Whispers of Saturn
Chapter 14: Of Pride and Power
''Nn...?''
Maya's eyes cracked open, a groggy groan passing her lips as she stirred back to consciousness. Her mind was thick and hazy, sleep stubbornly clouding her mind until sat up; the movement helping stir her awake. She was in the hospital, that much was apparent to her sluggish mind.
It took the white-haired cruiser a few moments to remember what had happened earlier, alertness flooding her as her mind filled in the gaps. Of being confronted by Atago and cut down with ease, of being dragged to the hospital by Takao, and of being given some drug by Vestal that helped numb the pain and let her pass out into blissful unconsciousness.
Her golden eyes flickered over to the window, idly noting it was dark outside. A glance at the bedside clock told her it was just past eight o'clock. That meant she'd been out for a good few hours; a fact confirmed when her stomach gave a gentle twitch, reminding her she hadn't eaten since her small breakfast.
Just as she was about to throw off her thin covers she heard approaching footsteps outside her door, murmured voices barely penetrating the thin door. She recognised one as Takao, and just as she was about to call out – the door clicked open.
''...and she should make a full recovery within- ah, she's awake.'' Vestal cut herself off, a smile gracing her tired visage as she laid eyes on the white-haired cruiser. ''How are you feeling, Miss Maya?''
''...better.'' Maya responded after a moment of self-examination. Most her wounds were gone, and those that weren't were bandaged up – specifically a tight string of bandages around her abdomen.
''Good. Assuming you heal up well, you should be out by tomorrow morning. I'd like to keep you here overnight to prevent the risk of internal bleeding or blood clots, if that's alright.'' Vestal smiled genially.
Maya nodded slowly, her mind returning to how she got these wounds. ''...what happened to Atago?''
''...she escaped.'' Takao uttered grimly.
''What about the bodies?'' Maya solemnly turned her gaze towards the windows. She wondered how the others reacted, seeing the Fletcher-class dangling from the tree like morbid dolls...
''...bodies?''
Maya blinked, swivelling her gaze back towards her taller sister. ''The Fletcher-class? You saw them, didn't you?''
Takao eyed her with concern. ''I'm not sure what you speak of... Fletcher and her sisters are fine.''
''Fine?'' Maya's mood was quick to sour, a mixture of forgotten anger and biting sorrow rumbling from her heart. ''They're dead. That's not fine, Takao!''
Vestal stepped forth. ''...please explain, Maya. Perhaps we've just overlooked something.''
The white-haired cruiser took her advice. ''The cherry blossom, in the training ground. Fletcher, Aulick, Thatcher... all of them were there. Hanging from nooses; Atago claimed they killed themselves.''
''That's impossible.'' Vestal shook her head. ''Numerous members of the Sakura Empire combed through the building and surrounding area. If they were hanging there, someone would've seen.''
Maya stared at the two in disbelief. ''You can't be serious – I know what I saw!''
''Maya...'' Takao said softly, reaching out a hand.
Something bubbled in her chest and Maya snarled, batting the hand aside. ''I know what I saw! Atago killed them!''
''She's delusional.'' Vestal murmured, more to herself than either of them. ''Maya... did Atago at any point say what her Gift was? Was her blade coated in some kind of poison? Anything?''
Maya knew Vestal was trying to be the voice of reason. She knew that. But the mere insinuation that she was lying, that she hadn't seen the Fletcher-class hanging from a tree dead... it set off a wild fire in her veins, zapping through like not unlike electricity. She clenched a fist and unintentionally dented the frame of the hospital bed, the sharp groan of rending metal helping snap her from her sudden bout of rage.
''...let's all just calm down...'' Vestal stated with a note of wariness and backed up a step, sending a jolt of guilt through Maya. She hadn't...
''Yes...'' Takao nodded slowly. ''I will personally go check the training building again, Maya. In the meantime you should rest.''
''Others have been wanting to check on you as well.'' Vestal informed. ''I could let them know you're open to company, if you believe yourself calm enough.''
Maya twitched, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Slowly the foreign rage abated. ''Yeah... yeah, send 'em in. Just give me a few minutes.''
The medic nodded and gladly departed the hospital room. Takao lingered for a long moment, clearly wanting to say something before dropping it, spinning on her heel and leaving with rare haste. Maya felt the guilt in her stomach grow, flopping back on her bed and sighing.
'I know what I saw...'
…
Out in the hallway Takao sighed, one hand coming up to nurse her forehead.
She wanted to believe Maya. She really did. But she had personally scouted the place out along with several of her companions; nothing was there. No Atago, and certainly no dead Fletcher-class girls. Given how prominent the cherry blossom was, it would've been impossible to miss it. The fact that Shigure had leapt amongst the branches and not seen anything amiss was particularly telling.
However she had promised her sister she would check it out, and so she would. Even though she wouldn't be watched she would be sure to do a thorough check; if not for her sake, then for Maya's. Her sister deserved that much, especially after nearly getting cut in half by her own big sister.
Shaking her head, Takao was about to stroll down the hall – when her eyes landed on a familiar face. ''Ah, Aulick-san!''
The aforementioned Destroyer paused, glancing back at Takao with innocent surprise. ''Takao-san? Is there something you need?''
''Yes, I'm afraid.'' Takao bobbed her head, striding over towards the shorter girl. ''If it isn't trouble, could you pay my sister Maya a visit? She's under the impression that you and your sisters are deceased.''
Aulick blinked up at her. ''Huh? But I'm fine...''
''Yes. Myself and Vestal believe Atago might've done something to her, during their fight. A poison or something akin to that.''
''Ohh.'' Aulick made an understanding sound, hefting up her stack of carefully-balanced boxes. ''Um... well, I'm supposed to be taking these things to Washington-san...''
Takao sighed. ''Understood... then please, when you have the time, drop by her room. It's 3C. Even if only just to poke your head in and tell her you're alive; that's all I ask.''
''Got it~!'' Aulick cheerfully nodded, setting off to her previous destination.
Takao watched the Destroyer hop away, spending a brief moment to compose herself before walking away too. If nothing else, she knew for certain Aulick wasn't dead.
