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

by **The Selkie** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 2:19 am

Base, Sector CN-17, Operational Sector Wide Sea - South West.
Start of Day 3.
Rhiannon doesn't want to wakey... but I must, I'm afraid. Coriolanus has called for a muster and I didn't want to be late. My crew, faithful chaps that they are, woke me up at 6 o'clock sharp, just like I asked them to later last night.
Good lads, the lot of them.
I smiled as I looked into my dorm room, which I shared with Brightbell, Vancouver and Coralier - the music played by other light cruiser in the room made me smile, the memory still fresh. I'd have nothing against hearing it again, maybe dancing with her or Prophet to it.
Maybe both...
Anyway, 6 o'clock... I peeled myself out of my covers and got dressed: Better get a headstart on today's work before the muster of Coriolanus began. I had showered last night, I didn't need to do it again. I did so as silent as a 7,000 tons light cruiser could, which was by now rather silent, if I do say so myself... the last two days had been hectic. With a lot of new arrivals and activity, with the Abyssals starting to move again, with us fighting them like we were supposed to, with us choosing our own flagship (and apparently making a good choice), with Horizon's little temper tantrum (I'd start with that as soon as we were stabilized, I promised myself) following that, with Novaya's depression due to dying fairies, the franctic tries of his comrades to shake him out of it, me commiting insubordination, expecting to get harshly punished, but getting let off the hook... movie night.
New arrivals as well, from Lanza Blanca, someone I still had to meet, to Stilly, Nevlamas, Searc, Prophet (who I quickly claimed as my boyfriend), many, many others...
I had slept like a log. It would be a fun day today.
As the jimp office lady in a skimpy fur dress I sometimes fancied myself was known to do, I stood in front of the Admiralty - the first morning without being the next best thing to being the local secretary and paperweight... it was certainly a new feeling, that was for sure. Coriolanus and Hydrus would do a good job, I knew.
"So...", I muttered to myself as the air patrol rushed past me overhead, "Let's see, who's up already as well!"

by **Novaya Equestria** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 3:09 am

Day 3

"WAKE UP!" Novaya screamed at Chrysantheme's face as he shook her. "Not... now..." The Novayan destroyer said. "We gotta muster, you know!" He responded, causing her to wake up. "HAI!" She replied as she changes attire. Then the two got out of the room to meet up with Shiroiyuki, Shinosaki, and the fairy Admiral and the Novayan Fairy staff. "You ready, volks?" The fairy Admiral, wearing the same attire Novaya wore (only with the star with an anchor at each sleeve's end and the Admiral shoulder board) asked. "Opo. Let's go!" With that, the four Novayan warships left the dorms and head towards the area where Coriolanus was at.

by **Higher Japan** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 3:37 am

Third Day

"Hold on..." Higashikawa muttered, shooing his fairies off as he got up at about 5:30, waking up with some weird bed hair, he slowly got down from the bed as he opened the curtain and stretched slightly. As he cracked his neck, he went over to his closet while his fairies got his other necessities ready as he changed out of his button up shirt into a more formal military uniform with actual pants this time. After making sure that he had his radars on along with some light make up on his face, he left for the parade square.

On the other hand, breakfast could be smelt from the restaurant as earlier at 3 AM, as Himiko barged into the restaurant, in her regular uniform along with Himito already making some scones in the industrial ovens as she stared at him. "What the hell." Instead of responding, he merely went over to his work table as he prepared another batch of bread. Sighing, Himiko went over to her store as she checked the stocks. Stocks were slowly being depleted with luxury food now being a real luxury, no wonder her brother had begun to turn back to his morning habit of early morning bread. Getting to work quickly, she prepared another regular breakfast, this time more western as eggs were prepared while jam was remade. Today, breakfast would be more moderate and not as fancy as the previous days as the smell of western food, familiar to other ships, went through the entire base.

by **The Selkie** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 4:52 am

Rhiannon. Office of the Cruiser Leader, Admiralty.
The first thing I did when I entered my office was throwing open the windows - the air was a bit stale and I needed the good, fresh morning air to make that go away.
And as I did throw open the windows, my nose was assaulted in one of the most pleasant ways, one, which I had missed earlier: The Twins were at it again, cooking and preparing breakfast. It was nearly too good to be true!
Nearly.
"No, bad Rhiannon!", I scolded myself as I nearly skipped work and went to the restaurant for breakfast. "You work! Fun later!"
Hopefully involving my boyfriend..., I added in thought. I had not forgotten his offer to take a look at my old armour, I just needed to find the crate, and I would show it to him... and maybe show it to him as well. I was, after all, a Selkie...

Bay of Tears.
The leader of the Abyssals in the Wide Sea's South West was a Harbour Water Demon, a fearsome creature, that put testament to the name of Abyssals as she seemed to be a demon directly out of the deepest pits of hell - and a succubus on top of that.
She had her own little assistant, the Tsu-class Light Cruiser Tsundere, which was not a little tsundere herself, not at all... which, the Harbour Water Demon noted with a smile showing many, many teeth, was a good explanation why the little cruiser was berating a Prince, showing clear hostility to the "Baka-Prince".
It was not the new arrival from last night, Prince Comet had been invited to this little morning situation report in the Bay of Tears, as were the other Princesses and Princes commanding battlegroups in the area, including the Armoured Cruiser Hime. Said Baka-Prince was in charge over a small cruiser group, which was assigned to Mamiya Island's Wayne Princess, a small port Princess with far too much time on her little hands.
Both of them, Comet and the Armoured Cruiser Hime, had done a splendid job last night, the Convoy had come through, even with the opposition, with only relatively minor losses: A Re-class could be replaced and while Wafa had gone down, she did so with good reason. She would praise them today.
The Water Demon tapped her fingers, eager to start with the meeting.

by **Sterkistan** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 5:06 am

Battleship Diamantina
Battleship Dorms | DAY 3

Dia groaned as she shook herself out of bed and onto the ground. Bringing herself to her feet and yawning, her messy hair traipsing over her face, shoulders, chest and back. She checked the time on the wall-mounted clock, awake at a brisk 5:45 am.
Dia stretched in the window, basking in the morning sunlight. Yawning again, rubbing her eyes and quickly undressing from her pyjamas.
She brushed her hair behind her head, lazily dressing in her usual dress, adorned with sunhat, thigh-socks and parasol. Before making her way to the bath-house for a shower, hoping to miss the pre-muster rush that was sure to proceed as people woke up late.
She showered, cleaning herself off thoroughly, brushing her teeth and washing her hair. By the time she had finished it it had hit 6:45, and she was dressed, clean and ready for the day.

She went back up to her room, using the mirror to get herself prim and proper. Before heading back outside, realising the scent of breakfast cooking was wafting enticingly through the base grounds, but she wouldn't allow herself to become distracted, the muster was awaiting and she had hoped to apologise to Sergei for being so unreasonable the day before.

Dia arrived at the muster point at 7:15, deciding it was better to be early than late.

