Rule 102. After last week's incident, "Mad Scientist Battles" are now strictly forbidden.
South Dakota grinned as she slotted the last component into place. Finally, her grand project was completed. Grabbing a large lever, she thunked it up, causing the dozen massive tesla coils she had built out in the Nevada desert to spark to life.
"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! IT'S ALL MINE! ALL MINE! VICTORY AT LAST!"
The project had started soon after what Naval Base San Diego was calling the "Espresso Incident". South Dakota had taken serious damage in the fight, but not so serious that the US Navy could spare the resources yet to get her back up to full fighting capacity. She had promptly been sidelined, and boredom had quickly set in.
And, as any good Admiral would tell you, a bored shipgirl is a dangerous shipgirl.
To his credit, Admiral Holloway had quickly noticed, and suggested that South Dakota dust off one of the engineering projects she had come up with during her initial training, and she had chosen the tesla coils.
Back in Nevada, a grinning and occasionally giggling South Dakota flipped another switch and turned a knob. The tesla coils adjusted, the lightning now producing a noticeable sound.
Turning to the camera, she grinned even wider. "Your move, girls."
~o~
"Akashi!" Yubari cried out as she burst into the repair ship's workshop. "We need to respond!"
"Oh, agreed," Akashi replied, pulling out a blue piece of paper. "In fact, I've got something in mind."
Yubari glanced at the bluprints, and grinned. "Excellent. We'll show that American not to mess with Japanese engineering."
~o~
Slowly, carefully, Vanguard poured a small amount of hydrogen sulfide into a chilled container holding some dioxygen difluoride.
The resulting explosion was heard for miles.
"It works!" Vanguard whooped, scorched but largely unharmed. "Oh, man, how much energy was that? Man! Okay, we've established that fluorine is awesome, let's try nitrogen next!"
~o~
"You've signed the release waivers, Herr Gunther?" Gneisenau asked as she looked over her plans one last time.
"Yes. If it will allow me to walk again..."
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that," Gneisenau waved off. "Just be ready to fight. Pride of the country and all that."
"I am a soldier, Gneisenau. I will do my duty."
~o~
"Alright, firing in three... two... one... fire!"
Chapayev hastily slipped her flash goggles on as her baby fired, a beam of blue-white light streaking nigh-instantaneously across the tundra to its target, an old reserve T-72. The target was hit, throwing up a huge cloud of steam in its wake.
When the steam cleared, the target was still there. Except now it was a misshapen lump of metal, the turret nowhere to be seen.
"Looks like it works," Admiral Makarov remarked.
"Da."
~o~
"Get back here, you stupid ducks!" Provence shouted as she chased after her ducks of DOOM! "I am your creator! I order you to- ack!"
"Quack!"
~o~
One week later, Midway was the scene of the greatest carnage of Abyssals to this point in the war. The water burned as Vanguard released her chemical concoctions.
~o~
[I'm on fire! Why am I on fire?!]
[Oh God even the water is on fire!]
"Don't be silly, it's too busy exploding to be on fire!"
~o~
Shells plinked uselessly off two separate armored hides.
~o~
"Hahahahahaha! German science is the best in the world!" Gunther shouted as he tore another light cruiser asunder with his bare hands.
"Hey! Killstealer!" Yubari shouted her vintage RX-78 casually punted away a destroyer before pulling out a beam saber. "Stay out of my way, or I might step on you!"
~o~
And from the island itself, twin beams of death prevented anything from getting close.
~o~
South Dakota lounged on the beach of Midway atoll, dressed in a black one-piece with cutouts on the back, sides, and midriff, sunglasses covering her eyes and a glass-bulbed rod in one hand and a pina colada in the other. With a roar, an Abyssal Flagship Ru-class popped up out of the water - and was promptly fried by lightning and white death.
"Nice gun you've got there," South Dakota remarked as her tesla generators sparked.
"Da. Yours is impressive, too," Chapayev added, sipping a vodka and Coke while wearing an orange bikini of her own, her death ray in easy reach.