Whatever Atago did to Maya... she would be sure to fix it. Her duty as their elder sister compelled her to.
X-x-X
Arizona's footsteps tapped rhythmically against the smooth hospital flooring, the repetitive sound ringing in her ears amidst the silence.
The first recon group was in the process of returning, the small fleets all coming back empty-handed, from what she heard. A few came to her with bruises or the occasional bite mark from a wild animal, but outside of that they were unharmed – a simultaneous relief and disappointment to Arizona. Relief because they weren't hurt, and disappointment that they had no leads on Roon's location.
''Haah...'' The Battleship sighed, one hand coming up to nurse her head. She was getting another headache again.
At her unspoken command her palm glowed blue – before a luminescent water emerged from her empty palm, spreading over her forehead and sapping away the pain in seconds. [Angel Tears], her newfound Gift. Amidst the panic of trying to save Dorsetshire it emerged, helping take away the cruiser's agony and allowed Vestal to mend the worst of the damage without Dorsetshire struggling. While it still paled in comparison to Vestal's own healing abilities, it helped numb pain and slowly heal up wounds; though Vestal encouraged her to keep practising it so she could make it stronger and use it better. Practice made perfect, after all.
After a minute she 'pulled' the water back into her palm and stopped controlling it, allowing her power to fade away. Her headache was gone, though she knew from experience that it'd only be for an hour or so. Namely because she'd done that twice today already, numbing her headache instead of actually treating it.
Shaking her head Arizona lowered her hand and continued on her rounds – though her rounds largely consisted of only a few people, since most of the hospital was now empty. Cleveland was still in for observation but should be leaving shortly, though apparently Vestal wouldn't be healing her arm; but instead was getting a prosthetic fitted for her. An odd choice, but she trusted the Repair Ship's wisdom. She clearly knew best.
As a familiar door came into sight Arizona perked up, her steps instinctively quickening as she neared it. Her delicate fingers curled around the handle and she pushed the door open, casting a gaze around the room until her eyes landed on a certain brunette, laid flat on her back. Asleep.
''Phew...'' Arizona breathed a sigh of relief.
Dorsetshire had yet to wake up from her post-battle coma, though Vestal had assured she likely would wake soon. Arizona was personally worried about how she would react when she woke up; even from halfway across the hospital, Arizona had heard the venom-filled barks from Dorsetshire as she demolished Ajax, coming so very close to killing her sister's murderer. Only for it to be stolen away by Atago at the last possible moment.
With a pitying sigh Arizona clicked the door shut behind her, strolling up to the brunette's side. Her heart-rate was fine, her blood pressure was getting back to normal... she was doing fine. She probably wouldn't be walking until tomorrow, even with Vestal's immense healing capabilities, but Arizona had no doubt she'd try and hunt down Ajax the moment she woke up. Even if it meant crawling there.
''Mn...'' Arizona's eyes softened, laying a lithe hand on Dorsetshire's cheek. She looked so peaceful like this, so unburdened. She didn't know much about the woman before Norfolk died, but from what she heard she was a bright, happy woman who went out of her way to make Norfolk happy.
She wondered if she'd ever become that woman again, one day.
Slowly Arizona lifted her hand off, taking a long moment to savour Dorsetshire's peaceful expression. Just as she was about to turn away however she caught sight of a light twitch, watching as Dorsetshire slowly roused back to consciousness. After only a few seconds her eyelids fluttered open, a reflexive groan slipping past her lips.
''Ugh...'' Dorsetshire winced as she shifted, blinking slowly. ''Where...?''
''Please try not to move, Dorsetshire.'' Arizona spoke up softly, pre-emptively laying a hand on the brunette's shoulder.
''Arizona...? I...''
''Your spinal cord was severed by Atago during your battle with Ajax.'' The Battleship helped fill in the blanks, watching as wide-eyed realisation flooded the cruiser's face. ''Vestal healed the worst of it, but it's still shaky. She wants to keep you here for a couple days until it's fully healed.''
Dorsetshire stared up at her with something akin to desperation. ''Ajax...?''
Arizona shook head head. ''Gone. Along with Atago.''
''...tch...'' The tall woman grit her teeth and clenched her fists, the metal bed frame crumpling beneath her fingers.
''...if it's any consolidation, recon groups are out and looking for them.'' Arizona informed gently. ''The first set has just returned; the second set is already in the field and the third group should be leaving by early morning.''
Dorsetshire's eyes immediately sharpened. ''I'm going.''
''Your spine-''
''I'm going!'' The brunette swiftly snapped back, deliberately leaning up on her bed – only to wince deeply, pain filling her gaze. ''I'm... I'm going...''
Arizona stared pityingly at the tall brunette. ''You need to rest, Dorsetshire. If you go into battle like that you'll snap your own spine the moment you fire your guns.''
''Then I won't use them.''
''And what if you need to?''
''Then I'll fire them, even if it kills me.''
Arizona frowned. ''I can't let you do that, Dorsetshire. Just wait a few days.''
''Ajax will be gone by then.'' Dorsetshire bitterly shot back, reluctantly easing back down onto the bed. ''She'll probably kill a bunch of others too.''
''Have some faith. We're all strong.''
''Not strong enough.'' The cruiser cynically bit back.
Arizona sighed. Reasoning was getting her nowhere. That left bargaining.
''...how about this then. You wait one day-'' Arizona held up a single finger, cutting Dorsetshire's protests off. ''-one day. Just one. And the two of us can join up with the fourth recon group.''
The brunette stared at her for a long minute, conflict in her eyes. Then she sighed.
''...fine...'' Dorsetshire begrudgingly agreed, relaxing back against the bed.
Arizona smiled softly. She slid a hand down and gently grasped Dorsetshire's, soothingly running her thumb along the back of the cruiser's hand. The brunette stared at her expressionlessly, a wisp of confusion swirling in her blue eyes. Arizona simply smiled back unfalteringly, silently letting the cruiser know she was there. That she wasn't alone in this.
Faint pink dusted Dorsetshire's cheeks, and her gaze slid off to the side. ''...don't you have work to do?''