Battleship Whona
Base Grounds | Day 3

Whona was standing atop the maintenance shed, sword in hand and perched up on one foot, slowly shifting through stances as the sun peeked over the horizon. She inhaled the fresh morning air deeply, feeling the dew atop her head as she came out of her trance-like state.

Whona quickly showered and changed, unfortunately arriving a few minutes late for the muster. But had the perfect excuse planned out already should the need for it arise.

by **The Assorted Saharan Outposts** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 5:29 am

"You know, you, Anchor and I had done very well during the convoy battle," Comet commented to his assistant, Starbkard, as he walked into the room with the meeting. "I mean, you two avoided getting shot. With Anchor that's less impressive, I must admit, but you impressed me."

"O-Oh?" Starboard glanced at the Prince, slightly surprised. Comet's shift in personality, from on the raging to off of it, was a surprising change, and without a doubt it was always going to be. "Thank you, sir. To be honest, I was just trying to keep up with you."

"And you did a wonderful job with it." The man chuckled before his lips suddenly angled down into a frown. "Though, Starstruck and Halve failed to meet my expectations. We're going to have to go through that during training. Harsh weather or not, it's not an excuse to miss a target."

"I mean...she's made from other boats, isn't she? I'm surprised that she doesn't have anything wrong with her head. Well...not terribly wrong, at least." Starboard shook her head. "Besides, she was made by Manhattan, she said? They're more economists than they are fighters."

Comet held back a laugh as he nodded. "I can't say you're wrong, Starboard. Certainly can't say that." With that said, Comet turned to the Harbor Demon and waited for the meeting to begin.

by **The Selkie** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 7:41 am

Stilly. Parade Grounds.
While I enjoyed the movie yesterday more then I am willing to admit, I was relatively punctual for the mustering called together and I was delighted to see, that I was not the first one. I would have to grab breakfast later, judging by those smells.
Searc was with me, the cruiser, I mean - the older girl, yawning as she had been watch for our guest during the night, had her bow strapped to her back, slack to not strain the wood needlessly, a quiver with arrows on her belt. She looked sleepy, but good.
I had washed up yesterday evening, after the movie, together with Rhiannon, who did my hair, while I did hers. She had hugged me for a long time, too... did she know, that I had another attack of the Shaking of War? I didn't think, that Miss Dia would snitch that to her, but she did hug me tightly, which I gladly accepted.
"Searc?", I asked the light cruiser, who yawned again as we came to the parade grounds - I had spotted Miss Dia! "Would you mind me going to say hello to Miss Dia?"
I even pointed into her direction, so that Searc knew, who I was talking about - and immediately, Searc was wide awake. "Well, I'll have to introduce myself to her, don't I?", she asked with a smile, motioning me along.

Amy. Restaurant.
Guilty as charged, I think - I did not want to delay breakfast, I needed it and a morning cuppa. And it smelled far too good.
So, I made my way up the hill, hair in a bit of morning disarray, but fully dressed. Or what passed as fully dressed for me, clad in my swimsuit and jacket combo, the latter closed - it was a bit cold, I felt.
Anyway, the smells were simply too much for little old me...
"Good morning!", I called forwards, "You two are awake, I see - it smells delicious!"

Bay of Tears.
Calling the meeting room a room was a bit too much, space was much more fitting as they sat on a series of stones and log scattered around the 'throne' of the Water Demon, a slightly larger stone, which stuck out of the ground on the beach.
Still, it was a nice place, the Demon noted as the two chatting new arrivals came to them, Comet and his assistant. As they were finished, the Demon motioned to a stone in the semicircle, close to the Demon, as seat for Comet. Nex to him was the spot for an Aircraft Carrier Demon, which the carrier in question occupied, despite her low rank, her head was high.
"Good morning, Comet.", the Harbour Water Demon greeted politely, "And welcome to my circle. Please, seat yourself. We still need to wait for some stragglers and for my assistant to calm down, then we will begin. In the meantime, I believe, that the late Wafa's destroyers linked up with you. Are they coping with their loss?"

by **The Assorted Saharan Outposts** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 9:56 am

As Comet sat down, he let out a small hum, as if he was uncomfortable with the question, and shook his head. "They're dealing with it as well as they can," he answered as he leaned backwards, though being sure not to fall off the stone. Starboard, meanwhile, sat close by. She didn't want to stray to far away from her boss. "I'm sure that, given time, they'll be more eager than ever to fight. Loss is a quite the motivator for a warrior. I've learned that through experience."

Surely those Destroyers would be wanting to avenge the Wafa. Comet certainly would in there position. Of course, in his current position, Comet also felt he was responsible to make sure nothing terrible happened to those destroyers. He didn't want the to sink, otherwise Wafa's sacrifice would be in partial vain.

by **Suoji** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 10:13 am

Base, Sector CN-17

Jokosuka stared around at the vast complex of buildings around him. He’d sped ahead of the rest of the convoy and now was missing the company he had.
“I would have though they would have caught up by now!” He sighed, and sat down on a small bench that was sitting next to him. He had two bags with him, one mostly clothes and necessities, and just containing books and personal belongings. They were both made of a thick, brown leather. He opened one up, and pulled out a small note, with multiple sentences and paragraphs scrawled all over it. It was from Nahago, Nijura, Jinji and Jinsei - his friends back at home. He smiled as he read the note; strict rules dictated that he couldn’t communicate with them, so this was the last he’d ever hear of them.

He stared up. Still no-one. He considered going in, but then decided against it. They’d probably want to meet everyone when the supply convoy comes in, and he didn’t want to interrupt anything that was going on. He turned around to watch the sea behind him, still clutching the note in his hand.

by **Bentus** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 2:45 pm

USS Lewis Point
Naval Base, Movie Night

Lewis sat quietly at the back of the room, listening to the flagship’s debriefing. She had removed one of her earbuds to hear the speech, but anyone sitting close enough to her would still hear the music pounding away. The cruiser’s mood had soured since she’d received the call to deploy, her initial excitement at the opportunity to stretch her legs dashed by the soaking cold rain that had greeted the reinforcing vessels. She’d been hoping to score a kill or two for her troubles, but instead had been ordered to hold back while the Abyssals flail around just outside of her range. Lewis had to resist the temptation go after the ASW destroyers when the cowards began to run, knowing that she would have left the battleships’ flank wide open. She had left hoping to scratch her trigger finger but instead wound up cold, damp and still goddamn hungry as all hell.

Sighing to herself, Lewis felt a stab of jealousy as her mind wandered over to the captured Re-class. Battleships weren’t too tough without their rigging, and she would have enjoyed the chance to bring the oversized paperweight down a couple pegs. Instead she was stuck listening to a lecture while Searc got to have all the fun without her. Although if Lewis had her way, she would have scuttled the battleship before it could even set foot on the base. The only good Abyssal was one lying on the seafloor in a hundred little pieces, after all. Lewis was certain that the Re was up to something, she just wasn’t quite sure what yet.

