AN: And here's the 'rewrite' for this chapter

A lot of this is the same for these re-writes, just improved layouts, but in some cases, major changes will occur.

If one had told the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen that she'd be taken as a war prize and impressed into the service of a foreign Navy, she would have laughed.

USS Bismarck wasn't laughing at that thought anymore, at least the Americans didn't threaten to scrap her like Hitler in one of his tantrums.

As of now she was currently the secretary ship of the naval base in San Diego, working alongside Lieutenant James Connolly, one of Admiral Sarah Mitchell's staff workers, both unrelated to the more famous officers sharing their last name. Kidd snoring away in front of a stack of paperwork, having passed out. Her former pirate shenanigans had been toned down in favor of being professional, that and the CNO had made it clear that shit won't fly these days given the view of military personnel as rigid professionals in the eye of the public.

"Can we finally go to bed now…" The blond-haired cruiser said before yawning. "we've been up all night…"

"I know Bismarck… Maybe we could leave this for the fairies to finish up…" Connolly muttered.

"Alright then… Go-" Bismarck began before the phone range, sighing as she picked it up. "San Diego Naval Base, USS Bismarck here… What…" She shot up and put a hand over the voice pickup. "James… Our week just got a hell of a lot busier…"

"What now…"

"The Japanese summoned Rosie…"

Connolly spat out the water he was drinking. "Aw Christ… Wake up the Admiral and ring up the Pentagon in case nobody else has bothered…"

"James what about…"

"Oregon hasn't done ass since she was turned into a museum ship, she's just been sitting on the Willamette, attracting hipsters, military enthusiasts, the occasional protest, and Japanese tourists. But she and Rosie were close for a long time… It was rare to see them apart after Samar… So I have no idea what will happen now"

"But ships that spent significant amounts of time together are more likely to return if one of the pair or group is summoned."

"I know, but if Oregon doesn't want to come back the nobody can force her, least not of all the nation that threw her away before the raid on Rabaul in 1942…"

"Yeah, she never seemed like the type to forgive a slight like that…" Bismarck admitted.

"Anyways… I'm going to prepare for the inevitable shitfest that will be the upper ranks and the state department in light of this news…" James said while rubbing his temples.

"So… I guess our date is cancelled…?"

"Pretty much… And to think Admiral Mitchell gave us the okay too…" He sighed and slumped into his chair as the exasperated cruiser swore in German.

"You're kidding right." Kaga asked incredulously.

"I'm not, the diet wants us to integrate her into our chain of command ASAP if the Americans give us the okay, we can't exactly transfer her to the US right now due to a lack of transports." Hiroto muttered.

"Sir, with all due respect this will go about as well as our joint exercise with the Russian shipgirls, except we won't have Sovetsky Soyuz, Stalingrad and Sovestky Rossyia to hold our more rabid girls off."

"I know this… And I will make it clear to them that you know who will be alienated even further if they harm Rosie… Maybe we could pair her with Ushio…"

"Ushio is off in Pearl Harbor to visit her hull for therapy reasons..."

"Ah yes… We're closing in on that time of year again… Poor girl… Anything else while we're on this subject?"

"Yuudachi wants to go to Long Beach again to see her hull… She won't give up the fact that Portland captured her will she…"

"She's as stubborn as a dog." Nakamura intoned offhandedly as he flipped through a series of forms.

"Indeed… Back to our previous subject… Are you certain this will work…?"

"We have nothing left to do but try…"

"Understood…"

At that moment, the phone rang. "Nakamura here… Yes… I'll inform her…" He sighed and set down the handset.

"I want an assembly just after reveille… We're integrating Rosie into our forces here for the time being as an irregular…"

"Very well then sir… Shall I have the JGSDF detachment put on standby?"

"Not funny… But do it anyways…" Nakamura sighed as he slumped at his desk, knowing there were only so many ways this could turn out.

Meanwhile across Ishinomaki Naval Base there was constant chatter about the new summon.

"Maybe it's Yamato!" One of the more impressionable destroyers chattered aloud.

"Nah it's gotta be one of the super cruisers that were laid down but never completed."

"Oh oh! Maybe one of the Number 13-class ships!"

And such was common amongst the shipgirls and enlisted men and women. But for Musashi there could only be one option…

Her, the 'lord' that her older sister had sworn herself to, not unlike the bond between Shinano and Yahagi that spawned during Ten-go… And as much as Musashi hated to admit it, Yamato did have legitimate grievances with Japan, had the admiralty been more cautious she would have been deployed at Truk instead of Rabaul. But the damage report from Henderson field had been positive, and as such nobody anticipated the presence of USS Wasp and USS Constellation until the two fleet carriers had already crippled Yamato and sank Akashi's sister Mihara.

To say Musashi had been shocked when she'd faced her sister's guns at Samar had been a supreme understatement as the Imperial Military had generally believed the Americans would have torn her apart for scrap or sunk her out at sea.

But Yamato had died the day the US Navy took her in, refloated, repaired, and modified her, and in her place USS Oregon had been born. After all, why give up such a powerful warship in easily serviceable condition, especially one who's capture and impressment would both demoralize their enemy and drive them into a rage.

The irony was palpable, the Americans had picked a name with more symbolism to it than the more predictable Montana ever would, even if that name wasn't already locked in by the most powerful of their standard type battleships.

"Oregon… A land of opportunity and new beginnings for the people who risked their lives and families to go there… Very well then Rosie… Let us see if your return heralds a new turn in this war, and the return of my sister…" The amber skinned battleship murmured to herself as she walked back to the battleship dormitories.