''Not for a bit.'' Arizona responded lightly, releasing her hand. ''Do you need anything? Food, water?''
''...tea, if that's alright...''
''On it~''
X-x-X
''Mn... we may as well stop here for the night...''
Enterprise yawned in agreement with Essex's suggestion, dismissing her rigging with a thought.
The night sky loomed heavily overhead, the forest around them barely illuminated by the stars overhead. The two of them were paired up with Zuikaku and Shoukaku, the four of them acting as the rear guard to the recon group. Destroyers and Cruisers were checking the area up ahead, combing through the forest intensely while they scanned from above.
Though given that Zuikaku had caught some z's earlier, she and Shoukaku had offered to keep looking while they rested. It was going to be a long night, after all. Sleep schedules were to be expected.
Enterprise grunted softly as she knelt down, putting her back up against a wide oak tree. Essex sat down by her side, unsaddling the small backpack she had brought along with them to carry their stuff – food, water, blanket, so on. From within it she withdrew the oversized blanket, black in colour and thick enough to keep them warm while they caught a few hours of sleep. Given how dark it was however she was struggling, straining her eyes to see where the latches keeping it bundled up were.
''Here... let me...'' Enterprise murmured and held out her palm, summoning a small ball of [Starlight] – helping illuminate the nearby area, bathing the surrounding forest in a silver glow.
''Thanks...'' Essex replied, rolling the blanket over and finally getting the last latch off, causing the thick blanket to spill open. ''Heh... must be handy, being able to light up the dark and all.''
''Mm.'' Enterprise's lips curled up into a half-hearted smile. ''Wait until the Destroyers find out. Soon they'll be asking me to make them night-lights and all.''
Essex huffed in amusement, gazing down at the blanket. ''...makes me a bit jealous, y'know? We've sparred half a dozen times and I haven't unlocked my own Gift yet.''
''It'll come when it's needed.'' Enterprise replied, giving her kouhai a gentle nudge. ''I didn't get mine until I thought Aulick was going to die. You just need the right push is all.''
''Yeah, but what if it comes too late?'' Essex eyes didn't leave the blanket, gaining a distant look to them.
The silver-haired woman hummed softly in reply, acknowledging that point. There was a real threat of death with Roon as their enemy. This wasn't the Sirens, who were powerful but ultimately 'an enemy force'. The Sirens were an army of relatively weak ships with a small handfuls of terrifyingly powerful masters.
But Roon? She was just one woman, yet wielded power equal to one of those Siren masters. She didn't toy around or 'experiment'. She walked onto the battlefield, and then walked back out the hellscape she left behind. A single second of hesitation when facing her would result in death.
'...I wonder...' Enterprise suddenly got an idea, closing her eyes as she mentally 'reached out', focusing on the whispers that forever seemed ingrained into her mind. 'Helios...'
No words came in reply, but the indescribable feeling of attention slowly shifted towards her, as if in acknowledgement.
'Can I give Essex my power too? Share it?'
For a moment, silence. Then a general, rumbling feel of approval filled her mind.
Enterprise opened her eyes, and smiled. ''You want power too, Essex?''
''Yeah... why, you got an idea?''
''Mm. Give me your hand.''
With a look of curiosity Essex did, offering her right hand. Enterprise clasped in her own hands and brought it close to her chest, her eyes closing as she focused. Helios' presence crept into her mind and she felt the deity guide the process, her heart burning with a distinctly cold pain. Her instincts told her what to do and she obeyed, peering into Essex – looking past the warmth of her skin, the feel of her hands, the sound of her gentle breathing.
She stared past it all, and in her mind she found herself gazing upon Essex's core – her Wisdom Cube. The blue cuboid floated in the darkness of her mind's eye, glowing with a brightness that failed to illuminate its esoteric surroundings. She mentally reached out to it, a feeling of indescribable awe swirling inside her as she gazed upon her kouhai's very soul.
Her mental grip gently encircled the cuboid, and with only a split-second of hesitation – she pushed.
''Haah-!'' Essex gasped sharply and tried to yank her hand back on reflex, but Enterprise held firm – her expression tight as white-hot pain and ice-cold agony ripped through her chest, making it impossible to breathe even if she tried.
She kept 'pushing' even as her lungs burned for air, the ripping pain growing stronger and stronger – until it abruptly stopped, instead replaced by a chillingly hollow feeling, like she had a hole in her chest. Helios withdrew from her mind and Enterprise cracked her eyes open, meeting Essex's equally hesitant gaze.
''Did...'' Essex licked her suddenly-dry lips. ''...did it work?''
Enterprise raised her hand, willing an orb of [Starlight] to appear. ''Think about how much you want to protect something, and imagine a ball in your hand.''
''Protect...'' Essex lifted her hand up – and to her utter disbelief, an orb of [Starlight] appeared in her own hand too. ''Y-You...?''
Enterprise smiled warmly. ''Now you're not powerless anymore, eh?''
The orb of light disappeared from Essex's palm, and in a heartbeat the shorter woman threw her arms around her. Enterprise yelped in surprise and was knocked onto her back, her cheeks flushing red as Essex buried her head into the crook of her neck; hot breath brushing against her ear.
''T-Thank you...'' Essex's voice came out as nary more than a whisper, yet filled with such undeniable gratitude it made Enterprise smile.
She snaked her arms around Essex's frame, curving them up until she was cupping her kouhai's cheeks. With a light tug she pulled her head back until they were face-to-face, the silence of the forest seeming all the more deafening when their breathing was the only sound around them. Soft purple met warm orange. They were so close their noses were practically touching.
Enterprise ran her thumb down Essex's cheek. That proved to be the final straw for the blue-haired carrier, and in an instant their lips met in an abrupt, but not unwelcome kiss. It was deep and passionate, both dragging it out for as long as they could – only breaking apart when their lungs burned for oxygen, a mutual gasp punctuating the end of the kiss.
''I-I...'' Essex tried to speak but Enterprise swiftly cut her off.
''Ssh...'' The taller woman hushed, smiling softly. ''I understand.''
