This is another short for the "shipgirls in the 1940s changing history" theme at the Kantai Collections, Fanfic Ideas and Recs chat line at SpaceBattles. Again, this follows one of sasahara17's shorts in that theme, entry #32471, which was inspired by the works of the dōjinshi artist Ido (Teketeke), whose work can be seen at Danbooru; sasahara17's story was directly inspired by the last panel in Ido-sensei's entry at post #2941140. In that short, Gángut and her comrades came back in time, deposed Iósif Stálin and moved to make a less-corrupt version of communism work in the Soviet Union. Celebrating same with spoils they found in the Kremlin, they are then confronted by Vérnyj (Hibiki), who clearly did NOT like the idea of such decadence being demonstrated by her former fleet mates.
Of course, when Yonaga got wind of things...
Moskvá, the Moskóvskij Kreml' (the Kremlin)...
"Hibiki-san..."
The silver-haired second of the Akatsuki-class froze as her face turned as pale as a ghost when that certain cold voice washed over her, making her slowly turn before she looked up into the face of the seventh carrier of Operation Z, who had a VERY displeased look on her face. "Y-y-Yonaga-s-s-san...!" Vérnyj sputtered as she felt herself shift back into Hibiki. "Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" she demanded as the Soviet shipgirls gaped in confusion at this very large intruder.
A smirk, half-cruel and half-condensation, crossed the face of Japan's largest aircraft carrier. "Thanks to Rossíja-san, I learned of your coming here to 'keep the Revolution alive'." Here, she nodded to the silver-haired, blue-eyed second of the Sojúz-class large battleships who had escorted her over from Vladivostók, who had manifested with her sisters despite their old hulls being still quite incomplete in this time period. Much to the surprise of the Soviet shipgirls who had served in this time period, Sojúz and her sisters had elected to keep their post-1991 names. "While your resignation from Tennō's service was properly executed, you DISAPPEARED without even telling your SISTERS where you were going! That made Inazuma-san CRY!" As Vérnyj/Hibiki gasped on hearing that accusation, Yonaga's glare turned into something that could melt uranium. "She thought the worst had happened to you! It was by the grace of the Kami that Rossíja-san was in Yokosuka at the time and told me of your emigration! Much that I understand your strong beliefs in socialism and your desire to help 'do it right' in this time period, your loyalty to FAMILY should ALWAYS come first!"
Hearing that, all the Soviet destroyers present glared in disgusted shock at the silver-haired ex-Japanese destroyer, outraged that this one had actually done THAT to her own sisters, who had helped mediate peace between the reformed Empire of Japan and the United States of America. Given how much trade had actually picked up with the Amerikántsy to help the Soviet Union recover from the ravages of the Great Patriotic War — especially in the Ukraine — it had been a very good thing.
"I...!" the silver-haired destroyer hissed as her blue eyes came awash in tears, then she pointed accusingly at the fifth of the Yamato-class. "It weighs on my karma as much as all those decades you were trapped in Sano-wan weighs on YOURS, Yonaga-san!" she barked out, causing the carrier's gaze to soften as a touch of admiration flashed across her face. "Just as much as this time marks my comrades here! Da, if I hurt the others, that's wrong...but you have no right to judge me...!"
Yonaga blinked as Hibiki began to sob, instantly earning her a warm hug from Gángut as many of the Soviet shipgirls in the room found themselves gazing in sympathy at how much their Japanese-born comrade still suffered because of her history in her first life as a war prize turned over to the Soviet Union after VJ-Day. Seeing this, the fifth of the Yamato-class shook her head. "Hibiki-san, when I travelled on the Transsíb here, I saw that your comrades have gone out of their way to remove Stálin's fools and burn away the corruption that has haunted the system here ever since Lénin died, doing their best to make things truly equal as they think it proper. Yes, this party was a little excessive...!"
"A 'little' excessive?" Rossíja quietly coughed into her fist, keeping her voice as low as possible.
The carrier's eyebrow twitched; she overheard that. "But given how much work they've poured in to allow ALL in this long-suffering land to advance according to abilities, will and talent, they're entitled to celebrate every once in a while to savour their victory against the corruption, much less Stálin's insane paranoia! Besides, they went out of their way to share all the spoils they found here with all the staff who worked in this castle! Is that not being true to the proletariat?!"
Hibiki gargled, then she collapsed in Gángut's arms. Yonaga sighed before she reached down to lift the destroyer into her arms, then she properly bowed to the shipgirls there. "If you'll excuse me, my friends, I'm taking her back to Yokosuka so she can properly apologize to her sisters for her lack of self-control, then take her to America..."
"Why there?!" Gángut asked.
"I found a beautiful place to rest and meditate that might do Hibiki-san a little good, Gángut-san," Yonaga stated. "It's within the mountains of the Diné homeland in Arizona. I'll teach her proper self-control before she's allowed back here."
"Not zalív Sanó?"
Yonaga's eyebrow arched. "Banishing to Siberia, Gángut-san?"
The Soviet shipgirls all gazed at her, then they shuddered...
Fin...For Now
The joke here is this: In Ido-sensei's work where Gángut and Vérnyj discuss what is truly "proletarian" and what is "bourgeois", the old silver-haired dreadnought wins over "Comrade Tiny One" by sharing everything she finds with the destroyer, thus sharing is proletarian.
Translations: Transsíb — Short for Transsibírikaja Magistrál' (the Trans-Siberian Railway); Diné — Native name of the Navajo; zalív Sanó — Sano Bay (AKA Sano-wan), this was the small glacier-lined cove in the eastern end of Siberia where THG Yonaga was trapped in for years as explained in The Seventh Carrier.
