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A Sikorsky S-61 Transport chopper rumbles its way at 240 kph. Its load for this flight are modules laced with Oceanic Magic, two pilots, and seven individuals. Each module contains an army of "fairies", small beings specialized in certain tasks and summoned alongside Shipgirls. The module can be easily maneuvered by one human into position. There, it will unfold and create a shipgirl-friendly node-docks, rigging storage, a refinery, a factory, and more. Alongside the factory modules are crates upon crates of fuel, ammo, steel, and bauxite, just enough to kickstart a new budding base.
The part of the hold not holding material goods was cramped with seven figures. The first one is Septimus Dillard-the newest Admiral in charge of the other six fellas with him. He looks hopelessly at the other six in various states of catatonia. HMS Ark Royal gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut and can be overheard mumbling, "...ffins and penguins, razorbills and kingfishers, gannets and gulls…" IJN Haruna leans against Admiral Dillard clutching an Instant Repair Bucket, now filled with slick oil mixed with bile instead of repair fluid. IJN Shimakaze has her knees up to her chin on the bench, staring at the opposite wall with a dead but intense glare mumbling, "...ast,where'sthewatertoofastwhere'sthewater" on repeat. Heavy Cruiser Admiral Hipper religiously re-inspects the Cargo Manifest for perhaps the 56th time. While all that's happening, USS Fletcher sits at Dillard's feet mumbling through a list of her sisters, "Fullam, Hudson, Pringle, no wait. It's Fullams, Hudson, Hutchins, then Pringles, then Stanley…" IJN Yamato sits calmly aside but leaning heavily on her parasol mast. "I, Yamato, am sure that we will be combat capable once we are back on the oceans again."
He could only nod. Airsick shipgirls. Now that's a sight if he had ever seen one. He was glad for it though; they won't notice his nervousness. He's aced the simulations, he's raised himself up above his peers, and he's done pretty well for himself. However, this will be his first command by himself. No overview except the Big Boss SecNav, no second chances with lost units, and having command over six very attractive young women. He shook himself. -No, don't think about that-. He took a breath and looked out the window. -That's the shittiest looking base if I've ever seen one. If I knew getting top scores results in this Derelict... heh."
Base Derelict was a Soviet-era Offshore Drilling Platform located on the Bering Sea. The collapse of the Union left a completed structural platform primed to drill and pump. It has fell into disrepair and forgotten. Until now, it has played host for nesting seagulls and albatross. Now it will roar back to life as the home of Task Force "Clapper" 98.
As the chopper softly lands on the widest, flattest possible area on the rig deck, the shipgirls immediately throw themselves out to hug the pitted sheet metal. They all immediately fell through. In Yamato's case stopping after crashing through three levels. "Ugh, I'm going to have my hands full with these fellas." His left hand lowered from his face. "Alright ladies," he shouted down the holes, "when you get back up here, please help me with unloading the chopper. I don't think it can stay here long if these holes are any indication." They meekly climbed back up some stairs sporting some minor rips on their clothes. "Sorry boss, but, ya'know. Boats are to water, not to choppers." Fletcher stuck her toungue out and gave a small grin.
Then they all whipped their heads as one to a distant point on the horizon. Admiral Hipper spoke up, "Mein Admiral, there are enemy contacts, approximately fifteen, less than twenty. ETA twenty minutes until arrival. There is no ship over heavy cruiser tonnage. Please advise."
He looks at the holes in the sheet metal, then at the shipgirls, then at the horizon. His smile isn't pleasant. Nope, not at all.
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Ri-Class looked over at the Ne-Class, then at the obviously flagging destroyers behind them.
R-...-R
N-Confident Confirmation-N
R-...-R
N-Confirmation-N
R-...-R
N-Unsure Confirmation-N
R-Last one. Secure. Report-R
N-Meek Apology-N
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"Haruna is not okay with this.", Haruna.
"Are...are you sure about this, Admiral.", Yamato.
"Let'sgoLet'sgoLet'sgo!", Shimakaze.
"Shells for everyone!", Fletcher.
"Can't be that bad", Admiral Hipper
"My joints are too old, my planes are too fragile, what is this madness?!.", Ark Royal
"Madness? These! Are! Orders!" Admiral Dillard shouted from above them. "Deploy! Sturm! Banzai!"
"Hey, flyboys, get a drone up. I'd like a recording of this. It'll be grand rewatching the combat footage."
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"For Queen and Country! Ark Royal, underway!" Her armor glistened as a quiver filled with Fairey Swordfish arrows appeared on her right hip. An English Longbow with runway limbs appeared in her left hand. She quickly launches two squadrons before hitting the water with a large splash. "BLOODY BARMY ADMIRAL AND HIS BLOODY BARMY IDEAS!"