The simple words visibly invoked immense relief within Essex, her shoulders loosening. Enterprise chuckled softly and pulled her back into a hug, savouring the warmth of their bodies together. There was something so enamouring about just being able to hold her, to take comfort in the knowledge her feelings were mutual. She could talk about them more in the morning.
For now though, she needed sleep... and Essex proved to be a good hot water bottle.
X-x-X
Maya was bored.
Being stuck in a hospital room with nothing to read but a few weeks-old magazines would do that to you.
Vestal was adamant about keeping her in observation until her wounds were fully healed; making sure that she would be fully combat-capable the moment she stepped out the hospital. Takao had dropped by to fill her in that nothing was found, but Maya didn't believe her. She knew what she saw – Atago must've just hidden the bodies after they left. That was the only explanation she would accept.
Knock-Knock-Knock~
'Another visitor?' Maya pondered idly. She'd gotten a few already. ''Come in.''
The door clicked open, a familiar head of grey hair poking inside; dog ears twitching. Yuudachi.
''Yo~!'' Yuudachi grinned wolfishly in greeting, hopping inside.
A slight smile curled at Maya's lips. Yuudachi was a special case – an eager but thick-headed girl who thought of only three things; battle, food, and sleep. Preferably in that order. The two of them shared something akin to a teacher-student bond, largely stemming from Maya's attempts to train the Destroyers in hand-to-hand combat. One couldn't rely on their weapons all the time, after all; doubly so after the recent... incidents.
''Hey.'' Maya greeted lightly, eyeing the paper bag Yuudachi carried inside. ''What that?''
''Meat buns~! You want one?!''
''Of course it is... sure, why not...''
Yuudachi grinned and offered her one. Only when the smell hit her did Maya realise how hungry she was, wasting no time in devouring the delicious snack in almost the same time as Yuudachi did... though given Yuudachi's nature, she more than likely ate it quick so as to not 'lose'. She had a bad habit of seeing anything as a challenge.
Not even a few seconds after finishing her meat bun Yuudachi promptly pulled out a second one from the back, wolfing it down like the dog she was. Maya's lips quirked up at the amusing sight, watching the dog-girl's ears twitch happily as she devoured the meat. It was a small mercy that she burned off as much energy as she gained; otherwise Maya would have to double her training regime.
'Training...' The smile slipped from her lips at the reminder, her gaze wandering over to the window.
Yuudachi was quick to notice her sudden mood swing. ''Mm? You okay?''
''Ah? Yeah... I guess.'' Maya tried to shrug it off, but Yuudachi kept staring at her – a intense look of scrutiny of her face, though that made her seem more cute than intimidating. ''...not really.''
''Then tell me~!'' Yuudachi heatedly replied, hopping close to her bedside – dog tail waggling with animalistic eagerness.
Maya mulled it over in her head, unwilling to ruin Yuudachi's chipper mood... yet desperately yearning for someone to believe her.
''...during my fight with Atago, she showed me something.'' Maya tried to be ambiguous, but was unable to hide her distress – making Yuudachi's eager smile falter. ''...she showed Fletcher and her sisters dead, hanging from the cherry blossom... Takao went and checked, but she said nothing was there...''
''Maya-senpai...'' Yuudachi eyed her with concern.
''I know what I saw.'' Maya stated clearly, repeating it like a morbid mantra. ''I... I need to see it myself. But Vestal won't let me out...''
A plan slowly crafted itself in her mind, her golden eyes meeting Yuudachi's deep red ones. ''...can you help me?''
For a moment, Yuudachi stared. Then she grinned – hand jutting up in an eager salute. ''Aye!''
Maya smiled faintly. ''Thank you, Yuudachi... though how we'll get past the patrols, I don't know.''
To her surprise, the Destroyer merely puffed her chest out. ''Heh, I've already got a plan!''
''You do?''
''Mm! I just thought of it!''
Yuudachi pointed up... and as Maya tilted her head back, she found herself staring up at the ventilation hatch.
''You're kidding.''
''Nah, it'll work! I've crawled through there a dozen times!''
''Somehow that doesn't make me feel any more confident...''
Yuudachi puffed her cheeks out, wrapping up her bag of meat buns and tying it to her skirt – wasting no time in grabbing a nearby wheeled-table with an inactive machine on it. With a grunt of effort she wheeled it under the ventilation shaft and stepped atop it, balancing carefully on the heavy machinery and sticking her sharp nail into the screw, slowly unscrewing the bolt holding it in place.
Maya watched in dumb disbelief as Yuudachi swiftly undid the four bolts holding the vent grate in place – before with a clank it came loose, allowing Yuudachi to pull it off and hand it down to the spectating cruiser, who laid it down on the bedside table. Yuudachi looked back at her with a grin born of cocky pride, and more than a hint of anticipation.
''I'm... impressed?'' Maya offered hesitantly.
Despite how hesitant it was, Yuudachi brightened immensely at the half-hearted praise. ''See, I told you! Now c'mon in before someone finds us!''
Shaking her head in bemusement Maya obliged, swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and carefully balancing herself on the mobile table; wincing when it squeaked under their combined weight. Yuudachi fixed that by clambering through the small ventilation hatch, grunting softly as she weaselled her way inside; briefly flailing her legs before she managed to get her hips in.
Maya dubiously followed, stepping up onto the inactive machine and laying her hands on the rusted edges of the hatch. It was small, but not impossibly so – a fact proven when she hesitantly pushed her upper body inside, having to curl her shoulders inwards to fit them inside. She clawed her hands inside and pushed forth, grimacing at the foul, dusty air that lazily drifted through the vent. It was stiflingly dark, the only light coming from other ventilation hatches further down the line; nothing but cobweb-clad pipes and exposed wires meeting her gaze.
''Just follow me.'' Yuudachi whispered conspiratorially to her, crawling up ahead.
With a grunt Maya obeyed, wiggling her hips inside and following after her kouhai – having to crawl on her stomach due to her larger size. Every little movement they made caused the vent to groan or creak, the sound likely unnoticeable through the thick walls of the hospital yet despairingly loud in her ears. Yuudachi was clearly of the same mind; the eager girl acting distinctly subtle as she crawled on all fours.
