Iwo Jima, Japan
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
"Fire!"
Everyone was out of missile war head due to the previous order of their wild super battleship, the only weapon left is their ship-gun.
The struggling scene reminded everyone of how the warship in dreadnought era regularly fought to seize victory; they blazed their opponent with pure ship guns. Many calibers of plasma and varieties of shots were sent flying to Musashi while she was returning fire randomly with her own heavy and light calibers.
Musashi was a very tough battleship to win over; she obliterated some of the destroyers in a single blast The other vessel fought with all they had, but Fusou got unlucky to received critical shot directly to her mental model.
"FUSOU!" A long-white hair adult in her beginning of twenty ages who lashed her hair into two tails on her both shoulders cried. Her open-top-shoulder-long-sleeve black Yukata had slight torn from intense naval battle with the super battleship. Her red eyes carefully scanned her sister for damage occurred.
"As expected from Yamato-class Super battleship, she's on a different league from us." Nagato signed. Her ship was intact, but got dents, bents, and holes on various place.
"Just finish her already, Nagato. I can't hold up any longer." Kongou huffed. She was drained of energy because her endurance was lower than Nagato.
"You're out of gas too fast, Kongou." Hyuuga grinned. Her vessel condition was no better than Nagato, even Kongou's was better.
"Shut up, Hyuuga! I don't want to hear that from someone who let her ship get struck to avoid Klein field overload!" Kongou stated the matter of fact that she exhausted her power so her vessel got little scratched here and there instead of more visible wounds.
"Fusou-onee-sama! Fusou-onee-sama! Are you alright?" Yamashiro shouted.
"I'm alright, Yamashiro-chan. But I'm very embarrass to let anyone see me like this" Fusou meekly replied. This mental model looked like she modeled herself after the concept of Yamato Nadeshiko; A long-black-hair-hime-cut in a pink high-class Kimono which just got burned in specific area. She blushed redder than tomato while she was trying to hide her special place behind her small two hands.
Suddenly, there was a change in Musashi structure.
"Shit! She's using her trump card!" Hyuuga terrified.
"Don't let her fire! Everyone charge!" A war cry belonged to the Nagato flagship.
Musashi began charging her ultimate weapon, super-graviton-cannon, the red spark filled the trembling air. She subconsciously focused solely on charging that she abandoned her defense power for quicker offense.
It was Huge gamble whether she could endure all the damage before fire the ultimate shot or not.
Every ship locked on her and throwing every caliber they got to stop the incoming Doom: 14-inch, 12-inch, 8-inch, 5-inch, etc.
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Then, her weapon reached the critical state.
AND THE DEADLIEST STEAM OF PLASMA, UNLEASHED.
Tokyo, Japan
"I can't believe it works!?" Ryuuhou shouted before she fell, her strength was leaving her, barely able to stand a moment ago was miraculous.
"W-we w-win the bet, but y-y-you're cheating, Ryuu..hou-san, you….shove the last set….to me to…..handle even it's your turn. You nearly get me KILL!" Yamato lied on the ground on her back, panting heavily like she could die any moment from circuit overload.
"I actually hope that, to be honest~" Ryuuhou huff. Her little gleeful voice told that much.
"D-Damn…..y-you"
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The raining was lighter.
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"I just remember something important…..I forgot to ask them about those black monster they called Abyssal." Yamato facepalmed.
"It's hard to believe that you forget something very critical, such commander you are." Ryuuhou criticized.
"Whatever, I will take note on that issue another day. I'm bloody tired!"
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"You're not recovering yet?"
"Yes, I am. Thanks to the person in front of me that I've to be in this depleted state for a little longer at least" Her voice came back, but movement was hard to her.
Ryuuhou stared blankly at her temporary partner; a minute later, she began to emit killing intent. Yamato had an idea what the other might do.
"If you want to kill me, DO IT NOW. Because I won't give you another chance once you miss this." She resigned her fate at the mercy of her red eyes acquaintance. She couldn't use her klein field right now, which meaned she was vulnerable.
Yamato was blown by the remaining 9mm. bullets much to her painful cried. The banging sound mixed with ex-flagship's cry echoed through the alley pleased the shooter very much. She knew Yamato wouldn't die from this so she triggered heartlessly.
"A-A-A-A-A-A-Aw-Awo! At least, give me a pleasant death, please.."
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"I won't let you die that easy, you moron! Now, I've decided, you must atone for your sin. I will make sure of that myself." Ryuuhou crouched down to meet Yamato: eyes with eyes, one side was burning furiously with determination, another was full with prideful challenge.
"Wow! Just after a catastrophe, and you're determine to live already? What happened to the despair girl I saw before?" Yamato chuckled.
Ryuuhou didn't response.
"Well~ It seems our role got reverse now."
When Yamato got no further response, she decided to push herself up painfully.
