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

by **Novaya Equestria** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 6:37 am

Naval Base

"And there goes our movie night." Said Chrysantheme, now sophisticated as heck. "And it caused MORE complications." Shiroiyuki added, also sophisticated as heck. The two went to Rhiannon and said, "What about the movie night? Everyone just started heading to battle. Shall we postpone the movie night or proceed as planned?" Chrysantheme asked in a more serious tone, much likely one that is none than other the Novayan militaristic authoritarian tone. "Your orders, Captain 1st Rank Rhiannon?" Asked Shiroiyuki in the same Novayan militaristic authoritarian tone. "Your commands, we obey. Give us your commands." Said Shinosaki in the most Novayan militaristic authoritarian tone.

Lore of Novaya: Militarism and Militaristic Authoritarianism

Novayan militarism and militaristic authoritarianism rooted back to Zeitschland, where many Zeitschens, such as the famous Norsoutha family whose descendants came from Great Britannia, came from. The Zeitschen people have established colonies in what would become the Novayan mainland and archipelago, where they become independent and formed the Kingdom of Bavaria. The Tomoshima Shogunate, led by the Tomoshima family that hailed from Fuso, is another root to Novayan militaristic authoritarianism. Both Novayan nations' authoritarianism led to the instillment of nationalism and militarism that would soon become the military discipline of the archipelago nation. Nations that sent colonists or exile include: the United Kingdom of Great Britannia in 1658, the young United States of Amerigo in 1843, the Bravnekan Empire in 1758, the Kingdom of Oprussia in 1699 the Gallian Principality in 1612, the Ashikama Shogunate on 1639, and the Hispanian Captaincy-General of the Denestovan Islands on 1661.

It wasn't until that, on the Novayan subcontinent/archipelago of Atelansia, a 31 year old Denestovan-Hispanian woman named Antonia de Morales led a revolution that resulted in the formation of the Sovereignese State, a nation that would become a catalyst for the entire Novayan archipelago-subcontinent. To maintain militarism, President Antonia ordered the creation of a Sovereignese Admiralty that would be in charge of protecting Sovereign's borders and seas and the creation of a conscript army and a conscript navy, resulting in a mandatory military service. The different colonies set up on the Novayan archipelago-subcontinent transformed in the mid-to-late 19th and early 20th century the Federal Republic of Alnoria (from Amerigon, Britannian and Fusoan colonies), the Kingdom of Bavaria (or Neubavaria), the island Duchy of Atlas, the Varbosian Empire (from Bravnekan colonies), the Republic of Nemaria (from Zeitschen/Oprussian colonies), the free City States of St. Petersburg, Moscow, Omsk and Irkutsk and the Principality of Tsaritsyn and Grand Duchy of Yekaterinburg (Bravnekan colonies turned city states), nations of the Novayan subcontinent that maintained militaristic discipline and nationalism, and a major factor for the formation of the democratic Novayan Confederation, born from the fires of the Great Depression.

by **The Selkie** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 6:48 am

Convoy Battle.
As the cruiser disentangled itself from the Re-class, he became a viable target, if one asked Wafa, who opened fire on him with the same incendiaries she had used to attack the battleship. She had twin 6inch guns, after all, so maybe...
Her torpedo attack, after dropping their eels into the water, came under attack from that inpolite cruiser, who actually sunk another one of her torpedo destroyers. Be it as it may, that's what they were there for, to attack and to be sunken. And to unload their own guns into everything that moved, setting it ablaze further. The other remaining destroyer was hit as well, but did not go down yet. It was questionable, if that one would live to tell the tale.
...maybe she could do a bit more against him, she thought and switched to armour piercing after a few salvoes of incendiary.
Her ASW-Destroyers, meanwhile, continued their search with Pings.

Stilly. Battleship Dorms.
I was surprised for a moment at the question from the woman, who laid on the ground at my feet.
A moment passed, before I moved, lying down myself, snuggling close to her, to give her warmth and a safe feeling - I was an escort ship, after all, that was kind of my job... and my will. I wanted Miss Dia to feel safe and sound and happy... or at least not in the mood to cry.
Was I her angel?
Was I an angel?
Protector, guide, fighter for good and right, cute? Well... I am no Christian and we don't have angels, so I have to go by what I heard. And what I heard was that...
"Maybe I am.", I whispered to Miss Dia. "Maybe I am not. What I know, though, is, that you are my friend. My role model. I want to be like you, Miss Dia... big and strong and beautiful and skilled... Don't let anyone ever tell you, that you are anything else."

Searc. By the Scrap Shed.
I hissed at Whona to keep her voice down, looking around furiously to see, if anyone had heard us.
"Not so loud!", I asked of her, "What if someone hears you and takes her stash?!" A few moments passed, before I breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, seems like the coast is clear. Sub-Pens, you say? Sounds like our next destination, I'd say. Just give me a moment..."
I fixed the shed-slash-makeshift-cinema's doors where they were open and grinned.
"Off we go!"

Rhiannon. With Prophet.
I was surprised for a moment at his declaration, appearance and going, then I turned and ran after him at flank speed: "Wait a moment! I'm coming with you!", I called after him, "You'll need an escort in any case!"
It sounded bad: Battleships stranded, under attack, needing towing, night and storming... that was going to be fun...
"For the record, I'm actually ranked Vice Admiral of the SDF-Navy.", I told the Novayans, my steps hurried, "And I'm not in charge here, never was. Ask for Coriolanus'... wait a moment." I switched on my radio. "Rhiannon, Coriolanus, we got an emergency call from a stranded battleship under attack. Higashikawa is already in combat, but troubled. Prophet is deploying with me as an escort to drag the battleship to safety and the Novayans are waiting for The Word. Further orders, please to Shinosaki. Movie night has to be postponed, I'm afraid. Rhiannon listening."
I was faster then Prophet, both cruising and at flank, so it was easy to catch up to him. He might have the aircraft, but the weather forbade their usage - he needed an escort, maybe someone to help with towing.
My rigging was quickly put on, my own short composite bow in my hands, thumb ring on my right thumb, vambrace on my left arm. Quiver on my hip, my shoulders lined with my AA-guns - on my long legs were my torpedo tubes, four packs of three, one each on the upper and lower legs. My mines were in my belt, ready to be dropped into the water.
I grinned at Prophet.
"Sir, may I ask for this dance?", I asked and extended my hand, a bit playfully, but with a dangerous glint in my eyes, that promised pain for the Abyssals.

by **The Cross and Davids Star** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 7:49 am

The Selkie wrote:Rhiannon. With Prophet.
I was faster then Prophet, both cruising and at flank, so it was easy to catch up to him. He might have the aircraft, but the weather forbade their usage - he needed an escort, maybe someone to help with towing.
My rigging was quickly put on, my own short composite bow in my hands, thumb ring on my right thumb, vambrace on my left arm. Quiver on my hip, my shoulders lined with my AA-guns - on my long legs were my torpedo tubes, four packs of three, one each on the upper and lower legs. My mines were in my belt, ready to be dropped into the water.
I grinned at Prophet.
"Sir, may I ask for this dance?", I asked and extended my hand, a bit playfully, but with a dangerous glint in my eyes, that promised pain for the Abyssals.

Prophet laughed a bit, and gently took her hand into his, as if he was about to waltz with her.
"I don't see why not. Let's hurry, who knows how much time we have." He replied, letting go and running to the docks to jump on the launching platform, which quickly catapulted into the water, him allowing the momentum to carry him before going full speed ahead on his flightboard. Rhiannon was right, there's no way that any of his planes, even Boxcars, could be able to fly in that storm, and had all of his flight crew on AA duty, ensuring that while it wouldn't be much, Prophet would have a deterrent with a flurry of AA and naval gunfire to dissuade any abyssals from getting too close. He wasn't going to wait up for Rhiannon, knowing that she was much faster than he was, and set a course for him and his one-ship escort to travel on, intent on saving anyone that he could.

by **Legatia** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 8:52 am

LNS Coriolanus
Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1100 hours

Another hindrance presented itself. Combat was occurring in the western part of CN-17, according to her reports- a battleship needed tow and there were already units engaged. And with the limited visibility, aircraft would be little use.

