Chapter Battle: early morningDawn.
The sky is mostly cloudy, with occasional breaks. The sea state is a still calm, but wave action is stronger than yesterday.
As the skies brighten and the pilots can see clearly, sighting reports come in.
"24 whale-DD's and 4 cyborg-CL's, Sir. North and West of us. They'll be on the horizon in minutes, closing fast." A rating states.
"12 whales and 2 cyborgs South, but they are still an hour or more away."
"12 DD's and 2 CL's East, of us. One hour, fifteen minutes away. Sir."
"Chicago reports that the Wo-class just started air ops, or so he thinks."
Admiral Scott smiles. "Mitsuki was right. They are badly coordinated." Then he frowns, "Or are they? Is this a sequential attack, not a simultaneous?"
"Sir?" The Chief of Staff asks.
"Everybody goes for a simultaneous attack, But. Sequential has advantages too. Both try to get a free attack, one by occupying all the defenders and the other by having the defenders run out of ammo, and getting the free attack, then."
He rubs his chin. "I am remembering Midway. There was several smaller piecemeal attacks that caused the Japanese CAP to run out of ammo and be out of position, that allowed Yorktown's and Enterprise's attack to succeed."
"Remind everyone to conserve ammunition. Today will be long. Watch the ammo counters. I want warnings every ten percent." He orders a rating.
"Aye, aye. Sir."
"Order the scouting helios to attack. Let's see how well the hellfires, work."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Sir!" A rating yells. "Guam is reporting an air raid!"
"What!" A very surprised yell.
"Dive Bombers attacking the military side of the airport. They are going for the remaining aircraft on Guam. They came out of the clouds, no warning. Came out of the North, North East, sir."
"A second carrier. Find it!" The Admiral orders.
"Aye, aye, sir!"
"Sir. The DD's are visible."
He grimaces, "I can't do anything about her, yet, anyway. How well did the helio attack do?'
"Successful, if you consider we averaged 6.5 hellfires per one hit. Unsuccessful, if you are counting kills, only 2 are stopped, bleeding, burning and look, in the pilot's opinion, dead. It also cost 4 of 6 helos. They had to be close to be sure of hits, sir."
Another grimace, "I had hoped for better. In the future, it will be with training."
"Yes, sir."
"Have the remaining ones wait until the battle is fully engaged. With the Abyssals concentrating on us, they should be able to get close and get kills."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"The two remaining are asking permission to engage in rescue ops?"
"Of course. Just tell them to be careful."
"Aye, aye. Sir." The rating says quietly.
He raises the old WWII binoculars that he was given, although he paid the sailor anyway, and looks at the developing situation.
The Abyssals are attacking in two groups. 12 DD's and 2 CL's per group. One to the north and the other to the west.
Cannons are beginning to fire. The close support Helicopters hovering behind their ships, are waiting.
As Abyssals attack and his ships respond, the Admiral can see Fubuki and her girls, in a line formation, hitting the west group of Abyssals first. As planned.
"Sir. You need to see and hear this. From the Shipgirls support chopper, just before they started their run."
Click. The girls appear on a screen.
"I do not want to die, but. I died first in the last war, so I'm fated to die first in this one." Kisaragi says.
Silence. They all turn and look at Kisaragi.
"Mitsuki, explain things to your sister." Fubuki orders with a chuckle.
"Kisaragi." Mitsuki says and you can hear her amusement. "You do know that we know that. I, for one, am not going to let you die." She hugs her sister.
"None of us are." Nenohi states with her arms crossed.
"Yeah. As long as you're alive they can't kill us!" Arare announces in a bright tone.
They all turn and look at her, weirdly.
"What? Everybody's said that." She protests.
They shake their heads.
"Well, I do not mind." Says Yayoi.
They all boo and hiss at her.
"Hey! I do not want to the first to die in this war!" She explains hotly, her hands on her waist.
"Kisaragi, your death would be a warning to us, that we are fated to follow the Great East Asia War's losing path. I refuse, we all refuse, to follow that path." Fubuki explains. "Now is the time to show fate that we will be forging a new winning path. Today, none of us dies."
Kisaragi asks, "Why then, am I here, not locked in my room, safely, at Yokosuka?"
