Disclaimer: Indy best girl
Oh what is this? Generic Cat avoiding plot again? Noo, he would never do that, right?
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I have a problem...
Reviews:
John: You know, If I ever get to writing Guadalcanal (Which I highly doubt due to my excessive circumnavigation), I'll make sure that Washington gets a part in it.
The One: It is, Enterprise's skill is just so freakin bullcrap sometimes *Cries in naval exercises*
Astoria's POV:
"Military command!" A loud banging slammed against our door. "Open up!"
"Coming!" I put down my coffee and opened the door. Outside was Northampton and another cruiser that I didn't know.
"Northampton, odd to see you this early in the morning." I nodded.
"Yeah." Northampton yawned. "I'd rather not be here to be honest. I'm looking for Portland, CA-33."
"She has to fulfill her duties!" The little pink haired cruiser chirped.
"I don't think I've seen you before." I crouched down to her. "Who might you be?"
"San Francisco!" She saluted. "The Eagle Union's most brave and talented cruiser!" (1)
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I raised my eyebrows to Northampton, who just shrugged. "Let her have the moment." She whispered.
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"Okay, little buddy." I patted her head. "I'll take you to Portland."
"Portland, the government's here." I led the officers through the doorway.
Portland was curled up in her blankets, drooling on that Indy doll from so long ago. You know, That would actually seem cute if she washed it, though. Everytime I tried to steal it from her to clean the stinky doll, she would catch me and scold me about the importance of whatever Indy's "gift" and how infections are temporary while the Indy is permanent.
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She's a nutcase.
"Indy…" Portland grunted, turning to her other side.
"Portland, you gotta wake up." I nudged her.
"Mhmm…" She pushed her face into the Indy doll.
"Portland…" I began to slowly shake her.
"You're so aggressive, Indy." Portland moaned softly. "But I like it this way."
"Portland!" I slapped her.
"Yes I'm awake! I was having a normal dream about my sister, who I have a completely platonic relationship with!" Portland recited. The small river on the bed sheets told me otherwise. "How may I help you?"
"You've got community service work to do." San Francisco informed her. "You are to go to Enterprise."
"I've got what?" Portland raised her voice, still groggy.
"Uhhhhh Northampton will tell you." San Francisco stepped behind the latter, gripping her hand.
"The most brave and talented cruiser, hmm?" I snorted in my head.
"You're supposed to meet with Enterprise for your assignment today." Northampton responded. "I think her office hours start at nine."
"Why did you come four hours early?" Portland yawned.
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Northampton sighed. "That's what I would like to ask High Command. But what's done is done. I'm going to get some shut eye."
"Have a good day." I waved to them as they left our dorm.
"You too." Northampton closed the door behind her.
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"That girl's scary." I heard San Francisco whimper on the other side of the wall.
You know, you're not that wrong chump.
Enterprise's POV:
I inwardly groaned, looking at the stack of requests that I had to get through.
Why can't I just have a single day off? I looked at my watch. Seventeen minutes down, Seven hours and Forty three minutes more to go. Today's going to be a looooooong day.
"I'm telling you, we need more workers for the show." Saratoga complained. "With the rate the Majuus are working at, we will not be able to finish it by tonight."
"Do we even need an Idol program?" I sighed.
"Of course!' Saratoga exclaimed. "By creating an Idol show, we will help relieve and energize battle hardened warships to ready them up for the next engagement."
"Aren't there better ways to do that?" I stretched my arms, laying back into chair. "Surely more food and luxuries would stimulate the ships more, right?"
"I'm telling you, this is the best option to choose from." Saratoga lobbied.
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"I'll think about it." I nodded my head mindlessly. "We'll see if we can send any spare resources your way."
"Allright." Saratoga sighed, discontent.
"Don't get me wrong, It's really truly unfortunate that I have to deny her request, but we don't have the necessary manpower for a show right now." I sent her off.
"Next!" I shouted, taking a sip of coke from my bottle.
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"Portland's here for her assignment." Astoria and Portland walked into my office.
"Assignment?" I asked.
"I'm here for my community work." Portland sat down at the chair.
Community work? I don't think Portland has committed a new crime yet. At least, I don't remember if she did.
"You assigned it to me after I insulted your mother at the bar." Portland explained.