"Priority transmission to all callsigns on network. Break, break. All callsigns, this is Flag." She was walking herself by now, towards the dock, her hair matted by the rain as armor formed about her, the triple-mount 18in guns swiveling into place as they appeared. "Engagement is occurring west of Naval Base with multiple assets currently engaged- I will be taking direct command of the response force to consist of Rhiannon, Whona, Searc, Lewis, myself, as well as Higashikawa. Everyone else is to remain prepared for immediate sortie while combat operations are conducting." Stepping into the water, she allowed the 150,000 shp of her engines carry her forward.

"Whona and Searc as an element will form up alongside myself and Rhiannon. You two will handle getting the battleship out while Rhiannon and I provide fire support. Lewis, you're with me also- I want you to be a go-between between the two groups. Prophet, you hang back- visibility is too low. Keep yourself away from any operations areas and make sure you do not get torpedoed. Stay close to base, you should be close enough in range if we find need of the planes. Once we get her under tow we'll continue to pull back while firing on them. Keep yourself spread and your crews alert- torpedoes are in the area and if you get hit, it's gonna be a bad day for you."

"That being said, sans any questions, we need to get moving. Ask them on the way- Flag out."

by **The Selkie** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:11 am

The Cross and Davids Star wrote:
The Selkie wrote:Rhiannon. With Prophet.
I was faster then Prophet, both cruising and at flank, so it was easy to catch up to him. He might have the aircraft, but the weather forbade their usage - he needed an escort, maybe someone to help with towing.
My rigging was quickly put on, my own short composite bow in my hands, thumb ring on my right thumb, vambrace on my left arm. Quiver on my hip, my shoulders lined with my AA-guns - on my long legs were my torpedo tubes, four packs of three, one each on the upper and lower legs. My mines were in my belt, ready to be dropped into the water.
I grinned at Prophet.
"Sir, may I ask for this dance?", I asked and extended my hand, a bit playfully, but with a dangerous glint in my eyes, that promised pain for the Abyssals.

Prophet laughed a bit, and gently took her hand into his, as if he was about to waltz with her.
"I don't see why not. Let's hurry, who knows how much time we have." He replied, letting go and running to the docks to jump on the launching platform, which quickly catapulted into the water, him allowing the momentum to carry him before going full speed ahead on his flightboard. Rhiannon was right, there's no way that any of his planes, even Boxcars, could be able to fly in that storm, and had all of his flight crew on AA duty, ensuring that while it wouldn't be much, Prophet would have a deterrent with a flurry of AA and naval gunfire to dissuade any abyssals from getting too close. He wasn't going to wait up for Rhiannon, knowing that she was much faster than he was, and set a course for him and his one-ship escort to travel on, intent on saving anyone that he could.

Legatia wrote:
LNS Coriolanus
Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1100 hours

Another hindrance presented itself. Combat was occurring in the western part of CN-17, according to her reports- a battleship needed tow and there were already units engaged. And with the limited visibility, aircraft would be little use.

"Priority transmission to all callsigns on network. Break, break. All callsigns, this is Flag." She was walking herself by now, towards the dock, her hair matted by the rain as armor formed about her, the triple-mount 18in guns swiveling into place as they appeared. "Engagement is occurring west of Naval Base with multiple assets currently engaged- I will be taking direct command of the response force to consist of Rhiannon, Whona, Searc, Lewis, myself, as well as Higashikawa. Everyone else is to remain prepared for immediate sortie while combat operations are conducting." Stepping into the water, she allowed the 150,000 shp of her engines carry her forward.

"Whona and Searc as an element will form up alongside myself and Rhiannon. You two will handle getting the battleship out while Rhiannon and I provide fire support. Lewis, you're with me also- I want you to be a go-between between the two groups. Prophet, you hang back- visibility is too low. Keep yourself away from any operations areas and make sure you do not get torpedoed. Stay close to base, you should be close enough in range if we find need of the planes. Once we get her under tow we'll continue to pull back while firing on them. Keep yourself spread and your crews alert- torpedoes are in the area and if you get hit, it's gonna be a bad day for you."

"That being said, sans any questions, we need to get moving. Ask them on the way- Flag out."

Rhiannon. Staging Area.
I grinned at Prophet, ready to speed away with him after we deployed - then Coriolanus made short work of that plan. I listened with... not mounting horror, but mounting concern for my boyfriend (while we are at it, does Coriolanus know, that Prophet and I were a couple? Most likely not... something to change in the near future, once we all returned home safely)... I had to leave him alone.
I saw Coriolanus in the distance, giving her orders, asking for questions... from me, there were none.
My hand went up to Prophet's cheek, cupping it with a smile and a peck on his lips. "See you in a bit.", I whispered to him, only for us two. Tenderly, I ran my thumb along his cheekbone, smiling. Then I kissed him again and was gone like the breeze.
"Rhiannon, Flag. Ready when you are.", I called over radio, my voice neutral as I skated across the water, towards our flagship. I prayed to all Gods and Goddesses, that we would be alright...
Searc confirmed the orders and that she was on the way. There was no slur in her voice, so they hadn't reached my stash yet. That was good.

by **Mestovakia** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:22 am

Re looked at the battle raging around her, no one exactly paying any attention to her, despite her being...a Re Class Battleship, the Oni of the seas. The Girly-screaming battleship had run off without so much as a by-your-leave, prompting Re to roll her eyes and think about what she should do next. Having rudely ditched her, the male Battleship didn't really merit a chase. "Maybe...wander around the battlefield for a bit...Or head off to their base and see what I can get up to...?" Re decided, breaking formation on a whim and wandering off towards the Naval Base. Behind this carefree thought was a bit of anger towards Hime for throwing her under the bus. As she sailed on, Re started internally ranting about how the Himes didn't seem to care about anyone but themselves. "Selfish gits." She said, smirking at her insubordination.

by **The Cross and Davids Star** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:56 am

Prophet removed himself from his rig and sat down on his flightboard, which had came to a full stop with lowered anchors, being essentially pulled from the operation after he had already deployed, before turning on his radio and responding to the flagship.
"Orders acknowledged, hanging back and ready if you need me." He spoke solemnly, watching as the group left without him. The feeling of denial is probably the worst feeling one could have, and Prophet was feeling a lot of it, and so was his crew, judging by their outcries. They weren't just denied either, they were straight up dockblocked, to dockblock meant to pull someone from a sortie just before they deploy or already have, and Prophet just came up with it. He resolved that he'll get to fight eventually, just not at the moment for now, but his crew had other plans, and Prophet's rig and flightboard became a brawling battleground of fairies, with Prophet barely able to keep them in check, so he did what any sensible shipperson would do, and that was to let them fight. It wasn't long until just about every fairy in his crew had collapsed under the exhaustion, having fought so hard that they couldn't fight anymore. So now Prophet was temporarily without a functioning crew, which he didn't really need since he wasn't going anywhere or doing anything.

by **Sleet Clans** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 1:00 pm

Nevlamas grinned as she watched one of the attacking Abyssal destroyers crack in half from what she assumed was one of her very own QF-24 torpedoes. She watched it start sinking for a moment, before starting to dive at a slow pace. However, the other two manage to launch their payloads of torpedoes, but from what she could see a lot of them veered off course. She could only hope that Spanish battleship had enough strength in her to maybe take one or two. Her and Whitney could stave off an entire ASW flotilla after all, although they could damn well try! She started to formulate a plan in her head as her tubes started to be reloaded. Rinse and repeat, she told herself. Make the enemy think you are in one location, then as soon as they look there, make them think you are in ano-

*PING*

FUCK! She cursed to herself as the active ping rolled over her hull. Of course the Abyssals would have active ASW ships in the area! Why the fuck wouldn't they?! The Sleetavian immediately went on the defensive, angling her bow downwards even more, but keeping her engine power at the same. She was off silent running however, and it didn't help that her crew were scrambling towards her bow in order to help the sub dive faster. If that active sonar ping hadn't given the enemy a return, the sound of her crew scrambling around inside of her and her somewhat-muted growling stomach would give her away on hydrophones, if they were listening. She had survived Japanese and North Korean depth charge runs and sonar attacks, she sure as hell could survive this first sortie with her new teammates!