"That was the Admiral's first thought." Fubuki explains. "But Kongo-sempai and I talked him out of it. Kongo-sempai was afraid of a bad morale reaction to that plan. I wanted you, here, Kisaragi. If fate is hell bent on recreating a losing war, and we actively try to screw her plans" She shrugs. "Who knows what will happen. Now, she has a fair chance at killing you, but we have a fair chance at saving you, as well, Kisaragi. I'll take a fair fight any day."
Kisaragi smiles, and hugs Fubuki, "Thank you, Fubuki."
The Kanmusu yell their approval as they share a group hug.
Click.
Admiral Scott chuckles. Most of the Flag Bridge does as well.
The Admiral checks Fubuki's formation. Fubuki, Arare, Nenohi, Yayoi, Mutsuki and Kisaragi.
'She placed Kisaragi at the rear and her two ship-class sisters in front of her. She meant it about Kisaragi.' He grins, then frowns. 'I wished she had followed my advice and gone Arare, Nenohi and then her. She could react to surprises better, from the middle. She should have learned from our training session, the lead ship will be the first to get overwhelmed. But the Japanese habit of the Flagship leading the formation won out.'
Admiral Scott looks out over the battle, hears his staff behind him coordinating the battle. The Abyssal magic is not messing up his intra-ship commo. His ships are reacting better and faster than the Abyssals.
The training was well worth a sleepless night.
The simple fact that is now daylight helps morale. His men can spot the Abyssals much further away than they could spot the Kanmusu at night.
Though, being able to spot the Abyssals does not greatly affect the battle. Abyssals are much smaller than a ship and low in the water. The lookouts on the DDs mast can spot them, but relaying the information in the detail needed to hit them at a distance is a problem.
What training the US Navy does in optical only tracking and aiming, is limited. In order to get any hits the modern DD's have to let the range drop to at most around a thousand meters. As the battle goes on, the range drops to a few hundred meters.
The Abyssals have to close the range, as well. They are firing very low to the ocean. The swells and waves can block their view of the DD unless they close. Also, they are new and inexperienced at war, and need to close to get hits.
His ships CIWS are capable of shooting down artillery projectiles. They are doing that. The problem is the Abyssal DD's are firing a lot of shells at, for a sea battle, very close range. He just does not have enough time for the CIWS weapons on hand to hit every one before they land.
So there are leakers. He can feel a shell hit the Ronald Reagan. And again.
"Torpedoes in the water! Dozens! Computers are tracking. Sorting. Many are not, repeat, not on target. ASROC firing at Threatening. Sir. Many of them are just acting wrong. Second wave in the water!" A rating says.
Eventually, "waiting. waiting. No more. Sir, looks like their out."
He smiles as his ships anti-torpedo weapons work as they should. "We can see their rounds via radar, so it was likely we could see their torpedoes as well. Now, it is a gun battle." He says to himself.
'Though, the numbers of torpedoes that they fired is worrisome. Luckily our computers could predict the ones that would hit and we could concentrate on those few.' He thinks. ' Can we stop another attack like plus an airstrike, that is sure to include torpedos?'
He glances at the inventory of ASROC's His ships were stocked against non-magical opponents. The number is not large. "Maybe, maybe not. It'll depend on their skill levels. Still, a lot of them ran weirdly, so they have some bug in their torpedoed design.'
He grins, 'We can only be grateful it looks like they decided to copy our early war Mark 14's, bugs and all.'
It helps that the Abyssal DD's are as stupid and as slow to reach as Fubuki predicated. The 22 remaining Abyssal DD's are tasked with the destruction of the Ronald Reagan, so they only reply to the US DD's and the Kanmusu attacks with their AA guns.
Then there is Fubuki coming up their flank, all 6 of her DD's focusing on one DD at a time. Fubuki, as planned, is saving her ships torpedoes, as she knows it will be a long day. And while, the US DD's do have additional ammo for her, the only practice sessions at reloading under weigh, was in Tokyo Bay under ideal conditions.
The 4 Abyssal CL's are tasked with attacking the Kanmusu. But, they are tasked to fight individually, not as a group. 4 light cruisers vs 6 destroyers is a win for the cruisers. But, 6 destroyers vs 1 light cruiser is a win for the destroyers.
Then there are his helicopters.
The reports of the earlier helicopter attack are showing. They are not getting close enough for guaranteed hits, and the Abyssal DD's are well trained enough to notice and attack them with their AA. But, they are getting hits.
