Of Ships and Kanmusu: A Kancolle RP (Rebooted) IC

[Higher Japan]

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Hast thou not gone against sincerity,
Hast thou not felt ashamed of thy words and deeds,
Hast thou not lacked vigor,
Hast thou exerted all possible efforts,
Hast thou not become slothful

Admiralty Base, OSAC-N, Day 1

"Yes, I understand sir. Of course, I will make sure that nothing goes wrong and-...yes I see, thank you. Goodbye." Setting the phone down carefully, Higashikawa sighed as he turned around, looking out the window from his office which was slightly elevated overlooking the base on a small hill. The base was somewhat modest for something operating in arctic conditions, along the coast were the dry docks that constantly had to pump the ice cold water out while moving inland there was a mess hall placed directly next to the dorms while the supply stores laid a distance away from both sites, isolated into another zone. All along the coast were various forts and machine gun emplacements, on top of rocky terrain and flat beaches respectively. Looking out, he could see the sea was clearing up ever so slightly, ice sheets lesser than they had been when he first came here.

Getting up from his office chair, he looked over to his command staff at another nearby desk, currently taking a break with no active operations beyond the independently routine air patrols as he left to take a stroll outside. At the moment, it was nearly sunrise and he still felt the need to take a walk around the base just to clear his mind and take a break from having to deal with the demands of high command.

"If only they were here, maybe then I could eat a decent meal for once." He thought to himself, strolling around the base. He checked his pocketwatch. It was nearly time for the morning alarm. Although he didn't like it, he knew that the base needed some level of discipline and having an alarm was the only thing he could bear to do so far. Soon, he heard the distinct sound of the bells of the morning alarm along with the morning message.

"Good morning! The sun has now risen, it is the start of a new day. So rise and shine and let's do our best today!"

It was simple but that was more than enough. Walking over to the mess hall, he could vaguely make out what was being made. He still couldn't forget his deployment to the southern sector, where the twins had been posted. As he entered, he took a seat, leaving his green army cap on the table as he got his daily breakfast ration along with milk tea, something the Royal Federation always had in the morning for breakfast. He knew that soon, most other ships would be arriving for their morning rations. He really had to put in that order for them to come up north soon.

[The Selkie]

SDFS Tine. Destroyer Dorm.
Hi, there, new day!
Hi, there, Morning Alert!
Hi, there, new adventures!
Hi, there, bloody, fucking cold!
To introduce myself, I'm SDFS Tine, kanmusu of the SDF-Navy dispatched with currently two other vessels (one of them being the Queen of the Northern Islands her-bloody-self!) to see to the security and continued existance of the Operational Sector Ark Circle - North. I belonged to the Grey Wolf class of Oceangoing Torpedo Boats, thus being stationed in the Destroyer Dorm, where I shared my room with five others.
As a destroyer-sized vessel, I was of course not a tall, busty lady with swinging hips, that made men (and shipboys) go gaga, but... in human terms, I look like around twelve, thirteen, somewhere in that direction. My hair was long, with two strands of deep blue or black framing my face, the rest drawn up into a ponytail, everything behind the band being red, orange and yellow, as if it was on fire, a pair of Tine-ears looking out of my hair. My deep, red eyes were a bit bleary from sleep, but I would manage.
Now, that part taken care of, I peeled myself out of my bed. I was equipped for operations basically everywhere, climate-wise, but that didn't mean, that I particularly enjoyed operating in the Frozen North.
The reason the SDF hadn't sent one of their cruisers was, that they would not be able to use their agility in this mess of a weather. Somehow, we were. We had major advantages over capital ships as well, as the ice sheets made their own turning and everything far more complicated and hindered their options to take routes.
It took a few minutes, but I was rerady to face the day in my usual combination of long, blue training pants, beige shirt over a long undershirt (there was not enough bust (YET!!!) to warrant a bra), and a dark blue jacket.
When I stepped out of the Destroyer Dorm, I had to smile, for there was a girl already standing there, a shy, but very sweet girl in a white dress, pretty and Immaculate, her hair of a very, very light blonde, almost white, her big, blue eyes shining. She cradled a little plushie, that was her most priced posession and would never accompany her onto a deployment.
She was SDFS Sionnach Oighir, for close friends, however... "Foxy, good morning!", I called.
She startled as if I had shot at her (I swear, she is an absolute terror on the battlefield), and froze, the Ice Fox in her fighting between fight and flight. I threw an arm around the girl, that was both my friend (and let there be many things said about SDFS Tine, but not that I leave my friends hanging!) and built for these conditions, much as evolution had adapted the namesake animal, the Ice Fox, to this weather.
She was always an early riser, too.
"Good morning, Tine.", she almost whispered back, the wind nearly loosing her voice. "How was sleeping?"
"Warm and cozy.", I replied with a grin, which was returned with a small, precious smile. "Say, wanna wait for the others and grab a bite to eat together?"
"That'd be nice."

SDFS Imeall, en route to the Mess Hall.
They call the Queen of the Northern Islands.
SDFS Imeall, sometimes SDFAS Imeall, Leaba-class Destroyer Tender, specilized in the care for small vessels. Second to last in the 1936 Rua Port Rally, loyal and steadfast defender of the Northern Islands and the Free Lands, veteran of the Second Vellenge War in 1983, supporter of communities and their personal heroine, especially in the winter 42-43, which was the strongest winter since ever before and ever since, and a few other things.
People could think, that I was a good flagship, or at least a good candidate, but in truth... I was not. I didn't think so and I would never dispute any of the rulings given by the Admiralty.
Tall, slender, not with the curves usually associated with Selkie-Women (or their shipgirls), I had short white-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in a school uniform (Claí High School in Launceston, the city I was built in before Silverport switched to military shipbuilding) of a white shirt with a grey-blue ribbon in lieu of a tie, a grey double-breasted jacket, a pleated and plaid skirt with a checkerboard pattern, black stockings and black shoes - completed by a long, light grey duffel coat, which I usually wore open.
My appearance was not remarkable, I thought, but I was very proud of my clear and beautiful voice.
When the Morning Alert came in, I had been practicing my singing a bit in a warehouse as to not disrupt any of my comrades, but now, I was hungry, entering the mess hall and quickly closing the door behind me.
I was not the first.
"Good morning, Higashikawa.", I greeted our flagship as I entered, nodding to him. He was a nice chap and a good flagship, if one asked me. A prudent choice. But I would not try anything with him, other then maybe a friendship. I'd say, that we had a good work-relationship, though. I passed him on my way to the buffet, asking over my shoulder: "Anything we should be aware of?"

[Sleet Clans]

UCN Amaryyi, Battleship Dorms
With several pops and a quick stretch, the fourth sister of the Iperikas-class awoke to the sound of the alarms going off. Getting to the base had been a pain due to all the ice and the cold as hell weather, but Amaryyi could hardly complain: She was here now, and if High Naval Command really thought that sending one of their battleships to the icy north was a good idea, then who was she to question their decision? Besides, she would have Abyssals to kill, and just thinking about it made the Sleetavian's blood boil for the death and fury she was going to unleashed on those fu-

Not now, not now damnit! You need food!, the more rational part of her brain screamed at her. As she tied her hair back into her twin ponytails, she did realize that she was, in fact, very hungry. A cafeteria was right next to the dorms however, and it was there that she would sate her bloodlu-hunger, damnit! Now fully dressed, Amaryyi proceeded out of the battleship dorms and into the cafeteria, quickly grabbing whatever looked tasty before looking for a place to sit. Spying Higashikawa, the current flagship at the base, sitting and talking to (Amaryyi struggled to remember the other girl's name for a second) Imeall, the battleship walked over with her tray full of food and took a seat next to the flagship. ''I'd have to say the same thing here. There anything we need to know?'' She inquired as she sat down.

