Ryanyy, the Spirited
The destroyer speeds towards the Tsu-class. The Abyssal light cruiser turned to face the advancing shipguy, but the destroyer is too fast.
"533mm torpedoes," the destroyer said, "fire!"
Four torpedoes shoot from the twin torpedo tubes and streak through the water, speeding towards the Abyssal. Although they possessed the firepower and various other properties of one, they did not have the size or weight. The turbulent seas quickly sent the torpedoes off course. Two of them breached the surface and porpoise uselessly.
The Tsu-class open's fire with its 5 inch guns, but the tall waves engulfed the shot.
"You'll never beat Ryanyy in a game," the destroyer remarked as he continued closing the distance between himself and the Abyssal, "if this is how you play."
"Quick," a gunship pilot said, "while the Abyssal is distracted."
The Mi-40s fire off a second volley of missiles at the Abyssal, expending their ammunition for the fight. Preoccupied with attacking Ryanyy and too damaged to move quickly, he Tsu-class was unable to evade the missiles. Although two missiles failed to lock, the rest descended upon the Abyssal in a furious barrage.
"Kirov," the pilot said, "we have expended our missiles and our cannon's will barely scratch it. We will be heading back to base. More reinforcements will be sent."
"No need," Kirov replied, "this kid will finish off the Abyssal."
The Tsu-class emerged from the smoke and flame of the missile blasts. The gunships have already retreated, moving away at six hundred kilometres per hour. The new destroyer has vanished. The Tsu-class looked around, but the destroyer was nowhere to be seen.
"Too late," Ryanyy said as he sped by behind the Abyssal.
Before it could even turn around, multiple 533mm torpedoes have already hit it. After the long and intense fight, the Tsu-class is finally destroyed. The torpedoes explosions rip through the Abyssal, multiplying the damage Kirov inflicted earlier. The Tsu-class explodes with such force that nothing was left. Ryanyy circled the area before moving back to Kirov.
"Hey, big bro," he said, "you okay?"
"Eh," Kirov replied, "moderate damage. I have been hit all over and my damage from a previous wasn't repaired either. We better go back. Who are you, by the way?"
"Gnevy-class destroyer, Rynayy," Rynayy replied, "served in the Pacific Fleet until being sunk in the Sea of Japan in weapon tests in the 60's. A rather mediocre service history."
"If you want to change that," Kirov commented, "now's the chance. The bastards that attacked us are Abyssals and they have already decimated shipping and coastal settlements. Obviously, Russia is included. But let us return to Vladivostok for now."
"Going home at last," Ryanyy nodded, "it's been a while."
It took a while before Vladivostok appeared in front of the two Red Fleet ships.
"I am excited to go home," Ryanyy rambled, "it's been so long since 1961. I wonder what Vladivostok would look like now. Maybe they have launch pads for spaceships! We launched the first satellite into space, after all."
"And the first man," Kirov interrupted, "the same year you were sunk. But the point is, Vladivostok is not going to live up to you expectations."
"Huh?" asked Ryanyy, "Why?"
"Just watch," Kirov said casually, "and you will figure out soon enough."
The cruiser and destroyer steamed into Vladivostok. Kirov was secretly glad that the people were gone. It would be embarrassing for the people to see him, with ripped and burnt clothes on top of the damaged rigging. Ryanyy looked around, shocked. The buildings which once dominated the skyline are now nothing but weathered wrecks.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"Abyssals," Kirov replied, "did this to every coastal settlement in the world. Except for Shanghai, apparently."
"This is so sad," Ryanyy put his hands on his hips, until he saw the Stalingrad, "holy shit, what is that?"
"The Stalingrad aircraft carrying ekranoplan," Kirov smiled, "a throwback to the Cold War days when we were the greatest power on Earth."
The duo step onto land and dissipate their rigging, both instinctively doing so. A group of people in navy uniform run over to them.
"How did you go?" asked Marx.
"We sunk those who trespassed upon our territory," Kirov smiled proudly, "a job well done."
"Impressive," Yakubov nodded, "fitting for a Red Fleet ship."
"I am fascinated," Ochakov said, "I look forward to working with you."
Zria pushes the men out of her way, "Good god, you are hurt!"
"Eh?" Kirov tilted his head, "Damaged, yes. Hurt, not really."
Zria frowned, "But…"
Kriov leaned back casually, "Comrade, my humanity is skin deep. Okay, maybe a little deeper, but what I am saying is that the only human about me is my looks. Humans are soft and squishy. We are strong."
