The Selkie wrote:SDFS Mór.
When Caja had called us together, we had responded immediately and assembled at the Pontoon Harbour.
There was combat nearby, not close enough to be a threat to anyone but the participants, but still... someone was shooting at someone else. And that was bad, mainly because two of the participants were coming towards us.
Communication further established, that they were friendly, two girls by the names of Mahine and Majestic, and that they had spend the night fighting. Caja wanted to welcome them personally, and wanted us nearby to provide assistance.
With me were a few of my sisters, Adhbaile and Tocht, and, of course, Caja.
The Installation Type in Maid Bikini stood at the front, us three behind her, all three of us in swimsuits and ready to help the two haggard-looking girls – sure, they most assuredly could use a trip to a spa, maybe Nocht going to town on them with his gigantic magic massage hands, but it was understandable.
Caja alone was enough to stop entire fleets, so having a dedicated warship with us was unnecessary, even if one of the two caused problem.
And as they arrived in the Pontoon Harbour, they were instructed to our pier, Caja stepping forward: “Welcome to Cartreffa Island – I'm Caja, your host. First, and maybe most importantly of all, are you two injured?”
MRS Mahine (D43), MRAS Majestic (A246)
Naval Yard Cartreffa Island
Mahine's salt-stained boots were the first to come in contact with the pontoons- in the observation of her seniors, particularly ones like Sistine, she might have requested permission to come aboard, but her legs were tired. The girl was absolutely a sight- at the first indication of it, she wasn't injured beyond a few bruises and scratches. The area about her chest, normally a pristine white with a patterned tie to complement- was covered in grey and black soot. Still in her rigging, the soot seemed to have originated from her forward and rear VLS mounts. The only actual 'damage' she had taken were the drooping and slightly pretzel-shaped six barrels of one of her Goalkeeper CIWS mounts, which was rendered unusable after its extensive period of firing and not from enemy action.
Glittering like a nine year old's art fair project was the girl's long and disheveled black hair, interspersed with reflective metallic bits from her chaff canister that shone white and grey in the sunlight. Majestic's hair shone as well, but that was more due to the fact it was still a well-kept blonde color that showed no signs of disuse. The transport ship was only armed with self-defense weapons- and it was Mahine's extraordinary effort in the prior night that had enabled that. Regardless, a gentle smirk came to her lips as she realized that her escort looked ridiculous.
Not that Mahine particularly cared at that moment.
"No injuries;" the destroyer answered with a shake of her head, her knee buckling just slightly in exhertion as the more graceful steps of the transport ship behind her came into place to steady her.
"Thank you, miss, for the welcome;" Majestic carried on the conversation more actively in the place of the destroyer, who was putting a good deal of effort just into standing upright and meeting their gazes respectfully. "My name is Majestic, of the Meridonian Navy, pennant Alpha- Two-Four Six, a Magnanimous class fleet supply ship. My escort here is.."
"-Mahine." The destroyer answered, too prideful to allow herself to be answered for while she still stood. While Majestic had good intentions, Mahine wouldn't allow herself to appear relaxed so soon.
"Mahine, ahem.. Pennant number Delta Four Three, also of the Meridonian Navy... ah, Helena-class air warfare destroyer."
The blonde-haired tanker was quick enough to carry the conversation after.
"On behalf of our nation and navy we offer our thanks for your hospitality, Miss Caja. Neither of us are injured but we are low on supplies, spare our fuel."
"It's pretty nice here;" the destroyer mused, her eyes glancing to the assembled party before her. "..You don't happen to have any alcohol here, do you?"
The supply ship behind her, who had been concerned about the state of her companion, could only offer an exasperated sigh.