Pearl Harbor...

Sunday, December 7th...

1941...

...Early afternoon.

...Battleship row.

"And the lord said on to them..." The U.S.S Tennessee preached loudly to a large group of fairies on her bow as they all stood, heads bowed with fingers locked.

Her battleship sisters all sat around her as well, doing their own thing as they all listened indifferently.

The Pacific fleet girls were all wearing different bathing suits with locked rigs as they were simply waiting-in-anchor.

Their hulls, hatches, and weapons were ready for inspection as today was like any other Sunday in Pearl Harbor...

"Are you about done sis?" U.S.S. California moaned loudly, applying suntan lotion in the most skimpiest bikini as she sat in the back of battleship row, next to a record player.

In front of her, sat U.S.S. Oklahoma outboard of U.S.S. Maryland playing poker as the red-haired ship-girl's pile was bigger then the dark-haired girls.

"Are you cheating me Okie?" Maryland pouted as she threw more money on the pile as Oklahoma smirked, looking over at her sister Nevada.

"Some just call me Lucky-O."

"I'm tired of your old stories and magic man in the sky Tennsy." U.S.S. West Virginia grumbled, whittling a piece of wood as she was outboard of Tennessee's sermon.

"Stowe it West." U.S.S. Arizona warned roughly as she was eating an egg sandwich in one hand and smoking a cigarette in the other.

Arizona was sitting hunched over on the dock between Tennessee and Nevada, a set of aviator glasses shielding her bloodshot eyes from the rising sun as she was completely hungover from the night before.

U.S.S. Nevada sat next to her reading a book and drinking a beer as she remained silent.

"I'm sorry Lord, but my heathenish sisters see that my good word for you is not appreciated. Please forgive them for they do not know how they sin against you Father!" Tennessee continued to lament.

"Greed, Sloth, Lust, Wrath, Gluttony, and Pride! Ohhhhh I see it in all your eyes." Tennessee condemned woefully as she pointed to all the other battleships.

"And on the Lord's day!" Tennessee looked to the sky, her sisters drinking, smoking, and revealing their body so shamelessly.

"Where is your modesty? Where is your self-control?" Tennessee was very pious, a cross hanging from her neck as her bathing suit was more suited for an old woman.

The other US battleship-girls thought better to just let her finish as they knew Tennessee could spend all day calling out the flaws of all of her sister-ships.

30 minutes later...

"And may the lord be with you." Tennessee announced finally as the fairies replied with a somber.

"And also with you..."

The group of fairies disassembled swiftly, wanting to enjoy their day off as Arizona looked over at California and nodded.

The blonde surfer girl smiled gleefully as she turned on her record player and placed a needle to a spinning record.

{Peggy Suave: Posin'}

"How can you keep going on about the same boring stories about some guy that can walk on water, honestly?" West Virginia sneered lightly as she looked over at Tennessee.

"I only seek to guide others to him, not to question him." The Dixie Girl took a righteous tone as West Virginia strip more bark off her whittling wood.

"And if this god is really real, then may he strike me dead right now." West Virginia sneered meanly as Tennessee gasped, gripping her Bible and cross tightly.

"You take that back U.S.S. West Virginia..." The Dixie blonde said formally as the dark haired Mountain girl smirked.

"No." Tennessee's eyes watered at West Virginia's answer as the religious girl suddenly hit the dark-haired girl with her Bible.

"Take it back now!" The holy girl demanded as she and West started grappling on "The Row".

The other ship-girls looked on with smiles and chuckles as Arizona yelled again.

"WEST! Are you trying to piss me off or get your ass kicked? Cuz' you're about 2 seconds from both!"

Not too far away...

"Don't they ever stop making so much noise?" Ford island laid in a hammock on her highest point as she could see and hear three hundred and sixty degrees around her.

She had been up all night partying with the Battleship girls as they were all ready to do it again.

"What's all this buzzing now?" She heard a light sound above her as she swatted lazily in the air at invisible mosquitoes.

Just down the way from Ford.

"Almost done... and there!" Utah said gladly, putting the finishing touches on her painting of the valley in front of her as she sat by herself on the opposite side of Battleship row.

"Besides the occasional AA training, I'm basically retired..."

The older woman looked to the sky as she saw incoming aircraft.

"Is that the carriers screwing around with us again?" Utah shielded her eyes from the rising sun as she focused in on the planes.

"Bit early for a Sunday..." The front of them seemed fine, but then Utah realized that there were no stars on the planes, only giant, red circles.

"Japanese...?"

The planes only got larger and closer as Utah's eyes widened suddenly.

Two low-flying torpedo bombers dropped off two long spears as they hit the water and cruised straight for her.

"Ford! Warn the others!" Utah's klaxon cried out as the two Torpedoes struck her port side. She was instantly sunk, her painting floating on fire next to her.

"Holy SHIT!" Ford turned out of her hammock wildly and ran as aircraft poured over top of her. She came to the edge of the hill as she cupped her hands like a loudspeaker and yelled loudly.

"AIR RAID ON PEARL HARBOR! THIS IS NO DRILL!" Ford island's scream echoed over Battleship row as all the battleship girls looked up to see aircraft filling the sky.

"What the hell?!" Arizona slowly stood up, pulling the glasses from her eyes as the cigarette and sandwich fell to the water.

"Are those ours...?" West Virginia squinted her eyes for a better look as Oklahoma and Maryland set their cards down.

