Disclaimer: Indy Best Girl
Remember when I said Tournament Arc?
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Yeah. Me neither.
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Reviews:
Hi: Honestly, It's kinda both. In history, Portland didn't do much after Guadalcanal, so I might as well sprinkle in some caffeine and shenanigans.
Severak: Well, the significance of the Portland-Intrepid-Monty trio is hopefully going to be revealed very soon. But for now, enjoy the banter!
The One: When you find the personal album, forward it to me plz.
John: Monty sure isn't pulling her weight in the cult. I wonder what we could do to change that? MUA-HAHAHAHHAHAHA-
Portland's POV:
"Let's try doing that again." I dropped my posture and went over to correct Intrepid's stance.
"This isn't fine?" Intrepid asked as I readjusted her arm.
"Well, it works occasionally." I brought up her elbow. "The problem is that when you punch, you-"
"You can get roundhouse kicked from the other side." Montpelier moved to demonstrate.
"I would assume a punch is much faster, but that fits the point." I stopped Montpelier from kicking Intrepid's side for the fourth time today.
"You're far too greedy." Intrepid pulled on the Light Cruiser's cheeks.
"Stop it too." I broke Montpelier from Intrepid's grip.
"Meenie." Montpelier stuck out her tongue, but quickly withdrew it once Intrepid made a grab towards it.
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Oh dear Indy.
"Listen, we can't continue if you both continue to fight all session long." I rubbed my head.
"Then throw her out." They pointed at each other.
"No." I shook my head. "We need to learn to work together."
"No we don't?" Montpelier raised her eyebrows. "I'm a cruiser, She's an aircraft carrier. I am supposed to be fighting in the front lines while lazy bums like her just play with planes because they're special."
"Huh?" Intrepid threw her arms in the air. "At least I provide battle impact! All you do during missions is sit around and look pretty while I actually sink ships!"
"That's not how naval engagement works." I began. "You must work together in order to function cohesively in a battle."
"How do you know?" Montpelier raised her eyebrows.
Really?
I opened my coat.
"Is that Porn?" Intrepid pointed at my versatile Indy stash. (1)
I closed my coat and showed them the other side.
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Intrepid looked a bit confused.
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Due to your disloyal and unmeritorious service to the Eagle Union, Portland (CA-33) shall be straipped of her battlestars.
I double checked. It's was all gone.
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Montpelier snorted.
"I had like eight." I coughed. "Anyways, the point being that Aircraft Carriers and Anti Air Cruisers must synergize together to form a cohesive task force!"
"I assume that statement was far above your vocabulary level." Montpelier commented.
"Anything is far above your head." Intrepid snarked.
"You see!" I pointed at them, snapping my fingers. "When we get into a real battle, you two will be the first to sink!"
"I bet it will be the midget first." Intrepid offered.
"Listen." I rubbed my forehead. "When you two get to the front, you guys are going to have to work together. And it is this dependency that must forge trust and faith."
"I doubt that I could trust this unreliable piece of junk." Montpelier pointed.
"I second that." Intrepid glared.
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"How about this." I groaned. "If you two can work together and beat me tomorrow, then I'll get each one of you a special treat, okay?"
"No thank you!" Montpelier denied on the spot.
"Perhaps Cruisers and Carriers are not meant to be friends." Intrepid compromised.
"A lot of my best friends are carriers!" I defended. "It is this Cruiser-Carrier dependency that drives relationships."
"What Carrier friends do you have?" Montpelier scoffed.
"Lexington, Yorktown, Hornet, Saratoga..." I listed off the top of my head. "You get the gist."
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"Lexington?" Intrepid narrowed her eyes.
"Isn't she…" Montpelier began to mutter.
"She passed away at Coral Sea." I told them. "I don't think they'll let that pass the censors though."
"No she's still alive." Intrepid shook her head.
"No." I refuted. "Basically, at co-"
"No, Intrepid's right for the first time today." Montpelier interrupted.
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I suppose they have been brainwashed by Saratoga's propaganda. I can't help that.
"You g-"
"No." Montpelier held up her hand. "She teaches Torpedos 2 and 3?"
"As well as fighter basics." Intrepid added.
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What?
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Lexington's Alive?
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I stopped right in front of the double doors of the lecture hall. The little plaque on the side affirmed Intrepid. "Lexington: Torpedos Trainer." But didn't she sink? I clearly remember her burning to death. How did she come back?
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I knocked on the doors.
"Come on in!" Lexington shouted.
That was certainly Lexington. How?
I opened the doors and strolled on in. The lecture hall had grown since I last saw it: On one side, a platform with a podium and walls of chalkboards; On the other, elevated seats and desks crammed together to provide the largest capacity possible. Lexington was sitting on the side of the room, surrounded with papers.
