HOOOOOO Guadalcanal is finally going to happen!
Granted, It's a month later than expected, but I've set everything up for it next week!
BEGONE, Plot Avoidance thot! We're pushing through!
Reviews:
John: None of us here are going to be allowed inside the base anyways. I mean, Belfast is 4, Enterprise is 8, Zuikaku is 3, We're all going to be sent to jail for lewding Child Soldiers! Yay!
The One: Pretty much the best summary a meme can give. F for Hornet?
Severak: Technically, Portland is the most experienced and powerful active ship in the South Pacific now!
How, you may ask? According to the Bible of Indy, on page 432, You must always revere Indy by...
Portland's Pov:
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"So, Um." San Francisco started. "I assume you all know why we are here."
"Yes." I nodded. Next to me in the little propped up meeting tent, Northampton rubbed her chin. On my other side, North Carolina and South Dakota were playing chopsticks.
"With Enterprise getting hurt and Hornet presumed dead, we need to figure out who is in charge" San Francisco twiddled with her fingers. "You guys are the last Capital ships that we have available, so I will be asking for your full support."
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"Wait." I put my hands up. "Shouldn't Northampton be acting secretary?"
"I would rather not." Northampton resigned herself to the chair. "Hornet's sinking was largely my fault. I'm not qualified to take up this office."
"What about Saratoga?" I mentioned. Saratoga has the firepower necessary to command the fleet. Furthermore, she has plenty of experience and some credibility.
"Saratoga is just about finished with her repairs." San Francisco responded, "However, she's still in Pearl Harbor, but she stated that she would return in around two weeks or so."
"Fine." I pulled out my final trump card. "What about Indy?"
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"I'm in charge." San Francisco ignored the obvious heir apparent to Enterprise and shook her head. "Anyways, we're here to discuss our plans to retake Guadalcanal."
"Do we really need to retake Guadalcanal?" I asked. "We're in no pressing danger just yet, and Saratoga is coming back in a few weeks. Surely we can wait for some more time?"
"Well, we can't really let them get the initia…" San Francisco blankly stared into space, snapping sporadically.
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"Initials?" South Dakota offered.
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"Initiative." I finished for San Francisco.
"Yeah, That's the word." San Francisco shook her head. "Anyways, we need to stop them from taking the advantage, so we must strike while their carriers are away!"
"Do we really?" I questioned. "I mean, eventually, all we have to do is to stall the war. The Sakura Empire can not keep up with the amount of ships we're producing. Surely waiting isn't a bad idea, right?"
San Francisco took a deep breath and pouted intensely with her arms crossed. "We are going to retake Guadalcanal."
"San Francisco, do you have any extraneous motive?" Northampton intervened.
"No no, Totally not." San Francisco looked away from her glare.
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"You just want to impress Enterprise, don't you." Northampton sighed.
"I could never do that thing you talk about~" San Francisco whistled.
I held the impulse to agree with San Francisco.
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Northampton clearly saw that she could not change San Francisco's mind.
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"Alright listen." Northampton bargained. "If we think about things logically, and not attack based on pure instinct, Then I'll say that you were a good interim secretary, Okay?"
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"Fine." San Francisco shrugged. "But if we get an opportunity, we'll attack."
"Got it." Northampton nodded before sitting back down, convinced in her victory.
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"Does anybody have any more pressing issues they would like to present?" San Francisco asked.
"Me!" I raised my hand.
"What is it?" San Francisco groaned.
"Remember when Hornet promised that Indy would get transferred here?" I brought the meeting back to important issues. "Why isn't she here yet?"
"Indy's still going to be at Pearl Harbor." San Francisco answered. "She's supposed to be stationed there for the time being."
"But we need Indy here!" I argued. "She is the most qualified ship to be fighting alongside us!"
"I'm almost scared to ask why…" Northampton began to pack her bags.
"Here is why!" I started. "Indy is an absolute necessity for morale! You see, Indy, known as Indianapolis, is a heavy cruiser enlisted into the Eagle Union with the signal CA-35. Part of the Portland class, Indy is the cutest ship in the entirety of Azur Lane. She boasts silky white hair and cocoa chocolate tanned skin, making her the cutest ship ever built. While she is most famous for her cuteness, she is also world renowned for her love of donuts, steak, and her older sister that she adores. Although she tends to have insecurities and communication problems, Indy outshines all other cruisers through sheer cuteness. Furthermore, she is talented in many things, such as laundry, massages, and being cute! It should also be included that she is battle hardened, as she employed her cuteness while serving with the aircraft carrier Lexington before being transferred to the Aleutian islands for seducing too many ships with her unparalleled cuteness. Did I also mention that she's super cute?"