"If you want to act like my personal warden and make me atone for whatever wrongness I've committed, I'm fine with it. But, more importantly, what do we do now?" Yamato shrugged to the devastated surrounding which as worse as Tokyo at the time of Operation Meetinghouse.
Ryuuhou's attention was on the devastated surrounding mentioned.
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"We have to recollect ourselves somewhere. This view make me sick to think properly."
"You can cross out Iwo Jima now, Musashi will kill me on sight if I dare set foot on the island again" Yamato acted the advisory role. Since she was sure that she was ex-communicate from the fleet, she has no one to rely on, at least Ryuuhou wasn't aggressive against her anymore.
The same situation happened to Ryuuhou: her commander die, and she couldn't side with the Fog or the Human either. Her new kind, the True Fog, had more members like Jintsu, Shigure, Verniy, Yuudachi, Akatsuki. But she only had new-born Yamato here. Her emotion toward Yamato was complicate; rage: for the death of Shouzou, sympathy: for she end up killing her boy friend and was betrayed by her own fleet, dislike:...personally.
"Let's get back to our vessel, nothing is going to change even we remain longer." Ryuuhou walked to the direction of bay.
"Of course, my partner in crime"
Ryuuhou flinched slightly at the last part before continue as if nothing happened.
Even though she said that, but her mind still raced while following Ryuuhou. She couldn't go back to Iwo Jima, but she still could contact someone for the situation there. Which one should she choose?
'Among the high tier? Kongou?
No…
Her old-soldier character is annoying, she is good subordinate but not a good consultant. She executes every order with professionalism but lack creativity.
Nagato?
I've respected her the most, she's elegant, clam, intelligent, etc. Sometimes, I doubt she's a greater leader than me if the fire power isn't counted. However, her mystery is the only exception I don't like. She seems like she plan something all the time which is hard for me to put my trust on her completely.
Ise…Hyuuga…? Forget those Heretic!
Ryuuhou-san is right, I'm unable to think much here'
(Another) Joint tacticla network room, Fleet of Fog
This room wasn't belonged to the Eastern Fleet for sure; the overall scenery was too vastly different. To call it's a room was a mistake, it should be called tiny Pocket Island as the best description.
A quite large confined space with transparent scene, a large wall-less bungalow resided on a white-sand beach with mini-bar and beach chairs, such set up was very suitable for chilling out.
"HA~ Coconut juice is refreshing!" A flax-colour-long-hair lady, who sat on one of the chairs in white two-piece sexy swimsuit happily told her honest opinion, her light blue eyes glanced at the artificial horizon of the room background.
"Aren't you too carefree? At least, please wear something more proper, jess" Another woman sighed, she was too overprotective of the other woman.
"How's thing on your end?" Asked from the long-strawberry-blonde-hair female sitting next to her, who wore pseudo-military uniform; white captain hat, long-sleeve white tunic shirt with dark-brown sailor collar which looks like Japanese student uniform, dark-brown short skirt, black stocking, and brown casual shoes. She added her seriousness in the attire by the golden aiguillette from her left shoulder. She mostly looked identical to the lady in bikini except for the younger youth and alternate hair colour.
"I'm perfectly fine. The title of Hawaii's president I owned is just for show, Iowa is the one who actually manage everything." The flax-colour hair lady stated the matter of fact that her subordinate had done things for her.
"Such Vice President she is, no wonder you seem more and more lazy every time we meet huh, Lady Lex" The young criticized the elder.
"Ah! It's hurt when you just said that, Sister Sara" She faked her sad face.
"Don't play dump, I know you enjoy my teasing~"
Both girls giggled.
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"So, what's the topic of discussion today, Governor of Guam?" Lexington asked with little concern.
"My surveillance fleet report that a Very..Very..Big Chaos has been erupting within the Eastern Fleet, like a Civil War just break out" Saratoga reported.
Lexington frowned.
"Can you investigate it? It's not every day that the Fogs fight among themselves this violently." Lexington requested.
"Do you think their True Fog caused this?"
"I don't know. The US Fog should be the only one to access to our true fog selves, unless someone from the Magic Association of Thule has a part in this. Let me check with Lieselotte and back to you later."
"Anyway, I've plan to visit the warzone. That's my intention. I will not inform their chief of staff so I get the actual truth without facade."
"Please be careful, my sister. If you can't handle the situation, get out immediately."
"No worry. I will request reinforcement from Midway and other territory before going there." Saratoga glanced.
Iwo Jima, Japan
Musashi had been taken down at last. However, the fleet had more things to worry about before they relaxed, it was the fleet's order.
So Nagato must reorganize everything: new vessels to new patrol route, new flagships for each sectors.
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"If we want to run, now is our chance."
"Another question is where should we go?"
"We can think of that later. We must leave now before they completely re-organize their rank; with Yamato-san suddenly got dethrone and missing, we don't know what that Nagato will do to us."