On the other hand, it looks like it takes one hit by a cannon, or a hellfire is needed to break the Abyssal forcefield, then another hit is needed to hurt them. Then, it looks like it takes two or three hits before the Abyssal DD stops firing its cannon. Admiral Scott's personal guess it takes about five solid hits from his weapons to get a mission kill or better.
And when he looks at the ammo counters, he winces. The US DD's with their makeshift aiming system, just is not good enough. They using an average of 5% of their magazine per kill.
The Kanmusu, on the other hand, are only taking two solid hits to get the same results. Arare, Nenohi and Fubuki with their twin cannons are the best ships on the field of battle. They are missing some their attacks, as well. But, Fubuki is one the most experienced Kanmusu, and the others have had at least one encounter against the Abyssals.
It is taking more time than he anticipated, killing ships via shell fire is not as quick as a ship-killer missile.
But.
"Looking good." He murmurs, looking through the binoculars.
"Sir?"
"Assuming no golden BB, we will win this fight easily. And assuming the others follow similar orders, we should win that battle as well. The rage and anger everyone is feeling over the airport strike, is countering that fear effect field."
"Yes, that's what the initial reports say. The airstrike?" His Chief of Staff asks.
Admiral Scott shrugs, "From yesterday, it looks like Abyssal magic roughly equals modern tech in the air, as long as we can see them. The Reagan probably will not be able to carry out flight ops when it is over, and we'll lose a major part of our CAP. But she is going to shatter her air group on us."
He lowers the binoculars, "With new fighters from Okinawa and Tokyo, plus Guam's airfields, I'd even be tempted to stay and test Wo, again. But, not with that second carrier in the area. As soon as we finish with all the Abyssals we see, we'll begin the retreat to Tokyo. This should give the evacuation convoy the time they need."
"Aye, aye, sir."
Then, the light cruisers in the north group realize what is happening to the west group. Instead of charging at the Kanmusu, as they were doing, they turn and attack the Shiloh, his remaining cruiser.
Fubuki follows the plan and continues to attack the northern group DD's.
The light cruisers are bigger and tougher than the DD's.
The Shiloh, her helio, the other remaining helios and the DD's that were firing at the west group start to attack the two light cruisers.
Their force field is stronger. Shiloh burns thru all of its CIWS with only minimal effect. The 127mm shells from his ships bounce off. The hellfires still have some effect, but not the same as with the DD's
Their marksmanship is better than the DD's. Reagan took some hits, he could feel them, but only because of the sheer number of shells headed at her.
Then they close and the CL's are hitting the Shiloh at point blank range.
He watches as the two light cruisers kill a modern cruiser, with only minimal damage to themselves from the combined fire of 1 Cruiser, 3 DD's and at least twenty Hellfires.
He hears the Barry's captain trying to set up a ram.
The only that saves her from sinking in pieces is Kisaragi. She broke away from the formation, taking Mitsuki and Yayoi with her.
Kisaragi and Mitsuki use their torpedoes and sink the Light Cruisers, as they began to focus on the Barry.
The dawn battle is over. Dead and burning Abyssal's litter the sea.
"Damn."
Click. "How is the Reagan, Captain." He asks.
"I have three penetrations through the hull, nothing vital was hit, however. One hit on the port side of the flight deck. Another at the front the flight deck." The Captain of the Ronald Reagan says, "A month ago, I would have said, no flight ops and a year in drydock. Now. Give me a half-hour to push the trash off and do a FOD walk and the Ronald Reagan will be back in action. Sir."
"Good. What I expected to hear. My compliments to your crew."
"Thank you, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Click.
"Damage reports, sir. It looks like everyone, but Kisaragi took some damage. Light damage, mainly hits from 20, 28 and 40mm."
A nod.
"Sir. The Captain of the Shiloh."
"Steve?" The Admiral asks.
Cough. Cough. "It looks bad, sir. Whatever they were firing went through her like a knife thru butter. But, we build them tough. I'll need some help, but I should be able to save her."
"What speed can you make?"
"Only five knots, sir. The back half of the ship took the worse of it. I still haven't heard from all the engineering compartments."
"That is what it looks like from here. I'll have the Barry come along side."
"Thank you, sir."
Click.
"Order the Barry alongside the Shiloh, please."
When that order is broadcast, though.
"No! Admiral! That is wrong!" Screams Fubuki.
