A Smolensk Story

N/A: I made this Fanfic because I like Smolensk.

Making sure she set the Yamato ablaze and kept on fire, she turned her odd four-gun turrets towards a Destroyer and began unloading on it. This was so much fun. No wonder she got the nickname "Stalin's Blowtorch." (N/A: I just made this up.) All 16 shells came down on the destroyer and lit it on fire. FIRE. SMOLENSK LOVED FIRE. She loved seeing it slowly consume her enemies HP. The little DD detonated with a loud 'CRACK!' Heh.

Suddenly she heard the beeping of torpedoes coming towards her. Eyes widening, she pushed her engines into full forward speed and began to move. She wasn't fast enough as she tried to turn so a torpedo hit her in the fantail and jammed her rudder. THIS WAS BAD. Rudder Jammed and moving the enemy caught sight of her and began firing. The Yamato's AP shells blew through her hull at incredible speeds, and while they hurt like hell, they didn't do much damage. Smolensk chucked five torpedoes in both Port and Starboard and started unloading as many of her HE shells as she could at the Yamato. If she was going down, at least she'd take Yammy with her.

The Yamato's HP began dropping quickly and then she just exploded. 'No Anti-Mag Detonation Flags. Tch. Noob,' Smolensk thought as she turned her guns towards the nearest ship, which happened to be a certain cruiser named Puerto Rico. Smolensk smirked and opened fire. PR returned fire the HE shells. THAT HURT. Smolensk's HP dropped to 4,000 with a lucky citadel hit. 'This is bad, this is bad,' ran through her mind as she continued to relentlessly blast PR. Out of nowhere, some 16-inch shells from a Montana made her scream in pain as her HP dropped to 500. A fire lit up on her deck and she knew she was going down. Her eyes widened in horror as a broadside turned Shimakaze appeared in front of her and began launching torpedoes. Everything went white.

*KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

"Who is she?"

"I LOVE THAT RED HAIR!"

"Phoenix you don't have to shout."

"Oh, Sorry," 'Phoenix' whispered.

"Ah! She awake!" A white haired Nurse whisper-shouted.

"Uuuuugh," Smolensk groaned, "Where am I….?"

"Oh! I supposed Introductions would be necessary," The lady responded, "I'm Vestal."

"AND I'M PHOENIX!"

"Oh, quiet you!" Vestal berated her.

"Sorry….."