Disclaimer: Indy best Girl
Felt kinda bored so you guys get a fight scene with Montpelier!
I'm realizing that all the main characters I have in this story are sis-cons or perverts now.
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Well, what could go wrong? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Reviews:
Severak: You're too late! They're gonna be brainwashed whether you like it or not! MUAHAHAHAHA
John: That's right! We don't need pistols to show are loyalty, right? Right? (Portland plz put down the gun)
The One: Intrepid is certainly Kamikaze resistant. Unfortunately, she's not resistant to her own planes. (Foreshadowing?)
Intrepid's POV:
"Move differently!" Portland shouted as I continued my fighting rhythm. Her feet were planted on the asphalt and her turrets swinging behind her in a circle. Behind her was a dried out untarnished chalk line.
I will be moving differently.
I took a brief second to shake the sweat from my forehead before charging at Portland again. Or at least that is what she thinks. I set up a trap beforehand. Right now, my torpedo bombers should be approaching her from behind. At the end of my method number 4, Portland should be hammered and anviled between my fist and the bombers.
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Pretty genius, huh?
Portland seemed unaware of the situation at hand. She's just casually blocking every hit I send out. She can't see the planes behind her. Good. I held back my smile as I spent up all my remaining energy to pin Portland down. Portland can't move and will be crushed! Just thirty seconds more, then it is over!
I mentally cringed at the memory of my sister screeching "Owari Da!" after all of our mock duels. (1)
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The planes that I sent out before began lining up from behind Portland, falling down to ground level. She still hasn't seen it! I began to grin as I launched a final punch at Portland's stomach.
"Portland, can I talk to you?" Somebody behind me called Portland over.
"Sure!" Portland stepped beneath my punch and pushed me in the hips with one hand before running past me.
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CRAP!
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I almost stumbled to the ground before sticking my arms out to the side, balancing myself.
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I took a sigh of relief. It would look really bad if I fell over from just tha-
Two squadrons of planes pummeled me in the stomach.
Portland's POV:
"Is… Is she okay?" Cleveland pointed at the groaning carrier who was currently curled up rolling around on the basketball court.
"She gets used to it." I waved it off, wiping some sweat off with a towel. "So what did you need me for?"
"Well, you're a good fighter, right?" Cleveland asked, briefly glancing at Intrepid.
"Somewhat." I nodded my head. "You want lessons?"
"No, I'm fine. I kinda don't want to end up like Intrepid over here." Cleveland declined. "Actually, I'm here to check if you would be willing to teach my sister. She's super advanced and in some part is at the skill levels of some officers. She's not learning much from her classes, so I though that you could have helped. I can pay."
Advanced, huh? That sounds interesting.
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"No need to pay." I shook my head. "All that's needed is a quick and speedy conversion to the Church of Indy."
"I'll convert." Cleveland offered.
"You're already a member of the knights of Indy." I reminded her. "I'll teach her for free then. Where is she?"
"Yeah, Montpelier's right here." Cleveland turned around.
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I poked my head to the side. Nobody was behind her, besides some submarines playing hopscotch on the sidewalk.
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"She should be here." Cleveland muttered, searching through the streets.
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Was she too embarrassed to ask herself? Awwww.
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"Oh, I totally get it." I put my hand on her shoulder. "I also create imaginary sisters. I have Indy 32, Indy 33, Indy 34, and Indy 36. Indy '35 is the best though."
"No no no." Cleveland brushed my hand off. "She's real. Montpelier has some ….. Communication issues. Uhhhhhmmmmm. You know what? I'll make sure to bring her here tomorrow."
"My Indys have communication issues as well." I patted her head. "Perhaps they can be imaginary friends? I wouldn't mind teaching them"
"She's real!" Cleveland defended her delusions.
"Obviously Indy is real." I informed her.
"No- Well, I mean..." Cleveland stuttered. "Montpelier is real, Indy is real, I don't have imaginary friends!"
"It's totally fine." I patter her again. "Montpelier is real in our hearts."
"She actually is real though. Montpelier, that is." Intrepid nodded her head, walking up to us. She was still clutching her side.I don't think I hit her that hard, right? I might soften up on her.
I made a mental note to myself.
"Wait really?" I turned to the Disciple of Indy.
"Yes!" Cleveland hugged Intrepid. "Thank you. Anyways, before you teach her, I need to ask you for something, K?"
"What do you need?" I took a sip of my water bottle.
"I just want you to go easy on her." Cleveland hunched closer to me. "She gets a bit defensive about… Well, try not to mention Indy in front of her."
"Why?" I narrowed my eyes. "Is she just that hostile to the holy faith?"