[Higher Japan]

SDFS Tine. Destroyer Dorm.
Hi, there, new day!
Hi, there, Morning Alert!
Hi, there, new adventures!
Hi, there, bloody, fucking cold!
To introduce myself, I'm SDFS Tine, kanmusu of the SDF-Navy dispatched with currently two other vessels (one of them being the Queen of the Northern Islands her-bloody-self!) to see to the security and continued existance of the Operational Sector Ark Circle - North. I belonged to the Grey Wolf class of Oceangoing Torpedo Boats, thus being stationed in the Destroyer Dorm, where I shared my room with five others.
As a destroyer-sized vessel, I was of course not a tall, busty lady with swinging hips, that made men (and shipboys) go gaga, but... in human terms, I look like around twelve, thirteen, somewhere in that direction. My hair was long, with two strands of deep blue or black framing my face, the rest drawn up into a ponytail, everything behind the band being red, orange and yellow, as if it was on fire, a pair of Tine-ears looking out of my hair. My deep, red eyes were a bit bleary from sleep, but I would manage.
Now, that part taken care of, I peeled myself out of my bed. I was equipped for operations basically everywhere, climate-wise, but that didn't mean, that I particularly enjoyed operating in the Frozen North.
The reason the SDF hadn't sent one of their cruisers was, that they would not be able to use their agility in this mess of a weather. Somehow, we were. We had major advantages over capital ships as well, as the ice sheets made their own turning and everything far more complicated and hindered their options to take routes.
It took a few minutes, but I was rerady to face the day in my usual combination of long, blue training pants, beige shirt over a long undershirt (there was not enough bust (YET!!!) to warrant a bra), and a dark blue jacket.
When I stepped out of the Destroyer Dorm, I had to smile, for there was a girl already standing there, a shy, but very sweet girl in a white dress, pretty and Immaculate, her hair of a very, very light blonde, almost white, her big, blue eyes shining. She cradled a little plushie, that was her most priced posession and would never accompany her onto a deployment.
She was SDFS Sionnach Oighir, for close friends, however... "Foxy, good morning!", I called.
She startled as if I had shot at her (I swear, she is an absolute terror on the battlefield), and froze, the Ice Fox in her fighting between fight and flight. I threw an arm around the girl, that was both my friend (and let there be many things said about SDFS Tine, but not that I leave my friends hanging!) and built for these conditions, much as evolution had adapted the namesake animal, the Ice Fox, to this weather.
She was always an early riser, too.
"Good morning, Tine.", she almost whispered back, the wind nearly loosing her voice. "How was sleeping?"
"Warm and cozy.", I replied with a grin, which was returned with a small, precious smile. "Say, wanna wait for the others and grab a bite to eat together?"
"That'd be nice."

SDFS Imeall, en route to the Mess Hall.
They call the Queen of the Northern Islands.
SDFS Imeall, sometimes SDFAS Imeall, Leaba-class Destroyer Tender, specilized in the care for small vessels. Second to last in the 1936 Rua Port Rally, loyal and steadfast defender of the Northern Islands and the Free Lands, veteran of the Second Vellenge War in 1983, supporter of communities and their personal heroine, especially in the winter 42-43, which was the strongest winter since ever before and ever since, and a few other things.
People could think, that I was a good flagship, or at least a good candidate, but in truth... I was not. I didn't think so and I would never dispute any of the rulings given by the Admiralty.
Tall, slender, not with the curves usually associated with Selkie-Women (or their shipgirls), I had short white-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in a school uniform (Claí High School in Launceston, the city I was built in before Silverport switched to military shipbuilding) of a white shirt with a grey-blue ribbon in lieu of a tie, a grey double-breasted jacket, a pleated and plaid skirt with a checkerboard pattern, black stockings and black shoes - completed by a long, light grey duffel coat, which I usually wore open.
My appearance was not remarkable, I thought, but I was very proud of my clear and beautiful voice.
When the Morning Alert came in, I had been practicing my singing a bit in a warehouse as to not disrupt any of my comrades, but now, I was hungry, entering the mess hall and quickly closing the door behind me.
I was not the first.
"Good morning, Higashikawa.", I greeted our flagship as I entered, nodding to him. He was a nice chap and a good flagship, if one asked me. A prudent choice. But I would not try anything with him, other then maybe a friendship. I'd say, that we had a good work-relationship, though. I passed him on my way to the buffet, asking over my shoulder: "Anything we should be aware of?"

UCN Amaryyi, Battleship Dorms
With several pops and a quick stretch, the fourth sister of the Iperikas-class awoke to the sound of the alarms going off. Getting to the base had been a pain due to all the ice and the cold as hell weather, but Amaryyi could hardly complain: She was here now, and if High Naval Command really thought that sending one of their battleships to the icy north was a good idea, then who was she to question their decision? Besides, she would have Abyssals to kill, and just thinking about it made the Sleetavian's blood boil for the death and fury she was going to unleashed on those fu-

Not now, not now damnit! You need food!, the more rational part of her brain screamed at her. As she tied her hair back into her twin ponytails, she did realize that she was, in fact, very hungry. A cafeteria was right next to the dorms however, and it was there that she would sate her bloodlu-hunger, damnit! Now fully dressed, Amaryyi proceeded out of the battleship dorms and into the cafeteria, quickly grabbing whatever looked tasty before looking for a place to sit. Spying Higashikawa, the current flagship at the base, sitting and talking to (Amaryyi struggled to remember the other girl's name for a second) Imeall, the battleship walked over with her tray full of food and took a seat next to the flagship. ''I'd have to say the same thing here. There anything we need to know?'' She inquired as she sat down.

IHJN Higashikawa

"Good morning to you Imeall, and you too Amaryyi." He casually said, taking a sip of his milk tea after a few quick stirs as he looked straight ahead for a moment, almost as if in deep thought. "Let's see, today's work...supply convoys are coming in by air for the next few days so no escort or patrols required off the coast or into the ocean...operations most likely won't commence for a few more days until the weather and ice both clear up...patrol missions so far are supplemented by the air base so there's no need for them. In short, today's a free day so you're free to do anything you want. Although high command does want results so if you wish to perform any patrols or expeditions please inform me or my command staff beforehand."

[The Selkie]

IHJN Higashikawa

"Good morning to you Imeall, and you too Amaryyi." He casually said, taking a sip of his milk tea after a few quick stirs as he looked straight ahead for a moment, almost as if in deep thought. "Let's see, today's work...supply convoys are coming in by air for the next few days so no escort or patrols required off the coast or into the ocean...operations most likely won't commence for a few more days until the weather and ice both clear up...patrol missions so far are supplemented by the air base so there's no need for them. In short, today's a free day so you're free to do anything you want. Although high command does want results so if you wish to perform any patrols or expeditions please inform me or my command staff beforehand."

Imeall. Mess Hall.
I nodded to the battleship, Amaryyi of the Iperikas-class - I didn't have much to do with her until now, mainly because I was a Destroyer Tender and she a Battleship, but if I had to go by the reputation of the Sleetians, she would feel right at home amongst the Second Flight Cailleach-class Light Cruisers.
"A free day, huh?", I mused. That was kind-of unexpected. Sure, that supplies would be coming in by air was clear with this weather, but I would have guessed, that they'd at least have us conduct a general look around the block... on the other hand, they wanted results.
It was not as if I had nothing to do, though, I was studying a few songs and I was thinking about trying to set up a singing school (planning stages, nothing official yet) for those interested, so that we had something to focus on, but I had actually thought, that those things would be taken care of in due time.
With a free day - the options were limitless!
"That means, that we can eat our breakfast in peace!", I said with a small smile, which was rare enough, turning towards the meal in question and speaking a short prayer of gratitude towards Rhiannon (the Goddess, not the cruiser). Looking up again, I added: "Though, I'm sure, that some will go to bed again upon hearing the good news."

[Sleet Clans]

-snip-

UCN Amaryyi
''A free day, huh?'' Amaryyi replied. To be truthful, she was a bit disappointing nothing particularly exciting was happening today, but she could bear with that. The other days held promises of battle, something that she was looking forward to!

But for now, today was a day of sitting back and doing nothing, something the battleship could deal with. She had no intention of going back to sleep, once she was up she usually stayed up. This also meant that she had no clue what the hell she was gonna do today. The only thing that had been going through her mind was finally getting to kill some Abyssal freaks, but now that she knew nothing was planned that involved explosions, she was at a loss.

''....damnit, I have no idea what I'm gonna do now.'' Amaryyi admitted, staring up at the ceiling with blank eyes.

[Fantrum]

Warm beaches, palm trees, glistening blue water, a cool drink in my hand... and just like that, reveille shattered my wonderful dream. I cracked my eyes open just a tiny bit and stared at the overhead, honestly debating if I should get up or not. Of course, I couldnt just lay about all day like some kind of battleship, I had to get moving.

With a groan and a curse, I rolled out of bed and landed neatly on my feet. Since I was in the heavy cruiser dorm by myself, Id elected to take a top bunk for my own, as was my right by first dibs. Still, the room felt... cold, and lonely... and I found myself quietly hoping Id get a roommate sooner rather than later. Some people would rejoice if they had their own solitary living space, but the life of a kanmusu was a social one, as a rule we operated as fleets, so you got used to being surrounded by people you either loved or hated. But either way, unless you were a submarine, which I wasnt, you would find yourself in almost constant contact with others.

I supposed I should enjoy the quiet while I could, but I was too tired for introspective appraisals, so instead I got ready for the day. Groggily I pulled on my uniform, Fantrum navy whites with a few modifications, I was wearing pants today instead of my normal skirt, on account of the rutting cold, and I wore a small blue watch cap. Making sure the blue ribbon I wore halfway down my knee length blond hair was secure in place, I opened the door to my room and stepped through.

