Chapter 1: Tora, Tora, Tora! Pearl Harbor pt. 1

December 7th, 1941

Pennsylvania POV:

"How's the refit going on my ship so far?"

This morning on the day of inspections and dilly-doing to prepare for when the fleet would have to sortie one day when the words came from the top brass, was one of the most beautiful mornings I had experienced in a long while. Even though the mornings in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii were always beautiful, especially when the sun came over the horizon, this one felt especially beautiful.

The brisk sea wind, the coolness of the air, and the overall mood in the port of being a bit more cheerful than usual, this just felt like a special morning to not just me, but it would seem the whole rest of the port and kansens as well, with some sailors playing catch with each other and others doing their causal routines with a bit more of a relaxed mood.

"All coming along at a nice speed, should be able to get you back in operation in probably a week or so," the 1st mate of the captain of the Pennsylvania said as he handed me a report of the refits that had been completed.

"After we're done with the propeller screws and replacing them, it should be just some polishing up after that and you should be done," the 1st mate said in a cheerful tone, with a little bit of energetic energy poking out from the corners of his deep, smooth voice.

"Very well, I'll report to the captain then to give him my status report," I replied in my calm and "nice" sounding voice that I had been given upon my birth as a kansen, and the "nice" part having been referred to by the sailors that I had and have worked with in the past and present, although, I didn't see what was so appealing in my voice that it sounded "nice".

"Ah, you don't have to do that, Penny, the captain is preparing for a meeting with the fleet commander scheduled for a little later, and said that you didn't have to give him your daily status report for today," the 1st mate replied in a hasty tone and a bit of a surprised face, which meant he most likely forgot to tell me until now, typical 1st mate.

"Ahh, and you forgot to tell me something important again until the last moment for the thousandth time." I replied in a bit of a dry stare since this had not been the first time this had happened between us, and clearly wouldn't be the last.

"Hehe, sorry. I just got caught up in a lot of projects that have been caught under my nose recently," the 1st mate replied with an apologetic tone and face, tilting his head down while his right-hand scratch the back of his neck, his eyes turning away from me towards the crate on my left.

"Sighs deeply, ok, I'll let you off this time, but next time I might have to do something, got it?" I said with a soft, but hard tone that had become customary between me and him, one that I didn't use for anyone else, not even Ari, my sister.

"Ok, than- huh?" the 1st mate was in the process of saying "thanks" but I cut him off when I kissed him on the cheek lightly, catching him off guard.

"Hehe, consider that your punishment, Tucker" I knew he gets embarrassed anytime someone called John by his real name, especially his last name, and he got beet red within seconds.

"Haha, it's alright, I'll go and see if there's anything for me to do now since I don't have to turn in my status report today, so I'll see you later then,"

"A-alright, I'll see you l-later, Penny," the 1st mate recovered enough to speak almost flawlessly, but her was clearly still embarrassed after that "ordeal".

I gave John one last little kiss on the cheek, albeit a bit closer to his mouth this time on purpose to show I would be talking with him later, and not just with our words.

After I had revived the news that I did not need to turn in my status report today, I headed to my ship to inspect some things that had popped up on the list to make sure they were ready for retrofitting when we got to those parts of the refitting. As I made my way to my ship, I recognized a familiar face near the entrance of the broad walk to my ship.

"Captain Charles M. Cookie, Jr.? What are you doing here, I thought you were preparing for a meeting with Admiral Kimmel later for today?" I asked as I approached him in a bit of a confused tone. Had the 1st mate not told me something he forgot to relay to me before I could leave him in all the confusion that his mind had probably been in?

"Ahh, if it isn't Pennsylvania herself. About the meeting, I had sent a runner to inform my 1st mate about the cancelation of the meeting so he could relay it to you, but I guess my runner got caught up in the general relaxed mood of things and probably forgot about the thing entirely, hehe," the captain of my ship responded in a light and heartfelt tone.

As I stood there figuring things out in my head about what he had just said, John came running up to us from behind me, which caught me by surprise.'

