Well, this little thing has been written even before I posted my first fic, General. The form of writing was really awkward back then, so I have rewritten a little bit. A take in comedy and everyday life. I've written about tragedy, drama, romance and adventure. So it's better to just turn to something more light-hearted. And so I've decided to finally upload this to for everybody to enjoy. You may find a lot of references and so, as this was inspired by the Gaijin Teitoku and Things involving ship girls that are no longer allowed series. Please leave a review if you want to praise or criticize my story, although I only accept constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I do not own KC and its characters
The resources has been drained completely dry, even the metals, which is one of the most commonly unused.
The reason was simple: they have used them all up. More specifically, the ship girls.
And on what? Well, on food, for most part, to serve the ridiculously huge appetite these girls have, mostly Akagi though. She's a total monster. The rest…on the repairs of the shipyard's infrastructure, equipment, facilities…basically everything, in which was the result of bored individuals. Seemed pretty irrelevant and insane, but it was the truth. Insanity is a definition of life here at this kanmusu naval base.
"Fuck my life…"
And this poor, Admiral here, had the honor of soaking all of it into him. Standing one hundred and ninety centimeters tall and was blinded one eye, the naval base Admiral more appealed to his girls for his talent in military tactics than logistical organization. Clearly, his organization skill wasn't garbage and he was quite a good organizer when it comes to arranging fleet composition. But the problem was his sensitivity to the opposite sex, especially when trying to reject somebody from requesting something. He just couldn't do it. He was a kind-hearted person, who cared for almost everybody in the base, hoping to have them lead a normal life after all the fightings and so. But his methods were rather…unhealthy. He at first granted freedom to use the naval resources to everybody, but that obviously ended in disaster. Then some measures were taken to reduce the resource consumption, yet he still had that vulnerable blind spot for rejection against ladies, and they exploited it, pretty thoroughly.
He, on some occasion, had sworn that he would rather return back to the times when he was still struggling with the Abyssal's stranglehold than living in this endless chaotic hellhole. The famous Admiral, famous for his many victories against his enemy, bravely and heroically fought and lost the vision of right eye to turn the tide of the Pacific Abyssal War, now lied flat on his office desk, mentally defeated by his own ship girls.
"Ganbatte, teitoku (Do your best, Admiral)" His secretary ship, the legendary super-battleship Yamato, could feel his helplessness here. She too had seen it, heard of it, sensed it, and even tasted it herself. For someone who hadn't got many chances to experience it, it was definitely unpleasant. People usually say it is culture shock. Yeah…A chaotic and lawless culture.
"At this rate, all of my hair is gonna turn white before my thirtieth birthday. I have to do something."
"I suggest the best way to do it is for you to learn to reject people. I remember you were pretty strict before, where did that all go?" Ooyodo, who was sitting behind the radio set, said
"Excuse me, but I'm trying to not become that person I once was. Just not." He replied, his hands raised in defiance. That time was truly the most memorable days of his life, but he after all didn't want to return to being that kind of arrogant person.
Three years earlier, this used to be a starting point of a huge campaign that ultimately became the turning point of the Abyssal Wars. The Admiral was once a very strict, quite tyrannical, overconfident, but capable officer. After a series of consecutive victories, he had traced down the origin of the Abyssal hive, where it is located in the Bering Sea, in the Arctic. So a huge expedition force was assembled to wipe them all out of this planet, to put an end to all of it. But reality wasn't in favor of his ambition however, as the campaign ended in a complete disaster, after being forced to turn its back to Sakhalin due to several factors: lack of provisioning, the terrifyingly cold weather, and constant Abyssal harassment during the retreat. Returning with half of his fleet being put out of action, the Admiral had reconsidered, changed himself, his mindset, and managed to get the fleet together to counter and destroy the huge and inevitable Abyssal assault against his position there. His overwhelming triumph there had ensured all of Asia's and all America's protection against the Abyssal threat of an another invasion for years to come. But the losses he had seen in that faithful expedition had him vowed not to make that mistake again.
"You have grown soft after all these years. A little bit too soft though. Then…you will have quite a hard time from now on."
True. Even harder than devising strategies to fight Abyssals. But be honest, would you rather work out your brain to kill a bunch of emotionless shark-skinned beasts or to reject cute puppy faces? Back in the days, there were not many incidents like these because they were more occupied in dealing with their enemies and staying alive than this.
"Unless I think of an immediate solution, here and now." The Admiral said.
"Like what?"
