming here, though. Say, ya' want to tag along with me to the bathhouse? Rhiannon might be there, and I'm thinkin' about settling in that hot water to relieve myself from this rush of adrenaline from combat, you see. If not, just check back in later, would ya'? Shouldn't take all day, unless she's really havin' a gasser, yeah?"

And with that, the Regrian girl would walk out of the room, closing the door behind her before heading down the halls once more, not minding if Coriolanus tagged along or not. Her fairies would blink up at her face from her collar, some curiously asking why she acted so aggressively. Sighing slightly, Brightbell would look down to them, closing her eyes and patting the head of one with a finger.

"Sorry guys, I'm not the best at socializin', as you can see. Never been used to it, though sometimes I wish that I knew what it felt like to be friendly to anyone other than you all. Hopefully that day will come soon."

As if to not accidentally bump into something, Brightbell would then reopen her eyes, looking forwards whilst she steadily made her way to the bathhouse. Whether or not Coriolanus spoke or even tagged along was up to her, however, as the Regrian didn't appear to begin any conversation herself.

[Hashirajima]

Yakaze, Base

Once the destroyer had returned to base, she had quickly asked around and before long, had spent all her time since then beside the still unconscious Yuubetsu, simply kneeling beside the repair bath. It was only at the behest of a passing repair fairy, three hours later, that the destroyer stirred from her vigil. After dropping by the mess for a light (and exceedingly late) lunch, she was just aimlessly walking along a corridor in the base. A thought occurred to her, and finishing up her onigiri, she headed for Rhiannon's office.

Pausing before the door, she took a breath before knocking on it.

[The Selkie]

"Watch out for those bombs!" Shinosaki screamed as she and Shiroiyuki tried to evade the bombs. Some almost hits the two but made it out with only minor injuries. "That's what you get for trying to follow us and attacking us!" A fairy said as both ships' AA weapons open fire upon the Abyssal bombers. "Take out those torps before they strike us!" Another fairy said as the two ships attempted to evade while the fairies used their weapons to shoot the torpedoes. Despite their best, a few torpedoes managed to hit both. Shiroiyuki received light damages, while Shinosaki received little damage due to her armor.

"We got them on the run! We got them on the run!" A fellow fairy said as they all cheered. "Ach! They just hit me hard! I'll give them that, but they'd better not ruin my uniform!" Shiroiyuki hissed. "Calm down, Shiro. It's not like your uniform is burned." Shinosaki responded and looked at her. "Anyways, we should..." Shinosaki turned around and stopped as she looked at two ships approaching them. "What's wrong, Saki?" Shiroiyuki asked before noticing the two familiar ships. "It... can't be...? No... Novaya...? Chry... Chrysantheme...?" Shinosaki said. "S... Shiro.... Saki...." Novaya and Chrysantheme said together. "Uh, what's going on?" One of the Night Fighters asked.

Silence reigned before the two pairs charged at each other. The Night Fighters and the Knights of Salta were about to scream and flew to engage the mysterious arrivals when both pairs hugged each other. "Chrysantheme! Novaya!" Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki said. "Shinosaki! Shiroiyuki!" Chrysantheme and Novaya said as all four said, "WE'RE GLAD TO SEE YOU, CHRYSANTHEME/SHINOSAKI AND NOVAYA/SHIROIYUKI!" The Night Fighters and the Knights of Salta looked at what's going on, their jaws dropped. "Contact command. They must know about this." The leader of the Knights of Salta said. "HEY! GET BACK TO BASE! WE'LL BE WIPED OUT IF WE STAY HERE FOR LONG!" The leader of the Night Fighters said.

"Eh, let's head back. Follow us! You too, Kokai!" Chrysantheme and Novaya said together as the two led Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki to the Naval Base. At the Naval Base, fairies from the 17th Amphibious Group and the Kampfgruppe Lehr 1st Regiment, including other fairies, all gathered to wait for their return. The two did, but this time with two arrivals. All four we're talking to each other. "Are... they talking to each other?" A 17AmpGro marine fairy asked. "Maybe...." a 1st Regiment Assault Grenadier Heavy infantry fairy said. "What... is going on...?" A Nowajanischen Luftwaffe Ground Force fairy asked.

Not long after, Chrysantheme, Novaya, Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki exited the launch bay as they continue talking to each other. Unfortunately, the Novayan Ground and Air Fairies were confused. "Do they know each other?" A fairy marine asked as the four and their fairies walked past the gathered fairies, who then went to Rhiannon. "RHIANNON! DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!" The gathered fairies asked Rhiannon.

As the battle wound down, I steamed in anger.
I would rip open Tokai's cute little arse and that wide enough to easily drive Caty's old hull through with enough room to spare to give her a comfortable escort distance from my old hull. She gallivanted off, apparently without escort, without anything, not even to mention, that she didn't even drop even a note stating, that she was on her merry way to likely get herself killed.
I left the command centre's fairies to their job, thanking them for keeping up with me and promising to get myself repaired, and especially my radio equipment. As soon as I left the command centre, still steaming, said steam was blown away by a question. They, meanwhile, gave the all-clear signal.
"RHIANNON! DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!"
Hundreds of fairies, belonging to the Novayan Ground and Air Forces we had on base, asked me that.
It brought my mind to a halt. And it let me forget my anger for a moment, which was most likely a good idea, since I needed a clear head for the rest of the day.
I sighed. "Apparently, they do.", I replied to them, "Please tell Novaya, that I would like a written report from him and his friends about what happened out there. If you'd excuse me, laddies..."
With that, I stepped past them, towards my office, thinking that I needed a drink, but there, a second...

Yakaze, Base

Once the destroyer had returned to base, she had quickly asked around and before long, had spent all her time since then beside the still unconscious Yuubetsu, simply kneeling beside the repair bath. It was only at the behest of a passing repair fairy, three hours later, that the destroyer stirred from her vigil. After dropping by the mess for a light (and exceedingly late) lunch, she was just aimlessly walking along a corridor in the base. A thought occurred to her, and finishing up her onigiri, she headed for Rhiannon's office.

Pausing before the door, she took a breath before knocking on it.

The girl in front of my door looked worried, if one asked me, knocking on my office's door just as I rounded the corner.
She still, however, radiated that serene and graceful beauty, that I came to associate with the destroyer Yakaze, a person, which I held in great respect, even for her little... excursion during today's first operation. I must admit, that I also envied her a little bit, her sereness was simply something else.
"I'm here, Yakaze.", I told her, leaning against the wall, maybe three metres from her, to her left side in the back. I know, that I looked tired and to be honest, I was. "We just had a little emergency, that required my attention, but everything is alright now. How's Yuubetsu?"
We seriously needed a flagship and an adjutant.

[Kraicia]

Kraician Aerial Base Squadrons
Base Airfield

"Come on, toss along your wee gags, lads!" The hollering of the many Kraician pilot fairies shouted as he and the rest of his fellow pilots scrambled to their aircraft; however, unlike the other pilot fairies, this pilot fairy and handful of others had a different aircraft to bring to bear.

