Disclaimer: Indy Best Girl
Ah. I became lazy. During fall break, I spent like 40 hours on games, and now School hits back like a bus, and I haven't adjusted so well... Poor planning, but oh well.
Reviews:
Severak: Yes! Portland is a cruiser of Culture, after all. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
John: San Franshitco! Oh, I am so going to use that near future. Thank you so much!
The One: "Never have I ever been so offended by something I one Hundred Percent agree with." I'm working on it, I promise. (That was a lie, lol)
Portland's POV:
"In order to exculpate yourself, you must prove that this church has more than 20 followers." Canberra responded.
Assuming that Astoria has already signed up, we have officially two followers. I called up Saratoga, which makes that three. Atlanta seems interested, meaning four. If we count Indy herself, we're already one fourth of the way there! Look at that, I'm making progress! That leaves the remaining 15.
"Would anybody like to see lewds of my sister?" I waved my scrapbook in the air, in the middle of the streets. (1)"Thigh pics, Midriffs, Nurse outfits, I've got them all! All it takes is a single signature, and this could all be yours!"
"What's that?" A submarine passed by. She had light blond hair, light turquoise eyes, and rather skimpy clothing.
This is the perfect convert!
"Do you want to know?" I took my book and pushed it into her face. "This is the religion I've founded, based purely on the beauty of Indy's slender body!"
"Albacore, you should probably not get near Portland." A pink haired destroyer gently led her away from me. "Although she's a veteran war hero, this does seem to be questionable material."
"No, trust me." I stepped in front of the Submarine. "You should understand that Indy is-"
"So Kawaii, yeah." The destroyer nodded. "Albacore, you will most likely be late to your first mission, so you better hurry up."
"Wait, how do you know that?" I asked the girl.
"Oh you probably don't remember that." She laughed lightly. "I'm Aylwin. I also escorted Lexington with you at Coral Sea."
OoOoO
"Lexington, are you okay?" I inspected her burn rashes. "Do you need some medicine?"
"Water." The carrier gasped. "Hurry."
"CAN I GET SOME WATER?" I yelled across to the rest of the fleet behind us. A destroyer scurried forwards and brought a cup.
OoOoO
"So that was you!" I nodded along. "Would you like to join-"
"No." She smiled back.
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"Albacore, we really must get going now." Aylwin held the submarine's hand.
"Bye, Porn distributing cruiser!" Albacore turned to wave before being hurried behind a corner.
"It's not porn, It's a holy work!" I shouted back.
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I can count that right? Sure! 13 more to go.
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"Portland, is that you?" A cruiser asked.
"Yes?" I turned around. "Would you like to hear about the Gospel of Indy?"
"You've told that to me way too many times." Chicago snorted.
"Oi! Chicago!" I fist bumped her. "Long time no see!"
"How have you been?" Chicago asked.
"Doing well." I shrugged, sneaking a pamphlet into her bag. "How about you?"
"I got hit by a torpedo and had to stay in the hospital for a bit, but I'm back in action!" Chicago showed me one of her aircraft mounts. "Even got this new radar thing."
"Ah radar!" I took a look at the application. It was attached to her wrist by a metallic band. The peculiar item itself was painted dark black, with its rings criss crossing in a waffle iron pattern. "Do you have any Idea how they work?" (2)
"It's something to do with sending and receiving radio waves." Chicago shrugged. "It's complicated."
"Yeah, Astoria told me about those." I took a look. "Does it come off?"
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I looked up and saw that Chicago froze. "Are you in the same task force as Astoria?"
"Yeah?" I narrowed my eyes.
"It's okay." Chicago hugged me. "I'm so sorry that you had to deal with her…"
"No, It's really fine." I responded, confused. "Astoria's not that bad. I'll place her second to Indy."
"Huh?" Chicago rubbed her chin. "Astoria's the bully right? Didn't she badmouth her sister behind her back?"
"Astoria would never do that." I denied. "She's just not that type of person."
"Are you sure?" Chicago asked me. "Minneapolis told me that she had caught Astoria red handed trying to convince her sisters to dump her from the family."