"Don't you think she will be just like our Nagato with different appearance?"
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The ship girl defectors discussed on their next course of action for a while.
Finally, Verniy made her declaration.
"I'll rescue Inazuma and Ikazuchi in Maizuru naval base with my sister, I won't force you to come with us."
"It's best that we stick together, we have higher chance of survival that way." Jintsu, the acting flagship, suggested.
"That's right, let us come with you two." Yuudachi cheered.
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"But will the five of us be enough? Because we get no additional supporter this time." Shigure concerned.
Yes, that was the serious fact! It would be different from the time they raid the Kure base with Yamato which they got strategist support, vehicle support, and field commander.
"I think we'll manage, it's not a raid this time but a kidnapping." Jintsu assured.
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"But we still need to plan before we charge, especially kidnapping mission-" Shigure worried.
As they paid no attention to their surrounding, they didn't notice a Battleship and a Heavy-cruiser closing to their group.
They stopped talking immediately, and paid attention to the new comers in fear of their safety.
An orange hair high school student (heavy cruiser) and a white hair adult (battleship) were looking at them curiously.
A heavy cruiser dressed in a long-sleeve pale-orange school-winter-uniform, which the red bowtie stood out very much, with dark skirt, she wore black stocking and a pair of white sneaker, her long orange hair was done in side-tail style with metal band. Her light blue eyes boosted her bright smile to the finest level of brand new world.
In contrary, the white-hair-red-eyes adult in black Yukata wasn't smiling like her right-hand-man. She was an extreme pessimistic person who showed sad expression as it was her neutral face.
"Who do you plan to kidnap? Shigure-chan, correct~?" Fog Heavy cruiser Mogami asked a question and reconfirm for correct identity in one go, she was amused when mental model-less ship, such as destroyer, light cruiser, just regained mental model from Supreme Flagship wick project. Yamashiro listened solemnly.
"…!..."
Shigure stunned, another girl who she hadn't known just called her like close friend.
"I'm Shigure. But who are you two- wait! I don't want to be rude but I don't actually know you?!"
"Well~ I'm heavy cruiser Mogami, this is battleship Yamashiro-san, my chief." She gave a two-finger salute.
She got a double stunned as this two were part of memorial Nishimura's fleet from the Second World War. She knew ship girl Mogami and Yamashiro, but she didn't know fog Mogami and Yamashiro at all!
While Shigure took in the 2 fog presence, Akatsuki was interrupting.
"Wh-What business do you have with us?"
"I heard you want to kidnap someone from Maizuru, am I right?" Yamashiro asked.
The defector group nodded, they were unsure of which direction this question would lead to.
"My fleet is assigned to patrol near that area, why don't you tag along with us if you worry about the ship girl attack? That way, you could flee in our way for support if your little plan fail...no it will fail for sure. I'm certain."
The group morale dropped to zero in an instant!
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"Sorry for her behavior, she acted like she's a bad omen so all about hers looks negative" Mogami looked shame to admit what Yamashiro is.
"Then, problem on support, solved!" Yuudachi half-hearty confirme1d.
'Jesus…..Will this be alright?' Jintsu start to facepalm.
"We will depart in 20 minutes. Don't be late or else we won't wait for you girls." This was the creepy flagship parting word. Mogami just winked before she followed Yamashiro.
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"Let's start the mission plan, we get little time to waste." Jintsu resumed to her temporary role once more. Several windows of Map regard Maizuru naval base were open, ready for discussion.
Somewhere in Alps mountain range, Switzerland
On the other side of the world, four cars from four nations were racing fiercely downhill.
"Don't you dare mock me! I'm the fastest in the Ocean, there's no way I can't be the fastest on street race!" Fantasque shouted from her black & purple Citroen DS Survolt.
"Ha-Ha-Ha! You idiot Fantasque! Your skill is suck!" Z1 laughed really hard behind the steering wheel of red Audi Le Mans Quattro wide distant away from Fantasque.
"Serves her right" Vampire monotone sounded from near Z1's Audi, which appeared to be golden Jaguar XJ220.
A bit further ahead from the German and English destroyer was a white Maserati MC12. The driver, Libeccio, had been grinning all the way since the start of a match.
"Too naïve, French girl. You've a long way to go if you think you can beat us with your level." An insult from an Italian that staked through the heart .
"What! Why are you all so damn fast!?" A certain French still didn't get the gist of the difference.
"Let me enlighten you, you dump-ass! It's a matter of experience, you're still a beginner compare to us who know our car like our vessel" It was Z1 turn.
"This car look nice, so its' performance must be nice too! Driver is a little factor."
"That's where you're wrong." The three girls answered promptly.
"Wh-" Before Fantasque could argue, the first place was switch when the group make a hair-pin turn.
"Bastard!" The Italian snarled.
"I will make sure to educate you well…to the point that you will become a petrolhead after this!" Said the impending winner of this race, Z1.