California turned off her record player as Nevada sat her book down.

All the girls were staring at the incoming planes as Arizona's klaxon screamed wildly.

"It's the Japanese! Battle-stations!"

Suddenly attacking Zeros strafed their decks as fairies cried out in pain and death. Black objects begin to drop from the various planes around them as more screams and fire suddenly broke out everywhere.

Arizona heard a familiar klaxon screaming in agony as her heart cringed.

"Pennsylvania!"

It was her sister-ship stuck in Dry Dock as she knew she couldn't move.

All the ship-girls AA fire slowly began to pick up as planes dived on California next.

"Not cool dude!" 2 Torpedoes and bombs struck the tall blond as oil begin to leak from the sides of her mouth, dropping her to her knees.

"Abandon ship..." Her klaxon sounded weakly as she slowly begin to settle on the bottom of Battleship row.

"CALIFORNIA NOOOOOOO!" Tennessee screamed, reaching wildly for her sister as the Bible dropped from her hands.

"We can't help her!" Arizona roared over more explosions as she continued to fire heavily into the sky next to Nevada.

"Arizona my fairies are scared and confused!" Maryland called out, firing wildly in the sky as Arizona yelled back.

"Good! Then we're all at the same table! Now keep firing GODDAMNIT!"

Death and destruction was everywhere as Pearl Harbour was a living hell now, which was nothing more than a peaceful sermon 5 minutes ago.

"I want steel in the sky now ladies!" The second-in-command happened to glance out to her left as Arizona saw multiple low-flying torpedo bombers dropping their payloads straight into the water

"WEST! OKIE! Torpedoes Port-side!" The two ship-girls looked over in terror at the cylinders of death heading right for them as they braced for impact.

Both girl's klaxons cried out painfully as Maryland grabbed Oklahoma as West Virginia fell into Tennessee's arms, her legs blown apart.

"MY RUDDER!"

"M-M-Mary, I-I'm hit b-b-bad." Oklahoma said in a panicky voice as she held Maryland's hands tightly in one hand, feeling up her port side with the other.

"Agghhh! My torpedo-blister!" Water began to fill Oklahoma's open bulkheads as her fairies cried out in fear.

"Not so lucky now..." The red-haired girl began to list deeply as Maryland tried to hold her up.

"Okie! Stay with me!" Maryland begged as the capsizing girl shook her head slowly, oil pouring from her gasping mouth.

"Abandon... Ship..." Oklahoma closed her eyes as she completely capsized.

More gun fire and explosions erupted around them as Tennessee held West Virginia's sinking form next to them.

"I-I-I take i-it back..." West Virginia said weakly as oil ran from her face and port-side.

The mountain girl was in bad shape and she knew it as she looked down at her destroyed legs.

"Do y-you think t-they would let a shitty battleship l-like me into heaven...?" West asked sadly as she saw the cross dangling from Tennessee's neck.

"I thought you hated the gospel?" The Dixie Girl sobbed loudly as she held West in her arms.

"Why d-do y-y-ou think... I-I-I always sat n-next to y-you?" West Virginia cough up more oil as the fires begin to spread around her.

"Do m-me a favor Tennsy... T-Tell my sisters..."

Tennessee cried sadly and she began to rock back and forth holding the sinking girl.

"Abandon... Ship..."

Arizona and Nevada's anti-aircraft fire was in full force as the latter Boiler Room suddenly wired through.

"We're ready!"

Nevada slowly got underway as her Anti-aircraft fire roared into the air.

"Arizona above you!" Nevada pointed high into the sky as dive-bombers descended upon the anchored battleship girl. Multiple Bombs struck all around Arizona as one comically drop between her breasts.

"A dud...?"

Arizona looked down as the bomb's spinning propeller slowed to a stop.

"Abandon!?"

The words didn't even reach the dark-haired girl's mouth as her keel and bow suddenly exploded outward.

Arizona's forward magazine disintegrated in a fiery explosion as a black plume of smoke ruptured up through her conning tower. Oil splattered from her back all over Tennessee as Nevada raise her hands in front of her.

The U.S.S Arizona simply sunk to the bottom of battleship row as no one could help her now...

"Why... Why would!" Tennessee screamed, grabbing her head as she gritted her teeth. She could feel the fairies of her sunk sister's clamoring aboard her, manning her AA weapons now.

No longer surprised or scared, but angry.

"Shoot anything in the sky..." The religious girl ordered darkly as Maryland looked over her a little scared, but kept firing.

"But, our fighters?"

"Anything..."

Nevada was underway now and she knew it was too tight to maneuver where she was as she began to head for the Canal.

Nevada could feel the boost in morale as her getting underway was the best sight at the moment. Suddenly Ford Island's voice cracked through her radio.

"Don't do it Nevada! if you block the canal, then we can't send help!"

"Dammit!" Nevada looked around as she saw a small beach to her left as she slowly steered into it.

"Shit!" The girl cried in pain as her left hand and ribs were broken from hitting the beachhead too hard.

Nevada looked up from the beach, her face half covered in sand as she saw the result of the air strike on Pearl Harbor first hand. She could still see Tennessee and Maryland fighting for their lives as the others...

"Where's Okie...?" She slowly blinked, holding her wounds.

"Everyone's..." Nevada suddenly passed out from her wounds.

And just like that...

It was over...