For a long minute the two remained like that, not saying a single word as they manoeuvred through the ventilation shaft. The occasional chatter or sound of footsteps echoed from the other ventilation grates, light spilling over their frames as they crawled past them unnoticed. However as they passed one grate in particular Maya couldn't help but slow down, taking note of the detached roofing panel.
''...we'll have to seal it up with mesh-wire metal. Simply blocking it up with bars would give anyone room to saw through.'' Vestal's voice rung from below, though she remained out of sight.
''Yes, that would be wise. I'll have Sheffield get on it at once.'' Belfast's voice agreed.
'...good timing, Yuudachi...' Maya mused, carefully crawling past the ventilation hatch.
''We're nearly there.'' Her aforementioned companion whispered back at her.
Maya gave a quiet grunt in acknowledgement, pointedly not staring at the Destroyer's ass as she crawled ahead. Just short of a minute later she slowed to a stop, made a few quiet grunts as she wrestled with the external grate – until said grate popped off with an audible clank, falling down outside onto some bins.
Yuudachi crawled out – yelping as she fell onto the metal bins below, landing in an undignified heap. Maya shook her head in amusement at the sight, carefully gripping the sides of the vent and pushing herself out; dexterously landing onto her hands and tucking into a tight roll, unharmed.
''So cool~'' Yuudachi cooed from two feet away, stars in her crimson eyes. ''Teach me how to do that!''
''Later.'' Maya's lips quirked up for only a moment. ''We need to go to the training grounds before Vestal notices I'm missing.''
''Right! Follow me~!''
Yuudachi set off like the dog she was, a grin on her face. Maya swiftly followed, wincing as her stomach ached in protest but pushed down her pain. If she had the strength to stand, she had the strength to walk. If she had the strength to walk, she had the strength to run. And while she didn't have the strength to fight yet, she would soon. Every second was a second she was regaining her strength.
The run to the training hall was a quick one, and nobody stopped nor questioned them. The building itself was still in the process of being repaired, several Ship-Girls directing small armies of Manjuu; the latter carrying planks of wood or stone foundations. Maya grimaced but feigned casualness, mindfully grabbing Yuudachi by the arm and getting her to slow down.
''This way.'' Maya uttered quietly, tugging her kouhai off to the right.
Yuudachi wisely obeyed, the duo taking a right and slipping in through the rear entrance. The inside was abandoned, all the lights off and not a peep to be heard beyond the activity on the other end of the building. Polished wood flooring and wooden beams greeted her as she walked past, the dead silence only heightening her pounding heartbeat. Maya's steps quickened and she walked past Yuudachi, wasting no time in grabbing the sliding shoji door that led to the courtyard-
-and as it swung open, her eyes landed on the empty eyes of Aulick, sorrow engrained into her paling skin.
Maya flinched back, the door handle splintering in her grip. She tried to tear her eyes away but she couldn't. There was something so terrifyingly encapsulating about such a dead look; reinforcing the idea that she hadn't seen things. That they were really dead.
''I was right...'' Maya whispered, her hand slipping free from the shattered door handle.
''Maya-senpai...?''
The white-haired cruiser glanced back, spotting Yuudachi eyeing her with deep concern. Silently she gestured for the Destroyer to come closer, and together they stepped out into the courtyard – the cherry blossoms' branches distinctly still amidst the gentle breeze, weighed down by the bodies that hung from them.
''...can you see them? On the branches?'' Maya asked quietly.
Yuudachi squinted, her eyes visibly roaming all over the tree. ''...um, what am I looking for?''
''Bodies.'' Maya's gaze fell, gritting her teeth. They were right there. Yet she was the only one who could see them.
An idea hit her and she acted on it without hesitation, striding up to the large tree. With a grunt she bent her knee and kicked off the group, grabbing ahold of the nearest branch and pulling herself up, before repeating the process. Three branches up and she finally reached Aulick – her body frightening cold to the touch and frozen stiff, rigor mortis already having set in.
With all the delicacy of a mother handling a newborn baby Maya undid the noose, letting Aulick fall limply into her waiting arms. With a shudder Maya pulled her close, feeling her own body heat be sapped away by the Destroyer's corpse, her head lifelessly lolling backwards as Maya slipped off the tree branch and landed at the base of the tree.
''Come here.'' Maya uttered softly. Yuudachi readily obliged, confused as she approached her senior. ''Can't you see her? In my arms?''
Yuudachi's brows furrowed and she leaned in, taking several deep sniffs. Her ears perked and her nose scrunched up, suspicion growing in her crimson eyes as she sniffed again. ''I... I smell something bad...''
Hope ignited in Maya's heart. ''You can?!''
''Yeah... like a spoiled meat bun...'' Yuudachi cautiously reached out, her hand touching Aulick's cold body. ''...it feels like something's there... but I don't feel anything... grr...''
Maya let out a wispy laugh; aching relief flooding her heart. She wasn't crazy.
''We need to get her to Vestal...''
X-x-X
''Thank you all for coming.''
The Ironblood dormitory was distinctly silent, making Bismarck's declaration ring all the more amidst the heavy stillness. The meeting room, one usually reserved for visits from politicians or external contractors, was now populated by a small selection of Ironblood ships.
At the head of the long wooden table stood Bismarck, arms folded behind her back and casting a regal, authoritative figure. U-556 stood a few steps behind her in her literal shadow, almost like she was deliberately trying to go unnoticed. To Bismarck's immediate left was Graf Zeppelin, leaning back in one of the office chairs and eyeing her leader curiously – and to Bismarck's right was Prinz Eugen, the cruiser grimly amused.
Further down the table sat Graf Spee and Z46, the former hiding her uncertainty behind a veil of indifference. Z46 had no such requirements, openly staring at Bismarck with a piercing look of interest, as if trying to decipher her intentions before she even voiced them. And at the farthest corner of the room, leaning up against the wall with a distant expression, was Jean Bart.
''It is rare that you summon us with such true steel in your voice.'' Graf Zeppelin remarked airily, resting her cheek against her fist. ''Whatever could garner your attention so greatly, is most certainly worth my attention.''