"Shimikaze! On the way!" Renhoushou-chans manifested around her, flippers flapping in panic due to freefall. Torpedo mounts appeared, strapped to her back. She hit the water at full steam, bolting towards the enemy, now a visible black speck on the horizon. "WAHOO!"
Admiral Hipper drops down, guns blooming from the small of her back on an X-frame. She cocks her smaller hand-held guns and sights the enemy. "Deutscher sights ist überlegen! Feuer!" She ripple fires her guns as she advances in Shimakaze's wake.
"Weeee!" Fletcher giggles as the wind catches her loose shirt and shorts. Torpedo tubes appear on her legs, just above the knees. An anti-aircraft studded super structure appears on her back. Three guns appear on her hips, two on the right, one on the left. She then bobs her way towards the enemy whilst happily delivering freedom pellets in their general direction.
Haruna manifests her rigging, two forward hulls on each side each holding two turrets. It is connected to her twin funneled backpack. "THIS IS NOT OKAY!" She goes full throttle after settling on the water and trailing alongside Admiral Hipper and Fletcher, holding for the perfect opportunity to fire her shots.
AR-Two Heavy Cruisers: Ri and Ne-Class. Sixteen Destroyers, mix of I, Ro's, and Ha's.-AR
Yamato was a little more graceless. Her nervousness made her manifest her rigging while waiting on the edge of the platform. The crumbling concrete could not deal with the sudden addition of twelve 46cm cannons and a fuck-ton of armor. IJN Yamato, pride of the Japanese Navy, took a tumble towards the churned sea below. She stuck the landing, powerful legs absorbing the shock but displacing a massive wave.
The wave struck Admiral Hipper, who adjusted for the speed boost and continued bursting accurate fire with standard German efficiency. Ark Royal nearly ate seawater as the wave threatened to turn her bow over stern-a wave of British slurs spewed from her mouth alongside salt water. Fletcher rode the wave like a bath toy, her tracers dipping over the target, then under, then on target. Haruna was about to take her shot when the wave hit. Tears came to her eyes as her perfectly aimed shots arced over the target. "Why does this happen to me?" "Goingevenfaster!" crowed Shimakaze as she rides the wave going for the torpedo flank. "Sorry! Clear the firing lane!", came Yamato's shout precisely two and a half seconds before sending twelve Type 3 Beehive Rounds in a high-reaching arc towards the two cruisers and sixteen destroyers.
Tears came to the eyes of the airmen and Admiral Dillard. "So much firepower… I'll need a change of pants after this is done." The two airmen could only nod their heads in agreement, covers held over their chests.
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The Abyssals were not having a good time. The orders from on high directed them to several coordinates, secure them, and wait for further orders. However, for some inexplicable reason, the Ne-Class kept screwing up navigation and they could only get to an old abandoned oil rig. Then the planes showed up, then the shells came flying in, then torpedoes were detected off the starboard bow, then their world exploded into shards of metal and flame. Through it all, the Ri-Class just gave a dead-eyed stare into the panicking Ne-Class's eyes.
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S-This is Shimakaze, everything is mopped up, no survivors. Operation Success.-S
AH-An excellent battle and a competent plan, mad-hatted as it can be. It will be interesting working with you in the future, mein Admiral.-AH
AR-Bloody spotting duty again, give me a kill for Chrissakes!-AR
F-I may or may not have any ammo left. Anybody got spare five inchers and 40mm?-F
Y-So sorry! I'll repair it, I swear! I'm sorry Haruna! SORRY!-Y
H-*Sniff*-H
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A lot more lighthearted this time. I didn't wanna booli Haruna, she's already had it too hard. Haruna, everything will be okay later. Everything will b̨ȩ...o̭̱̥̻͢k̶̖̜a͇͕̗y҉͈.̢͙͔.
Writing Zekamashi's dialogue was hard cos it's ingrained in me to Put. A. Space. After. Every. Word. Blegh.
I initially wanted to add USS Intrepid (CV-11) cos she's like a 20 minute commute from my apartment. But then I decided, she'll have her own story, "The Fighting I + 1". Title subject to change. Coming Soon™. Ark Royal came to mind cos Swordfishies-three fellas in a biplane slinging a death tube at other boats.
I think I've somewhat figured out the formatting of this site (kinda?) so, things that should have no space between should probably not have space between them from now on.
Updates will not be consistent, but I definitely will try to update within two days to three weeks between each. Cos RL stuff. Reason for this chapter: sitting down and doing a quick skim of Wikipedia on ships, birds, and other shtuff and deciding their personalities. Shima's got next to no info 'sides "engine test bed". Wiki-Searching was fun-Intrepid launched and contributed to the sinking of Musashi. Wow.
The more you know.
Up Next, a real, more in-depth meeting with the crew and some other stuff that i'll come up with as I write it.
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