The dorms were blessedly heated, but the second I stepped outside I was greeted with a blast of cold air to the face. That did a good job of waking me up, something about little needles stabbing my green eyes motivated me to make a bee line for the chow hall, so I trudged my miserable ass over there as quickly as my freezing legs could carry me.

Like any good Fantrum Navy ship, I ran on coffee. It didnt have to be good coffee, in fact, Id had some pretty nasty slop before, but at its base coffee was still just coffee. Couple the early wake up call with a late night arrival last night and a few hours trying to get situated, and I practically threw myself into the chow hall and preformed a perfect body rush of the coffee machine. Only when the glorious black fluid was warming my hands did I bother stopping to look around.

The hall was mostly empty aside from a group of people sitting off to the side, and I vaguely remembered nearly bowling over a pair of small girls on my way to the salvation of the chow hall. After a quick stop to grab some bacon and eggs, I walked closer to the trio, eyeing each of them as I slowly made my way to them.

One was obviously a battleship, and I took an instant dislike of her, I couldnt help it, there was something about battleships that really rubbed me the wrong way. The other two... I couldnt place the girl, she wasnt a destroyer, but she wasnt exactly a cruiser either. The man however, a small part of my brain, the one reserved for naval formalities, kicked in as it recognized my new boss.

Finally reaching the table, I gave the flagship a curt salute before taking the last seat at the table. "Good morning, Secretary ship," Id had to report to him last night when Id arrived, but aside from the normal pleasantries, nothing of importance had been exchanged. "And good morning," I directed at the other girl (Imeall), "Im Glorious, third ship of the Expedition class of large cruisers." As I prattled off the well used line, I took intermittent sips from my wonderful cup of life, "But you can all call me Glory," With a gulp, I finished my still searing hot coffee and smiled as I felt the life spread through my body, "Its wonderful to meet you all!"

[Kraicia]

HLFFS Blákksdorff
Light Cruiser Dorms

Blake's alarm slowly buzzed to life, gradually bringing its owner to life as he slowly applied his hand on the 'snooze' button with an analogue click. The technologically advanced light cruiser slowly arose from his bed sheets, surprisingly dressed in nothing more than a white tank top and underpants. At 6'0ft tall, Blake would've been mistaken for a heavy cruiser if not for his absence of armor and light armament - quadruple-barreled 6in gun turrets were deceptively beefy after all.

While no yawn escaped his lips, Blake made a groan as he momentarily stretched his back and exited from his bed. Slowly as he got himself dressed into his black and green Kraician military uniform, he remembered what he been doing in the past 24 hours. He was transferred by the High Kraician Fleethood to a naval base somewhere in the arctic parts of the world, which was nothing new given that Blake was already familiar with cold and frigid environments, especially ice and rain.

The northern Kraician islands were the coldest, given their location close to Iceland and Greenland. As if straddled along the North American and Eurasian fault line wasn't enough for the Kraician archipelago, it was already worse enough in the northern islands that Kraicia would have to cope with cold and raging storms plus ice and snow. So when Blake was directed by the High Kracian Fleethood to be transferred to this base, he was unsurprised to learn about the ice and snow here.

But because of his journey to the naval base, he was initially exhausted; however, it was only as he finished getting dressed that he was hungry. In place of his stoic silence, he hoped that the mess hall contain something that wasn't too filling and weigh him down. So upon securing the last of his clothing - his peaked cap and black dress shoes - and fastening his white gloves, he made his way to the mess hall. If no one knew better, he looked like he was wearing a black admiral uniform.

When he made his way to the mess hall, he noticed two of the battleships among the room, one of whom was the familiar flagship among the base itself. One of the destroyer tenders were also there as well in the mess hall, supplemented by a destroyer of the same nationality as the destroyer tender. Speaking of destroyer tenders, it was only as Blake walked over and got together his food, that he was greeted to a familiar voice behind him, one that he was half expecting at the moment.

"Oh, ínhver er að leita skörp an tilbüin." Gibson Grover whistled in Holtlandic, shamelessly letting a bit of his 'Americanized' accent seep into his words.

"Fyrir þig ... i augnablikinu." Blake quietly yet bluntly replied back, turning his attention to the 5'8ft tall Kraician helicopter carrier behind him getting his tray of food together as well before proceeding to get to an empty table nearby.

"Þu lítur mest Þÿska, þu veist. Blondhár an blaugu að vera genö." Gibson snorkeled as he sat down to the left of the Kraician light cruiser, "An hyyr er je með blákkshár an grönaugu."

"Je er ekki viss um hvernig allir aðrir hugsa." Blake shrugged shamelessly as he took a bite of food, which turned out to be an English Breakfast to be exact, "Það er ef þeir geta talað Holtlensku."

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• (1). "Oh, ínhver er að leita skörp an tilbüin." = "Oh, someone is looking sharp and ready."
• (2). "Fyrir þig ... i augnablikinu." = "For you ... at the moment."
• (3). "Þu lítur mest Þÿska, þu veist. Blondhár an blaugu að vera genö. An hyyr er je með blákkshár an grönaugu." = "You look the most German, you know. Blonde hair and blue eyes to be exact. And here I am with black hair and green eyes."
• (4). "Je er ekki viss um hvernig allir aðrir hugsa. Það er ef þeir geta talað Holtlensku." = "I'm not sure how everyone else thinks. That is if they can speak Holtlandic."

[The Cross and Davids Star]

MNC Locust

Mess Hall

I am not sure why I was ordered to redeploy to this... frozen landscape that is the Arctic Base, though Prophet seemed rather insistant that I was the best pick for the job, though something told me that he didn’t want to be out here in the cold. I wouldn’t blame him, as my interior themometer showed temperatures well below the freezing point, though because I am not organic, but rather a synthetic combat machine, the freezing cold didn’t bother me in the slightest.

As I looked around, the cameras that could be considered my eyes identified my allies, many of them from countries that had sent ships to my previous base, though none of them were from my creators’ homeland, which saddened me. Sometimes I wished that I didn’t go through with installing those emotion programs, though it would bring me closer to being considered human. As such, I sat alone in the far corner of the hall, simply looking at my rations, which I didn’t need, as I didn’t have the limitations of hunger that the others had. Sure, I could go talk later, but right now, I was content with being alone with my thoughts.

[Hashirajima]

Dreadnought Dorms

The nightmare ended, as usual, with her jerking awake. It was the same as usual, just the cold depths of the Sea of Okhotsk grasping her tightly as she was dragged downwards. Still, unlike the previous occurrences, the cold didn't subside but merely transmute into a chilly breeze. Shivering slightly, the shipgirl gaze up at the unfamiliar ceiling as she drew her covers closer around her. Erimo didn't like the cold, no thank you very much. She was perfectly fine being stationed in Sasebo and would like to go back too, thank you very much. Still, orders were orders. The monitor finally settled down enough to attempt to drag herself out of bed. First thing on her to-do list today? Shut the windows.

That task was rendered moot when the windows slammed shut by themselves. Peering out of her little cocoon, the shipgirl spotted a white blazer blocking the offending opening, turning around to reveal ... the more lackadaisical- and scatterbrained - of the twins which came along with her for this assignment. "Really now, Ericchi! Did you forget we're up north now? Come on along, breakie's waiting!" And without waiting for a reply, the gunboat shipgirl by the name of Matsumae sauntered out. As Erimo finally shuffled towards the bathroom, she could hear the other twin - Goryokaku - chewing out her sister. Their voices grew fainter, probably as they headed out of the dormitories. With that in mind, the sullen monitor hurried along with her morning routine, before trotting out towards food.

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Mess Hall

Looking at the spread on display, the relatively petite shipgirl spared a glance at the battleship seated a way back, and tugged at her kimono self-consciously. Really, putting her together with proper capital ships! The admiral of this base must surely be mistaken, she's nothing like them. Far less impressive, mhm. Settling for a simple bowl of cornflakes, she barely topped it off with milk before she was dragged off. Ah yes, Matsumae again. Oh well, at least the girl had coffee on hand. As she made the short trip to the table that the twins commandeered for their morning meal, she noted - for the nth time - that really she's barely 5cm taller those two.

And they are tiny, 140cm-short gunboats. Oh well.

[The Selkie]

-snip-

UCN Amaryyi
''A free day, huh?'' Amaryyi replied. To be truthful, she was a bit disappointing nothing particularly exciting was happening today, but she could bear with that. The other days held promises of battle, something that she was looking forward to!