......could she?

by **Kraicia** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 5:26 pm

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

HLFFS Gibson Grover
Day Two - Coastal Training Grounds

"Right..." Gibson shrugged before debriefing the SDF Destroyer Tender, though his fear-powered nervousness remained lightly evident, "Your fellow elven seem to have forgotten that their boats ran low on diesel fuel during their outbilding (training). So, I took the call and got your elvens to low, but that could not go for the shiremen (officers) on board the boats. I therefore had to let me boats get them going again before towing them to me."

Sleet Clans wrote:-snip-

HLFFS Whitney
Day Two - With Nevlamas

"30 Knots. Range 1,000 meters." Whitney thought to herself as the calculations of the enemy abyssal destroyers' location were taken into account, "One torpedo shall do the sare (job)."

"Fire at will!" Whitney grunted back at her SC counterpart before unleashing a torpedo downrange at the unsuspecting abyssal destroyer. There may have been three abyssal destroyers, but at least ridding one of those destroyers meant one less volley of torpedoes for that Spanish battleship. Though to prevent detection as true to Whitney's objectives of stealth, she was sure to fire an electric-powered 533mm torpedo so that way it could go unnoticed amid the chaos and darkness alike.

The Kraician and SC torpedoes made their mark upon only one of the abyssal destroyer's starboard side, which only eliminated the torpedo volley by only six; however, Whitney realized that she and Nevlamas were in trouble. The most obvious problem was that the torpedoes were on course for the stranded Spanish battleship; however, that was only the least of Whitney's concerns as a much bigger threat loomed above Whitney and Nevlamas. The sound of an enemy ping made contact with Whitney's anechoic tiles, which although became absorbed, it gave the abyssals the indication of the possibility of another submarine on the hunt.

"Nevy, go! I'll meet back up with you once we get this witch off us!" Whitney growled to the best of keeping her voice down before shutting of her electro-mechanical computers and electric motors before slowly diving back down to the depths of the ocean.

Just like in the early morning, Whitney knew that her anechoic tiles made her appear like a scrambled school of fish on enemy radars, though her stealth was further enhanced when she dived down to a deeper depth. This was so to not only allow the sonar pings to weaken from traveling such depth, but also blend in with the darkness while absorbing any remains of a sonar ping to retain her invisibility. While all electric power was cut off except for basic essentials (e.g. Lights), Whitney could only sit in the darkness of the ocean before watching an all too familiar sight above her on the surface.

The faint and distorted shadows of abyssal ships up above patrolled the waters up above before there came the arrival of depth charges entering the water. To her fellow fairy crew inside the safety of her internals, the explosions only sounded like muffled grumbling and growls of a beast loyal to Davy Jones himself - the super Cephalopod monster that can drag an entire ship to the bottom with its giant tentacles and horrific bouts of strength, the Kraken. The sailor fairies (except for some officers and veteran sailors) froze in place while listening and tracking the explosions of the depth charges exploding up above - seemingly like the Kraken was hunting for another ship to bring to Davy Jones' Locker.

by **Yekrenia** » Mon Dec 04, 2017 6:11 pm

ARY Lanza Blanca
Western Sector of CN-17

Uno...dos...y una tr...oh, no importa, that one veered off inches away from my bow. Two torpedoes struck me good in the starboard side, though that wasn't the first time I felt this kind of pain. I been hammered in the ass with torpedoes from both world wars.

The incendiary fires may not be eating away at my armor, but it was cutting down my duendes on the deck. All the 'pom-poms' had been abandoned at haste to avoid the fires; however, there was even a problem with the 5in gun turrets.

While the fires inflected no direct harm to the turrets, some of the 5in gun turrets had been smashed to pieces from the earlier bombardment. Though I had fire-containment doors, some of my duendes were trapped in some of the turrets.

Their desperate shouts within the metal worried me greatly, since the jammed turrets in mind were acting as giant stoves. The fires were raising the temperature inside the turrets to a very hot temperature only found in a steamless spa.

My duendes were pounding on the turrets to be let out, which was evident by their cries muffled within:

"¡Abre la puerta!"

"Déjanos pasar!"

"¡Alguien abra estas puertas a la vez!"

"Están atrapados, ¡no podemos abrirlos!"

The shouting within metal only continued in peril as the two torpedo hits slammed into me like giant explosive freight trains. Pieces of my 'leg' armor flew into the air, though there were no fiery explosions that followed from either hit.

Two columns of waters plumed into the air while sending some fragments of my armor all over the place. The armor held like god promised, but that didn't mean that the armor cracked and sent pieces of it all over the place.

Though on the bright side, the geysers of water eventually splashed down onto me, which managed to extinguish some of the fires to some extent. Unfortunately, half of my deck was still a blaze (except for my armored bridge, masts, and main guns).

Plus, I fell to the starboard side as the hits did me good; however, I refused to let myself fall completely as I dug my greatsword into the water. Both of my hands clamped onto the sword, which restricted to me to barely kneel off the water.

My legs were shredded indeed, but that didn't mean I was incapable to stand any longer. My right jackboot may have been burnt and torn, but it was still enough to cover my foot and calf at least. Unfortunately, the curses of my armor did something else too.

Remember when I said that I couldn't get out of this armor? Well, the rigidness of my armor allowed me to remain stiff and refusing me to completely kneel to the ground. So with a grumble, I pushed myself back to stand myself up using my sword as a cane.

Then it occurred to me that something wrong had also happened from my hits. A handful (8) of my duendes were in the water at the port side. Desperate to keep themselves afloat, they formed a ring and attempted to swim close to me.

Soaked in saltwater and scorched from the fires, my duendes were in desperate need of rescue. I was of no use since the deck was on fire and keeping the rest of my souls on board within the confinements of my internals (including the bridge).

¡Pinché mierda! Where is that rescue...?

(FUN FACT: Lanza Blanca vaguely resembles this kind of ship in real-life)

by **Sterkistan** » Tue Dec 05, 2017 1:20 am

The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-

Battleship Diamantina
Battleship Dorms | Womens

Dia shifted closer to Stilly as she lay down next to her.
"I'm not a good role model Stilly." She half-joked,
"But you are an excellent friend."
She moved her hands form her eyes and wiped them for a solid 10 seconds.
"You're a beautiful person Stilly, I wish I could have your positive attitude."

Battleship Whona
Supply Shed

Whona grinned widely,
"I hope they've got some strong stuff down there. I'm in the mood to get SMASHED."
She wandered along with Searc as they made their way to the Submarine pens.
"How does Rhiannon know about this anyway?"

by **Novaya Equestria** » Tue Dec 05, 2017 5:58 am

Naval Base

"Roger that. The Abyssals will know that the militaristic might of the Novayan Confederation isn't just for show." Said Shinosaki as the Novayan warships began to head towards the docks. The Abyssals will truly know that the Novayan Confederation's militaristic might during the Second Great World War isn't just for show. The Novayan warships arrived as they prepped their rigs and and left for the battle. "Alright, girls! Listen up! We're gonna provide fire support and evacuation, and-- why is Novaya tagging along?!" Shinosaki exclaimed, having noticed Novaya following them. "Movie.... night.... cancelled.... don't... wanna be.... alone..." Novaya said. "Novaya... go tag along with Prophet. Alright, girls. Let's go!" Chrysantheme replied.