Cleveland took a deep breath. "It's … Complicated. Just don't beat her up, or I'll tell Essex, okay?"
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"Sure…" I still remained confused. What does Cleveland mean by this? It seems oddly foreboding.
Why am I not allowed to mention Indy around her? Is it because Indy is bad? I mean obviously not. Indy is cute! Indy is the cutest ship in the entirety of Azur Lane. She boasts silky silver hair and cocoa chocolate tanned skin and pure white leggings and…
I pecked at a box of peanuts. Intrepid passed over some pickles.
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"You know, for the Secretary's sister, I thought you would have been more stacked." I chewed on the remnants of a plain hamburger.
"Sorry Portland." Intrepid sipped her oxy-cola slushy. "Essex doesn't give me much of an allowance anymore."
"Perhaps I should ask for Essex to pay me for these lessons." I nibbled at the remaining french fry in the box.
"Maybe you should get a job." Intrepid counter offered. "Say, you used to have a bunch of friends, right?"
"Yeah..." My mind strayed to Astoria, Atlanta, Chicago, Lexington...
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I shouldn't think about this for much longer.
"Wouldn't you get something from their will?" Intrepid wondered as she grabbed another complimentary box of peanuts. The battleship on service gave us a disapproving look.
"Every bit I get goes back to the Church of Indy." I took some of her peanuts. I hid the fact that the Government confiscated it when I got on parole. Intrepid didn't need to know that my money got stolen by her sister. She would go absolutely mental on them, and I want the least amount of trouble with the officer corp right now.
"Essex told me you are well connected to both Enterprise and Saratoga." Intrepid notioned. "You could very easily become an officer or an idol. I don't see why you're living in this… squalor."
"It is perfidious for me to separate my full will away from the glorification of Indy." I reached for another pickle. "I have already dedicated my life to the Church of Indy."
"But you can do both, right?" Intrepid poured ketchup over her peanuts.
"My priesthood requires complete loyalty. I can not let that be tainted." I reached for my fourth box of peanuts.
Somebody grabbed my hand.
"If I give you a free hamburger, would you please leave?" Pennsylvania politely (and desperately) asked. (2)
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"Cheeseburger." I bartered.
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"Hamburger with tomatoes?" Pennsylvania offered.
"Cheeseburger." I shook my head.
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"Fine."
I strolled through the dark crosswalks as I made my way back home. I guess I spent a bit too long out eating. Good times.
I licked the napkin in which the burger I had finished a half hour ago was wrapped in. The excess burger sauce had already been licked up, but I managed to get a small hint of oil. I licked my lips once again to capture the last scent. I should have thanked Yorktown more for keeping our task force well fed for so long.
I threw the wet napkin into the trash can as I passed by it. My dorm was just up the street. For some reason, Essex gave me one of the better rooms. It was right on the edge of the base, where there were still trees. The sea was only a few minutes walk away. I do have to speculate that Saratoga might have had something to do with it.
Thank you, Sister Sara. (3)
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"Hello there." I waved to an unfamiliar cruiser who was camping outside my door. "You know curfew passed, right?"
"I have a pass." She muttered, calling my bluff. "But you don't, do you."
"That is correct." I walked up to her. She was sitting on my Indy doormat, right in front of the entrance. "Though it appears you are not an officer, are you?"
The grey haired cruiser stood up. I got out my key; she stepped in front of my doorknob.
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"I'm Portland." I opened my free hand.
"I heard that you think that your sister is the best." She glared vilely at me with crimson red eyes. "Right?"
"You're Montpelier, right?" I connected the dots. I thought that Cleveland would send her to train tomorrow, but I guess this works?
"Admit that Aniki is better." Montpelier warned.
"No." I called her bluff. Who does this foolish heretic think she is?
"Aniki is objectively better." Montpelier notioned.
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"I don't want any trouble." I sighed. "It's the middle of the night. Let's settle this tomorrow, okay?"
"No! I will fight to defend Aniki from your indecent insidious faith!" She pulled up her fists.
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ExCuSE mE?
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"Oi, hotshot." I cracked my knuckles, setting down my Indy collage and purse on the ground. "Apologize and submit. May Indy forgive your soul."
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Montpellier threw a warning jab at my face. I didn't flinch.
"I don't need forgiveness from a fake god." Montpelier wiped her nose.
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Oh you've done it now. I stepped back and aimed a knockout blow.
"Just don't beat her up, or I'll tell Essex, okay?" Cleveland warned.
I pulled my punch. Montpelier stared at me.
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"You can't touch me, can you?" She grinned, cheekily.
I clicked my tongue. How did this bugger figure it out so fast?