Unlike the Fighter-Bomber pilots of the MB-05, these particular group of pilots scrambled to the hangar bays to find their own weapon of choice; a new Kraician aircraft known simply by one name, the D11. There lying in wait of the hangar bays were the distinctive angular shape of the D11 fighter jet, with the maintenance crews ready to pull away the metal stair steps the moment the pilots got into their fighter jets. Plus, unlike the other pilot fairies (even the MB-05 pilots), the D11 pilot fairies retained a distinctive flight suit and flight apparatus that allowed them sustain the high speeds and extreme G-forces of the new jet fighter's manoeuvrability.

The abyssals had thought it be okay to deploy a swarm of fighter squadrons to the base soon, so it made sense that the Kraician jet pilots were out with an excited vengeance. Unlike the experienced and venerable MB-05 pilots, the D11 pilots were new and recently finished a full course of training back in Kraicia, and this was now their first combat mission that would now put their skills against the oncoming aerial abyssal threat. Almost all the D11 pilot fairies were young, approximately around their mid to late 20s, and their youth was clearly evident by their excitement and energy as they quickly climbed up to their D11 cockpits.

The whirring of the small yet distinctive W44/47 Turbojet was barely audible at first amid the deafening noise of various prop-driven airplanes; however, it was only after a couple or a few minutes that the jet engines became louder and ready for take-off, with their pilots giving to thumbs up. Outside of the D11 jets, the maintenance crews guided the D11 jet fighters one at a time and helping them get onto the airfield along with the other prop-driven aircraft. Meanwhile, the pilots had hooked up their apparatuses to their cockpit's life support systems, and the simplicity of the controls allowed the D11 pilot fairies to quickly understand every single detail (e.g. Fuel, Altitude, Orientation, and Thrust) while manoeuvring into position.

Unfortunately, the MB-05 Fighter-Bombers had already taken to the skies much sooner than the D11s, and this was only due to the fact the MB-05s had extreme long range by comparison of the D11 fighter jets; however, the D11 pilot fairies nevertheless were given the signal to take to the skies to assist the other fighter aircraft. The D11 pilot in mine received the signal to take off through his radio headset in his breathing apparatus, and his response came together like clockwork. With his only words being spoken without hesitation, "Affirmative, this Bowman Leader, ready for takeoff."

Subsequently, while there was the flocks of other D11 squadrons awaiting near the airstrip, the D11 squadron leader was gentle yet decisive as he pushed the throttle forward and allowing him to get up speed before lifting off into the sky. The roaring of the jet engine echoed down the airstrip, which gave some of the maintenance crews a brief unpleasant surprise to the new jet fighters as they covered their ears. Aside from noise, the D11 squadron leader was followed not too far behind by the other D11 fighter jets, not to mention that the radio chatter among the other D11s was a clear indicator of their status.

While the D11 was short range, the new D11 pilot fairies were going to show the abyssal flyboys who was the attacking aliens of this endless naval conflict...

(INTRODUCTION OF THE AERIAL KRAICIAN FAIRIES) - (FAIRY SHENANIGANS WILL HAVE TO FOLLOW INTO THE AERIAL ATTACK IF I'M CORRECTLY UNDERSTANDING THE PACE OF THESE NEW POSTS)

[The Selkie]

Kraician Aerial Base Squadrons
Base Airfield

"Come on, toss along your wee gags, lads!" The hollering of the many Kraician pilot fairies shouted as he and the rest of his fellow pilots scrambled to their aircraft; however, unlike the other pilot fairies, this pilot fairy and handful of others had a different aircraft to bring to bear.

Unlike the Fighter-Bomber pilots of the MB-05, these particular group of pilots scrambled to the hangar bays to find their own weapon of choice; a new Kraician aircraft known simply by one name, the D11. There lying in wait of the hangar bays were the distinctive angular shape of the D11 fighter jet, with the maintenance crews ready to pull away the metal stair steps the moment the pilots got into their fighter jets. Plus, unlike the other pilot fairies (even the MB-05 pilots), the D11 pilot fairies retained [url=a distinctive flight suit and flight apparatus]http://www.globaljetclub.com/BLK-4.png[/url] that allowed them sustain the high speeds and extreme G-forces of the new jet fighter's manoeuvrability.

The abyssals had thought it be okay to deploy a swarm of fighter squadrons to the base soon, so it made sense that the Kraician jet pilots were out with an excited vengeance. Unlike the experienced and venerable MB-05 pilots, the D11 pilots were new and recently finished a full course of training back in Kraicia, and this was now their first combat mission that would now put their skills against the oncoming aerial abyssal threat. Almost all the D11 pilot fairies were young, approximately around their mid to late 20s, and their youth was clearly evident by their excitement and energy as they quickly climbed up to their D11 cockpits.

The whirring of the small yet distinctive W44/47 Turbojet was barely audible at first amid the deafening noise of various prop-driven airplanes; however, it was only after a couple or a few minutes that the jet engines became louder and ready for take-off, with their pilots giving to thumbs up. Outside of the D11 jets, the maintenance crews guided the D11 jet fighters one at a time and helping them get onto the airfield along with the other prop-driven aircraft. Meanwhile, the pilots had hooked up their apparatuses to their cockpit's life support systems, and the simplicity of the controls allowed the D11 pilot fairies to quickly understand every single detail (e.g. Fuel, Altitude, Orientation, and Thrust) while manoeuvring into position.

Unfortunately, the MB-05 Fighter-Bombers had already taken to the skies much sooner than the D11s, and this was only due to the fact the MB-05s had extreme long range by comparison of the D11 fighter jets; however, the D11 pilot fairies nevertheless were given the signal to take to the skies to assist the other fighter aircraft. The D11 pilot in mine received the signal to take off through his radio headset in his breathing apparatus, and his response came together like clockwork. With his only words being spoken without hesitation, "Affirmative, this Bowman Leader, ready for takeoff."

Subsequently, while there was the flocks of other D11 squadrons awaiting near the airstrip, the D11 squadron leader was gentle yet decisive as he pushed the throttle forward and allowing him to get up speed before lifting off into the sky. The roaring of the jet engine echoed down the airstrip, which gave some of the maintenance crews a brief unpleasant surprise to the new jet fighters as they covered their ears. Aside from noise, the D11 squadron leader was followed not too far behind by the other D11 fighter jets, not to mention that the radio chatter among the other D11s was a clear indicator of their status.

While the D11 was short range, the new D11 pilot fairies were going to show the abyssal flyboys who was the attacking aliens of this endless naval conflict...

(INTRODUCTION OF THE AERIAL KRAICIAN FAIRIES) - (FAIRY SHENANIGANS WILL HAVE TO FOLLOW INTO THE AERIAL ATTACK IF I'M CORRECTLY UNDERSTANDING THE PACE OF THESE NEW POSTS)

While the actual attack on the odd pair of cruiser and destroyer had indeed been repelled, with the attacking force decimated and mostly shot down, there were still a few Abyssal Fighters around, having nail-biting dogfights with Reppus and other aircraft.
A few scout planes were retreating as well at the moment, still well within the D-11s' range and known to the radars, mostly unnoticed so far. One of them was even close enough to spot the aircraft carried on plumes of fire, relaying the images to their Princess.
The Airfield Princess at the Northern Shipwreck Islands raised an eyebrow - she was intrigued how they would be and perform. Quickly, of her second wave, the torpedo bombers were dismissed and exchanging them for a squadron of Mark III Fighters.
There was only one way to find that out, after all... keeping the Mark IIs in reserve, the Mark IIIs took off and shot off into the distance, towards the D-11s. The Princess recognized the jet fighters, and that was, what they were, as a threat, even to the experienced, heavily armed and highly maneuvreable Mark III fighters, or maybe especially, but she wanted to evaluate just how much of a threat they would be.
And for that, she needed first hand data from twelve most likely absolutely doomed fighters. She scowled... she now had the opportunity to get that data, later, she would get surprised uncomfortably.