"Am I too late to inform you on the news I just received, or no?" John said as he caught his breath, tensed up in case I slapped him because of his "mistake"

"Ah, I'm afraid you're a bit too late for it, sully. Maybe next time if my runner is not so laid back," Captain Charles informed his 1st mate as he looked at me, seeing what I would do to him this time.

"Sighs lightly Well, I can't be too mad at you if you just received the news, no? Instead," I replied as John came eye to eye with me as he had regained his breath.

"Instead wha-!?" John started as I kissed him passionately, eliciting a couple of stares and whoops from the nearby sailors that were paying attention to us, and Captain Charles to lightly chuckle at us for how he would probably later claim his 1st mate was getting more action than he had in forever.

After I had released my lips from his and probably made him get a bit turned on, I turned to Captain Charles who was silently looking at us with a smile on his face as we kissed as so not to disturb us. "That will be the "punishment" for your 1st mate as a failure to inform me of your current status, sir," I said as John tried his best to refrain from touching me in a more private area that would most likely result in him getting slapped first, then thrown in the water at the nearest convenient point.

"Haha, as always, you never fail to impress me, Penny. Come, I need some help with some stuff on the bridge, and I'm sure you would be a huge help if you were there." Captain Charles said in his heartfelt tone as he began to make his way up the broad walk. Me and John followed him, with John following behind me so as not to make it obvious he was staring at me, which I didn't mind as we had gotten "intimate" before, but very few people knew of that event besides me and him, Captain Charles being one of those few people.

As we reached the bridge of the Pennsylvania, I looked at a clock that was in the room of the bridge, the time just then reading 7:34.

"7:34, huh." I remarked as John came into the room.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you both, but the runner also said that some messages came in over the radios just earlier that are still being decoded, but their all badly scrambled and apparently the boys at the Opana Point radar station picked up a massive swarm of aircraft coming in from the north." John finished as he looked at us and then at me, prepared to take an actual slap to the face for it.

"Huh, I'm pretty sure the massive swarm of aircraft coming in from the north is probably the B-17's coming in from the mainland, but the radio messages? Why would any of our boys send out such garbled radio messages to our radio stations at this time?" I asked as I began to ponder what they could be about. Possible men having to ditch because of low fuel or that they were attacked by something? But if they had been attacked, then who? Who would attack measly, lone aircraft if nothing else but to keep surprise?

"The radio messages probably mean only one thing, and that is a surprise attack, if anything." Captain Charles said as he came to a similar conclusion as I just had in my mind.

"But why? Why would someone want to attack here, of all places, where we have some of the most powerful defenses to defend this place and where we have, our," I cut myself off as I realized that they, whoever they were, were most likely after our most prized fleet in the Pacific and that they wanted to put it down under before something big happened that would call us to arms.

Captain Charles and John seemed to agree with me as though they could read my thoughts, as they both nodded in agreement with me.

"I think we should probably alert all men to battle stations just in case," John said as we switched our focus to the matter that he had brought up.

"No. Even if it is a real deal thing, we can't be too sure right now, and I can't just call all men to general quarters when there's nothing to fight currently, and the alarms of the ship being called to general quarters would begin to cause chaos and disorder across the harbor if the "enemy" never shows up." Captain Charles responded in a direct and to-the-point tone, clearly not wanting to be put on the spotlight as the one who would have caused all this if he had called the ship to general quarters.

"Y-you're right, sorry. If they never do show up and it just turns out to be a false alarm, well, I wouldn't want to have you court marshaled over what I suggested. It was just my senses kicking in, sir," John replied in a defeated tone, clearly putting himself down because of his rash decision he had made.

I felt a ping of pity hit my heart where it hit most, and as I moved in close to John and lifted his head with my hand, I said "Charles, can you leave us while I take care of him?"

Charles knew instantly what was about to happen, so he nodded his approval and headed out, closing the door behind him on his way out.

"Penny… you don't have to do this," John said in a bit of a sad tone, which added to my pity for him.

