Roga, unsurprisingly, complied with the clearly crazed Battleship, describing the rough heading and timeline for their arrival, before getting into the details.
"T-The Kanmusu fleet, from what I-Mae's sources saw, had at least three Battleships, your sister, one of the Kongous, and a Nagato, along with a trio of torpedo squadrons to screen for them," she stuttered out, still held in the vice-like grip of the Iowa-class, "those are all escorts though, for the five Carriers they have."
New Jersey didn't let go of the Wo-class, though she did ease off a little, letting the Carrier's heeled boots touch the ground again, "Five Carriers... and they were all IJN craft?" she asked.
"We spotted Japanese Zeros and Nakajima's, as well as American Wildcats, also a few Zuiun Floatplanes-" The Wo started, only to let out a small grunt as Jersey squeezed her foretentacle warningly.
"That is not what I asked you," she growled.
"...Mae identified the fleet Carriers Kaga and Akagi, as well as the Seaplane Tender Chiyoda, from the descriptions given to her," Roga started, as Agame and Rokku behind her finally stopped trembling in each other's arms, "We don't know who the other two are, only that one fits the description of a Casablanca Escort-Carrier, while the other is an unidentified Super-Carrier," she finished.
"A Super Carrier?" Jersey asked, cocking her head to the side slightly in confusion.
"Larger than any I've ever seen," Roga affirmed, "Its capabilities are unknown, though she was launching Zeros, so it's likely she was Japanese."
"Hmmph," Jersey squinted, deep in thought as she tried to remember, "I don't remember any IJN Super Carrier worth the name, and she was larger than the Akagi?" She asked for clarification.
When Roga affirmed, the Battleship nodded, more to herself than the Carrier in front of her, "Could be another late-bloomer, like Battle Cat," The massive woman seemed to drift off then, "The times they are a' changin'..."
...
Roga, still held by the Hime, coughed slightly, trying to get New Jersey's attention.
Said woman didn't respond, at least, not to her.
"Iowa..." A small grin etched itself on Jersey's face, "If it could be anyone... could it be you?" she seemed to ask herself.
"Uh," Jersey's head snapped back to face Roga, as the Carrier tried again, "So, now you know, so... we really need to head back, tell Mae Crizzette-Hime what happened and all, so...?" The Carrier made a small tug, inferring that New Jersey let her go.
"Oh!" New Jersey said, uncharacteristically perky, "of course!"
Her grip tightened.
Roga had just a moment to widen her eyes, before her vision went white with pain, "GEAAAH!" The Carrier was brought to her knees, as Jersey ripped her left tentacle out by the root. The appendage, while strong enough to entrap a Ru's arm, was unable to resist the Princess's monstrous strength as the shriek of tearing metal filled the air.
"What the fuck!" Agame yelled, throwing herself in front of Rokku as she trained her shaking guns on an uncaring Jersey, who stared at the twitching tentacle in her hand.
"Careful now, Construct," She said slowly, dangerously, letting the appendage curl around her hand in it's dying spasms, "you may put out someone's bridge lights with those." The massive Battleship knelt, to where Roga gasped in pain, "consider that a fucking message."
"Weh... Why?" Roga choked out, hands clasped around the damage.
"Did you think I fucking FORGOT about that lost shipment?" Jersey asked rhetorically, lightly tapping the top of Roga's flight deck with one closed fist, "I'm tired of Mae's excuses, and tired of her 'intercepted' caravans!" She straightened, "you go back to Mae, and you tell her that I have lost. My. Pa̴̹̹͘tience."
New Jersey looked up at the two other capital ships in the room, who jumped slightly at the attention, "...Well? Get this fu̵̇͜cking Shoukaku-shith̸͕̦͑͘è̵̫ad out of my TENT!" She roared.
Agame and Rokku practically scrambled to collect the still-groaning Roga, beating a hasty retreat outside, where Jersey could hear a few screams of terror, that quickly quieted as the ships ran further away.
...
The officers and radiomen went back to their business silently, having only briefly stopped to watch the show.
New Jersey stood silently, eyes closed as they worked around her, "-It WAS mercy," she said suddenly.
The Revenant next to her, on its way to mark something on the map, paused for a moment, before realizing it wasn't being addressed and carrying on with its business.
"..."
Jersey walked towards the tent flap, "No, they aren't for eating," she continued, "they told me my sister was coming, that deserves a reward," she opened the tent flap, to be face-to-face with her Rigging, which had been waiting outside.
It craned its thick neck, to look at where the trio of Mae's vessels were practically sprinting away from the camp.
"...?"
"No." Jersey spat, "They leave with their lives," before pausing, cocking her head to one side in thought.
"..." "
Jersey held out her arm, and her Rigging surged forward, chomping down on the ripped-off tentacle in Jersey's grip.
The Battleship let go, letting the appendage disappear down her Rigging's gullet like a spaghetti noodle, "Glutton," she grunted.
"..."
Jersey snorted, before turning, heading back into the command tent, "Ring up Maddox and Galveston," She told the radioman, "we are going to be entertaining Kanmusu guests shortly, and I want us to have all of our party favors ready."
Roga groaned pitifully, even as the trio of ships fled the Abyssal encampment, the Japanese Wo-class supported by the two other capital ships, "That woman is insane!" Agame hissed loudly.
"Mae's spectacles, y-your... i-it's just gone!" Rokku stuttered, supporting the other Carrier, even as she tried to keep her horrified gaze off of the hole where the Wo's foretentacle had been.
They carried on like this for another few hundred meters, before Roga gestured at them to stop, "Let go," the two carried on for a moment, "I said let GO damn you!" the other two complied, letting the Carrier reorient herself.
Roga felt around the edge of the empty pit on her Rigging's left side, wincing as her gloved hand came away oily, "Fuck," she said succinctly, "...at least Mae has proper docks, this would be a nightmare getting repaired without one." she said, slowly straightening, even as her left eye remained screwed shut in sympathetic pain.
"Are you kidding!?" Agame cried, flabbergasted at how easily the Wo was getting over it, "she tore off one of your freakin' tentacles woman!" She gestured to Rokku, "Those are sensitive, I know they are!"
Rokku blushed a soft blue, batting the Ru in the side with one of said-tentacles, "shut uuuuuuuup!" She said, a little mortified, before quickly turning to the other Carrier, "She's right though, are you going to be okay?" She asked worriedly.
Roga seemed a little put-off by the concerned display, but shrugged regardless, hand still cupping over her wound, "I've had worse, you didn't think I was the flagship of an entire fleet without getting a few scratches, did you?" She checked the palm of her hand again, cursing and putting it back when it still came away oily, "honestly I'd be a lot more pissed about all this if I didn't know we were sinking that whore later," she ground out.
She grinned after a moment, finally able to take her hand away as the burst fuel-lines were finally isolated, "Plus, when I was tellin' her about the Kanmusu fleet?" she wiped off her glove on a passing tree, "I didn't say jack about their Submarines, did I?" She finished slyly.