My first fanfiction in a while now. I'll be busy for a while now...and will probably be uploading once a half a week? Thank you all for reading, reviews are appreciated.
I do not own Kancolle.
There was nothing anymore. No water, no booming of guns, no thudding of bombs and torpedoes, no buzzing of radio, no droning of planes. Silence. Kirov lay in the darkness, suspended in the middle of the abyss that seemed to completely envelope her new realm. There was no light to tell day from night, but there wasn't much need to know the time. She recollected her memories of her home port, Severomorsk, of her friends and comrades, of her officers, sailors, her patrols, and the engagement that sunk her and severely damaged numerous others of her patrol. Other times, she simply relaxed and tried to enjoy this sense of peace.
She did not know much about the world these days; but she knew better than to trust this serenity to last.
There was a time when the most pressing threat humanity faced were the numerous terrorist factions that sprang up in the decades following the turn of the century. That had been why Kirov and her sister ship, Hornet, had been designed and built after all. A joint project by Britain, France, Germany, Russia, and the United States to eliminate the terrorist threat overlooking the world. They had been the first and only Eurocruisers built of a planned five.
Humanity rapidly lost territory in the oceans of the world in the years following her construction. The Enemy, risen from what was only known as the Abyss, sank any human warship or merchant vessel on sight. They were humanoid things, being described as "Humans, with their skin bleached white, and with red eyes that glow in the dark as if they were orbs rather than eyes."
From that location in the Northern Pacific, the Enemy was sighted in the Southern, and then the Atlantic. Kirov and the Red Navy had been unconcerned until an air attack obliterated the coastal defenses of Severomorsk. High Command had immediately dispatched a patrol of reconstructed warships and modern warships alike to delay a possible invasion of Russia as long as possible, or until they had Severomorsk rebuilt from the ashes of where it once stood. Kirov hoped she and her comrades had succeeded, not knowing the result of the battle after she was separated and sunk after an unknown kind of torpedo blew her stern clean off, and with it, half her missile batteries, number two gun, and her steam turbine.
She longed to go back, to serve her Motherland once again and blow this enemy off the face of the Earth. She longed to see her comrades again, to have her weapons at rest, to have the sea brushing against her hull again. She longed to rest in the dock, to watch her sailors drink and laugh until the world flipped itself in their vision and they awoke in the morning to the Admiral blaring a trumpet at their ears.
Good ol' days. Kirov felt a wind brush over her.
Huh? There's no wind down here…Hornet, I miss you…