Disclaimer: Astoria has a potty mouth!
Hooo, Election day (Or week now) just passed. I probably should have not stayed up until 1 to see the results... That screwed over my school performance on Wednesday. Oops.
Reviews:
John: Oh. So the caliber of the guns affect shell velocity/speed, so that it takes less time for the shell to get there. So technically that effects accuracy? (I'm picking at straws, man. You just expertly explained a topic that I spent a half hour trying to figure out in an amazing 1 minute read review.)
Also, horny is absolutely good. They're can never be too much horny.
.
.
Wait what do you mean No nut November?
Stuka: Wow, You're absolutely right! Am I just dumb? What's funny is that I actually address her sister as a Heavy cruiser. I guess I was thinking in the other department...
Severak: Well, it's not that Chicago is small, it's just that the other ships are so MASSIVE.
The One: Yes, but it's not just the IJN that's nocturnal... (*Foreshadowing!*)
Astoria's POV:
I should have not accepted Portland's offer. I took a look at my former sisters, both patrolling in front of me. Vincennes formed a trail of wrappers as the water rippled around her propellers. Quincy was staring aimlessly in a mirror, ever so often fixing her hair or brushing her face.
.
They make me sick.
.
At least I won't have to ever see them again after this. A small price to pay. I grinded my teeth against an energy bar that I was saving for breakfast.
.
.
"Astoria." Vincennes sighed, biting off the rest of the lollipop before throwing the stick into the sea. "I think it's time for us to talk."
"Funny." I tilted my head. "You didn't seem to allow me to do that."
"Astoria, Vincennes is right." Quincy turned to me. "Listen-"
"Listen?" I mocked.
Quincy's eyebrows furrowed. "We've been talking about this. We realize that what we did that day was not the right thing to do."
"Now you realize it?" I covered my mouth in fake awe. "Oh, sweetie, that's so nice! Perhaps you could have taken up responsibility a whole lot earlier! If you did, perhaps I wouldn't have been isolated at the base! Perhaps somebody would be willing to sit next to me during lunch! Perhaps somebody would have volunteered to let me in their task force! You know how pathetic I looked, asking Enterprise to assign me to a division? I ended up joining the group of rejects! A destroyer with a temper problem, a sexual assaulter, and the unfortunate carrier who was assigned to take care of us! Perhaps if you had manned up and took your due blame, I would not have to be fighting on the frontlines every time, watching all my task force slowly disappear beneath the waves!"
.
.
.
Vincennes stepped behind Quincy as the latter put her hand on my shoulder. "We understa-"
"Understand?" I brushed her arm off. "You don't know anything! You don't know how powerless you are when a group of planes flies past you to attack the sole thing you were to guard! You don't know how terrifying Sirens are when they transform to murder all your friends! You don't know how it feels when everybody you know dies in front of your eyes!"
.
.
.
"Astoria, you migh-" Quincy started.
"Oh?" I interrupted her. "Are you talking to me condescendingly? You have no authority over me, especially after you abandoned me when in order to salvage your own reputation from a problem you artificially created, you 90 IQ dolt!"
"I am trying to be PATIENT!" Quincy raised her voice. "Do you know how hard it is to admit we were wrong? We don't have to apologize, you know? We are just doing this because we thought it's the right thing to do, but now, I'm not so sure! Just take our condolences, and we can get it over with, okay?"
"Just because you apologize doesn't mean I'm going to accept you as my sister, or even be forgiven." I clicked my tongue. "To apologize is quite foolish of you."
"Oh?" Quincy raised her eyebrow. "That's ironic. If you don't accept our apology, then what? Once you push us aside, who is going to be your friend? You have none, and right now, we are offering to support you! You turned us down, so what now? That Portland girl is going to leave you in the dust once she can go back to her sister, are you planning to be a social outcast for the rest of your life?"
"I would rather die than be friends with people like you." I snarled.
"Oh, We'll happily comply then!" A voice shouted gleefully in the dark.
.
.
.
.
I froze still.
All around us, the night sea illuminated with countless pairs of glowing yellow eyes.
Sirens.
.
.
When did they get here? They must have came when we were arguing. I scanned around us, finding that we were cornered in a semicircle. Crap. I see two ways to escape. Run past the Sirens through the center to Australia's task force, or retreat into the sea and hope for the best.
Neither of those options look any good. There was a gap for one ship that looks promising and the most safe, but only one of us could get through. (1)
.
.
.
.
.
I looked back at my pitiful sisters, cowering.
.
.
"They're your sisters right?" Portland pleaded with puppy dog eyes, holding onto my hands. "But you should at least try, just this once."
.
.
.
.
Curse you, Portland. I can't do that to them now. They're still my sisters.
.
.
.
.