"Fubuki?"
"There have to be subs in the area!" Fubuki cries.
"Sir! CAP can see Wo's airstrike exiting the clouds!"
"Belay that order! Prepare for an airstrike!" Admiral Scott yells.
'Chicago must have seen the end to flight ops, not the beginning. Damn.' The Admiral of the 7th Fleet thinks.
"Sir! Report from Guam, that albino cyborg woman, the Shipgirls call Ru, is shelling the island!"
"Sir! Report from the Antietam. Subs have fired torpedoes and his scouts have spotted an approaching DD group."
'She is in control of this battle, not me. This is a sequential battle and her timing is spot on. Everything is designed to hit now, to overwhelm my ability to command and control. Now is the time to prove I'm as good as everybody says.' Flashes through his mind.
"OK. Everybody calm down." Is his first order.
"Now. Guam. There is nothing we can do about them at the time. Record everything, but unless something special happens, that Ru-thing gets hurt or the second carrier is spotted, I do not need to know what is happening, on a second by second basis."
"Aye, aye. Sir!"
"Antietam. Her ASROC's will work and there are three ships there. They should be able to kill a small group, using the tactics and knowledge we gained here. If an evacuation ship is damaged or sinking, rescue survivors."
"Aye, aye, sir!"
"Get everybody here firing at the sky, but watch your ammo counters. Reloading the CIWS is not a quick process. We are going to need some rounds left to handle the next batch of destroyers." All the orders are given in a calm, controlled voice.
"Aye, aye, sir!"
The next half hour or so is full of confusing scenes, as one the most intense air battles in decades occurs.
The various ship to air missiles fired by the ships generally miss. But they do disrupt formations, so there is some benefit, although that disruption goes both ways.
F-18's attempt to use their air to air missiles in a straight lines unguided mode, but miss. They do get close, and in the pilot's opinion, with practice they will achieve hits in the future. Most were ordered to sleep last night, so they would fresh today, so the amount of simulator time they had was minimal.
The F-18's try to use their greater speed and altitude to dive, hit with a gun and pull away from any pursuit. They find out, though, within the Abyssal flight envelope, they much more maneuverable, so they can spin around and fire at the speeding F-18's, and for short bursts they can keep up the F-18. How they can do this is unknown.
There is also the problem of time. It takes times for an jet to swing back around to get in position to attack again. Most of the F-18's only have time for one pass before the attack begins.
All of ships and ship girls firing at the planes are using eyeball guided weapons.
The modern ships fire shells with timed fuses, contact fuses, and use cargo shells with improvised parachute equipped contact fused submunitions with their 127mm cannons.
The CIWS and the hand aimed single guns that have been hurriedly added fire skyward. The CIWS have 100 round cut-off, to delay how quickly they run out of ammo.
The Captain of the Reagan tests the stability of the ship, twisting and turning the carrier first one way, then a another. All while the engineer is trying to find more horsepower to power through the shafts.
The Kanmusu add their cannon and AA, but that was never a Japanese strength, and they haven't had the time,( or truthfully the raw knowledge, Akashi is still too busy setting up the basic fairy powered infrastructure to work on her ideas), to upgrade their basic armament. Still, they are aiming and firing normally, not with the makeshifts the US are beings forced to use.
It's a good effort, but it is by people and ships that are still untrained, using weapons in ways they were not designed for.
What saves the Ronald Reagan is the inexperience of Wo's air group.
They make mistakes.
Everything from the stupid, accidentally releasing the bombs too soon, the inexperience, flat out missing the Reagan, to the being too smart, mis guessing a Zig for a Zag.
Only four torpedoes hit the Reagan's port side, luckily two are duds. Only three bombs shatter her flight deck.
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Chicago four miles and 900 feet under the surface, trying to hide from another depth charge attack, from Wo.
"Feel that." The Captain whispers, as he has ordered WWII style running quietly to be instituted.
"Yes. She is angry." His XO whisper, both are dripping wet from sweat, the air conditioning is off.
"Reagan must still be alive."
"She is going to change that. No matter what the cost."
"We have to get out of here. Dive to 1200 feet and set course for Pearl."
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"Sir. The Captain of the Reagan." The rating says quietly as the Abyssal planes leave the area.
"Captain."