[Hashirajima]

Yakaze, Outside Rhiannon's Office, Base

"How's Yuubetsu?"

Sighing, Yakaze shrugged. "I really am not a technician, but the fairies assured me that she is stable. Still unconscious though." Then, peering around at the corridor she's in, "May I ... perhaps enter? I think I should at least give you an explanation for my actions earlier."

[Sterkistan]

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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She smiled upon hearing Amys passion for tinkering.
"There is nothing wrong with having a hobby, especially one as productive as yours. And dancing is such a beautiful art, I wish I could do it."
Dia thought about her response to the question.
"I like to read, listen to music and such. I enjoy classical music, but some modern music is nice."
She paused to continue rubbing shampoo through her hair.
"I guess my main hobby is cleaning though. I spend alot of time doing it and never actually dislike it."
She thought again, thinking about what her spare time entailed. And she blushed before speaking again,
"Other then that, probably building Model Kits; battleships, model cars, Gunpla, that kind of thing."
Building Model Kits was not a very common hobby among battleships. And was fairly put-of-character for someone like Dia. But when hearing about how much time Dia had spare in her last dtation, it wasn't surprising she picked up a hobby that takes up a large amount of time.
Dia couldn't think of anymore questions. So she decided to let Amy have a turn,
"I seem to have been asking lots of questions, do you have any?"

[The Selkie]

Yakaze, Outside Rhiannon's Base

"How's Yuubetsu?"

Sighing, Yakaze shrugged. "I really am not a technician, but the fairies assured me that she is stable. Still unconscious though." Then, peering around at the corridor she's in, "May I ... perhaps enter? I think I should at least give you an explanation for my actions earlier."

I nodded. "You may.", I told her, a small smile on my lips at the relatively good news the destroyer delivered. "But I'll have to unlock."
And that I did, leading the girl into my office. Chrysantheme's and Novaya's now empty bottles of apple juice and my half-full one were still on my desk, as were the typewriter and a lot of other things. I motioned for the destroyer to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
For a moment, I was torn: Hard-ass bitch sitting behind the desk and scowling or actually the big sister type I was supposed to be for smaller vessels? I decided to be the latter, taking out another small bottle of apple juice, handing it to the destroyer, taking my own and leaning against the desk in front of her.
She would have to crane her neck a bit if she wanted to look into my eyes, otherwise she would have my stomach in front of her eyes, but that was alright.
"You wanted to explain to me, why you didn't stick to the plan this morning.", I gave her a cue. I thought, that I had an idea, but I would most likely be proven wrong.

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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She smiled upon hearing Amys passion for tinkering.
"There is nothing wrong with having a hobby, especially one as productive as yours. And dancing is such a beautiful art, I wish I could do it."
Dia thought about her response to the question.
"I like to read, listen to music and such. I enjoy classical music, but some modern music is nice."
She paused to continue rubbing shampoo through her hair.
"I guess my main hobby is cleaning though. I spend alot of time doing it and never actually dislike it."
She thought again, thinking about what her spare time entailed. And she blushed before speaking again,
"Other then that, probably building Model Kits; battleships, model cars, Gunpla, that kind of thing."
Building Model Kits was not a very common hobby among battleships. And was fairly put-of-character for someone like Dia. But when hearing about how much time Dia had spare in her last dtation, it wasn't surprising she picked up a hobby that takes up a large amount of time.
Dia couldn't think of anymore questions. So she decided to let Amy have a turn,
"I seem to have been asking lots of questions, do you have any?"

I smiled at Dia's words. She seemed like a nice and good lassie, if a bit atypical for battleships... indeed, not all could be crazy people going in guns blazing and going out guns blazing.
Actually, if one asks me, building model kits and tinkering like I did weren't that different, in the end, there was something, that hadn't been there before and...
"I seem to have been asking lots of questions, do you have any?", Dia suddenly asked.
I was, for a moment, at a loss of words, then I replied: "Not a question, but a story, if you want to hear it."
This story was a very personal one, one, which I wouldn't mind sharing with the battleship and anyone else wanting to listen, because there was an important lesson in it, but if Dia didn't want to hear it, then that would be fine, too.

[Hashirajima]

Yakaze, Outside Rhiannon's Office, Base

"You wanted to explain to me, why you didn't stick to the plan this morning."

Yakaze nodded... before suddenly standing up and bowing. "... I apologise! For failing to adhere to orders, sortieing without permission, and conducting unsanctioned individual operations on the field of battle." After a moment, she straightened up. "If I may explain...

"When I was still a ship of steel, many decades ago, I was assigned to the escort fleet for an aircraft carrier, Akagi. For years I kept her safe, always by her side. Then, newer and more advanced destroyers were constructed, and I was reassigned. I had thought nothing of it... until the day she was sunk. Ever since then, it had lingered in my mind. Could I have prevented that? Perhaps... even with me being as outdated as it was, perhaps if I was there, just one more escort to draw enemy fire, and she could have survived Midway...

"Before I arrived, I was tasked with escorting Yuubetsu, except that an administrative error resulted in me arriving before her. When her convoy was attacked... I simply had to make sure she made it through. No matter what, I could not fail my mission again." Then, under her breath...

"Except she nearly did not..."

[Sterkistan]

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia smiled, "Yes, of course it'd be my honour to hear it."
She relaxed in the bath. Finally finishing rubbing shampoo into her hair, and began washing it out, being very thorough and precise, appearing to wash it out stands at a time, then checking to make sure it didn't need more shampoo, which it apparently did.
And so she put more shampoo in her hair and gave Amy her full attention.

[Novaya Equestria]

"Watch out for those bombs!" Shinosaki screamed as she and Shiroiyuki tried to evade the bombs. Some almost hits the two but made it out with only minor injuries. "That's what you get for trying to follow us and attacking us!" A fairy said as both ships' AA weapons open fire upon the Abyssal bombers. "Take out those torps before they strike us!" Another fairy said as the two ships attempted to evade while the fairies used their weapons to shoot the torpedoes. Despite their best, a few torpedoes managed to hit both. Shiroiyuki received light damages, while Shinosaki received little damage due to her armor.

"We got them on the run! We got them on the run!" A fellow fairy said as they all cheered. "Ach! They just hit me hard! I'll give them that, but they'd better not ruin my uniform!" Shiroiyuki hissed. "Calm down, Shiro. It's not like your uniform is burned." Shinosaki responded and looked at her. "Anyways, we should..." Shinosaki turned around and stopped as she looked at two ships approaching them. "What's wrong, Saki?" Shiroiyuki asked before noticing the two familiar ships. "It... can't be...? No... Novaya...? Chry... Chrysantheme...?" Shinosaki said. "S... Shiro.... Saki...." Novaya and Chrysantheme said together. "Uh, what's going on?" One of the Night Fighters asked.