Bismarck nodded grimly. ''Several days ago, on the night of Akashi's demise, I was contacted by a foreign entity. One that appeared to me the moment I closed my eyes, whisking me away to another realm without physically moving my body.''
That single summary instantly garnered her the full attention of everyone in the room... minus, most curiously, Jean Bart's.
Ignoring the oddity, Bismarck continued. ''It calls itself 'Wahr'rot', though implied this name was given to it by one 'Iron Goddess of Time Unreached'. This entity appears to be in the same league as Helios, at least in term of its origin, and as such is immensely powerful. Fortunately, it does not seem hostile, at least not directly. Rather, it reached out to me to make a deal.''
''Hmph. Deals with the Devil never end well, Bismarck.'' Prinz Eugen huffed, though the sharp look in her eyes told of how serious she meant it.
''I'm well aware. However circumstances forced me to oblige its whims.'' The blonde Battleship responded. ''Wahr'rot does not seem to be hostile, to myself at least – and all those under my protection. That largely includes those of the Ironblood. In exchange for me obeying its whims and desire to battles, it will grant me strength.''
''Strength...?'' Z46's eyes gained a sudden edge to them, a mix of intense interest and wise caution.
Bismarck slowly nodded. ''Indeed. A slow, painless process that gradually increases strength on all fronts. Physical prowess, endurance, reflexes, combat awareness – all of these I can personally confirm, having tested them myself. The chance of awakening a Gift also increases, though I have yet to see evidence of that so far.''
Graf Zeppelin's eyes narrowed a touch. ''You wish for us to join you.''
''...I would be a liar to say that was not part of the reason why I called you all here.'' Bismarck stated heavily, casting her gaze around the room. ''I will not drag the weaker members of our kin into this mess; they would not survive the trials that lay ahead of us. But all of you have proven time and time again that you are not weak – that you have the strength to stand beside me against what the future may hold.''
''Wahr'rot desires battle. It did not specify whom we need fight.'' Bismarck's gaze sharpened. ''Roon, however twisted she may be, is still born from Iron and Blood. She is one of us. It is our responsibility, our duty, to eliminate her before she can bring any further harm to this world. So should you join me, she will be our main opposition.''
''That said, I would not begrudge any of you for declining my offer.'' She continued. ''To follow me is to abandon the base, to abandon our allies and companions in our pursuit of strength. We will have to leave everything behind to travel light, and our lives will only become harder as we forge ourselves into the weapons of war we were born to be.''
''So I ask... are you with me?''
For a long moment, silence. Then Graf Zeppelin shifted.
''You have never lead me astray before, Bismarck.'' The Aircraft Carrier intoned. ''Though I do not wish to leave this place, my loyalty to you demands that I follow you into whatever hellscape you lead us, and so I shall.''
''Hmph. I agree.'' Prinz Eugen brushed a hand through her silver hair, a cocky smirk curling at her lips. ''It's been so long since I've had the chance to let loose... and I've sorely wanted to punch in Roon's face since the day I met her.''
''...I too shall accompany you on this expedition.'' Z46 piped up, golden eyes brimming with steely confidence. ''Until we reach our final goal, my sword is yours.''
''I... I'll come too.'' Graf Spee's voice was the most hesitant of the four, but there was a shaky resolve to her tone. ''Roon is a danger... if it means stopping her, then I'll help.''
Bismarck let her eyes close, a grateful smile gracing her features. ''...thank you.''
The smile was gone after only a second, tempered steel flashing in her opened eyes. ''I shall give you all three hours to settle whatever you must; we will have to leave under the cover of night to avoid suspicion, and fights. Head north towards the old shrine two and a half miles west from the port city of Saffrona. Akagi and Kaga of the Sakura Empire will be there waiting for us there.''
''...can they be trusted?'' Graf Zeppelin questioned pointedly.
Bismarck shook her head. ''I do not know. Akagi's loyalty lies with Wahr'rot, but she seems to have her own goals in mind, and Kaga will follow her sister-ship. Treat her as an ally, but do not let your guard down.''
''Affirmative.''
''Good. You are all dismissed.''
The four Ironblood girls nodded, departing from the meeting room with heavy expressions, and purpose in their steps. The would make well with the time they had, Bismarck was sure of. Dimly her gaze wandered over to Jean Bart, the Vichya woman still looking deep in thought. Only when Bismarck laid eyes on her did she react, blinking once and meeting her stony gaze.
''What?''
''The meeting is over.'' Bismarck informed with a hint of dryness.
''Ah... right.'' Jean Bart muttered, pushing off the wall. ''I'll meet you guys at the temple then.''
''Shrine.''
''Shrine, temple, mansion; whatever.'' Jean Bart waved off, strolling out the meeting room and into the darkened hallway outside.
Bismarck watched the standoffish woman leave, waiting until her footsteps faded from earshot before turning to face U-556.
''Let us go. It would be a shame to not savour the shoreline one more time.''
''Mm.'' The Submarine smiled softly and bobbed her head.
X-x-X
Jean Bart breathed a long sigh as she stepped out into the cold night air, her breath almost becoming visible due to the chill.
She wasn't sure why she was still here. She could've left with Akagi and Kaga earlier, leaving the base with nobody any the wiser. Everyone was used to her dropping by and leaving as she pleased, heading to the training grounds or simply walking out the base and disappearing for a few hours. The first few times she got a scolding from the Commander. After the sixth time he just accepted it, resigned that this would be normal whether he liked it or not.
Yet here she was, lazily strolling down the sparse cobblestone pathways of the base, simply taking it all in. It only really now occurred to her that she'd never see this place again. No longer would she and Washington share a beer and spar half-drunk, no longer would she partake in regular poker games with the other Battleships – no longer would she get to spend her days refining her skills. Now, she would be putting them to the test.
And she wasn't sure if she was ready for that.
''Che...'' Jean Bart breathed a scornful sigh, tipping her head back and gazing up at the countless stars hanging overhead.
Humanity once sought to reach the stars, to claim them as their own. None seemed to fear the prospect of the stars coming to claim them.