"Admiral." A breath. "I must inform you that the Ronald Reagan can not engage in fixed wing Flight ops. It will take a few hours, I'll have a better estimate in fifteen minutes, for a patch to get laid so I can engage in limited Helicopter ops. Sir."
"Understand. The ship?"
"Dockyard. A year? Two? Nothing really vital was hit, but."
"Can you still maintain 30 knots and maneuver as needed?"
A pause, a murmur, "Yes, Admiral. But any future hits…."
"Understood. No guarantees."
"Will you transfer your flag?"
"No. You still have the best communication and electronics available. If Shiloh was useable, I still wouldn't."
"Thank you, sir."
"Do not think me yet. You will still be the target."
"Understood. But, I do not see how to avoid that."
"Neither do I."
Click.
"Have the F-18's with rounds left to chase after and finish off the enemy planes. Keep, oh, a dozen or so nearby, just in case." The Admiral orders.
"Aye, aye, sir!" The Air Group Commanders says.
"Order the F-18's that if they are out of ammo, they are to hit the tankers and fly to Tokyo. Otherwise fly CAP over the Reagan."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Have the Helicopters land on the DD's to refuel and rearm."
"Aye, aye, sir."
He closes his eyes. "How many are left?" he says softly.
"Helicopters:. We lost 6. Still have 12 around us. All with no ammo."
He nods.
"F-18's. There are forty two still in the air, sir. We are trying to put together what happened to the others."
The Flag Bridge groans at that number.
"24 still have rounds for their guns, but 9 of them only have only a couple seconds worth left. We are keeping the 12 with the most rounds over us, the others are going to use up their rounds on the enemy aircraft, then head for Japan. The CAP Fighters will be released three at a time to refuel."
"Sir! The DD's are on the horizon."
"It took that long?" The Admiral shakes his head. "Ok. Belay the Helicopter order, they would just be sitting bombs. Tell them to bluff to DD's hopefully that will cause some distraction."
"Aye, aye, sir"
"Any fighter that is out of ammo and still has fuel I want them to buzz them as well, make them think that you have something that can hurt them. All fighters with ammo are not to engage the DD's."
"Aye, aye. Sir"
"Fubuki."
"Sir."
"Can you do it again?'
"Have to, sir. We'll be able to use our torps this time, that should help."
"Yes. And we are more experienced, that will help." He glances at the ammo counters and winces. "Those last few DD's are going to be a bitch. Whither we run out of ammo or enemy DD's first is a toss up."
"Sir! More Abyssal planes!"
Everybody goes to edge of the Flag Bridge to look at them. "The second carrier?" Admiral Scott says as he raises his binoculars .
"Sir. One of the fighters in reporting battle damage on them. They must be from the first wave."
"Why?" A pause. "They do not care about their pilots. Oh, Shit. Expendable."
He yells. "They are going to Kamikaze us! Hit them now! With everything!"
This Time Wo is not leaving anything to chance. She is controlling her imps directly. Her will forces them to dive on the Ronald Reagan.
7th Fleet tries to stop them. The Kanmusu tries. The fighters try, maybe if all of them was over the Reagan things would have been different, but half the available planes are out of position. As it is some planes deliberately ram the Abyssal dive bombers trying to stop the attack.
But, out of the explosions, fireballs and the raining debris, a wounded dive bomber appears.
Wo successfully directs it to where she wants.
The Ronald Reagan's Island is hit.
Directly on her Flag Bridge.
Wo smiles, her opponent is dead.
End Chapter
Wo's Point of View amendment.
This battle has served its purpose, to field test the Abyssal Navy.
She goes over what she learned.
The modern anti-torpedo defenses are better than expected. But, better, less buggy models are due to arrive soon. And there are plans to modify their torpedoes to imp piloted Kaitens, which will give them anti-tech magic, are in the pipeline, she'll notify her Princess that those plans must be accelerated.
The ability to shoot down shells was known, but discounted. Still, the weapons are of limited duration and power, so their effect in a major battle can be ignored. It will mean that the planned small harassing attacks will not cause as much damage as planned. But, the real purpose of those attacks is to give humans the hope of victory, so in the end, the crushing of that hope will be so much more pleasurable. So denying humans that weapon is not necessary.
The humans were using some guided missiles weapons. That could not be allowed. How were they targeting, with no data? Hmmm. Their wakes? That is the only she noticed when she was landing her planes.