Silence reigned before the two pairs charged at each other. The Night Fighters and the Knights of Salta were about to scream and flew to engage the mysterious arrivals when both pairs hugged each other. "Chrysantheme! Novaya!" Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki said. "Shinosaki! Shiroiyuki!" Chrysantheme and Novaya said as all four said, "WE'RE GLAD TO SEE YOU, CHRYSANTHEME/SHINOSAKI AND NOVAYA/SHIROIYUKI!" The Night Fighters and the Knights of Salta looked at what's going on, their jaws dropped. "Contact command. They must know about this." The leader of the Knights of Salta said. "HEY! GET BACK TO BASE! WE'LL BE WIPED OUT IF WE STAY HERE FOR LONG!" The leader of the Night Fighters said.

"Eh, let's head back. Follow us! You too, Kokai!" Chrysantheme and Novaya said together as the two led Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki to the Naval Base. At the Naval Base, fairies from the 17th Amphibious Group and the Kampfgruppe Lehr 1st Regiment, including other fairies, all gathered to wait for their return. The two did, but this time with two arrivals. All four we're talking to each other. "Are... they talking to each other?" A 17AmpGro marine fairy asked. "Maybe...." a 1st Regiment Assault Grenadier Heavy infantry fairy said. "What... is going on...?" A Nowajanischen Luftwaffe Ground Force fairy asked.

Not long after, Chrysantheme, Novaya, Shinosaki and Shiroiyuki exited the launch bay as they continue talking to each other. Unfortunately, the Novayan Ground and Air Fairies were confused. "Do they know each other?" A fairy marine asked as the four and their fairies walked past the gathered fairies, who then went to Rhiannon. "RHIANNON! DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!" The gathered fairies asked Rhiannon.

As the battle wound down, I steamed in anger.
I would rip open Tokai's cute little arse and that wide enough to easily drive Caty's old hull through with enough room to spare to give her a comfortable escort distance from my old hull. She gallivanted off, apparently without escort, without anything, not even to mention, that she didn't even drop even a note stating, that she was on her merry way to likely get herself killed.
I left the command centre's fairies to their job, thanking them for keeping up with me and promising to get myself repaired, and especially my radio equipment. As soon as I left the command centre, still steaming, said steam was blown away by a question. They, meanwhile, gave the all-clear signal.
"RHIANNON! DO THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?!"
Hundreds of fairies, belonging to the Novayan Ground and Air Forces we had on base, asked me that.
It brought my mind to a halt. And it let me forget my anger for a moment, which was most likely a good idea, since I needed a clear head for the rest of the day.
I sighed. "Apparently, they do.", I replied to them, "Please tell Novaya, that I would like a written report from him and his friends about what happened out there. If you'd excuse me, laddies..."
With that, I stepped past them, towards my office, thinking that I needed a drink, but there, a second...

Yakaze, Base

Once the destroyer had returned to base, she had quickly asked around and before long, had spent all her time since then beside the still unconscious Yuubetsu, simply kneeling beside the repair bath. It was only at the behest of a passing repair fairy, three hours later, that the destroyer stirred from her vigil. After dropping by the mess for a light (and exceedingly late) lunch, she was just aimlessly walking along a corridor in the base. A thought occurred to her, and finishing up her onigiri, she headed for Rhiannon's office.

Pausing before the door, she took a breath before knocking on it.

The girl in front of my door looked worried, if one asked me, knocking on my office's door just as I rounded the corner.
She still, however, radiated that serene and graceful beauty, that I came to associate with the destroyer Yakaze, a person, which I held in great respect, even for her little... excursion during today's first operation. I must admit, that I also envied her a little bit, her sereness was simply something else.
"I'm here, Yakaze.", I told her, leaning against the wall, maybe three metres from her, to her left side in the back. I know, that I looked tired and to be honest, I was. "We just had a little emergency, that required my attention, but everything is alright now. How's Yuubetsu?"
We seriously needed a flagship and an adjutant.

The same panzergrenadier fairy, known as the Jetpack-PzGren Fairy, nodded and used her jetpack to head to Chrysantheme, Novaya, Shinosaki, and Shiroiyuki. The jetpack panzergrenadier fairy began to approach the four just as Chrysantheme saw her. "Hello. What is it?" Chrysantheme asked. "Rhiannon wants you and your friends to write a report about what happened out there." The panzergrenadier fairy said. "Oh, right! You three and I will have to write a report together, just like in the old days!" Novaya said as the three nodded and went to write their reports. Upon finishing with their reports, the four went out and head towards Rhiannon's office. Upon arriving, all four gave their reports to Rhiannon and left to hang out in the restaurant.

[Kraicia]

While the actual attack on the odd pair of cruiser and destroyer had indeed been repelled, with the attacking force decimated and mostly shot down, there were still a few Abyssal Fighters around, having nail-biting dogfights with Reppus and other aircraft.
A few scout planes were retreating as well at the moment, still well within the D-11s' range and known to the radars, mostly unnoticed so far. One of them was even close enough to spot the aircraft carried on plumes of fire, relaying the images to their Princess.
The Airfield Princess at the Northern Shipwreck Islands raised an eyebrow - she was intrigued how they would be and perform. Quickly, of her second wave, the torpedo bombers were dismissed and exchanging them for a squadron of Mark III Fighters.
There was only one way to find that out, after all... keeping the Mark IIs in reserve, the Mark IIIs took off and shot off into the distance, towards the D-11s. The Princess recognized the jet fighters, and that was, what they were, as a threat, even to the experienced, heavily armed and highly maneuvreable Mark III fighters, or maybe especially, but she wanted to evaluate just how much of a threat they would be.
And for that, she needed first hand data from twelve most likely absolutely doomed fighters. She scowled... she now had the opportunity to get that data, later, she would get surprised uncomfortably.

"Okay mates, Ascending Straight Maithwlite (Ascending-Column/Staircase Formation). Outlaws (Fighters) may be out'n 'bout, so keep ye eyes sharp. Aye?" Bowman Leader informed as he took the centre lead while the other D11s formed up in a single-file line.

"Affirmative." Bowman Alex - the first D11 - replied back while following behind Bowman Leader.

"Aye sire." Bowman Gordon - the seventh (7th) D11 - nodded almost mechanically along with the other D11 pilots.

At less than 5,000ft, the D11s happened to see some MB-05 Fighter-Bombers returning from their distant engagement somewhere; however, Bowman Leader thought about in contacting the MB-05s regarding their status.

So without missing a heartbeat, Bowman Leader gave Bowman Benton the task with getting into contact with the MB-05s and getting a bit of some intelligence as to what happened; however, there was not much that Bowman Benton could get out of the MB-05s as he relayed the news to Bowman Leader, "The Maddies (MB-05s) we're on blaster runs (bombing runs), sire. Some outlaws we're met on their way, but they're not too wis to where they been."

"Very well," Bowman Leader nodded, understanding that there was much intelligence to salvage any further from the tired MB-05 pilots, "Keep ye eyes sharp for them bleedin' outlaws. Bear in mind your flylore (flight training) and keep to each other (stay together), those outlaws are like cunning Francish Crooks."

"Alikened to them Francish Crooks, these witches know no thing about surrendering." Bowman Clarkson added with humor evident in his voice.

"Ditto." Bowman Leader chuckled before he proceeded to swiftly get his wingmen back on track, "Now keep ye eyes out, lads. Cause if the outlaws come to us, we're goin'a be slashin' pigs. Aye?"