Western Area of CN-17

"Shinosaki here, approaching battlefield. Time to show them that Novaya's military might is NOT for show, ladies!" Shinosaki said as the three Novayan warships arrived at the battlefield where they spotted and fired at the first few Abyssal warships. "Attention, allied ships! This is Chrysantheme. YOu need fire support and tugging, call us! Cuz it's time to show them the military might of the Novayan Confederation during the 2nd Great World War, ladies and gentlemen!" Chrysantheme contacted the allied warships as the Novayan warships fire away at the Abyssal warships, one at a time.

by **The Selkie** » Tue Dec 05, 2017 10:09 am

Sleet Clans wrote:Nevlamas grinned as she watched one of the attacking Abyssal destroyers crack in half from what she assumed was one of her very own QF-24 torpedoes. She watched it start sinking for a moment, before starting to dive at a slow pace. However, the other two manage to launch their payloads of torpedoes, but from what she could see a lot of them veered off course. She could only hope that Spanish battleship had enough strength in her to maybe take one or two. Her and Whitney could stave off an entire ASW flotilla after all, although they could damn well try! She started to formulate a plan in her head as her tubes started to be reloaded. Rinse and repeat, she told herself. Make the enemy think you are in one location, then as soon as they look there, make them think you are in ano-

*PING*

FUCK! She cursed to herself as the active ping rolled over her hull. Of course the Abyssals would have active ASW ships in the area! Why the fuck wouldn't they?! The Sleetavian immediately went on the defensive, angling her bow downwards even more, but keeping her engine power at the same. She was off silent running however, and it didn't help that her crew were scrambling towards her bow in order to help the sub dive faster. If that active sonar ping hadn't given the enemy a return, the sound of her crew scrambling around inside of her and her somewhat-muted growling stomach would give her away on hydrophones, if they were listening. She had survived Japanese and North Korean depth charge runs and sonar attacks, she sure as hell could survive this first sortie with her new teammates!

......could she?

Kraicia wrote:
The Selkie wrote:-snip-

HLFFS Gibson Grover
Day Two - Coastal Training Grounds

"Right..." Gibson shrugged before debriefing the SDF Destroyer Tender, though his fear-powered nervousness remained lightly evident, "Your fellow elven seem to have forgotten that their boats ran low on diesel fuel during their outbilding (training). So, I took the call and got your elvens to low, but that could not go for the shiremen (officers) on board the boats. I therefore had to let me boats get them going again before towing them to me."

Sleet Clans wrote:-snip-

HLFFS Whitney
Day Two - With Nevlamas

"30 Knots. Range 1,000 meters." Whitney thought to herself as the calculations of the enemy abyssal destroyers' location were taken into account, "One torpedo shall do the sare (job)."

"Fire at will!" Whitney grunted back at her SC counterpart before unleashing a torpedo downrange at the unsuspecting abyssal destroyer. There may have been three abyssal destroyers, but at least ridding one of those destroyers meant one less volley of torpedoes for that Spanish battleship. Though to prevent detection as true to Whitney's objectives of stealth, she was sure to fire an electric-powered 533mm torpedo so that way it could go unnoticed amid the chaos and darkness alike.

The Kraician and SC torpedoes made their mark upon only one of the abyssal destroyer's starboard side, which only eliminated the torpedo volley by only six; however, Whitney realized that she and Nevlamas were in trouble. The most obvious problem was that the torpedoes were on course for the stranded Spanish battleship; however, that was only the least of Whitney's concerns as a much bigger threat loomed above Whitney and Nevlamas. The sound of an enemy ping made contact with Whitney's anechoic tiles, which although became absorbed, it gave the abyssals the indication of the possibility of another submarine on the hunt.

"Nevy, go! I'll meet back up with you once we get this witch off us!" Whitney growled to the best of keeping her voice down before shutting of her electro-mechanical computers and electric motors before slowly diving back down to the depths of the ocean.

Just like in the early morning, Whitney knew that her anechoic tiles made her appear like a scrambled school of fish on enemy radars, though her stealth was further enhanced when she dived down to a deeper depth. This was so to not only allow the sonar pings to weaken from traveling such depth, but also blend in with the darkness while absorbing any remains of a sonar ping to retain her invisibility. While all electric power was cut off except for basic essentials (e.g. Lights), Whitney could only sit in the darkness of the ocean before watching an all too familiar sight above her on the surface.

The faint and distorted shadows of abyssal ships up above patrolled the waters up above before there came the arrival of depth charges entering the water. To her fellow fairy crew inside the safety of her internals, the explosions only sounded like muffled grumbling and growls of a beast loyal to Davy Jones himself - the super Cephalopod monster that can drag an entire ship to the bottom with its giant tentacles and horrific bouts of strength, the Kraken. The sailor fairies (except for some officers and veteran sailors) froze in place while listening and tracking the explosions of the depth charges exploding up above - seemingly like the Kraken was hunting for another ship to bring to Davy Jones' Locker.

Convoy Battle.
As soon as the Ping returned one contact and the passive listeners believed to have picked up franctic action (they were absolutely not sure with all the commotion around them), thus establishing a rough position of the impudent submarines, Wafa gave a simple command: [Depth Charges.]
Now, there were many ways to deliver depth charges onto a target, the simplest of which was, of course, simply rolling them into the water in one form or the other. Late I-class Destroyers could, of course, do that, too, but they had a better option as well. The main failure of a depth charge rack was, that the hunter needed to pass over the target, making him blind in the crucial moment, giving submarines the chance to escape - thus, depth charge projectors had been developed, which threw depth charges forwards like with a catapult, thus allowing for the target lock to remain, further Pings going out.
Now, they only had to range in before their target vanished beneath the thermocline.
In all the racket around them, Wafa's ASW-destroyers missed Whitney completely. Wafa herself switched targets again, aiming her 6inch guns at a new battlegroup coming in, focussing on the destroyer (Chrysantheme, although she did not know her name), firing High Explosive Ammunition at her. Her two remaining torpedo-armed destroyers were being shot at, damaged, but not severely.
They vanished into the storm to reload and turn for the next attack, as the battleship was still in the water, hit, but still afloat, something they intended to change. The Abyssal Convoy passed behind them.

Amy. Training Grounds.
I listened to the story, crossing my arms under my chest, propping it up slightly.
He was afraid and he was right to be so, that much was evident - yet no one ever told me, that I couldn't mess with him while he reported. His report, though, made me both proud and embarrased - proud, that my boat's officers outright refused to leave their boats and embarrassed, that they forgot the fuel limits... again...
An old problem.
Still, it seemed to be the truth, the Commander had mentioned so much over radio.
I nodded. "Okay, Gibson, you're off the hook." A small smile crossed my features. "Sounds rather heroic, if you ask me... Both your crew's and your own deeds. Don't try to deny it." I thought for a moment. "Come to shore with all your fairies and your steadfast escort with hers and my fairies will cater them. And there'll be a reward for you two as well. After all, heroic deeds need to be thanked for, right?"
I had nothing in mind, that would leave anyone's honour in doubt.

Stilly. Battleship Dorms.
I wanted to object: Miss Dia was an excellent role model, beautiful and strong, but I knew, that it would lead to nowhere. I still blushed heavily at the compliment... and there was a note of sadness in my eyes.
Me? A positive attitude?
I still smiled a small, honest smile, as I wordlessly snuggled to Miss Dia, comforting her. I did not think, that there was the need to say anything more then that, but only to hold her tight - she, and I, needed it, I felt.
She felt warm.