As the group was dismissed and Coriolanus left to attend to their guest, Lewis casually returned her earbud to its rightful place and allowed for the music to drown out whatever nonsense the Novoyans were spouting. She had no intention of sticking around for their stupid slumber-party, especially after the stunt the carrier pulled during the deployment. If they had needed air support, he would have left them as sitting ducks. Not to mention that his inability to pull it together would undoubtedly put whatever poor bastard had to escort him in danger. Scoffing to herself, Lewis realized that – knowing her luck – she’d probably draw the short straw and have to babysit the idiot herself next time he was assigned to an op.

Typical. If he collapses into a quivering wreck even without being shot at, then he’s more of a liability than he’s worth. Then again, what did Lewis really expect from a flat-top? Sure they could dish out the hurt while they sat safe and snug far from the action behind a layer of escorts, but as soon as the going got tough they’re as helpless as a freighter. Even the other carrier in the fleet had apparently allowed his crew to go AWOL during the engagement, and he was supposedly all fine-and-dandy.

Pushing herself to her feet, Lewis stretched her arms above her head – her mood having been thoroughly soured – before making to leave for the dorms without even a backwards glance. If she were lucky she’d still be able to find some food lying around and get some shut-eye before the muster.

Cruiser Dorms, Day 3

Lewis took another swig from her water bottle as she entered the dorms, successfully separating herself from the brisk morning chill. The refreshing liquid was a welcomed relief and she let out a satisfied ‘ahh’ after having greedily gulped down the last of it. Dressed in a tank top and leggings, every inch of Lewis’ exposed skin had felt the tiny needles of the cool breeze and she noted the slight post-workout aches in her limbs with a smug feeling of triumph. She’d been slacking off for the last couple of days, and now she was paying the price.

Lewis glanced down at her watch as she climbed the stairs to her room. 7:00 hours – which left thirty minutes to shower and change. It wasn’t ideal, but she never really put too much effort into these muster pomp-fests anyway – just enough so that she didn’t get written up or reprimanded by the officer on deck. Although that meant that her usual outfit was going to have to stay in the wardrobe. An added benefit was that her roommates were all probably already either heading towards the muster or at the showers, which allowed Lewis to successfully put off interacting with any of them for a few hours more.

After a brief shower to wipe away any grime and sweat, Lewis changed into a curt but simple uniform – eschewing the popular knee-length skirt and heels in favour of the far more practical trousers and boots. She didn’t bother going to the effort of pinning any medals or the like – heck, she didn’t even remember if she’d packed them – and her buttoned jacket hid the fact that she’d skipped putting on a tie. All-in-all, a quick glance in the mirror told Lewis that she wasn’t going to be winning any best-on-show awards any time soon, but that she was presentable enough to call her efforts a success.

The cruiser glanced one last time at her watch: 7:20. Perfect. She’d get there right on time.

by **The Selkie** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 4:37 pm

Bay of Tears.
While Tsundere was still berating her Baka-Prince, the Harbour Water Demon nodded. "I see.", she told Comet, "Thank you for your assessment, Comet. Indeed, they'll be more motivated then ever and even more reckless... without a flagship to lead them, it will be difficult to reign them in."
"My Lady.", the Aircraft Carrier Demon next to Comet spoke, "With your kindest permission, I would like to take care of those five... unless, of course, Prince Comet wishes to take them."
The Harbour Water Demon thought for a moment, then looked at Comet. "What do you think, Comet? Five destroyers, free of charge, to start up your second squadron?", she asked, the small smile on her lips saying, that she was indeed thinking about it and thinking that it was not a bad idea.

Bentus wrote:USS Lewis Point
Naval Base, Movie Night

Lewis sat quietly at the back of the room, listening to the flagship’s debriefing. She had removed one of her earbuds to hear the speech, but anyone sitting close enough to her would still hear the music pounding away. The cruiser’s mood had soured since she’d received the call to deploy, her initial excitement at the opportunity to stretch her legs dashed by the soaking cold rain that had greeted the reinforcing vessels. She’d been hoping to score a kill or two for her troubles, but instead had been ordered to hold back while the Abyssals flail around just outside of her range. Lewis had to resist the temptation go after the ASW destroyers when the cowards began to run, knowing that she would have left the battleships’ flank wide open. She had left hoping to scratch her trigger finger but instead wound up cold, damp and still goddamn hungry as all hell.

Sighing to herself, Lewis felt a stab of jealousy as her mind wandered over to the captured Re-class. Battleships weren’t too tough without their rigging, and she would have enjoyed the chance to bring the oversized paperweight down a couple pegs. Instead she was stuck listening to a lecture while Searc got to have all the fun without her. Although if Lewis had her way, she would have scuttled the battleship before it could even set foot on the base. The only good Abyssal was one lying on the seafloor in a hundred little pieces, after all. Lewis was certain that the Re was up to something, she just wasn’t quite sure what yet.

As the group was dismissed and Coriolanus left to attend to their guest, Lewis casually returned her earbud to its rightful place and allowed for the music to drown out whatever nonsense the Novoyans were spouting. She had no intention of sticking around for their stupid slumber-party, especially after the stunt the carrier pulled during the deployment. If they had needed air support, he would have left them as sitting ducks. Not to mention that his inability to pull it together would undoubtedly put whatever poor bastard had to escort him in danger. Scoffing to herself, Lewis realized that – knowing her luck – she’d probably draw the short straw and have to babysit the idiot herself next time he was assigned to an op.

Typical. If he collapses into a quivering wreck even without being shot at, then he’s more of a liability than he’s worth. Then again, what did Lewis really expect from a flat-top? Sure they could dish out the hurt while they sat safe and snug far from the action behind a layer of escorts, but as soon as the going got tough they’re as helpless as a freighter. Even the other carrier in the fleet had apparently allowed his crew to go AWOL during the engagement, and he was supposedly all fine-and-dandy.

Pushing herself to her feet, Lewis stretched her arms above her head – her mood having been thoroughly soured – before making to leave for the dorms without even a backwards glance. If she were lucky she’d still be able to find some food lying around and get some shut-eye before the muster.

Cruiser Dorms, Day 3

Lewis took another swig from her water bottle as she entered the dorms, successfully separating herself from the brisk morning chill. The refreshing liquid was a welcomed relief and she let out a satisfied ‘ahh’ after having greedily gulped down the last of it. Dressed in a tank top and leggings, every inch of Lewis’ exposed skin had felt the tiny needles of the cool breeze and she noted the slight post-workout aches in her limbs with a smug feeling of triumph. She’d been slacking off for the last couple of days, and now she was paying the price.

Lewis glanced down at her watch as she climbed the stairs to her room. 7:00 hours – which left thirty minutes to shower and change. It wasn’t ideal, but she never really put too much effort into these muster pomp-fests anyway – just enough so that she didn’t get written up or reprimanded by the officer on deck. Although that meant that her usual outfit was going to have to stay in the wardrobe. An added benefit was that her roommates were all probably already either heading towards the muster or at the showers, which allowed Lewis to successfully put off interacting with any of them for a few hours more.

