Hey, folks, here is the sequel to my previous story. This one is called the Descendants of the Dragon while the previous one has been renamed Eastern Uprising. The reason is because the previous story was about Asian countries while this one will be focused on the Chinese. The story running parallel with Kirov in Russia will be named Kantai Collection: Red Fleet Resurrected. Go and read Eastern Uprising first if you haven't yet.
Return to Shanghai
One day after the Russians, Japanese and Chinese were transported from Shikotan Island, the final negotiations are completed. There was a change in plans. When the residents of Shanghai heard that Yuubari, Sendai and the other ships which once shelled Shanghai were being sent, the whole city rioted. Plans were hastily changed. Admiral Jun Kadawa and the shipgirls Akagi, Sendai, Naka and Fubuki would be sent to Tianjin and have Yoshimura's fleet come down to Shanghai instead. Kadawa's shipgirls complained but couldn't deny that it was understandable.
Kirov was supposed to stay at Shanghai for a while, but the Russian government backed out when they discovered that training with the Chinese wasn't necessary. The fairies born alongside of Kirov can handle most of the operations. Despite this, China and Russia are still on good terms with each other.
Night fell upon the Haneda Airport, but the activity did not cease. Kawakami and several other political leaders watched from the Sky Lounge Annex as a Chinese Xian Y-20 transport taxied into the parking bay. Another one touches down on a runway. Nagato and Musashi stand in front of a terminal, watching the Chinese military transport jets land.
"I think they are rip-offs of the American C-17s," Nagato said, "the large body, that t-tail and high mounted wing. Do the Chinese innovate?"
"Well," Musashi shrugged, "given the same performance, requirement, capacity and role, there are only so many ways you can build something."
The transport in the parking bay lowered the massive ramp at the back. A large ten-wheeled truck drives out, carrying several strange implements. Long steel bars connected to each other with metal arcs. The barrels of the railgun. The trucks drive away, heading to an unknown destination.
"Those things can kill a Southern Demon in three hits?" Nagato said, "Then why aren't conventional ships armed with those kicking Abyssal butt?"
"They consume a lot of energy," Musashi said, "which means a slow rate of fire. The ones in the Chinese forts have several nuclear reactors powering them. Otherwise there is no way they can fire six shots per minute."
Musashi paused for a bit, "I am quite excited. I heard Kawakami planning to install the guns at the sides of Uraga Channel, on Miura and Mt Daisen. This means that we can reduce the number of shipgirls stationed in Tokyo and Yokosuka. More ships available for expeditions, sorties and even forward operating bases. We can take the war to the Abyssals."
"Well," Nagato nodded, "cruising in the open oceans instead of sitting in a bay all day does sound good."
Meanwhile in Shanghai, another Y-20 touches down on an airstrip on Chongming Island. After being towed next to a flight of unmanned air vehicles, the aircraft powered down its four engines and slowly lowered the ramp at the back. Before it was even halfway down, a small figure jumps from the top of the ramp, forward flips and lands on its feet. Platinum blonde hair, striped knee socks, bunny hears headband, sailor shirt and inappropriately short skirt. She is the destroyer Shimakaze.
When the ramp lowered a little more, three blocky, vaguely humanoid turrets jumped out. Shimakaze's followers, Rensouhou-chan. Several Chinese soldiers, clad in full body armor and wielding various nasty looking weapons, look in her direction before returning to whatever they were doing before. Shimakaze looked around in awe. Armored fighting vehicles of all sorts drove around the base while helicopters flew overhead.
Finally the ramp lowered, revealing eight individuals. A young man in blue uniform of the People's Liberation Army Air Force. He had white hair and skin which bordered on translucence. Red eyes peered out from glasses with fractured lens. Pilot Officer Sima Xiangdong.
Next to him, a young woman with brown hair and red eyes sat. She wore a revealing red and blue dress and had a ribbon she held with the insides of her elbows that also passed behind her back. Also a metallic gauntlet over her right hand. Light cruiser shipgirl Yat Sen.
A much older man, in his forties, perhaps, sat opposite him in the cargo hold. He had the white uniform of the Japanese Shipgirl Force, which is basically the old Imperial Japanese Navy uniform, except with the crest of the shipgirl force printed on his right chest pocket. The man himself had shoulder length hair which exhibited signs of greying. The same could be said for his stubble. Admiral Keiichi Yoshimura.
To his right, a young woman covered in purple. It is the colour of her boots, knee high socks, short skirt, jumper, tie, scabbard and eyepatch. Even her hair is purple. Only her right eye, a shade of gold, and her shirt, white, are of different colours. Light cruiser shipgirl Tenryuu.