But for now, today was a day of sitting back and doing nothing, something the battleship could deal with. She had no intention of going back to sleep, once she was up she usually stayed up. This also meant that she had no clue what the hell she was gonna do today. The only thing that had been going through her mind was finally getting to kill some Abyssal freaks, but now that she knew nothing was planned that involved explosions, she was at a loss.

''....damnit, I have no idea what I'm gonna do now.'' Amaryyi admitted, staring up at the ceiling with blank eyes.

Warm beaches, palm trees, glistening blue water, a cool drink in my hand... and just like that, reveille shattered my wonderful dream. I cracked my eyes open just a tiny bit and stared at the overhead, honestly debating if I should get up or not. Of course, I couldnt just lay about all day like some kind of battleship, I had to get moving.

With a groan and a curse, I rolled out of bed and landed neatly on my feet. Since I was in the heavy cruiser dorm by myself, Id elected to take a top bunk for my own, as was my right by first dibs. Still, the room felt... cold, and lonely... and I found myself quietly hoping Id get a roommate sooner rather than later. Some people would rejoice if they had their own solitary living space, but the life of a kanmusu was a social one, as a rule we operated as fleets, so you got used to being surrounded by people you either loved or hated. But either way, unless you were a submarine, which I wasnt, you would find yourself in almost constant contact with others.

I supposed I should enjoy the quiet while I could, but I was too tired for introspective appraisals, so instead I got ready for the day. Groggily I pulled on my uniform, Fantrum navy whites with a few modifications, I was wearing pants today instead of my normal skirt, on account of the rutting cold, and I wore a small blue watch cap. Making sure the blue ribbon I wore halfway down my knee length blond hair was secure in place, I opened the door to my room and stepped through.

The dorms were blessedly heated, but the second I stepped outside I was greeted with a blast of cold air to the face. That did a good job of waking me up, something about little needles stabbing my green eyes motivated me to make a bee line for the chow hall, so I trudged my miserable ass over there as quickly as my freezing legs could carry me.

Like any good Fantrum Navy ship, I ran on coffee. It didnt have to be good coffee, in fact, Id had some pretty nasty slop before, but at its base coffee was still just coffee. Couple the early wake up call with a late night arrival last night and a few hours trying to get situated, and I practically threw myself into the chow hall and preformed a perfect body rush of the coffee machine. Only when the glorious black fluid was warming my hands did I bother stopping to look around.

The hall was mostly empty aside from a group of people sitting off to the side, and I vaguely remembered nearly bowling over a pair of small girls on my way to the salvation of the chow hall. After a quick stop to grab some bacon and eggs, I walked closer to the trio, eyeing each of them as I slowly made my way to them.

One was obviously a battleship, and I took an instant dislike of her, I couldnt help it, there was something about battleships that really rubbed me the wrong way. The other two... I couldnt place the girl, she wasnt a destroyer, but she wasnt exactly a cruiser either. The man however, a small part of my brain, the one reserved for naval formalities, kicked in as it recognized my new boss.

Finally reaching the table, I gave the flagship a curt salute before taking the last seat at the table. "Good morning, Secretary ship," Id had to report to him last night when Id arrived, but aside from the normal pleasantries, nothing of importance had been exchanged. "And good morning," I directed at the other girl (Imeall), "Im Glorious, third ship of the Expedition class of large cruisers." As I prattled off the well used line, I took intermittent sips from my wonderful cup of life, "But you can all call me Glory," With a gulp, I finished my still searing hot coffee and smiled as I felt the life spread through my body, "Its wonderful to meet you all!"

SDFS Imeall, Mess Hall.
I looked at Amaryyi with a bit of a weird impression, I must admit, but I was still chewing, so one had to forgive me. I had an idea, which we might be able to sell as a teambuilding excercise as well and which would be interesting to see in motion as well.
But before I could even swallow my bite, we had another new arrival, a larger cruiser, or smaller battleship, by the looks of it. One, that had stormed in and beelined for the coffeemaker, and who was now saluting our boss, throwing a greeting into my direction, but not into Amaryyi's.
Strange.
I swallowed.
"Good morning as well, Glorious.", I said, my mouth now free, not willing to use the battleship's nickname right away, "I'm SDFS Imeall, Leaba-class Destroyer Tender, SDF-Navy. The pleasure is mine. Please, have a seat!" My invitation was accompanied by me motioning for her to sit down, if she wanted.
I would have to remember to speak to Amaryyi about my idea after breakfast.

SDFS Tine, by the Destroyer Dorms.
We were en route to the Mess Hall by now, after we were nearly run over by some cruiser or whatever she was supposed to be, Foxy scared out of her wits by the experience. Yes, we are small vessels, we get it, but that's no reason to make roadkill out of us!
I was steaming with anger, despite Foxy trying to get me off of it...
We had seen a few others on their way to the mess hall, a few people from Kraicia, from Hashirajima - others I did not recognize. One of the boys looked kind-of cute, I must admit.
But still, I was angry, but Foxy gave me the time to cool off by simply walking slowly. I didn't want to leave her alone, so we walked side by side in through the freezing cold. It was, where she was most comfortable, after all.
Maybe someone more polite would come along, soon?

[Kraicia]

SDFS Imeall, Mess Hall.
I looked at Amaryyi with a bit of a weird impression, I must admit, but I was still chewing, so one had to forgive me. I had an idea, which we might be able to sell as a teambuilding excercise as well and which would be interesting to see in motion as well.
But before I could even swallow my bite, we had another new arrival, a larger cruiser, or smaller battleship, by the looks of it. One, that had stormed in and beelined for the coffeemaker, and who was now saluting our boss, throwing a greeting into my direction, but not into Amaryyi's.
Strange.
I swallowed.
"Good morning as well, Glorious.", I said, my mouth now free, not willing to use the battleship's nickname right away, "I'm SDFS Imeall, Leaba-class Destroyer Tender, SDF-Navy. The pleasure is mine. Please, have a seat!" My invitation was accompanied by me motioning for her to sit down, if she wanted.
I would have to remember to speak to Amaryyi about my idea after breakfast.

SDFS Tine, by the Destroyer Dorms.
We were en route to the Mess Hall by now, after we were nearly run over by some cruiser or whatever she was supposed to be, Foxy scared out of her wits by the experience. Yes, we are small vessels, we get it, but that's no reason to make roadkill out of us!
I was steaming with anger, despite Foxy trying to get me off of it...
We had seen a few others on their way to the mess hall, a few people from Kraicia, from Hashirajima - others I did not recognize. One of the boys looked kind-of cute, I must admit.
But still, I was angry, but Foxy gave me the time to cool off by simply walking slowly. I didn't want to leave her alone, so we walked side by side in through the freezing cold. It was, where she was most comfortable, after all.
Maybe someone more polite would come along, soon?

HLFFS Gibson Grover
Mess Hall

While Blákksdorff's had his English-like breakfast, Gibson had a more heartier yet simpler meal - hash and veggie omelet. This arctic base was as cold like in Iceland and the northern islands of Kraicia, something that Gibson was all too familiar with like the other Kraician ships. A diet rich in fat and protein was a necessity in such cold environments, whom Gibson and Blake knew too well as they ate; however, that didn't mean Gibson gave up on stirring a conversation with the seemingly 'muted' light cruiser.

"Þessir tveir machur líta kunnuglegt." Gibson budded as he scooped a forkful of hash and omelet.

"Hver?" Blake frowned slightly as he took a bite from his last slice of potato bread, which was slightly drenched in egg yolk.

"Selkilendinga." Gibson passively gestured to the two Selkie destroyers (SDFS Tine and Foxy) with the side of his fork, "Je sá þessa tvo Selkilendinga daginn áður."

Blake only finished to devour his last slice of potato bread, leaving only a quarter of an over easy egg on his plate. The two Kraician sauerkraut, plus the small serving of mushrooms and tomatoes was long gone, peacefully devoured moments ago from the Kraician light cruiser. Honestly, Blake didn't care much about taking a gander at two foreign shipgirls, not when a meeting or briefing was going to be held soon for all ships, which was why he said nothing as the Kraician helicopter carrier rambled on.

"Aber verdammt, þessi annar kona átti að hágja á syyr."

"Nichtpansaðufreggata?" Blake bluntly question as he forked and devoured the last of his over easy egg, regarding the cruiser who made a beeline for the coffee (FNS Glorious).

"Ja, hun rifin naastum þá tveir machur bara að fá smá kaffe." Gibson nodded without going for another forkful of food.

"Gibson, það er eitthvað sem heitir, kaffisuð." Blake shrugged as he slowly sipped his Kraician black tea, "Það getur vakið þig hraðar en tyy."

"Ef það er svo, af hverju ekki að drekka kaffe?"

Blake was finishing another sip of his black tea before quietly clearing his throat and replying back, "Ínfalt. Þu dekk haigar, aber endast lengur."