A nudge bumped against her mind, disturbing her briefly-philosophical thoughts – inspiring annoyance within her. Wahr'rot's mental nudge was lazy but oh so very real; a reminder that she should not be here for long. Namely because Helios was claiming this base as part of its 'territory', and would 'reject' anyone not under its wing. What 'reject' meant she didn't know, but given it was an alien god, she wasn't all too keen on finding out.
With a huff the Battleship turned-
-only to come face-to-face with Washington.
''Yo.''
''God- shit!'' Jean Bart jumped back, scowling. ''Don't do that!''
''Heheh, I gotta work on my scare-the-shit-outta-ya skills somehow, don't I?'' Washington snickered, resting a hand on her hip. ''What'cha up to at this time of night?''
The Vichya woman scoffed, turning away. ''None of your business.''
''Hmph. Do I need'ta scare the shit outta ya when you're in the shower? Again~?'' Washington teased cockily.
Contrary to Washington's expectations, Jean Bart didn't ignite fiercely at the words – instead she deflated, a quiet huff passing her lips. That was right. Once she was gone she wouldn't be with Washington anymore; the only woman who she genuinely respected. From her cocky pride that was backed by her raw strength, to her mischievous nature hidden behind a veil of arrogance. They were more alike than many realised.
Washington's smile fell when she didn't get a response, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Her boots tapped against the cobblestone path and she reached out, grabbing Jean's shoulders and spinning the woman around to face her. Their eyes met yet no words were shared, the bitterness on Jean's visage speaking far more than words ever could. She was angry. She was pissed.
She was upset.
''...I worked so hard, and life deals me a shitty hand again...'' Jean Bart muttered bitterly. ''Guess I'm fate's scapegoat again, huh?''
''Hmph. What's with that tone?'' Washington remarked. ''I thought I kicked all that self-pitying shit outta ya last month.''
Jean chuckled. It was void of humour. ''You did. Then it came back.''
''Like always.''
''Like always.'' The Vichya woman agreed, humourless smile falling.
Washington gazed at her for a long minute, scrutinising her in a way that very few could. For all her bluster and cocky charisma, many forgot that Washington was a tactician herself – someone smart, and more importantly, wise. She wasn't so devious to make her whole cocky persona into a mask; she was too honest for that. But that didn't mean that there wasn't a keenly intelligent woman hidden beneath that cocky smile.
''...you're such a fuckin' mess, Jean.'' Washington cracked a roguish grin.
''Thanks.'' Jean Bart replied flatly. ''I'm touched by your eternal wisdom.''
The Battleship's hands slid from Jean's shoulders, and she took a step back. ''I won't ask the fuck is wrong this time. If you wanna talk 'bout it – you know where to find me.''
Despite herself, Jean smiled – a razor-sharp smile that reflected her veiled elation. ''Heh, you're too loud to miss.''
''Kehehe, that's the spirit!'' Washington grinned wider, eyes aglow with a mixture of cocky pride, and genuine warmth. ''See you on the battlefield, Jan Baert!''
''Misspeak my name again and I'll kick your ass all the way to hell, Washington!''
''I'd like to see you try, ya wine-drinking floaty!''
Jean Bart laughed – a true, genuine laugh that rumbled from her chest wonderfully. Even as Washington waved goodbye and continued her patrols the sole Vichya Ship-Girl didn't lose her wild grin – a fiery anticipation burning in her blood. A feeling that erased her anxiety and devoured her fear, leaving her filled with nothing but confidence.
'Wait for me, Washington... we'll be meeting sooner than you think...'
X-x-X
The shoreline was quiet at this time of night, only a scarce few patrols wandering through the base; and even they didn't pay more than a passing glance at the blonde Battleship walking purposelessly down by the water.
Bismarck gazed out across the quiet ocean, the moonlight reflecting off the dark water and creating a beautiful vista. Her boots gently thumped against the concrete seawall beneath her, a chilly breeze weaving through her blonde hair yet not bothering her in the slightest. She always preferred the cold to the warmth; it helped keep her sharp and focused. There was a reason she kept her window open during the winter months, irregardless of Prinz Eugen's half-hearted complaints.
''...I'll miss this place...''
The Battleship glanced down – a faint, sad smile curling at her lips. ''Yes... as will I.''
Taking Wahr'rot's offer was not an easy one. The entity promised her power – and she accepted it. It had promised that she would be able to help U-556, but it would take time. While she was still dubious about the entity's true intentions, it had upheld their agreement flawlessly thus far, so Bismarck had very few reasons to base her anxiety on. Though the fact it was an extraterrestrial being probably counted as one.
U-556 smiled weakly up at her, slipping her hand into the Battleship's larger one. ''At least we still have each other...?''
''That we do.'' Bismarck agreed, giving the Submarine's hand a light squeeze; watching her relax. Despite her claims of missing this place, U-556 looked a bit too eager to leave. She didn't have to guess as to why.
Movement ahead made Bismarck glance up, spotting a figure partially shaded by one of the trees lining the shoreline. As if realising she was seen the figure stepped into view, a dainty smile on her regal lips and an amused glint to her eyes. One hand rested on her hat, keeping it steady as she walked within speaking distance.
''A pleasure to see you out so late, Bismarck.'' Hood greeted her amicably.
''Hood.'' Bismarck inclined her head in response. ''And I see you still retain the habit of walking late into the night.''
Hood giggled airily. ''Why of course. The moon is too charming to miss, hm~?''
''I suppose.'' Bismarck's gaze briefly flickered out onto the ocean, glancing at the reflection of the moon.
''And may I inquire as to why you are out so late?'' Hood queried innocently, smiling down at U-556. ''With your young companion no less.''
''Merely admiring the shoreline.''
''This late?''
Bismarck's lips quirked up. ''Of course. The moon makes it too charming to miss.''
Hood laughed softly at the parroted words, daintily brushing a long lock of hair from her face. ''Truly? Then I suppose you wouldn't be adverse to some extra company?''
''I suppose not.'' The blonde Battleship conceded.