"Well…"
He began pondering for a few minutes. Damn, what should he really do now? Come on think! For a future with hair!
For a while, the girls in his office thought that he couldn't actually think of it, that it was hopeless, and so returned to their duty. It was not only until about ten minutes later that he finally got something, something harmful…
"If I can't really change myself to handle it, then probably I should get someone else to deal with it."
Someone else?
"A logistic officer, perhaps, to handle the resources and expenses."
That's not the important thing here.
Hiring?
Who would be able to cope with this?
"No way." All the ship girls in his office uttered at the same time, in which stunned the one-eyed Admiral quite badly. Never before did he face that much objection.
"No way?! What's wrong with that approach?!"
"Admiral." Ooyodo said, sternly. "It's all to you to decide what you want to do with this naval base and us. But please don't drag others into this."
"If I don't have anything or anyone else to take this with me, then I'll die to insanity soon enough. And then, those successor to me WILL be dragged into this. You want that or not?"
"Then will you take full responsibility for all the mental disorder and pay for all mental hospital fee that he or she WILL develop in the future?"
"Yes!" He'd had enough of this.
"...Ok, then." Ooyodo ended. "God bless that person."
They all silently prayed. There is nothing to say to him anymore.
The victim, one of the most unfortunate, turned out to be a twenty years old woman. Logistic and Supply Chain officer of the JSDF Hatsune Amari. She was said to have studied supply chain management in Michigan University, and was believed to be a top graduate when she finished her course. Whether this was true or not, she was widely reowned for being very efficient in managing, and, more importantly, very strict, even to her superior.
Suggested by his friend, who once had a chance to work directly with her, the Admiral couldn't simply ignore this young but talented girl. Immediately afterwards he requested her change of post, since she didn't have much particular work at her places anyway. Several days later, it was accepted, and so she became an official worker at the naval base.
One week later.
"Here we are ma'am."
"Thank you captain!"
A young woman, donning a small-sized yet befitting ivy green uniform of the JSDF, had just gotten down from the boat that had transported her from mainland Japan to this rustic little island, her two hands each carrying a heavy suitcase, which was pretty oversized comparing to her small petite silhouette. She took a moment to catch her own breathe, as she checked her watch on her left hand.
Nine to eight. If she stays here any longer, she will be late.
Hatsune Amari, 163 centimeters tall, 53 kilograms heavy, although appeared quite upset about the fact that she had to spend a hefty amount of time to deal with the luggage, she was rather excited on the other hand. Finally she had found a place that she could actually blend herself in. A haven full of beautiful and honorable ladies who once fought for the great Empire of the Rising Sun. A true ladies' world. Actually not really. There was one male there, and that was the Admiral of the base. But knowing that he was that Admiral and not some crazy nobodies somewhat put her at ease.
After graduating from Michigan University, Hatsune returned to Japan and began working for the military to aid in the struggle against the Abyssals. But by the nature of its very existence, the military was full of men. Soldiers, officers, commanders, almost everyone of them were men. Women did exist there, but the numbers were relatively rare, because nobody wanted to serve in a place stinks of sweat and blood, especially during wartime, when you can die for no good reasons. Because of that, life can be pretty lonely. She did hang out with her female companions sometimes, but they too had their own jobs, and such.
That explained why she felt the ground below her flee before her when she received that request from the Admiral. Goodbye lonely world.
After crawling her ways with her two heavy suitcase in her hands to the base's entrance, she encountered one particular ship girl, who had short black hair like her, and wore a purple uniform with tight skirt, short white sleeve and gloves. On her head was a hair ornament that appeared to be a triangle on top of a circle.
"Good morning!" Hatsune said cheerfully, as it caught the kanmusu's attention.
"G-Good morning!" She replied, a bit surprised by the sudden greeting.
"Are you a kanmusu of the base?"
"Yes I am. How can I help you?"
"Do you mind telling me where the Admiral's office is? I am new here, so…"
"Eh…wait…" The ship girl looked at Hatsune carefully, then. "Are you the new logistic officer that the Admiral is talking about?"
"Yes I am, fresh from Yokosuka!" She puffed her cheeks. "I am Hatsune Amari. And yours?"
"I-I'm Haguro. Myoukou-class heavy cruiser." On the other hand, Haguro sounded a bit hesitant when introducing herself. Although having matured and more confident after the years of war, her shyness still, for some reasons, existed.
"Nice to meet you Haguro-san. Now, shall we go?"
"Nice to meet you Amari-san. And let's go."