After a brief shower to wipe away any grime and sweat, Lewis changed into a curt but simple uniform – eschewing the popular knee-length skirt and heels in favour of the far more practical trousers and boots. She didn’t bother going to the effort of pinning any medals or the like – heck, she didn’t even remember if she’d packed them – and her buttoned jacket hid the fact that she’d skipped putting on a tie. All-in-all, a quick glance in the mirror told Lewis that she wasn’t going to be winning any best-on-show awards any time soon, but that she was presentable enough to call her efforts a success.

The cruiser glanced one last time at her watch: 7:20. Perfect. She’d get there right on time.

Rhiannon. Admiralty.
At around 7:19, I stretched myself.
I hate paperwork. It's not good for my keel, it made my head hurt, it was boring and no one would read it anyway, so it was just killing trees. That was not nice.
Still, I had quite a headstart for today, which was good - and in ten minutes, Coriolanus' assembly would begin. I smiled - now was as good as a time as any to stop and get out there. I could pick it up later, when we were finished down there.
So, with a sigh, I got up, packed the papery shit up and went out, first out of my office as the cruiser leader, then out of the Admiralty Building, towards the Parade Grounds. I wore, as usual, my Geansai and that quite proudly, as well as practicing Abhcan's Cadance - a very special way of walking, which made the hips swing and only emphasized that with the skirt.
I stepped out into the morning - and spotted a few familiar sights: Searc, Stilly, Dia, a few others were already there, including a new acquaintance from yesterday. "Good morning, Lewis.", I greeted the other light cruiser, "Slept well?"

by **The Assorted Saharan Outposts** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 5:08 pm

Comet would glance at the aircraft carrier as she spoke, his eyes looking her up and down, combing for every detail and looking for anything that might seem out of place. That was a habit of his with anyone, to be fair. it wasn't anything the demon should take offense to.

Though, when the question had came to him, Comet's eyes practically widened in shock. He looked towards the Harbor Demon and nodded eagerly. "My lady, it would be an honor to receive such a group of boats. I humbly accept the offer."

"More boats?" Starboard had muttered as she made a mental note of it in her head. Right, five more ships to deal with. Lovely...five more ships that could accidentally shoot her or Prince Comet out of the water, and if they happen to hit the latter, her head was going to be served on a plate for letting them do that to the Prince, no doubt.

by **Mestovakia** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 5:33 pm

Legatia wrote:---

Yesterday

"Uh..." Re looked blankly at the maps, then looked sheepishly up at the Interrogator. "I'm kinda new to the area myself...there's a base at the Bay of Tears...I dunno what's actually there, though." She shrugged, smiling apologetically. "I was never really focused on that stuff, that was my Hime's job. She just told us types where to go and what to do. She never gave us anything useful like what you want."

Today

Re stretched her legs, looking around her cell. "Well, this is boring."

by **Sterkistan** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 5:42 pm

The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-

Battleship Diamantina
Parade Grounds

Dia waved as Stilly and Searc approached, her cheeks flush in the fresh morning air.
"Hello Stilly, how are you this morning?" She asked, noticing there was a skip in the girls step, which was a sight better than yesterday.
"Oh, who's your friend. I don't believe we've been acquainted, but I have seen you around before."
Dia held her parasol close to her shoulder, opened above her to lower the intensity of the harsh tropical sun, despite also wearing a large sunhat.

by **Legatia** » Mon Dec 11, 2017 10:32 pm

LNS Coriolanus
Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|0500 hours

Coriolanus had fallen asleep last night, peacefully, in her bed after a long night of doing paperwork, and drawing up the final plans..

...is what she had thought. Instead, she had fallen asleep just before finishing the last major parts of it, the bottle of red atop the table, the glass she had drank from half-empty to her left.

Waking in a slight, drowsy stupor, she glanced at the clock, and sighed, rousing herself from the chair. She was still on schedule, just a tiny bit tired. She would be fine, she knew. The maps were mostly done- it was nothing complex, and she was able to finish them rapidly before rousing and shedding her clothes. It was still early enough, she knew, so she packed everything up that she needed and got it ready. Once that was done, she changed into a pair of shorts, sneakers, and a loose tee, before heading out into the early morning air.

The jog she took in the mornings was one of her few reprieves from daily life, and she loved running here. Everywhere she was stationed, she could find wonder in- the hills and mountains of Silanum, the woods of Imperia, and the similar tropical forests of Coriolanus- the province from which she drew her name- offered a unique experience every time she did so. The Naval Base here was no different, as gravel wedged itself into her shoes- she was at peace with the warm greenery of the base's forests.

Upon this run, she encountered something she hadn't in quite a while- another soul. A conversation was struck up between the girl and she- revealing herself as the new arrival she spoke to yesterday, Lewis. Coriolanus had kept pace with her throughout her run, before breaking their separate ways- she quite enjoyed the company, honestly, and talking with someone about something not related to her command was another breath of fresh air.

Yet, she made it back, showered, changed and prepared for the day by 0630. She took the time inbetween the scheduled muster to set up her materials within the mess hall, where briefing proper would take place, and finalize the preparations she had started last night. Reserve guard was set, artillery crews were informed, base aircraft prepared for the operations.

At 0730 sharp, she took her place upon the podium and looked over the assembly. She waited for silence and did not begin until she had it.

"..Good morning, everyone. I trust you are all well-rested and prepared." Rhetorically, she gave an incline of the head before looking back to the mess hall. "We will be holding the meeting proper in the dining hall, where breakfast will be served immediately after in preparation for the operation. If everyone can file there, we'll begin."

Coriolanus waited 5 minutes for the assembled ships to transit there, where her displays were set up at the dais, where she and Hydrus took up positions.

"..As some of you may know, today is the day we are set to begin major combat operations. After the fleet action of yesterday, we were able to secure a highly-prized target- a Re-class battleship. Information extracted to her has made our job incredibly easy, and I have pinpointed the locations of what we are going to be dealing with." Lifting a page on the display, the map included Shipwreck Island and the Base in one, with positions and an arrow for movement drawn on.

"Today's operation will have the fleet sortie south to Sector DN-17 in full force. Today has optimal conditions, bright skies, high visibility- which is going to be a blessing and a curse for us. Our objective today is large- we are securing the route to and the area of the Shipwreck Islands in their entirety. Failing that, we will be securing the northern portion of it and doing a number on their capabilities. The three major installations we need to worry about are here, here, and here. The first one- Airfield Princess- is our primary target. It is the single greatest threat to the operation, and therefore it is a priority to engage. The first part of our operation, Phase A, involves it and the Hellboat Princess to the south."

She paused, looking over the notes, before continuing.

"Our carriers are essential in this operation, and for the most part we will be operating as a single entity under my command. Tokai, Novaya, Prophet and Legate, your priority first is to deal with the strike craft- torpedo bombers, dive bombers, anything with a capability to harm our surface combatants. Lighter vessels will remain in the rear to provide cover for these vessels- that means our destroyers- while our light cruisers will escort both our capital ships and our carriers as needed. Submarines are to form a picket to our western flank."