"Hmph, if you say that any more, I'll just feel more pity for you, my love," I said in a seductive, yet saddened tone, which immediately got to shut him up.

"Just leave everything to me," I said before I passionately kissed him, my tongue fighting for dominance over his, and his with mine. As we started kissing, John touched me on my butt, which normally would result in him being slapped, then thrown into the nearest big body of water possible, but once I let go and let my instincts and guard down, I let him touch me no matter where it was.

As we let go of each-others mouths, John began to undo my outfit, but I wasn't about to let me get undone first, and quickly moved to unbutton his shirt and unbelt and unzip his pants, which fell right to the floor once loose. My advance caught him off guard, so much that by the time he had recovered, I had reduced him to his underwear. But after he recovered, though, he immediately finished unzipping my outfit and getting it off me, sexual instinct taking over his actions and thoughts.

After I had been reduced to my panties, because John had me stripped of my bra as well, he managed to corner me to the command desk that had been in the middle of the room, and pushed me onto the desk, not too hard, but enough to make me go down. He then pulled off his last remaining article of clothing and then slowly pulled my panties down from the sides, pulling them down to the middle of my legs.

"Don't you think we're missing something, my love?" I asked in a seductive tone, wondering if he was thinking of the same thing.

"Hmm? Oh, ahh hehe, of course, if you don't mind being gagged to keep the whole rest of the ship from knowing, but what to use?" John questioned as he looked around, seeing a perfect, red-colored rope on the desk which I laid upon. He immediately grabbed it and put the rope in my mouth, tying it tight at the back of my head. The rope was thick, but felt like it was right for the getting the job done.

John clearly was incredibly turned on as his dick was sticking out like a sore thumb. He grabbed his incredibly huge cock, which was something at 12 inches now, and aimed it at my vagina, which was starting to leak my fluids and was wide open as I had become incredibly turned on at that point as well, and my mind was starting to go crazy with thoughts of me wanting him to penetrate me. My mind wouldn't get that relief that I had hoped for immediately, with John beginning to rub his dick up and down on my hole while he grabbed the sides of my body at my curves, probably getting a dose of satisfaction as he heard my moans, I'll be it muffled by the rope.

As John continued to rub his dick on my vagina, my moans became more pleaful, with me eventually begging him to bang me hard the best I could through the rope on my mouth. I could have just forced him to do it as my hands were still free, but I refrained from it because I did not want to be "punished" for my defiance and not letting him have his share of pleasure. That was when, when he was moving his dick up my vagina, did he penetrate me when he slipped it into my hole.

The resulting pleasure was enough to make even the mightiest of the kansens moan so loud. John began to pound me while I moaned my heart out with the rope in my mouth, moaning so loud I wondered if the whole ship really did hear us getting it on. After he creampied my hole and sucked on my breasts a bit, I moved to give him my rear for him to doit to my butthole, and he took me up on the offer, immediately aiming his cock at my rear hole and, at first gently pushing it in, before he began to pound me from my rear hole, me once again moan so loud that I wondered if the whole ship could actually hear us.

After he creampied my rear hole, I wanted to go another round, and John agreed, but he said to keep in my position, which I wondered why he wanted to do my butthole again when I realized, too late, that he was going to do my front hole from the back. My legs had parted enough for him to do my front from the back, and he didn't waste any time eating my front hole from the back side of my body, pounding my womb so deep and hard that I was overcome with pleasure and love that he did it that way.

Once he had creampied my vagina for the second time, I collapsed onto the desk, overcome with pleasure. John clearly had some fight left in him, because he turned me on my back and began to grope my right breast with his right hand and suckled on my left breast with his mouth, untying the rope in my mouth swiftly with his free hand, the rope having been covered in drool from my pleasure ride.

"Mmm, if you continue to suckle on my breast like that, I might produce breast milk," I said in a very seductive and sexy tone, looking at John as though he were a baby suckling for its mother's milk.