A brief chorus of confirmations from all the D11 pilots followed in near unison before all fell silent again, with the calm whirring of the jet engines being the only sound to fill the cockpits of the D11 jet fighters; however, the silence wouldn't last long...

"Outlaws Incoming (Incoming Fighters)! Eleven o'clock and climbing!" The last D11 - Bowman Lester - shouted through his radio headset, alerting the other D11s and Bowman Leader.

"Alex, Benton, ye'll with me. The rest of you, break left!" Bowman Leader said back with a stern voice under stress.

Bowman Leader, Alex, and Benton stayed on the same flight path while the other nine (9) D11 jet fighters broke left to throw off the incoming abyssal fighter squadron...and as well as sending weak shockwaves through the enemy fighters from the sound of their jet engines...

[North Arkana]

Horizon, Walking from Dorms to Mess, Base

The Arkanan carrier was livid, to say the least. The attack by abyssal aircraft had caught her in the middle of conducting aircraft maintenance with her fairy crew, and she had been unable to join the battle. As if that hadn't been bad enough, while being forced to sit on the sidelines, she had to deal with the news that the other carriers had let the enemy escape! Nothing short of empty fuel tanks and weapons bays, and stormy weather should stop a carrier from finishing off their target! If she didn't get to the baths and cool herself off in a cold shower, Horizon wasn't sure she wouldn't suffer from boiler overpressure at the sheer outrage she was experiencing. But first things first, she was damn hungry. Running maintenance on her aircraft was a pretty work intensive process, especially when it required making sure all the turboprops and their propellers we're tuned properly in their reduction gear and blade angle controls. So, it comes to be, that Horizon none too gently opens the door of the mess hall, and makes a beeline for the food service area.

[Regria]

Brightbell

Entrance to Bathhouse

Almost arriving at the Bathhouse's entrance, Brightbell glanced down at her fairies still snugly in her collar, all of which temporarily blinked up at the Regrian AA Cruiser, nodding once. Looking back towards the entrance, she'd breathe in deeply. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she was face-to-face with this building, as previously she spent her days only playing music with her fellow Jazz Band Fairies. As such, she could only feel a slight bit of anxiousness. What if someone was inside? What if they noticed the fact that she was actually visiting the place for once, rather than staying indoors like she always did? Then, she felt it. A tap on her neck by the pianist fairy. After Brightbell glanced downwards, said fairy would speak up. Odd, when usually the one doing the talking was the fairy with both the trumpet and clarinet. The fairy told her to play it cool, and that she shouldn't be afraid. At this, the Regrian breathed in once more, before letting it out and smiling slightly at the Pianist Fairy, nodding once.

"Thanks... I'll try my hardest, see."

And with that, she put on her serious front again, continuing to walk forward... When she spotted him. A Battleship perhaps, but it appeared to be a male-- standing in front of the female baths! 'What are you thinking, doing such a thing?! Even I know it's not courteous to be a peeping Tom!' she'd think to herself, eyes narrowing slightly. Stopping about six meters away from this Italian Battleship-- also known as Montgomery, or Monty, Brightbell would then speak up, letting off her usual passive-aggressive and irritated tone, her face harboring disapproval. She couldn't help but feel this way, though strangely enough only felt guilt after the deed was done. Though unknown to her, this Battleship actually was Italian, and as such the gangster accent would likely be familiar to him, along with the gratuitous Italian that might leak through on that rare occasion.

"Hey you! Yeah, you, Mack! I ain't a gumshoe or a cinder-thingy, but ya' better explain your reason for being here, and don't give me any of that malarkey! Don't ya' know that it's common courtesy to let dames have their privacy? Your keister's got lots of guts ta' just come over here like that, pally!"

Meanwhile, her Fairies simply blinked up at her, utterly shocked at how aggressively she acted towards people she presumably didn't know. Under their breath, some would say to the others that she really did need this after all, though Brightbell didn't seem to notice their silent exchanges.

[Higher Japan]

Bathhouse

A low tapping sound could be heard coming from another door at the bath house as Himito at the moment happened to walk out, seeing that Brightbell was waiting at the entracne to the bathhouse. "Yes, can i help you?" He asked, holding his circular tray to his side just as Himiko also walked out from the women's bathroom. "Ah Brightbell, how can we help you? If you're looking for food we're sad to say that service starts in about an hour or two, so please make your way down to the hall. If not, then i'm sure you know the procedure and rules in the bathhouse right? If you enter the bathhouse of the opposite gender you can choose between a steel pan or a block of Youkan.

[Regria]

Brightbell

Bathhouse

Brightbell was not expecting Himito and Himiko simultaneously exiting the bathhouse after she tried 'conversing' with the Italian Battleship out in front of the women's bathhouse door, and as such blinked twice, her aggressive expression relenting somewhat. She glanced towards Himito and blinked once, listening in on what she had to say, noticing Himiko at the corner of her eye. She knew these two, the ones who owned the restaurant with the great food. As such, she attempted to be more reserved and 'considerate' of their feelings, so to speak, so that she wouldn't ruin her chances of perhaps eating something nice today while under the parasol of a nice, soothing jazz melody. Now that she thought of that, it actually sounded really nice. But alas, to no avail, her natural passive-aggressiveness leaked through again, as she gestured to Montgomery, who was standing in front of the entrance to the female Bathhouse door, despite being a man.

"I was lookin' forward to take a nice dip in the baths for once at the suggestion of my fairies, before I spotted this Mack over here-- standing by the doorway! I dunno' if he's a patsy, but even I know it's uncourteous not to give a doll her privacy! I'm tryin' to uncover why, ya' see. Curiosity doesn't always kill the cat, ya' know!"

Her fairies meanwhile, would sigh, all of them still in the collar of Brightbell's rather nice button-up shirt. She still had her arms crossed, too.

[Higher Japan]

Bathhouse

Before the twins could beat her to death with their respective weapons, they were pointed to Monty who was standing dangerously close to the women's bathroom. As they saw Brightbell leave, they cracked their knuckles before smiling menacingly. "We're sure you know procedure and rules no? If you know what to do to live, leave." They said in unison, Himito pulling out a solid block of Youkan and Himiko pulling out a frying pan of steel. "Y'know what, let's just get this over with." At that, he would promptly be escorted towards his respective bathhouse as Himiko guarded the women's while Himito guarded the men's.

[Sterkistan]

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Battleship Whona
Approaching OSWS-SW Base

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Whona chuckled as she sped toward the OSWS Base at 32 knots. Her surface radar searching for hostile ships and aircraft. Her chuckle grew into a form of maniacal laughter. God only knows what was going through her head.
She patched her communications into the Base command. "Hide your boyfriends girls, Whona is here!"
She entered the port a few minutes later, wasting little time storing her oddly coloured rig. A mix of black and white stripes going every which way, otherwise known as 'Bedazzled Camouflage'.
She took a few more minutes scouring the base for her sister (at a full sprint mind you), paying little attention to those looking at the girl with the sword.
Eventually she found the baths, rushing in at what could be described as the speed of light shouting the words, "I've finally found the Gray Ghost herself!"
Grabbing Dia and tugging her half-out of the water in a tight hug, conveniently covering the NSFW bits.
"Oh Diaman it's been so long I've missed you so much!" She suddenly slowed down, asking Dia a question,
"So what do you go by now! Diaman, Gray Ghost, Full Frontal?"

