Disclaimer: Indy Best Girl
Now normally, I would probably do something important or long for the 50th chapter. But I just took an AP test soooooooooo
Reviews:
WarCorgi: I would absolutely love to talk about Monty being drugggggg- FBI, Nope I'm not doing anything sketchy... Not me!
The One: Yes indeed. Might stray a bit too far from the plan, but it'll all work out. Right?
Severak: I'm not even gonna deny it at this point lol. My only idea is that they want to return to the surface. But is that all?
Portland's POV:
"Hey Portland." Intrepid waved to me as she walked into the court. "Why are you always here before both of us?"
"Yeah." Montpelier tacked on. "What do you even do during the day?"
"Well." I recalled my memories. "I woke up at 5 to perform the morning Indy Rituals. Then I drink my morning coffee and train from 7 to 9. After that, I go on a short jog and finish several chores. After eating lunch, I spend an hour until 1 for my afternoon Indy services and then I spend the next two hours spreading the word of Indy and guess what? Now it's 3 o'clock and I get to teach you!" (1)
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"Portland?" Intrepid muttered. "Um…"
"What about school?" Montpelier concluded.
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"What about school?" I asked.
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"Portland?" Intrepid warned me. "Have you not been doing any of your required work this entire time?"
"Work is relative." I explained. "When I have to choose between my work and my religion, can you really blame me that I follow my heart?"
"Yes." They said in unison.
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"Think about it this way." I tried a different approach. "You have a deep affection with a friend that has a far different way of life than you. You really want to keep your relationship with her, even though several barriers impede on your every move. But in order to stay together, you have to sacrifice lots of time and other hobbies just for her. But you love her that much that it doesn't matter to you. You've already dropped so far, are you really going to leave her now? Would you leave her?"
"No." Intrepid shook her head. "That is why we are going to force her into school so that she doesn't get decommissioned."
"I'm different." I began. "I already have served my time in the navy. We need to form I-"
"No you're not." Montpelier pointed at me. "You matter just as much to us as Indy matters to you."
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"I'm not letting my only rival fail because she refuses to study." Montpelier added on, flustered.
"That's a bit more than I would admit, but sure." Intrepid patted Montpelier's hair tufts.
"Oi." Montpelier batter her hand away in a Hamman-esque fashion.
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Hamman... It's been a long time since I thought about her. I wonder how she's doing. Astoria and Atlanta as well. I wonder…
Would the Sirens also be able to refloat them as well?
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No. We can not deal with the Sirens.
But Enterprise already made arrangements, right? Might as well explo-
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But we could get more ships to fi-
"Stop!" I accidentally shouted out loud.
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"Portland?" Intrepid looked concerned.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well." I rubbed my head.
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"That's not going to let you off the hook." Montpelier grabbed my collar and began to pull me away.
"Good thinking." Intrepid lifted my feet off the ground.
"Oi!" I waved my arms. "Where are you taking me?! This is a Kidnapping! HELP ME IND-"
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"Do you seriously don't know how to do Trigonometry?" Montpelier rubbed her head. "This is quite basic math."
"I don't wanna do it..." I laid my head on the desk, frustrated. Why are triangles so darn difficult?! Honestly, who really needs to know what tangants are? It's so dumb...
"It's fine." Intrepid patted my head. "Shapes are hard."
"Do you want me to teach you trigonometry as well?" Montpelier smugly puffed out her chest. "Teaching two people is a piece of cake for me!"
"Maybe later." Intrepid laughed it off. "How about we do something else?"
"Sure." I flipped through the math book. There's really noth-
"What is that!" I pointed to the INDY in the middle of the page.
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"That's kinda calculus." Montpelier shrugged it off and began to close the book. "That stuff is quite hard; how about we change to a different subject?"
"I can teach it." Intrepid took a different sheet of paper and stuck it before Montpelier could close the text.
"Here." Intrepid reopened the text and began pointing. "This I is kinda not an I. It's the symbol for an integral. This n that's pointing to infinity is the limit. The Dy here has something to do with derivatives, which is like the change in slope or stuff. In real terms, Acceleration is kinda like the derivative of speed. I'm not sure why they used Y instead of X though." (2)
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"You know math?" I turned to her.
"I mean, it's kinda common knowledge. If somebody near the bottom 30% of her class understands it, then it's not that hard." Intrepid bit her lip, preparing to be berated. "Right Montpelier?"
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Montpelier was huddled up in the corner of the room.
"Intrepid's not smarter than me, right?" She muttered over and over again to herself, wrapping herself in a blanket. "She's not… She's not…"
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"Do we leave her like this?" I asked.