Searc. On the way to the Sub-Pens.
I listened to Whona with half an ear, the rest devoted to my radio - orders from Coriolanus, we were to sortie. Battleship in distress, Whona and I were tugboats, Rhiannon had to give us cover. Nothing easier then tnat...
"I'm afraid, that we'll have to postpone that for a bit. Work first, fun later.", I told Whona, a playful, flirty smile on my lips - time to let Searc out, I'd say! "Although, blowing up Abyssals with such a beautiful battleship is going to be fun as well... Hm..."
I grinned and turned on my heels, towards the docks and my rigging.

by **Sleet Clans** » Tue Dec 05, 2017 11:30 am

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

As Nevlamas and Whitney both dived, Nevlamas gave the 'ok' signal to Whitney to let her know she understood. With that being done, she refocused on getting the hell out of there, some wildly thrown depth charges going off around her that she was thankful weren't accurate. They're probably shooting at Whitney, anyways, she thought to herself as she continued diving to get below the thermal layer. Thankfully, said thermal layer was strong enough that if she could slip under it, she could be effectively invisible to their ASW hunters from a certain distance. She eventually settled right into the 'shadow zone' of the thermal layer, where she breathed a sigh of relief. Although her own sonar was useless now that she was in the shadow zone, she could let hew crew reload her torpedo tubes in peace. As they resumed the half-done reloading process, she could only hope that that convoy wasn't getting too far away, and that her allies were alright...

by **Kraicia** » Tue Dec 05, 2017 3:55 pm

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

HLFFS Whitney
Day Two - Sector CN-17

Slowly enabling the electric engines and computers back to life, Whitney slowly crept back to life, though that was still remaining at a deep depth and cruising through the darkness at four (4) knots. While she can get moving again, her electro-mechanical decryption computers were still going to take some time to reboot after their emergency shutdown. Any calculation or decryption algorithm that had been in process prior to the shutdown had to be deleted from the mainframes, which would take at least six to seven minutes to clear.

In the meantime, Whitney slowly but gently raised her depth in order to get back into the fight unannounced. Nevlamas was out there somewhere, so Whitney knew that her fellow comrade was doing whatever she could to stay afloat amid the wrath of the abyssals; however, Whitney never exactly felt the usual fear that settled in from having to run for her life from ASW operations. She was the embodiment of every mythical creature and being associated with fear and terror imaginable - a grim reaper reborn as a anthropomorphized stealth submarine with the only color being black as death and darkness.

The shadows was her tool as much as it was her friend in her quest to send unsuspecting ships to the depths where Davy Jones awaited. If she was seen underwater as the real-life HLFFS Whitney, she would've been mistaken for a monstrous male cachalot whale, so it was only by that analogy that Whitney became a master of deception - though that didn't mean she was a charismatic manipulator as well, which was something she actually refrained from doing. This was no doubt as to why pre-nuclear Soviet submarines cowered away in fear from the Atlantic Ocean.

And this was how Whitney managed to slowly swim right back to the sound of salvos opening up from the surface. Like a cuttlefish cloaking itself in dark shades of colors to blend in with its surroundings, Whitney approached the source of where the 5in guns were being fired, which happened to lead towards a certain transport-class abyssal. While Whitney had no clue as to where the three of the ASW abyssals were, but she now had an interesting target entering her sights - definitely a peculiar prey ahead of her.

This transport abyssal was important in its own right, since it could potentially keep the destroyer-class abyssals supplied for as long as the destroyers are away from the safety of a port/harbor. Subsequently, it didn't take long for Whitney to prepare one of her torpedo tubes to give abyssals a thorn in their side. The destroyer-classes and the other possible abyssal warships were still out there, but without a transport abyssal, getting supplies in the middle of battle would be difficult in the long run.

The friendly Spanish battleship was the primary objective, but so was the enemy's assets that allowed them sortie away from home. According to some chatter that Whitney recovered prior to engagement, the Spanish battleship had apparently been shooting at an abyssal convoy, which only stirred up the watchdogs on a fierce counterattack. Why the Spanish battleship opened fire upon an abyssal convoy when it was stranded was something that Whitney could only question later, since one less transport-class abyssal meant a trip back home with diminishing supplies.

With only slight hesitation from steadily positioning herself for the kill, Whitney let off her second torpedo for the night at the transport-class abyssal's port side. Again, the torpedo was electric-powered to prevent the creation of wake; however, that was not to mention that the electric-powered torpedo was slightly slower to take into account of noise generation. Likewise, Whitney slowly dove as she watched her torpedo swim to its target like a murderous moray eel closing in upon its unsuspecting prey.

by **Novaya Equestria** » Wed Dec 06, 2017 4:50 am

The Selkie wrote:snip

Western Area of CN-17

"HE shells incoming!" The lookout fairy screamed as Chrysantheme nodded and made a beeline movement, dodging the HE ammunitions. "So this guys want fun, eh?! We'll give it to them!" Chrysantheme said, her voice becoming that of a nationalistic soldier. "URA!" Shinosaki yelled as her cannons shot HE munitions at Wafa's ASW destroyers. "Kill them all, and let God sort another of those Abyssals out for us!" Shiroiyuki barked as she, too, fired her cannons and launched torpedoes at Wafa's group. "Chrysantheme, pull back to us after unleashing your torpedoes. After that, MOVIE NIGHT, SHOWTIME!" Said Shinosaki to Chrysantheme, who nodded as she unleashed her torpedoes at Wafa's group before pulling back, all the while firing back and dodging enemy shells.

by **Legatia** » Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:06 am

LNS Coriolanus
At Sea, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1800 hours

She could already tell that the operation was starting to fall a little short. Reports from base were that Prophet's crew was having a massive brawl, which he allowed to happen, all four of the Novayans had sortied alongside the main group.

"Shinosaki, can I ask exactly what you four are doing?" Coriolanus cut across communications. "Your orders were to stand by, not to engage with the main group. Fall back immediately and maintain position near base so the carriers we have out aren't ambushed. Out." Hopefully they'd listen to her this time and pull of, and she let her hopes lie on that as the remainder of the group going with her formed up and sailed out.

The skies above them were grey and dark, as they rapidly rushed out to the stranded battleship. Rain pelted her armored deck as she maintained her relative silence, the only indication of positioning from her sensor arrays and visual confirmations.

"Praefecta, we are within optimal firing range." A fairy notified her quietly, as her guns were tracked off to the left, the barrels elevating to adjust for the range. "Weather will slew the shots. Adjust as best as you can for wind and stand by to fire." Her onboard mechanical computers would be able to compensate for some of the wind of the storm- inertia and luck would have to carry the rest. "AP successfully loaded, standing by to fire!"

"All ships, stand by to engage on my mark." She ensured that Rhiannon, Whona and Searc would be within their own firing ranges before she would allow them to open fire. The storm would allow them stealth for a while enough to get close enough..

"..All ships, execute maneuvers as detailed. You may fire at will."

A crack of thunder whipped out from her broadside, and she even felt the strain as her guns kicked against her as nine 1½ ton shells shot out. The grey of the water met the orange fire of the gunpowder as the salvo shot out, the sheer force of the round creating a depression in the water as they were discharged out into the storm. They were aimed at the heaviest thing afloat- the Re-class battleship, steaming away from the fight, directly to her citadel. A short salvo from her 6 inch turrets followed after, the shells arcing out towards Re.

"Rhiannon, stick close to me, we'll be pushing the offensive. Searc, Whona, come behind us. Whoever of you has more horsepower to spare get to tugging the battleship. Lewis, Higashikawa, make sure there's no holes they can exploit. Let's make this fast under storm cover. I don't want an ambush."