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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It was as if Dia could sense her sister before she entered, like the mess Whona was leaving behind her somehow triggered something in Dia.
"Oh god-" were the only words Dia could get out before Whona violently hugged her.
"W-Whona!?" She gasped, bewildered. "What are you doing here!"
"When I heard my big sis got thrashed in battle I just had to speed up my transfer." Whona replied before asking her question.

Upon hearing 'Full Frontal' Dia's mood immediately dropped, and she spoke quietly.
"You of all people know Full Frontal sunk a long time ago."
The aura around the two changed instantly. And Whona sat down next to the bath in silence, releasing her sister.
While Dia slumped over in the water, staring straight down.

[The Selkie]

Yakaze, Outside Rhiannon's Office, Base

"You wanted to explain to me, why you didn't stick to the plan this morning."

Yakaze nodded... before suddenly standing up and bowing. "... I apologise! For failing to adhere to orders, sortieing without permission, and conducting unsanctioned individual operations on the field of battle." After a moment, she straightened up. "If I may explain...

"When I was still a ship of steel, many decades ago, I was assigned to the escort fleet for an aircraft carrier, Akagi. For years I kept her safe, always by her side. Then, newer and more advanced destroyers were constructed, and I was reassigned. I had thought nothing of it... until the day she was sunk. Ever since then, it had lingered in my mind. Could I have prevented that? Perhaps... even with me being as outdated as it was, perhaps if I was there, just one more escort to draw enemy fire, and she could have survived Midway...

"Before I arrived, I was tasked with escorting Yuubetsu, except that an administrative error resulted in me arriving before her. When her convoy was attacked... I simply had to make sure she made it through. No matter what, I could not fail my mission again." Then, under her breath...

"Except she nearly did not..."

I listened to her explanation and I listened very well, although I was a bit surprised as the bow she gave me for her apology. I was silent for a long time, longer then I wanted, the fairies scurrying about inside of me chiming in with their own opinions, before I silenced them.
I sighed, then stepped forwards, kneeling in front of the girl so that we were roughly on eye level.
"I will never hold it against someone to wish to protect kinsfolk.", I told her, looking into her eyes, sincerity in my voice, "You're a good lassie, Yakaze, with your heart in the right place... but out there, you could have been killed." I leaned forward a bit and brought my mouth to her ear, whispering: "I sometimes wish I had the bravery of you destroyers."

-SNIP-

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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Dia smiled, "Yes, of course it'd be my honour to hear it."
She relaxed in the bath. Finally finishing rubbing shampoo into her hair, and began washing it out, being very thorough and precise, appearing to wash it out stands at a time, then checking to make sure it didn't need more shampoo, which it apparently did.
And so she put more shampoo in her hair and gave Amy her full attention.

I began slowly.
"I was one of the first SDF-Navy vessels summoned.", I said slowly, "Together with a few sloops and a corvette... no cruisers, no destroyers, no nothing, just us... against a battlegroup of the Abyssals, outsizing what we faced today." I let that sink in for a moment. "My first engagement was the Defense of Traverse, that's a city in the Free Lands... the enemy's main formation was a group of six battleships, coming right at me, my torpedo boats and my corvettes. When the first shots fell around me, I was scared stiff."
There was a small pause.
"I was in charge of the group, they looked to me for guidance and without us, Traverse, and the important arms industries, the city, the port facilities, everything, would be gone.", I continued, the words coming out harder as I spoke of my past failures. "I... couldn't. I was scared beyond my wildest dreams. If my clothing hadn't been wet from the sea already, as soon as they locked in onto me, it would have been." There was a blush as well. "Then, one of the sloops took charge, in both senses. We repelled them, in the end, but until the end of the battle, I was unable to move... the sloop, a vessel of twelvehundred tons, repelled a battleship by improvising a sling and slinging depth charges at it!"
I chuckled at the confusion in the Abyssals face in my memory, before I continued.
"The moral of the story...", I stated, "...is, that only fools are born brave. Others need to learn to be brave, for bravery not charging into the dragon's den, it's facing the dragon in the first place."
I waited for my story to be received and thought about, maybe scoffed at or Dia maybe even being repulsed by my take, but before anything of that sort could happen, a colourful blur came in.

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Battleship Whona
Approaching OSWS-SW Base

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Whona chuckled as she sped toward the OSWS Base at 32 knots. Her surface radar searching for hostile ships and aircraft. Her chuckle grew into a form of maniacal laughter. God only knows what was going through her head.
She patched her communications into the Base command. "Hide your boyfriends girls, Whona is here!"
She entered the port a few minutes later, wasting little time storing her oddly coloured rig. A mix of black and white stripes going every which way, otherwise known as 'Bedazzled Camouflage'.
She took a few more minutes scouring the base for her sister (at a full sprint mind you), paying little attention to those looking at the girl with the sword.
Eventually she found the baths, rushing in at what could be described as the speed of light shouting the words, "I've finally found the Gray Ghost herself!"
Grabbing Dia and tugging her half-out of the water in a tight hug, conveniently covering the NSFW bits.
"Oh Diaman it's been so long I've missed you so much!" She suddenly slowed down, asking Dia a question,
"So what do you go by now! Diaman, Gray Ghost, Full Frontal?"

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Battleship Diamantina
Baths

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It was as if Dia could sense her sister before she entered, like the mess Whona was leaving behind her somehow triggered something in Dia.
"Oh god-" were the only words Dia could get out before Whona violently hugged her.
"W-Whona!?" She gasped, bewildered. "What are you doing here!"
"When I heard my big sis got thrashed in battle I just had to speed up my transfer." Whona replied before asking her question.

Upon hearing 'Full Frontal' Dia's mood immediately dropped, and she spoke quietly.
"You of all people know Full Frontal sunk a long time ago."
The aura around the two changed instantly. And Whona sat down next to the bath in silence, releasing her sister.
While Dia slumped over in the water, staring straight down.

As the mood between the two of them turned, I debated with myself for a moment, if I should leave the two to it, leaning back in the relaxation bath.
Then I decided against it: "So...", I began, "You are Whona, then. I heard a bit about you... It's a pleasure to meet you. SDFS Ámóg, or Amy, if you want."

While the actual attack on the odd pair of cruiser and destroyer had indeed been repelled, with the attacking force decimated and mostly shot down, there were still a few Abyssal Fighters around, having nail-biting dogfights with Reppus and other aircraft.
A few scout planes were retreating as well at the moment, still well within the D-11s' range and known to the radars, mostly unnoticed so far. One of them was even close enough to spot the aircraft carried on plumes of fire, relaying the images to their Princess.
The Airfield Princess at the Northern Shipwreck Islands raised an eyebrow - she was intrigued how they would be and perform. Quickly, of her second wave, the torpedo bombers were dismissed and exchanging them for a squadron of Mark III Fighters.
There was only one way to find that out, after all... keeping the Mark IIs in reserve, the Mark IIIs took off and shot off into the distance, towards the D-11s. The Princess recognized the jet fighters, and that was, what they were, as a threat, even to the experienced, heavily armed and highly maneuvreable Mark III fighters, or maybe especially, but she wanted to evaluate just how much of a threat they would be.
And for that, she needed first hand data from twelve most likely absolutely doomed fighters. She scowled... she now had the opportunity to get that data, later, she would get surprised uncomfortably.