"Ah, touche." Gibson shrugged in English, though not to mention that his hybrid Holtlandic-American accent became obvious.

"Hvad?"

"Uh, nichts." Gibson then promptly finished his food before getting up to put his tray away, leaving Blake to himself as he sipped his black tea.

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• (1). "Þessir tveir machur líta kunnuglegt." = "Those two lasses look familiar." (Gibson)
• (2). "Hver?" = "Who?" (Blake)
• (3). "Selkilendinga. Je sá þessa tvo Selkilendinga daginn áður." = "The Selkie-landers. I seen those two Selkie-landers the day before."
• (4). "Aber verdammt, þessi annar kona átti að hágja á syyr." = "But damn, that woman should slow down."
• (5). "Nichtpansaðufreggata?" = "The unarmored frigate?" = "The battlecruiser?"
• (6). "Ja, hun rifin naastum þá tveir machur bara að fá smá kaffe." = "Yeah, she nearly demolished those two girls just to get some coffee."
• (7). "Gibson, það er eitthvað sem heitir, kaffisuð. Það getur vakið þig hraðar en tyy." = "Gibson, there's a thing called, coffee buzz. It can wake you up faster than tea."
• (8). "Ef það er svo, af hverju ekki að drekka kaffe?" = "If that is so, why not drink coffee?"
• (9). "Ínfalt. Þu dekk haigar, aber endast lengur." = "Simple. You tire slowly, but last longer."
• (10). "Hvad?" = "What?"
• (11). "Uh, nichts." = "Uh, nothing."

[Sleet Clans]

UCN Amaryyi
Snapped out of her half-assed staring contest with the ceiling by the new arrivals now pouring into the mess hall and now approaching, Amaryyi figured that if she couldn't blow up a bunch of Abyssals for the day, she might as well start getting to know a few of the others on base, starting with the battlecruiser (Glorious) who had just been introduced by Imeall.

"Oh hey, UCN Amaryyi of the United Confederate Navy here. Just gonna say, if you were hoping for action today you're gonna be dissapointed. Its a free day today", the battleship said to Glorious, also filling him in on what (Or a lack of what) was going on currently.

[Rustyal]

R.N.V. Moskovskaya
Dreadnought dorms -> Messhall

Only one word could describe how Moskovskaya looked now- Juggernaut. While that doesn't exactly make sense, she always had that rather menacing glimmer in her eye, no matter if she needed seventeen gallons of coffee or if she looked ready for a date. As she yawned, she would sit up in her bed, and turning her back left and right- causing a massive series of crackles to shoot up her spine. She shuddered at that- it was a bit overdone even by her standards, but hey, the slight relief helped.

Almost like clockwork, she would start up her morning proceedure- making herself atleast somewhat presentable over time, even deciding to wear some signal flags along her ushanka just to make things a little more interesting. Doesn't matter much anyway. It didn't take too long for her to get into her usual outfit, as there was no smalltalk to occupy her. I mean, why would there be? Moskov isn't the most approachable of shipgirls, no matter how good her uh... features, looked.

She would make her way to the messhall, with only one thing in mind: Coffee. This whole timezone garbage has taken her a while to get used to, she generally is way too tired for anything that goes on. Food would be optional for her around now. But, as she stepped inside, she could barely bring herself to make eye contact with anyone. I mean, why would she? There are more important matt- ...Why does eye contact even matter? Moskov, shush. Less thinking, more coffee.

After getting two mugs full of coffee, she would sit down and take out her phone, taking gradual sips of her beverages over time as she caught up with anything she had online.

[Higher Japan]

Warm beaches, palm trees, glistening blue water, a cool drink in my hand... and just like that, reveille shattered my wonderful dream. I cracked my eyes open just a tiny bit and stared at the overhead, honestly debating if I should get up or not. Of course, I couldnt just lay about all day like some kind of battleship, I had to get moving.

With a groan and a curse, I rolled out of bed and landed neatly on my feet. Since I was in the heavy cruiser dorm by myself, Id elected to take a top bunk for my own, as was my right by first dibs. Still, the room felt... cold, and lonely... and I found myself quietly hoping Id get a roommate sooner rather than later. Some people would rejoice if they had their own solitary living space, but the life of a kanmusu was a social one, as a rule we operated as fleets, so you got used to being surrounded by people you either loved or hated. But either way, unless you were a submarine, which I wasnt, you would find yourself in almost constant contact with others.

I supposed I should enjoy the quiet while I could, but I was too tired for introspective appraisals, so instead I got ready for the day. Groggily I pulled on my uniform, Fantrum navy whites with a few modifications, I was wearing pants today instead of my normal skirt, on account of the rutting cold, and I wore a small blue watch cap. Making sure the blue ribbon I wore halfway down my knee length blond hair was secure in place, I opened the door to my room and stepped through.

The dorms were blessedly heated, but the second I stepped outside I was greeted with a blast of cold air to the face. That did a good job of waking me up, something about little needles stabbing my green eyes motivated me to make a bee line for the chow hall, so I trudged my miserable ass over there as quickly as my freezing legs could carry me.

Like any good Fantrum Navy ship, I ran on coffee. It didnt have to be good coffee, in fact, Id had some pretty nasty slop before, but at its base coffee was still just coffee. Couple the early wake up call with a late night arrival last night and a few hours trying to get situated, and I practically threw myself into the chow hall and preformed a perfect body rush of the coffee machine. Only when the glorious black fluid was warming my hands did I bother stopping to look around.

The hall was mostly empty aside from a group of people sitting off to the side, and I vaguely remembered nearly bowling over a pair of small girls on my way to the salvation of the chow hall. After a quick stop to grab some bacon and eggs, I walked closer to the trio, eyeing each of them as I slowly made my way to them.

One was obviously a battleship, and I took an instant dislike of her, I couldnt help it, there was something about battleships that really rubbed me the wrong way. The other two... I couldnt place the girl, she wasnt a destroyer, but she wasnt exactly a cruiser either. The man however, a small part of my brain, the one reserved for naval formalities, kicked in as it recognized my new boss.

Finally reaching the table, I gave the flagship a curt salute before taking the last seat at the table. "Good morning, Secretary ship," Id had to report to him last night when Id arrived, but aside from the normal pleasantries, nothing of importance had been exchanged. "And good morning," I directed at the other girl (Imeall), "Im Glorious, third ship of the Expedition class of large cruisers." As I prattled off the well used line, I took intermittent sips from my wonderful cup of life, "But you can all call me Glory," With a gulp, I finished my still searing hot coffee and smiled as I felt the life spread through my body, "Its wonderful to meet you all!"

IHJN Higashikawa

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Higashikawa said, smiling slightly as he finished up the last of his daily tea rations before he slipped his cap on. By now more of the base's crew and ships were flowing in for breakfast and it was time for him to begin his morning routine. Walking out of the mess hall, he began to mentally list down the things he needed to do today. So far no patrols were needed, no sorties to be done so he really did have a free day for once. That was until a seaplane came flying down towards him, dropping off a small letter as he opened it.

"I see, so they're coming here soon." Higashikawa muttered to himself as he kept the piece of paper in his breast pocket, straightening his cap before heading out to the training fields. Back in his office his crew was still hard at work, filtering out important and lesser important messages for him to read upon returning to the office. Over at the training fields, Higashikawa stood in his rigging, ceremonial Katana sheathed completely in what looked like a solid block as he looked to the sky. "Orange spots." He thought to himself, slowly gaining speed as his guns pointed upwards before firing, the steady sound of his cannons firing sounding through the base accompanied by the sound of training aircraft flying about.

[The South Falls]

SFN HEvonston
”A-ah! No! Nono! Please, no, don’t put a hand on him! I’ll do anything, just don’t put a hand on him!”

“BOOM!”

”N-noooooo, noooooo!

The Hevonston jolted awake, drawing the covers further over himself, and trying to bring himself deeper into his pillow. Hot tears streamed from his eyes, remembering the battles of WWII. He shook in bed, crying into his pillow, a stain widening as he continued to cry. The tears were silent, however, so he could get away with it. While his mood was still bad, he tried to dull his pain, and go on with his life. ”Come on! You can’t get anywhere here without happiness! happythoughtshappythoughtshappythoughts!”

The SFN Hevonston rolled himself out of bed. Feet bare, and socks on the desk, the cold hit him like a wave. ”Agh, agh! Goddammit, back in bed!” He cricked his neck, the cracking sounds wrapping the room in an atmosphere of noise. He decided to slip on the socks on the side of his bed before he walked out once again. Closing his eyes as he stood, the Hevonston scratched its head, the people on his deck beginning to stir. He opened his eyes for the third time today, and surveyed the room around him. ”It’s pretty drab, but it’s not the worst thing… Ah! Happy thoughtshappythoughtshappythoughts” he corrected his mind.