"Once the enemy air threat is destroyed, our air superiority assets will rearm for limited surface attack roles- rockets, cannons, the like. Strike aircraft of our own will be hitting that base- hard and fast, and our surface combatants with range- our battleships and heavier cruisers- are gonna be doing the same. It's a stationary target out in the open- aim, aim, aim. You will have ammo to spare, but hit precise. Hydrus will be remaining with the carrier group to provide air coordination."

"Phase B concerns the Hellboat Demon. They will be an incredibly strong threat, but understand that they don't know we know about them. Their element is surprise. You keep your lookouts focused on small disturbances and call it out immediately if you confirm them. There are three ways they will approach, in order of likeliness- one, they will cut through the gap in the middle and attempt to rush the formation; two, they will swing around the islands and attempt to hit our rear, 3, they will go the opposite way around the island and attempt to hit us- I doubt they will have the range to dare doing something like that, but be careful. In an ideal world, we take out Airfield Princess before the boats get here. Don't expect it. Be prepared to fight both at once. If it comes to that, surface combatants place priority on taking those vessels out immediately. Air assets will focus on the Princess, and we'll raze the Hellboat Demon herself once we get there."

"..As for the final one.." She shook her head. "This is a secondary objective. This is a coastal artillery installation defending a pass they may use for flanking. It has little strategic importance to me, and we don't need to worry about it and waste resources on it. Hellboat and Airfield are our priorities, we take those out first."

"Should there be enemy reinforcements, they'll be coming from the west. I don't highly anticipate that they will be sending any more, after yesterday especially, but be prepared for anything. Specific maneuvers related to transitioning from task to task will be given by me. Remember- keep on the lookout, fight hard, and value yourselves. This should be an easy fight, nice to warm you all up, because I know it'll get harder once we sortie across the Wide Sea."

Concluding, she closed her maps, and took center stage. "..One final note- don't overeat. You'll regret it. Get food, gear up and meet at the docks in rigs. We will sortie on my mark no later than 0845 to head south. Dismissed." She took a step back, and departed from stage, to get her own food.

It was finally starting.

by **The Cross and Davids Star** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 7:48 am

Prophet: Third Day

Prophet was already up and ready by the time Coriolanus called for the meeting, and had listened closely, surprised by the fact that a Re-class was somehow captured and interrogated, but had focused on his orders with the other carriers, and was ready to show just what he could do.

"Understood, ma'am, my recon planes can ruin the Hellboat's ambush tactics before they have a chance to use them, and my guns will shred their planes if they get too close to our carrier force." Prophet replied. Air superiority was what he was redesigned for, so that part won't be hard, and as soon as superiority was established, he'd be going straight for the Airfield Princess. After the meeting, Prophet went to the mess hall for a light breakfast before going to the scrap shed to retrieve his rig, and maybe fix up Rhiannon's armor if she was quick enough.

by **Sleet Clans** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 10:24 am

UCN Nevlamas - Third Day

Ugh...right, time to get up, Nevlamas thought to herself as she got up after hearing the call. Since her last sortie, she had be repaired in short order after she had returned to the base. However, this did not mean that she was unwilling to throw herself into danger once more. Besides, she relished the hunt! So when a meeting had been called about a new operation against the Abyssals being planned, Nevlamas had been one of the first there. As she listened to the plan that had been drawn up, she wondered just how they had gotten that information out of the Re-class. Kanmusu are overpowered, she thought to herself.

When said meeting was over and done with, Nevlamas immediately walked off to get some food. After she ate, she could go grab her rigging, meet up with the other submarines that were no doubt going to be more than a little excited about having more stuff to sink (If they were anything like her), and then sortie! But first. f o o o o o o d.....

by **The Selkie** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 10:39 am

Stilly. With Miss Dia.
"Miss Dia, this is Searc, another cruiser from the SDF-Navy!", I introduced with a wide smile, "She's actually more then a destroyer leader, but she's nice! I operated with her quite often."
"It's a pleasure, Miss.", Searc said and bowed her head, checking Miss Dia out - if I knew that girl with bunny ears at least half as good as I thought, she would try and flirt with the battleship, but nothing more. However, everything in good time, as Searc herself always said. "Though I must admit, that I have not heard of such a beautiful battleship such as you so far... if I may ask for your name?"
Or not.
Then, we were called to the muster...

Legatia wrote:
LNS Coriolanus
Naval Base, Sector CN-17|Operational Sector Wide Sea- Southwest|0500 hours

Coriolanus had fallen asleep last night, peacefully, in her bed after a long night of doing paperwork, and drawing up the final plans..

...is what she had thought. Instead, she had fallen asleep just before finishing the last major parts of it, the bottle of red atop the table, the glass she had drank from half-empty to her left.

Waking in a slight, drowsy stupor, she glanced at the clock, and sighed, rousing herself from the chair. She was still on schedule, just a tiny bit tired. She would be fine, she knew. The maps were mostly done- it was nothing complex, and she was able to finish them rapidly before rousing and shedding her clothes. It was still early enough, she knew, so she packed everything up that she needed and got it ready. Once that was done, she changed into a pair of shorts, sneakers, and a loose tee, before heading out into the early morning air.

The jog she took in the mornings was one of her few reprieves from daily life, and she loved running here. Everywhere she was stationed, she could find wonder in- the hills and mountains of Silanum, the woods of Imperia, and the similar tropical forests of Coriolanus- the province from which she drew her name- offered a unique experience every time she did so. The Naval Base here was no different, as gravel wedged itself into her shoes- she was at peace with the warm greenery of the base's forests.

Upon this run, she encountered something she hadn't in quite a while- another soul. A conversation was struck up between the girl and she- revealing herself as the new arrival she spoke to yesterday, Lewis. Coriolanus had kept pace with her throughout her run, before breaking their separate ways- she quite enjoyed the company, honestly, and talking with someone about something not related to her command was another breath of fresh air.

Yet, she made it back, showered, changed and prepared for the day by 0630. She took the time inbetween the scheduled muster to set up her materials within the mess hall, where briefing proper would take place, and finalize the preparations she had started last night. Reserve guard was set, artillery crews were informed, base aircraft prepared for the operations.

At 0730 sharp, she took her place upon the podium and looked over the assembly. She waited for silence and did not begin until she had it.

"..Good morning, everyone. I trust you are all well-rested and prepared." Rhetorically, she gave an incline of the head before looking back to the mess hall. "We will be holding the meeting proper in the dining hall, where breakfast will be served immediately after in preparation for the operation. If everyone can file there, we'll begin."

Coriolanus waited 5 minutes for the assembled ships to transit there, where her displays were set up at the dais, where she and Hydrus took up positions.

"..As some of you may know, today is the day we are set to begin major combat operations. After the fleet action of yesterday, we were able to secure a highly-prized target- a Re-class battleship. Information extracted to her has made our job incredibly easy, and I have pinpointed the locations of what we are going to be dealing with." Lifting a page on the display, the map included Shipwreck Island and the Base in one, with positions and an arrow for movement drawn on.