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Oh. That.
I sighed. "It was just an empty threat. You c-"
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"Actually, both of you could help Saratoga set up for her little music show." I high fived myself in my head. Two birds with one stone! If I keep on this pace, perhaps I'll have some free time at the end of the day! "You are to follow her orders until the end of the day. Next!"
"Saratoga." Portland got up. "I think I've heard of her before.."
"I didn't even do anything..." Astoria muttered as she closed the door behind her.
I took a bite out of my bag of chips. Next is Beaver Squad's petition to lower the drinking age… (2)
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Hoo boy…
Portland's POV:
"Over there, to the left slightly." A pink haired construction worker tweeted her whistle, directing a crane with her aircraft. "Slower... Slower… Stop!"
The whirling of the crane arm grinded to a halt, and began to lower the metal casing.
"Allright!" Saratoga clapped her hands, bringing out a megaphone. "Refuel and take 5. The next shipment should come soon."
We walked up to her as she wiped off her sweat with a yellow towel. She was wearing a neon orange vest over her light green t-shirt, with a yellow helmet strapped to the side. Her jeans had several holes below her knees, which revealed the black laced fishnet stockings, lining from her snow white boots to the blue rim of her miniskirt.
"Hello, Enterprise sent us here to help you." I walked up to her, with Astoria right behind me.
"So she really did deliver." Saratoga dropped her hard hat onto the ground and took a large gulp from her water bottle.
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"I'm Saratoga, the cutest little sister idol in the pacific fleet!" She greeted us.
"Portland, big sister of Indianapolis, the cutest little sister in the pacific fleet." I asserted my dominance.
"Astoria, babysitter of Portland, the delusional big sister of Indianapolis." Astoria shook the Idol's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you." Saratoga tipped her head. "So, I assume you're both cruisers, right?"
"Yes." Astoria nodded. "What are you?"
"Second ship of the Lexington class carriers, Saratoga!" The idol did a pose. (3)
"You know, I have a little sister of my own, Portland." Lexington mentioned.
"What is she like?" I asked her.
"She's the little sister in the Carrier duo. She's a bit vain, but she works very hard to make her dreams come true. Right now, I think she is planning a tour across the states. You see, she was hit by a stray torpedo, meaning that she has to wait for a full recovery before she can dance again." Lexington smiled. "But someday, when this war is over, I want to perform with her again."
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"The Sakura fleet is regrouping for a second wave." Lexington gave her broken staff to me. "Please give my equipment to Saratoga, and hurry away."
"You don't need to say your will!" I handed it back to her. "You're going to survive!"
The carrier curled up in a ball on the ocean waves, water permeating through her flaking skin. Charred bits of pink hair fell from her head, creating ripples in the waves.
"Saratoga." I walked up to her. "Do you know where Lexington is?"
"She's repairing in New Guinea." Saratoga responded. "We only write signatures on our albums, however. Sorry!"
"Saratoga, Lexington wanted you to have this." I handed her a squadron of Wildcats, along with Lexington's broken staff.
Saratoga's cheery demeanor faded away.
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"Is she…"
"I'm sorry. We couldn't protect her."
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Saratoga bit her lip. She took out a notepad from her back pocket and weakly crossed out several lines from the list. She froze midway when reaching the bottom of the pad, and closed her eyes.
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I reached out my arms to give Saratoga a hug.
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"No." Saratoga sniffed, sticking her hand out. "I am an Idol. Idols never cry. Idols are always smiling, so that they can make their fans smile as well. Everybody needs happiness, and the show must always go on. It's our duty! Come on, let's help set up for tonight!"
Footnotes:
(1): San Francisco used taunt! It was not very effective...
(2): Ark Royal's gonna have a field day with this one
(3): Saratoga was actually laid down before Lexington, even though it's called the Lexington class. If anybody knows why, could you respond in the reviews/Pm me?
Allright, some real talk right here. I have quarter one finals next week. (What? We're already a quarter way done with the school year? No way!)
Yes way. Omae-way mo Shindeiru!
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Bad puns aside, I'm not completely confident that I will be able to make next week's chapter on time.
Please forgive me if I'm a bit late on the upload, but I'll make sure that I finish it by the end of the next weekend.
Anyways, See you next week!