Noticing ruffles in the top bunk, he came closer to inspect it. Finding a sort of mess, the kind where someone had been on the bed before, maybe claiming it. He cheered. “Whoo! Whoowhoo! I win!” While there was no one else in the room but him, he still loved company so. He dragged his eyes across the windows, seeing the ice sheets taking over the landscape. ”It’s too quiet and cold in here, maybe a roomate would make it warmer!”

He skipped himself over to the dressing room, undressing and dressing in a suit of navy whites, cap in his hands on his side. ”I don’t want to make anyone mad with this cap.” He tried to hang his cap off a button on his shirt, and strode in front of a mirror. He tugged on the top clip of his tie, shifting the garment from left-to-right until it fit neatly between the two prongs of his collar. ”I’m ready to conquer the day! Whooo!” He thought, as he danced himself out of his room, the door shutting behind him.

He clicked his feet as he wandered around, eventually finding the mess hall. He rushed the tea machine, just like every normal South Fallsian ship. He, jitteringly sipping tea, walked himself over to the table, and introduced himself, directed at the Glorious. “Hey, I’m a b-battlecruiser myself! The Hevonston, I-i feel great! Sorry I’m jittering, it’s the tea!” He sipped on the tea faster, spilling a slight amount.

[Sleet Clans]

-Snips in kanmusu-

UCN Amaryyi
At first, she did not see the jittery battlecruiser enter the mess hall and grab a drink. Her eyes and attention were on the others closer to her, mainly Imeall and Glorious, as she was filling the latter on what was going to happen today. It was only when Hevonston approached Glorious, sipping tea at a speedy rate and spilling some that the Sleetavian noticed the almost-British like capital ship. Looking at him, Amaryyi could immediately tell that his mind was...how to put it....battered around, so to speak. She wouldn't pry now, but she honestly wondered if there was something eating away at him.

''Whoa, slow down with the sipping there! You're spilling tea on yourself, ya know!'', Amaryyi called out to the battlecruiser, looking at him with more than a little worry in her eyes.

[The South Falls]

-Snips in kanmusu-

UCN Amaryyi
At first, she did not see the jittery battlecruiser enter the mess hall and grab a drink. Her eyes and attention were on the others closer to her, mainly Imeall and Glorious, as she was filling the latter on what was going to happen today. It was only when Hevonston approached Glorious, sipping tea at a speedy rate and spilling some that the Sleetavian noticed the almost-British like capital ship. Looking at him, Amaryyi could immediately tell that his mind was...how to put it....battered around, so to speak. She wouldn't pry now, but she honestly wondered if there was something eating away at him.

''Whoa, slow down with the sipping there! You're spilling tea on yourself, ya know!'', Amaryyi called out to the battlecruiser, looking at him with more than a little worry in her eyes.

The Hevonston turned his head. That shipgirl over there was really staring at him. Except... it was something new in her eyes. It wasn't rejection. It wasn't scorn. It wasn't bloodlust, or anger, or rage. It wasn't the emotions he'd seen, and come to think as normal, even... right. But, it looked like she cared. More than most thought about this lonely last-of-class battlecruiser. He continued to jitter, as tea spilled on his white suit. "I shouldn't have worn my whites today." "I-i-i probably should, yea. T-thanks, I sorta didn't notice, you know." He straightened his clip-on tie, an exercise he did often when he was so nervous. "B-but anyway, who are you? I d-don't think I've seen you round! It's nice to see so many friendly faces!" He lied. "Agh... I"m so nervous..." He was insecure, but tried to give off a happiness.

[The Selkie]

UCN Amaryyi
At first, she did not see the jittery battlecruiser enter the mess hall and grab a drink. Her eyes and attention were on the others closer to her, mainly Imeall and Glorious, as she was filling the latter on what was going to happen today. It was only when Hevonston approached Glorious, sipping tea at a speedy rate and spilling some that the Sleetavian noticed the almost-British like capital ship. Looking at him, Amaryyi could immediately tell that his mind was...how to put it....battered around, so to speak. She wouldn't pry now, but she honestly wondered if there was something eating away at him.

''Whoa, slow down with the sipping there! You're spilling tea on yourself, ya know!'', Amaryyi called out to the battlecruiser, looking at him with more than a little worry in her eyes.

The Hevonston turned his head. That shipgirl over there was really staring at him. Except... it was something new in her eyes. It wasn't rejection. It wasn't scorn. It wasn't bloodlust, or anger, or rage. It wasn't the emotions he'd seen, and come to think as normal, even... right. But, it looked like she cared. More than most thought about this lonely last-of-class battlecruiser. He continued to jitter, as tea spilled on his white suit. "I shouldn't have worn my whites today." "I-i-i probably should, yea. T-thanks, I sorta didn't notice, you know." He straightened his clip-on tie, an exercise he did often when he was so nervous. "B-but anyway, who are you? I d-don't think I've seen you round! It's nice to see so many friendly faces!" He lied. "Agh... I"m so nervous..." He was insecure, but tried to give off a happiness.

SDFS Imeall.
I watched both Higashikawa finish and then go, as well as our little conversation group grow by one - namely a battlecruiser, Hevonston.
He seemed either a bit nervous, jittery as he spilled more and more tea over himself and his formerly white uniform, or just bloody cold. The former was a sentiment I could understand, it was always difficult to meet new people, but the latter I only understood conceptually.
I was, after all, the Queen of the Northern Islands. My homeport had been Rua and Rua was well past the arctic circle. How they all were, back home?
I finished my breakfast and decided to let the big gun battleships dunk it out between themselves, making that known by collecting my things and rising. "Well...", I announced to Amaryyi, "...if you feel bored today, seek me out later, I have an idea about what to do." I nodded first to Glorious, then to Hevonston. "Miss Glory, Mister Hevonston. I'll see you around."
And with that, I brought my tray away, just in time to see a curious sight...

SDFS Imeall, Mess Hall.
I looked at Amaryyi with a bit of a weird impression, I must admit, but I was still chewing, so one had to forgive me. I had an idea, which we might be able to sell as a teambuilding excercise as well and which would be interesting to see in motion as well.
But before I could even swallow my bite, we had another new arrival, a larger cruiser, or smaller battleship, by the looks of it. One, that had stormed in and beelined for the coffeemaker, and who was now saluting our boss, throwing a greeting into my direction, but not into Amaryyi's.
Strange.
I swallowed.
"Good morning as well, Glorious.", I said, my mouth now free, not willing to use the battleship's nickname right away, "I'm SDFS Imeall, Leaba-class Destroyer Tender, SDF-Navy. The pleasure is mine. Please, have a seat!" My invitation was accompanied by me motioning for her to sit down, if she wanted.
I would have to remember to speak to Amaryyi about my idea after breakfast.

SDFS Tine, by the Destroyer Dorms.
We were en route to the Mess Hall by now, after we were nearly run over by some cruiser or whatever she was supposed to be, Foxy scared out of her wits by the experience. Yes, we are small vessels, we get it, but that's no reason to make roadkill out of us!
I was steaming with anger, despite Foxy trying to get me off of it...
We had seen a few others on their way to the mess hall, a few people from Kraicia, from Hashirajima - others I did not recognize. One of the boys looked kind-of cute, I must admit.
But still, I was angry, but Foxy gave me the time to cool off by simply walking slowly. I didn't want to leave her alone, so we walked side by side in through the freezing cold. It was, where she was most comfortable, after all.
Maybe someone more polite would come along, soon?

HLFFS Gibson Grover
Mess Hall

While Blákksdorff's had his English-like breakfast, Gibson had a more heartier yet simpler meal - hash and veggie omelet. This arctic base was as cold like in Iceland and the northern islands of Kraicia, something that Gibson was all too familiar with like the other Kraician ships. A diet rich in fat and protein was a necessity in such cold environments, whom Gibson and Blake knew too well as they ate; however, that didn't mean Gibson gave up on stirring a conversation with the seemingly 'muted' light cruiser.

"Þessir tveir machur líta kunnuglegt." Gibson budded as he scooped a forkful of hash and omelet.

"Hver?" Blake frowned slightly as he took a bite from his last slice of potato bread, which was slightly drenched in egg yolk.

"Selkilendinga." Gibson passively gestured to the two Selkie destroyers (SDFS Tine and Foxy) with the side of his fork, "Je sá þessa tvo Selkilendinga daginn áður."