"Today's operation will have the fleet sortie south to Sector DN-17 in full force. Today has optimal conditions, bright skies, high visibility- which is going to be a blessing and a curse for us. Our objective today is large- we are securing the route to and the area of the Shipwreck Islands in their entirety. Failing that, we will be securing the northern portion of it and doing a number on their capabilities. The three major installations we need to worry about are here, here, and here. The first one- Airfield Princess- is our primary target. It is the single greatest threat to the operation, and therefore it is a priority to engage. The first part of our operation, Phase A, involves it and the Hellboat Princess to the south."

She paused, looking over the notes, before continuing.

"Our carriers are essential in this operation, and for the most part we will be operating as a single entity under my command. Tokai, Novaya, Prophet and Legate, your priority first is to deal with the strike craft- torpedo bombers, dive bombers, anything with a capability to harm our surface combatants. Lighter vessels will remain in the rear to provide cover for these vessels- that means our destroyers- while our light cruisers will escort both our capital ships and our carriers as needed. Submarines are to form a picket to our western flank."

"Once the enemy air threat is destroyed, our air superiority assets will rearm for limited surface attack roles- rockets, cannons, the like. Strike aircraft of our own will be hitting that base- hard and fast, and our surface combatants with range- our battleships and heavier cruisers- are gonna be doing the same. It's a stationary target out in the open- aim, aim, aim. You will have ammo to spare, but hit precise. Hydrus will be remaining with the carrier group to provide air coordination."

"Phase B concerns the Hellboat Demon. They will be an incredibly strong threat, but understand that they don't know we know about them. Their element is surprise. You keep your lookouts focused on small disturbances and call it out immediately if you confirm them. There are three ways they will approach, in order of likeliness- one, they will cut through the gap in the middle and attempt to rush the formation; two, they will swing around the islands and attempt to hit our rear, 3, they will go the opposite way around the island and attempt to hit us- I doubt they will have the range to dare doing something like that, but be careful. In an ideal world, we take out Airfield Princess before the boats get here. Don't expect it. Be prepared to fight both at once. If it comes to that, surface combatants place priority on taking those vessels out immediately. Air assets will focus on the Princess, and we'll raze the Hellboat Demon herself once we get there."

"..As for the final one.." She shook her head. "This is a secondary objective. This is a coastal artillery installation defending a pass they may use for flanking. It has little strategic importance to me, and we don't need to worry about it and waste resources on it. Hellboat and Airfield are our priorities, we take those out first."

"Should there be enemy reinforcements, they'll be coming from the west. I don't highly anticipate that they will be sending any more, after yesterday especially, but be prepared for anything. Specific maneuvers related to transitioning from task to task will be given by me. Remember- keep on the lookout, fight hard, and value yourselves. This should be an easy fight, nice to warm you all up, because I know it'll get harder once we sortie across the Wide Sea."

Concluding, she closed her maps, and took center stage. "..One final note- don't overeat. You'll regret it. Get food, gear up and meet at the docks in rigs. We will sortie on my mark no later than 0845 to head south. Dismissed." She took a step back, and departed from stage, to get her own food.

It was finally starting.

She looked half asleep as she did so, but she did so splendidly. So, I'd be escorting carriers, most likely one of the slower ones, I wasn't that fast myself, after all. But I'd do so to the best of my abilities, as usual.
"Sounds like the two of us won't be together today, Miss Dia.", I told the battleship with a sad smile, "Good luck. We'll see each other in victory."

Searc. Muster.
As soon as the talking was done, and Coriolanus departed for the food line, I was on her, waving a quick goodbye to the sloop and her battleship friend. I was glad, that Stilly had found someone to look up to... Miss Dia sounded like a good person, too.
Stilly had a gift for finding good persons.
Anyway, I zeroed in on the flagship: "Ma'am, sorry to interrupt, but I have an idea, a test for our guest. It's mainly to see, if she has any unknown means of communication. The idea is, that I go to the brig, talk to her, and drop, that we are departing for combat operations by the Mamiya Islands. If she has those means, she sure is going to report that to her superiors, who send a combat group - and we see, if she has those means or not. We just need a few aircraft on watch." I let a beat pass. "What do you think?"

Bay of Tears.
"Then it is decided. You will not regret it.", the Harbour Water Demon said with a wide smile and a nod, "Tsundere?"
"What?!", the light cruiser roared, before she was suddenly as red as an Abyssal could be, before she stammered, "I mean, what's thy bidding, my Demonic Lady?"
A few of the other Abyssals giggled and tittered, the Harbour Water Demon smiled. "Wafa's Destroyers are to be put under Prince Comet's Command. Their leader is to report to him after this briefing." Tsundere confirmed and made a note to let the replacement leader of the squadron know of that arrangement. The leader clapped her hands, drawing all attention to her. "Now, I don't think, that the last stragglers will arrive any time soon. We'll start now."
No objections from the other Demons and Princesses and Princes - not even the Baka-Prince.
And in a few words, the Harbour Water Demon summarized the happenings from last night and their losses, a few moments of silence passed for Wafa and the others, including the Re - they would be avenged.
"Plans for today, ladies and gentlemen, is to continue the regular patrols.", she stated, "As well as to reinforce the Anchorage Water Demon in the Shipwreck Islands. Armoured Cruiser Hime, who's currently absent, established her yesterday in preparation of the main force. Prince Comet, I want your battlegroup and Lamia with hers..." She nodded to the Aircraft Carrier Demon at Comet's side, apparently named Lamia. "...to do exactly that. Four squadrons all in all should give her good protection - you are still under my command, though, please remember that. You depart later this morning, after you sorted the destroyers out, Comet. Questions or remarks?"
"What about Operation Thunderball?", one of the other Princesses asked.
"Tomorrow.", the Demon answered, "The preparations are nearly complete."

Rhiannon. Scrap Shed.
After the muster, I grabbed two snacks for Prophet and me (missing him in the mess) and made my way to the Scrap Shed - I had a feeling, that I would find him there. I haven't forgotten about my armour, not in the least, but I believed, that that had to wait - there was simply no time for it before the sortie, as it was really banged up... and I had to look for it, too.
I was a happy young woman, a certain bound in my step (which did interesting things to my fuel tanks), as I arrived, knocking on the shed's door, before poking my head in. "Prophet, are you there?", I called with a wide grin. Interestingly enough, it should be noted, that I arrived after him, for some reason, but I was not going to complain. My diesel engines pounded as I thought about my boyfriend. "I bring offers of snacks, hugs and kisses!"

by **Hashirajima** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 11:18 am

Back of the restaurant...

"Annnnnd checkmate. Nice game, Yuubetsu."

That was the scene that unfolded at dawn: Two shipgirls, one destroyer and one light cruiser, playing chess at the back of the base restaurant. And of course, at that moment, the base commanding officer called for muster...

--------------------

After the briefing, Yakaze glanced at her by-this-point constant companion. "So, any thoughts?" And of course...

