AN: So I've been quiet for some time, refining my ideas without ever actually writing them down… That's about to change people… I've seen a lot of Kancolle stuff and very little of it that involves the US Navy ever mentions the Midway-class Carriers despite them being built during and for WWII, and those that do mention them only ever mention the lead ship Midway or the third ship Coral Sea never once bringing up the SECOND ship in the class, Franklin D. Roosevelt or Rosie for short as her most popular and widespread nickname… And virtually nobody even cares about her anymore… I intend to change that…

Fireside

It's been four months since the Abyssals first appeared… The opening salvos of what is now called the Abyssal war struck every major naval base and coastal city on the planet simultaneously, the panic and confusion following the air and sea bombardments allowing the abyssals to take massive swaths of Ocean virtually uncontested, Hawaii, the Falklands, and Okinawa and many other heavily populated Islands remain in human hands… Although this may be more to force us to deploy valuable resources to defend them that if they had been taken would have been deployed elsewhere in greater concentration… Only time will tell if this strategy will break mankind's backs or the Abyssals'… Conventional weapons can hurt these new enemies of mankind, but via a strange and very poorly understood process, the abyssals can either downgrade the effectiveness of human weaponry and sensor systems to 50's standards at best, for example, many a fighter pilot has been unpleasantly surprised to find his or her "modern" heat seeking missiles track for the sun when fired in a certain degree of it, bringing back unpleasant memories of the Air War over Vietnam for many veteran American officers.

All seems lost, but within a month of the beginning of the war in a strange twist of fate numerous individuals appear worldwide, claiming to be the reincarnations of warships from ages past, for the United States USS South Carolina, USS Langley, USS Chester and USS Wickes appear. With Japan Kawachi, Houshou, Wakatake, and Tenryuu. Meanwhile Britain receives HMS Dreadnought, HMS Eagle, HMS Bristol and HMS Daring. Whilst Germany acquires SMS Nassau, SMS V-25, and SMS Dresden for four examples of the many nations to take receipt of the first shipgirls.

Whilst these early "shipgirls" beyond a handful of exceptions remain unfit for large scale fleet combat against the Abyssals, their knowledge brings forth the summoning process, giving mankind a far greater chance against the Abyssal threat… Humanity begins summoning every shipgirl it can to stave off and eventually push back the abyssal menace, whilst at the same time the fairies, representations of reincarnated human personnel, assist in developing new technologies for both shipgirl use and conventional human forces… Although shipgirls have stabilized the line across the globe and even allowed mankind to push back the Abyssals in some places this does not mean the Abyssals are significantly endangered yet… As a result the United States Navy, well aware of the current situations of Japan, the Philippines, Australia and New Zealand, must now secure vital supply routes to their increasingly destitute Pacific allies, in the vast expanse of ocean between them and their goals lies the most powerful and numerous abyssal fleets on the planet. In the face of this, the Yorktowns, Lexingtons, and the few Essexes that have been summoned just can't cut it anymore against these immense odds odds, and so, in desperation, the American Military attempts to summon the most powerful fleet carriers ever built, the Midway-class…

October 27, 2016

About goddamn time was the thought that ran through the head of Captain James Rodman as he walked through the halls of one of the office buildings on the recently recommissioned Brooklyn Naval Yard, it would be some time before the slipways and drydocks could be brought back into full working order but for now it was one of the ten prime summoning locations the US Navy had access to, and the amount of resources being put in to the current summoning attempt had some of the more impressionable civilians and enlisted thinking that they were trying to summon BB-67 USS Montana, Rodman scoffed at the mere idea, knowing that they already had a USS Montana summoned as a shipgirl, BB-51 of the South Dakota-class Standard Battleships. Moreover a ship had to be laid down at the very least to be even considered for summoning, as Germany had discovered when they unintentionally summoned both design H-39 Battleships, now named Raeder and Doenitz, after the two German Grand Admirals, the naming decision was highly controversial but the Kreigsmarine had never truly been following the Nazi's ideology anyways.

