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Shower thought, If Portland and Deuchland were to meet, would they argue about which sister is better, or agree that Sisters are the best?
(Or maybe fours- AH T rating T rating T rating)
Reviews:
John: Aren't we all Horny now? I mean, NNN is over and DDD is here! YEahhh Boi, Portland is more than ready to pull up her photo albums, If ya know what I mean.
The One: Yup! Although I'm probably not going to get by Guadalcanal by Christmas, At least we'll see Santa (Cruz).
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Sorry, I'll leave now.
Severak: Horny Sara is also super fun to write TBH. But now you get depressed Moodswing Sara because we can't have nice things, right?
Saratoga's POV:
"What was that?!" Langley buried her head with shame. "Aren't you supposed to be the most powerful ship in the Eagle Union?"
"My sister was counting on you." Yorktown looked down at me. "You were supposed to divide the fire, but you were a coward. You've let her down, and now look at the sorry state she is in now! She might not walk ever again! You should have been hit, not her."
"I had a good reason!' I pleaded. "Th-"
"No reason is good enough for what treachery you committed." Langley interrupted. "The first rule of being an Aircraft carrier is to set an example for others. You are a Flagship of the Eagle Union, yet you cower in fear from mere dive bombers! How is the Union supposed to operate if their leaders are Wimps who flee from getting hurt!?"
"No!" I reached out to them. "I-"
"Saratoga we are at WAR!" Yorktown slammed the wall. "This is no place to fool around!"
"I wasn-" I opened my mouth.
"Yes you were." They glared. "Where were your Air patrols? Have you gotten lazy?"
"They were helping my bombers." I explained.
"Oh? You were too scared to lose your little trained idol aircraft so you sacrificed the life of my sister." Yorktown spat in disgust.
"That's not it!" I begged.
"What kind of di-"
"Saratoga." Lexington spoke up from the corner of the room, her fingers interlaced. "Your hand please."
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I placed my hand on top of hers.
"Look at this." Lexington took her index finger and drifted it over my palm. "Look at the tenderness of your hand.
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This is the hand of a coward. A hand that will flinch at the slightest threat."
"T-" I pulled my arm away.
"Saratoga." Lexington grabbed it back. "You have contributed nothing to the Eagle Union. Where were you at Coral Sea? Where were you when I died? You were eating chocolate mousse and creme brulee in Bremerton because you 'sprained your ankle'."
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"Where were you at Midway?" Lexington continued. "Waiting for Patrols? Stop lying to yourself, you were completely prepared at the time. You had all your planes ready to go. But what did you do? You waited and made sure that the battle would be over before you returned, because you were a coward."
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"Your indecisiveness has left all of us dead." Lexington lifted my chin up and glared in my face. "And now there is no one left for you to sacrifice. This was all your fault. This constant fear of merely getting hurt killed Wasp (1) when you didn't escort her in dangerous submarine waters. You should stick to being an idol, and transfer yourself to the Atlantic."
I slumped back in the chair.
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A grey ghost appeared in the corner of my vision for a brief second before I woke up.
Atlanta's POV:
"There you are secretary!" I walked inside the hospital room. "We've been looking all over for you."
"Oh?" Saratoga smiled brightly at me. "Thanks. Am I late for something?"
"No, we were just worried about you." I sighed, taking her arm. "You threw everybody in a panic when your bed was empty."
"Sorry." Saratoga apologized. "I guess I left you hanging, He he..." (2)
"Let's get you some breakfast, okay?" I patted her back.
"Can you bring it here?" Saratoga requested. "I mean…"
I turned and looked at Enterprise's body. Deep gashes lined the former secretary's midsection, with several chunks of metal buried inside the outer layer of skin. Light pink patches of her body were scattered around the pale white exterior of dead cells, a mummified layer around the secretary's corpse. I almost gagged before I looked away, even though it was the fourth time I've seen her wounds.
"Are you sure?" A whiff of the cadavra hit my nostrils. "I really doubt I could eat in this, you know…"
Saratoga stared into space.
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"Saratoga, are you feeling okay?" I looked into her dead eyes.
"Yes!" Saratoga snapped back. "I'm tots fine. Sorry, I was just thinking about new song lyrics. You were talking about breakfast?"
"Uhh, yeah." I deciphered her now frequent mood swings."Let's get you some food to eat."
"Sure!" Saratoga jumped, discreetly tucking a rope under the patient's chair. "I'm really craving some pancakes right now..."
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"Purifier, this is not good." Navigator commented. "At this rate…"
"Enterprise will die." Purifier responded. "Really quite a shame."
"We need her for our plans of Homecoming." Navigator bit her lip. "I don't think we can make a deal with whoever the next Secretary will be."
"Couldn't this be an opportunity?" Omitter rubbed her chin. "Saratoga seems much easier to convince. All we do is promise Idol shows and she'll hold our hands until the very second we turn on her."
"Boss, with all due respect, Enterprise is key as she was heir apparent to the last officer of the Great Siren war." Purifier bowed. "Her authority over the entirety of the Eagle Union would not be trifled with."