The cruiser is fretting. "Enemy carriers! What if..." --smack--

"What if nothing. You'll do fine, alright?" Frowning, the destroyer rubbed her right palm.

by **The Assorted Saharan Outposts** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 1:01 pm

When Comet had received his task, a confident grin spread across his face as he nodded to the Harbor Demon. His hands folded comfortably on his lap, he spoke. "I'll sort through the destroyers as soon as I can. Don't want the mission to take too long, obviously."

Comet would then turn to Starboard and tap her on the shoulder. "Could you please write down their names for me when we get to them? I don't want to forget who they are. It's very rude, and I want to avoid an awkward situation."

"Oh, of course ma-I mean, Sir!" The second time she's made that mistake in 24 hours. She's really off of her game. She could see Comet's smile twitch into a frown for only a moment before it curved upward, back into the smile it was before.

"You're going to have to work on that, dear," he said before patting her on the shoulder, for a friendly gesture, before glancing to the Aircraft Carrier Demon named Lamia. He smiled at her and nodded in her direction. "I suppose we'll be working together, then? Pleasured to be your co-worker."

by **The Selkie** » Wed Dec 13, 2017 2:06 am

SDFAS Miúil. Supply Convoy.
I am not sure, if I sent him ahead or he simply ditched us, but that he did go ahead and apparently didn't run into trouble make him our vanguard and that was fine by me. He was a big boy, after all.
To introduce myself, SDFAS Miúil, Freighter Auxilliary Group, SDF-Navy. They call me one of the most renown freighters in the seafaring history of my country, which says many things. I only did my job - some say splendidly, which caused this adoration, but it was still my job.
Regardless, I, a blonde freighter in the dark uniform of the Silverport Freight Shipping Company, a testament to my civilian origins, led this convoy - a lot of freighters and even more warships. The other freighters were some germanic troupe speaking their language amongst each other and rarely venturing to talk to anyone else and to be honest, besides a small round of handshakes, I haven't had much contact with the rest of the convoy either.
I would change that, I knew as much - I didn't have the 'fuel tanks' of my comrades, who started their lives as vessels of the SDF-Navy, but I had yarn, a work ethos and most likely a whole lot of time on my hands. It would work out.
It usually does.
The base was getting nearer, the first edges of its island already visible at the horizon.
"Miúil, Jokosuka.", I spoke into my radio, "Everything alright with you, my boy? No enemies in sight?"

Amy. Muster.
After I had gathered my rear end and moved to the muster anyway, I found myself behind the two Hashirajiman vessels, smiling at their interaction.
"If anything hits you...", I spoke to the cruiser, rubbing her head with the best motherly tone and movements I could muster, "...I'll be right there to patch you back up and to show those meanies, that it's a bad idea to attack anyone under my protection."
Indeed - Mommy Amy would be in the rear, but she would be there. And for any Abyssal, who dared to attack the base while we were gone, I would leave my own torpedo boats behind - let's see, how they would deal with that.

Bay of Tears.
As Tsundere dictated the names of the five destroyers (Niabi and Nicita, as well as Irene, Iocaste and Ieva) to Starboard, the Carrier Demon nodded to Comet, her face serious. "The pleasure is mine, Sire.", she stated and bowed her head to the Prince, "Command and I shall do what you need me to do."
The Harbour Water Demon smiled at that. "Lamia is one of my most dependable Carrier Demons - she will do, as you need her to do and she will do so splendidly. She's also experienced in the arts of warfare and... other arts as well." Lamia's cheeks coloured themselves at that in a slight pink. "Don't be shy. You did extract that piece of information of that kanmusu-whore, right?"
"That I did, Milady.", the carrier admitted.
"There you go.", the Harbour Water Demon looked over the assembly. "You're all dismissed and have your orders. Have a nice day!"

by **Kraicia** » Wed Dec 13, 2017 2:15 am

The Selkie wrote:
Suoji wrote:Base, Sector CN-17

Jokosuka stared around at the vast complex of buildings around him. He’d sped ahead of the rest of the convoy and now was missing the company he had.
“I would have though they would have caught up by now!” He sighed, and sat down on a small bench that was sitting next to him. He had two bags with him, one mostly clothes and necessities, and just containing books and personal belongings. They were both made of a thick, brown leather. He opened one up, and pulled out a small note, with multiple sentences and paragraphs scrawled all over it. It was from Nahago, Nijura, Jinji and Jinsei - his friends back at home. He smiled as he read the note; strict rules dictated that he couldn’t communicate with them, so this was the last he’d ever hear of them.

He stared up. Still no-one. He considered going in, but then decided against it. They’d probably want to meet everyone when the supply convoy comes in, and he didn’t want to interrupt anything that was going on. He turned around to watch the sea behind him, still clutching the note in his hand.

SDFAS Miúil. Supply Convoy.
I am not sure, if I sent him ahead or he simply ditched us, but that he did go ahead and apparently didn't run into trouble make him our vanguard and that was fine by me. He was a big boy, after all.
To introduce myself, SDFAS Miúil, Freighter Auxilliary Group, SDF-Navy. They call me one of the most renown freighters in the seafaring history of my country, which says many things. I only did my job - some say splendidly, which caused this adoration, but it was still my job.
Regardless, I, a blonde freighter in the dark uniform of the Silverport Freight Shipping Company, a testament to my civilian origins, led this convoy - a lot of freighters and even more warships. The other freighters were some germanic troupe speaking their language amongst each other and rarely venturing to talk to anyone else and to be honest, besides a small round of handshakes, I haven't had much contact with the rest of the convoy either.
I would change that, I knew as much - I didn't have the 'fuel tanks' of my comrades, who started their lives as vessels of the SDF-Navy, but I had yarn, a work ethos and most likely a whole lot of time on my hands. It would work out.
It usually does.
The base was getting nearer, the first edges of its island already visible at the horizon.
"Miúil, Jokosuka.", I spoke into my radio, "Everything alright with you, my boy? No enemies in sight?"

Hashirajima wrote:Back of the restaurant...

"Annnnnd checkmate. Nice game, Yuubetsu."

That was the scene that unfolded at dawn: Two shipgirls, one destroyer and one light cruiser, playing chess at the back of the base restaurant. And of course, at that moment, the base commanding officer called for muster...

--------------------

After the briefing, Yakaze glanced at her by-this-point constant companion. "So, any thoughts?" And of course...

The cruiser is fretting. "Enemy carriers! What if..." --smack--

"What if nothing. You'll do fine, alright?" Frowning, the destroyer rubbed her right palm.

Amy. Muster.
After I had gathered my rear end and moved to the muster anyway, I found myself behind the two Hashirajiman vessels, smiling at their interaction.
"If anything hits you...", I spoke to the cruiser, rubbing his head with the best motherly tone and movements I could muster, "...I'll be right there to patch you back up and to show those meanies, that it's a bad idea to attack anyone under my protection."
Indeed - Mommy Amy would be in the rear, but she would be there. And for any Abyssal, who dared to attack the base while we were gone, I would leave my own torpedo boats behind - let's see, how they would deal with that.

The Assorted Saharan Outposts wrote:When Comet had received his task, a confident grin spread across his face as he nodded to the Harbor Demon. His hands folded comfortably on his lap, he spoke. "I'll sort through the destroyers as soon as I can. Don't want the mission to take too long, obviously."