With a smile Hood joined Bismarck's free side, and in silence the trio continued their walk. Despite the darkness there was a certain cheer that Hood brought just with her presence that lightened up the area – not a pure radiance like some Destroyers, but a regal glow that drew the eye and abolished any worries. Bismarck had grown to respect that regal glow over the years, falling to its allure once upon a time before she had drifted away from it following the loss of her sister Tirpitz, during the Battle of Bulker Bay.
Just glancing at Hood as they walked helped stir the old embers in her ironclad heart, reminding her of days gone by – well over a year ago by now. Compared to Hood she was older, at least in Ship-Girl form; having been summoned a full seven years ago, back when the Ironblood navy was in disarray following a Siren invasion. Hood hadn't been summoned until only six years ago, and while one year wasn't a huge difference, it certainly felt like it back in the day. Fighting near-daily and facing down Siren Warlords monthly certainly did that to a person.
And in the aftermaths of the many battles Hood helped guide her back to port, the both of them beaten and bloodied but alive, they bonded. Even though they were once enemies in the old war, and resided within different nations and philosophies, they were drawn together like how gravity drew the apple down from the tree. They stood shoulder by shoulder and sunk countless Siren warships, leaving the ocean a creaking graveyard of half-sunken black hulls and unmoving bodies.
They were unstoppable. She was the shield that bore the weight of the heavens; Hood was the sword that cleaved them apart.
But time and loss had a funny way of drifting people apart, and upon a cold winter night, Bismarck found herself alone in her bed for the first time in many months. It was on that day she left her window open throughout the night, letting the air steal the heat away from her bed and purging the longing thoughts in her mind.
And yet in the years that had passed, once the embers had settled, a familiar warmth wisped through the kindling once more. A mutual emotion shared between them she knew; but one she wasn't sure she wanted to reignite.
She had closed her heart off once – did she dare open it again, with such perilous threats on the horizon?
''Are you alright, Lord Bismarck?''
''Hm?'' Bismarck snapped out of her distant thoughts, shaking her head quickly. ''Y-Yes, I'm quite alright...''
U-556 eyed with her concern, prompting Hood to chirp up. ''Fret not, little Submarine. Bismarck has a tendency to drift, is all.''
''I do not.'' Bismarck denied stubbornly.
Hood smiled, a hint of good-natured mischief in her warm gaze. ''Ah? Then what were you doing, glancing at me for so long?''
''...I shall not comment further.''
''Hmhm~'' Hood laughed – a dainty, pretty sound befitting of such a regal woman. ''Convenient timing, I would so say.''
It took Bismarck a moment to decipher Hood's meaning, her eyes glancing up. The end of the shoreline approached, the seawall tapering off into natural rock before nearing the edge of the base; a brick wall that formed the inner wall.
''So it would seem.'' Bismarck intoned, her gaze following Hood as the woman split off from her side, a familiar smile on her face.
''Then I shall depart to my quarters. I should recommend you two return soon as well.'' Hood remarked warmly, a hint of coyness to her expression.
''I'm afraid we won't be back anytime soon.'' Bismarck shook her head.
Hood's smile didn't fade. ''I surmised as much. You always bear such a serious expression in times of distress, Bismarck. And your little lady isn't good at hiding her worry either.''
By her side U-556 blushed, whistling an innocent tone. Bismarck's chest rumbled with a quiet, deep chuckle. ''Keen as always, you are.''
''As befitting of myself, no?''
''Truly so.'' Bismarck concurred with amusement. ''While we will not be in touch, I have a feeling we will cross paths in future, by my will or yours.''
''Oh fret not, my dear Biscuit.'' Hood's smile grew at the intimately familiar nickname, unheeding of how Bismarck's eyebrow twitched. ''I shall certainly be the one to cross your path first.''
''And why might that be?''
Hood clasped her hands behind her back, looking for all intents and purposes to be an innocent young lady – though the deep-rooted confidence and determination in her eyes dispelled such fraudulent illusions.
''Because I am your eternal rival, am I not? And it is a rival's duty to make sure their predestined one does not act foolishly.'' Hood spoke elegantly, her lips tilted up at the corners. ''And when we meet again, I expect the truest of efforts from you.''
''And you shall have it.'' Bismarck smirked confidently.
Hood smiled warmly, her gave trailing down to U-556 – before she knelt down to her level. ''Do be sure to care for Bismarck, U-556. She may be reckless, but I have faith in your abilities.''
U-556 flushed at the sudden attention. ''Y-Yeah! I'll do my best!''
''I'm glad.'' Hood chuckled softly, her hand fishing in her pocket – and retrieving a simple dark chocolate candy, offering it to the Submarine with evident amusement. ''A snack for the road, as it were.''
U-556's eyes lit up and she uttered a quick thanks, swiping up her favoured treat and tearing into it with eager bites, much to the amusement of the two older ships.
''Till we meet again, Bismarck.'' Hood bid her old companion adieu.
Bismarck hummed an agreement, setting off in a slow stroll towards the brick wall. She didn't get far.
''And one last thing!'' Hood called out, her voice echoing slightly. ''Her Majesty awaits you far out in the forest! She is keen on words with you before your departure!''
''Understood. Take care, Hood.''
''You too, dear Biscuit~''
Bismarck chuckled softly, kicking off the ground and landing atop the brick wall. U-556 landed by her side a moment later, and with a simple kick they pushed off the wall and landed into the sparse forest below.
For a moment, silence fell upon them. Then U-556 spoke.
''Um... why does she call you 'Biscuit'?''
''Please, don't ask...''
[END]
A/N: Uh-oh, something isn't quite right at the base any more~ What's real, what's fake~? The mystery continues~
See you all next time in Chapter 15: Lords of Iron (the final chapter of Arc 2)~
And as usual, a little teaser:
''Tsk, tsk...'' Elizabeth shook her head slowly, lifting her sceptre in her right hand. ''You know well I dislike such wasteful answers...''
The ground split open as Queen Elizabeth stabbed her sceptre into the earth, her superhuman strength blowing aside dirt and shattering the stone beneath.
''You shan't pass me by until you give me the right answer, Iron Chancellor.''