"I mean…" Intrepid knocked on her head. "Montpelier, are you there?"
Montpelier store emptily at Intrepid.
"Did we break her again?" I turned to Intrepid.
"For such a feisty cruiser, she is quite fragile." Intrepid sighed before picking Montpelier up. "Come 'ere you big baby."
"What are you going to do?" I asked as we walked out of the room.
"I'm going to throw her into the ocean." Intrepid planned out murder.
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"You seem to be rather enthusiastic…" I noted Intrepid's devious smile.
"Whattt?" Intrepid denied, laughing softly. "I would never…"
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"So far am I allowed to throw her?" Intrepid asked.
"Twenty meters." I compromised.
"Two hundred meters? Well I heard two hundred." Intrepid hooked Montpelier's shirt to her landing deck and activated the steam catapult. (3)
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"I. Hate. Both. Of. You." Montpelier shivered with either rage or numbness. Possibly both.
"What a coincidence." Intrepid rubbed her soaked hair. "So do I!"
"I've heard toasted Carriers are in season." Montpelier's voice trembled with passive aggressiveness.
"At least you've taken your bath for the month." Intrepid put a towel around Montpelier.
"Oh." Montpelier mocked bitterly. "How clever. Maybe you need to take your yearly bath as well. Trust me, the ocean water is quite tepid."
"Don't be so crabby, come on. Do you want Mommy to give you some huggie wuggies?" Intrepid stuffed in her laughter as she began to dry Montpelier off.
"Try me." Montpelier scathed.
"Allright." Intrepid squeezed Montpelier.
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"Your breath stinks."
"Your hair stinks."
"Gee, I wonder who threw me into the literal place all the fish pee in."
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"Oi." Somebody shouted at me as I was walking back home to start my Indy session.
"?" I turned around chewing on the paper bag.
"Here." The fake Indy threw me a bag of chips. "We need to talk."
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"What does the heretic want?" I finished the bag before opening the chips.
"Join the Summer Tournament." Independence threw me a clipboard. Attached to it was a filled out form with everything except the signature.
"No." I dropped the board and turned back around. Will I make it home in time?
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"Portland." Independence grabbed my shoulder. "Join the fight."
"No." I sped up my pace. If she keeps on bothering me, I won't reach home in time for the Sunset Indy Ceremony! Oh, you better not...
"Why?" Independence ran beside me.
"Why should I?" I turned my face away from the pestering bug. I need to really hurry up for my Indy Recital. If only I could get rid of this worst Indy.
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"Listen." Independence grabbed my neck and turned it to her. "What do you want? Money? I know you're quite poor, we can fix that."
"I live comfortably." I crushed my temptation.
"How about a reversal of your disciplinary punishments?" Independence offered. "We'll return your battlestars and let you retire with honor."
"I don't need your petty honors and battlestars." I rejected. "They mean nothing to me."
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"Is there anything that will convince you to join?" Independence took my arm and argued into my ear. "Do you want a better prosthetic leg? New equipment? A training room?"
"You can not force me to do anything." I walked past her. "I don't want to deal with you lot anymore. I have business to do."
"How about this..." Independence droned.
The alarm on my watch beeped.
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I missed my Indy practice.
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"Leave me." I ordered Independence.
"Join the festival." Independence pleaded.
"I already told you." I held in my irritation. "No means no."
"Don't be a coward." Independence started. "We ne-"
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"Coward?" I scoffed. "Coward?! Who are you calling a Coward!?"
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I planted my feet in the ground and pointed directly at Independence, letting my rage overflow. "It is you all that are Cowards! I was there fighting in EVERY single battle of the Pacific! Where is my credit!? Is Enterprise's Doolittle buffoonery that much more important?
I marched at the carrier. "If your so-called glorious Enterprise had been at Coral Sea, perhaps Lexington wouldn't have been sunk! If Lexington had been at Midway, perhaps Yorktown wouldn't have been sunk! And if EITHER of those three had been at Guadalcanal, perhaps all my friends wouldn't be dead! It is YOUR fault! Take some DAMN responsibility, don't blame me!"
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"Beat me in the tournament." Independence responded.
"I don't deal with pigs." I left her behind.
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"Beat me, and I will bring Indianapolis back."
Footnotes:
(1): Portland might have left out her daily Indy... "appreciations"
(2): Don't trust my math lmao. I never took calculus.
(3): In reality, Intrepid launched her 350 meters.
Looks like the Tournament Stakes were just raised.
When was the last time we saw Indy? Like chapter 14 or something?
That's like 9 months ago. Holy crap.
Maybe she's changed a bit.
But Indy doesn't change, right...?
Anyways, Tournament! See you next week!