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?
Base, Sector CN-17, Operational Sector Wide Sea - South West.
Start of Day 1.
Skip-skip-skippity-dip!, I thought as I made my way from the Cruiser Dorm, where I shared a room with two other cruisers, who were quite a bit larger then I was. In this tropical paradise, however, it mattered little, if you ask me and...
...maybe I should introduce myself: Blue hair, long and nearly reaching my stern, its ends bound together, as were the strands framing my face, deep brown eyes, rather large, though not the largest (that award went somewhere else, I have to admit) fuel tanks in the fleet, nearly always clad in the Geansai of the Tribe of Galway and quite a bit of a typical Selkie - yep, that's me, Light Cruiser SDFS Rhiannon, name-ship of the Rhiannon-class of light cruisers, reporting for duty!
Speaking of which, I had the utmost pleasure to be the one posting the most important document of the week, the Patrol Plan, on the Headquarter's Notice Board, right next to the Dorm Room Plan and various commercials and announcements. Did I mention, that it was a rather large notice board?
Regardless of that, in this tropical paradise, patrols were prelude to fun and that was the important part, if one asks me. Sure, the enemy still needed to be defeated, send back to the deepest reaches of hell or however it was usually put, but one could have a bit of fun along the way. And enjoy the good food made by the supply ships Himito and Himiko, the cooking siblings.
But before I could go and devour my breakfast, the Patrol Plan had to be posted:
It was hard enough to work out the patrol plan, so that no one had two consecutive patrols, basically short spins around the block to see, if everything was alright, and mix it up a bit - at least the Night Patrol was always at least half-filled, Novaya was a nice boy, but also nocturnal, which made him an ideal choice for that part of the plan. The destroyers, Chrysantheme and Yakaze, were rather occupied throughout the week as well, they had many capital ships, but little in the ways of escorts.
I almost had a guilty conscience.
Further limitations were, that I would not send out the supply ships unless it was absolutely necessary, with the same limitation to the Superheavy Siege Ship Imperatritsa Ketrin, which I simply called Caty. It was nothing personal, but the former two were mostly unarmoured and except a small gun each unarmed, the latter drained our supplies faster then a destroyer on a sugar rush.
To its side came another sheet with a small pencil hanging from a stick by its side:
I smiled as both hung there, taking a step back to admire my work, looking at Monday's Morning Patrol - that'd be me, with the Destroyer Yakaze, a cute girl, if one asked me. It was around one and a half hours until we had to depart.
The week could come!