Comet would then turn to Starboard and tap her on the shoulder. "Could you please write down their names for me when we get to them? I don't want to forget who they are. It's very rude, and I want to avoid an awkward situation."

"Oh, of course ma-I mean, Sir!" The second time she's made that mistake in 24 hours. She's really off of her game. She could see Comet's smile twitch into a frown for only a moment before it curved upward, back into the smile it was before.

"You're going to have to work on that, dear," he said before patting her on the shoulder, for a friendly gesture, before glancing to the Aircraft Carrier Demon named Lamia. He smiled at her and nodded in her direction. "I suppose we'll be working together, then? Pleasured to be your co-worker."

Bay of Tears.
As Tsundere dictated the names of the five destroyers (Niabi and Nicita, as well as Irene, Iocaste and Ieva) to Starboard, the Carrier Demon nodded to Comet, her face serious. "The pleasure is mine, Sire.", she stated and bowed her head to the Prince, "Command and I shall do what you need me to do."
The Harbour Water Demon smiled at that. "Lamia is one of my most dependable Carrier Demons - she will do, as you need her to do and she will do so splendidly. She's also experienced in the arts of warfare and... other arts as well." Lamia's cheeks coloured themselves at that in a slight pink. "Don't be shy. You did extract that piece of information of that kanmusu-whore, right?"
"That I did, Milady.", the carrier admitted.
"There you go.", the Harbour Water Demon looked over the assembly. "You're all dismissed and have your orders. Have a nice day!"

HLFFS Blakesheel
Day Three - With Convoy

Blake couldn't exactly believe that the same cruiser shipboy took off from the convoy again. At this point, Blake essentially forgotten how many times the fool ran off on their own consensus; however, it was a good thing that Blake wasn't like any of his other predecessors back at home. If that was the case, he would've been cursing and growling in his native Kraician English accent that would've made the others think he someone with an Irish-Scottish accent.

Fortunately, Blake happened to have honed in on Jokosuka with his 'sniper rifle' just to keep track of him in the distance. It seemed that land was closing in from where Jokosuka was meddling off to far ahead. Though that didn't stop Blake from keeping his sights trained on his fellow convoy escort compatriot; however, that was not to say that he kept his quadruple-barreled 6.1in gun turrets at ease for now.

For now, the fool will just have to let loose for the time being. At the same time, while Blake has his sights fixed on Jokosuka, some of the Kraician sailor fairies - whom were in their standard black-and-red pattern sailor uniforms (as opposed to the contemporary white-and-blue pattern) - were scanning the seas as well as the other fairies on board the other ships. So far, the journey had all been too quiet, though that didn't mean the Kraicians were itching for some trigger-action - hoping to put some rogue aircraft or destroyers back in their place if they dared to make an attack run.

Blake was adorned in the standard ceremonial Kraician officer uniform (HLFFS Gibson as an example user), which made him stand out to some of his fellow compatriots of the same vessel classification. For a light cruiser his size and shape, one can easily mistaken him for a heavy cruiser just by looking at the armament he wielded on his rigging; however, if one were to physically punch him, he was a tin man. He had no armor to protect him, so one well-placed hit and he's certainly in trouble.

As the second ship of his class, HLFFS Blakesheel had his eldest brother (Brodenshire) along with seven of his other brothers (the last being commissioned in January 1948). He was designed under the Kraician naval modernization program to replace the aging cruisers among the Kraician navy, so he was meant to be made en-mass to quickly replace those aging cruisers in mind. In addition, one can also easily mistaken Blake for a German if not for his 'English-esque' facial features and voice...only if someone ever heard him spoke...

by **Higher Japan** » Wed Dec 13, 2017 2:24 am

Supply convoy

"Calm your horses! This lady over here can't go as fast as you damn it!" Kaguya shouted to Jokosuka, sighing as she began to slowly accelerate forward, Kaifu following suit to catch up to her as they both were lugging two metal crates, Kaguya being forced to carry some on the deck. "Jesus I knew the twins could cook, but what the hell are in these crates! Feels like an entire torpedo!"

"Industrial ovens, cookers, smokers, and a small crate of foundation for Nii-san." Kaifu replied, unfazed as Kaguya continued ranting on about how hard it was before they caught sight of the island. "Ah screw it, I don't want a hole in my head. Cut speed." The two ships slowed down as they let the fleet go ahead, before moving back into position.

Naval base

As Himito was out, sweeping away the leaves that had begun to fall onto the outside seats of the restaurants, she saw something coming on the horizon as she realized that it was the supply convoy. Calmly setting her broom down, she put her hair pin on as she made her way to where Coriolanus was. Walking next to her, she bowed respectfully before speaking. "Sorry for the interruption ma'am, but i just wished to inform you that the supply convoy is on the horizon. ETA of 0800, forgive me for any intrusion." She said, bowing once again before walking off back to the restaurant.

Meanwhile, the two attacking ships had already eaten and left for the docks as Higashikawa sat on the docks, while Tokai had come over to call him over. "Higashikawa, it's time for us to go get ready. Better early than late no?"

"Hey Tokai, did you ever have any siblings?"

"Well no, i know you're worried that this convoy won't have the ships of your class but i'm sure you can worry later, for now let's go."

Jumping up from his seating position, Tokai went ahead as Higashikawa followed closely behind.

by **Sterkistan** » Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:37 am

The Selkie wrote:-SNIP-

Battleships Diamantina & Whona
Mess Hall

Dia was part-way through introducing herself to Searc when they were called to muster, than to the Mess Hall.
She listened intently to Coriolanus, the plan and her role. She nodded along, content with the strategy, with few questions that required answers. Not that she would get to answer, as Coriolanus left the stage before anyone could speak up.

She sighed, sitting back. Before standing up and getting her food, making sure to pile enough to fill her fuel tanks without overfilling.
Before taking a seat, next to where Stilly and Searc had set themselves up. And she decided to continue her conversation,
"So, Searc. I'm Battleship Diamantina of the Sterkian Navy." She saw Whona sit down next to her, her plate piled as high as Dia's.
"Hello there Searc, who's your friend." Whona asked as she took her seat.
Dia looked over at Whona, who was obviously trying to be fashionably late, as always.

by **The Cross and Davids Star** » Wed Dec 13, 2017 7:18 am

Prophet was busy sanding down the rougher edges of his armor when he heard Rhiannon's voice, and turned his head to see her poking in from outside.

"Yes I am here, and I happily accept your offers." He said, waving for Rhiannon to enter. At the time, Prophet was wearing only a sleeveless shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that went just below his knees, which was appropriate, since he didn't want to mess up his uniform. He stepped away from his armor and sat down on a workbench, looking at the result of his work and then back to Rhiannon, scooting over to give her space to sit if she wished. A light pink color shown on Prophet's face, who in the first day of arriving, ended up finding the love of his life, and Rhiannon's clothing wasn't exactly helping his face in removing the pink hue, but he loved her all the same, and started to become accustomed to it.

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

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