Disclaimer: Chicago is horny, and so are we!
Have I ever told you how unfair life is? For the Historical fiction, I had to write some random dude named Maximilian Thrax. Meanwhile, the next person that was called on literally got the GOAT Emperor Aurelian. Like, bruh. While I had to spend time researching about how my dude was so trash he literally got exiled by the senate, my classmate got to write about the literal definition of Pog.
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Reviews:
Severak: Ah yes. Nothing defines fun more than spending your free time sweatily carrying boxes across Guadalcanal! At least Astoria is doing a non-dangerous job, right?
John: Wat? Why would the USN do that? I mean, thanks for your clarification and all, very helpful, but why is it classified that way. To me, the only measurements that matter is length of the barrel and the width of the barrel, since they correlate to the speed and size of the shells they can fire. Does caliber describe how accurate the guns are, since a larger shell would require a longer barrel to keep it on the same trajectory? (Also midriff is the best fetish, don't at me)
The One: Yeah. Navy is confusing, and it turns out, I'm also wrong about that! (Read above) At least we're dumb together!
Chicago's POV:
"Hello, I am your commander Canberra. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Canberra bowed. "Our mission for the next two weeks are to guard the prospective landings at Guadalcanal. Why don't we all introduce ourselves?"
"I'm Australia, Flagship of the Anzacs!" The cruiser tipped her hat. "Nice to meet y'all." (1)
"I'm Chicago, CA-29." I responded.
"I'm Vincennes, CA-44." The twintailed light cruiser sucked on a lollipop.
"Quincy, CA-39." The pink haired heavy cruiser nodded. I stared deeply into her chest, before looking down at mine.
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Is she really a cruiser?
"What about you?" Australia asked.
"I'm Astoria." The blond grunted.
Ah, that's mighty impressive. Not Quincy big, but still rather respectable.
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Huh... These New Orleans cruisers have the good life.
"They have so little energy…" I heard Australia mutter before shifting her voice back an octave higher.
"So, it seems to me that you're all sisters!" Australia clapped her hands. "Is that why you're all here together?"
"We're sisters on paper." Astoria responded.
"Ah, that's cute!" Australia faked smiled before she broke out of character. "Wait, what do you mean?"
"We prefer not to interact with each other." Quincy nodded in apology. "It's a rather long story."
"Oh." Australia shrugged. "Can I prod?"
"Preferably not." Quincy shook her head.
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"Alright then." Australia cracked her knuckles. "Let's start! We're going to be sailing east for a couple of hours, so I hope you don't get bored easily."
Okay, it's go time. Time to start Astoria's Interrogation.
The key to successfully interviewing a target is to lower their guard with effective small talk. - The Art of war, by (Yat) Sun Tzu.
"So, I didn't get your name." I slide next to Astoria. "Could you repeat it for me again?"
"Astoria, CA-34." She responded dully.
"So, Astoria." I asked. "How are you?"
"I'm fine." She responded.
"How much milk do you drink per day?" I asked.
"A cup every few days…" Astoria raised her eyebrows.
"Then how are they so big?!" I asked.
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Crap.
"So… what I meant to say was... How is your day?" I covered for myself.
"I exercise my pectoral muscles a lot." Astoria sighed. "Pure genetics help as well."
"But your sisters vary quite a lot in size than you. Is there anything else you do?" I examined her.
"I usually focus on my chest muscles in the Gym when I have the time." Astoria shrugged. "Sit ups and all that jazz."
"Thank you." I wrote that down in my notebook.
"Exercise chest more…" I scribbled, under "Interrogate Astoria."
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Oh yeah, I was supposed to do that..
Focus, Chicago. You can do this.
Step 1 is complete. Let's go to step 2: Analyze her motives.
"So, why did you join the navy?" I asked.
"I joined because I wanted the tuition dollars." Astoria shrugged. "I was planning to leave as soon as I could qualify for the bonuses."
"Oh. So you're just here for the money?" I took a thorough look at her posture.
"Yeah." Astoria responded. "I'm almost done with my service, but I'm going to stick it out until the end of the war."
"Wait, when were you built?" I looked at her. I assumed she was made quite recently, given the amount of *armour* he has, but she said that she was planning to leave after she got the bonuses, meaning 10 years. She must have been built before the war, if she was planning to finish her service soon.
"1933." Astoria showed her retrofitted guns. (2)
"Wait." I slowed down. She qualifies for the veteran ship bonuses! She could theoretically get transferred to the Atlantic theater, if she wanted to. I mean I refused because I wanted to fight, but her? She's just here for the benefits, right? Wouldn't any sane ship just go for the safe life in the Atlantic if they didn't want to fight?