"You worry too much, Miss Sotnikov," Yakubov said to Zria, "for these entities of steel."
"Yeah!" Ryanyy crosses his arms indignantly, "We're proud ships of the Soviet Navy."
"Oh?" Ochakov said, "And who would you be?"
Ryanyy grinned, "Gnevy-class destroyer, Ryanyy. Served in the Soviet Pacific Fleet until the year we sent man into space."
"You could have said 1961," Kirov said.
"Eh," Ryanyy scratched his head, "that's boring."
"So, uh," Ochakov asked, "sorry about Vladivostok being in this state."
"You aren't to blame, comrade," Ryanyy comforted the man, "the Abyssals are. I am just going to destroy them all until I sink. Preferably in a battle this time."
"You are taking this pretty well…" Zria cocked her head, "shouldn't you be enraged or furious that Mother Russia has been destroyed at her coasts?"
"Enraged or furious?" Ryanyy leaned forward, "I am not Razyaryonnyy or Razyashchyy. They are the ones you should worry about."
"Okay," Zria said, "wait, what?"
"Exactly what I said," Ryanyy nods, "they are not going to be the kind of shipguys you want to be near."
"Anyway," Zria turns her attention back to Kirov, "aren't you hurting?"
The cruiser looked at her like she was speaking binary, "Hurting?"
"Yeah!" Zria gestured at his ripped clothes and burnt skin, "You know, when your sensory nerves send signals to your brain, which registers it as a highly unpleasant sensation."
Kirov shakes his head slowly. Zria growled angrily and grabbed his hand before walking off towards the Stalingrad.
"Why are you pretending to be strong?" she demanded.
"Pretending?" Kirov said casually, "I was strong since I descended upon Shikotan Island. I sailed back here from Japan, obliterating Abyssals left right and centre."
"I know you feel pain," she suddenly stops in front of Kirov and faces him, "your humanity is skin deep, but you still feel pain. I have seen the shipgirls on Shikotan Island cry before. You may deceive the navy officers, but you can't trick me."
Kirov chuckled, "Do not compare a shipguy of the Soviet Red Fleet to those pitiful shipgirls from that tiny island nation or that obsolete shipgirl from the neighbour under us. I am strong."
"We are strong," Ryanyy says as he catches up, "make no mistake about that. Say, girl, do you want to go on a date with me? There used to be nice bars in Vladivostok."
Kirov grabs him by his ear and lifts his arm.
"Iiiig! Iiiiig!" Ryanyy screeched like a struck PT imp, "I was just joking! I have no interest in older women."
Zria grabbed him by his other ear and pulled as well.
"You look like you're having fun," a fairy said as he flew over to them, "how was the fight?"
"Awesome," Kirov replied, "I took on a fleet of Abyssals and sunk most of them."
"Then I came in and finished off the cruiser," Ryanyy added.
"Another Primal, hmm?" the fairy said, "That's good, because it is going to take a few days for us to get an operational base set up. Kirov, we'd get you repaired, but we haven't gotten the resource generators up and running yet. That'll take us a few days."
He points to Kirov, "Comrade, we will be taking you out of combat for the next few days. Ryanyy, we're counting on you to scout the waters surrounding this place and to direct the Russian air force to attacking Abyssals. And pick up resources."
"You can count on me," Ryanyy said, "but what do you mean by resources?"
"Steel, fuel, ammunition and bauxite," the fairy replied, "they will be scattered out in the sea. Unlike normal steel, they radiate an aura that returned ships like you and Abyssals are sensitive to. They can be used in construction and repairs by us fairies."
"We have all this scrap metal here," Zria points to the ruined buildings of Vladivostok, "can't you use that?"
The fairy frowned, "We can try, but we can't guarantee the results."
He turned to Ryanyy, "Buddy, go out on an expedition and see if you can find any of those resources."
"You can count on me," Ryanyy said.
"I meant now," the fairy said, "Kirov, you come back to the Stalingrad. We'll see if steel stripped from nearby buildings can be used to repair you."
"Now?" complained Ryanyy, "I just got home."
But the destroyer turned and headed back to the water anyway.
"Now," the fairy said, "let's see what regular steel can do."
Working hard to bring Red Fleet Resurrected to the same level as Descendants of the Dragon. And yes, HyperionGM, the new shipguy is Ryanyy. And no, the next two are unlikely to be Razyaryonnyy or Razyashchyy because I am biased against long names I cannot remember.