While her primary cannons remained trained on Re, her 6 and 5 inch batteries turned on nearby destroyers and engaged with a flurry of fire. While her 5 inches were almost beyond their effective range by a short margin, the 6in guns sat comfortably within it as they opened fire. Her 18in cannons followed up the shots on Re afterward as the group moved toward Lanza.

by **The Selkie** » Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:26 am

Sleet Clans wrote:
The Selkie wrote:-snip-

As Nevlamas and Whitney both dived, Nevlamas gave the 'ok' signal to Whitney to let her know she understood. With that being done, she refocused on getting the hell out of there, some wildly thrown depth charges going off around her that she was thankful weren't accurate. They're probably shooting at Whitney, anyways, she thought to herself as she continued diving to get below the thermal layer. Thankfully, said thermal layer was strong enough that if she could slip under it, she could be effectively invisible to their ASW hunters from a certain distance. She eventually settled right into the 'shadow zone' of the thermal layer, where she breathed a sigh of relief. Although her own sonar was useless now that she was in the shadow zone, she could let hew crew reload her torpedo tubes in peace. As they resumed the half-done reloading process, she could only hope that that convoy wasn't getting too far away, and that her allies were alright...

Kraicia wrote:
The Selkie wrote:-snip-

HLFFS Whitney
Day Two - Sector CN-17

Slowly enabling the electric engines and computers back to life, Whitney slowly crept back to life, though that was still remaining at a deep depth and cruising through the darkness at four (4) knots. While she can get moving again, her electro-mechanical decryption computers were still going to take some time to reboot after their emergency shutdown. Any calculation or decryption algorithm that had been in process prior to the shutdown had to be deleted from the mainframes, which would take at least six to seven minutes to clear.

In the meantime, Whitney slowly but gently raised her depth in order to get back into the fight unannounced. Nevlamas was out there somewhere, so Whitney knew that her fellow comrade was doing whatever she could to stay afloat amid the wrath of the abyssals; however, Whitney never exactly felt the usual fear that settled in from having to run for her life from ASW operations. She was the embodiment of every mythical creature and being associated with fear and terror imaginable - a grim reaper reborn as a anthropomorphized stealth submarine with the only color being black as death and darkness.

The shadows was her tool as much as it was her friend in her quest to send unsuspecting ships to the depths where Davy Jones awaited. If she was seen underwater as the real-life HLFFS Whitney, she would've been mistaken for a monstrous male cachalot whale, so it was only by that analogy that Whitney became a master of deception - though that didn't mean she was a charismatic manipulator as well, which was something she actually refrained from doing. This was no doubt as to why pre-nuclear Soviet submarines cowered away in fear from the Atlantic Ocean.

And this was how Whitney managed to slowly swim right back to the sound of salvos opening up from the surface. Like a cuttlefish cloaking itself in dark shades of colors to blend in with its surroundings, Whitney approached the source of where the 5in guns were being fired, which happened to lead towards a certain transport-class abyssal. While Whitney had no clue as to where the three of the ASW abyssals were, but she now had an interesting target entering her sights - definitely a peculiar prey ahead of her.

This transport abyssal was important in its own right, since it could potentially keep the destroyer-class abyssals supplied for as long as the destroyers are away from the safety of a port/harbor. Subsequently, it didn't take long for Whitney to prepare one of her torpedo tubes to give abyssals a thorn in their side. The destroyer-classes and the other possible abyssal warships were still out there, but without a transport abyssal, getting supplies in the middle of battle would be difficult in the long run.

The friendly Spanish battleship was the primary objective, but so was the enemy's assets that allowed them sortie away from home. According to some chatter that Whitney recovered prior to engagement, the Spanish battleship had apparently been shooting at an abyssal convoy, which only stirred up the watchdogs on a fierce counterattack. Why the Spanish battleship opened fire upon an abyssal convoy when it was stranded was something that Whitney could only question later, since one less transport-class abyssal meant a trip back home with diminishing supplies.

With only slight hesitation from steadily positioning herself for the kill, Whitney let off her second torpedo for the night at the transport-class abyssal's port side. Again, the torpedo was electric-powered to prevent the creation of wake; however, that was not to mention that the electric-powered torpedo was slightly slower to take into account of noise generation. Likewise, Whitney slowly dove as she watched her torpedo swim to its target like a murderous moray eel closing in upon its unsuspecting prey.

Novaya Equestria wrote:
The Selkie wrote:snip

Western Area of CN-17

"HE shells incoming!" The lookout fairy screamed as Chrysantheme nodded and made a beeline movement, dodging the HE ammunitions. "So this guys want fun, eh?! We'll give it to them!" Chrysantheme said, her voice becoming that of a nationalistic soldier. "URA!" Shinosaki yelled as her cannons shot HE munitions at Wafa's ASW destroyers. "Kill them all, and let God sort another of those Abyssals out for us!" Shiroiyuki barked as she, too, fired her cannons and launched torpedoes at Wafa's group. "Chrysantheme, pull back to us after unleashing your torpedoes. After that, MOVIE NIGHT, SHOWTIME!" Said Shinosaki to Chrysantheme, who nodded as she unleashed her torpedoes at Wafa's group before pulling back, all the while firing back and dodging enemy shells.

Convoy Battle.
Loosing the contact to the first engaged submarine, the one that hit the torpedo destroyer, was expected - if Wafa had to bet, she was sitting beneath the Thermocline and wondering where she could get a change for her newly brown-coloured panties.
For now, she was of little consequence and concern.
The other surface group was more of that, especially as the pesky little destroyer dodged her shells. That was little problem, the return fire wasn't as problematic either, as a Wa-class Transport Flagship like her had thick armour. She was not fast, so shellfire would most likely hit.
Her destroyers were fast and easily dodged the shellfire from the battleship, before doing three things: Continuing to send out hard Pings, scaring submarines as part psychological warfare, turning their main batteries onto the destroyer and unleashing violent volleys of 5inch High Explosive Ammunition onto her from all sides and in an erratic pattern (some of them would hit for sure!, they thought) and using their Depth Charge Projectors - throwing depth charges towards the cruiser and battleship.
It was not to throw off any torpedoes or to attack any submarine or even a surface ship (which would be awesome, because they were still barrels filled with explosives), but to create a barrier of visibility between them and the battleship and the cruiser, singling out the destroyer to rip her apart during her torpedo charge.
Speaking of, that little destroyer-whore had unleashed a few eels towards the group, most of which went wide - except one hitting Wafa herself, making her screech and using her own single 5inch AA-guns as additional artillery.
Sure, they were optimized for AA-fire, but she carried a few shells for surface warfare with her as well and those came to use right now...
...and then her torpedo destroyers, still on their curve, reported, that they had spotted a second reinforcement group, at least two battleships and two cruisers. To add salt to that wound, a second torpedo hit her from the other side.
Wafa knew, that she would not leave this area alive, unless a miracle happened...

Legatia wrote:
LNS Coriolanus
At Sea, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|1800 hours

She could already tell that the operation was starting to fall a little short. Reports from base were that Prophet's crew was having a massive brawl, which he allowed to happen, all four of the Novayans had sortied alongside the main group.

"Shinosaki, can I ask exactly what you four are doing?" Coriolanus cut across communications. "Your orders were to stand by, not to engage with the main group. Fall back immediately and maintain position near base so the carriers we have out aren't ambushed. Out." Hopefully they'd listen to her this time and pull of, and she let her hopes lie on that as the remainder of the group going with her formed up and sailed out.

The skies above them were grey and dark, as they rapidly rushed out to the stranded battleship. Rain pelted her armored deck as she maintained her relative silence, the only indication of positioning from her sensor arrays and visual confirmations.