"Okay mates, Ascending Straight Maithwlite (Ascending-Column/Staircase Formation). Outlaws (Fighters) may be out'n 'bout, so keep ye eyes sharp. Aye?" Bowman Leader informed as he took the centre lead while the other D11s formed up in a single-file line.

"Affirmative." Bowman Alex - the first D11 - replied back while following behind Bowman Leader.

"Aye sire." Bowman Gordon - the seventh (7th) D11 - nodded almost mechanically along with the other D11 pilots.

At less than 5,000ft, the D11s happened to see some MB-05 Fighter-Bombers returning from their distant engagement somewhere; however, Bowman Leader thought about in contacting the MB-05s regarding their status.

So without missing a heartbeat, Bowman Leader gave Bowman Benton the task with getting into contact with the MB-05s and getting a bit of some intelligence as to what happened; however, there was not much that Bowman Benton could get out of the MB-05s as he relayed the news to Bowman Leader, "The Maddies (MB-05s) we're on blaster runs (bombing runs), sire. Some outlaws we're met on their way, but they're not too wis to where they been."

"Very well," Bowman Leader nodded, understanding that there was much intelligence to salvage any further from the tired MB-05 pilots, "Keep ye eyes sharp for them bleedin' outlaws. Bear in mind your flylore (flight training) and keep to each other (stay together), those outlaws are like cunning Francish Crooks."

"Alikened to them Francish Crooks, these witches know no thing about surrendering." Bowman Clarkson added with humor evident in his voice.

"Ditto." Bowman Leader chuckled before he proceeded to swiftly get his wingmen back on track, "Now keep ye eyes out, lads. Cause if the outlaws come to us, we're goin'a be slashin' pigs. Aye?"

A brief chorus of confirmations from all the D11 pilots followed in near unison before all fell silent again, with the calm whirring of the jet engines being the only sound to fill the cockpits of the D11 jet fighters; however, the silence wouldn't last long...

"Outlaws Incoming (Incoming Fighters)! Eleven o'clock and climbing!" The last D11 - Bowman Lester - shouted through his radio headset, alerting the other D11s and Bowman Leader.

"Alex, Benton, ye'll with me. The rest of you, break left!" Bowman Leader said back with a stern voice under stress.

Bowman Leader, Alex, and Benton stayed on the same flight path while the other nine (9) D11 jet fighters broke left to throw off the incoming abyssal fighter squadron...and as well as sending weak shockwaves through the enemy fighters from the sound of their jet engines...

The squadron of Abyssal Fighters was not intimidated that easily, the Princess noted with an approving nod. After all, they were Mark III Fighters, so it was to be expected. While more massive and heavier armed then their carrier-borne cousins, the Mark III was still a dangerous opponent.
That was, the Princess thought, what the enemy squadron would soon find out, hopefully, hopefully getting the nine fighters venturing into the frey to reconsider with the strength of arms and armour.
The two formations met and not a dogfight, but a mad bar brawl began in the air, nothing of the elegant dance, that air combat usually was. The Princess lost all overview about how many D-11s were in the air or not, but she knew, that during the initial meeting, she lost two of her fighters, while six more were damaged on different levels. One more was slowly gliding away, the brain being killed.
She scowled. Not bad, not bad at all, but her fighters had a very sharp turning radius and heavy weapons, as the D-11s were very soon to find out.

[North Arkana]

Horizon, Between Mess and Baths, Base

After stuffing her face with the usual array of calorie dense foods favored by shipgirls in need a of rapid resupply, Horizon, now slightly cooled off, decided it was time to head to bath house. Not for a repair soak, of course, but for the sake of personal hygiene. There was an ulterior motive of course, as Horizon hoped she'd encounter at least one ship involved with the debacle earlier today.

Instead she seems to encountered a scene on controlled chaos, as one battleship barrels her way into the baths ahead of her, and outside another battleship is being accosted by a pair of twins.

"Why couldn't I just have been stationed with the rest of the ANDF?"

[Legatia]

LNS Coriolanus

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

Confused by the cruiser's rush to hurry off, Coriolanus issued a sigh, reluctantly trailing behind her. The girl didn't seem interested in any extended conversation with herself, so she kept quiet, trailing her off to the bathhouse followed by the awkward silence. Observing the bathhouse, she paused well before and figured it wasn't a smart idea to enter, considering the massive commotion that was coming from within.

Sighing again in exasperation, she looked to her left and spotted an unfamiliar figure. A carrier, she figured, from her size and disposition, but her recognition ended there. She also seemed a bit lost for action, and Coriolanus took a step aside to speak with her.

"Salve, there." She stopped a few feet from her, a quick nod of greeting being issued. "..Are you trying to get into the baths? I believe there is.. quite a lot going on within there."

[North Arkana]

LNS Coriolanus

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

Confused by the cruiser's rush to hurry off, Coriolanus issued a sigh, reluctantly trailing behind her. The girl didn't seem interested in any extended conversation with herself, so she kept quiet, trailing her off to the bathhouse followed by the awkward silence. Observing the bathhouse, she paused well before and figured it wasn't a smart idea to enter, considering the massive commotion that was coming from within.

Sighing again in exasperation, she looked to her left and spotted an unfamiliar figure. A carrier, she figured, from her size and disposition, but her recognition ended there. She also seemed a bit lost for action, and Coriolanus took a step aside to speak with her.

"Salve, there." She stopped a few feet from her, a quick nod of greeting being issued. "..Are you trying to get into the baths? I believe there is.. quite a lot going on within there."

Horizon, Outside the Baths, Base

The ANDF carrier couldn't help but jump slightly. What carrier wouldn't at the sudden presence of an battleship within point-blank range? But this is a friendly vessel, so Horizon mentally kicks herself for a few moments before turning to her new companion.

"Is this base always so... lively?" asks Horizon. "With so much energy I'd think there'd be more effort put into successful operations, rather than... molestation, if that noise is anything to go by."

Horizon can't help but view the battleship in front of her with a bit of a critical eye. This is a battleship after all, one of the most pretentious class of vessels in the world. Not that she could ever voice her opinions out loud, unlike back during her old service the muscle heads were entirely capable of just punching her in the face.

[Kraicia]

The squadron of Abyssal Fighters was not intimidated that easily, the Princess noted with an approving nod. After all, they were Mark III Fighters, so it was to be expected. While more massive and heavier armed then their carrier-borne cousins, the Mark III was still a dangerous opponent.
That was, the Princess thought, what the enemy squadron would soon find out, hopefully, hopefully getting the nine fighters venturing into the frey to reconsider with the strength of arms and armour.
The two formations met and not a dogfight, but a mad bar brawl began in the air, nothing of the elegant dance, that air combat usually was. The Princess lost all overview about how many D-11s were in the air or not, but she knew, that during the initial meeting, she lost two of her fighters, while six more were damaged on different levels. One more was slowly gliding away, the brain being killed.
She scowled. Not bad, not bad at all, but her fighters had a very sharp turning radius and heavy weapons, as the D-11s were very soon to find out.