"That's wrong." I stood up for her. "Astoria is one of the nicest people I know, and she cares deeply for her family. There is no way she would ever try to abandon her sisters."
"Think about it." Chicago approached it differently. "Enterprise said that you had to fill the gap in Task Force 17, since one cruiser wanted to leave it for 'personal reasons'. This lined up exactly when Astoria denounced Minneapolis. Could it be that she is the one who left?" (3)
"You just don't understand." I shook my head. "If you were with Astoria, you would know that she is not the evil bully you think of her as."
"Well Minneapolis wouldn't just lie to my face." Chicago countered.
We stood glaring at each other, a Mexican standoff with words instead of weapons.
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"How about this." Chicago proposed, realizing my hostility. "I'll join Astoria for a commission, and I'll make my judgement on that. I want to believe that you're not wrong, Portland."
"Sure." I nodded, relieved that I didn't have to fight Chicago. "That seems fair. You'll see how kind Astoria is!"
"One catch." Chicago added. "She must sail with her sisters ships as well."
Astoria did say she wanted to reconcile with her family.
This is a win win!
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"Got it!" I handed out a piece of paper to Chicago. "Sign here please."
"Sur-" Chicago's hand froze midway.
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"Do you have a problem?" I smiled nervously
"This is a coronation flyer for the Cult of Indy."
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"Chicago please."
"Fine."
12 to go.
"Yo Astoria, guess what?" I covered her eyes.
"Did you get all twenty followers?" Astoria took a bite of a cookie.
"Well, kinda." I stuffed the forged signatures into my pocket. "But this is better."
"Did Indy send a letter?" Astoria asked, pushing my hands away.
"No, even better." I responded.
Astoria jumped off the bed and aimed her 8 inch caliber guns at me. "Who are you and what have you done to the real Portland?" (4)
"I'm the real Portland." I put my hands up.
"Indy's weight."
"10,110 tones"
"Indy's bust size."
"3.5 inches."
"Indy's favorite snack."
"Donuts."
"Indy's fetish."
"Midriffs."
"Okay, what's so important?" Astoria lowered her guns.
"You've got an assignment." I waved a different piece of paper in the air.
"Where to?" Astoria asked.
"The Solomons!" I showed her the list. "And guess what?"
"Am I getting a vacation?" Astoria's eyes widened.
"No, You're getting to talk again with your sisters!" I showed her the roster. "I remembered that you wanted to apologize, so here's your chance!"
"Portland, I'm not going." Astoria refused.
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"Astoria, why are you chickening out?" I asked. "Everything's going to go fine!"
"No, No." Astoria shook her head. "I've already decided long ago that I was going to turn my back on them."
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"So Chicago was right." I muttered, backing away. "That can't be true..."
"What did you hear from Chicago." Astoria turned to me.
"Oh, nothing." I lied.
Astoria glared nastily. The temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees.
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"Astoria, they're your sisters, right?" I mentioned
"My sisters are a lot different from your sister." Astoria replied.
"But you should at least try." I stared into her eyes. "Just this once."
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"Fine." Astoria grabbed the notice and walked into her room, preparing to pack her bags.
Did I make a mistake?
No, this is for the better, right?
Footnotes:
(1) Ironically, the only way to stop Portland from handing out obscene materials in the streets, is to have her hand out obscene materials in the street.
(2): Fun fact, Although Chicago was 2 years older than Portland, she got radar equipment and Portland didn't!
(3): Minneapolis didn't leave task force 17, since she was actually assigned to task force 11! You might be thinking, wait a minute, wasn't the task force Portland and Indy were in together? Why wasn't Minneapolis included? And to that, I say:
I'm sorry. I didn't know...
(4): It turns out, 8 inch caliber guns refer to the diameter of the barrel, not the length of it. For all this time, I thought that the naval barrel on ships were less than the length of a ruler. Turns out I'm the dumb one!
Turns out, My professor got wind that I wrote historical fanfiction and now decided to assign the class to write a historical fiction chapter about Ancient Rome with citations and the whole shabang.
I think everybody in my World History class hates me now.
Including myself.
Anyways, see you next week!