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She's Real?
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"Lexington?" I ran up to her. "Is that really you?"
"Yes?" Lexington put her pen down. "Do you need any help? I'm already booked for next week on demonstrations and training sessions, though."
"No, Lexington!" I hugged her. "It's me!"
"Do I know you?" Lexington asked.
I let go of her.
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What?
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"You do seem quite familiar." Lexington inspected me. "But I don't think you take my class."
"Lexington?" I stared at her.
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Surely I'm not mistaken? This is Lexington, right?
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"Hold it." Lexington snapped her fingers. "I've got it! Your name is like Indy!"
"I'm Portland." I stepped back. "Indy is my sister."
"Huh." Lexington narrowed her eyes, framing me within a finger rectangle. "For some reason, I just associate your face with Indy.
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That's odd… Anyways, nice to meet you Portland! How may I help you?"
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Is this even Lexington?
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"Lexington. How many battle stars did you have." I tested her.
"Two." Lexington answered confidently.
"Who is your sister?" I inspected her.
"Saratoga." She calmly answered.
"What job do you two have?" I circled around her.
"We are idols?" Lexington began to panic.
"Where did you fight your first major naval force?" I questioned.
"Coral Sea." Lexington responded, her stature wavering.
"What happened at Coral Sea?" I looked for any uncertainty.
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Lexington just looked at me. I glared back.
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"We need to talk." Lexington responded, pulling me aside.
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Montpelier's POV:
"Monty." Columbia shouted from across the room. "Somebody's here!"
"Oooh." Denver licked her lips. "My My. Real smooth, sis. Who's your suitor?"
"I don't have any." I shut her down.
"But who would come this late during the night?" Columbia reasoned.
"Do you want your bed cleaned?" Denver giggled. (2)
"Absolutely Not." I groaned as I opened the door. Outside was Intrepid.
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Oh boy.
"A Carrier?" Columbia judged, not even looking at us.
"I'd never thought you would be into those." Denver commented. "Interesting kink. How would that even work? Do you plan on using planes?"
"Ignore them." I closed the door behind us. "What do you want."
"Do you want to train together?" Intrepid asked.
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Carefully back away...
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"No." I hastily reopened the door and made a dash inside.
"Wait." Intrepid caught me by my collar. Aghhhh. Stupid legs. "Hear me out."
"I would rather sleep." I tried to enter my house. Intrepid strangled my movement with her grip.
"Montpelier, listen." Intrepid's breath forced me to cover my nose. "Portland is going to be recalled to the front."
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What? She's going!?
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Wait no. She isn't going back. With all the stigma against this failure of Guadalcanal, there is no way she can ever return to the frontlines.
This is obviously a lie.
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You shouldn't fall for such lies, Montpelier. What would Aniki think? (3)
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"How would you even know this?" I tested her. Let's see this Carrier squirm.
"I overheard my sister." Intrepid whispered. Plausible enough. "This is quite possibly the last chance you may get to fight her at full strength. You don't want to have never beat Portland in your life, right?"
"I'm not that petty to be bothered by something like that." I lied. Intrepid glared at me.
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I suppose that didn't work.
"What would you gain from doing this?" I shot back.
"I suppose I just want to help you out, I guess?" Intrepid shrugged.
"There's definitely an alternative motive." I inspected her. "Spit it out."
"I want for you to owe me a favor." Intrepid honestly answered.
"Not happening." I walked back to the poarch. I pity her honesty. Who does this Carrier think she is? Does she believe that she could have manipulated me by the mere possibility of winning against my rival? I'm not that large of an imbecile! She is a complete idiot, walking all the way over here knowing that I will never accept this terrible offer. How doltish do you ha-
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I turned the doorknob once again.
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I knocked on the door.
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I walked to the side and glared through the window. Columbia shrugged, holding a stack of late passes on the other side of the window.
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My sisters are utter sellouts.
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I turned back around. Intrepid deviously grinned.
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"Do you need a place to stay the night?" The devil bargained.
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Just you wait, I will murder Every. Single. One. Of. You.
Footnotes:
(1): "It's not Porn, it's religious literature."
(2): I wonder what is under Montpelier's bed? ( ಠ ͜ʖಠ)
(3): At this sudden moment, Aniki had a spurt of coughing. Helena patted her back for a bit before inviting her back into the bed.
Allright.
No more beating around the bush.
Next chapter is the Portland Vs Intrepid & Montpelier.
Place your bets now!
Siscon Vs Siscon & the only sane carrier to date!
Anyways, see you next week!