.
"Quincy, Vincennes, get behind me." I began to turn my bow away from the Sirens.
Vincennes scurried to my back, with Quincy reluctantly following behind her.
"When I say go, We are going to pivot and immediately run away from them, and pray that we don't encounter any Sakura Ships or Sirens." I pointed to the ocean behind us. "Do not stop moving, understand?"
"Yes ma'am." Vincennes began to turn away.
"Quincy, understand?" I muttered to her.
.
.
"You are very brave Astoria." Quincy put her hand on my back. "I will tell you died a most heroic death."
.
.
"Quincy?" I narrowed my eyes.
.
.
.
My sister leaned in. "I'm truely sorry about this." She whispered in my ear.
.
.
.
I realized what was happening too late.
.
.
.
Quincy pushed me down onto the sea, and lit her spotlight on me.
"They're getting away!" She shouted, dashing through the gap.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
"YOU BITCH!" I screamed.
.
.
.
I quickly jumped to my feet as a bolt of fire steamed the water where I once was. Quincy's spotlight swung back and forth to keep up with her pace, lighting up a pack of Sirens surrounding us.
"Vincennes, do not let go!" I grabbed her hand and ran after Quincy. An arpeggio of beams spread around me as I rushed through the half circle. My ears overloaded with the zings of the Siren's guns. I stumbled on the water, rippling from the sheer energy thrown at me.
Quincy, you Fucking Chlamydia Infected 70 IQ Cum Dumpster wait till I get my hands around your slim oily neck!
.
My hand, dripping with sweat, began to slip as I hit thirty knots.
"Keep holding!" I shouted as my right turret vaporized from a siren blast.
Vincennes tripped over her feet, just before I pulled her up again. I jolted backwards as a siren lazer appeared in front of my eyes, blinding me for a split second. I blinked back and forth as I ran, losing sight of the Pink Haired witch in front of me. Another full salvo from at least four ships racked my back. The water in front of me shot upwards, as an inferno penetrated my deck armour. I felt myself begin to sway from side to side as I lost speed.(2)
My boiler's been hit. I stomped my feet in the ground, hoping something would happen.
Something spark, please!
"Damn it!" I cursed, briefly glancing at the sirens fixated on us. We're not going to outrun them. "Vincennes, get your guns loaded! We fight to the death!"
"No." Vincennes handed me her surviving engine. "Astoria, take this."
.
I stood, dumbfounded.
.
"Consider this an apology." Vincennes pushed me forwards, transferring her kinetic energy to me.
I locked eyes with her for a second. I saw a single tear flow down her cheek, before a profusion of energy converged on her body.
I turned back and pushed through the gap as the Sirens preyed on her body.
.
.
.
.
.
I neatly stumbled across the Solomon sea, dripping a tail of crude oil through the glassy, transparent bay as the red corals sparkled in the twilight sky.
.
.
.
I never did find Quincy. (3)
Portland's POV:
"Chicago?" I squinted my eyes on the horizon. "Chicago, is that you?"
The ship slumped in under the weight of a large object. I ran forwards to help her out.
As I steamed closer, I realized that the small destroyer was carrying a heavy 55 caliber gun.
.
.
"You need help?" I walked up to her lifting the cargo off her shoulder.
"Thank you." Her eyes were puffy.
"Why are you even taking this?" I curled the turret. "Can't they get a cargo ship to do this for you? I'm so sorry that you brought this all the way from the west coast, you should really check that back."
"It isn't from the west coast." The destroyer muttered.
.
.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It's from Guadalcanal." The destroyer stretched, popping some joints. "I'm looking for CA-33, do you know her?"
"Why are you asking this?" I felt a sense of dread creep up my back.
"Astoria wanted to give this mount to her before she capsized a few hours ago." The destroyer responded. (4)
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I fell to my knees.
Battle of Savo Island:
Siren Victory
Footnotes:
(1): In actuality, there was no gap. Astoria and the Northern taskforce were completely surrounded.
(2): Astoria did actually lose complete power between 2:25 and 3:00 in the morning, however, the attacking ships decided to retreat from the battle because they were afraid of Enty
(3): Quincy was actually the first ship to sink in the battle. Charging straight at an enemy is not such a bright idea, was it?
(4): Astoria was found by a Destroyer named Bagley (DD-386), who took all the wounded off her and called for help. A squad of destroyers helped evacuate Astoria, and even tried to salvage her. However, the fires she sustained were too great, and she sunk at 12:16 pm.
Ahhh. Screw Quincy.
On the off chance that one of you are from Quincy, I'm sorry.
Well, at least she got what she deserved.
One a side note, I've got an online debate tournament next week! Wish me luck! (Or don't, Your choice...)
Anyways, see you next week!