(appears in burst of light) HEY WHAT'S UP YOU GUYS?! MY NAME IS KAIDVICKSII, and yes, this is FINALLY happening. WELCOME, to my first ever FanFiction! To start, I am terribly sorry for not uploading soon after I first joined. As a freshman in high school, my responsibilities were quick to get dumped all over me, not to mention that I still didn't really know how to work on this site, so forgive me. But that aside, here we are! I may still be new here, but I can tell you that I've already been established as a really good writer (I was given an honorable mention for my poetry in West Roxbury), so expect big (and I mean BIG) things from me. ;) I'm going to start small, then work my way up, and HOPEFULLY, I don't screw things up like I had somewhere else not too long ago…

'NUFF SAID! I'm posting this now. I don't own anyone, or should I say, anything, in this story: this is pure historical fiction (is it? I don't actually know). Ok, for real now (pressure's on): LET'S DO THIS!

This Is Not Goodbye

January 1922: World War I was over. The Allies took the victory over the Nazis. However, it came at a costly price. Thousands to millions have died. And in all truth, if America hadn't joined partially thanks to the loss of US life on the Cunarder, Lusitania, things could've been different for the worst. And that was mostly due to their battles on the ocean. Hitler was at the top of the game, thanks to the U-Boats who were sinking ships like it was nobody's business. Masses of them had gone under. Lusitania for example, who was cruelly torpedoed, WHEN she was just carrying passengers, although rumor has it that she was also secretly carrying ammunition for the Allies.

And then you could be sunk without being anywhere near the subs at all, for they would leave their little mines scattered all over the sea, and with one hit, you were doomed. One of those doomed was the White Star Liner, Britannic. He was pushed into service before he could even be completed as a transatlantic liner. It was bad enough that his loss was another for White Star. It was even worse due to who he was. Britannic wasn't just an ocean liner. He was an Olympic-class ocean liner, the last of 3. And he was one of 2 who had sunk, for his brother was the Titanic, and humanity was who bewitched him as well, for he crashed into an iceberg and sank to the bottom of the Atlantic 2 and a half hours later on his maiden voyage, with the loss of over 1,500 lives thanks to a shortage of lifeboats. It almost felt like a curse, because the 3 siblings were hailed to be unsinkable: a final testament of man's supposed victory over nature. Saying God Himself couldn't sink a man-made object?! Both Titanic and Britannic were condemned from the start.

Even their older sister, the first of the trio, the Olympic, suffered many severe accidents where in the end, the tears in her hull would only extend to 2 compartments, whereas the ship she hit would sink, killing everyone on board. To think that if that never happened, or better, if SHE had been even more damaged to the point of sinking, this horrific theory of "the unsinkable liner" would've never come to.

"This is my fault. All my fault. If I weren't such a big clumsy,… FOOL, people would be smarter. This would never have happened!" the four-stacker silently growled to herself.

Titanic's sinking was a gut-wrencher. When Britannic went down, well, let's just say that the girl wasn't exactly as pleasant as before, which is an understatement the size of Titanic and Britannic put together. Despite her newfound status as "Old Reliable", her inability to protect her younger siblings rendered the name to mean absolutely nothing to the supership. Her attitude had recently gone from easily irritable to dangerously aggressive when provoked. She rarely spoke to anyone. Even the 1899 veteran, Oceanic, was no longer around to have the only normal chat, let alone girl-to-girl chat in order to cheer the now young lady up, for she too had been lost just 2 years prior, after running aground in Scotland. There were the Cunarders, precisely the ocean greyhounds Lusitania and her younger sister, Mauretania, who were the primary reason Olympic and her siblings were constructed, so White Star could overthrow their famous operators as Britain's conqueror of the seas. But then Cunard brought Aquitania onto the scene; a ship even larger and finer than her two superfast older sisters. And she was based on none other than the three olympians. And it didn't help at all when Titanic and Britannic were lost, even when the venerable Lusitania got torpedoed in a death that had conspiracy written all over it. Conversation between the two biggest ocean-going teams in the world came practically to a halt. Well except for with the little Carpathia, who raced through the icy seas to rescue the massive Titanic's survivors when no one else could. Then there were the German refugees, Bismarck and Columbus. Bought by White Star and renamed Majestic and Homeric, it was hoped that, if they didn't pass as step-brothers for Olympic, then that she would at least accept them as her new fleet-mates. Well that itself could've gone a lot better; when asked about her history with Titanic and Britannic, both of them were viciously attacked to the point where they needed to be taken in to the legendary Harland & Wolff shipyard for extensive repairs, delaying their maiden voyages. More attacks would follow, and it got to the point where her presence alone was enough to send the pair rushing to get as far away from her as their home base would allow. Point was, the RMS Olympic didn't mean to be rude. But with the sudden losses of her only true siblings, it was still impossible to accept. And they both had to do with the mistakes of mankind. When she learned that J. Bruce Ismay, who had ordered for Titanic to sail full speed despite the ice warnings, escaped his sinking, the former chairman of the White Star Line made the smart move to drop off the radar and go into hiding for the rest of his life. When news came that Britannic had been innocently struck down by a German mine, Olympic had vowed to take out every sub she came across from then on. She had already incidentally rammed and sunk a U-Boat not too long ago. With what had just happened, there was no reason for her to not continue. And being a troop ship for the time-being, there really was no stopping her either. Yeah, she wasn't such a sweet sunflower anymore. And speaking of German subs, one just happened to surface…

