"So Chitose, how do you do your third eye plane eye view thing anyway? I wanna see what my UAV is doing." I asked.

"Well, I can't really describe it, but I'll try. Normally I just hear the reports from my pilots over the radio and eventually it blends into my vision, like I'm daydreaming but, not. It requires a lot of focus, but if you focus TOO much, it won't work" She tried to explain, poorly. I gave it a try regardless, concentrating as I had my Operators give me constant updates, trying to paint a picture with my mind. I ended up with something probably made with MS paint.

"This mind-buggery is hard," I said, squeezing my temple with both hands as I focused my vision on the two operators on the table, who seemed to be more occupied with the fact my vision was boring into the back of their heads than making status reports.

"You're trying too hard, don't try to force it. Let them do their job, just, relax focus on their words and visualize," Chitose said encouragingly. OK, let's give this a looser try, alright...

"We are coming up on the second Island now, coastal gun on the ridge, Grid 028 557, moving forward, two hundred meters west, Coastal gun on Grid 025 432, moving fifty meters North, going over tree's, I-class three hundred meters East Northeast..." and on and on it went, with the pair droning on in their tiny voices. I almost fell asleep, then I noticed a branch out of the corner of my eye, I idly went to brush it away but I'd moved past it, far faster than I should be capabl-I started, my sense of space briefly distorting as I slumped to the side in a minor dizzy-fit. I, I-I'm the Wheelhouse, there's no tree's here. Chitose grinned at me.

"You saw it didn't you? what your UAV see's?" I nodded.

"I was just listening to my operators, and I felt almost like I was going to sleep, but then a branch came out of no-where, I tried to brush it away and suddenly got really dizzy and ended up here again." Hakone looked at me, puzzled.

"But you didn't leave, I was watching you! you went really quiet, then got a blank expression on your face for a split second before you stumbled sideways." She looked at Chitose. "Do I look like that when I use my Flying-Fish?"

"No, I just think Georgia needs a little practice is all, none of us knew she even HAD these craft before, so it must be a new experience for her," Chitose said. "Even I'm not all that good at it, Fleet Carrier's practice almost every day back home on the archery course to improve their focus, it lets them keep a personal eye on their planes for longer, even when they are moving around and fighting. Usually, I give my pilots a broad order and trust them to complete it, and check in every now and then from specific planes. I'm fairly certain Kaga, one of our most experienced fleet carriers, can divide her attention between all ninety of her planes!" OK, so I just had to practice a bit, that's fine, I only had the one small craft to worry about. I focused again and let my body 'relax' taking in the reports in at the pace they were given. It took another twenty minutes before it happened again, this time I didn't try to outwardly react and shatter the link again.

The UAV by this point had reached the Abyssal marauder's base, many of the ships at this point were docked at the main jetty. And I could see several mobs of fairies swarming the more damaged ships, even breaking apart the more damaged I-class destroyers for the materials to patch the more intact hulls. I guess this was how it was done when you didn't have a proper dry-dock. I was suddenly glad that we'd been able to make it to the Depot-Himes base. I ordered my UAV to designate any ship that was at the docks, including the Wo-class at the end of the wharf, she appeared to be talking with one of the Ne-class heavy cruisers, frantic hand gestures abounded. I ordered the UAV to check inside one of the handful of buildings, made of Abyssal steel, they were propped up on stilts, connected to the main wharf over the water. I lost my concentration again, as Hakone nudged my body. "Georgia, are you alright? you've been in a trance for the past twenty minutes."

"Yeah I'm fine, but I don't think I'll be good enough at this to multitask seeing through my crafts eyes and my own for a LONG time." Chitose hummed, looking at me.

"The fact your able to do it at all is fantastic! a submarine is the last person I'd expect to be able to do it, though I guess anyone could learn if they were refit to take aircraft of some kind." She continued. I was suddenly updated by my operators, who had been the ones I had basically ordered to move the UAV around in the first place, let me know the building was mostly full of raw materials, steel, fuel, the works. Why they were deconstructing their wounded when they were sitting on a literal warehouse of resources I had no idea. Nonetheless, I'd gotten what I needed, I gave one more order to my crouched operators and stood.