"Praefecta, we are within optimal firing range." A fairy notified her quietly, as her guns were tracked off to the left, the barrels elevating to adjust for the range. "Weather will slew the shots. Adjust as best as you can for wind and stand by to fire." Her onboard mechanical computers would be able to compensate for some of the wind of the storm- inertia and luck would have to carry the rest. "AP successfully loaded, standing by to fire!"

"All ships, stand by to engage on my mark." She ensured that Rhiannon, Whona and Searc would be within their own firing ranges before she would allow them to open fire. The storm would allow them stealth for a while enough to get close enough..

"..All ships, execute maneuvers as detailed. You may fire at will."

A crack of thunder whipped out from her broadside, and she even felt the strain as her guns kicked against her as nine 1½ ton shells shot out. The grey of the water met the orange fire of the gunpowder as the salvo shot out, the sheer force of the round creating a depression in the water as they were discharged out into the storm. They were aimed at the heaviest thing afloat- the Re-class battleship, steaming away from the fight, directly to her citadel. A short salvo from her 6 inch turrets followed after, the shells arcing out towards Re.

"Rhiannon, stick close to me, we'll be pushing the offensive. Searc, Whona, come behind us. Whoever of you has more horsepower to spare get to tugging the battleship. Lewis, Higashikawa, make sure there's no holes they can exploit. Let's make this fast under storm cover. I don't want an ambush."

While her primary cannons remained trained on Re, her 6 and 5 inch batteries turned on nearby destroyers and engaged with a flurry of fire. While her 5 inches were almost beyond their effective range by a short margin, the 6in guns sat comfortably within it as they opened fire. Her 18in cannons followed up the shots on Re afterward as the group moved toward Lanza.

Rhiannon. Engaging.
"Understood, Ma'am!", I called back and once again wondered, how well a combat-meditation worked. Moments ago, as for the whole trip here, I had worried about Prophet - what if an enemy slunk past and attacked him, with his crew out.
I had half a mind to ask someone to escort him over radio, most likely Amy...
...but then, we arrived and Coriolanus opened fire on a Re-class Battleship.
Time for me to do my part. I raised my composite bow, not one of those new carbon fibre toys, but a real combat bow, as they had been in use with my people for centuries, and raised it with an arrow. In this storm, one could think, that it would be quite useless, but Sparkly Magical Shipgirl Bullshit as usual saved my shapely rear end in this case.
With half an ear, I heard Searc asking Whona to drag the Spaniard, she would provide covering fire.
Then I released my arrow, carrying the full weight of my broadside with it, towards the Re-class Battleship - and six seconds later, the next salvo. Six 135mm granades, High Explosive for the first round, incendiary for the second.
I had no illusions about my arrows/shells being able to penetrate the armour of a battleship, but making it burn would be a good start for the day and mark her as a target quite well.

by **Sleet Clans** » Wed Dec 06, 2017 10:20 am

The Selkie wrote:-snip-

In, and out. In, and out.

Nevlamas repeated that mantra she had used one too many times to herself as she rose out from the shadow zone. Even though she could feel the Abyssal destroyers' active sonar pings still, they were not actively hunting her. That, from what could see, was the worst possible mistake those tin cans could have made. Hell, it was the same mistake that the Japanese had done when they were hunting her and her fellow submarines, both Sleetavian and American. You never gave up on a sub hunt. You did that, and that sub would come back to bite you right in the ass, just as Nevlamas was about to do. And these cretins had the gall to abandon the hunt for not one, but two submarines! One of which was a technological powerhouse in comparison to Nevlamas's Second World War hull design!

Then again, you can hardly blame them, the Tyskou-class boat told herself. If her hydrophones weren't playing tricks on her, reinforcements in the form of multiple allied groups were dueling it out with the enemy in the middle of the thunderstorm. At the very least, her allies had shown up to take the heat off of her and Whitney. But she still couldn't linger; Those ASW destroyers were probably already honing in on her signature, so she had to act fast.

There! What sounded and looked like some sort of Abyssal capital ship loomed on her sonar and hydrophones, cowering behind her destroyers as the capital ship blazed away at her allies. She saw several torpedo hits spring up beside her hull, telling her that maybe Whitney wasn't too far away and was unloading torpedoes. That's good, she's still alive she thought to herself.

Time to strike. All of the Sleetavian's torpedo tubes were reloaded at this point. Even though they had been in the shadow zone, safe from enemy sonar, that hadn't meant that the crew hadn't been busy. She opened her tubes, all six of her bow ones, and lined up on the Abyssal capital ship. She had to be a little careful here; Aiming purely by sonar and sound wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but Nevlamas had a lot of practice. Besides, if she hit one of the dodging and weaving daemonic destroyers (The little shits!) and not the capital ship with this spread, that was fine with her. She just wanted to teach the Abyssals a lesson in underwater warfare they wouldn't forget anytime soon!

She let loose with the spread, the six QF-24 torpedoes rising near the surface and spearing towards the Abyssal capital ship. The entire time, the Abyssal active sonar hammered away at her, and it took all of Nevi's experience not to go full steam right there and then and start cavitating right there. That'd be embarrassing. Yeeeeaaaaaahhhh, let's not do that, she thought to herself (Ynannhluttr above, I do that a lot don't I?) as she once again started to dive, although this time as a quicker pace as she could hear those destroyers practically on top of her...

by **Yekrenia** » Wed Dec 06, 2017 11:39 am

ARY Lanza Blanca
Western Sector of CN-17

“Help has definitely took their time.” I muttered, which was surprising contrast to my inner thoughts. Sí, estoy por todos lados. Though that’s better than talking out loud like some incompetent political officer who doesn’t know mierda absoluta how to lead.

My armor may have cracked like the many times it did when struck by torpedoes, but here I was still. Decades of seafaring and two world wars had proven that I was impossible to put down. Even when larger ships like Yamato came around, I still held that proud crown.

I may not have the title of Empress or Queen, nor am I a princess to home sweet Yekrenia, but I am a knight that refuses to lie down when all goes to hell. The only time I lay to rest is when god knows I have fought well and hard.

I may be stranded and without fuel, but I was still going to make this fight count. My 16.7in batteries opened fire, not at the destroyers, but a certain battleship-class Abyssal. Ah, so someone is coming forth to challenge me, huh?

They wielded more guns than me of course, but that depends if they want to fight me while I stand here. Though that only made me chuckle humbly as I realize that help was already too close. Plus, they're incoming shells also came in to save the day as well.

Speaking of shells, more of those annoying incendiary shells kept coming in to keep my duendes stuck within my armored confinements. Though from my torpedo hits, some of my 5in turrets had been relinquished and allowed to function again.

Desperate to fight back, my duendes within their 5in gun turrets unleashed whatever salvos that could let off amid the fires. In the meantime, upon letting off another salvo from my starboard 16.7in gun turret, I waved down my rescue.

A task force was coming in my direction and let me tell a couple basic things. Primero, they were human and friendly unlike these satanas putas. Y segundo, they were attempting to flag me down as they approached me.

My helmet and face armor (plus visor) were still on my face, so I appeared half-machine to some of my rescuers. Then, I had an idea, which was immediately translated by a handful of my brave duendes as they embraced the fires on deck.

Apparently, despite the rain, these five souls of mine feared naught to the fires as they climbed up to one the top of my radar towers and raising the Yekrenese naval banner. The only thing different about my naval banner was the absence of the Yekrense crest.

The rain and wind combined made the banner wave slow, but it did attract attention. The same group of my sailors, however, moved towards the other radar mast and raised the duplicate flag there as well. Unfortunately, there was no point in raising flag at the stern, since the armored deck was on fire anyway.

Blue, white, and red waved in the rainy wind like the last bastion of hope in the dying night. Like the US Star Spangled Banner, through the rockets' red glare and the bombs bursting in air, both gave proof through the night that my flags were still there.

