With the Surface-Fleet:
Lao stared at Georgia, who sat in her Rigging limply, she was drooling a bit, her one visible eye glazed over, "What do you think she's doing?"
Chitose shrugged, "I'm not sure I want to know, to be honest, hopefully not anything we'll have to end up bearing-witness to." Lao nodded in agreement as Chitose continued, "I'm still amazed that I never thought to use my fairies like that! All this time, we could have taken control of any single one of them! But we always just focused on the planes..."
Lao kicked at the dirt a little, before shrugging herself, "Well, to be fair, how would we make the connection? Georgia came up with it, yeah, but she's a little cracked in the head."
The Abyssals in the fleet bristled at that, "HEY! Don't you insult Mom behind her back!" Hakone said, marching up and pointing her finger directly at Lao's nose.
"I concur, its quite bad form, I'm sure Anne agrees," Diane said from the side, having sat down daintily on an oversized root, legs crossed.
The named ship nodded, "Y̵u̷p̸.̷ ̵R̵u̷d̴e̶.̸."
Lao stuttered slightly as she held up her hands, "H-Hey now! I'm not meaning anything by it! I'm just saying, shes got a viewpoint I wouldn't exactly call 'common'." Hakone narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
Chitose came to the rescue then, patting the air in a calming gesture as she walked over, "Calm down Hakone, girls, while I admit, it IS a little rude, she isn't really all that wrong," The Abyssal ships turned to her, a little shocked, "You are all very young, so you don't really know any better, but the way Georgia acts... isn't exactly what you would call 'normal'" Hakone opened her mouth, but Chitose talked over her, "It's not a bad thing! Most of the time, anyway. It just means she thinks outside of the box!"
"What does this have to do with a box?" Hakone had a slightly confused expression now.
"Ah, well, you see, its a human saying that-" Chitose started to explain before she was cut off by Diane.
"This is not another of those horrid 'ships and sailors' talks, is it?" She asked warily.
Chitose balked, "No!"
Meanwhile, within the Re:
The SEAL team rushed down the halls, Lisa taking point with the Springfield they'd liberated from the guard as they made their way into what looked like a storage area. The room was labeled F-5, Fruit/Vegetables, so they had a vague idea of where they were, but from the shouts coming behind them, they had to hurry.
The first contact was a sailor carrying a large burlap sack as she turned the corner at the end of the hall ahead of them. It took her a moment to blink away her surprise, and in that time she caught a thirty-aught-six round in the chest, she fell over backward as the small team rushed over her. Lisa racking the bolt action on her rifle before beckoning the rest to move faster.
"Go, go! Through that doorway!"
Georglivia ran with the rest, only stooping slightly as she ran to scoop up an apple that had rolled out of the dropped sack.
They had just made it through the portal when Marines in black American sailors dress turned the corner from where they'd come, Lisa sent another shot at the fairies, scattering them into cover, they'd just started returning fire with their own bolt-action rifles when one of the SEALs swung the heavy metal compartment door shut, she frantically worked the heavy lock wheel handle, before she was interrupted by one of the others, who snatched a mop from the nearby wall.
"Here, now go!" And with that, jammed the mop's haft through the spokes of the wheel, jamming it.
They carried on into the next compartment, pipes and HVAC equipment dominated the room, boxes of un-used bag-filters stacked against the nearest wall.
"We must be in the AC room!" One of them said.
"Damn, and us without any tear gas," Georglivia said, before taking a bite out of her apple.
"HEY! You're not supposed to be he- 'BAM!'the engineer fell over, as Lisa racked the bolt action once again.
"Sightseeing over! Move it, girls!"
They began to hear banging from behind them, as the Marines on their tail started trying to open the jammed door behind them. "You think that'll hold 'em long?" Lisa asked.
"I don't think so..." Georgia said, before looking at the transformer built into the wall next to them, "got the C-4?" One of the SEAL's, the one with the swollen jaw, nodded, Georgia pointed at the transformer, "turn that off, take out the insulation bushings, smash the safeties, and pack some of the C-4 where the bushing was!"
"Doing, but why?" The girl said shortly, quickly opening the small metal compartment and flipping the switch, making the lights turn off as alarms blared and the Ventilation fans started winding down.
"We leave, they come in dark room, flip switch, un-insulated transformer goes crack! C-4 goes boom!" Georgia replied just as shortly, grabbing another mouthful of apple. "Gob'bit?" She asked around the fruit.
"...Yup." The SEAL did as she was told, Lisa covering the approach as the fairy pulled out the necessary parts, replacing it with quickly molded plastic explosives.
She finished just as there was the sound of snapping wood. "That's our cue!" One said, running out the door, she was quickly followed by the rest.
We rushed down the hallway, this one empty, before reaching a closed-door, labeled F-7 WPN Department. "Looks like this is it, ready gals?" I said. Looking through the window, I could see a couple of armed guards, as a handful of engineers went over my fairies' largely disassembled equipment.