"I feel like I've heard that before." Washington pointed out as she put down her magazine. (1)
"Do you want to know more!" I seized the opportunity to convert this unenlightened pagan. "Indy-us Vult!"
"Well Northampton-us Vults it to stop." The heretic rudely criticized our one true savior.
"I second that." San Francisco nodded along.
"But Indy is super duper cu-"
"The meeting is over." San Francisco blindly rejected her only path to salvation.
Atlanta's POV:
"Portland." I greeted her as she grumply stumbled into our dorm. "How was your meeting?"
Portland groaned before flopping onto the couch.
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"Not very well huh." I turned off the burner and went to sit down next to her. "What happened?"
"Why doesn't anybody understand the glory of Indy like you do?" Portland whined, rolling back and forth.
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Hoo boy. This again.
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"Allright." I sighed, patting my thighs. "I'll give you a lap pillow, Just tell me what went on, Okay?"
Portland indulged in my lap face first. I don't think that's how it's supposed to work, but who am I to complain?
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I'm becoming a degenerate, am I...
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"They just don't care to listen to Indy!" Portland wailed. "Like, how can they just shut out the spiritual successor to Jesus?" (2)
"What?" I added this new knowledge to my anthology of useless Indy Information. "Did you try to insert your Indy rants into the meeting?"
"Yes!" Portland sniffed. "They just won't understand…"
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"Oh, you poor thing." I rubbed her head.
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"I know!" Portland complained. "They sho-"
"I was talking about San Francisco." I rolled my eyes.
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"Atlanta!" Portland sat back up and crossed her arms. "Do you not understand the value of Indy?"
"That was a joke." I opened up my arms. "Allright, come here. I'll give you a hug of apology."
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Portland reluctantly crawled back over and snuggled.
"Alright you big baby." I muttered as I rubbed her back. "You feeling okay now?"
Portland groaned as she hugged me tighter.
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So this is what bliss feels like.
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I closed my eyes and spoiled myself in her scent.
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"That's kinda gay." San Diego whispered in my ear. (3)
I took a torpedo and blindly slung it at her ever so pulveriseable head.
San Francisco's POV:
Aaannnddd this should be the dorm. I looked at the sign outside. "Task Force 14." It's not Enterprise's, so it's probably this one.
I gently opened the door and almost tripped over an unconscious body.
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San Diego lied on the floor. I slumped her body against the wall.
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Two Cruisers were curled up on the couch, but I had found the glossy silver hair I was looking for.
"Am I interrupting something?" I sat down next to them.
"Nah." The crimson haired cruiser (I forgot her name) waved. "What's up?"
"I need to talk to Portland." I responded.
"She's a bit tired." The redhead rubbed the back of Portland's head. "You can talk to me. I'll tell her later."
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"Are you sure?" I bit my lip. I really need for her to agree before Northampton comes back...
"Yeah, Yeah." The cruiser handed me some Oxycola.
"It's about Indy." I responded.
Portland snapped awake, jolting upward. "Indy!?"
"Ughhh... My mouth…" The cruiser rubbed her chin, groaning in pain.
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"Yes." I responded. "I have an offer for you."
"What do you mean?" Portland asked. "And how is Indy involved?"
"You see, Northampton prevented me from launching any operations, yet." I hatched my plan. "But, we have enough firepower together. Let's launch an attack tonight, and give Enterprise a lot more to work with!"
"But shouldn't we listen to Northampton?" The Redhead motioned. "Surely she has a good reason to abstain."
"Atlanta's right." Portland unfortunately began to question me. "Shouldn't we wait for Northampton?"
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"Northampton gave me approval." I lied. "Let's get going tonight. I'll bring Indy here as a compromise, okay?"
"Deal!" Portland enthusiastically shook my hand.
"Wait." Atlanta immediately broke our handshake. "Why are we attacking in the Night? Don't we have a disadvantage?"
"The Sakura Empire is planning to leave Guadalcanal." I built upon my pyramid of somewhat guessed truths. "We are going to attack them while they are unloading, and it's going to be wonderful!"
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"Allright." Atlanta nodded. "I'll come with you then."
"Thanks!" I took a deep breath before walking out.