Blake only finished to devour his last slice of potato bread, leaving only a quarter of an over easy egg on his plate. The two Kraician sauerkraut, plus the small serving of mushrooms and tomatoes was long gone, peacefully devoured moments ago from the Kraician light cruiser. Honestly, Blake didn't care much about taking a gander at two foreign shipgirls, not when a meeting or briefing was going to be held soon for all ships, which was why he said nothing as the Kraician helicopter carrier rambled on.

"Aber verdammt, þessi annar kona átti að hágja á syyr."

"Nichtpansaðufreggata?" Blake bluntly question as he forked and devoured the last of his over easy egg, regarding the cruiser who made a beeline for the coffee (FNS Glorious).

"Ja, hun rifin naastum þá tveir machur bara að fá smá kaffe." Gibson nodded without going for another forkful of food.

"Gibson, það er eitthvað sem heitir, kaffisuð." Blake shrugged as he slowly sipped his Kraician black tea, "Það getur vakið þig hraðar en tyy."

"Ef það er svo, af hverju ekki að drekka kaffe?"

Blake was finishing another sip of his black tea before quietly clearing his throat and replying back, "Ínfalt. Þu dekk haigar, aber endast lengur."

"Ah, touche." Gibson shrugged in English, though not to mention that his hybrid Holtlandic-American accent became obvious.

"Hvad?"

"Uh, nichts." Gibson then promptly finished his food before getting up to put his tray away, leaving Blake to himself as he sipped his black tea.

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Holtlandic Translations:

• (1). "Þessir tveir machur líta kunnuglegt." = "Those two lasses look familiar." (Gibson)
• (2). "Hver?" = "Who?" (Blake)
• (3). "Selkilendinga. Je sá þessa tvo Selkilendinga daginn áður." = "The Selkie-landers. I seen those two Selkie-landers the day before."
• (4). "Aber verdammt, þessi annar kona átti að hágja á syyr." = "But damn, that woman should slow down."
• (5). "Nichtpansaðufreggata?" = "The unarmored frigate?" = "The battlecruiser?"
• (6). "Ja, hun rifin naastum þá tveir machur bara að fá smá kaffe." = "Yeah, she nearly demolished those two girls just to get some coffee."
• (7). "Gibson, það er eitthvað sem heitir, kaffisuð. Það getur vakið þig hraðar en tyy." = "Gibson, there's a thing called, coffee buzz. It can wake you up faster than tea."
• (8). "Ef það er svo, af hverju ekki að drekka kaffe?" = "If that is so, why not drink coffee?"
• (9). "Ínfalt. Þu dekk haigar, aber endast lengur." = "Simple. You tire slowly, but last longer."
• (10). "Hvad?" = "What?"
• (11). "Uh, nichts." = "Uh, nothing."

Note: Quote modified by removal of Spoiler-Tags.

SDFS Tine. Mess Hall.
We were finally here and I had cooled down enough to not try and introduce each and every battleship-shipgirl to which hole on their bodies was suited to take in a torpedo, all thanks to Foxy.
Well, I noted, that most of the tables were already taken, I didn't want to sit with that gigantic battleship, it would just make me feel my lack of a chest again, and that didn't leave many options... as we had collected our breakfast rations, I wanted to speak up about where we wanted to sit, deciding it with my sister, but when I looked for Foxy, she...
...was already approaching people.
Huh.
That was unexpected.
Especially since she spoke to the two chaps, something in my head identified them as Kraicians, with a slightly pink dusting on her cheeks, especially when she looked at the cruiser, I wanted to say, that he was a heavy cruiser.
"G-good morning, gentlemen.", she almost whispered in her slight stutter, "W-would you mind me and my sis sitting with you d-during breakfast?"
Her plushie, meanwhile, had wandered under her arm, where its button eyes were looking at the two gentlemen in question, silently laying judgement upon either of them.

[Fantrum]

I had very little time to enjoy my wonderful powdered eggs before people started to swarm the chow hall. At that point, I knew what was coming and quickly pounded the last scraps left on my plate. The bossman had wondered off, probably to escape the coming introductions that normally followed the formation of a new naval district. "Amaryyi," I tried her name out, I couldnt shake my irrational dislike of the girl, but she seemed innocuous for such a large ship. "A free day would be great, I need a day to get adjusted!"

I turned as the clinking of porcelain reached my ears, as I watched, a finely dressed giant of a man approached and stammered an introduction. He seemed nervous and giddy at the same time, a strange combination if ever there was one, but instead of being weirded out, I smiled. The big guy was spilling tea all over his nice clothes and he didnt even notice, until Amaryyi eloquently pointed it out to him. That didnt seem to help things at all, and the poor guy got even more jittery.

A slightly bemused look on my face, I stood, clean white napkin in hand. "Hold on Heavy," I unintentionally nicknamed him, "Let me help you with that." I dabbed the napkin on my tongue and started to rub the stain on his uniform, "I have this problem all the time!" I absently nodded at Imeall as she left and redoubled my scrubbing, getting most of it out with determination. "You wouldnt believe how hard it is to get coffee out of these!" I gestured down at myself and returned the napkin to the table.

"Im Glorious, third ship of the Expedition class, but you can call me Glory," He was several inches taller than me, and I found it a little imposing, but he reminded me a lot of my sister, Expedition. A nervous Nelly, eager, and just a little ditzy. I mentally ruled that I liked him, and filed him under "Good people" in my brain.

[Higher Japan]

North East of the base

Flying over the iced up sections of the North Eastern sector from the base, a small group of 3 Saiuns went into a new unchecked sector of the area. So far the operational sector hadn't gone so far before but now with the ships ready and more most likely on their way they could afford to go far. So far most of the time, they've only sighted inactive enemy fleets in the clear sky and the occasional submarine or ship in the abyssal controlled sectors. Now however, something was off. Their internal temperatures were going slightly nuts, their compass slightly insane as they moved into the new sector.

"Something's wrong..." A fairy said to herself, checking her system before she saw a few shots fly past her cockpit. Bright yellow. Anti air. Looking down, she could only see a hail of anti-air as a few pictures were snapped before the squadron turned around back towards base at full speed, anti air shaking the plane and the others as some of the fragment from each shot had hit her plane, not fully taking it out completely however. They'd hit the jackpot. Speeding back at full speed, they'd radioed the command crew over at the base with one simple message.

"The 5th has been found, repeat. The 5th has been found."

Naval base, command room

The command room to say the least as busier than usual right now. The usually quiet table was now bustling with activity as planners and radio operators from Higashikawa stood over the table, shifting pieces of their air squadrons around as they moved the fated piece onto the map. It was a small grey block, carved into it was some red markings that read 'Abyssal'. Finally, they had found the thorn in their side, the 5th Aviation Division of the Abyssal strike force. Judging by their response they were most likely were still active and ready for combat. "Radio Higashikawa and high command, tell them we got the abyssal location." The chief of staff said, a radio operator quickly radioing back to Higashikawa.

Training ground

By the time he was done with the 5th wave, Higashikawa's armor and clothes were all completely covered in paint, some even knocking his cap into the water. Based on the paint spots it would seem that 2 of his anti-air cannons were taken out, while the rest of his anti-air armament was still moderately damaged but enough to return fire as he recorded at least 50% hit rate. As he was ready to call in the 6th, his personal radio wave came online. Pressing his fingers against his ear, he listened for a second before his eyes widened as he quickly got out of his rigging and ran back towards the admiralty base.

[Sleet Clans]

-snippidy snip-

UCN Amaryyi
The battleship smiled at her leaner counterpart, giggling a little at how nervous he was still. As Imeall left, she perked up at her idea of meeting up later. ''Will do, Imeall.'', she said as the Selkie Kanmusu left, before turning her attention back to the almost-frightened battlecruiser.

''UCN Amaryyi, of the United Confederate Navy. And yeah, we're all a friendly bunch here, aren't we?'', she replied to Hevonston's question. She then looked at his stained shirt and the tea he was holding, the former stained with the latter. And he was still jittery! She honestly wondered what was with that, and if he was like this all the time. She doubted it, but he could just be that type of guy. As Glorious came over and started to dab at the stains on Hevonston's shirt while also mentioning that he needed to get adjusted, the fourth of the Iperikas-class only smiled.

''Yeah, it is a bitch to get used to the cold up here, isn't it? Dunno how our northern fleets do it, but we'll have to just endure, won't we?'', she chimed in, thinking of Sleetavia's various northern and arctic battlefleets that would patrol the various islands they had in the more northern parts of the world.