"Ready to get some damn weapons beside this friggin' fork, yeah." the fairy beside me said, hefting the eating utensil she'd swiped from one of the eating sailors earlier.
"Then let's do this!" Lisa was the first one through, plugging a hole through one of the guards standing at the opposite side of the room, there was a shocked moment of silence while she worked her bolt action, before everyone scrambled.
I tackled one of the Engineers nearest to the door, bulling her to the ground, we struggled for a moment as more gunshots and sounds of fighting could be heard, rolling around on the floor, before we bumped into a table, causing a cascade of tools to fall around us. I went for a pipe wrench as she scrambled for a ball-peen hammer.
I reached mine first.
When I was sure she wouldn't be in a hurry to get up any time soon, I scoped my surroundings, most of the enemy fairies were down, the SEALs having taken them down before they could reach any of the weapons lockers. one of them was trying to wrestle the gun out of Lisa's hands, and she let her have it, stepping forward and ramming the receiver into the other girls face, before swinging up the stock to catch the side of her head.
She turned to me as I whistled appreciatively, "That was pretty brutal." I grinned.
She grinned back, "not as bad as that one!" she pointed, and I followed her gaze to where the fairy armed with the fork had... well.
Used it.
"Damn!" I turned away from the sight, sticking out my tongue, a little grossed out, "Let's get you girls some proper guns so we can-"
'BOOM!'
We all jumped at the explosion, before I whooped, "...HA! Got 'em!" I raised my arms up in celebration.
"Get me the med-kit, would yah?" One of the other SEALs said, hands wrapped around her bleeding right leg, "I took a round through my calf and it hurts like a bastard.
"Hub, Buwweps hurp, whoob 'ab pot?" The fairy with the swollen jaw said.
"Huh?"
"She said, 'huh, bullets hurt, who'd have thought?" the wounded fairy said in a pained deadpan, before looking at the fairy in question, "also, fuck you."
Outside:
"HRK!" The Re clutched her chest suddenly, wheezing a little as she bent over. The ships came to a halt, even the Re's tail looking over, seemingly concerned.
"Alright 'wheeze' there's definitely something 'wheeze' wrong!" She forced out, looking at the others, "give me a minute." She turned inwards.
"What the hell is going on down here?!" She asked her Captains, there was a moment, beforeall of them seemed to answer her at once. "ONE AT A TIME!" She shouted.
"I just got reports of explosions near the aft weapons locker, near the aft AC room where we were going over the prisoner's belongings, and some of the marines reported that they escaped from their cell!" The Battleship Captain said worriedly.
"What! Well, what are you waiting for! RE-capture them!" There was a mortified pause. "Yeah, I know, and I'm not'wheeze' apologizing."
The Battleship Captain seemed to shake herself, "Right, I'll send out a general alert and dispatch additional security teams to the armory, and see if we can pin them down before they can cause more damage."
"Well hurry up! And keep me in the loop if they try anything else!" the Re-class looked back at the two other Abyssal warships, rubbing her chest idly, "well girls, I think I might have a wee bit of a problem."
The Marines took position in the hallway, crouching down in the side passages with their rifles trained on the door. The prisoners had barricaded themselves in the room, and they were waiting on some satchel charges to be brought up so they could breach the room.
One of them looked over to her Sargent, about to speak, when the door simply opened outward.
The fairies quickly opened fire, sending streams of .45 rounds downrange into the open doorway with their Thomsons, before an elongated grenade flew around the corner.
"Grena-!"
The stun grenade went off. The Marines, blinded, deafened, and some suffering chemical burns, nonetheless kept their fire up, though it was far wilder.
The SEALs moved in, M4's sweeping the hall in accurate bursts, a couple of them took body shots from inaccurate return fire, but the .45 ammo didn't pierce the body armor they now wore, simply throwing off their aim and staggering them.
The hallway cleared, the Fairys ran, one giving a shoulder to the Fairy with the leg injury, who limped along as fast as she was able. They met only scattered resistance along the halls, the crew apparently not having expected their security teams to be routed so quickly.
"Alright! Hangers are probably that way!" The pointwoman said, pointing down the junction to where a couple of fairies in Aviation gear quickly fled through a door, screaming their merry heads off.
Georglivia stopped, turning to Lisa, "Aight, I'mma head out for a quick second, I'll get the fleet moving in to attack, just stick to the plan ok?"
"Alright, just try not to accidentally blast us before we manage it, ok?" The fairy nodded.
"Sure thing! Now, hold me!"
"Wha-?" Lisa reflexively wrapped her arms around Georglivia, and soon the fairy slumped briefly in Lisa's arms, before looking up at her.
"Uh, that is SO weird, I..." Olivia looked down, to where their little bodies were pressed against each other, "Oh Lisa, you can touch me all you want, but there's a time and place~!"
Lisa dropped her.
"OW! My fucking nose!"
"Dumbass."