To the right of Tenryuu, four young girls, preteen or early teen in years. All had the same outfit of white sailor shirt, red tie and navy coloured short skirt. The difference is in the hair and eye colour. Closest to Tenryuu is Akatsuki, with purple hair and eyes. Next is Hibiki, with hair of silver. Inazuma and Ikazuchi looked very similar, having very similar hair colour and facial features. The difference is that Inazuma looked more timid while Ikazuchi looked more adventurous. Akatsuki and Ikazuchi are visibly excited. Inazuma looked nervous while Hibiki really didn't give a shit.
To the left of Yoshimura sat another woman who didn't give a shit. She wore a white shirt, blue dress and knee socks which ended in ridiculously thick slippers. She also had a black muneate and gloves which exposed two fingers. A traditional archer. Standard carrier shipgirl Kaga.
The group of eight walked out when the ramp rested firmly on the ground.
"What took you so long?" pouted Shimakaze as she crossed her arms.
"Waiting for the ramp to lower," Tenryuu said, "which is the standard procedure."
"What is with the rush hour traffic?" asked Yoshimura as he took in the sight of the activity.
"We are repairing the Citadel," Sima replied, "and boosting defences. We are bringing in tanks, artillery and helicopter gunships from the Army and fighters, bombers and drones from the Air Force. "
Sima looked at Yoshimura, "Because how often do we encounter Abyssal fleets of a hundred vessels?"
"We have had a fleet of fifty ships assault the Bay of Tokyo, intent on taking out our capital," Yoshimura replied, "but the Yokosuka fleet and Tokyo fleet took them out with support from conventional forces. Heavy losses were sustained, however. A hundred vessels, though? Nope. Never had a fleet that big. If your Citadel survived that, then the Abyssals should avoid this area from now on."
"Yangtze River and Qiantang River are strategic areas that must not fall," Sima said, "failure to defend them will cripple the Chinese civilization."
"You're here," a voice said in Chinese, "Pilot Officer."
Turning to face the voice, Sima sees three men in black suits approach. All of them appeared to be in their early sixties or late fifties. Soldiers with large rifles and full body armor trailed behind him. And not the ordinary combat armor. Their armor are powered exoskeletons, which make them faster, stronger and more expensive. The Presidential Guard. The men in suits are Paramount Leader Zhou Yi, the National Defence Minister Ouyang Kemeng and the Mobilization Committee's chairman, Yang Tian. Sima prepared to salute.
"No need," the Paramount Leader said, "you have been through much."
He then looked back at Yat Sen, "That is the shipgirl, right?"
"Yes," Sima said, "that is Yat Sen."
Yat Sen smiled and said hello. Zhou and Ouyang smiled back before initiating a conversation, but Yang scowled and muttered, "Her looks are the only good thing about her. And what good will looks do in a battle?"
Yang's attention then moved to the Japanese, who continued to look at the tanks roll through the base. What a nation of disgusting perverts. Making their ships in the form of little girls. The blonde offended him the most. The straps of her underwear can be clearly seen. Tian has heard from Chinese weeaboos about the marriage system where an Admiral can marry any ship in his fleet. Legalized pedophilia, much? And the proud Chinese defense force is relying on their help? Worst of all, the Chinese sent seven railguns for a bunch of underage girls? Has the government gone mad?
"You look angry," Sima said, "Mr. Chairman."
"What do you mean?" asked Yang.
"Exactly what I said," Sima said, an edge in his voice, "and I want to know why."
"Mind your own business," Yang hissed, "Pilot Officer. You brought back that weapon who will have no use besides being propaganda material and fap material for lonely weeaboos."
Sima backed down, if only slightly "Yat Sen has fought Abyssals and won. And her appearance means we now have the capability to build stronger and faster ships."
"Chinese ships were second class foreign imports before the 21st century," Yang retorted, "I put greater faith in our railguns and other weapons. Surely you know that we have lasers and particle canons powerful enough to melt satellites which are combat ready? Or that very soon we can mount them on ships?"
"How soon?" asked Sima, "Because for all I know, the Abyssals might attack the Citadel again. Maybe with two hundred vessels this time. Will we survive long enough to see our conventional navy resorted to its former glory?"
"And how do you think those girls will fare?" asked Yang, pointing to the shipgirls, "Because they won't survive against a fleet of a hundred."
"Until I give them modern weapons," Sima said bluntly.
Yang's shoulders shook before he laughed, "Shipgirls and modern weapons don't go together! The Americans tried to miniaturize their weapons and give them to shipgirls. But almost a decade has passed and they still haven't succeeded. Heck, no one has succeeded."
"Because I, the mad scientist of Shenyang University of Technology,"Sima smirked, "haven't tried yet."
"What?" exclaimed Yang.
"You heard me," Sima said as he turned and started heading to the Japanese, "Mr. Pencil Pusher."
Yang clenched his fist as he glared at the retreating form of Sima, How dare you. First that Admiral Kong He. Now a mere Pilot Officer? You shall not make a fool of me. All these shipgirls are useless, an insult to us. I shall personally scrap them when our New Navy becomes operational.