Bowman Leader barely gave himself time to watch the aerial engagement as he and his two wingmen observed from up above. The abyssal Mark III fighter planes had got the upper hand on the D11s via climbing and shooting from below; however, the nine D11s that broke to the left gave the abyssal fighter planes little to no time left to acquire their targets, and subsequently throwing off their aim. Though just as what Bowman Leader thought he and the other D11s had to do, it was time for him to put the D11's new aerial maneuvers to work.

"Alex, Benton, we're goin' be slashin' pigs. I'll be the bait, you two be the slashers. Aye?" Bowman Leader sternly commanded as he kept his eye on the dogfight below.

"Wilco, sire!" Alex and Benton said almost in unison before veering slightly offset to the left and letting Bowman Leader break left and into the fray, hoping to put the manouver of, 'Slashing the Pig', to the test.

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(Worldbuilding Fact Begins)

Slashing the Pig is a Kraician aerial maneuver adopted for the D11 Jet Fighter, which involves a minimum of two or more D11s. One D11 acted as the bait and luring in an oblivious enemy fighter on their tail, while the other D11 flew not too far away and awaited for the signal to attack. There are two variants of this maneuver that the two or more D11s can use at their disposal when executing this unusual aerial maneuver, Flat or Sideways.

In the Flat variant, the 'bait' essential flew in a relatively stable and straight flight path, and essentially giving the enemy a supposedly good shot at the 'bait'; however, this set-up also gives the 'slasher(s)' down below a good shot at the enemy's underbelly and taking advantage of their underbelly blindspot. When given the signal by the 'bait', the 'slasher(s)' turn (whether their right or left) and climb up using the D11's speed and maneuverability to align the pilot into a climbing underbelly shot at the enemy. Though the 'slasher(s)' have to be careful when climbing up, because if the turning climb is too shallow, they'll overshoot the unsuspecting enemy plane and give them a heads-up as to what's going on; however, if the turning climb is too sharp, the 'slasher(s)' will crash right into the enemy.

In the Sideways variant, using the D11's maneuverability and speed, the 'bait' draws the enemy into a horizontal turning fight; however, amid the enemy's excitement and frustration in turning with the supposedly lonely and vulnerable 'bait', the 'slasher(s)' are flying below the engagement and observing too far away for the best oppurtunity to strike. While there is no signal to be given, and allowing the 'slasher(s)' to use their own discretion, the 'slasher(s)' have to ensure that they time their oncoming turn correctly, otherwise if the turn is too sharp and too late, the 'slasher(s)' will end up passing under the enemy. If the turn is too shallow and too early, the 'slasher(s)' will end up crashing into the enemy or even the 'bait'.

Though once the 'slasher(s)' is in position and already turning to 'slash the pig', the enemy is largely unaware that their underbellies are vulnerable and make for an easy kill to the 'slasher(s)'. The only time the enemy will see the incoming 'slasher(s)' is only if the 'slasher(s)' are attacking from above; however, the enemy pilot barely has enough time to respond and out the 'slasher(s)' line of sight even if he/she spots them. No matter where he/she turns, they'll be in the 'slasher(s)' line of sight until the 'slasher(s)' complete their pass(es).

(Worldbuilding Fact Ends)

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Diving down into the fray, Bowman Leader sees the black blurs of the abyssal fighter aircraft all around him aside from the navy blue and white dazzle camouflage of the D11 fighter jets. Chaos had long erupted between the Kraician fighter jets and the abyssal fighter planes, and due to the high speed of the D11, Bowman Leader found it difficult to see what everyone else was doing - never mind seeing if the other D11 pilots were putting their training to good use. Nevertheless, as Bowman Leader leveled his D11 and avoiding the other planes in the frenzy, Bowman Leader spotted one of the other D11s below him in a right turn; however, the D11 had the unwanted company of an abyssal fighter on their tail.

Bowman Leader knows that he can't get into position to engage the abyssal on the mostly helpless D11 below; however, Bowman Leader may be able to get the abyssal fighter's attention and lure them away. So by diving to the left and positioning himself to pass above the abyssal fighter plane from behind, Bowman Leader gave a burst off from his single underbelly mounted 20mm cannon before speeding away to the left out and away from the chaos. His intention was not exactly to shoot down the bandit, but to divert their attention to him - to which Bowman Leader confirmed as he did a gentle right break to get a better view of his backside, and found the abyssal fighter turning right on his tail.

"Okay chaps, here I come." Bowman Leader notified through his radio headset in his breathing apparatus, "The pig is on its belly, you know what to do."

"Slashers on thy way, sire." Benton replied back with partial confidence and nervousness in his voice.

Bowman Leader looked over his left shoulder for a moment to see if the Abyssal Fighter was on his tail, and sure enough just trailing not too far behind the blistering fast D11, the abyssal was struggling to catch up while maneuvering in for a kill shot. In Bowman Leader's mind, the abyssal fighter planes can adequately dance with the faster and smaller D11; however, giving how fast the D11 could travel for such a small and oddly shaped jet fighter, the D11 was like a souped-up sports bike by comparison, with the abyssal fighter as an upgraded police car being left behind in the dust. Subsequently, Bowman Leader was able to lure the unsuspecting aerial abyssal into a left shallow turn with plenty of distance behind him...not before the abyssal went up in flames moments later as Bowman Alex and Benton pounced from underneath...

Unfortunately, Bowman Leader and his wingmen's celebration were cut short when they heard a transmission from Bowman Harkin...

"I'm hit! I'm hit!"

"Bowman, punch out!" Bowman Leader shouted through his radio headset as he turned back to the aerial chaos to his left and saw one of the navy blue camouflaged D11s burning with a smoke trailing behind them, "Punch out!"

The distant whirring of the burning D11's jet engine was still audible before the pilot - Bowman Harkin - tore his cockpit canopy open and got violently sucked out the moment the cockpit opened. Moments later, upon the pilot horrifically spinning through the air for a second, the burning D11 exploded into a fireball, with nothing left but burning embers and tiny pieces of shrapnel falling to the ocean below. Not surprisingly as Bowman Leader and the others accepted the moment they received their flight training, the D11 small and angular shape and configuration made it a flying bomb similar to an A6M Zero; however, unlike the 300mph prop-driven Zero, the 550mph jet-powered D11 can hold itself together in high-G turns, even after receiving a fatal 20mm shell to its wings or engine...though this was otherwise useless when the aircraft is burning and primed to explode moments later...

Luckily, Bowman Harkin had a parachute on him like any other well-equipped pilot; however, due to the aerial chaos happening all around the D11s, Bowman Harkin waited until he was clear of the fight and underneath the clouds that he would finally deploy his parachute. To the other D11 pilots, Bowman Harkin was considered a downed pilot nevertheless. And Bowman Leader had to follow protocol and confirm the status to his other wingmates, "Harkin is down! Repeat, Harkin is down!"

"Sire, we got one outlaw inbound for Harkin!" Bowman Gordon said in distress for his fellow squad leader.

"Gordon, repledge (reengage)!" Bowman Leader coldly yet sternly barked, "Do not let that outlaw get Harkin!"

"Wilco, sire!" Gordon said as Bowman Leader flew into the fray and happened to find himself in a perfect firing angle underneath another abyssal fighter.

Without wasting his breath or a second, Bowman Leader let the trigger loose on the unsuspecting aerial bogie and past right underneath...only to have a splash of oil from the damaged abyssal splash onto the right of his D11. He only shrugged as he continued his turn and climbing up to dive back down towards the aerial dogfights below...