First-ish story, Long-time lurker, Please be Gentle, Leave a Review, et cetera.
I'm neither militarily inclined nor have I played Kancolle, though I have watched some of the animations; liberties will be taken at times to deliver a more interesting story.
Disclaimer: Universe and characters belong to their respective owners. I own my OC's and the plot.
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The sea is a calm glass, a sensual lover, an aloft beauty, a cruel mistress. Her whims change as quickly as the winds and waves. Yet it is only a thin cover for a grave of thousands of hulls—civilian and military and millions of souls—explorers, lovers, and soldiers; all carrying their curiosity, their dreams, their spite.
On this day, the sea disgorged its cursed hulls upon the surface and unleashed the Abyss; warships their vanguards and civilian ships their suppliers. Once rusted and speckled with barnacles, these hulls where given the body of an inhumanly beautiful female and armed with eldritch forces with power equal to their former armament. With such power, they attacked any sea-worthy vessel across the seven seas. The Atlantic is viciously saturated with prowling submarines. The Pacific is filled with the keening wail of diving planes and the far off thunder of large caliber rifles. The Mediterranean found itself host to many small attackers indiscriminately bombarding coastlines, altogether causing devastating initial casualties.
At first, each country deployed their steel fleets against this threat, certain it was a rival nation finally making its moves. Smart munitions hit ghosts, electronic eyes saw nothing, every iota, staple, and cornerstone of a modern 21st Century naval fighting force proved borderline useless in the face of the Abyss. Steel fleets after steel fleets were lost. Mankind steadily lost hope.
The island nation of Japan was the first to make headway in driving back the menace. Through rituals and prayer, they have summoned their own daughter of the sea—kanmusu, or shipgirls. Like the Abyssals, they are warship hulls of World War Era vessels summoned into an inhumanly beautiful female form. Unlike the Abyssals, they are filled with hope and a desire to defend humans from the eldritch abominations. The information was quickly sent out to every country with a substantial naval presence during the World Wars.
More and more shipgirls were summoned and the Abyssal Annihilation quickly became a hard stalemate. Development of anything that gave the shipgirls and humanity an edge was quickly countered and fielded by the Abyssals. Desperate for an end to the conflict and the return of oversea trading routes, the world's navies decided to field a very large amount of small units consisting of six shipgirls of mixed nationalities led by one admiral from a small base—a floating platform or an island, near enemy-held waters. Using this thought process, humanity hopes to eventually surround the Abyss, corner them, and then annihilate the source.
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Next up, meeting the team, the MC's, OC's, and the antagonists.
These are my thoughts on how the universe is to be presented. This story is kind of not really planned but going with what I feel like putting to paper day by day. Do leave a critique/thoughts. Cheers.