After a few minutes, they found themselves at the door to the Admiral's office. Haguro gently knocked it.
"Who is it?" Answered yet another female voice, this time in a much lower tone than Haguro.
"It's Haguro. I brought the officer that was due to arrive."
"Oh, then just a moment." The voice replied. "Admiral! Wake up! She's here!"
Although she knew perfectly well that he couldn't wake up before nine, she still arranged the time to be sooner than that. Well played.
"They are at it again." Haguro giggled slightly from behind the door as she heard the thumping sound inside the office as the girls were waking up the young Admiral. "Things have been quite hectic recently."
"What? What happened?" Hatsune asked curiously.
"Well, he is having problems with handling with the base's expenses and such, due to several incidents. To be honest, he has been expecting you for a week now."
"Really?" Hatsune blushed a little. "But what incidents are you talking about?"
"I think the Admiral will tell you once you talk to him."
"Hmm…"
After about ten minutes, she was finally allowed to enter.
Before her was a very tall but thin man who was also in his twenty, a little bit older than Hatsune, probably five years older, wearing a blue IJN uniform. His eyes were very much red, but only the left one moved to look at her, since the right one was no longer usable.
At first glance, he looked serious and quite intimidating, but as soon as he saw her, his expression changed immediately.
"At ease." He said in response to her salute. "Are you logistic and supply chain officer Hatsune Amari?"
"Yes sir. Ready for duty!"
"Well…I guess I'll be brief. You see, I am having a bit of a problem here. And like I said a bit here I mean really big problem. To mkae you understand this more accurately, I want you to see this." He sighed lightly, as he pulled out a record of all the base's resource expenditure, which was a very long list that was rolled into a big paper roll.
"This is the list of what I have spent on during the last three months here. You can take a look."
Her eyes widened considerably after reading what was in it.
31/08/20XX: Repair of the carrier dorm's toilet. 121 metals, 43 bauxites, 4 buckets.
16/09/20XX: Reconstruction of the base's sortieing hangar, caused by live ammunition practice. 3012 metals, 1240 bauxites, 2240 fuel.
20/12/20XX: Akashi's failed development of the 51cm gun. 455 ammunitions.
20/12/20XX: Repair for the office's damaged wall, caused by the 51cm gun testing. 134 metals, 44 bauxites.
25/12/20XX: Christmas party. 5120 fuels.
03/01/20XX: Naka's live ammunition performance: 34 ammunitions.
14/01/20XX: Yuubari's testing of the Tsar Bomb: 321 ammunitions, 16 buckets.
'Tsar bomb? This isn't Bikini Atoll!'
"Why would you spend so much for such nonsense stuffs? And what is this? A bill for thirteen bottles of vodka?"
"Ah, that…" He sighed again, as he reminisced. "There is a destroyer here called Hibiki, now Verniy after several modifications. Back then she turned off the internet filter and ordered those vodkas herself. Thankfully I managed to stop her from drinking those, but still have to pay for them."
'Sweet ever loving Jesus…' A few minutes passed in silence, as Hatsune continued reading. All of this long roll…was just for three months?
"I hope you have grasped a bit of what you should do here. You are here to organize the base's expenditure of resources and money. I don't know how you are going to handle it but make sure it does not reach this number." He pulled out an iPad and opened an app that contained several graphs and statistics. He swiped down to the bottom of the page, where the seven numbers were highlighted.
Torches: 34
Buckets: 00
Fuel: 52
Ammunitions: 30
Metals: 64
Bauxite: 08
Money account: 457 yen
Hatsune was frozen on spot.
"Don't worry, the weekly batch of resource is coming this weekend. And every month, the higher-ups will send budgets into the account for you. So it isn't the end of the world. Yet."
Still, she had to take a few minutes to reconsider her purpose here. Cases were that her dreams of a haven working life here had been grinded to dust before she even got to it.
"Umm, sir. I have a question." The new logistic officer said.
"Yes?"
"These kind of incidents listed here…How often…" She proceeded, but without her cheerfulness.
"Ah…well, it depends. If the month is uneventful then probably a few times a week. If not then less often than that. Basically, you will not know what is gonna happen? Even right now you can expect a bomb or something to go off, destroying something in the process."
Just as he said that, a huge explosion could be heard screaming from the direction of the training area. From the looks of it, it appeared that the girls had decided to hold another game of Battleship, using live ammunitions.
"Oh god, that building is burning!" Hatsune rushed to the window, examining the extent of the damage.
"Your work begins today." The Admiral said, triumphantly. "Good luck."