"Hmm, then would that make you my mother, Penny?" He asked as he stopped to look at me, a questioned look on his face.

"Hehe, if you would like, my love, I could act as a motherly figure for you while you're here with me since your mother is so far away," I replied in a half-joking, half-serious answer since I knew he had lived for 6 years now without seeing his mother ever since he got transferred to my ship crew, and that he saw me as someone who was something of a mother figure compared to his own mother.

"Sighs lightly I would love it if you could, Penny, especially since it's been so long since I've seen her, and I love you, so… I'd appreciate it if you could," he said in a bit of a wishful tone, almost dreamy.

"Ok, my love,"

After we had gotten dressed again, and I made sure nobody had been nearby close enough to hear what had just happened through my ability to sense what was going on in and on my ship, and knowing that the coast was clear, I looked at the clock, 7:50.

"He, not bad timing," I said as we exited the bridge, only to be stunned when I heard the roar of aircraft engines across the harbor.

"Umm, command didn't organize a mass aerial exercise today, did they?" I asked as I looked to my companion, who's face had gone completely white, as though he had seen a ghost. It was when the first explosion rang out across the harbor, on the other side of Ford Island, the fire and smoke soon reaching our vision, when I realized what was happening.

It was then that I had realized, after all that we had prepared for, all that we had trained for, all that we had planned for, that the day of infamy had arrived. Despite all of our attempts to keep it out of our minds, and despite all the warnings that we could have heeded but failed to, it had arrived. And right on que did that realization hit me when two torpedo bombers came into view of us, one veering off and gaining altitude, as it had clearly made it's attack and dropped its torpedo, and the other headed at full speed to try and pass by the battleships of Battleship Row to veer back around to attack them, clearly not having been fooled by the meager sizes of the ships it had seen and going for the real prizes, our battleships.

It was on the second plane that me and John saw who the enemy was, the Red Rising Sun painted cleanly and brightly on the plane's fuselage and wings, the former Sakura Empire and now the Imperial Japanese Empire. It was then when we heard a devastating explosion nearby us, the torpedo from the first plane we saw hitting its target on none other than Helena's ship, her ship being lifted slightly out of the water on the starboard side. I looked out to the rest of the port only to see more torpedo bombers entering the fray from the end of the waterway of the channel, many of them well on their ways to torpedoing our battleships. I ran over the other side of the outer bridge; the side John and I had seen the first torpedo bombers to see torpedo bombers exiting the fray from all the way on the other side of Ford Island.

I then saw the first of the Battleship Row torpedo bombers veering off, clearly having made their bombing runs, and their torpedoes running the length to their targets. No sooner had I noticed them veering off when the sounds of explosions and huge guizers of water and fire and metal rang out across the harbor, the sounds of confused men and shouts and screams of terror following with it. John had returned into the bridge and sounded general quarters, followed by the standard words of order ringing out across my ship. He had returned to me, seeing my face of pure terror and shock. He knew about my sister ship, Arizona, and how she was most likely on her ship right now in Battleship Row, and he knew what she meant to me, as her elder, and only, sister.

"You go and get Arizona off her ship. I don't want to know what will happen to her if they get a lucky hit on her, and the affects on you, Penny," John said as I turned to him in shock, not knowing what to do at that moment.

"B-b-but, I-I have to s-stay-" John cut me off as he hugged me tight.

"Just go, I'll take care of things here with the captain. You just focus on getting Ari out of there," John said in a firm and direct tone. He knew how much she meant to me, probably a bit too much.

"O-ok," I said as he let me go.

I immediately got to work, running like my life depended on it, just so I could try and save Ari from a fate that could end up killing her. My mind was focused only on Arizona, my younger sister, my only sister. The one I swore to protect from the day we were created. I didn't care what hit me or what shoot at me, I only focused on getting Ari out of there. This was all avoidable if we had known better. Even just having one or two little things changed here and there would have completely avoided this, but… this was inevitable, this day was inevitable.

The "Day of Infamy" had arrived.

Chapter End.