Shaking his head to get back to the topic on hand Rodman walked into the observation room around the summoning chamber, only fairies were allowed inside the room whilst it was in operation, as newly summoned shipgirls often lashed out violently, many having been sunk in battle and still thinking they were in active combat, considering the average shipgirl could hurl a Main Battle Tank at least fifty feet through the air this was a reasonable precaution, the rooms were reinforced to the point via arcane methods that it could withstand repeated blows from an Iowa-class's punches… Or a Mk. 23 Nuclear shell detonating as had happened during Kentucky's first abortive summoning… The observation room was similarly protected.

Rodman watched as an enlisted technician turned to him "We're ready to go sir"

"Then you may begin."

With those words the fairies locked the resources and devmaterials in and started up the "LSC Machine" as it was named due to the size of ship normally expected to be received. But for all they knew they could get anything from a Fargo-class CL to one of the three ships they were trying for. Rodman squinted, trying to catch an outline beyond the smoke created by the welding torches. The amount of smoke and sparks flying around were another reason why only the fairies were allowed in the chamber during summoning, it got as hot as a damn blast furnace when the machines were going and the smoke of course made it impossible to breathe without a gas mask.

"You think we'll get one of the Midways this time?" One technician asked to pass the time

"Maybe we'll get a Forrestal-class" the second stated

"I've told you before why the hell would we get a supercarrier?" The first man responded

"Well the Forrestals were fitted with eight five inchers as initially built" The second man defended

"Yeah and all the girls summoned as of now have been World War Two and prior, at least in terms of design" The first retorted

"Well the Russians summoned those Sverdlovs and Stalingrads, and numerous post war DDs" The second pointed out

"Yeah well that's the damn Russians, their navy doesn't exactly have much in the way of stuff that doesn't suck or isn't horribly outdated until you hit the cold war" The first man responded

"Can it both of you" Rodman finally ordered, having grown tired of the same argument the two have had at least eight times before, both men in front of him muttering in acknowledgment as they turn their attention to the now clearing smoke, the torches having long since stopped their work, leaving a shadowy female outline surrounded by gantries.

Standing there was a rather voluptuous woman, her body form not that different from an Iowa's despite the computer readouts provided by the fairies stating she stood a full foot taller than the six foot five battleships, even her uniform was similar although quite a bit more modest, with an armored vest that covered her massive bust line noticeably well, the armored corset underneath it being more conservative than on any of the USN Fast BBs covering her midriff, the skirt was about knee length and in typical two-tone wartime camouflage, her stockings likewise were more subdued than the battleships, not bearing the admittedly obnoxious US Flag design on them, being a subtle grey instead. Her rigging was laid out much like that of the Lexington-class CVs, although two side galleries on multijointed mechanical arms loaded with nine 5"/54 caliber single guns each were one of the more noticeable differences. With Quad Bofors and twin Oerlikons sprouting from virtually every flat surface possible, while her armored flight deck boasted what looked like a left-handed version of the receiver, stock and grip sections from an M1941 Johnson LMG for loading and deploying aircraft, with her flight deck and vest both bearing the number "42". What was most striking about her was her gold colored eyes and the… unusual color of her hair…

"Is that fucking neon green… Or lime" The first technician muttered.

"Ya know, she looks kind of like C.C. from Code Geass… If C.C. were a tall shipgirl with big boobs and curves in all the right places" The second mumbled.

"So, you're a breast man Carl" The first technician chuckled.

"I'm a man who appreciates all parts of a woman ya dipshit" Carl responded.

"Shut it both of you before I have some bored Marines tape your yaps shut" Rodman snarled at the both of them before clicking on the intercom and catching the Woman's attention

"I am Captain James Rodman of the United States Navy, are you aware of the circumstances of why we brought you back?" A crisp nod was the only reply. "Good. Now… Would you care to introduce yourself?"

The woman grinned slyly before speaking, a very noticeable Brooklyn accent in her voice "USS Franklin D. Roosevelt, CVB-42, Reporting. You can call me Rosie sir"