Amid my naval flags fluttering at the highest point, I transmitted one more radio transmission to my incoming rescuers, though my native South American Spanish accent was hard to avoid, "This is ARY Lanza Blanca. I presume you have answered to my prayers."

The last bit of my transmission was touched with a hint of religious zeal...

by **Mestovakia** » Wed Dec 06, 2017 4:00 pm

"Heehee~! To be free from those morons is so refreshing!" Re said, twirling with delight. "Freedom! At last, I can do my own thing without getting yelled at!" Re was definitely enjoying her freedom. Then a massive amount of shells started landing around her, turning her gleeful dancing into panicked flailing and dodging as she tried to avoid getting hit. "HEY!" She shook her fist at the offending party, Rhiannon. "Aim your cannons at the ones who are firing BACK at you, Not ME!" Then Lanza's broadside, practically point blank, whacked her in the face. Several 16.7 inch shells hitting something in unison was a force few could equal. Re took all the shells to the forehead, giggled dazedly, and subconsciously decided that now would be a good time to sit down. This she did; by falling over backwards and grinning absentmindedly up into the stormy sky as she floated on the water, pretty much KO'd.

by **Novaya Equestria** » Thu Dec 07, 2017 3:23 am

Legatia wrote:snip

"Oops! Sorry about that, Counter Admiral. I thought you want us to attack ahead. Thanks for the heads up." Shinosaki said. "Alright, everyone! Our actual orders are to stay near the base so that our carriers aren't ambushed." She said. "Roger!" Chrysantheme and Shiroiyuki replied. "But Counter Admiral, Novaya isn't with us. I told him to stay with Prophet so those two can provide air support should the need arise. Now what is.... oh no. I think we screwed up at leaving Novaya alone! QUICK! FULL SPEED!" Chrysantheme spoke as the three warships headed towards the two carriers.

Naval Base Waters

While the whole battle rages on in the west, Novaya, who's with Prophet, was slowly approaching the Allied carrier, sad, lonely, depressed, because his conditions didn't improved and only worsened. As the rain fell, Novaya pulled out his hands and watched as raindrops landed on his palms. Then, without hesitation, he shakenly/shakingly kissed the raindrops on his hands, tears falling from his eyes from being all alone and lonely, even though there's no rain, perhaps it's raining because Novaya's unable to watch the films Shinosaki brought, causing the clouds to rain. Had he listened to what his Novayan siblings said, Prophet would've been with him. Instead, he didn't, and wanted to follow them only to slow down.

"I....I don't want...to be....alone.... I... don't...wanna be....lonely...." Novaya's mind began to create sad thoughts. "The movie night....the party....all cancelled..... Is... this how.... I failed....to save those fairies....?" Novaya's mind processed those words as he collapsed, crying his eyes out. Now, the Allied Forces will have to contend with Novaya crying again.

by **Sterkistan** » Thu Dec 07, 2017 5:24 am

Battleship Whona
Open Waters (Following retcon, please correct me if I make mistakes)

Whona pulled Lanza's arm over her own shoulder, grunting as she did so, standing up straight.
She looked over at Searc,
"Watch for shells, torpedos, anything!" Yelling with urgency in her voice. The ship needed repairs pretty desperately, so double-timing it back to base was a necessity.
She gunned her engines, the extra weight leaving them at a measly 12 knots (correct me if I'm wrong).
"Jesus CHRIST, this is going to suck! This drink better be worth it!"

The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-

Battleship Diamantina
Battleship Dorms | Womens

Dia placed her arm around Stilly, holding her close. She felt Stilly's warmth, and it made her feel at ease, happy even.
Dia hummed quietly to herself before drifting off to sleep, right there on the the floor.
For the first time in a long time, these dreams would be happy ones.

by **Yekrenia** » Thu Dec 07, 2017 9:38 am

Mestovakia wrote:"Heehee~! To be free from those morons is so refreshing!" Re said, twirling with delight. "Freedom! At last, I can do my own thing without getting yelled at!" Re was definitely enjoying her freedom. Then a massive amount of shells started landing around her, turning her gleeful dancing into panicked flailing and dodging as she tried to avoid getting hit. "HEY!" She shook her fist at the offending party, Rhiannon. "Aim your cannons at the ones who are firing BACK at you, Not ME!" Then Lanza's broadside, practically point blank, whacked her in the face. Several 16.7 inch shells hitting something in unison was a force few could equal. Re took all the shells to the forehead, giggled dazedly, and subconsciously decided that now would be a good time to sit down. This she did; by falling over backwards and grinning absentmindedly up into the stormy sky as she floated on the water, pretty much KO'd.

Sterkistan wrote:Battleship Whona
Open Waters (Following retcon, please correct me if I make mistakes)

Whona pulled Lanza's arm over her own shoulder, grunting as she did so, standing up straight.
She looked over at Searc,
"Watch for shells, torpedos, anything!" Yelling with urgency in her voice. The ship needed repairs pretty desperately, so double-timing it back to base was a necessity.
She gunned her engines, the extra weight leaving them at a measly 12 knots (correct me if I'm wrong).
"Jesus CHRIST, this is going to suck! This drink better be worth it!"

The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-

Battleship Diamantina
Battleship Dorms | Womens

Dia placed her arm around Stilly, holding her close. She felt Stilly's warmth, and it made her feel at ease, happy even.
Dia hummed quietly to herself before drifting off to sleep, right there on the the floor.
For the first time in a long time, these dreams would be happy ones.

ARY Lanza Blanca
Sector CN17 - With Whona

“Dispara primero, habla después ¿Ya veo? Lo suficientemente justo.” I shrugged as I got pull along by this unnamed yet friendly battleship in mind, though it was at that moment that I was speaking in Spanish, which only earned me a look of confusion.

Ah yes, the language barrier - the bane of two differentiating cultures meeting together. Yes I know English, yet that was without saying that I had a thick accent in my English (which I was fluent by the way). Though why care to my thoughts, when I have confusion at hand?

Not missing a heartbeat, I spoke back in my accented English, “Pardon me, young one, just keep moving. I believe I don’t have to explain why with these putas de satanás around.”

¡Mierda! I just spoke a bit of Spanish to my rescuer I haven’t even formally introduced myself towards. Plus, I don’t think the battleship in mind has seen my face yet to recognize me, simply because my helmet and face armor (plus visor) were shielding my face.

Still, it be a fool’s move to remove any bit of my armor for anyone’s comfort. Though come to think of it, the battleship needed a free hand to grab from me, so I decided to sheath my longsword for now and let my right hand be over the battleship’s shoulder.

My armor had either cracked or flew off, though I experienced such damage before in two different world wars. Torpedo by U-Boats in both world wars, along with airborne attacks by the Japanese during my fateful visit to the Philippines. I’m an old juggernaut after all you know.

Though I didn’t realize for a moment that I my armored deck still on fire. I hope this battleship in mind had some fire hoses on hand, since the rain isn’t doing mierda absoluta to extinguish these heathen flames. My brave duendes who raised the naval banners weren’t much help either.

In fact, I also realized that the stranded duendes who been left overboard were left behind as well. ¡Mierda! Somebody better save them while I’m away, and whoever can do that better know how to speak Spanish or sign language.

Likewise, this tow was really helpful to get me along; however, I can’t help but actually ask my rescuer’s name, “Oye, señora, I haven’t got your name.”

by **Mestovakia** » Thu Dec 07, 2017 9:48 am

Having several shells beat a tattoo onto your forehead is not a pleasant sensation. As Lanza was aided by Whona, Re opened her eyes and shaking got to her feet a few metres away, rubbing her head and wincing at the painful sensation. "Ow.....Senorita....Por Qué?" She said to Lanza, still kind of half-unconscious.

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