[Kraicia]

SDFS Tine. Mess Hall.
We were finally here and I had cooled down enough to not try and introduce each and every battleship-shipgirl to which hole on their bodies was suited to take in a torpedo, all thanks to Foxy.
Well, I noted, that most of the tables were already taken, I didn't want to sit with that gigantic battleship, it would just make me feel my lack of a chest again, and that didn't leave many options... as we had collected our breakfast rations, I wanted to speak up about where we wanted to sit, deciding it with my sister, but when I looked for Foxy, she...
...was already approaching people.
Huh.
That was unexpected.
Especially since she spoke to the two chaps, something in my head identified them as Kraicians, with a slightly pink dusting on her cheeks, especially when she looked at the cruiser, I wanted to say, that he was a heavy cruiser.
"G-good morning, gentlemen.", she almost whispered in her slight stutter, "W-would you mind me and my sis sitting with you d-during breakfast?"
Her plushie, meanwhile, had wandered under her arm, where its button eyes were looking at the two gentlemen in question, silently laying judgement upon either of them.

HLFFS Gibson Grover & HLFFS Blákksdorff
Mess Hall

Aside from his half empty cup of black Kraician tea, Blake was about to get up and put his empty tray away when a whisper-like voice got his attention. Gibson had long sat down to accompany the Kraician light cruiser, only for Gibson to be briefly alone for the moment if not for the fact that the whisper-like voice in mind got his and Blake's attention. While Blake's back was facing towards the source of the whisper, Gibson was in full plain view of where that whisper was coming from ... a familiar face for Gibson to be exact.

"Aye, come along." Gibson welcomed in English, though his Holtlandic (Kraician Icelandic) accent heavily saturated his vowels, making him sound 'Scottish' if a layman were to judge, "There is only two of us for now."

In the meantime, Blake was putting his tray away and temporarily gave a blind eye to the interaction going on back at the table. His back was turned, so he was mostly oblivious to the conversation until he finally returned in seconds. Gibson was also introducing himself, though he did his best to sound like a native English speaker to the best of his capabilities, given his history of ferrying US and Commonwealth troops in the second World War.

"The name is Gibson," Gibson greeted the Selkie shipgirl in question (SDFS Tine), though not before gesturing to Blake returning to the table, "And this lad here is Blákksdorff, though call him 'Blake' for onekindness (simplicity)."

Blake was sipping his black tea while giving a humble wave with his left hand, before clearing his throat; however, no words came out as he gave a brief smile. He was a quiet and curt shipboy unlike his predecessors and other fellow cruisers, so actions preferred to define his behavior rather than words, which was why nothing came out of his lips aside from that brief smile. Nevertheless, this didn't stop Gibson from providing cover for Blake's silence, "Don't mind his stillness (silence), he is still waking up."

Of course, Gibson knew this ploy was bogus, but he couldn't just say that Blake spoke when he needed to - that would make Blake appear rude and bored. Aside from first impressions, however, Gibson and Blake appeared presentable, though Blake was the one who would really steal the show with his handsome blonde hair and blue eyes. Though one should not assume that Blake was a pure blooded Aryan German, it was only because of his more English facial features that made differentiated him from a blonde German to a native Kraician.

[The Selkie]

SDFS Tine. Mess Hall.
We were finally here and I had cooled down enough to not try and introduce each and every battleship-shipgirl to which hole on their bodies was suited to take in a torpedo, all thanks to Foxy.
Well, I noted, that most of the tables were already taken, I didn't want to sit with that gigantic battleship, it would just make me feel my lack of a chest again, and that didn't leave many options... as we had collected our breakfast rations, I wanted to speak up about where we wanted to sit, deciding it with my sister, but when I looked for Foxy, she...
...was already approaching people.
Huh.
That was unexpected.
Especially since she spoke to the two chaps, something in my head identified them as Kraicians, with a slightly pink dusting on her cheeks, especially when she looked at the cruiser, I wanted to say, that he was a heavy cruiser.
"G-good morning, gentlemen.", she almost whispered in her slight stutter, "W-would you mind me and my sis sitting with you d-during breakfast?"
Her plushie, meanwhile, had wandered under her arm, where its button eyes were looking at the two gentlemen in question, silently laying judgement upon either of them.

HLFFS Gibson Grover & HLFFS Blákksdorff
Mess Hall

Aside from his half empty cup of black Kraician tea, Blake was about to get up and put his empty tray away when a whisper-like voice got his attention. Gibson had long sat down to accompany the Kraician light cruiser, only for Gibson to be briefly alone for the moment if not for the fact that the whisper-like voice in mind got his and Blake's attention. While Blake's back was facing towards the source of the whisper, Gibson was in full plain view of where that whisper was coming from ... a familiar face for Gibson to be exact.

"Aye, come along." Gibson welcomed in English, though his Holtlandic (Kraician Icelandic) accent heavily saturated his vowels, making him sound 'Scottish' if a layman were to judge, "There is only two of us for now."

In the meantime, Blake was putting his tray away and temporarily gave a blind eye to the interaction going on back at the table. His back was turned, so he was mostly oblivious to the conversation until he finally returned in seconds. Gibson was also introducing himself, though he did his best to sound like a native English speaker to the best of his capabilities, given his history of ferrying US and Commonwealth troops in the second World War.

"The name is Gibson," Gibson greeted the Selkie shipgirl in question (SDFS Tine), though not before gesturing to Blake returning to the table, "And this lad here is Blákksdorff, though call him 'Blake' for onekindness (simplicity)."

Blake was sipping his black tea while giving a humble wave with his left hand, before clearing his throat; however, no words came out as he gave a brief smile. He was a quiet and curt shipboy unlike his predecessors and other fellow cruisers, so actions preferred to define his behavior rather than words, which was why nothing came out of his lips aside from that brief smile. Nevertheless, this didn't stop Gibson from providing cover for Blake's silence, "Don't mind his stillness (silence), he is still waking up."

Of course, Gibson knew this ploy was bogus, but he couldn't just say that Blake spoke when he needed to - that would make Blake appear rude and bored. Aside from first impressions, however, Gibson and Blake appeared presentable, though Blake was the one who would really steal the show with his handsome blonde hair and blue eyes. Though one should not assume that Blake was a pure blooded Aryan German, it was only because of his more English facial features that made differentiated him from a blonde German to a native Kraician.

SDFS Tine. Mess Hall.
I saw Foxy's face fall a bit at Gibson talking to me instead of her, but I had the suspicion, that he wasn't the real price in her eyes. Don't get me wrong, Gibson was a good-looking chap, but that Blake... she had taste. Quite a lot, too.
I was not in on that whole Aryan-schtick, and to be honest, I didn't care in true Selkie-Fashion, but he was good looking. If intentional or not, his sleepiness would only serve to draw my even more silent companion and sister closer to him... it would be sad to watch, if I am honest.
"Pleasure to meet ya both!", I said with a wide grin as Foxy sat down, "I'm Tine, that's Sionnach Oighir."
"Friends call me Foxy.", the shy torpedo boat said, almost whispered, as she put her stuffed animal onto the chair next to her, positioning it as if it was having a bowl of food in front of itself. She looked at Blake, her cheeks quite pink by now. "You may."
I leaned over to Gibson, one hand to the side of my mouth as if to tell him a secret. "Seems like your friend has an admirer already... hope he doesn't break her heart.", I whispered to Gibson, "Otherwise I'm going to show him, that not only shipgirls can use torpedoes as dildos."
What can I say in my defense? Nothing.
What can I say as justification? Foxy was my sister and my friend. If he breaks her heart, I'm going to break his stern.

[The South Falls]

The Hevonston waved his hand off towards the Imeall, with a half-assed “Yea, you too.” The jitters were partly the tea, and the fact he was trying to dodge the tea spilling all over his clothes, and the cold. His homeport was back in Cuga, at a 0’ latitude, where the tropical warmth radiated throughout the air. It was so, so cold. A battlecruiser like himself, the Glorious, got up from her seat on the table, and dabbed at my stains. They seemed to shrink off his uniform, brown stains turning into a mix of white-chestnut that looked much better. “T-thank you, Glory.” She seemed to carry herself high, and had a puzzled look on her face as she scrubbed his uniform more vigorously. He thought about what she said, and he smiled. “It does seem hard to get stuff out of these uniforms. Except those black uniforms that some people wear.” His jittering stopped, as the hot tea left his clothes.

The Glorious reminded him of another ship that was in his class, the Hakai, a… fixer, cleaning up other people’s mistakes, and making them feel better. Maybe she’d be a good friend up north in this cold place. He nodded at her, thinking of the Hakai fondly. ”The h-hakai… don’t think about that. Happythoughtshappythoughts!” He then turned towards the Amaryyi. The battleship was gigantic, much bigger than he’d ever hope to be, even with modifications and the upgunning that he got once every five years. She was also more of a caring one than he’d seen back at his homeport. He came out of his mind, and responded to her statement. “Well, yea. We don’t have much to do here, other than being deathly cold. We’re going to have to live, you know?”

He got up from his seat, and received some powdered eggs, digging into them vociferously.