"Alright, my UAV is taking up a high position above the base, it'll update ship movements in my targeting. My Tomahawks arent good at hitting moving sea targets, but they aren't really moving around all that much cause they are at-harbor. I should be able to get the first salvo off and into them pretty much spot on unless they start running, anything beyond that needs to be done with our aircraft, can you get ready to launch Chitose?"

"How many are we going to need?" Chitose asked.

"Launch everyone."

"Everyone?" I nodded.

"Everyone." I looked at Hakone. Your dive bombers will probably help a lot too, get ready. You can both start launching like madwomen once I've launched my 'hawks. I started walking upstairs, on my way to the roof for a clear firing space, when Chitose chimed in.

"I didn't ask this before, but whats a tomahawk?" I looked at her incredulously. "What? I don't read modern military history!" I continued my stare."My steel-hull was sunk in 1944! It was before my time!" OK, fair enough.

"Should have asked me before, but don't worry, you'll see!" I said cheerily. We assembled on the roof, Chitose and Hakone stood ready, the first airings ready on their slings as they waited for the signal to begin. "OK Cap'n, walk me through this," I muttered, before my eyes widened as the explanation was given. "Uh, girls, you may have to turn away for just a sec."

"Why?"

"I have to be topless."

"Wot." I shrugged at Chitose gormless expression. Honestly, we'd bathed in drydock butt-naked before, this was just me being conscientious!

"Well, if I don't want to tear a bunch of holes in the back of my shirt, yeah." Chitose's mouth made an 'O' as she nodded her head in understanding. Both turned facing the direction of the base as I carefully stripped, taking off my slightly ratty shirt, my dress stayed on, it was loose and hung low enough that it didn't cover anything important, (hence the shirt.)

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"Alright girls! let's get this party started!" I yelled, before taking a full ninety-degree bow. In a short display of pyrotechnics, thirty-eight of my cruise missiles, one after another, STREAMED out of the holes that had opened in my back, brief fiery trails of fire trailing them as they soared to cruising altitude. "LAUNCH! LAUNCH EVERYTHING!" The girls, to their credit, had the first air wings off before I'd finished the first word, Hakone, with only a single airwing, began to help load the spare Kai's we'd prepared on deck to Chitose's Launch platforms, letting the Floatplane tender fly through the launch process, within two minutes all our aircraft were in the sky, on their way to the Abyssal base. My 'Tomah's had entered cruising speed, and were circling the base, all that was left was for me to give the final order, and my missile's guidance systems and the designations made by my connected UAV would do the rest.

Obviously, I gave it.

I Sprinted back to the operators to check in with said UAV, the Abyssals were starting to respond, probably detecting the aircraft we'd launched on radar as they rose over the trees of the island we'd taken cover behind, it didn't matter, it was too late.

The first four missiles had been targeted at the Wo, it was a big target, and was the only real threat to our air wings. She had to go. The first Tomahawk landed on her elevator, mangling the launch pad and basically evaporating an abyssal plane mid-launch, the next two cratered her launch strip, taking massive chunks out of the funny hat all Wo-class tended to wear. the fourth and final 1000lb's of high explosive missile went clean through her command bridge's observation window before exploding, blowing up with enough force to make her Island bridge collapse, in human terms , making her head explode like a rotten melon. The Ne-class cruiser's got the same treatment, four missiles slamming into each, though the second, the one arguing with the Wo, had enough time to start jumping back, instead of being decapitated taking three of the strikes on its belt armor before the fourth streaked through the holes left by the previous missiles, hitting something important enough that heavy black smoke began to billow from every orifice of the Cruiser.

I put three into each of the coastal guns, some survived the first strike, one even survived the second, the third was mostly just for show. for the two dozen destroyers, I only sent one to each, and as they had started to scatter, many missed, even at such a short-range, my Tomah's weren't designed for hitting moving vessels. Still, they hit enough that a good third of them (mostly the ones moored at the pier) Were completely obliterated, many snapping in half as the missiles slammed into the middle of their 'backs'. In the end all there was left for our aircraft to cleanup was a scattered group of I-class, PT Imps, a Ne that was already on fire, and a Na-class that was missing its main gun.

We were gonna get SO much loot from this!