"But there shouldn't be much resistance even if Saratoga took the reins." Navigator countered. "Loyalty is a fundamental value in the Eagle Union, and will remain so, with or without her."
"I still think Enterprise would be a pawn worth protecting." Purifier muttered.
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"We will sacrifice pawns to capture the queen. The die is cast." Navigator decided. "Let's send out a beacon and try to lure Saratoga."
"If I may..." Chaser entered the room. "I dare say that Enterprise is worth ten Queens. No Union ship would dare challenge her. And with Enterprise's situation, I feel like she would be especially incentivized to listen to us."
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Omiter carefully weighed the options. "Send out our medics to save Enterprise. Make sure that they do not get caught."
"What about interim Secretary Saratoga?" Navigator asked. "If this is the plan of action, surely she must be dealt with as well."
"I believe that our reports lead us to the conclusion that she will step down once Enterprise recovers." Omitter responded.
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"However, cripple her, just to be safe."
"Good." Chaser snarled, revealing a hole shot through her head. "Azur Lane will wish they never messed with us. To our homecoming!"
"To our return!" We collectively saluted.
Enterprise's POV:
What is this?
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My eyes were fully open, but filled with endless, somber, dark grey. I kicked my feet, flipping over.
Am I floating? I swung my arms to try to touch something, anything, but only felt warmth. I paddled through the frictionless fluid, trying to kickstart my senses to no avail. I opened my mouth to try and ingest the liquid, but it only grasped open air.
I sighed.
Is this what death feels like? I reached out into the entropic void, waiting for my consciousness to dull.
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On the fifth day at 4, A bright light shone out from the side of my vision.
"It is not your time yet." The voice echoed. "Wake up."
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My eyes burned up with a yellow glaze. I clawed at my face, but the heat only magnified. I desperately pulled at my hair as the fever engulfed me.
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And suddenly, I jolted awake.
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Where am I?
I was sitting on a hospital bed. It was dark outside, the stars gleaming in the New Guinea sky. My body was mummified with countless bandages. I looked to the side, and saw an IV bag hooked up to my arm, with a once flat heart monitor jolt up and down.
A guttural scream echoed throughout the hallway.
I kicked out my legs and a wave of pain and shock vibrated through my body.
I gritted my teeth and made my way to the screeching noise.
OoOoOoOoOoOoO
"AHhhhhh!" The shriek ricocheted across the walls as I limped along the hallway. An open door at the end of the passage dimly lit a glimmering silhouette on the wall. I clutched the corner of the doorframe and made my way in.
"Saratoga, Stay still!" Vestal shouted from the side of the operating table, where Saratoga was restrained by cuffs.
"It hurts!" The carrier kicked in vain. "LET ME GO!"
"Chew on this." Vestal put a wooden stick in her mouth, before turning on the welding blade.
Saratoga snapped the restraint almost immediately before releasing another fit of pain.
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"What is happening?" I asked Vestal.
"I don't even know how you came back from the grave, nor why you are standing right behind me." Vestal began and she began to forge metal on Saratoga. "But be a good girl and calm her down."
I took a look at Saratoga. Her medical gown was drenched in sweat, and almost see through. I saw a recently repaired gash across her stomach, and currents of blue lightning spraw from the epicenter. I put a hand on her burning head, and wiped some of her steam off.
"Enterprise..." She whispered, voice cracked and shattered.
"Everything is going to be okay." I reassured her, beginning to clean her neck."It will be over soon."
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"Sorry." Saratoga muttered as she fainted from the pain. "It's my fault…"
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"Where is the anesthesia?" I turned to Vestal. (3)
"Anesthesia didn't work." Vestal continued to burn metal on Saratoga's hull. "She kept waking up. This is a terrifying new type of torpedo that the Sakura invented."
"Anything I can do to help then?" I asked.
"Sure, get me some dr-" Vestal froze before turning to me. "Actually, get back in your bed and STAY there. I have no idea how you got out of the coma, nor why you think it's smart to be walking around with multiple contusions, but you better be sleeping in your room after I'm done, or else I will kill you."
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"Can I get a good night kiss?" I teased.
"I can offer you a good night chokehold." Vestal turned back to focus on the operation.
"Good luck then." I made my way down the hallway as my adrenaline began to fade.
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My legs gave in about halfway to my bed.
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Ah crap.
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Well, I guess you and I are going to be buddies for a few hours, I thought as my face pressed against the metal floor.
Footnotes:
(1): Well, Technically, Saratoga got damaged before Wasp sunk, but shhhhhhh
(2): Cookies to whoever gets this Horror game reference! (It's a really heart pounding experience)
(3): Anesthesia was actually in common use in these times for surgery and other medical procedures. Now, if you want to be freaked out, I present this question:
How did surgery work before anesthesia was invented?
(Alcohol, Lots and Lots of Alcohol. Laffey would be proud)
*After stumbling upon the Secertary's body, Vestal proceed to gently lay Enterprise on the bed, And then beat the crap out of her*
Frick, Have I been neglecting Portland?
Oh no no no, This can't do...
(If the author is not lazy, this will be foreshadowing. Maybe. I'm 0 for 3 on promises kept lmao.)
Anyways, See you next week!