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Why did I lie?
Northampton didn't give me permission.
She told me specifically not to attack while she went off to do a patrol with our battleships. Why?
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"Are you okay?" A man in a white coat held out his hand to me.
"What do you want?" I crankily muttered, leaning against the shabby cardboard hut that I temporarily called home. "If you don't want me to hide behind your shop, just say so. I'll move."
"I'm not here to chase you away." He crouched down to me. "Are you hurt?"
"No." I tucked my right leg behind my left.
"You don't have to lie about it." The stranger smiled gently, lifting up some bandages. "I'll patch you up."
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What is his deal? Awfully nosy.
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"Just go away." I growled, swiping at his face. "I'm totally fine."
"No you are not." The stranger tapped my calf; a wave of pain forced me to fall to the ground.
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"Come on." I glared. "Laugh at me. You found out, Happy?"
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The Stranger took my leg and wiped it with a disinfectant. I winced. He continued, rubbing the ankle with a lubricant before popping several bones back into place. He pulled up another strange liquid and wiped it over the bruise.
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I had never seen someone so dedicated to help somebody they didn't know.
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"Good Luck." The Stranger finished bandaging my wounds. "This should be repaired soon. In a few weeks, It will be as good as new!"
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"You are truly a fool." I snarked. "Why would you help this back alley reject at all? You know temporarily fixing my leg is not actually going to solve anything in the long term. This was just a waste of your time."
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"Not even a thank you?" The Stranger chuckled.
"I'm sorry, were you expecting one?" I snorted bitterly.
"I suppose not." He grinned slightly. "I'm Shikikan by the way."
"Hello Shikikan." I waved sarcastically. "I don't care."
"Take this." He patted my head, handing me a business card. "If you ever find yourself lost, come here. I'll make sure you'll always be welcomed in the Eagle Union."
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"You're a military recruiter." All the pieces came together in my head. "That's pretty deceitful of you."
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"You saw right through me." He smiled. "Just keep the card, If you ever do change your mind."
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It took 7 years for me to finally bite my pride and sign up. The personal card sent me straight up to the top of the draft.
It was not fast enough.
By the time I was admitted into training, the Sakura Empire attacked, and Shikikan was in a coma.
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I could not enter the room. I had waited too long.
I never did have another conversation with him again.
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Why did I lie?
Northampton didn't give me permission.
She told me specifically not to attack while she went off to do a patrol with our battleships.
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"Because I have to prove to Enterprise I am useful." I silently snapped back at my inner consciousness. "This is my one chance to get promoted. If I make myself the heir apparent to her, then I will become secretary one day.
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And once I become secretary, I will get to see Shikikan again, and I can finally say thank you."
Footnotes:
(1): From now on, this is going to be the Portland Copypasta! Use it wisely to spread the word of Indy!
(2): Revelations CA:33
(3): She's technically right, Not gonna lie
Uh oh. I gave the main "Villain" a backstory. I somehow can't hate her now.
This isn't good of me is it?
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Ahh, It's going to be so much harder for me to make her seem bad now...
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Whyyyyyyy
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Welp. Can't help it now.
Anyways, See you next week!
Enterprise's POV:
The phone in my hospital room rang. I immediately dropped my papers and swiftly picked it up.
"Enterprise here." I responded.
"Did you give orders for San Francisco to launch a strike force?" Northampton cut to the chase.
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"No." I feared for the worst.
"I can not find them." Northampton cursed, worridily. "Please hurry here ASAP."
"Understood." I took off the covers and sprung to my feet. I wobbled for a bit, but a few more seconds, and I was back up to operational status.
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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Vestal yelled, rushing to my room.
"I have to fight." I reached for my jacket.
"Oh no you don't!" Vestal shouted as I tweeted for Grim. "You are taking a very long rest! No sane person would immediately get up and fight right after their stomach had literally been cut open and blended together!"
I ignored Vestal, and reached for my planes.
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They were not on the nightstand where I left them.
"Your planes are locked up in a safe secure location." Vestal grabbed the collar of my coat and pulled me back onto the bed. "Don't even try."
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"This is important!" I pleaded.
"Important can wait." Vestal tucked me in. "If I ever catch you trying to run away, I will have Grim plucked and served for Thanksgiving."
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Grim uncomfortably ruffled his feathers.
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"Vestal." I gave her my best puppy dog eyes.
"Go to sleep." She shut the lights and locked the room.