Olympic's eyes narrowed as she crouched and approached the sub with surprising stealth for an 882.5-foot vessel. They then became completely murderous when she saw the sub's numbers. It was the same one who had set the mine for Britannic. The German then turned around and his paint went from pitch black to pale white when he made eye-contact with the raging olympian. 'Verdammt' (German for 'Oh damn." Had to use Google Translate for these parts.)

Now she knew for certain. Fangs bared, she let out the loudest scream/roar that had ever come from her or anyone else. (Note here, guys. This is why you don't want to do something that would make a girl beyond mad.)

"YOU! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Even though she was now back in peacetime service, that mattered absolutely nothing to the giant ship. Her youngest brother was on the seabed, his assassins weren't. She'd make certain that they paid the costly price of life for what they had done to him, and ultimately, what they did to her. With a sudden gun of her engines, Olympic was hot on the U-Boat's tail. When his crew heard the battle cry, they nearly fainted. So if Olympic had been any closer, they'd have been swimming with the fishes of death. Seeing her coming, they poured everything into their only hope of survival in order to escape. But when you enrage the RMS Olympic, who's not only bigger than you are, but has the most powerful engines in the world, chances are you're not getting out alive. And the olympian was making sure of that: she was driving the Nazis straight into shallow water so that there was no way they could dive. Instead, they ran up on a sandbar. Using the propulsion they had left, the killers turned in horror as Olympic slowed to a crawl, jaws agape, growling angrily.

"So how does it feel to be the one who gets shot down? The HMHS Britannic was only serving as a hospital ship, and yet you took him out! There is no escape now for what you've done. I am avenging him this instant, so if you have any last words at all, you'd better use them to send a will to your leader, RIGHT NOW ," she hissed menacingly as those final two words were emphasized so clearly you could practically feel the blood dripping off of them.

The SM U-73 scoffed and spat, "Was hat er überhaupt mit dir zu tun?" (German for "What does he have to do with you anyway?") Olympic, knowing a bit of German thanks to time spent listening to Majestic and Homeric, roared back, her lust to kill now overwhelming, "HE WAS MY BROTHER!" And she charged with a vengeance.

Now the Nazis knew the whole purpose of this; why the giant steamer was seemingly intent on targeting just them, even though the war was long over. It was a revenge story. And she was not letting them go until they went down just like her near identical sibling. And prayers were being made as crew and sub finally realized the madness Hitler was striving to achieve this whole time. But that didn't cancel out the fact that they wanted to live. Asking for mercy would do nothing; you could tell by looking White Star's flagship in the eyes. It all came down to fight-or-flight. In a way, they picked both.

Olympic cried out in agony as the torpedo struck her square in the bow. Using her now crippled state to the advantage, the killers wiggled out and made a mad dash for freedom. Shock turned to fury as Olympic quickly processed the fact that she'd been torpedoed. NOW they had gone too far. First Britannic and now her? It was bad enough that she'd also had a fair share of accidents throughout her life. 'And they think they can get away with it?!' Her amber eyes now seemed to blaze as the jet black behemoth turned to face her would-be-victims had they not quickly pulled a fast one: life-saving on their part, but infuriating on hers. In a valiant attempt, she rolled out of the shallows and proceeded to give chase. However, it didn't take long for the sandbar that she previously plowed through coming in to rebuild itself and establish the fact that the olympian wasn't going anywhere without risking a fate akin to that of her sisters. Olympic figured that out a second too late; she was already out in the deep. And the screams she so painfully let out after rubbing her bow on the sandy, yet also rocky bottom, making the current damage go from, well "damaging", to now life-threatening, was enough of a green light for the German marines to race out to sea and escape.

Exhaustion soon overwhelmed her as Olympic came to a halt, panting, and she smacked the water.

"No!" The varmints got away. And Britannic was still under the waves. She was then pulled out of her thoughts by the feel and sound of cold water steadily washing its way up into her systems. Olympic was sinking. She gasped.

"Oh no…"