"I bet Indy couldn't have forced me to stand down." Montpelier stuck out her chest.
"You don't need to stand down, you're already short." I quipped back.
Montpelier's cheeky grin vanished.
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I deviously smiled.
"I mean, perhaps you could be a little, tiny, tinsy bit more polite." I patted her head.
"You're just so blinded from the Holy Faith, I can't help looking down on you." I squatted down.
"I mean, I could admit that Cleveland was better, but that's a tall order." I trolled her.
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Montpelier clenched her fists.
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"IM FIVE TWO!" A kick connected with my chin. (4)
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I rubbed my chin, backing away from the cruiser. I should have been more careful.
At least this will be a decent test for her power. I can't experience her raw power combined with emotion in a regular test match, right?
I pulled up my fists.
"Come at me." I nodded.
Montpelier flew towards me, spiraling into a kick. I crossed my arms into an X before her heel crushed into my wrist. Montpelier flipped back as I dropped to a knee.
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I should have dodged that. These new cruisers are so much more powerful. I rubbed my hands against the bruise on my arm.
"It is over." Montpelier turned around.
"Not yet." I took a stick and bounced it off the top of her head.
Montpelier instantly flipped back and launched another kick - this one a roundhouse - straight into my face. I just barely ducked under her leg before she lifted a leg into her chamber. I sprung to the right as the sidekick whistled past me.
Montpelier's leg dropped to the ground and she fell in a split like manner before bouncing back up. I was severely tempted to push her down while she was still off balance.
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But I can't touch her.
Montpelier reared up and launched a series of kicks in my face. Each time a foot dropped to the ground, the other would already be half way in its strike. If there was any definition of "the best defense is a good offense", this would be the prime example. Her legs were swinging and jabbing everywhere, creating an imaginary bubble which any crossing would result in a shoe to the face. I could imagine the massacre that Intrepid would face if she ever faced this monster.
Though incredibly fast, Montpelier's kicks were somewhat guessable. After a few more kicks, I began to lower my arms. I was not longer blocking the kicks, but evading them. I'm getting the pattern.
A quick roundhouse to my hip broke that illusion. I immediately restarted my blocking posture. I can't let my guard down, can I?
For the next minute or so, Montpelier continued to kick and barrel forwards as I slowly fell back. Then, Montpelier's kicks began to slow down.
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She was running out of energy. That must be her weak point.
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I continued to weave around the kicks, taking the occasional shove and skims. All I have to do is out last her. This seems easy.
Her legs began to slow back into focus. Her black leggings, which used to create an after-mirage of limbs, began to tear. This is my chance. Run forwards, tap her head, and claim victory. All I have to do is wait.
Montpelier was almost out of energy. She started panting, her feet rooted to the ground for seconds at a time. It's almost over. Just overextend.
Kick
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She chambered right her leg and pushed through a front kick. This was it!
I rushed forwards as Montpelier fell back. Fall back? She had amazing balance. Something was wrong. She wasn't panting anymore. I briefly glimpsed at her hand which dug into the dirt. This was a trap, but…
She's that skilled?
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Her right leg retracting gave me all the information I needed. I smiled.
As her leg passed my legs forwards, I dug my feet into the ground. I really hope she tries it.
"Yes." I grinned.
Montpelier curled up to a ball, pulling both legs off the ground as her arm buckled. She aligned her body upwards at a 45 degree angle, and shot out.
I instantly dropped to the ground as both of her legs passed my head.
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A two legged kick.
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It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as Indy.
Nah, who am I kidding. Indy is obviously 100 times cuter.
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"Good job!" I backed up from her and wiped some sweat. "You would have had m-"
Montpelier groaned. She was lying in the mud on her side, clutching her now oddly twisted arm.
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Ohhh crap, I'm going to get in so much trouble.
I carried Montpelier in my arms and quickly brought her inside my dorm.
Footnotes:
(1): Intrepid once wore Essex's Enterprise T-shirt by accident. Essex then poured applesauce over her pants and forced her to switch shirts in the car.
(2): Pennsylvania wasn't paid enough to deal with two freeloaders
(3): If you were really thankful, you would BUY MY MERCH - Saratoga, probably
(4): Okay, I'm not joking, Portland is literally 2 inches longer than Montpelier. She was 610 feet 3 inches to Montpelier's 610 feet one inch. (If you thought in the other department, go to horni jail)
Okay. I was going to write about Indy, but I suddenly got this really cool idea!
Hear me out, It will be revealed in the next chapter or so.
I am getting a stroke of genius, holy crap!
Anyways, see you next week!
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Okay, waiting might be painful.
Let's just say Tournament Arc.
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