So. They can target wakes. Hmm. The ability to deny the humans data can be used to introduce false data. It is harder and takes some intelligence, than simply denying data. The princesses wanted to use that ability themselves, creating illusions to increase their fear and horror. But. With some effort and training even a light cruiser can mask its wake. She does not think that destroyers have the intelligence, but they do not really matter.
She should be able, with practice, project a false image several hundred meters away from her true location, or project additional images of herself. That might be better. Causing the humans to believe that their fleet of Capital Ships are bigger than it is might useful.
She will note it in her After Action report and request that the princesses release that ability for general use.
The sheer amount of human communications surprised her. Her Princess has promised her that they will crack their codes soon and it had amused her to think about reading their mail. However, denying them the ability to communicate strikes her as the better solution. Some form of magic-powered multi-frequency jammer can be developed.
It will, probably, negate their radio communication, as well. However the surface forces can use visual messaging, and she can use telepathy to control her air group. The amount of concentration that takes means she loses situational awareness of her body, but with the proven effectiveness of the anti-tech magic, that is something she will risk, now.
The speed and altitude limits of her air group was known. But, seeing the human planes fly unmolested is more irritating than she expected. New models are in the pipeline, but, still. She will have to modify her planes so she can super-charge them with her magic, that will allow her to temporarily expand their abilities and shot down those high altitude spies and allow her airplanes to go supersonic. Even, she thinks, a low hanging satellite shot downs might be achievable, certainly the princesses will have that power. It will mean the permanent destruction of the imp, which will cause replacement problems.
She will not be able to reconstitute them, they will have to replaced with newly trained imps and new construction, But, she can not allow those high-flying spies to continue and the ease in which their fighters out flew hers will be stopped.
A pity that against Kanmusu planes it would be not useable. The Kanmusu, like her, have the ability to negate that super-charging. Which is why it is not already available.
The effectiveness of the helicopters was worrisome, but plans to increase the AA on all classes are on the table. It will need to be speed up.
The knew about the large air tankers, but seeing them in action, has caused her to increase the priority on their destruction, especially the manufacturing centers. Destroying the major ship building locations was very high on her target list. But now, aircraft manufacturing goes higher. Destroying them before effective defenses are in place is what she will do.
The damage to her air group was more than anticipated. It will mean that the plan to trap the Kanmusu, as they come running to the rescue tomorrow will have to be canceled. Which upon further thought is probably a good idea. Her Princess will want to kill Akagi herself, if she were to do it, Wo shudders at the thought of her Princess's rage.
She will just have to be satisfied with killing the 6 destroyers.
Still, even though she has changed the orders to her remaining assault force and the developing submarine trap, they were not ever meant to kill the 7th Fleet, so.
She radios Ru, telling her to cease the shelling of Guam, that has served its purpose, and to mop up the 7th Fleet this afternoon, not tomorrow as planned.
Ru, her attached light carrier, heavy cruiser division and destroyer screen are more than enough.
They can sink the demoralized and leaderless 7th Fleet, now.
She will enter the floating dock nearby and begin to reconstitute her destroyed damaged air group. It will take the rest of the day and most of tomorrow to rebuild her air group.
She started with 32 each of fighters, dive bombers and torpedo planes. She has 12 torpedo planes left. There only had to fly the gauntlet once, and the surface ships that were firing at them were not very accurate. Only 10 fighters are left. She used up all of her dive bombers.
Then.
She, and her sister who is still working up her air group, will raid Pearl Harbor next as planned. That will start the soul destroying Battle, Siege and Fall of Pearl Harbor, for the US Navy. Then she will have to contact Northern Princess, bribe her with some planes, and borrow some surface forces, to distract the human forces at Washington. They can destroy the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard at Bremerton.
Boeing will be her next target, not San Diego. It needs her attention, and the Princess in charge of destroying the US Navy has already made it known that she wants a long, drawn out, painful and humiliating destruction.
She had wanted to destroy that insult at Alameda, but she can wait. She is not going anywhere.
Wo, in the future called by the US Navy: Mariana Trench Abyssal Fleet fleet carrier Wo-class hull #1 (Flagship), informally Wo #1, the Kanmusu simply name her Wo, the others of her class they will name according to were they were first spotted, smiles.
Her future is full of blood, hate, fear and destruction.
Wonderful things. Delightful things.
End
thank you for reading
Jeff
