"Such unusual ships for the fleet... They always say such mean things..."
For a long time the two sisters, Fusou and Yamashiro, had been transferred from fleet to fleet. Called the "Unlucky Duo" the two were thought to be cursed and brought misfortune and defeat to the fleet that contained them. Coupled with the fact that they were slow-class battleship and did not have the top-tier specs of the other battleships, it almost became accepted fact that the two were never sortied and thrown fleet to fleet. Like history before they were regulated to the side lines and at best only played supporting artillery ships during operation times.
"I wonder how this new admiral will be, Yamashiro," Fusou said sadly as the two sailed towards the new base.
"It will be the same as always, Nee-sama," the younger Yamashiro said incredulously. "The admirals will either keep us docked away or..." her balls tightened in to a fist. "They think our only use is for their sexual gratification."
Fusou frowned as she remembered the last admiral they had been assigned. A real sleazeball as Yamashiro had put it. The man had told the sisters they were to be given "special" roles and had been invited to discuss "yasen". The two sisters had grown excited, thinking they would at least serve as advisers in strategic command and aid the other girls in the front lines. Little did they know the term yasen had been a pseudonym for unsavory acts some of these admirals did with their ship girls. That night the admiral had been knocked unconscious by a furious Yamashiro's fist and for this reason they were being transferred to another base.
"...It's okay Nee-sama," Yamashiro said smiling, noticing her elder sister's melancholic expression. "As long as we two are together everything will be fine. We do not need anyone else."
"Mm, you're right Yamashiro," Fusou said smiling. And whenever Fusou smiled, Yamashiro smiled.
Yet inside Fusou felt a lonely sense of dread. The wish to be useful, the wish to be at the front lines protecting others. The wish to be warriors. Yamashiro surely felt the same, but the two kept on their fake smiles. For in this lonesome world it was all they had and each other.