"Didn't Enterprise allow all outdated cruisers to travel to Alaska?" I pried.
"Yes," Astoria nodded, "But I refused."
"Why?" I asked, intrigued. Why would she decide to risk her neck?
"Because of Portland, I guess." Astoria sighed. "A lot of the things I do is because of Portland, now that I think about it."
"Like what?" I motioned for her to go on.
"I cook for her, I clean for her, I even do the laundry for her." Astoria clicked her tongue disappointingly. "I'd really wish she'd do something better than spending all her time on Indy."
"Do you think she's too addicted to Indy?" I looked into her eyes.
"Yeah." Astoria shook her head. "I do really wish she spent more time on me. I'm honestly a bit jealous."
Hold up.
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I've seen this before. I've read so many romance dramas to know where this is going.
No no no, Calm down Chicago. There could be a perfectly logical statement for this. They're just close friends, right?
I tried to take a deep breath, but the thoughts kept coming back to my head.
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Is Astoria gay?
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"Say Astoria?" I smiled fakely. "What would your dream partner be like?"
"Why are you asking?" Astoria looked at me funny.
"Just curious." I technically told the truth. "How tall would they be?"
"Somebody who's average, I guess?" Astoria shrugged. "Like not too big but not too small. Somebody my age."
"So Cruisers?" I strided next to her.
"Sure."
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Okay, That could just be a coincidence. Let's test it again.
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"What traits would your dream partner have?" I again looked for her tone.
"I want somebody that is fiercely loyal." Astoria responded. "Somebody that will not betray me at any time, but stick by my side, and never leave me."
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Umm… I also value loyalty as a trait in my partner. I wouldn't go so far as Astoria, but yeah. Portland's loyalty is unquestioned, though…
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"What would you like your dream partner to do?" I prayed that she would give me a semi-normal answer.
"I guess give me lots of love." Astoria put her hands in her pockets, blushing slightly. "I just want somebody to care for me, hmm..."
"Astoria?" I stepped in front of her, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Yup?" Astoria looked at me.
"What are your thoughts about scissoring?" (3)
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Astoria turned beat red.
"I'm sorry, that was really rude of me." I turned away.
"No no no. I'm sorry." I could hear Astoria's heart beat. "I may have given you the wrong impression. I have a completely platonic relationship with Portland, and I am one hundred percent straight."
"Alright. Thank you." I nodded. "It's my fault really. Can you forgive me?"
"Sure." Astoria shook my hand.
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See? Look at that. You've just made a fool of yourself, Chicago! Why would you ever think that? Chicago, You are an A grade idiot. Of course Astoria's straight!
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Right?
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"Hey Astoria?" I walked beside her as the sun began to set, turning the sky red and purple.
"Yes?" She looked ahead at the waves.
"Do you like rainbows?"
August 8th
I swung back and forth on a hammock that I attached to two trees a couple hours ago. Though my eyelids were shut, my body was too tired to fall asleep. Why does the Solomon Islands have to be so hot? My bones are aching from the multitudes of boxes that I had to carry across the Coral sea, and I can feel the sweat oozing out from every part of my body.
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A large series of bangs echoed through the base. Although my eyes were closed, my vision turned bright red before fading back to black.
How hard is it to transport ammunition? It's just literally carrying boxes!
Another round of explosions left my ears ringing.
"Who is it!" I grumpily stood up. "Who's messing with the equipment! It's One am!"
"Chicago, run!" Canberra pushed me down to the ground, just before an explosion ripped apart the hammock I laid in.
This is a Sakura attack!
I quickly stumbled to my feet and ran for my batteries.
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By the time I returned, there was nothing left.
On the ground, I saw the body of Canberra, lying in a pool of blood.
Oh god...
Footnotes:
(1): Australia was actually the flagship of the Anzacs, and would be until it got incorporated as Task Force 44.
(2): Astoria did not actually get retrofitted guns. Instead, they replaced her 8 machine guns (Yes, that's right. Hand held machine guns) with 12 single barrel AA guns and 4 quad AA guns.
(3): Were you expecting me to explain this? Go to horny jail - Bonk!
~Gay or European? It's hard to Guarantee.~
Bonus points to whoever gets that reference!
I like how my brain instinctively sets up each chapter to end on a sad note. It's like, "I'm sorry, you wanted a happy ending? Nope!"
Well, this is a fanfiction about war. Enjoy the fluff while you can, I guess. One more chapter 'till Astoria dies.
OH, Spoiler alert Btw.
Anyways, see you next week!