*Static* Hello, hello? Is this thing recording? *click* OK, great. Heavy cruiser Aoba here, I've been assigned a mission by the Admiral.
But not just ANY mission. Let's delve into the history behind the mission a little; Our Yokosuka naval base recently participated in the International Shipgirl Exchange Program, otherwise known as I.S.E. Program.

Three weeks ago we received our first I.S.E. guest, the American destroyer-escort, Eldridge-san.

The first few days of her stay went without incident, however by the second week, strange things started to happen.
Such as: Kanmusus going missing for hours and reappearing with extreme wear and tear, tearfully throwing themselves at the Admiral, while making outrageous claims such as having not seen the admiral for decades.

Destoyers fearfully clinging to our Admiral, claiming to have witnessed their stuffed dolls somehow animate themselves and form an conga line while chanting in an unknown language in the dead of the night.

Strange glowing, green slime-like substance discovered on the Admiral's desk and an spear made of unknown material, deeply embedded into the wall. It took two battleship-strength girls to pull the spear out.

Battleship Hyuuga even claimed to have spoken to Elvis.
That's just few examples of the mystifying events.

Suspicion naturally fell upon our guest kanmusu, for witnesses observed Eldridge-san within the vicinity of those phenomena.

My mission, as assigned to me by the Admiral, is to use my sleuthing skills as an reporter, to follow Eldridge-san around for a day and record her activities.

For this mission, I, Aoba, brought along my Walkman audio recorder to record my observations.

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0602 hours: Aoba here! I'm on the outskirts of Yokosuka, in the warehouse district. I've managed to follow Eldridge-san to warehouse number thirteen.

0621 hours: I've snuck into the building without making too much noise and situated myself behind this crate with the swastika sign all over it. I have a clear view of Eldridge-san.

0637 hours: Eldridge-san is just standing there motionless... has been there for least twenty minutes. Wait. *tapping noises* Eldridge just started to tap on the floor.

0700 hours: *tapping noises* Eldridge-san has moved to the walls. The tapping is rather measured and orderly.

0740 hours: *tapping noses in background* My radio communications fairy just stumbled out and handed me a piece of paper then promptly resigned. Turns out Eldridge-san was tapping her own name over and over again in morse code. Fairy said the tapping drove her mad.

0823 hours: Eldridge-san seems to have ceased the morse code tapping... *fleshy tearing and popping sounds* OH MY GOD! Eldridge just tore her own arm out! She has this disgusting, perverted grin upon her face!

0839 hours: I don't know how she managed to tear her other arm out! She reattached them, but to the wrong sides! She even turned her head 180 degrees!

0904 hours: Eldridge just projectile vomited! Her vomit landed near me. It looks... purplish.

0910 hours: The vomit... somehow is animated. It's moving closer to me. I dare not to move or panic lest I compromise my mission.

0915 hours: It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer! It's moving closer!

0931 hours: Vomit made contact with my leg. It somehow spoke in my head and claims it's name is Earl and it comes in peace. I'm suspicious.

0945 hours: Eldridge just PASSED through a wall! And solid objects too, what is she? Earl commented Eldridge has the ability to phase though things. Okay, I have an intelligent vomit.

1014 hours: I don't believe this. Eldridge-san somehow invited an entity into this warehouse. The thing is ENORMOUS. Butt-ugly too! The thing can only fit what seems to be it's face. Ugh those tentacles! I don't know where the rest of the entity is. Earl made an comment about the entity being one of the "Great Old Ones." Whatever that means?

1023 hours: Eldridge-san is serving tea to the entity...? Also, Earl has bonded to my leg. I cannot shake it off.

1033 hours: They seem to be holding an recital of some sort? *Deep echoing voice cuts in* Mglw'nafh fhtagn Ph'nglui mglw'nafh wgah'nagl fhtag L'hul CTHULHU!

1034 hours: Eldridge-san just stood up and clapped her hands wildly and praised the entity, proclaiming, I quote, 'Most perfect rendition of Shakespeare's King Lear, Lord Cthulhu!'

1106 hours: Entity has vanished to where, I do not know. Earl just informed me, Cthulhu returned to his slumber in the lost city of Ry'leh. Wherever that is.

1139 hours: Uh... my entire surroundings- no, the entire warehouse somehow... shifted to an outside setting. Or perhaps it was just me?

1208 hours: I have no clue where I am. I'm surrounded by ruins of some kind. It's apparently night time, but I cannot recognize any of the stars. Earl raised the possibility we're currently on another planet.

1217 hours: I see Eldridge-san! I'm following her.

1221 hours: Eldridge keeps pushing deeper into the ruins. I cannot identify the ruins at all. Earl stated they are of some kind of alien civilization.

1238 hours: I've arrived in some kind of clearing. Eldridge-san is standing in front of some kind of rock formation. It looks like an misshapen wheel."

1240 hours: Eldridge-san is verbally communicating to the rock formation...?

1241 hours: The rock formation responded?! The center of the misshapen wheel just flickered on?! It's like watching a really old television?! I'm holding out the mic to record their conversation.

1242 hours: Yo, mister Guardian of Forever! *deep mechanical voice* Eldridge, you have come once again. Yep, mister G! I wanna timeskip! I remind you, it is not advisable to 'play' around with the time/space continuum. Aw, mister G, I won't break anything... too serious this time! ... Which time period do you wish? Earth, November 5th, 1913!

1244 hours: The so-called Guardian of Forever seems to be rewinding through events I remember, some I don't.

1245 hours: Guardian of Forever stopped rewinding... Eldridge-san just JUMPED into the image. I cannot see her exiting the other side of the formation... wait for meeeeeeee!

*Static*

...

The Admiral stared at the ancient-looking Walkman recorder on his desk. "You're absolutely certain, Yuubari?"

Green haired cruiser Yuubari nodded. "Without any doubt. Every test I ran, came back with the same result. It is without any question, Aoba's and over a hundred years old."

"That's... impossible. Aoba only went missing three days ago." The incredulous Admiral denied.

Yuubari slid over an DVD, "I've copied the contents and cleaned out the static. You'll want to listen to it, the contents are pretty disturbing." The experimental cruiser continued, "I was pretty surprised myself when the destroyers brought the Walkman to me after they found it behind a wood paneling at the old dormitory. At first I thought it was twenty years old, but after seeing the manufacture date on it..."

The Admiral picked the DVD and pocketed it. "I'll listen to it tonight. Dismissed." After Yuubari left, the Admiral leaned back in his chair and happened to glance at the photo on his desk.

The Admiral snatched the picture! "No... that's not possible..." In the picture, was the Admiral in his younger days, with his wife, his mother, his grandmother, and his great-grandmother. The Admiral's eyes were locked on his great-grandmother, which looked suspiciously like Aoba.

Elsewhere, a certain time and space bending destroyer-escort cackled. "I looooove messing with the time/space continuum!"